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Title: I Wanna Spend It With You
Chapter: 1/1
Warning: Light R rating.
Character: Finn/Santana
Prompt: This picture. Part of the 'Freshman 'Verse'. For likebrightness.
Disclaimer: Don't own.


She and Finn have been dating a while when her mom reminds her to look at the invitation to her cousin's wedding again. It's nice, too. Classy; black ink on white paper with a royal blue seal. The guy's been with the same girl since he was 20 and he finally popped the question and set a date, so now he's like 26 and getting married.

Even though there's a bit of an age gap between them, Santana's always been close with Andras. When they were kids, they'd stick together, because everyone else was either a lot older than them, or a lot younger. As they grew up, they sat together at family functions because they were both cynical and really didn't care to see any family other than each other at these stupid gatherings. Santana thought she was going to hate his girlfriend, but Gabrielle is actually really awesome and now Santana's close with her, too.

So obviously, she's going to the wedding. And now she has a date to bring and doesn't have to worry about trying to hustle to find someone who won't bore her all night.

Football season's long over, and so Finn's schedule is a lot less intense. He's still got practices and obligations with the team, but it's not like she needs his schedule tucked between the pages of her day planner so she knows when to even ask if he has time to hang out.

And she'd teased Andras about it when she saw him over the holidays, about having a wedding in fucking February, and he'd said that at least they weren't doing it on Valentine's day or something dumb. God, she'd barf, and she told him that. He'd teased her about having 'a man' when he asked if she was seeing anyone and she mentioned there might be a guy. She didn't tell him Finn's name, because like, you Google the guy and a bunch of stuff comes up, because he's a fucking Buckeye and that means something. It'll be a surprise to most of her family, but she doesn't care. She still wants him to come with her.

"You're coming to a wedding with me."

"Um." So maybe he's sleeping, but it's fucking 2:00 in the afternoon on a Saturday and she doesn't think he really needs a nap. Or to know how she got into his room. (The door was open but like, he's a dumbass for sleeping like that, so.)

She grabs one of her bras off the doorknob of his closet - like, no, she doesn't want any of his buddies seeing that, thanks anyway - and stuffs it into his underwear drawer. "My cousin's getting married. I told you."

"Yeah. The one you like, right?"

"Mhmm. Two weeks from today. I'm going shopping for a dress right now, but I wanted to tell you. You're coming."

He grins and looks all sleepy and really hot. "Okay. I mean, I'm supposed to have Saturday morning practice, but I can probably get a pass."

She leans over to kiss him. "Do that," she says against his mouth, and she really does need to go shopping, but then he pulls her onto the bed. "Finn! Don't."

"C'mon. Just cuddle a little."

"Stop," she laughs, shoving at him. She's kind of sprawled on top of him because he's a goofy bastard when he's half asleep. "I really need to go buy a dress."

"I'll come."

"No." She kisses him and straightens out her top once she's standing again. "It'll be a surprise this way."

He scoffs. She glares. He rolls his eyes. "You act like it'll be a shock that you look gorgeous or something."

She just looks at him, and he grins and shrugs his shoulder like he's just stating facts, which he is, but he looks so fucking good doing it.

And really, the stores won't have any dresses this second that they won't have later.

So she straddles Finn's hips, with her boots still on and everything, and says, "Alright. Let's cuddle."

He just laughs and nods, pulls her against him and doesn't say anything about how sex isn't cuddling.

... ... ...

"What should I wear?" He's lying on his side on her bed, propped up on his elbow. He's supposed to be studying, like she's trying to, and he's obviously not. "To the wedding," he adds when she looks at him.

Right. She just kind of thought it was a given and he wouldn't need instructions on how to dress himself, but all weddings are different, she supposes. Also, she knows this one isn't any average wedding. It's at this big Catholic church in Cincinnati, and the guest list is like 300 people long. Her mom's entire side of the family will be there, and some of her dad's side, too, who know Andras through family functions.

"Just wear your nicest suit and tie and you'll be fine."

"You sure? What if it doesn't match your dress." Santana rolls her eyes. He's been trying all week to get her to show him her dress. She honestly doesn't care if he sees it, but now it's the principle of the thing. "C'mon, just a hint?"

"Okay, fine." She swivels in her chair and parts her knees the slightest bit. Yeah, she's still wearing her skirt from today, but that's because it's comfortable and he keeps staring and once she's done her work, she wants him to be the one to take it off her. He looks between her legs like she knew he would. "Whatever you wear won't clash with it, I can guarantee."

He thinks about it for a minute, then grins. "Well, even you're not enough of a bitch to wear white to a wedding." He dodges the pen she throws at him. "So it's gotta be black."

She just raises her brows, then turns back around and tries to find her spot again in her book. She really needs to get this done, and they're usually not terrible at studying together, because he actually does take school as seriously as she does, even though his is essentially paid for by his throwing arm.

But she's barely gotten back into a flow when he interrupts her again.

"Do you think your family'll like me?"

She closes her eyes and takes a breath so she doesn't go super bitch on him. "Yes."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, Finn."

No, she's not turning around. He's just about the most likable guy ever, and her entire family are OSU football fans. Her mom and dad know who Finn is - or, well, that he's Santana's boyfriend on top of being one of the team's quarterbacks - and it wasn't a big deal. Then again, her extended family are a bunch of loud mouths, so there's a good chance he'll be answering questions all night, about his teammates and next season and all that stuff. That doesn't bother her so much. What'll bother her is if they start asking him about her.

"Okay. I just want them to like me, you know?"

She smiles into her book. He's cute, okay? And she nods because she knows he's looking at her, but she doesn't want to encourage him to continue talking as she's trying to work.

Not five minutes later, she hears him sigh, and she fucking knows he's going to say something.

"What?" she snaps, gritting her teeth.

"Do I have to bring something? Like, a present?"

"No, Finn," she laughs, looking at him over her shoulder. He just smiles at her all bashfully. "You don't have to bring a present."

She's just barely turned back around when he says, "What tie should I wear?"

She spins around in her chair and he actually flinches when he looks at her. Yes, she's pissed. "I'm about to shove one in your mouth. I need to finish this, Finn."

He just sighs and mumbles an apology, then, "And then will you tell me what tie?"

He's holding her pen in his mammoth hand and spinning it between his fingers, and she can see the skin of his stomach where his shirt doesn't meet his jeans because of how he's laying.

"Sure, baby," she says, just to placate him. "But if you interrupt me again, I'm going to kill you."

She smiles, saccharine, and he just grins. She rolls her eyes and turns back to her books just as he says, "No you won't. Then you'll have to go to this wedding alone."

"Finn, I swear to god."

"I'm shutting up! I promise."

She presses her lips together so she doesn't laugh.

... ... ...

Her parents are paying for her room at this amazing hotel in Chicago, and they obviously know she's bringing Finn with her. It's not really a surprise to her that he's welcome to stay with her before her parents even meet him. They know she's never really had a serious thing before, and that she and Finn have been doing this thing since like, late September. It's February. That's pretty serious, for her, and she does like that they recognize that.

And she's 20 fucking years old and they aren't naive, so obviously they know she's having sex with him.

They drive up after her last class on Friday, and she would have skipped it, but she's not missing any big, important family things on Friday night anyway. There's the rehearsal dinner, but that's really just for the bridal party and the parents of the bride and groom anyway.

She was a little worried about being in a car with Finn for this length of time. The last person she took this trip with was Rachel, and Santana basically wanted to shoot herself by the end of the trip. She loves the girl, she really does, but car games are not her stye, and Rachel pouts when people don't do what she wants.

But Finn's mellow. And she drives, because she doesn't really like other people fucking with her seat and everything, so he sits in the passenger seat and plays with her fingers as their hands sit on the console between them. They stop for dinner at some diner he swears he's heard of, and then the GPS on her car's taking them the rest of the way towards Chicago.

He says something about getting their bags, but she hands the valet her keys and tells Finn he doesn't need to worry about it. There's a bellboy and he grabs their bags from the trunk to bring to the room for them. Santana checks them in while Finn leans against the front desk. She can tell he's doing it just because there's a sign that says 'Please Do Not Lean On Desk' and yet the 20-something kid behind the counter has totally recognized him and won't say anything. It's kind of a dick move on Finn's part, but she finds it really hot. He really never takes advantage of the fact that people know who he is. It's sexy when he does.

She asked which room her parents are in, because fuck, she doesn't want to bang him tonight and then find out her parents are on the other side of the wall, you know? Apparently they're on a completely different floor, and no, Santana really doesn't have a problem fucking up a perfect stranger's good night's sleep.

The room's awesome, just as she suspected, and Finn seems kind of in awe of the whole thing. He's used to places like the Comfort Inn when he goes to away games or whatever.

"Shouldn't we go say hi to your parents?" he asks after she's tipped the bellboy.

"What?"

"I just thought..."

"Sure, Finn," she laughs. "We could go say hi to my parents." She walks over and slips her arm around his waist, slides the other up his chest so it's resting on the side of his neck, then kind of digs her fingers in like she does when she wants a kiss. "Or we could stay here. Get naked. Fuck a while."

He groans and his hands find her hips, pull her against him. "You have good ideas."

She laughs against his mouth. "I know, baby."

... ... ...

Her mom texts her in the morning and asks she and Finn to meet them in the restaurant for brunch.

And honestly, she totally regrets not telling her dad that getting her mom a BlackBerry was a bad idea. The texts are pretty much constant, and that doesn't mean the phone calls are any less frequent either.

The wedding isn't until this afternoon, so Santana doesn't bother showering yet, and slips on jeans and a sweater and stares at Finn in hopes of getting him to actually move his ass.

"What?"

"Give me a minute. I need to like, prepare myself."

She looks at him for a second, but he offers up no more information. "What?"

"I'm meeting your parents. It's like a game day. Only instead of remembering plays, I need to remember how to give them reasons why I'm good enough for you without just laying them out there." She puts her hands on her hips and tries not to smile. "It's important."

God, they can be a few minutes late if he has to do this shit and be like, adorable. She leans over to kiss his forehead. "Okay."

She gives him two minutes and then shoots him a look and he says, "Okay! I'm getting ready. God. Don't look at me like that."

And she laughs, mostly because he's not actually scared of her, but it's hilarious when he pretends to be.

She's not the kind of girl who needs to pick out her boyfriend's clothes or anything, and honestly, him meeting her parents is not the biggest deal in the world. Her mom and dad are pretty easy-going and they know for a fact that their approval, or whatever you want to call it, really doesn't mean a whole lot to Santana. She's stubborn and independent, and she's going to date who she wants to date, regardless of whether or not they happen to like him.

And anyway, they'll like Finn. Santana doesn't honestly think there's a parent out there who wouldn't. It's not even that he's the All American Football Player. That really doesn't even matter to her. She loves that he plays, but it's mostly because she loves that he takes something as seriously as he takes football. But really, he's committed school, too, which would be enough for her even if he didn't play. He's just a nice guy. He was raised well, she knows, and he's got his head on straight.

And he treats her like gold and anyone who sees them together will know that. That's really all her parents want for her - relationship-wise, anyway - is a nice guy who'll treat her right. Scary as it is, she's starting to think no one could be better for her than him.

He fucks a bit with the collar of his black polo, then turns to her and says, "Alright. I'm ready."

Santana laughs, raises her brow. "You sure?"

"Yeah. Wait!" She rolls her eyes. She's about to get pissy. But he just sets his hands on her hips, then slides one up her back and between her shoulder blades, and pulls her closer so he can kiss her. It's supposed to be quick, probably, but he's being really gentle, like she never admits she loves, and he pillows her bottom lip between his before pulling back. "Okay. Ready."

She punches him in the stomach before they leave the room.

Her mom's already got mimosas ordered in front of each table setting when Finn and Santana get to the dining room of this restaurant. It's kind of fancy, but not so fancy that they're out of place in their jeans. Her mom, of course, is wearing a black skirt and a silky top, and her dad's got on khakis and a navy blue button down, but he hasn't shaved yet, and Santana knows that's pissing her mom off; it's one of the woman's biggest pet peeves.

They've always been Mama and Papa to her, and she calls them by those names when she greets them with hugs and kisses to their cheeks. Then she wraps her hand around Finn's forearm and he's smiling all nicely. She introduces him and he shakes hands with them, and it's all fine. She knows he's starving, but he doesn't grab his menu first thing once they're seated. It's nice that he has manners. Her mom will love it, too.

"It was late when you got in?" her dad asks, reaching for his coffee cup. The waitress comes by to fill hers and Finn's, too.

"Yeah. Like, 11:30, I think?" she says, and Finn nods in confirmation. "I had class."

Her dad smiles tightly. Here's the thing: He's a doctor and she's really fucking smart and always made good grades, and he always just assumed she'd go into medicine. She doesn't think he's really disappointed, but she does think he wishes they had more to talk about. He owns his own practice, so it's not like they can't talk about business, too. The idea of people dying and her best efforts not being able to save them is just too much for her, though, and she couldn't have gone into medicine. For as long as Santana can remember, her mom's been the director of this charity that is basically comprised of a bunch of rich women, and every month they do fundraisers and contribute to other charities. Santana knows how it all works and everything, and she knows that there's a job there for her when she graduates, if she wants it, but she's a couple years away from that. And she doesn't really want to work with her mom. She's not about to say that and be insulting.

Anyway, they get the boring shit out of the way first, like how her classes are going, and what Finn's taking (her parents find it funny that he's also so interested in business) and where he's from. Her mom asks about his family and what his mom does and all that stuff, and then her dad brings up football after they've ordered their food. Finn relaxes a bit and puts his arm around her chair like he normally would if they were out together or with friends. She sips her mimosa and ignores her mom's smiling.

Then the woman - who is and always has been absolutely shameless - leans over and says, "He's cute," and Santana rolls her eyes.

"I know, Mama."

"And very sweet."

"I know," Santana hisses. Finn's thumb brushes over the back of her shoulder, so she knows he's heard, even as he talks to her dad.

"I think you've done very well, baby girl."

"Stop," Santana says through gritted teeth.

And she really doesn't want her mom to use that little pet name in public, okay? She's had it since she was literally a baby girl and it just stuck. She doesn't hate it, but she doesn't want Finn to make fun of her for it either.

She eyes Finn's waffles, even though her apple crepes are fucking amazing, and he cuts off a piece and pushes it towards the edge of his plate nearest to hers, and she smiles at him, as he talks to her mom about his mom. He's not even looking at her and he knew she'd want a bite. She reaches over with her fork and takes the waffle, and sees that her dad's looking while he sips his coffee and she chews. He just winks at her, and she doesn't know why she feels a little silly.

The wedding is in the afternoon and her parents have things to do with relatives before then. Santana really wouldn't mind just spending the day with Finn doing whatever. Obviously she's got a lot to do to get ready, but Finn will sit on their bed in their room and watch TV and talk to her as she does her hair and makeup and whatever. And yes, he's seen her dress already, because he's such a fucking pest that she just showed him to get him to stop asking.

As soon as they're back in their room, Finn presses her against the wall and doesn't even do anything awesome like kiss her or anything. He just buries his face against her neck, slips his hand up under her shirt (his fingers are cold) and she can feel him smiling against her skin.

"They totally liked me."

"I think my mom wanted to..." She stops herself before finishing that and saying that her mom wanted to get her a white dress, hijack this wedding, and marry her off today. "Steal you, or something."

"They're awesome, you know?" He pulls back, smiles at her and pushes her hair off her face. "I really like them, too."

She says, "Good," before she can stop herself, and he kisses her sweetly. But then his hands grip her hips tighter and he pulls her against him again, moves them towards the bed. "Finn," she laughs. He presses her back against the mattress, grinds his hips against hers. "No, stop."

"What?" he asks, pressing his lips along her jaw the way she likes.

"I have to get ready."

He rocks his hips again, twice, and slides his hand up her side. "Seriously?"

"Yes," she laughs, pushing at his shoulder.

"Not even a quickie?" he asks, and she just smiles up at him because he's being totally serious and it's hilarious.

"How quick?"

"Like...Like, when we first got together. That quick."

She laughs hard. Harder than she's supposed to, apparently - she thought he was just kidding! - because he glares at her. But that doesn't stop her from saying, "Well, fuck, we should have enough time for that."

So then he fucks her like he's got something to prove, which she's kind of okay with, and makes her come twice before he lets go himself. She's going to have to hurry her ass to be ready and presentable on time. Finn just looks proud when she tells him that on her way to the shower. Asshole.

... ... ...

She curls the ends of her hair, then pins it half up in a plain black clip and fucks with it until it's the way she wants it. She does her makeup light, because if she doesn't, she'll hear from her aunts all fucking day about how bad makeup is for your skin and how it ages you prematurely, and only girls who don't think they're pretty wear so much makeup. It's fucking stupid and not at all accurate, but like, whatever. She knows she doesn't need a bunch of shit on her face to look great, so whatever.

Finn's showered and fully dressed in less time than it takes for her to even do her hair, and then he's just sitting on the bed in his suit, legs crossed at the ankle as he channel surfs. He doesn't complain once about how long she's taking. She didn't honestly think he would, since he's a pretty patient guy. He's just watching some thing on the History Channel about the Catacombs, and Santana thinks it's fucking hilarious when he actually takes an interest in things other than school and football. Stupid, probably, because he's not dumb and he's allowed to learn about other stuff, too. It's just that he picks the most random shit.

The only time he really bugs her at all, though, as she tries to get ready, is when he says, "Holy crap, come look at this!" when this guy is like, rappelling down into some mass grave filled with human remains.

Santana's in her hotel bathrobe, standing there 90% ready (she needs mascara and her dress and that's it). "That's terrible."

"It's awesome."

"Those are people, Finn. Those bones were like, someone's relatives. And they just tossed them all in there. It's disturbing."

He stares at her, sighs, and then changes the channel. "You ruined it for me."

She smiles and blows him a kiss. "Sorry, baby."

When she comes out to get her dress from the garment bag, Finn's just watching her, not the TV. She asks him what he's looking at, and he says, "What do you think?" with this fucking gorgeous smile on his face, and she is not blushing as she turns around again and takes her dress off the hanger.

So, this is a big Catholic wedding in a big Catholic church with her big Catholic family. She didn't even look at strapless dresses, or ones with short hemlines or bodices that were too tight. Also, it's fucking February and she was not about to freeze her ass off. She went with black, because it's classic and flattering and wouldn't overshadow the bride in any way. The dress is cut above her knee, and there's lace trim at the hem and the admittedly deep v. But there are sleeves, even if they're just lace, too. It's really classy, even with the plunging neckline, and she really fucking loves it.

She steps into the dress and pulls it up over her body, but she can't get the zipper all the way up, so she walks over and Finn zips it without her having to ask him to, and then kisses her shoulder through the dress as he stands there behind her. "You look amazing," he says against her ear.

Fuck.

Fuck.

This relationship is...Well, it's really good, and she's into it, and she doesn't want it to end. How stupid is it, then, that she's absolutely terrified that all that means she's falling in love with him?

... ... ...

The ceremony is long and involved and formal, and she sits there next to her mom with Finn on her other side. His hands are folded on his lap through most of the whole thing, and just their elbows are touching, and she doesn't ever cry at weddings, or anything stupid like that. She doesn't cry at this one either, but she's really, really happy for Andras and Gabrielle. The bride looks beautiful and Andras looks like he's thrilled to be getting married.

At the end of the ceremony, when they're filing out of their pew, Finn's hand sits surely on the small of her back, and then he helps her into her coat like a gentleman before they go back out into the cold.

She sets her hand over his between them as they sit in the back seat of her dad's Mercedes on the way to the reception. He smiles at her as her mom goes on and on about the ceremony and how beautiful it was. Santana bites the inside of her lip hard. She doesn't know what words she's trying to keep herself from saying.

... ... ...

She loses track of him during the cocktail hour, because her mom's sisters want to know everything about him and literally will not shut the fuck up and stop asking her shit. Finn gets dragged away by some football fan after bringing her one of the 'signature cocktails', which is a little too sweet for her liking, but whatever. She sips it slowly and trips not to snap on any of her aunts, who are just pissing her off at this point.

Then one of them says, "Maybe you're next!" in a sing-songy voice, and Santana swears she glares so hard her eyes hurt.

"I'm not getting married any time soon, so you can stop even thinking it."

"Oh, stop. You never know."

"I'm too young for that, and Finn's even younger. We're not getting married," she says harshly, and her aunt holds up a hand in surrender, but she's still grinning like a fucking idiot.

Santana finally spots him across the room and he's in a conversation with some distant relative whose name she literally cannot remember. Finn's faking a smile and scratching behind his ear like he does when he's uncomfortable, and Santana's going to kill an aunt if she doesn't get away from them, so she excuses herself, catches Finn's eye, and gestures subtly to the door that leads out into the hallway.

"Okay, so that guy..."

There are a few people around, but she doesn't care. She grabs him by the lapel and kisses him, feels his hand rest on her hip as they stand there in the hall outside the massive banquet room.

"Have I thanked you for coming to this shit with me yet?" she asks as he sucks in a breath and stares darkly down at her. He lets out a hum and shakes his head a little, hands gripping her hips over her dress. "Thanks."

"Welcome."

"Even though like, the men are falling over themselves to talk to you, and the women are being nosy bitches about our relationship."

Finn grins and leans in to kiss her, says, "Let them talk," against her mouth.

The only reason she stops kissing him at all is because her cousin Martin walks by and pats Finn on the shoulder, says, "Get it, Hudson," and Santana has to pull away and walk after the asshole so she can tell him to stop being a dick. She hears Finn laughing behind her as he follows, eventually slipping his fingers between hers. She pulls him to the table they're seated at with her parents and her grandma. He pulls out her chair for her and she knows that gives him like, a hundred brownie points with her grandma. (If only the woman knew that he just had his tongue in her mouth.)

She swears the people at this table are the only ones who can have any decent conversation without being assholes, so she thinks she might just stay here for the rest of the evening and ignore everyone else. When Finn drops his arm around the back of her chair as he answers her grandma's questions about his studies, Santana gets a little more comfortable, too.

The bride and groom finally show up after all the pictures they had to take after the ceremony, and they're announced as husband and wife and take their place at the head table. She knows Finn's starving, even though he hasn't said it out loud to anyone but her. She also knows the meal is going to be amazing, since Andras emailed her the menu and said the chef was awesome at the menu tasting and he wasn't about to have a wedding with shitty food. Santana laughed, but like, any wedding you ever go to, people pretty much talk about two things: The dress and the food. So he's not wrong to want to make sure people are eating well.

Finn doesn't drink. He's underage, first of all, but he's also very aware of his reputation and the fact that he's not only Santana's boyfriend, he's an OSU football player. It's one of those things he takes really, really seriously, and Santana fucking loves that about him. She's not planning on getting drunk, either, but she has a couple glasses of wine with her steak dinner, and then someone opens champagne after that, for the toasts, so obviously she's going to drink that. Finn has a glass of that, too. That's totally fine.

Her parents, on the other hand, are apparently using this wedding as an excuse to get drunk. Her mom's had more than Santana can even figure out, and her dad's been sipping scotch since he got here.

"Finn," she says after the best man's speech. Finn turns to her and smiles. "You're driving back to the hotel."

He just nods, like he knew that already, and slides his thumb over the back of her shoulder. "You think he'll hand over his keys?"

"Yeah. He wouldn't drink and drive," she tells him. Finn leans over to kiss her for some reason. She doesn't mind. At all. She pushes her chair a little closer to his and totally fucking ignores her cousin Kelsey at the next table who is obviously talking about Santana and Finn. "Hey."

"What?" he laughs, glancing at her again.

She gestures subtly towards her cousin. "She's fucking jealous." It's really cute, how Finn blushes and looks down and away, and says Santana's name. "She is."

"Stop."

She grins and slides her hand across the back of his neck. "I like it," she says quietly. One of the bridesmaids is talking, but Santana stopped giving a shit, and besides, she doesn't know this chick anyway. "I fucking love that you're mine and everyone wants you, you know that?"

"Santana," he chuckles softly, and his hand settles onto her knee. She loops her arm through his and leans her head on his shoulder. He kisses her hair and murmurs, "It's like that with you, too."

She tilts her head so she can look at him. "Yeah?"

He shrugs the shoulder she's not leaning on. "I guess that's what I get for dating the most gorgeous girl."

She smiles, leans up to kiss him, and then settles back in against him again. "Looks like we're a good match."

Finn's hand squeezes her knee and he presses his lips to her temple. He doesn't say anything, but she doesn't need him to.

... ... ...

Andras pulls her out onto the dance floor. He really doesn't give her a choice, and Finn doesn't bail her out, either. Andras like, shimmies over to her, making most of the room laugh at how fucking ridiculous he looks, and grabs her by the hand. He says, "Mind if I steal your girl?" to Finn, who just laughs and says, "Go for it, man."

Santana gives him a dirty look. Well, she tries, but she's smiling, so. She does watch him lick his lips as she goes, which...

Fuck. She knows him. They've only danced to a couple songs, and one was because 'all the couples' in the place were told to get up and share a dance with the bride and groom. The song was this old R&B tune that Santana remembers her parents listening to when she was younger. So yeah, she and Finn danced to that. The other time was just kind of a fluke. She was coming back from the washroom and he intervened and set his hands on her waist. So it wasn't like she had a choice then, either.

Anyway, Andras isn't even drunk or anything, he's just happy, which is kind of amazing to see, actually. She's never been so happy she acted like this, and she kind of hopes she'll get that some day. Stupid, right?

The song switches to a slow one and he holds his hands out for her. They both know the proper positions for like, formal dance, because they have a great aunt who was a competitive ballroom dancer back in the day, and she taught all the kids.

"That guy you have is great," Andras says randomly.

Santana rolls her eyes. "Dude, I'm supposed to be complimenting you on your choice of partner, not the other way around."

He just grins. "Whatever. I already know how you feel about her. Finn held my jacket while I took a piss earlier." Santana laughs. "He's good people."

"Stop talking," she says, shaking her head. But like, Finn is just a nice guy. He probably would have done the same for a perfect stranger if he'd been wearing a tux and needed to go to the bathroom.

"He's crazy about you."

"Obviously." Andras chuckles and spins her, then pulls her back in. Santana knows most of the guests are watching them dance, because they've been almost like siblings since she could walk. Their family loves that they're so close. Santana does too. "It's not like I'd be with him if he wasn't."

"Right, except you're stupid for him, too." Santana says nothing, happens to see Finn in her line of sight. He's leaning his cheek on his fist, his elbow on the table, and just watching her with this fucking perfect look on his face. "'C'mon, Tana. This is a big deal."

She feels like she can't breathe, a little. "I know," she says quietly.

When the song ends, Andras kisses her cheek and the crowd claps, for some reason, and then he - not subtly whatsoever - gestures for Finn to come take over and dance with her. She feels like an idiot, kind of, standing there in her pretty dress, watching Finn stand, straighten out his jacket and tie, and walk over to her. He doesn't say anything as he slides his hand over her waist and takes her hand in his. But then as they're dancing (what the fuck is with all the slow songs?) he pulls her a little closer and says, "You're pretty when you dance."

She kisses the underside of his jaw and tells him to stop being a sentimental prick. He laughs in her ear and says, "Okay, Santana," but it's like he knows she loves what he's saying and he has no intentions of stopping.

... ... ...

They get her parents delivered to their room sometime after 1:30, because her dad was in party mode, apparently, and didn't want to leave until the bride and groom did. After Andras and Gabrielle left, her dad passed Finn his keys without having to be prompted or Finn even offering to drive. It's not like Finn knows the city very well, but Santana just set up the GPS to take them where they needed to go, and sat up front with him, held his hand while he drove.

Now he's standing in front of her in their room, his hands settled carefully on her hips, and he's kissing her really gently, not even making like he wants to put his tongue in her mouth or anything. It's weird, but even when they're just trading little kisses, she can still tell this is all going somewhere, leading to something, and not just because they're alone in a hotel room and they both look fucking hot.

It's mean and probably stupid, but she really hopes he doesn't try to say a bunch of stuff. If she's aware of how different tonight feels for them, he probably figured it out like, yesterday. (Probably literally. They were probably in the car and he could feel something different, even if she was fucking clueless. He's kind of better with all the emotional stuff than she is.) But they really don't need to talk about it, and she doesn't want to, but if he brings it up and she tells him to stop, it'll hurt his feelings, and that's somehow become one of the last things she wants to do.

She pulls on the knot of his tie like she wants to tell him to just keep kissing her like this. It works, only he sweeps his tongue into her mouth, which is really even better. But after just a few seconds of that, he laughs against her mouth, but holds her tight to him when she tries to pull away, because what the fuck?

"Nothing," he answers without having to be asked. She gives him a look. You don't just laugh for no reason when you're kissing someone. "I just really love this dress."

"Fine." Who cares? She's had it on all day and he should be trying to see what's underneath.

"I had this stupid thought, like, I couldn't decide if I even wanted to get it off you."

Santana brushes her hand against the front of his pants and undoes his tie for him. The slow thing is nice and she doesn't want to abandon it completely, but she's thinking they can also do slow while being completely naked. Actually, that's preferable.

"You do," she tells him, watches his throat as he swallows, and then kisses him quickly and drops his tie onto the floor. "Trust me."

Finn's hands don't even hesitate to reach for the zipper, and when the dress falls to the floor, he sucks in a breath like this is the first time he's ever seen her without her clothes on. She fucking loves that. His thumbs brush her hip bones above the lace of her panties while he murmurs, "Fuck, Santana."

She smiles against his mouth, pulls away and lays herself back on the bed. It's fucked, too, but watching him pick her dress up off the floor and drape it over the chair with his suit jacket is one of the sexiest things she's ever seen.

She parts her legs easily for him when he comes back over to the bed, and he's still wearing too many clothes, but she doesn't really mind it, either. They're kissing as she slips his buttons undone and pushes off his dress shirt, and she thinks he's being fucking cruel swiping his tongue across her nipple like that only once, after he's taken off her bra.

He's still wearing his pants the first time he makes her come, his tongue between her thighs, working against her, and when she lets go, her orgasm is so strong she can't even really make any noise, just arches her back and scrapes her fingernails against his scalp while he works her through it. He kisses her, after, and she knows he's got a thing for kissing her really dirty after giving her head, and she thinks at least half of the reason is because he knows how much she loves it when he does it. She shouldn't be thinking about their first time together as much as she is, but god, knowing she's the only person he's ever gone down on is hot as fuck.

They haven't exactly made a habit of fucking without the condom. They just did it that once, and then it was back to being safe every time. They don't talk about it or make a thing of it, and she loves that they don't have to. It's just a given that they're not messing around and playing some game of chance.

But Finn's condoms are in his bag across the room and he's naked between her thighs right now, and she wants him like this, apparently as much as he wants her like this. "Okay?" he asks, and she nods quickly. "I can..."

"Finn, please." It comes out as a gasp because he's pushing into her already, like he knows her so well that he didn't really need the confirmation, just did it to be on the safe side. "Baby, come on. Gimme all of you."

He sinks into her, says her name against her throat, and what happens from then on is one of the most intense things she's ever experienced. The best thing, she thinks, is that she can tell he feels it, too.

After he's fallen asleep, she moves a little closer to him, lays her head against his chest, and thinks that maybe in the morning, if he asks, she won't even blame it on the cold.