fic: the heart never lies (3/21)
Title: The Heart Never Lies
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Finn Hudson/Rachel Berry
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee.
Spoilers: 2.09 if you haven't seen it yet.
Author's note: Sorry the update took so long. It's been hard to write angst, but hopefully it'll come faster in the next little while.
“You and I should date.”
Honestly, Finn Hudson thought that Santana Lopez had lost her marbles when those words spilled out of her mouth one day, shortly after his break-up with Rachel. “Why would I ever date you? I don’t even like you. You meddle in everyone else’s business and you ruined my relationship with Rachel,” he countered, shaking his head. Yes, Finn knew that on some level, Santana was interested in him. She had approached him at the wedding, after all, with that warning that she was going to out their activities from the year before, but he had to be suspicious. This was Santana. She liked to screw everything up on purpose, almost like she did it out of sheer boredom. She didn’t like Finn, not enough to want him to stay in his relationship that had made him happy, despite its problems, up to the point where Rachel had cheated on him, anyways. So he had to be a little suspicious that now, of all times, she wanted to date him.
“Contrary to your skewed beliefs, I did not force you into doing anything. I asked you if you were sure, and you said yes. You wanted me, that’s what you said, and you were fully aware of what you were doing. If I didn’t tell her, she would have found out some other way,” Santana replied, looking at her nails as if she was getting bored with this conversation.
“Whatever,” he mumbled, despite himself. Finn had to admit, she did have a small point. He did know what he was doing, and deep down, he knew that it would bite him in the ass, but he also knew that eventually, Rachel would get over it if the truth did come out and he was a guy with working man parts and sometimes that won out over his heart. It was stupid, yes, and he wished that he could take it back, but deep down, he had always known that Rachel would forgive him. And he really thought that she was going to have sex with Jesse, so it wasn’t like she was going to be a virgin if they ever got together, either. He just hadn’t been counting on the Rachel cheating on him part. “I repeat, why would I ever date you, though? It’s not like you’re ever nice to me.”
“Because, you dumbass,” Santana replied, looking at him like he was the world’s biggest idiot, “it’s mutually beneficial. I need to make Brittany jealous that I’m with someone else, so she’ll break up with Wheels and date me, and you need to get Rachel off your back. I heard that she cheated on you with Puckerman, so wouldn’t it be some sweet, sweet revenge for her to find out that she’s lost you to the girl who took your virginity.”
“Okay, that has to be the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard, which says a lot coming from me,” Finn replied. He had once jumped off his roof because he thought he could fly… when he was fourteen, and he had tried drying his shoes with a George Forman grill. It didn’t get dumber than Finn Hudson, but this idea was just stupid. “You’re asking me to help you hurt one of my friends because you’re mad that Brittany is with him? No way. And what if it doesn’t work? What if Brittany doesn’t care? And also, when you break up with me, how is this gonna look? I’m gonna be the guy whose girlfriend left him to become a lesbian.”
That entire conversation was running in Finn’s head as he exited the room with Santana and made his way upstairs with her. He wasn’t sure why he had suddenly changed his mind about all of this, but Santana had caught on right away and gone right into the role of being his girlfriend. Or at least the girl that everyone was now going to think he was fucking. Whatever.
Well, that was a lie. He knew exactly why he had done it. He needed space away from Rachel. She’d been closing in on him at the party and he wasn’t ready to talk to her. He was a little tipsy… okay, a little drunk, and she’d started talking to him and he wasn’t ready for that and Santana had made her presence known and it seemed safer to go with that option, especially when Rachel was talking about kisses.
Rachel was a really good kisser, and he wanted to kiss her so badly, but he was also so mad at her for cheating on him. Santana was the easy way out, maybe (in every sense of the word easy), but he just wasn’t ready to have a serious conversation with Rachel about their relationship, why it had ended, and where it might be going in the future. He couldn’t do it, not yet.
Which was why he was letting Santana drag him upstairs into one of the bedrooms at Puck’s house, but when she tried to kiss him again, he pulled away. “Whoa,” he said, a little slurred, as he pulled back. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to have sex with you, duh,” Santana replied, tugging at his shirt as she pulled his lips back to her.
“No, stop. I don’t want to have sex with you,” Finn sighed, backing up a little bit.
“But you just kissed me downstairs,” she reminded him, her hands on her hips.
“Yeah, to make Rachel jealous,” he clarified, swerving past her to sit on the bed.
“Well, everyone saw us go upstairs. They’re expecting us to have sex now,” Santana mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared him down, like she expected that to actually have some kind of impact on him.
“I’m sorry to disappoint them, but I’m not going to repeat my mistake. Last time I slept with you, it seriously fucked up my life. Sorry that I don’t want to fuck everything up again,” he shrugged, leaning back against the wall, his head hitting back against it gently.
“Don’t you get it? You already did by coming up here with me. When we go back to school, we’re going to be dating. That means holding my hand, carrying my books around for me, kissing me in between classes and all the other fruity shit that comes with being a couple,” Santana nodded, throwing her head around in the bitchy way he had come to know all to well since kindergarten.
“I don’t see how us supposedly fucking one time, when we’re not even doing that, means we’re dating. Aren’t you the queen of the whole ‘sex is not dating’ thing?” Finn countered, tilting his head to the side.
“Yes, Finnocence, but unless we start dating, your reputation is going to go from good guy who occasionally fucks up to guy who’ll fuck any and everyone,” Santana insisted.
This was fucked up. How had this girl managed to screw his life up so much when she wasn’t even touching him? It was ridiculous. He didn’t want to be that guy who seemed like he fucked and bailed, because yeah, aside from the time that he’d lost his virginity to the Latina who was hardcore staring him down at the moment, he wasn’t that guy. He had waited for Quinn, he had waited for Rachel, and neither one of them had put out before things had been broken off. He had gone through two relationships, and in both of those relationships, he’d never ended up having sex, he’d never gone past second base. He didn’t want to be that guy with that reputation. “Fine, but you don’t get to be hanging all over me and I don’t actually have to take you out on dates. We’re dating in school and in school only. And if you rub it in Rachel’s face, the deal is off. Got it?”
“Fine, I’ll accept your terms,” she sighed. “It’s better than seeming like I’m still the single girl in the new year or whatever, and who knows, we might even end up falling for each other.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” Finn sighed, shaking his head. This relationship wasn’t even real and it was already a shit load of a lot more work than his real ones, and that included being the boyfriend of a pregnant girl.
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Finn Hudson/Rachel Berry
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee.
Spoilers: 2.09 if you haven't seen it yet.
Author's note: Sorry the update took so long. It's been hard to write angst, but hopefully it'll come faster in the next little while.
“You and I should date.”
Honestly, Finn Hudson thought that Santana Lopez had lost her marbles when those words spilled out of her mouth one day, shortly after his break-up with Rachel. “Why would I ever date you? I don’t even like you. You meddle in everyone else’s business and you ruined my relationship with Rachel,” he countered, shaking his head. Yes, Finn knew that on some level, Santana was interested in him. She had approached him at the wedding, after all, with that warning that she was going to out their activities from the year before, but he had to be suspicious. This was Santana. She liked to screw everything up on purpose, almost like she did it out of sheer boredom. She didn’t like Finn, not enough to want him to stay in his relationship that had made him happy, despite its problems, up to the point where Rachel had cheated on him, anyways. So he had to be a little suspicious that now, of all times, she wanted to date him.
“Contrary to your skewed beliefs, I did not force you into doing anything. I asked you if you were sure, and you said yes. You wanted me, that’s what you said, and you were fully aware of what you were doing. If I didn’t tell her, she would have found out some other way,” Santana replied, looking at her nails as if she was getting bored with this conversation.
“Whatever,” he mumbled, despite himself. Finn had to admit, she did have a small point. He did know what he was doing, and deep down, he knew that it would bite him in the ass, but he also knew that eventually, Rachel would get over it if the truth did come out and he was a guy with working man parts and sometimes that won out over his heart. It was stupid, yes, and he wished that he could take it back, but deep down, he had always known that Rachel would forgive him. And he really thought that she was going to have sex with Jesse, so it wasn’t like she was going to be a virgin if they ever got together, either. He just hadn’t been counting on the Rachel cheating on him part. “I repeat, why would I ever date you, though? It’s not like you’re ever nice to me.”
“Because, you dumbass,” Santana replied, looking at him like he was the world’s biggest idiot, “it’s mutually beneficial. I need to make Brittany jealous that I’m with someone else, so she’ll break up with Wheels and date me, and you need to get Rachel off your back. I heard that she cheated on you with Puckerman, so wouldn’t it be some sweet, sweet revenge for her to find out that she’s lost you to the girl who took your virginity.”
“Okay, that has to be the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard, which says a lot coming from me,” Finn replied. He had once jumped off his roof because he thought he could fly… when he was fourteen, and he had tried drying his shoes with a George Forman grill. It didn’t get dumber than Finn Hudson, but this idea was just stupid. “You’re asking me to help you hurt one of my friends because you’re mad that Brittany is with him? No way. And what if it doesn’t work? What if Brittany doesn’t care? And also, when you break up with me, how is this gonna look? I’m gonna be the guy whose girlfriend left him to become a lesbian.”
That entire conversation was running in Finn’s head as he exited the room with Santana and made his way upstairs with her. He wasn’t sure why he had suddenly changed his mind about all of this, but Santana had caught on right away and gone right into the role of being his girlfriend. Or at least the girl that everyone was now going to think he was fucking. Whatever.
Well, that was a lie. He knew exactly why he had done it. He needed space away from Rachel. She’d been closing in on him at the party and he wasn’t ready to talk to her. He was a little tipsy… okay, a little drunk, and she’d started talking to him and he wasn’t ready for that and Santana had made her presence known and it seemed safer to go with that option, especially when Rachel was talking about kisses.
Rachel was a really good kisser, and he wanted to kiss her so badly, but he was also so mad at her for cheating on him. Santana was the easy way out, maybe (in every sense of the word easy), but he just wasn’t ready to have a serious conversation with Rachel about their relationship, why it had ended, and where it might be going in the future. He couldn’t do it, not yet.
Which was why he was letting Santana drag him upstairs into one of the bedrooms at Puck’s house, but when she tried to kiss him again, he pulled away. “Whoa,” he said, a little slurred, as he pulled back. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to have sex with you, duh,” Santana replied, tugging at his shirt as she pulled his lips back to her.
“No, stop. I don’t want to have sex with you,” Finn sighed, backing up a little bit.
“But you just kissed me downstairs,” she reminded him, her hands on her hips.
“Yeah, to make Rachel jealous,” he clarified, swerving past her to sit on the bed.
“Well, everyone saw us go upstairs. They’re expecting us to have sex now,” Santana mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared him down, like she expected that to actually have some kind of impact on him.
“I’m sorry to disappoint them, but I’m not going to repeat my mistake. Last time I slept with you, it seriously fucked up my life. Sorry that I don’t want to fuck everything up again,” he shrugged, leaning back against the wall, his head hitting back against it gently.
“Don’t you get it? You already did by coming up here with me. When we go back to school, we’re going to be dating. That means holding my hand, carrying my books around for me, kissing me in between classes and all the other fruity shit that comes with being a couple,” Santana nodded, throwing her head around in the bitchy way he had come to know all to well since kindergarten.
“I don’t see how us supposedly fucking one time, when we’re not even doing that, means we’re dating. Aren’t you the queen of the whole ‘sex is not dating’ thing?” Finn countered, tilting his head to the side.
“Yes, Finnocence, but unless we start dating, your reputation is going to go from good guy who occasionally fucks up to guy who’ll fuck any and everyone,” Santana insisted.
This was fucked up. How had this girl managed to screw his life up so much when she wasn’t even touching him? It was ridiculous. He didn’t want to be that guy who seemed like he fucked and bailed, because yeah, aside from the time that he’d lost his virginity to the Latina who was hardcore staring him down at the moment, he wasn’t that guy. He had waited for Quinn, he had waited for Rachel, and neither one of them had put out before things had been broken off. He had gone through two relationships, and in both of those relationships, he’d never ended up having sex, he’d never gone past second base. He didn’t want to be that guy with that reputation. “Fine, but you don’t get to be hanging all over me and I don’t actually have to take you out on dates. We’re dating in school and in school only. And if you rub it in Rachel’s face, the deal is off. Got it?”
“Fine, I’ll accept your terms,” she sighed. “It’s better than seeming like I’m still the single girl in the new year or whatever, and who knows, we might even end up falling for each other.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” Finn sighed, shaking his head. This relationship wasn’t even real and it was already a shit load of a lot more work than his real ones, and that included being the boyfriend of a pregnant girl.