Finn wasn't sleeping that well. Rachel's disappearance was, to put it lightly, worrisome, and he was just that kind of guy that couldn't sleep if he was worrying. So when somebody knocked on the door about halfway through his eight hours, he was not really prepared to get out of bed.
"Mmrrhgh." Maybe if he grunted they'd go away.
Eh, probably not. Finn dragged himself from the bed, checking that his shirt and pants were decent as he went. Cracking the door and blinking at the light in the hall, he took a few seconds to register who he was looking at. "Santana?"
Santana nodded, then pushed her way past Finn and into the room.
"Hey, Finn." She stood in the center of the room, slowly turning in a circle to face him again. She didn't bother hiding that she was checking out whatever was around. "You look terrible."
"What, I can't come talk to an old friend?" Santana asked, not even pretending to be hurt by the question. She went over and flopped onto the foot of his bed and offered him an almost sincere smile.
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"Mmrrhgh." Maybe if he grunted they'd go away.
Eh, probably not. Finn dragged himself from the bed, checking that his shirt and pants were decent as he went. Cracking the door and blinking at the light in the hall, he took a few seconds to register who he was looking at. "Santana?"
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"Hey, Finn." She stood in the center of the room, slowly turning in a circle to face him again. She didn't bother hiding that she was checking out whatever was around. "You look terrible."
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Okay, he could figure out one thing to say. "Why are you here, Santana?"
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