Anonymous asked: "Jealous Finn!"

I don't know when it happened but every single time I see her talking to Puck, or dancing with Mike or talking to Sam, I want to hit someone or something. I don't know why or when it happened but I just don't like it. I shouldn't feel this way since Santana and I barely talk unless she's trying to knock me down a peg or I'm telling her how mean she is. The only nice conversation I can remember having with her was about pizza.

Now I want pizza. Maybe I'll get some after school. Maybe I can invite Santana to go with me. Yea, I could totally do that.

I walk over toward her, she's talking to Puck and it makes me a little mad again but he's dating Lauren. So, I don't have to really worry about that; though I don't actually have the right to worry about her or who she talks to. I catch the end of the conversation, Santana says she'll see him after school and Puck says something about her wearing the pink one. Puck walks off after then, giving me a simple head nod. Santana shuts her locker and turns, looks a bit surprised to see me standing behind her but then slips into a nice smirk.

"Finnocence," She greets in her usual tone of voice when talking to me.

I smile a bit, not planning on letting the nickname get to me. I see it more as a term of endearment anymore. I say, "Hey Santana. I was thinking about getting some pizza later and I remember you saying you love Hawaiian pizza and that's the kind I was going to get and I was wondering if you wanted to come over and eat it with me."

She looks at my questionably and then slips back into the smirk. "Well, I'll be busy until like six but anything after that is fine."

I'm a little bit annoyed that she has plans, no doubt with Puck, but I just nod and smile. "That's fine."

Later that day, I order the pizza a little bit before she is supposed to come over. Santana gets to my house probably ten minutes before the pizza man arrives. She's not in her Cheerio's uniform which is a bit of a surprise. She's in black pants and a pink sweater. Her hair is down and it's all flowing and pretty looking. She looks really nice and sweet and not how I'm used to.

We sit in my living room together and just talk about how hungry we both are until the pizza arrives. After it does, we're both too busy eating to really keep up a legit conversation other than her saying thanks and me saying it's no problem. After we finish eating, she offers to wash the plates and pay for part of the pizza. I tell her she doesn't have to but she insists on making it up to me in some way.

Unfortunately, that causes me to blurt something really stupid out. Which would be, "How about you just stop hooking up with other guys?"

Her eyes get a bit wide and she gets up from her seat on the couch. "First of all you have no right to tell me what to do. Secondly, we aren't even together so it's not like I'm cheating on you of anything."

I feel the jealous, angry feeling again in the pit of my stomach. I know what she is saying is true but I can't help but fight back. "I'm not telling you what to do and I know we aren't together. I just think you should stop throwing yourself around. Especially when most of the guys you fool around with are dating someone and don't care about you."

She slaps me in the face, kind of hard too. I've been slapped in the face before and I've been punched in the face, but that's was probably the worse, probably because she has two rings on. I lift my hand to rub my face, feeling a welt rise up already. "You don't know anything about me."

"I know you and Puck fooled around today after school." I snap back at her. I tug on her sweater. "That's why you wore this."

She hits my hand away and rolls her eyes. "You think that I'm going to go back to him after the bullshit he's put me through." She shakes her head at me. "I baby sat his little sister today after school while he and Lauren had an early dinner date."

I purse my lips, not buying it. "Then why did he tell you to wear pink."

"Because Hanna likes the color pink and she likes my sweaters because they're cashmere. I let her wear it while I baby sit her."

I feel my anger leave me but I can tell she is still angry at me. "Ok, well…ok you aren't hooking up with Puck. But I see you and Mike hanging around and you and Sam. Explain that."

"Mike and I have been friends since kindergarten and Sam and I did date. Plus, the nerd can have his moments and be fun to hang around with. But nothing is going on with Mike Chang or Sam Evans and me." I feel even worse for thinking badly of her. I'm about to say sorry when she snaps, "You know. You have a lot of balls to be saying this to me. You have been string both Quinn and Rachel along for the past year and a half, flip flopping between the two of them. Plus, you ruined Sam's relationship with Quinn just because you thought you loved her again. But you seem to think you can tell me that I need to stop fooling around with guys when I haven't had sex since before sectionals." I begin to chew on my bottom lips, looking at the ground. "You really can be stupid at times, can't you?"

"I'm sorry for being jealous." I tell her, because I'm honestly sorry.

"Why are you even jealous?"

I look up at her and shrug. "I…um…I don't know. It's just lately whenever I see you talking to another guy I feel jealous." She's got one eyebrow quirked up, her hands on her hips and her lips pursed. "I guess I kind of like you." I say, my words running together.

She makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. "You like me?" She laughs a bit. "You don't like me." She says and I begin to get angry.

"Yes, I do!" I shout at her. She shakes her head at me and starts to walk pass me, I grab her arm and turn her around, pull her body into mine and kiss. After a minute or so, I pull away and take a breath. "I'm really in—"

I'm cut off by her lips crashing back to mine; her arms snaked up around my neck, so mine move around her waist, holding her closer to me.

She pulls away after a few seconds, licks her lips, winks and says, "Well, I got to go now. I have a hot date waiting for me."

I didn't mean to but I growled a little and pulled her hips closer to mine and nipped at her bottom lip. "Gonna have to wait." And with that we're kissing again.