fanfic: Do You Like Me? Check Yes Or No, PG (Finn/Santana)
Title: Do You Like Me? Check Yes Or No.
Author: ipickquinn & absentego
Pairings/Characters: Finn/Santana
Rating: PG
Word count: 2,221
Spoilers: none
Summary: Finn is seriously confused about the Santana situation and vows to get to the bottom of it. Except he's sort of the worst investigator. Ever.
Sequel to: Midnight Breakfast | Do You Know Karate? Because Your Body Is Kicking | Creeped Out And Flattered
A/N: This fic was written by ipickquinn (as Finn) and absentego (as Santana)!
Do You Like Me? Check Yes Or No.
The last few days had been really weird and Finn quite honestly wasn't sure what was going on. Santana had done another kiss and run and just left him hanging after he asked her to be his girlfriend. Even if he wasn't sure where that had come from it still wasn't a good feeling to be just flat out rejected like that. Having the weekend to think over things, Finn entered school on Monday with a mission to get the bottom of this situation going on with her. They didn't have any classes together since Santana was in some advance classes, but he knew their paths would cross between third and fourth period so he was prepared.
Staked out on the side of the hallway he waited until he spotted her and fell in step. "Psst. Santana... Here... just uh, take this," he said, holding out a folded up piece of paper. Inside was written:
What's going on? Why did you just kiss me and ditch again? Write back and give it to me at lunch!!
Santana blinked and looked up at Finn when he got her attention like he was Secret Agent Man or something. "O...kay," she said, taking the note. Had he seriously just passed her a note. She stopped in the middle of the hallway, the crowd of students automatically parting to walk around her without so much as jostling her. She looked at the the note, then back where Finn had disappeared.
It was fourth period before Santana opened up the note and she almost laughed out loud. Do you like me? Check yes or no... she thought with a smirk. What was this, third grade? She took a long while to think of what to write back. Once done, she was pleased with it and folded it up just as the bell rang for lunch. Moving into the lunch room, she passed by Finn and dropped the note next to his tray, then moved on to sit with the Cheerios. The note read:
007 - I kissed you because I like kissing you. Does the rest really need to be answered? - Farrah
Finn watched Santana walk away after she casually dropped the note by his lunch tray. Finn hadn't understood what Puck meant when he described Santana in a Cheerios skirt as 'crunchy toast' but he assumed it was good and Santana in her Cheerios skirt was definitely good. Clearing his throat to bring back his concentration, Finn lowered the note so he could read it under the table as inconspicuously as possible. His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion after his first read. By his tenth read he was no closer to understanding.
Who the hell is Farrah? he scribbled back. He inched closer to the Cheerios table and once he was close enough he put on the Quarterback charm, complimenting all the girls on their... pep or whatever at their last game. As he was schmoozing he casually dropped the reply into Santana's lap. Mission accomplished. Grinning once more at the table of Cheerios, he excused himself for class.
As Finn grinned and charmed her Cheerios, Santana felt something she was surprised to feel. Jealousy. A few of the Cheerios saw Finn drop the note in her lap and as soon as he was gone they gathered close around her asking a million questions at once and begging to know what the note said. She opened it and then laughed out loud at the single question on the page. Giving the Cheerios only a smirk in answer to their questions, she tucked the note into the waistband of her Cheerios skirt and moved to class.
When school was over, Santana was leaning against Finn's locker. Her shoulders rested against the metal locker, her feet out in front of her with her ankles crossed. Her Cheerios bag was wedged between the locker and her heels, her arms crossed loosely over her stomach as she waited for Finn and watched the people in the hallway, nodding at the ones she knew.
Finn nearly just left after his last class and walked straight out to his car but then he remembered he needed his math book for homework. It was Senior year and he wanted to get into college so he really had been making more of an effort lately. Making his way back to his locker, he walked down the hallway, high-fiving fellow football players and nodding to the Cheerios. It had taken a little bit to really get his popularity back, but Finn was still the man. He finally arrived at his locker, not aware of Santana's presence right away due to him yelling at a lineman about a new play he wanted to try at their next practice, but finally he turned his attention to his locker only to see her in the way.
Cocking his head curiously he walked up to her hesitantly. She was doing a number on his brain and he didn't know if he could take much more. And still, who the hell was Farrah? "Uh, hey?"
"Farrah Fawcett was one of the original Charlie's Angels." Santana paused. "You know who Charlie's Angels are, right?"
Finn was still looking confused. "Yeah, I thought that was like Cameron Diaz and stuff though. But uh okay." Finn was usually slow at connecting the dots but he was double slow now, distracted by the presence that was Santana Lopez.
Santana laughed and pushed off of his locker. "That was the remake. The original was in the '60's, Finn." She moved to the side so he could get to his locker. She pulled a folded piece of paper out of the waistband of her skirt and held it up to Finn. The note read: Do you like me? Check yes or no. She'd checked the box next to yes.
"Oh, well that one was pretty good. I guess I'll have to watch the other," Finn said, not moving to open his locker and leaning against it instead. Looking curiously at the folded piece of paper Santana held out to him, he accepted it and immediately unfolded it to read. Again a look of confusion was on his face and he looked up at Santana, saying in a completely serious voice, "Well of course you like yourself." What was the point of that?
Santana looked at him a moment before she realized he was serious. It was like talking to Brittany. She had to use small words and be very blunt or the blond just didn't get it. Even then, she might not understand. "I like you, too," she finally said.
It took Finn a few more seconds but once he understood what Santana was trying to say he started blushing, feeling like an idiot for not getting it before. "Oh... But. Well then why did you kiss me and run away? I mean..." Finn lowered his voice, feeling slightly embarrassed. "I just asked you out and you bailed. If you liked me why would you do that?" It wasn't that he was embarrassed of liking Santana. But getting ditched like that was sort of humiliating.
Santana leaned her shoulder against the locker next to his. "How many serious relationships have I been in, Finn? Since Puck two years ago sophomore year?" If that could have even been called serious. "None. I date. I don't do serious relationships."
Finn frowned because he was pretty much the opposite, only doing serious relationships. "Well... okay then." He wasn't sure how else to respond because as far as he could tell it didn't seem like Santana was going to change or anything.
"Why can't we just have fun, Finn? Why does there have to be a label on it?" Santana tilted her head at him, crossing her arms loosely.
Finn crossed his arms as well, his mouth scrunching up as he thought. "And if you hook up with me then dump me because you're bored and I'm like not a challenge anymore? What then? I'm not that guy Santana."
Santana could have argued the point, but let's be completely honest - Finn was hot and she'd definitely love to tap that. "And I'm not the girlfriend type who doodles your name in her notebook and makes you cookies baked with love."
He rolled his eyes at that. That was way too Rachel Berry. And while Finn was good friends with her, appreciating her assistance in helping him get over Quinn, their brief attempt at dating hadn't really went that well. "I never asked you for that. What makes you think that's what I want?" He paused for a few minutes, trying to sort out his thoughts. "So... say we have fun. What does that mean?"
"That means we do what we've been doing and not make it complicated," Santana said, looking up at him. She paused, glanced at the emptying hallway, then looked back at him. "What do you want, Finn?"
Finn shrugged, feeling a little flustered. "I don't know. But I know I don't want to be just another hookup for you." Did that make him a total chick for admitting that? Whatever.
Santana stepped forward, moving into his personal space. Her voice lowered, taking on a more sultry tone. "If I wanted in your pants again, I would have already been there."
Finn blushed even deeper at Santana's proximity and words. And her tone of voice... Finn swallowed hard. "I... um. For the record that was my, uh, choice." Actually it hadn't really been at all. There had been all kinds of peer pressure and he was confused about the whole Rachel and Jesse thing and... well he was a teenage guy.
"And this could be your choice, too." By now the halls were pretty empty as Santana rose on her toes and kissed him softly. "But like I said," she said softly. "If I wanted a hook up, it would have happened already."
Here was another one of those non-choices Finn was making as he found himself leaning in again to kiss Santana, subconsciously wrapping an arm around her waist. After a few moments he pulled back, though held his arm in place. "Uh... So you like me?"
No. So much more than that, Santana thought, her eyes still closed from the kiss. Slowly, she opened them and looked at Finn. "That's what I said."
A little disoriented from the kissing, Finn had to concentrate real hard at what he said next. "So, if I wanted to take you to dinner, can that still be fun?" Did that even make sense?
Santana had every intention of pulling away and putting some space between them, but she felt so good against his chest with his arm around her that she didn't. He was so tall and strong and she felt so small and safe against him and - whoa. She really needed that space now. Finn was really scrambling her brain if she was thinking like that. Santana Lopez relied on no man to make her safe. She made her own safety and kicked the asses of anyone who threatened it.
Reaching behind her, she pulled his arm from around her waist then stepped back. "If you wanted to take me on a date, then I'd say yes," she told him, praying her voice sounded as cocky and self-confident as normal.
A little bummed that Santana moved away, Finn just nodded. Maybe he was just hearing what he wanted to hear but there was something different about Santana's voice. There was like a softer edge to it now. If her voice were a knife he'd only get a cut now instead of his arm chopped off. "Uh well okay then. Do you want to go out Saturday night?" There was a football game on Friday and he definitely wanted this to be more than just burgers and milkshakes to make them feel better after another loss.
Santana looked up at him and smiled. "I would love to go out with you on Saturday, Finn," she said, giving a firm nod. "Pick me up at seven, you know where I live. And be on time. Oh, and don't take me to Breadsticks, it's so boring."
Finn nodded back, feeling like it was the thing to do in this situation apparently. "Sweet. I mean, cool. Um, yeah seven. I'll be there." At least he had the whole week to figure out what they were going to do on their date. Breadsticks was such a default thing in Lima. He'd have to get a little more creative.
Santana scooped her Cheerios bag off the floor. "Cool. See you at practice tomorrow." With a self-satisfied smile and a bounce of her ponytail, she turned on her heel and headed toward the student parking lot and her car.
Finn had never noticed how bouncy her ponytail was before and watched until she rounded the corner and out of site. Able to focus once more without the visual distraction of the (super hot) Cheerio, he did his locker combo (it may have taken a few tries), grabbed his math book, then made his way to the parking lot to drive home, all the while thinking of what in the hell he could do on a date with Santana Lopez. It was going to be a long week.
Author: ipickquinn & absentego
Pairings/Characters: Finn/Santana
Rating: PG
Word count: 2,221
Spoilers: none
Summary: Finn is seriously confused about the Santana situation and vows to get to the bottom of it. Except he's sort of the worst investigator. Ever.
Sequel to: Midnight Breakfast | Do You Know Karate? Because Your Body Is Kicking | Creeped Out And Flattered
A/N: This fic was written by ipickquinn (as Finn) and absentego (as Santana)!
Do You Like Me? Check Yes Or No.
The last few days had been really weird and Finn quite honestly wasn't sure what was going on. Santana had done another kiss and run and just left him hanging after he asked her to be his girlfriend. Even if he wasn't sure where that had come from it still wasn't a good feeling to be just flat out rejected like that. Having the weekend to think over things, Finn entered school on Monday with a mission to get the bottom of this situation going on with her. They didn't have any classes together since Santana was in some advance classes, but he knew their paths would cross between third and fourth period so he was prepared.
Staked out on the side of the hallway he waited until he spotted her and fell in step. "Psst. Santana... Here... just uh, take this," he said, holding out a folded up piece of paper. Inside was written:
What's going on? Why did you just kiss me and ditch again? Write back and give it to me at lunch!!
Santana blinked and looked up at Finn when he got her attention like he was Secret Agent Man or something. "O...kay," she said, taking the note. Had he seriously just passed her a note. She stopped in the middle of the hallway, the crowd of students automatically parting to walk around her without so much as jostling her. She looked at the the note, then back where Finn had disappeared.
It was fourth period before Santana opened up the note and she almost laughed out loud. Do you like me? Check yes or no... she thought with a smirk. What was this, third grade? She took a long while to think of what to write back. Once done, she was pleased with it and folded it up just as the bell rang for lunch. Moving into the lunch room, she passed by Finn and dropped the note next to his tray, then moved on to sit with the Cheerios. The note read:
007 - I kissed you because I like kissing you. Does the rest really need to be answered? - Farrah
Finn watched Santana walk away after she casually dropped the note by his lunch tray. Finn hadn't understood what Puck meant when he described Santana in a Cheerios skirt as 'crunchy toast' but he assumed it was good and Santana in her Cheerios skirt was definitely good. Clearing his throat to bring back his concentration, Finn lowered the note so he could read it under the table as inconspicuously as possible. His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion after his first read. By his tenth read he was no closer to understanding.
Who the hell is Farrah? he scribbled back. He inched closer to the Cheerios table and once he was close enough he put on the Quarterback charm, complimenting all the girls on their... pep or whatever at their last game. As he was schmoozing he casually dropped the reply into Santana's lap. Mission accomplished. Grinning once more at the table of Cheerios, he excused himself for class.
As Finn grinned and charmed her Cheerios, Santana felt something she was surprised to feel. Jealousy. A few of the Cheerios saw Finn drop the note in her lap and as soon as he was gone they gathered close around her asking a million questions at once and begging to know what the note said. She opened it and then laughed out loud at the single question on the page. Giving the Cheerios only a smirk in answer to their questions, she tucked the note into the waistband of her Cheerios skirt and moved to class.
When school was over, Santana was leaning against Finn's locker. Her shoulders rested against the metal locker, her feet out in front of her with her ankles crossed. Her Cheerios bag was wedged between the locker and her heels, her arms crossed loosely over her stomach as she waited for Finn and watched the people in the hallway, nodding at the ones she knew.
Finn nearly just left after his last class and walked straight out to his car but then he remembered he needed his math book for homework. It was Senior year and he wanted to get into college so he really had been making more of an effort lately. Making his way back to his locker, he walked down the hallway, high-fiving fellow football players and nodding to the Cheerios. It had taken a little bit to really get his popularity back, but Finn was still the man. He finally arrived at his locker, not aware of Santana's presence right away due to him yelling at a lineman about a new play he wanted to try at their next practice, but finally he turned his attention to his locker only to see her in the way.
Cocking his head curiously he walked up to her hesitantly. She was doing a number on his brain and he didn't know if he could take much more. And still, who the hell was Farrah? "Uh, hey?"
"Farrah Fawcett was one of the original Charlie's Angels." Santana paused. "You know who Charlie's Angels are, right?"
Finn was still looking confused. "Yeah, I thought that was like Cameron Diaz and stuff though. But uh okay." Finn was usually slow at connecting the dots but he was double slow now, distracted by the presence that was Santana Lopez.
Santana laughed and pushed off of his locker. "That was the remake. The original was in the '60's, Finn." She moved to the side so he could get to his locker. She pulled a folded piece of paper out of the waistband of her skirt and held it up to Finn. The note read: Do you like me? Check yes or no. She'd checked the box next to yes.
"Oh, well that one was pretty good. I guess I'll have to watch the other," Finn said, not moving to open his locker and leaning against it instead. Looking curiously at the folded piece of paper Santana held out to him, he accepted it and immediately unfolded it to read. Again a look of confusion was on his face and he looked up at Santana, saying in a completely serious voice, "Well of course you like yourself." What was the point of that?
Santana looked at him a moment before she realized he was serious. It was like talking to Brittany. She had to use small words and be very blunt or the blond just didn't get it. Even then, she might not understand. "I like you, too," she finally said.
It took Finn a few more seconds but once he understood what Santana was trying to say he started blushing, feeling like an idiot for not getting it before. "Oh... But. Well then why did you kiss me and run away? I mean..." Finn lowered his voice, feeling slightly embarrassed. "I just asked you out and you bailed. If you liked me why would you do that?" It wasn't that he was embarrassed of liking Santana. But getting ditched like that was sort of humiliating.
Santana leaned her shoulder against the locker next to his. "How many serious relationships have I been in, Finn? Since Puck two years ago sophomore year?" If that could have even been called serious. "None. I date. I don't do serious relationships."
Finn frowned because he was pretty much the opposite, only doing serious relationships. "Well... okay then." He wasn't sure how else to respond because as far as he could tell it didn't seem like Santana was going to change or anything.
"Why can't we just have fun, Finn? Why does there have to be a label on it?" Santana tilted her head at him, crossing her arms loosely.
Finn crossed his arms as well, his mouth scrunching up as he thought. "And if you hook up with me then dump me because you're bored and I'm like not a challenge anymore? What then? I'm not that guy Santana."
Santana could have argued the point, but let's be completely honest - Finn was hot and she'd definitely love to tap that. "And I'm not the girlfriend type who doodles your name in her notebook and makes you cookies baked with love."
He rolled his eyes at that. That was way too Rachel Berry. And while Finn was good friends with her, appreciating her assistance in helping him get over Quinn, their brief attempt at dating hadn't really went that well. "I never asked you for that. What makes you think that's what I want?" He paused for a few minutes, trying to sort out his thoughts. "So... say we have fun. What does that mean?"
"That means we do what we've been doing and not make it complicated," Santana said, looking up at him. She paused, glanced at the emptying hallway, then looked back at him. "What do you want, Finn?"
Finn shrugged, feeling a little flustered. "I don't know. But I know I don't want to be just another hookup for you." Did that make him a total chick for admitting that? Whatever.
Santana stepped forward, moving into his personal space. Her voice lowered, taking on a more sultry tone. "If I wanted in your pants again, I would have already been there."
Finn blushed even deeper at Santana's proximity and words. And her tone of voice... Finn swallowed hard. "I... um. For the record that was my, uh, choice." Actually it hadn't really been at all. There had been all kinds of peer pressure and he was confused about the whole Rachel and Jesse thing and... well he was a teenage guy.
"And this could be your choice, too." By now the halls were pretty empty as Santana rose on her toes and kissed him softly. "But like I said," she said softly. "If I wanted a hook up, it would have happened already."
Here was another one of those non-choices Finn was making as he found himself leaning in again to kiss Santana, subconsciously wrapping an arm around her waist. After a few moments he pulled back, though held his arm in place. "Uh... So you like me?"
No. So much more than that, Santana thought, her eyes still closed from the kiss. Slowly, she opened them and looked at Finn. "That's what I said."
A little disoriented from the kissing, Finn had to concentrate real hard at what he said next. "So, if I wanted to take you to dinner, can that still be fun?" Did that even make sense?
Santana had every intention of pulling away and putting some space between them, but she felt so good against his chest with his arm around her that she didn't. He was so tall and strong and she felt so small and safe against him and - whoa. She really needed that space now. Finn was really scrambling her brain if she was thinking like that. Santana Lopez relied on no man to make her safe. She made her own safety and kicked the asses of anyone who threatened it.
Reaching behind her, she pulled his arm from around her waist then stepped back. "If you wanted to take me on a date, then I'd say yes," she told him, praying her voice sounded as cocky and self-confident as normal.
A little bummed that Santana moved away, Finn just nodded. Maybe he was just hearing what he wanted to hear but there was something different about Santana's voice. There was like a softer edge to it now. If her voice were a knife he'd only get a cut now instead of his arm chopped off. "Uh well okay then. Do you want to go out Saturday night?" There was a football game on Friday and he definitely wanted this to be more than just burgers and milkshakes to make them feel better after another loss.
Santana looked up at him and smiled. "I would love to go out with you on Saturday, Finn," she said, giving a firm nod. "Pick me up at seven, you know where I live. And be on time. Oh, and don't take me to Breadsticks, it's so boring."
Finn nodded back, feeling like it was the thing to do in this situation apparently. "Sweet. I mean, cool. Um, yeah seven. I'll be there." At least he had the whole week to figure out what they were going to do on their date. Breadsticks was such a default thing in Lima. He'd have to get a little more creative.
Santana scooped her Cheerios bag off the floor. "Cool. See you at practice tomorrow." With a self-satisfied smile and a bounce of her ponytail, she turned on her heel and headed toward the student parking lot and her car.
Finn had never noticed how bouncy her ponytail was before and watched until she rounded the corner and out of site. Able to focus once more without the visual distraction of the (super hot) Cheerio, he did his locker combo (it may have taken a few tries), grabbed his math book, then made his way to the parking lot to drive home, all the while thinking of what in the hell he could do on a date with Santana Lopez. It was going to be a long week.