FIC: Reunion (1/?)
Fic: Reunion
Pairing: Finn & Santana
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1737
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee nor do I own Finn & Santana. I do own the plot and original characters.
Summary: 10 years after Finn & Santana graduate from McKinley, they both find themselves in Chicago, where Finn is interviewing for a job that will make Santana his boss. As they prepare for their ten year reunion, nothing will prepare them for their own path.
Going for a job interview on his 28th birthday was probably not what Finn Hudson had really envisioned for himself when he was seventeen and daydreaming about his future on the flight to Nationals, but nothing in his life had really turned out the way that he'd planned it. First of all, he and Rachel had reached the end of their road in senior year, when he got accepted to college in Chicago and she was still going to New York. Their end was amicable, even if Finn wanted to try and make things work long distance. She'd won three Tony awards and been robbed of two since then and he had finished college with a degree in digital design and was actually pretty well known. Turns out all his doodles in his notebook and time spent playing video games came in handy. Now, instead of doodling in his notebook, he spent his time doodling in Adobe Creative Suite, making advertising campaigns come to life for major companies. The name Finn Hudson had some weight now, and he had done himself proud. There had been girls here and there, but his last stable relationship had been in his senior year of college. He had turned into one of those 'career' people, who enjoyed the liberties that came with being hot, young, and upwardly mobile. He wasn't a manwhore, but he didn't have any shortage of girls rolling in and out of his bed at odd hours either. Maybe that was the benefits of living in a penthouse suite in one of Chicago's most prestigious apartment complexes.
Puck had been doing a gig at a local venue the night before, and he had called up Finn, but Finn had politely declined his offer for drinks because he had this interview in the morning. He wasn't just interviewing for any company, he was interviewing for the largest and most well-reputed advertising firm in all of Chicago, so he had to be on his A-game. The pay was ridiculous and the benefits were outrageous and he really wanted this job. Finn was that guy that everyone was sure was going to go nowhere. Everyone thought he was going to take over Burt's tire shop, that he was going to be a Lima loser. His ten year high school reunion was coming up and he wanted to show everyone that they were wrong. That Finn Hudson was a winner, and working for Pratt and Forbes would really make that happen. Not that working for Illuminate Designs Inc. was bad or anything. They had done this advertising campaign for Wal-Mart that had really raked in the bacon, and the whole idea had been Finn's - anyone who picked up one of those magazines for 'intellectuals' knew that, because he was in them all, but this would mean that he was the best, the top candidate.
So, as proof of his work ethic, he had shown up with both a digital and a print copy of his portfolio, three copies of his resume, he had done his research on the company and hell, he had even gone out and bought himself a new suit. He looked sharp, and as he walked into the Pratt and Forbes office, he knew that. He also knew that he was going to get the job. It was his second interview - the first had been by phone, and this one would be the deciding one. But as he sat in the reception area waiting for his turn, he knew he had the job. At a certain point, everyone interviewed for the same jobs, once you got to the top, and sometimes, you interviewed just to piss someone off. But Finn was going to this interview for himself and for everyone who had ever told him he was going to be a Lima Loser.
"Mr. Hudson, it's your turn," the receptionist smiled. "Second office on your left."
"Thank you very much," Finn replied, giving the receptionist a curt nod before standing up and smoothing down his suit. Checking himself out in the glass of the office in front of him, he fixed up his tie and took a deep breath, taking a confident stride into the room and setting down his briefcase. "Finn Hudson," he introduced, waiting for his interviewer to turn around. It was a woman, because he could see the end of her pointy red pumps. High ones, ones that usually wouldn't be reserved for the office.
"It's been a long time, Finnocence," the woman laughed, before swivelling her chair around.
The swivel was unnecessary. Finn swallowed hard. Only one person had ever called him Finnocence, and suddenly, the shoes, the red, it all made sense. Santana Lopez looked every bit as bitchy and terrifying as she had when they were members of New Directions, now she was just doing it in what could only be described as business attire meant to test the willpower of every man alive. Well, every man alive plus every lesbian on planet Earth because Santana had come out at Nationals in their junior year to be with Brittany Pierce.
"Santana?" he inquired, even though it was perfectly clear that yes, he was in front of Santana Lopez. "What are you doing here?"
"Honestly, I'm surprised you've become such a big name in the design world. You're every bit as dumb as you were in high school and those pastry puff nipples are certainly something that will never go away," she snarked, shaking her head as she opened his file and gestured for him to take a seat. "In case you haven't figured this out yet, Mr. Hudson, I'll be interviewing you for the position as the head of graphic design. Instead of asking you a bunch of rather pointless questions, I'll be giving you two minutes. Impress me. Your time starts right now," she smirked and God damn, she had an actual timer set up with two minutes on it.
"Uh, okay," Finn replied, instantly snatching her copy of his resume from her file and pulling out a pen from his jacket pocket. "Well... for one, while I mean no disrespect, Pratt and Forbes' logo is a little antiquated. I mean, the company only opened in 1993 and while the original graphic was relevant at the time," he rambled, drawing out a new logo quickly given that he only had two minutes, "the styles have changed so much since then that your letterhead looks like it's something out of the 90s. If you want your company to remain on the cutting edge and appear to be the best, it has to look like something worthy of the modern age, where the internet is changing the face of advertising. The logo has to reflect that, and I think that that logo is... this."
Sliding the paper back to her, Finn clicked his pen and set it down. He still had fifteen seconds left to spare. "By the way, if you were trying to throw me off my game by keeping yourself turned around like that, you'll have to try a little harder," he added, as Santana inspected his work.
"Impressive. Very impressive. Only you could get away with insulting the company that you supposedly want to work for and have it come off as semi-charming," the Latina nodded, looking at his logo. "It's interesting. I've given everyone the same two minutes but you're the only one who's sat down and drawn me something."
"Well, I'm not interviewing for the sales department, but you want to see if I can do one thing, design, so there you go. Proof that I can, and I can do it quickly. I'm good under pressure, and-"
"I wouldn't call you good under pressure. I've known you since you had a problem with being an early ejaculator. Trust me, you're terrible under pressure," she snapped, not to be mean, simply to remind him that she was the one running this interview.
"Well people change," Finn assured her, not missing a beat. "And I can perform extremely well under pressure now. I mean, I drew that logo in two minutes and I managed to show you that I know about this company's history, when it was started, where it's going, all while doodling on a copy of my resume."
"That is true," Santana conceded. "Well, I look forward to seeing how you can perform now."
"But you're a lesbian," Finn reminded her.
"I meant at the company," she clarified, giving him a look that she had given him when they were standing in the hallway discussing the loss of his virginity, which is what he had been convinced they were talking about. "I look forward to seeing how you can perform at Pratt and Forbes, because you've just gotten yourself a job working for this girl right here."
"I did?" he questioned, his face lighting up in the same way that it had always lit up whenever he got great news.
"Yes, you did. Welcome to Pratt and Forbes, Mr. Hudson," Santana smirked, standing up and shaking his hand with a grip that she had probably perfected over the years before the only word Finn could use to describe it was crushing. "You start tomorrow. I'll give you a call on your cell phone to set up lunch later and we can discuss the details, but first I need you to go out there and look like shit because it's fun torturing all of you and I have nothing better to do with my morning," she shrugged.
"You really haven't changed a bit," Finn laughed, shaking his head as he picked up his briefcase.
"Oh, I have," she assured him, licking her lips absentmindedly. "You'll come to learn that in time. After all, we're going to be working very closely together from now on."
"Don't remind me," Finn teased.
"Hey, watch it. I can hand you your ass on a silver platter. I am your boss now," Santana grinned, a big, mischievous cheshire cat grin.
"I'll see you for lunch," he replied, shaking his head with a roll of his eyes as he opened the door.
Wow. Holy shit. He had gotten the job, but more importantly, he was looking his past in the face. Well, he had made it, but the joke at the ten year reunion now was going to be that he had become Santana's bitch. Perfect.
Pairing: Finn & Santana
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1737
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee nor do I own Finn & Santana. I do own the plot and original characters.
Summary: 10 years after Finn & Santana graduate from McKinley, they both find themselves in Chicago, where Finn is interviewing for a job that will make Santana his boss. As they prepare for their ten year reunion, nothing will prepare them for their own path.
Going for a job interview on his 28th birthday was probably not what Finn Hudson had really envisioned for himself when he was seventeen and daydreaming about his future on the flight to Nationals, but nothing in his life had really turned out the way that he'd planned it. First of all, he and Rachel had reached the end of their road in senior year, when he got accepted to college in Chicago and she was still going to New York. Their end was amicable, even if Finn wanted to try and make things work long distance. She'd won three Tony awards and been robbed of two since then and he had finished college with a degree in digital design and was actually pretty well known. Turns out all his doodles in his notebook and time spent playing video games came in handy. Now, instead of doodling in his notebook, he spent his time doodling in Adobe Creative Suite, making advertising campaigns come to life for major companies. The name Finn Hudson had some weight now, and he had done himself proud. There had been girls here and there, but his last stable relationship had been in his senior year of college. He had turned into one of those 'career' people, who enjoyed the liberties that came with being hot, young, and upwardly mobile. He wasn't a manwhore, but he didn't have any shortage of girls rolling in and out of his bed at odd hours either. Maybe that was the benefits of living in a penthouse suite in one of Chicago's most prestigious apartment complexes.
Puck had been doing a gig at a local venue the night before, and he had called up Finn, but Finn had politely declined his offer for drinks because he had this interview in the morning. He wasn't just interviewing for any company, he was interviewing for the largest and most well-reputed advertising firm in all of Chicago, so he had to be on his A-game. The pay was ridiculous and the benefits were outrageous and he really wanted this job. Finn was that guy that everyone was sure was going to go nowhere. Everyone thought he was going to take over Burt's tire shop, that he was going to be a Lima loser. His ten year high school reunion was coming up and he wanted to show everyone that they were wrong. That Finn Hudson was a winner, and working for Pratt and Forbes would really make that happen. Not that working for Illuminate Designs Inc. was bad or anything. They had done this advertising campaign for Wal-Mart that had really raked in the bacon, and the whole idea had been Finn's - anyone who picked up one of those magazines for 'intellectuals' knew that, because he was in them all, but this would mean that he was the best, the top candidate.
So, as proof of his work ethic, he had shown up with both a digital and a print copy of his portfolio, three copies of his resume, he had done his research on the company and hell, he had even gone out and bought himself a new suit. He looked sharp, and as he walked into the Pratt and Forbes office, he knew that. He also knew that he was going to get the job. It was his second interview - the first had been by phone, and this one would be the deciding one. But as he sat in the reception area waiting for his turn, he knew he had the job. At a certain point, everyone interviewed for the same jobs, once you got to the top, and sometimes, you interviewed just to piss someone off. But Finn was going to this interview for himself and for everyone who had ever told him he was going to be a Lima Loser.
"Mr. Hudson, it's your turn," the receptionist smiled. "Second office on your left."
"Thank you very much," Finn replied, giving the receptionist a curt nod before standing up and smoothing down his suit. Checking himself out in the glass of the office in front of him, he fixed up his tie and took a deep breath, taking a confident stride into the room and setting down his briefcase. "Finn Hudson," he introduced, waiting for his interviewer to turn around. It was a woman, because he could see the end of her pointy red pumps. High ones, ones that usually wouldn't be reserved for the office.
"It's been a long time, Finnocence," the woman laughed, before swivelling her chair around.
The swivel was unnecessary. Finn swallowed hard. Only one person had ever called him Finnocence, and suddenly, the shoes, the red, it all made sense. Santana Lopez looked every bit as bitchy and terrifying as she had when they were members of New Directions, now she was just doing it in what could only be described as business attire meant to test the willpower of every man alive. Well, every man alive plus every lesbian on planet Earth because Santana had come out at Nationals in their junior year to be with Brittany Pierce.
"Santana?" he inquired, even though it was perfectly clear that yes, he was in front of Santana Lopez. "What are you doing here?"
"Honestly, I'm surprised you've become such a big name in the design world. You're every bit as dumb as you were in high school and those pastry puff nipples are certainly something that will never go away," she snarked, shaking her head as she opened his file and gestured for him to take a seat. "In case you haven't figured this out yet, Mr. Hudson, I'll be interviewing you for the position as the head of graphic design. Instead of asking you a bunch of rather pointless questions, I'll be giving you two minutes. Impress me. Your time starts right now," she smirked and God damn, she had an actual timer set up with two minutes on it.
"Uh, okay," Finn replied, instantly snatching her copy of his resume from her file and pulling out a pen from his jacket pocket. "Well... for one, while I mean no disrespect, Pratt and Forbes' logo is a little antiquated. I mean, the company only opened in 1993 and while the original graphic was relevant at the time," he rambled, drawing out a new logo quickly given that he only had two minutes, "the styles have changed so much since then that your letterhead looks like it's something out of the 90s. If you want your company to remain on the cutting edge and appear to be the best, it has to look like something worthy of the modern age, where the internet is changing the face of advertising. The logo has to reflect that, and I think that that logo is... this."
Sliding the paper back to her, Finn clicked his pen and set it down. He still had fifteen seconds left to spare. "By the way, if you were trying to throw me off my game by keeping yourself turned around like that, you'll have to try a little harder," he added, as Santana inspected his work.
"Impressive. Very impressive. Only you could get away with insulting the company that you supposedly want to work for and have it come off as semi-charming," the Latina nodded, looking at his logo. "It's interesting. I've given everyone the same two minutes but you're the only one who's sat down and drawn me something."
"Well, I'm not interviewing for the sales department, but you want to see if I can do one thing, design, so there you go. Proof that I can, and I can do it quickly. I'm good under pressure, and-"
"I wouldn't call you good under pressure. I've known you since you had a problem with being an early ejaculator. Trust me, you're terrible under pressure," she snapped, not to be mean, simply to remind him that she was the one running this interview.
"Well people change," Finn assured her, not missing a beat. "And I can perform extremely well under pressure now. I mean, I drew that logo in two minutes and I managed to show you that I know about this company's history, when it was started, where it's going, all while doodling on a copy of my resume."
"That is true," Santana conceded. "Well, I look forward to seeing how you can perform now."
"But you're a lesbian," Finn reminded her.
"I meant at the company," she clarified, giving him a look that she had given him when they were standing in the hallway discussing the loss of his virginity, which is what he had been convinced they were talking about. "I look forward to seeing how you can perform at Pratt and Forbes, because you've just gotten yourself a job working for this girl right here."
"I did?" he questioned, his face lighting up in the same way that it had always lit up whenever he got great news.
"Yes, you did. Welcome to Pratt and Forbes, Mr. Hudson," Santana smirked, standing up and shaking his hand with a grip that she had probably perfected over the years before the only word Finn could use to describe it was crushing. "You start tomorrow. I'll give you a call on your cell phone to set up lunch later and we can discuss the details, but first I need you to go out there and look like shit because it's fun torturing all of you and I have nothing better to do with my morning," she shrugged.
"You really haven't changed a bit," Finn laughed, shaking his head as he picked up his briefcase.
"Oh, I have," she assured him, licking her lips absentmindedly. "You'll come to learn that in time. After all, we're going to be working very closely together from now on."
"Don't remind me," Finn teased.
"Hey, watch it. I can hand you your ass on a silver platter. I am your boss now," Santana grinned, a big, mischievous cheshire cat grin.
"I'll see you for lunch," he replied, shaking his head with a roll of his eyes as he opened the door.
Wow. Holy shit. He had gotten the job, but more importantly, he was looking his past in the face. Well, he had made it, but the joke at the ten year reunion now was going to be that he had become Santana's bitch. Perfect.