Let's Just Take Our Time
Title: Let's Just Take Our Time
Chapter: 1/1
Character: Finn/Santana
Prompt: Not really a prompt, but this picture was sort of the base inspiration for this. Part of the 'Freshman 'Verse'.
Word Count: 7,700
Disclaimer: Don't own.
For Spring Break last year, Santana went home for the week and let her parents baby her and buy her shit and treat her like a princess because she could and they wanted to. It was a sweet ass gig and she's not complaining in the slightest, but she doesn't really want to do the same thing this year. It's not because she's 'too mature' (fuck that; a shopping spree is a shopping spree) or because she doesn't want to spend time with her parents. They're awesome people and she loves them and everything. It's not even because Finn is here. She's not one of those idiot girls who can't handle being away from the guy for more than like four hours without bursting into tears.
She just feels like she's had people around her so much lately, and school's been insane, and she would not hate a little time alone, to be honest.
But then she starts thinking about time alone and how boring that sounds, and okay, maybe she wouldn't hate having Finn around. What? He's her boyfriend and (not that he knows it) she's in love with him, and she's allowed to want to spend a week somewhere with him with no messed up schedule, no roommates, and none of his teammates trying to get him to open the door when she's going down on him.
(Seriously. If she had a dime...)
They have this vacation home in the woods near Lake Erie that her dad bought as an investment more than anything, and her mom used it as a project and basically decorated the whole thing. When Santana was younger, her parents used to make sure they spent time there every summer. Her dad would take a week off mid-July and they'd go, and then they'd usually spend another weekend there before school started back up.
Anyway, she thinks about asking her parents if she can go there, and then asking Finn if he wants to come - and he'd better say yes, or they'll have problems - but then Santana remembers that her dad doesn't usually pay that company to go 'open the cottage' (whatever that means) until the beginning of April. She may not know what goes into getting it ready, she just knows it's not, yet. It's kind of a bummer, if she's being honest.
"What's wrong?" Finn asks her, pinching her side as she pouts a little.
"Nothing."
"Your bottom lip's poking out."
She's trying not to laugh. She's lying in his bed in his room with him because he asked her over and she wanted sex. And to see him, but whatever. Two birds, one stone. She's been awake for a while - he dozed off - and she's sort of pissed at herself for not mentioning the cabin to her dad. He would have had it opened early for her if she'd asked.
Finn's hand slides over her stomach and he presses his face against her shoulder and looks up at her. God, his eyes are like, so nice. "You're thinking about something."
"Spring Break," she tells him, because whatever. It's not like it's a secret or anything.
"What about it?"
She rolls her eyes. He's a little dim after sex or sleep, so put the two together and it's like he's a four year old on a handful of Benadryl.
"How I'm going to spend it."
Finn lets out this stupid noise and like, wiggles closer to her. Honestly, sometimes he's practically a little kid and it's not cute. (Except it's actually cute as fuck and makes her heart do crazy shit in her chest.) "With me, mostly," he says against her shoulder, and like, blinks at her.
"Shut up."
"No."
She lets out a laugh without meaning to. "You're staying here, right?"
Finn nods and his fingertips drag along her hip bone slowly, back and forth. "I have practice."
"Ugh," she groans. "It's fucking spring. No one cares about football in the spring." Finn chuckles and she ignores that like, obviously he cares about football in the spring. "Blow it off."
"Can't."
"Do it."
"Santana," he laughs.
She rolls her eyes but kisses his forehead.
Shut up.
"What if I find something awesome to do and you can't come?"
He just sort of grins at her, then leans up and lowers his body down over hers again, kisses her gently and says, "Then I'll just miss you, I guess."
She likes the sound of that, of him missing her.
... ... ...
"I have bad news."
Shit. Okay, so believe it or not, Santana is actually a worrier. She worries about a lot of things. Like her grades, and her friends, and...Okay, fuck. Sometimes when Finn's banged up from practice, she has these little internal freakouts because it's not normal to be so bruised up, or to have to ice your shoulder so often. And her grandma isn't getting any younger, so she worries about the woman's health. Her dad works too much and her mom spreads herself too thin.
So that sentence in her ear when her mom calls? Santana doesn't like it.
"What?" (She's sort of holding her breath.)
"Your dad's friend Lance got a great deal on a trip to Paris, and he asked if we'd like to go with him and Emily."
Santana scofs. That's what she's been freaking out over? "How is that bad news? That sounds awesome."
"It's going to overlap with your break, though, honey."
"Who cares? Go to Paris!"
Her mom laughs and Santana hears her rustling papers, so she's probably in her office or something. "Your dad and I were really looking forward to seeing you."
"It's not like I'm a million miles away. You see me often enough," she says, and that's the truth. The last time they saw one another was the wedding, but even that wasn't so long ago.
Then Santana realizes that means the house will be sitting empty. Their big, awesome house with the hot tub out back, the jacuzzi tub in her en suite bathroom off her bedroom. A massive kitchen that'll probably be stocked if she asks. A home gym in the garage. A big ass television. Her queen sized bed.
"Can I have the house?" she asks, and her mom just laughs. "Seriously. Like, I'm off for a week and I've been wondering what I should do."
"Of course, baby girl. It's your house, too. Will Finn be coming with you?"
Thanks for the reminder that he's got to stupid practice.
Honestly, she thinks it's really unfair that he has to stick around campus for that. Couldn't their coach give them the week off, too? They're in the offseason! She'd understand if maybe he played basketball or some other sport that was actually, you know, on right now. She knows how hard he and his friends work, and they deserve a break. A rest would do them good, she thinks. But she's not a coach, so apparently it's not her call.
"I don't think so."
"That's too bad." Santana sort of thought her mom might be poised to give her a lecture on it, or say Finn couldn't come. Why she thought that, she has no idea, because her mom fucking loves Finn and loves that Santana's with him.
Santana lets her eyes move to her bulletin board. Rachel made it for her using a cork board, some black ribbon and push pins. It's like lattice work or something and not anything Santana would ever pick for herself, but Rachel thought she should have it and like, whatever. It's not an eyesore or whatever.
There's a picture of her and Finn from the wedding on there, another of him in his uniform from some game or another. She's not exactly sentimental, but he looks hot in that picture and they both look hot in the other one, so she keeps them up there.
"Yeah, I know."
... ... ...
She needs to tell him she loves him. It just needs to happen. Him not knowing is stupid. And maybe he knows, but he hasn't heard it from her, and he's a really good boyfriend and she thinks he deserves it, you know? Like, 'Thanks for being a good guy; I love you' or whatever. She's never exactly done this before, so she doesn't know how it works. Thing is, she's at the point now where it doesn't scare the shit out of her or anything. At first she was worried that if she told him and he didn't say it back, she'd like, have to die and/or kill him in his sleep or something. (She's joking, mostly.) But now she thinks he'll say it back, and that if he doesn't, or if he's not ready to or whatever, he'll at least be happy that she's in love with him.
Basically, they're not breaking up over one of them saying I love you.
"Hey."
She looks up from her book and wonders how the hell he got into her apartment without her knowing, but it doesn't really matter. She's been studying like crazy, and when that happens she sort of ends up tuning out the world and sometimes not actually hearing things going on around her. Rachel must be around here somewhere, or Finn just pulled a B&E. One of those is more likely than the other. (The thought of Finn trying to be like, stealth and subtle almost makes her laugh.)
"Hey," she says, and gives him a little smile. He walks over and kisses her cheek, which is this thing he does sometimes that she pretends to think is stupid but actually sort of loves. "What's that?"
He's got a pale green box in his hands and if he brought her a present she'd like it now, please.
He just sort of grins and hands it to her, then leans back against the edge of her desk so he's looking at her. "I found this awesome bakery today. I ate like four cookies." Santana laughs and shakes her head, but opens the box. Inside, there's a cupcake that's decorated so ornately she almost doesn't want to eat it. "It was the prettiest one."
She looks up at him and, god. "Thanks," she says a little too quietly. "C'mere."
"What?"
"Kiss me." He smirks and does as he's told. He knows how cute he is, doesn't he? "I'm almost done this, then I'll make us something to eat."
Finn uses the tips of his fingers to push her hair back so it's not falling in her face when she looks back down at her book, says, "Okay," in this little voice, and then goes over to her bed and plays some game on his phone while she works.
He's a really good boyfriend.
... ... ...
He knows she's going to her parents' place for the week, and she doesn't think he's actually stopped pouting about it since she told him. He keeps whining about how it's his first Spring Break ever and he should get to spend it with his sexy girlfriend. He's laying it on thick and she appreciates the flattery, but she's not going to stay around and do nothing in her apartment when she could go and have some peace and quiet and hot tub. Also, Rachel and Puck are both staying in town, and they'll be at the apartment all the time. She loves them both, but she could honestly use a break.
She's sort of packing a bit, listening to music and thinking about when she's going to see Finn before she goes, and he calls her. It's weird when shit like that happens. It also makes her wonder if she thinks about him too much.
"Guess what."
"Dunno."
"Santana," he whines. "Guess."
She rolls her eyes. "You're outside my building."
"No."
"You're thinking about me with your hand on your..."
"No," he laughs. "Not right now, anyway." Santana chuckles along with him. "One more guess. Come on. It's really good."
"Um." She hates this game. "Just fucking tell me, Finn. God."
"A bunch of the parents complained to the athletic department about how we don't get a Spring Break and Coach cancelled practices."
Santana shouldn't smile because he hasn't said he's going to do anything with her, but he's about to get invited and if he says no she's going to punch him. "Seriously?"
"Uh huh."
"You're coming with me, then," she tells him. Oops. It was meant to be more of a request, not an order. "Want to?"
"Duh."
She laughs and bites her lip. "I'm leaving at like 4:00 on Friday, okay?"
"Okay." She can hear him smiling. "Do I need to bring anything?"
She thinks about it for a couple seconds. "Condoms and a bathing suit."
He's got a really great laugh.
... ... ...
When the first thing he says to her when he walks in is, "Don't be mad," she knows she's probably going to be mad in a matter of seconds.
"What?"
"So um, my mom kind of freaked about me not going home."
Santana closes her eyes. God, of course Mrs. Hummel wants him home. Santana sort of hates herself for not thinking about that and telling Finn to at least talk to his mom. She feels like a bitch for just assuming he'd spend his break with her, when he's got a family, too, and he hasn't seen his as recently as she's seen hers.
"Oh."
"Yeah, so I have to go there for a bit," he says, and he sounds really guilty or something, which he shouldn't. "Are you mad?"
She rolls her eyes at him. "No."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah." He kisses her, then, and that makes her feel better.
Look, it's not like she needs him around or anything. She'll still have an awesome break without him there. It was just going to be really nice to like, hang out with him when neither of them had to run off somewhere or study for something. The idea of being with him and not having to worry about being loud kind of appealed to her, too.
"Burt said he'd pay for a bus ticket if I wanted to go see you for the last half of my break," he says quietly, like he's not sure she'll go for it.
Dumbass.
... ... ...
Her first night home, she opens a bottle of wine and slips into her jacuzzi tub. There's a skylight in her bathroom, too, and there's a little some snow on it, but she can still see out.
Her mom redecorated this entire room last summer; Santana had to come home and help. She's not mad or anything. It's still her room and everything, it's just that her mom was sick of the black wallpaper and leopard print throw pillows and shit, and Santana was kind of sick of them, too. She sort of let her mom take the reigns on picking out a 'theme' or colour scheme or whatever. Eventually Santana's probably going to use this room only once or twice a year, so it's kind of more important that her mom likes it than she does. Her whole bedroom and bathroom is done in whites and blues, and Santana actually thinks it's really nice. It's clean and pretty, and even though painting with her mom had been like, a test of her patience (and probably her mom's, too) she likes how it turned out.
She's listening to music and relaxing, enjoying this bottle of wine from this place where her dad buys cases and cases to keep in the cellar, and her phone buzzes with a text. She hates pruney fingers, so her hands aren't in the water anyway, and she grabs her phone without getting it wet.
'Just got in. Mom made me a whole pizza'
Like, honestly. The things he thinks are important to tell her are hilarious.
'Nice. I'm in the bath.'
'Yeah?'
Whatever. She's covered in bubbles from the chest down so she's not exactly worried about this photo being slutty. She snaps three before she has one she likes, and sends it off to him because she's pretty sure that's what he was angling for.
She's just finishing her glass of wine and thinking of getting out of the water when he texts her back.
'Oh my god you're pretty'
Sometimes he says shit like that as if he's never realized it before, even though he tells her all the time. She likes that.
... ... ...
She makes herself an omelette for breakfast and calls Rachel because she knows the girl will be up at this hour. Puck's sleeping, apparently, and Rachel's sipping tea and reading a book while he sleeps in her bedroom. They're sort of good together, because they're both like, intense personalities, but somehow when you put them together, they balance each other out. It's weird, but it works for them.
"I miss you," Rachel laughs. "Which is silly, because obviously we're not going to live together forever and I shouldn't."
"I'm just awesome." It's not even a good response, but she doesn't care. "What'd you do last night?"
"Um." Rachel's voice is sort of quiet, but Santana thinks she hears a smile, too. "Noah, mostly."
Santana laughs so hard she forgets where she is and the edge of her knuckle touches the hot pan. It's not really a burn, but it doesn't feel great, and she blames Rachel for it as she runs her finger under cold water.
"Seriously, I'm an excellent influence on you," she says, and Rachel laughs with her.
"Between you and Noah, it's a surprise I have any tact left at all."
"I know." She grins and dries her hands. "We've almost got you broken in."
"That's offensive."
After a few minutes, Santana hears Puck wander into the living room, where she knows Rachel is, and mumble something sleepily. It sounds like, "I want you," but Santana can't be sure. Either way, their phone call ends and she eats her breakfast in a quiet house, and loves every second of it.
... ... ...
"What'd you do today?"
"Um. Ate, mostly. Mom's like, determined to make me fat or something."
Santana laughs a bit. "I think it'll take more than a week of food to make you fat, Finn."
"Whatever," he mumbles. God, he's probably blushing. "Is it Wednesday yet?" She smiles and pulls her blanket up over her shoulder as she lies on the couch in her living room. "I love my family and stuff, but um..."
"They're not as hot as me?"
He chuckles and then lets out this noise that... "Yeah, there's that, too."
"What are you doing?" she asks quietly. "You sound turned on."
"I am. I've been thinking about you."
Oh. She rolls onto her back and starts ignoring the television a little harder. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. About the other day. When you um..." She waits for him to finish. She doesn't know what he's doing. "When you went down on me and..."
He's so bad at this. It's kind of fucking adorable.
"And what?"
"I can't stop thinking about you in just your panties on the bed like that between my legs," he says, all in a rush, and she has to swallow hard and press her knees together. "Why? What are you doing?"
She wants to laugh, but she can't, or he'll get all embarrassed and he'll stop, and as pathetic as his attempt is here, she doesn't want him to be so self-conscious that he doesn't even try. She still loves helping him get over these like, weird sexual hurdles he comes up against. It's fun for both of them, so how could she complain?
"Finn, are you trying to have phone sex with me right now?" she asks, totally amused. It's meant to put him at ease or something.
"Yeah," he breathes out, but then adds, quickly, "Unless you don't want to!"
"Oh, my god, you're cute."
"Hey. Don't call me cute when I'm trying to...Can you just say things now?"
Santana pushes her leggings down and off, so she's lying there in just her panties and her top, but she doesn't tell him that, because he's not getting off the hook this easily.
"No. Keep going," she says.
(And yeah. Once he gets a little confidence? He's pretty good at this, too.)
... ... ...
She goes to the mall and spends a few hours and a few hundred dollars. What? All the stores have their spring and early summer collections out, and she needs some key pieces. Like Top Siders, for one, and a new pair of jeans, for another. She loves shopping, okay? And it's not like she does a ton of it during the school year. Not only does she not really have the time, between studying and classes, but now with Finn around...She just doesn't spend her time in stores, you know? Buying a pair of proper boyfriend jeans has been on her list for like, a month, and her mom and dad left her a credit card and told her to treat herself, so.
She loves her parents.
She grabs McDonald's for lunch because she can, and like, fuck you. A nugget meal every now and again isn't going to kill her or destroy her waistline.
When she's in Bath And Body Works checking out candles - they're on sale and some of them aren't so strong that they knock her on her ass - this chick she went to high school with bounces up to her and pulls her into a hug. Apparently the girl works here, hence the checked apron, because she didn't want to go to college. All the power to her, but Santana's glad she, herself, isn't like, schlepping soap for minimum wage, you know? Whatever makes you happy, though.
They catch up a bit and then chick goes, "I heard you're dating Finn Hudson!"
And Santana is stunned and kind of annoyed. "Who told you that?"
"It's kind of everywhere. Good for you, girl!"
Yeah, Santana is ready to bail on this conversation all together. Like, does everyone in this fucking town know she's dating a football player? He's not even a star! Why the fuck do they care? She's not trying to be a bitch about his place on the team or anything, but seriously. Is he so important that she's now known as Finn Hudson's Girlfriend?
Sub-question: Does she care? So some small town people are gossiping about the fact that she's got a boyfriend who plays college ball. So what? Let them talk.
She's the one who goes to sleep with him at night.
(Some nights.)
(Fuck. Is it Wednesday yet?)
She changes the subject and asks for helping with candle selection, because it's whatever but she's bored of like, smelling everything. She leaves the store with her little bag of candles, and texts Finn to say she can't escape him, no matter where she goes.
He types back, 'Good' with a winky face, and she rolls her eyes and pretends she's not smiling.
... ... ...
When she picks him up from the bus station, he saunters over to her and slips his arms around her waist easily, and she thinks it's fucking stupid that she's been feeling like it's been forever since they saw each other. It's really only been a handful of days, but that's still longer than they've gone since this thing between them became serious. He murmurs his hello into her hair and pulls away, kisses her quickly, then smiles this super fucking cute smile at her.
What she manages to think to say is, "It takes twelve minutes to get to my house from here."
15 minutes later she's on her back on her bed, Finn's lips on her neck. It's her own voice saying, "I missed you," in this whisper Finn must really love, because he moans and licks her skin and unbuttons her jeans.
... ... ...
She does give him a tour. It starts with her shower, which is fun. The tile hurts her knees, but she really likes doing this in the shower, particularly, because she can just like, rinse off her skin and he gets to...
Whatever. It's fun for both of them.
She pulls on a pair of panties and a long sweater she usually wears with leggings, and Finn puts his jeans and tee shirt back on, which is dumb, because she's totally going to have him again at least once more today. They do need to eat.
She walks him through the house, though. She shows him the upstairs, which is kind of just boring. It's spare bedrooms, her bedroom, and the master. There's really nothing to see. The main floor has the living room, the den, her dad's huge office, her mom's office, the 'parlor', the kitchen, and then the solarium off that. Down in the basement is the wine cellar and the game/media room.
"Um." Finn's standing next to the pool table, with it's red felt top and leather pockets, and staring at the massive flatscreen mounted on the wall, the leather sectional sofa and recliners. "Okay, your house is amazing." She shrugs her shoulder. She grew up here, so it's not like it's anything special to her. She's aware that it's not a shack or anything. "Seriously. My parents' house is three actual bedrooms, and mine in the basement. I think our whole house would fit in half of yours."
She kind of feels shitty. She doesn't want him to feel insecure or anything, and it's not like she or her parents are the type of people to judge those who can't afford to live in places like this. It doesn't matter. His house, what she's seen in pictures, is really nice anyway, so he has no reason to be acting like she's some princess or something. She's privileged and she knows that. He wouldn't start to see her differently based on this, but he's still acting weird.
"It's not a competition," she says, trying to smile so he'll see that she's not being a bitch.
"I know." He grins at her and she like...God, she does love him. "Can we play pool? I'm really good."
"No," she laughs. "Wanna eat?" His brow goes up. Fuck. "I mean food. Like, ordering in Chinese. God." She's still laughing and Finn comes over and slips his arms around her, then kind of manhandles her so she's walking in front of him and his hands are still on her hips.
She's almost at the stairs when he covers her breasts with his hands and says, "Maybe I can get you off while we wait for our food." She might moan. He sounds cocky when he says, "Wanna try?"
Like she'd say no.
... ... ...
"I like your room," he tells her after they've turned out the light. She's really tired and it's past midnight, and they've spent the last hour talking and, well, he fingered her and she thinks he's just too tired for more sex right now, which makes sense, considering pretty much all they've done all day is fuck.
She loves this Spring Break.
"Thanks."
"Your bed's really comfortable."
"Mhmm."
"Santana."
She laughs a little, breathily. "What?"
His lips press against the back of her shoulder and she turns her head a bit, knowing he wants more attention.
"If I cuddle you all night will you be mad?"
She shakes her head, which is weird, and slips her fingers between his over her stomach.
She needs to do something to like, restore the balance, so she says, "Shut up and go to sleep, Finn."
... ... ...
They eat breakfast together at the island in her kitchen, where she's eaten breakfast since she was old enough to be out of a high chair. When she tells him that, he says he wants to see baby pictures, and she tells him to look the fuck around, because her parents have pictures of her everywhere. She's an only child and like, also awesome, so obviously there are a billion frames with pictures of her doing cute shit in them.
So then Finn's walking around her living room in his boxers looking at pictures of her as a little girl.
"Oh, my god. Are you dancing? You're dancing!"
"Shut up."
"What song."
"I don't remember."
"Yes, you do." He turns to her and has this stupid fucking look on his face. "Tell me."
"September, by Earth Wind and Fire," she tells him, because fucking whatever. "It's my parents' favourite song."
Finn turns around and hugs her, wrapping his arms around her so she's like, immobile. "You were so cute, baby," he tells her, then kisses her hair. "Like...God, you were cute."
"Stop. You're being creepy."
Intense, is more like it, because she's never heard that tone of voice before, really, and it's making her think of like, 10 years from now, and them, and babies, and what the fuck is she doing? They're too young for this.
"Wanna bang?" she asks, to distract herself.
Finn laughs and weaves his fingers together with hers. "Do you have albums anywhere?"
"Oh, my god. Why?"
"Because," he says, all quietly, and kisses her, "I wanna like, figure out what happened before I knew you, you know?"
She doesn't, but he sounds so fucking sweet that she kisses him anyway, and they sit together on the couch and look through a couple photo albums. She doesn't even skip over her awkward pre-teen years.
That's love, right there.
... ... ...
She decides to polish her nails, and he decides to play pool. It's like he can't stop thinking about the fucking pool table and how it's just sitting there. She sort of wants to bust his balls over wanting to do that when he's supposed to be spending his time with her, but he'd inevitably just ask her to polish her nails down there while he plays. The lighting is shit in the basement and he'd probably rope her into playing, and he's probably better at it than she is. She has no interest in seeing that smug 'I'm actually better at something than you are' look on his face.
And like, whatever. She's not so fucking needy or desperate for him that they can't spend an hour apart. They've never really existed together in a space like this, though. His dorm room doesn't exactly allow them to hang out separately, and her apartment isn't all that big. If he's in the living room watching television, she can hear him laughing, or talking with Puck and/or Rachel. It's kind of nice to have this right now. She knows he's in the house, doing his own thing, and she doesn't need him like, hanging off her all the time.
She grabs a quick shower, because she can have one without, you know, fucking him right now, and then goes back into her bedroom and grabs a pair of panties and matching bra from her drawer. They're new ones - she bought them when she was shopping - navy with white lace trim. Thing is, when she's got her drawer open, she finds those kick ass over the knee socks she got for Christmas and has been looking for everywhere and hasn't been able to find. It's a sweet find, because she loves these things. They're warm and they look hot as fuck, and she sort of loves that Rachel knew that when Santana like, bugged her about wearing them for her dance classes, it really just meant that Santana wanted a pair for herself. Rachel's a good best friend.
It just makes her wonder, though, what else she's got in her room here that she doesn't remember, or wants and hasn't been able to find. She goes through her drawers and finds a bunch of shit from like, high school cheerleading, and a few dumb band tee shirts she actually might grab and take with her. There's a Columbia tee shirt, from when she was 13 and it was her dream school, and a sweatshirt from Georgetown, her mom's alma mater. Her closet is mostly empty, but there are jeans that are too big - she lost like, 10 pounds last year, which made every girl she knows jealous, but she doesn't care - and some like, seriously out of style tops.
But in the back, she finds this white and blue striped button down. It makes her smile, this like, almost seersucker shirt. When she was in junior high, for her last year there, they decided to make kids wear uniforms. For real? She fucking loved them. She looked awesome in the short navy blue skirt, and these shirts where fucking sweet if you got the size down and unbuttoned them down past your boobs. She was one of the first girls to even get boobs, too. Or she'd tie it off at the waist and it'd be cute as fuck. She remembers getting to high school and actually feeling bummed that she had to go back to wearing regular clothes.
She grabs the shirt and pulls it on, and it doesn't not fit, but there's no way in hell it's buttoning over her tits, which are significantly bigger than the last time she wore this top. It looks fucking sexy, though, unbuttoned with her bra underneath, and matches her socks like, perfectly.
Best outfit ever.
She raids her mom's bathroom for a nail polish colour she doesn't hate. She didn't bring any with her, and the ones she left in her bedroom when she moved are like, bright red, or black. There's a purple she bought last summer, but she remembers hating it when she put it on. Anyway, her mom's got this awesome nude Chanel colour, and Santana's stealing some of it. (As if her mom'd say no if Santana asked if she could use it, though.)
She switches on her iPod dock and flips through until she finds the playlist she wants. It's all the best female singers and songs she's got on her iTunes, and it's fucking fun to jam out to Aaliyah and Janet and Mariah and Queen Latifah, okay?
She fucking loves this nail colour. She gets the first coat on and is actually stoked to finish up, and yeah, she sort of sings to herself as she works the brush. She's really good at polishing her nails and never gets any on her skin. In high school she used to do her nails like, every second or third day, so she's had a lot of practice. After a while, her mom started getting her to do hers, and now Rachel, every once in a while, will ask Santana for her steady hand. She doesn't mind. It's kind of fun, actually.
She sinks down in her bed a bit as she waits for her top coat to dry. She loves this one, too, because it doesn't take eight fucking hours to dry, like some others. She holds her hands up and sings Are You That Somebody? as she looks at her nails. Her mom won't notice if this bottle's missing when she gets back from Paris, right?
She doesn't know how long Finn's been standing in the doorway, but she looks over and he's there, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and an easy smile on his face. She's not embarrassed that he caught her singing or anything. He's heard her before. It's not like it's a secret that she's got a good voice. The first time he heard her, they were driving somewhere and she forgot he was there, or whatever, and just started singing along to that catchy as fuck Carly Rae Jepsen song that's always playing. And then there was the night she and Rachel grabbed a couple bottles of wine for no reason other than they wanted to, drank way too much of it, and decided it was a great idea to first invite Puck and Finn over, and then to watch The Lion King. Like, obviously they had to sing along.
(She also knows her voice turns him on.)
"You know you look really sexy right now, right?"
She laughs a bit. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
God, sometimes he gets this confidence, or like, this easy...She doesn't even know what to call it. It's almost like some kind of maturity or something. Not to say he's immature, but this is like, him in five years, when he's a real adult and not a student and...
She still hates herself for thinking that far ahead.
"Cute shirt."
"You're just saying that because my tits are out."
He rolls his eyes and pushes himself off the frame, walks over to the bed and sits down. Sliding his hand across her stomach, he looks at her nails. "Pretty."
He's making her crazy right now, and he's not even doing anything. "Finn," she says, a little too quietly.
"Is this all new, or something?" He lets his thumb brush over the lace at the top of her panties.
Honestly, she really, really loves that she's with the kind of guy who notices stupid shit like that. She likes that Finn actually sees what she wears, not just the body that's underneath it. He compliments her clothes all the time, or tells her she looks pretty. He remembers shit, too. Like, legit, she has this one bra that makes him blush when she wears it, because he's totally remembering what she did to him the first time he saw it on her.
"Yeah. I mean, sort of. This is from like, eighth grade," she tells him, tugging at her shirt, and he just laughs and looks ten kinds of adorable.
He pulls his hand off her stomach, which makes her feel cold. What? His hands are huge (she fucking loves them) and all warm, so he was covering most of her torso and now the heat's gone. But then he sets his hand on her knee over her sock, and lets his fingertips curl beneath the fabric on her thigh. He's not trying to take them off her or anything, he's just feeling her. If he's trying to make her crazy, it's working. His hand slides up the inside of her thigh and he stops right before he's touching her.
He laughs.
"What?" she asks, because he usually doesn't just laugh when he's this close to her.
"Nothing." Yeah, not buying it. "I just like, can't believe you're my girlfriend, you know?"
She says, "Stop," but she doesn't mean it.
"Are you blushing?" he asks, smiling way too cutely. She rolls her eyes. "You're blushing. I made you blush."
"Shut up," she sort of chuckles.
He leans over and kisses her, and she's still worried about her nails, so she doesn't touch him, even though she wants to when his hand shifts on the inside of her thigh and this conversation is maybe the best thing ever.
"Remember when we met?"
"Vaguely." She's lying and the look he gives her lets her know he's aware of it. "Why?"
"I was thinking about it the other day." Um. Okay? His fingers flex against her skin the slightest bit, like he's remembering that night in his dorm room when she was bossy as fuck and almost screwed up a really good thing by bailing right after the sex. "I really, really love that you're the only girl I've ever tasted."
Oh god, that is not what she was expecting him to say.
"Finn," she breathes out. He licks his lips. Jesus.
She doesn't know what the hell this conversation is, where it's going or where it came from. She likes it and everything, but he's confusing her, because it's like he's scared to say what he really means. She thinks this is his like, roundabout way of telling her how he feels about her. If she's reading him right, and she probably is, he's using sex as like, a metaphor, or something.
Or maybe she's just reading too much into it and he's just thinking about sex right now, and wants to get her naked and go down on her. He's so fucking good at that. It's actually kind of amazing. She can admit that it's super fucking sexy that everything he knows about giving head, he learned from her.
But she can't...
She loves him, okay? She loves him, and she's sort of sick of not saying it to him. It's not like she's the kind of person who ends every phone call with the words, or has to say them all the time, but she still wants him to know. He deserves that and so does she. She wants him to know how serious she is about this, how he's the only person she's ever felt this way about, and how she does see some type of future with him. There's an easy way to get all that across, and it's to use three words and not like, a hundred sappy ones.
"Finn," she says again, and he looks at her face, a crooked little grin on his lips. She almost loses her nerve. "I love you."
She watches his entire face change, watches it lips turn up into a full on smile, his eyes soften, his dimples show. He looks so fucking happy. He looks happier than she's honestly ever seen him. It's really fucking overwhelming, actually, and her heart's hammering in her chest as they just look at one another.
"I love you, too," he tells her, and god, she can tell he means it. He's not just saying it because she did. Obviously she's kind of known he's felt the same way about her as she's felt about him, but hearing the words is...
She bites the inside of her cheek.
"Well, like, are you gonna kiss me, or what?"
He laughs and leans down, but she knees him in the side, because as if he's not going to get on top of her right now. He moves so he's between her legs, presses his fist against the mattress and uses his fingers to stroke the apple of her cheek. She's just looking up at him and waiting for him to put his mouth on hers, please.
They make out for a while, just sort of trading these gentle little kisses. Seriously, they barely use any tongue, and neither of them takes any clothing off, and her hands kind of feather through his hair. They've done this before, so it's not like it's uncharted territory or whatever.
But Finn says, after what might be a half an hour, "I'm going to make love to you, okay?" in this quiet voice as he looks down at her and trails his fingertips across her collarbone.
She just nods, because she can't get her voice to work, and because they've already said enough today as it is.
Chapter: 1/1
Character: Finn/Santana
Prompt: Not really a prompt, but this picture was sort of the base inspiration for this. Part of the 'Freshman 'Verse'.
Word Count: 7,700
Disclaimer: Don't own.
For Spring Break last year, Santana went home for the week and let her parents baby her and buy her shit and treat her like a princess because she could and they wanted to. It was a sweet ass gig and she's not complaining in the slightest, but she doesn't really want to do the same thing this year. It's not because she's 'too mature' (fuck that; a shopping spree is a shopping spree) or because she doesn't want to spend time with her parents. They're awesome people and she loves them and everything. It's not even because Finn is here. She's not one of those idiot girls who can't handle being away from the guy for more than like four hours without bursting into tears.
She just feels like she's had people around her so much lately, and school's been insane, and she would not hate a little time alone, to be honest.
But then she starts thinking about time alone and how boring that sounds, and okay, maybe she wouldn't hate having Finn around. What? He's her boyfriend and (not that he knows it) she's in love with him, and she's allowed to want to spend a week somewhere with him with no messed up schedule, no roommates, and none of his teammates trying to get him to open the door when she's going down on him.
(Seriously. If she had a dime...)
They have this vacation home in the woods near Lake Erie that her dad bought as an investment more than anything, and her mom used it as a project and basically decorated the whole thing. When Santana was younger, her parents used to make sure they spent time there every summer. Her dad would take a week off mid-July and they'd go, and then they'd usually spend another weekend there before school started back up.
Anyway, she thinks about asking her parents if she can go there, and then asking Finn if he wants to come - and he'd better say yes, or they'll have problems - but then Santana remembers that her dad doesn't usually pay that company to go 'open the cottage' (whatever that means) until the beginning of April. She may not know what goes into getting it ready, she just knows it's not, yet. It's kind of a bummer, if she's being honest.
"What's wrong?" Finn asks her, pinching her side as she pouts a little.
"Nothing."
"Your bottom lip's poking out."
She's trying not to laugh. She's lying in his bed in his room with him because he asked her over and she wanted sex. And to see him, but whatever. Two birds, one stone. She's been awake for a while - he dozed off - and she's sort of pissed at herself for not mentioning the cabin to her dad. He would have had it opened early for her if she'd asked.
Finn's hand slides over her stomach and he presses his face against her shoulder and looks up at her. God, his eyes are like, so nice. "You're thinking about something."
"Spring Break," she tells him, because whatever. It's not like it's a secret or anything.
"What about it?"
She rolls her eyes. He's a little dim after sex or sleep, so put the two together and it's like he's a four year old on a handful of Benadryl.
"How I'm going to spend it."
Finn lets out this stupid noise and like, wiggles closer to her. Honestly, sometimes he's practically a little kid and it's not cute. (Except it's actually cute as fuck and makes her heart do crazy shit in her chest.) "With me, mostly," he says against her shoulder, and like, blinks at her.
"Shut up."
"No."
She lets out a laugh without meaning to. "You're staying here, right?"
Finn nods and his fingertips drag along her hip bone slowly, back and forth. "I have practice."
"Ugh," she groans. "It's fucking spring. No one cares about football in the spring." Finn chuckles and she ignores that like, obviously he cares about football in the spring. "Blow it off."
"Can't."
"Do it."
"Santana," he laughs.
She rolls her eyes but kisses his forehead.
Shut up.
"What if I find something awesome to do and you can't come?"
He just sort of grins at her, then leans up and lowers his body down over hers again, kisses her gently and says, "Then I'll just miss you, I guess."
She likes the sound of that, of him missing her.
... ... ...
"I have bad news."
Shit. Okay, so believe it or not, Santana is actually a worrier. She worries about a lot of things. Like her grades, and her friends, and...Okay, fuck. Sometimes when Finn's banged up from practice, she has these little internal freakouts because it's not normal to be so bruised up, or to have to ice your shoulder so often. And her grandma isn't getting any younger, so she worries about the woman's health. Her dad works too much and her mom spreads herself too thin.
So that sentence in her ear when her mom calls? Santana doesn't like it.
"What?" (She's sort of holding her breath.)
"Your dad's friend Lance got a great deal on a trip to Paris, and he asked if we'd like to go with him and Emily."
Santana scofs. That's what she's been freaking out over? "How is that bad news? That sounds awesome."
"It's going to overlap with your break, though, honey."
"Who cares? Go to Paris!"
Her mom laughs and Santana hears her rustling papers, so she's probably in her office or something. "Your dad and I were really looking forward to seeing you."
"It's not like I'm a million miles away. You see me often enough," she says, and that's the truth. The last time they saw one another was the wedding, but even that wasn't so long ago.
Then Santana realizes that means the house will be sitting empty. Their big, awesome house with the hot tub out back, the jacuzzi tub in her en suite bathroom off her bedroom. A massive kitchen that'll probably be stocked if she asks. A home gym in the garage. A big ass television. Her queen sized bed.
"Can I have the house?" she asks, and her mom just laughs. "Seriously. Like, I'm off for a week and I've been wondering what I should do."
"Of course, baby girl. It's your house, too. Will Finn be coming with you?"
Thanks for the reminder that he's got to stupid practice.
Honestly, she thinks it's really unfair that he has to stick around campus for that. Couldn't their coach give them the week off, too? They're in the offseason! She'd understand if maybe he played basketball or some other sport that was actually, you know, on right now. She knows how hard he and his friends work, and they deserve a break. A rest would do them good, she thinks. But she's not a coach, so apparently it's not her call.
"I don't think so."
"That's too bad." Santana sort of thought her mom might be poised to give her a lecture on it, or say Finn couldn't come. Why she thought that, she has no idea, because her mom fucking loves Finn and loves that Santana's with him.
Santana lets her eyes move to her bulletin board. Rachel made it for her using a cork board, some black ribbon and push pins. It's like lattice work or something and not anything Santana would ever pick for herself, but Rachel thought she should have it and like, whatever. It's not an eyesore or whatever.
There's a picture of her and Finn from the wedding on there, another of him in his uniform from some game or another. She's not exactly sentimental, but he looks hot in that picture and they both look hot in the other one, so she keeps them up there.
"Yeah, I know."
... ... ...
She needs to tell him she loves him. It just needs to happen. Him not knowing is stupid. And maybe he knows, but he hasn't heard it from her, and he's a really good boyfriend and she thinks he deserves it, you know? Like, 'Thanks for being a good guy; I love you' or whatever. She's never exactly done this before, so she doesn't know how it works. Thing is, she's at the point now where it doesn't scare the shit out of her or anything. At first she was worried that if she told him and he didn't say it back, she'd like, have to die and/or kill him in his sleep or something. (She's joking, mostly.) But now she thinks he'll say it back, and that if he doesn't, or if he's not ready to or whatever, he'll at least be happy that she's in love with him.
Basically, they're not breaking up over one of them saying I love you.
"Hey."
She looks up from her book and wonders how the hell he got into her apartment without her knowing, but it doesn't really matter. She's been studying like crazy, and when that happens she sort of ends up tuning out the world and sometimes not actually hearing things going on around her. Rachel must be around here somewhere, or Finn just pulled a B&E. One of those is more likely than the other. (The thought of Finn trying to be like, stealth and subtle almost makes her laugh.)
"Hey," she says, and gives him a little smile. He walks over and kisses her cheek, which is this thing he does sometimes that she pretends to think is stupid but actually sort of loves. "What's that?"
He's got a pale green box in his hands and if he brought her a present she'd like it now, please.
He just sort of grins and hands it to her, then leans back against the edge of her desk so he's looking at her. "I found this awesome bakery today. I ate like four cookies." Santana laughs and shakes her head, but opens the box. Inside, there's a cupcake that's decorated so ornately she almost doesn't want to eat it. "It was the prettiest one."
She looks up at him and, god. "Thanks," she says a little too quietly. "C'mere."
"What?"
"Kiss me." He smirks and does as he's told. He knows how cute he is, doesn't he? "I'm almost done this, then I'll make us something to eat."
Finn uses the tips of his fingers to push her hair back so it's not falling in her face when she looks back down at her book, says, "Okay," in this little voice, and then goes over to her bed and plays some game on his phone while she works.
He's a really good boyfriend.
... ... ...
He knows she's going to her parents' place for the week, and she doesn't think he's actually stopped pouting about it since she told him. He keeps whining about how it's his first Spring Break ever and he should get to spend it with his sexy girlfriend. He's laying it on thick and she appreciates the flattery, but she's not going to stay around and do nothing in her apartment when she could go and have some peace and quiet and hot tub. Also, Rachel and Puck are both staying in town, and they'll be at the apartment all the time. She loves them both, but she could honestly use a break.
She's sort of packing a bit, listening to music and thinking about when she's going to see Finn before she goes, and he calls her. It's weird when shit like that happens. It also makes her wonder if she thinks about him too much.
"Guess what."
"Dunno."
"Santana," he whines. "Guess."
She rolls her eyes. "You're outside my building."
"No."
"You're thinking about me with your hand on your..."
"No," he laughs. "Not right now, anyway." Santana chuckles along with him. "One more guess. Come on. It's really good."
"Um." She hates this game. "Just fucking tell me, Finn. God."
"A bunch of the parents complained to the athletic department about how we don't get a Spring Break and Coach cancelled practices."
Santana shouldn't smile because he hasn't said he's going to do anything with her, but he's about to get invited and if he says no she's going to punch him. "Seriously?"
"Uh huh."
"You're coming with me, then," she tells him. Oops. It was meant to be more of a request, not an order. "Want to?"
"Duh."
She laughs and bites her lip. "I'm leaving at like 4:00 on Friday, okay?"
"Okay." She can hear him smiling. "Do I need to bring anything?"
She thinks about it for a couple seconds. "Condoms and a bathing suit."
He's got a really great laugh.
... ... ...
When the first thing he says to her when he walks in is, "Don't be mad," she knows she's probably going to be mad in a matter of seconds.
"What?"
"So um, my mom kind of freaked about me not going home."
Santana closes her eyes. God, of course Mrs. Hummel wants him home. Santana sort of hates herself for not thinking about that and telling Finn to at least talk to his mom. She feels like a bitch for just assuming he'd spend his break with her, when he's got a family, too, and he hasn't seen his as recently as she's seen hers.
"Oh."
"Yeah, so I have to go there for a bit," he says, and he sounds really guilty or something, which he shouldn't. "Are you mad?"
She rolls her eyes at him. "No."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah." He kisses her, then, and that makes her feel better.
Look, it's not like she needs him around or anything. She'll still have an awesome break without him there. It was just going to be really nice to like, hang out with him when neither of them had to run off somewhere or study for something. The idea of being with him and not having to worry about being loud kind of appealed to her, too.
"Burt said he'd pay for a bus ticket if I wanted to go see you for the last half of my break," he says quietly, like he's not sure she'll go for it.
Dumbass.
... ... ...
Her first night home, she opens a bottle of wine and slips into her jacuzzi tub. There's a skylight in her bathroom, too, and there's a little some snow on it, but she can still see out.
Her mom redecorated this entire room last summer; Santana had to come home and help. She's not mad or anything. It's still her room and everything, it's just that her mom was sick of the black wallpaper and leopard print throw pillows and shit, and Santana was kind of sick of them, too. She sort of let her mom take the reigns on picking out a 'theme' or colour scheme or whatever. Eventually Santana's probably going to use this room only once or twice a year, so it's kind of more important that her mom likes it than she does. Her whole bedroom and bathroom is done in whites and blues, and Santana actually thinks it's really nice. It's clean and pretty, and even though painting with her mom had been like, a test of her patience (and probably her mom's, too) she likes how it turned out.
She's listening to music and relaxing, enjoying this bottle of wine from this place where her dad buys cases and cases to keep in the cellar, and her phone buzzes with a text. She hates pruney fingers, so her hands aren't in the water anyway, and she grabs her phone without getting it wet.
'Just got in. Mom made me a whole pizza'
Like, honestly. The things he thinks are important to tell her are hilarious.
'Nice. I'm in the bath.'
'Yeah?'
Whatever. She's covered in bubbles from the chest down so she's not exactly worried about this photo being slutty. She snaps three before she has one she likes, and sends it off to him because she's pretty sure that's what he was angling for.
She's just finishing her glass of wine and thinking of getting out of the water when he texts her back.
'Oh my god you're pretty'
Sometimes he says shit like that as if he's never realized it before, even though he tells her all the time. She likes that.
... ... ...
She makes herself an omelette for breakfast and calls Rachel because she knows the girl will be up at this hour. Puck's sleeping, apparently, and Rachel's sipping tea and reading a book while he sleeps in her bedroom. They're sort of good together, because they're both like, intense personalities, but somehow when you put them together, they balance each other out. It's weird, but it works for them.
"I miss you," Rachel laughs. "Which is silly, because obviously we're not going to live together forever and I shouldn't."
"I'm just awesome." It's not even a good response, but she doesn't care. "What'd you do last night?"
"Um." Rachel's voice is sort of quiet, but Santana thinks she hears a smile, too. "Noah, mostly."
Santana laughs so hard she forgets where she is and the edge of her knuckle touches the hot pan. It's not really a burn, but it doesn't feel great, and she blames Rachel for it as she runs her finger under cold water.
"Seriously, I'm an excellent influence on you," she says, and Rachel laughs with her.
"Between you and Noah, it's a surprise I have any tact left at all."
"I know." She grins and dries her hands. "We've almost got you broken in."
"That's offensive."
After a few minutes, Santana hears Puck wander into the living room, where she knows Rachel is, and mumble something sleepily. It sounds like, "I want you," but Santana can't be sure. Either way, their phone call ends and she eats her breakfast in a quiet house, and loves every second of it.
... ... ...
"What'd you do today?"
"Um. Ate, mostly. Mom's like, determined to make me fat or something."
Santana laughs a bit. "I think it'll take more than a week of food to make you fat, Finn."
"Whatever," he mumbles. God, he's probably blushing. "Is it Wednesday yet?" She smiles and pulls her blanket up over her shoulder as she lies on the couch in her living room. "I love my family and stuff, but um..."
"They're not as hot as me?"
He chuckles and then lets out this noise that... "Yeah, there's that, too."
"What are you doing?" she asks quietly. "You sound turned on."
"I am. I've been thinking about you."
Oh. She rolls onto her back and starts ignoring the television a little harder. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. About the other day. When you um..." She waits for him to finish. She doesn't know what he's doing. "When you went down on me and..."
He's so bad at this. It's kind of fucking adorable.
"And what?"
"I can't stop thinking about you in just your panties on the bed like that between my legs," he says, all in a rush, and she has to swallow hard and press her knees together. "Why? What are you doing?"
She wants to laugh, but she can't, or he'll get all embarrassed and he'll stop, and as pathetic as his attempt is here, she doesn't want him to be so self-conscious that he doesn't even try. She still loves helping him get over these like, weird sexual hurdles he comes up against. It's fun for both of them, so how could she complain?
"Finn, are you trying to have phone sex with me right now?" she asks, totally amused. It's meant to put him at ease or something.
"Yeah," he breathes out, but then adds, quickly, "Unless you don't want to!"
"Oh, my god, you're cute."
"Hey. Don't call me cute when I'm trying to...Can you just say things now?"
Santana pushes her leggings down and off, so she's lying there in just her panties and her top, but she doesn't tell him that, because he's not getting off the hook this easily.
"No. Keep going," she says.
(And yeah. Once he gets a little confidence? He's pretty good at this, too.)
... ... ...
She goes to the mall and spends a few hours and a few hundred dollars. What? All the stores have their spring and early summer collections out, and she needs some key pieces. Like Top Siders, for one, and a new pair of jeans, for another. She loves shopping, okay? And it's not like she does a ton of it during the school year. Not only does she not really have the time, between studying and classes, but now with Finn around...She just doesn't spend her time in stores, you know? Buying a pair of proper boyfriend jeans has been on her list for like, a month, and her mom and dad left her a credit card and told her to treat herself, so.
She loves her parents.
She grabs McDonald's for lunch because she can, and like, fuck you. A nugget meal every now and again isn't going to kill her or destroy her waistline.
When she's in Bath And Body Works checking out candles - they're on sale and some of them aren't so strong that they knock her on her ass - this chick she went to high school with bounces up to her and pulls her into a hug. Apparently the girl works here, hence the checked apron, because she didn't want to go to college. All the power to her, but Santana's glad she, herself, isn't like, schlepping soap for minimum wage, you know? Whatever makes you happy, though.
They catch up a bit and then chick goes, "I heard you're dating Finn Hudson!"
And Santana is stunned and kind of annoyed. "Who told you that?"
"It's kind of everywhere. Good for you, girl!"
Yeah, Santana is ready to bail on this conversation all together. Like, does everyone in this fucking town know she's dating a football player? He's not even a star! Why the fuck do they care? She's not trying to be a bitch about his place on the team or anything, but seriously. Is he so important that she's now known as Finn Hudson's Girlfriend?
Sub-question: Does she care? So some small town people are gossiping about the fact that she's got a boyfriend who plays college ball. So what? Let them talk.
She's the one who goes to sleep with him at night.
(Some nights.)
(Fuck. Is it Wednesday yet?)
She changes the subject and asks for helping with candle selection, because it's whatever but she's bored of like, smelling everything. She leaves the store with her little bag of candles, and texts Finn to say she can't escape him, no matter where she goes.
He types back, 'Good' with a winky face, and she rolls her eyes and pretends she's not smiling.
... ... ...
When she picks him up from the bus station, he saunters over to her and slips his arms around her waist easily, and she thinks it's fucking stupid that she's been feeling like it's been forever since they saw each other. It's really only been a handful of days, but that's still longer than they've gone since this thing between them became serious. He murmurs his hello into her hair and pulls away, kisses her quickly, then smiles this super fucking cute smile at her.
What she manages to think to say is, "It takes twelve minutes to get to my house from here."
15 minutes later she's on her back on her bed, Finn's lips on her neck. It's her own voice saying, "I missed you," in this whisper Finn must really love, because he moans and licks her skin and unbuttons her jeans.
... ... ...
She does give him a tour. It starts with her shower, which is fun. The tile hurts her knees, but she really likes doing this in the shower, particularly, because she can just like, rinse off her skin and he gets to...
Whatever. It's fun for both of them.
She pulls on a pair of panties and a long sweater she usually wears with leggings, and Finn puts his jeans and tee shirt back on, which is dumb, because she's totally going to have him again at least once more today. They do need to eat.
She walks him through the house, though. She shows him the upstairs, which is kind of just boring. It's spare bedrooms, her bedroom, and the master. There's really nothing to see. The main floor has the living room, the den, her dad's huge office, her mom's office, the 'parlor', the kitchen, and then the solarium off that. Down in the basement is the wine cellar and the game/media room.
"Um." Finn's standing next to the pool table, with it's red felt top and leather pockets, and staring at the massive flatscreen mounted on the wall, the leather sectional sofa and recliners. "Okay, your house is amazing." She shrugs her shoulder. She grew up here, so it's not like it's anything special to her. She's aware that it's not a shack or anything. "Seriously. My parents' house is three actual bedrooms, and mine in the basement. I think our whole house would fit in half of yours."
She kind of feels shitty. She doesn't want him to feel insecure or anything, and it's not like she or her parents are the type of people to judge those who can't afford to live in places like this. It doesn't matter. His house, what she's seen in pictures, is really nice anyway, so he has no reason to be acting like she's some princess or something. She's privileged and she knows that. He wouldn't start to see her differently based on this, but he's still acting weird.
"It's not a competition," she says, trying to smile so he'll see that she's not being a bitch.
"I know." He grins at her and she like...God, she does love him. "Can we play pool? I'm really good."
"No," she laughs. "Wanna eat?" His brow goes up. Fuck. "I mean food. Like, ordering in Chinese. God." She's still laughing and Finn comes over and slips his arms around her, then kind of manhandles her so she's walking in front of him and his hands are still on her hips.
She's almost at the stairs when he covers her breasts with his hands and says, "Maybe I can get you off while we wait for our food." She might moan. He sounds cocky when he says, "Wanna try?"
Like she'd say no.
... ... ...
"I like your room," he tells her after they've turned out the light. She's really tired and it's past midnight, and they've spent the last hour talking and, well, he fingered her and she thinks he's just too tired for more sex right now, which makes sense, considering pretty much all they've done all day is fuck.
She loves this Spring Break.
"Thanks."
"Your bed's really comfortable."
"Mhmm."
"Santana."
She laughs a little, breathily. "What?"
His lips press against the back of her shoulder and she turns her head a bit, knowing he wants more attention.
"If I cuddle you all night will you be mad?"
She shakes her head, which is weird, and slips her fingers between his over her stomach.
She needs to do something to like, restore the balance, so she says, "Shut up and go to sleep, Finn."
... ... ...
They eat breakfast together at the island in her kitchen, where she's eaten breakfast since she was old enough to be out of a high chair. When she tells him that, he says he wants to see baby pictures, and she tells him to look the fuck around, because her parents have pictures of her everywhere. She's an only child and like, also awesome, so obviously there are a billion frames with pictures of her doing cute shit in them.
So then Finn's walking around her living room in his boxers looking at pictures of her as a little girl.
"Oh, my god. Are you dancing? You're dancing!"
"Shut up."
"What song."
"I don't remember."
"Yes, you do." He turns to her and has this stupid fucking look on his face. "Tell me."
"September, by Earth Wind and Fire," she tells him, because fucking whatever. "It's my parents' favourite song."
Finn turns around and hugs her, wrapping his arms around her so she's like, immobile. "You were so cute, baby," he tells her, then kisses her hair. "Like...God, you were cute."
"Stop. You're being creepy."
Intense, is more like it, because she's never heard that tone of voice before, really, and it's making her think of like, 10 years from now, and them, and babies, and what the fuck is she doing? They're too young for this.
"Wanna bang?" she asks, to distract herself.
Finn laughs and weaves his fingers together with hers. "Do you have albums anywhere?"
"Oh, my god. Why?"
"Because," he says, all quietly, and kisses her, "I wanna like, figure out what happened before I knew you, you know?"
She doesn't, but he sounds so fucking sweet that she kisses him anyway, and they sit together on the couch and look through a couple photo albums. She doesn't even skip over her awkward pre-teen years.
That's love, right there.
... ... ...
She decides to polish her nails, and he decides to play pool. It's like he can't stop thinking about the fucking pool table and how it's just sitting there. She sort of wants to bust his balls over wanting to do that when he's supposed to be spending his time with her, but he'd inevitably just ask her to polish her nails down there while he plays. The lighting is shit in the basement and he'd probably rope her into playing, and he's probably better at it than she is. She has no interest in seeing that smug 'I'm actually better at something than you are' look on his face.
And like, whatever. She's not so fucking needy or desperate for him that they can't spend an hour apart. They've never really existed together in a space like this, though. His dorm room doesn't exactly allow them to hang out separately, and her apartment isn't all that big. If he's in the living room watching television, she can hear him laughing, or talking with Puck and/or Rachel. It's kind of nice to have this right now. She knows he's in the house, doing his own thing, and she doesn't need him like, hanging off her all the time.
She grabs a quick shower, because she can have one without, you know, fucking him right now, and then goes back into her bedroom and grabs a pair of panties and matching bra from her drawer. They're new ones - she bought them when she was shopping - navy with white lace trim. Thing is, when she's got her drawer open, she finds those kick ass over the knee socks she got for Christmas and has been looking for everywhere and hasn't been able to find. It's a sweet find, because she loves these things. They're warm and they look hot as fuck, and she sort of loves that Rachel knew that when Santana like, bugged her about wearing them for her dance classes, it really just meant that Santana wanted a pair for herself. Rachel's a good best friend.
It just makes her wonder, though, what else she's got in her room here that she doesn't remember, or wants and hasn't been able to find. She goes through her drawers and finds a bunch of shit from like, high school cheerleading, and a few dumb band tee shirts she actually might grab and take with her. There's a Columbia tee shirt, from when she was 13 and it was her dream school, and a sweatshirt from Georgetown, her mom's alma mater. Her closet is mostly empty, but there are jeans that are too big - she lost like, 10 pounds last year, which made every girl she knows jealous, but she doesn't care - and some like, seriously out of style tops.
But in the back, she finds this white and blue striped button down. It makes her smile, this like, almost seersucker shirt. When she was in junior high, for her last year there, they decided to make kids wear uniforms. For real? She fucking loved them. She looked awesome in the short navy blue skirt, and these shirts where fucking sweet if you got the size down and unbuttoned them down past your boobs. She was one of the first girls to even get boobs, too. Or she'd tie it off at the waist and it'd be cute as fuck. She remembers getting to high school and actually feeling bummed that she had to go back to wearing regular clothes.
She grabs the shirt and pulls it on, and it doesn't not fit, but there's no way in hell it's buttoning over her tits, which are significantly bigger than the last time she wore this top. It looks fucking sexy, though, unbuttoned with her bra underneath, and matches her socks like, perfectly.
Best outfit ever.
She raids her mom's bathroom for a nail polish colour she doesn't hate. She didn't bring any with her, and the ones she left in her bedroom when she moved are like, bright red, or black. There's a purple she bought last summer, but she remembers hating it when she put it on. Anyway, her mom's got this awesome nude Chanel colour, and Santana's stealing some of it. (As if her mom'd say no if Santana asked if she could use it, though.)
She switches on her iPod dock and flips through until she finds the playlist she wants. It's all the best female singers and songs she's got on her iTunes, and it's fucking fun to jam out to Aaliyah and Janet and Mariah and Queen Latifah, okay?
She fucking loves this nail colour. She gets the first coat on and is actually stoked to finish up, and yeah, she sort of sings to herself as she works the brush. She's really good at polishing her nails and never gets any on her skin. In high school she used to do her nails like, every second or third day, so she's had a lot of practice. After a while, her mom started getting her to do hers, and now Rachel, every once in a while, will ask Santana for her steady hand. She doesn't mind. It's kind of fun, actually.
She sinks down in her bed a bit as she waits for her top coat to dry. She loves this one, too, because it doesn't take eight fucking hours to dry, like some others. She holds her hands up and sings Are You That Somebody? as she looks at her nails. Her mom won't notice if this bottle's missing when she gets back from Paris, right?
She doesn't know how long Finn's been standing in the doorway, but she looks over and he's there, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and an easy smile on his face. She's not embarrassed that he caught her singing or anything. He's heard her before. It's not like it's a secret that she's got a good voice. The first time he heard her, they were driving somewhere and she forgot he was there, or whatever, and just started singing along to that catchy as fuck Carly Rae Jepsen song that's always playing. And then there was the night she and Rachel grabbed a couple bottles of wine for no reason other than they wanted to, drank way too much of it, and decided it was a great idea to first invite Puck and Finn over, and then to watch The Lion King. Like, obviously they had to sing along.
(She also knows her voice turns him on.)
"You know you look really sexy right now, right?"
She laughs a bit. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
God, sometimes he gets this confidence, or like, this easy...She doesn't even know what to call it. It's almost like some kind of maturity or something. Not to say he's immature, but this is like, him in five years, when he's a real adult and not a student and...
She still hates herself for thinking that far ahead.
"Cute shirt."
"You're just saying that because my tits are out."
He rolls his eyes and pushes himself off the frame, walks over to the bed and sits down. Sliding his hand across her stomach, he looks at her nails. "Pretty."
He's making her crazy right now, and he's not even doing anything. "Finn," she says, a little too quietly.
"Is this all new, or something?" He lets his thumb brush over the lace at the top of her panties.
Honestly, she really, really loves that she's with the kind of guy who notices stupid shit like that. She likes that Finn actually sees what she wears, not just the body that's underneath it. He compliments her clothes all the time, or tells her she looks pretty. He remembers shit, too. Like, legit, she has this one bra that makes him blush when she wears it, because he's totally remembering what she did to him the first time he saw it on her.
"Yeah. I mean, sort of. This is from like, eighth grade," she tells him, tugging at her shirt, and he just laughs and looks ten kinds of adorable.
He pulls his hand off her stomach, which makes her feel cold. What? His hands are huge (she fucking loves them) and all warm, so he was covering most of her torso and now the heat's gone. But then he sets his hand on her knee over her sock, and lets his fingertips curl beneath the fabric on her thigh. He's not trying to take them off her or anything, he's just feeling her. If he's trying to make her crazy, it's working. His hand slides up the inside of her thigh and he stops right before he's touching her.
He laughs.
"What?" she asks, because he usually doesn't just laugh when he's this close to her.
"Nothing." Yeah, not buying it. "I just like, can't believe you're my girlfriend, you know?"
She says, "Stop," but she doesn't mean it.
"Are you blushing?" he asks, smiling way too cutely. She rolls her eyes. "You're blushing. I made you blush."
"Shut up," she sort of chuckles.
He leans over and kisses her, and she's still worried about her nails, so she doesn't touch him, even though she wants to when his hand shifts on the inside of her thigh and this conversation is maybe the best thing ever.
"Remember when we met?"
"Vaguely." She's lying and the look he gives her lets her know he's aware of it. "Why?"
"I was thinking about it the other day." Um. Okay? His fingers flex against her skin the slightest bit, like he's remembering that night in his dorm room when she was bossy as fuck and almost screwed up a really good thing by bailing right after the sex. "I really, really love that you're the only girl I've ever tasted."
Oh god, that is not what she was expecting him to say.
"Finn," she breathes out. He licks his lips. Jesus.
She doesn't know what the hell this conversation is, where it's going or where it came from. She likes it and everything, but he's confusing her, because it's like he's scared to say what he really means. She thinks this is his like, roundabout way of telling her how he feels about her. If she's reading him right, and she probably is, he's using sex as like, a metaphor, or something.
Or maybe she's just reading too much into it and he's just thinking about sex right now, and wants to get her naked and go down on her. He's so fucking good at that. It's actually kind of amazing. She can admit that it's super fucking sexy that everything he knows about giving head, he learned from her.
But she can't...
She loves him, okay? She loves him, and she's sort of sick of not saying it to him. It's not like she's the kind of person who ends every phone call with the words, or has to say them all the time, but she still wants him to know. He deserves that and so does she. She wants him to know how serious she is about this, how he's the only person she's ever felt this way about, and how she does see some type of future with him. There's an easy way to get all that across, and it's to use three words and not like, a hundred sappy ones.
"Finn," she says again, and he looks at her face, a crooked little grin on his lips. She almost loses her nerve. "I love you."
She watches his entire face change, watches it lips turn up into a full on smile, his eyes soften, his dimples show. He looks so fucking happy. He looks happier than she's honestly ever seen him. It's really fucking overwhelming, actually, and her heart's hammering in her chest as they just look at one another.
"I love you, too," he tells her, and god, she can tell he means it. He's not just saying it because she did. Obviously she's kind of known he's felt the same way about her as she's felt about him, but hearing the words is...
She bites the inside of her cheek.
"Well, like, are you gonna kiss me, or what?"
He laughs and leans down, but she knees him in the side, because as if he's not going to get on top of her right now. He moves so he's between her legs, presses his fist against the mattress and uses his fingers to stroke the apple of her cheek. She's just looking up at him and waiting for him to put his mouth on hers, please.
They make out for a while, just sort of trading these gentle little kisses. Seriously, they barely use any tongue, and neither of them takes any clothing off, and her hands kind of feather through his hair. They've done this before, so it's not like it's uncharted territory or whatever.
But Finn says, after what might be a half an hour, "I'm going to make love to you, okay?" in this quiet voice as he looks down at her and trails his fingertips across her collarbone.
She just nods, because she can't get her voice to work, and because they've already said enough today as it is.