I Know Just What You're Doing
Title: I Know Just What You're Doing
Chapter: 1/1
Character: Finn/Santana
Prompt: "Just admit it, you're in love with me." "Fuck you." left by andaboveall at the Santana Lopez Drabble Meme.
Word Count: 2,500
Disclaimer: Don't own.
She agrees to go to their senior prom with him because she's been fucking him on the sly since Christmas and she's half asleep and he shows up with her favourite cookies and a latté from the coffee shop she loves. He kisses her cheek and whispers, "Come with me to prom," in her ear, and she pulls him on top of her. He takes it as a yes and she doesn't argue him on it. Honestly, she doesn't want to go at all, but if she has to go she doesn't want to go with anyone else.
Sam and Quinn are back together and making people barf on a daily basis with how fucking perfect they pretend to be. Puck and Rachel finally admitted that there's a reason they always seem to gravitate towards one another, and while he fucks up pretty regularly and Rachel's abrasive as hell and stubborn as fuck, those two work together and Santana knows Puck's ass over feet in love with the girl. Mostly because he told her last weekend when he was drunk that Rachel is like, 'The coolest girl of all the cool girls and she totally gets me and I don't even have to like, try to make her understand why I do the shit I do.' So it's pretty fucking deep and it's serious and she knows Rachel's wearing navy blue to prom.
Whatever.
Kurt hands her the Prom issue of Seventeen magazine and tells her there are a few tasteful dresses on the pages he's dogeared that he thinks she'll look great in. She doesn't like the emphasis he put on 'tasteful', so she pushes the magazine against his chest and tells him she's totally capable of shopping for herself. He says something about Finn actually being excited about the event this year and wanting it to be perfect, and she walks away before she tells him off.
Everyone thinks she and Finn are just both single friends who have no one else to take.
... ... ...
"What colour should I wear to this thing?"
He's massaging her back because she asked him to, and she's trying to sound nonchalant, because she doesn't want to care about prom and the stupid tradition, and honestly, if he tries to match his shit to hers she's going to punch him in the dick.
"Purple."
She turns her head a bit. "Why?"
"'Cause you look really pretty in purple," he says, like it's just a fact and she should have known it all along.
She wiggles her hips so he'll get off her, then rolls onto her back and unzips her jeans. Her top is already off and he's getting pretty good at picking up on her hints and she doesn't even have to tell him to pull her jeans down her legs.
"Okay," she says after, when she knows he's half asleep.
She and Tina go shopping together at the least stupid store in Lima for their dresses. Neither of them were about to walk into a fucking bridal shop or something idiotic like that. Tina gets a black dress with some really awesome lace detail. It looks great on her and Santana isn't too much of a bitch to say so.
Santana gets a slinky satin dress with no back and skinny straps and just a tiny little bit of a sweeping train. It's deep purple and it sets her dad back close to $500 but she looks amazing in it and yeah, the colour is kind of perfect.
... ... ...
Her silver heels arrive from Paris (whatever; Daddy loves her) and she wears them around her bedroom for a week because they're fucking sexy and she wants to. They don't even kill her feet (you get what you pay for) and they make her legs look incredible.
Finn walks in one night when she's wearing them. He's early, said he'd be a half hour and showed up within 15 minutes. He smiles at her and checks out her legs. In his defense, she's wearing tiny black shorts and a pair of couture heels and she's hot as hell. He's allowed to look.
"What're those?" he asks.
She slips her feet out of them and walks towards him. "Nothing."
He smiles and kisses her. "Okay."
... ... ...
Finn's birthday happens two weeks before prom, and she agrees to go to his house and have dinner with his family.
He did not say anything about her being the only one of his friends there. Blaine is over, too, so that makes it slightly less awkward, but Finn pats her leg under the table and his mom looks at her with a smile on her face, and Santana is starting to freak the fuck out. They all think she's his girlfriend or something, and Kurt (and Blaine, to a degree) look absolutely shocked and she kind of wants to kick Finn's ass, even if it is his 18th birthday and he should probably get a free pass.
They all sing to him (and pretty well, 'cause, you know...) and Carole sets the cake in front of him, and he closes his eyes tight like a little boy when she tells him to make a wish. He squeezes Santana's thigh as he blows out his candles, and fuck, she's actually having fun. (And she doesn't hate the thought she has where he wished for her. She thinks, then, that he's probably going to like her gift.)
She gives him the one to unwrap first. It's a wallet, because his is cheap and old and falling apart and she always bitches to him about it when they go anywhere and he pulls it out to pay. The new one is black and leather and he tells her he loves it with a little smile on his face, and fuck, she thinks she might actually be blushing or something stupid like that. It's just that everyone's looking at her right now because she's coming off as thoughtful or something.
They head up to his bedroom after everyone's eaten their cake and he's opened all his presents. She even offered to help with the dishes (which is, like, a fucking miracle in itself) but Kurt and Blaine insisted they had it covered. She's not too stupid to see that they're just trying to push she and Finn into something so they can gossip about it at school. She doesn't care.
He's allowed to close his door (he's an adult) and she pulls up her shirt a little bit to reveal the red lace corset she's wearing underneath.
"Sit down," she says, jutting her chin towards his bed.
He does as he's told and she takes her clothes off for him slowly. He can't take his eyes off her and the expression on his face is kind of a cross between turned on, happy and just plain fucking gorgeous. He's always been freakishly patient with the foreplay and the teasing, which she's learning is a really good thing. He's really good at that part. When she gets her jeans off, he groans and looks at her pathetically and she knows he wants her to just touch him already (or let him touch her). She pulls her fingers through her hair, then straddles his lap and sits back on his thighs while he finally gets to run his hands over the lingerie she bought for him. He seems to really like it.
"Happy birthday," she says against his lips. He pulls her against him and grinds her down on his lap. He's already hard, which is honestly no surprise. Look at her.
"Thank you," he practically whispers.
She ignores it and reaches for his belt.
... ... ...
He picks her up prom night and honestly looks like he might be stunned stupid. For a few minutes she thinks her dress did its job perfectly, then she gets a little freaked out when her mom asks him something and he just nods his head, even though it wasn't a yes or no question.
"Hey," she barks once they're outside and waiting for her mom to get the camera. His mom and Burt are on the lawn, too, waiting to get pictures. "What's with you?"
"You," he finally says, curving his hand around her hip. He smiles down at her and she hears a shutter click. That was totally his mom and Santana is trying not to be annoyed. "You're with me."
She looks up at him and takes a tiny step closer, and cameras go off when she kisses him, because he can't say shit like that and honestly expect her not to.
She holds his hand or lets him put his arm around her in all the pictures, and she's actually really happy and having a good time, and they haven't even left her house yet. He looks incredibly good in his all black tux (which she knows Kurt had a hand in putting together) and kisses her cheek when she tells him that.
Even Quinn tells her she looks nice when they're at the banquet hall where prom is being held this year. The girl is wearing a mound of light pink taffeta like she thinks she's going to win Prom Queen. Santana knows Puck already rigged the whole thing so he and Rachel will win, but she's not going to say that and ruin Quinn's night before it all goes down. She's being nice.
Finn eats whatever Santana leaves on her plate and trades bites of his chocolate cake for bites of her créme caramel. She laughs when he says the food wasn't very good, because he ate basically two peoples' portions.
They dance a little and she's totally shocked when, during one slow song, he starts whispering dirty things into her ear about how she looks and what he wants to do to her because of how she looks.
They're in their hotel room immediately after Prom Court is announced. It would have been sooner but she wanted to see the happy smile on Rachel's face - and the anger on Quinn's - first.
Finn's careful with her dress and his touch is light, and it's fine with her. She treats him the same way and tells him to slow down when she thinks he's moving things too fast.
She's never done that before.
They come together and it's so good that her throat is tight right after and he's kissing along her collarbone.
"You're amazing," he says against her skin.
She's not lying when she says, "You too."
Then he whispers, "I love you," against her ear and won't let her push him away. He's hardening inside her again moments later and he starts moving slowly, and there's no way she can hide her face, so she doesn't even try.
... ... ...
They're sharing a bottle of water and sitting against the hotel pillows. She knows her hair is a disaster and there's a very good chance he's ignoring what he said an hour ago just as much as she is. They're not talking about anything at all, actually.
"'Tana?" he asks tiredly. His hand is pretty much continually moving back and forth over her stomach, and his face is right next to her chest because he's laying down a little further in the bed.
"What?"
"You heard me, right?"
She closes her eyes and sighs. She wishes he hadn't said anything at all.
"You said it in my ear," she reminds him. "I heard you."
"I do," he promises.
"I don't know why," she confesses quietly. He moves closer, kisses the swell of her breast just above where she's covered by the sheets.
"Doesn't matter," he mutters. He's falling asleep and it's kind of adorable. "I just do."
"You can stop saying it now."
He shakes his head and pulls her down the bed so she's eye level with him, and then slides his hand up her side slowly, then back down.
"Just admit it," he says softly, "you're in love with me."
"Fuck you," she chuckles breathlessly. "No."
"Say it," he pleads, nose brushing against hers. She wants him to just kiss her already, but he's keeping his lips just out of her reach. "Just say it."
"Finn."
"Say it."
"No."
She sinks her hand into the hair at the back of his head to try and pull him close so she can finally kiss him, but he pulls back and stares at her. It's making her uncomfortable, actually, this look he's giving her. It's desperate, like she's actually hurting him by not just saying what he wants to hear.
She's not keeping it in because she doesn't feel it. She's keeping it in because he's begging and she's only ever said it to one person and it ended in fucking disaster and heartbreak.
Then she thinks he must feel like she did then and it fucking sucks to think that. She doesn't want him to feel that way, ever. She doesn't want him to think she doesn't love him, or that she loves him, but not the same way he loves her. She can't let him go through all that bullshit she went through.
Because she loves him.
Fuck. She wishes she knew when that happened.
So she says it and he kisses her and says, "I know," and it doesn't even really annoy her that he made her say the words if he was already aware, because she knows what it's like to need to hear the words.
He slips into her again a few minutes later and murmurs the words against her skin no less than five times before he's gotten them both off. She doesn't think she's going to have a problem hearing them when she needs to.