finn & santana, finn’s house.

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Santana struggled to keep herself from rolling her eyes at him. Having mono sure made Finn not himself, she wasn’t sure if she was turned on or annoyed. “I came to say sorry and stuff.” She mumbled just loud enough for the two of them to hear. Shifting her weight between her feet, she looked down and then around his room. It was obvious he wasn’t a a very clean person, she shook her head and looked back at him.

Once his mother left, Santana sighed and walked closer to Finn’s bed. “I’m sorry.” She said again louder. “For you know, giving you mono.” She added biting down on her lower lip. Waiting for his reply Santana looked down at him. When he said nothing she rolled her eyes and groaned. “C’mon. You were totally making Quinn cheat on Sam, and you bitched about getting cheated on. It wasn’t fair to Sam.” She ended crossing her arms over her chest.

Even if he was dead tired, Finn had to arch an eyebrow at her words. Sorry? He didn’t even know that that word even existed in Santana Lopez’s vocabulary. It was ridiculous. Sighing to himself, Finn forced himself to sit up, putting his pillow behind his head to help support him a bit. “Wow, that’s very big of you,” he sighed, biting down on his lip as he pulled his covers up over himself. “I didn’t even know that you knew how to say that word,” he snipped. He was allowed to be a little mad at her and to be as mean as he could ever really get right now.

“Oh, so you were doing this because of Sam?” he questioned, even though he knew better. Sure, he could be a little dense from time to time but he wasn’t that stupid. Santana Lopez only did things if she had something in it for her. “So are you into him or something now? Because there is no way that anything you do is selfless.” If anyone knew that, it was Finn. After all, this was the girl who only slept with him because she wanted the reputation boost of saying that she took the quarterback’s v-card. Even after she admitted that she thought he was about as sexy as a cabbage patch doll or something. That had stung more than it needed to. A lot of what Santana said really stung with him… unfortunately. He had never understood why.

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finn & santana, finn’s house.

itssantana-bitchh:

Santana felt sastifed with herself, exposing Quinn and Finn for the cheaters they were. Of course, this was only to get back at Quinn. She wanted to make sure Sam took his head out of his ass and realized Quinn wasn’t as perfect as she claimed to be. Though, she did feel bad for Finn, she knew he would be suffering. And she kind of cared about him, not that she would ever tell him or anything. Biting her lip, Santana sighed. “I could go and say sorry..” She mumble to herself before shaking her head to push the thoughts away. Santana Lopez didn’t say sorry to anyone, but the least she could do was go take care of him or something right?

Leaving her house without telling her parents, Santana drove to Finn’s house. A sick feeling started to set in the bottom of her stomach. Santana was horrible with parents. They normally didn’t like her, no matter how hard she actually tried to be seem likeable. Ringing the doorbell, she placed her hands behind her back as she waited for an asnwer. Once the door opened she came face to face with Finn’s mother. “Hi. I just came over to see how Finn was doing?” She asked, hoping to God his Finn didn’t mention this was her doing.

Finn didn’t understand why Santana was out to ruin his life. Sure, he was aware that maybe she wasn’t particularly happy with him after he had rejected her not to long ago at his mother’s wedding, but seriously, he had been with Rachel at that time and he loved her. He would never hurt her by dumping her to be with Santana. Sure, the Latina was super hot and everything, but she kind of scared him sometimes and she was kind of a super skank. Or at least, that was what Puck said and he figured that Puck would know about all of that kind of stuff. And she did have sex with him when she barely even spoke to him. That was kind of slutty. And okay, so he was there too and the same could be said about him, but he hadn’t had sex since. Mostly that had been Rachel’s fault, cause she was kind of a prude, but that was aside the point. 

His mother knew how he had gotten mono. She knew about the kissing booth and she knew about Santana. Luckily, she didn’t know about the Quinn mess, because she would tell him that he was making a mistake. But Finn was sure that the mistake happened last year, and he was making things right now. He had to be…. that was the only way he saw things. Stirring a little as he heard his mother’s voice, Finn tried to sit up, but his body was just not having any of it. Groaning, Finn covered his eyes with his hand as his mom came upstairs to check on him or something… or he thought that was what it was going to be. Turns out that Santana wanted to see him… Why was his mother even letting Santana within the same house as him? “Mom, no… what are you doing here, Santana?” he whined. He was not in the mood to deal with her braggy self.

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finn & santana, finn’s house.

finn hudson felt like he was going to die. literally just kill over at any second, shut the lights, weird funeral make up, everything. he had only been to one funeral in his life - his father’s, and they were not fun experiences. at least for this one, he’d be dead so he wouldn’t risk falling asleep. his mom would probably cry a lot though, and he didn’t like that thought. this was all santana’s fault. if she hadn’t kissed him and given him mono, he would be fine and he would be up and shooting some guys on a video game screen or something. now, he just felt like he’d been shot. it was definitely not a a good feeling. if santana was a boy, he would have totally punched her, but she wasn’t, she was a girl, so he couldn’t really do anything. well, he could scream at her but that meant that he had enough energy for him to be able to scream. 

he had never felt so lethargic (a word he had learned on dictionary word of the day) in his entire life and his body felt cold and hot at the same time. it was just not a good experience. he knew it would eventually get better, but until then, he had to deal like a body that felt like it was half deceased, and a mother who would not stop yelling at him. he was already in pain and everything sounded like a gunshot and his mother’s voice was really not helping. biting down on his lip, finn groaned as a fire truck passed outside the house. “i hate this,” he grumbled, covering his face with his pillow. maybe he could just smother himself to death….

Room 218 [Finn/Bailey]

mhmbaileys:

Shrugging, Bailey smiled, “And an autograph while we’re at it, it’s going to be worth something someday. I’ll be the luckiest girl in the world, being able to tell people stories about the day I got Finn Hudson’s autograph while working on a paper in his room.” Bailey looked up at him and then at his notes, “Guess we all have our own ways of remembering things.” She licked her lips absentmindedly and sighed, she was still going to suffer through this paper, being smart wasn’t all it was about. She needed to remember what she was studying.

“Yuh-huh,” Finn mumbled, shaking his head. He was good but he wasn’t that good either. He was probably going to be one of those kids who never got picked up and so he had to settle for his plan B career. Not that he minded sports journalism at all, but it would suck in comparison to the possibility of being an NFL player. “I guess so,” he nodded, going back to reading his article. This project was boring, but at lesat having Bailey there made it a little more interesting and worth his time.

Room 218 [Finn/Bailey]

mhmbaileys:

Nodding, Bailey tried to keep her expression serious, “Maybe somewhere down the line, I’ll need an exclusive quote from the hottest player in the league and I’ll know who to call.” She shrugged and smiled as she looked away. Chewing on her lip as she stopped to make a few notes, Bailey focused on the sheet in her hand before turning back to the article, silently reading the article as she went along, forgetting that she had company till she heard his voice. Jerking a little as she looked at him, Bailey blushed and nodded, “It’s the way I register what I’m reading, otherwise it’s just a bunch of words that don’t make sense.” She looked down at her notes, still blushing, “Teachers in school said it was something to do with ADD or something.”

“Well then, I better give you my number,” he joked, nudging her gently. Finn wasn’t really that cocky, except for that two week stint after he’d won his high school their first championship and he had turned into a complete douchebag. That hadn’t been a good time in his life. Sighing as she read some more, Finn smiled to himself as she blushed again. “I have to highlight and make all kinds of notes. I don’t have the greatest memory so I can’t just read something once and remember it,” he shrugged. He probably wouldn’t even have gotten into a good school like Archambault if it wasn’t for his football abilities, so he was a little worried about how he was going to do academically here.

Room 218 [Finn/Bailey]

mhmbaileys:

She could count on one hand how many boyfriends she had, the downside of being one of the guys was never having a boyfriend. Till she got to college, it had never bothered her, because she was fine being one of the guys. Nodding as he spoke, Bailey resorted to chewing on her lip, because something told her that he caught her blushing. And that was not a good thing. He didn’t need to know the kind of effect he already had on her. Damn him! “I would have come anyway, meeting someone who would tell me about football and basketball games was on my list of things to do,” grinning as he laughed, Bailey nodded at his choice of articles and reached for another magazine and flipped through it, absentmindedly licking her lips as she put her pencil down to bookmark the page, “I’ve got this one and…” shifting on the bed a little, she leaned forward and found another story, “This one.” She looked up at him and then slid off the bed carefully so she could start reading the stories. Crossing her legs under her, she mouthed the words as she read them, a habit she picked up as a kid and still couldn’t kick.

“Yeah, you never know who you’ll end up meeting that could be a professional player later, right?” he smiled. It was always good to start schmoozing right now, because you never knew how it would pay off later. That was one of the first rules of the whole game. Reading his articles, Finn pulled out a highlighter and started highlighting the things he found important. He didn’t have the best memory so he needed the visual aids to help him out. Writing some notes in the margin with his pen, this was the first time that he was working on a project so early. It was kind of amazing. Looking up, Finn arched an eyebrow. “Are you mouthing the words?”

Room 218 [Finn/Bailey]

mhmbaileys:

She caught him smiling as he looked at her, which made Bailey smile. She wasn’t the kind of girl that got butterflies because of a boy, because she had always been around them and had been treated like one of them. But there was something about Finn that made her blush. Arching an eyebrow as he announced that he was the quarterback, Bailey smiled, “Guess I actually have a reason to come and watch the games now.” She knew how big of a deal it was for a freshman to be a quarterback and she could see the pride on Finn’s face, “I’ve been there. Once. When I was four or something.” Chuckling, she pushed her hair behind her ears and nodded to the magazines, “You know what articles you want to work with?” She really didn’t want to study, but she knew that if she didn’t focus on something, then she would be staring at Finn like a girl who had never met a good looking guy before.

Bailey blushing wasn’t exactly something new to him. Finn wasn’t the cockiest of guys, but he knew that he seemed to have some kind of effect on girls. All through high school, he’d had girlfriends and he’d had girls chasing after him while he was dating said girlfriends. Though he never had more than one at a time. In Finn’s experience, girls were already tricky enough that he couldn’t even imagine juggling more than one at a time. “Well, seeing as you’re a sports journalism major, you should come, regardless of whether or not I’m playing. That was like the first instruction in 101,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I think I’m going to work with this one and this one. There are some more magazines here if you want to look through them,” he offered, chewing on his lip as he got down to reading.

Room 218 [Finn/Bailey]

mhmbaileys:

Nodding at his question, Bailey watched his expressions, “I’m easy.” Shrugging, she tucked a pencil behind her ear and watched him flip through a Sports Illustrated and reached for one herself, “We can do a mix of stories from basketball and football. My brothers played football, so I know a little more than enough about the sport.” Smiles at him, “Are you on the team here?” Looking at the magazine as she flipped through it, Bailey put her finger in a page to mark it and looked up at him, “Davenport, Iowa. What about you?”

Smiling as she tucked her pencil behind her ear, Finn also had that habit. It was good to know that people actually did that in real life, because he had always seen that on TV and stuff. He thought his dad would have been the kind of guy to do that, but he died when Finn was a kid, so he never got the chance to figure it out. “I am, I’m the starting quarterback,” he nodded. That was a big deal for a freshman, but the old quarterback had graduated and been drafted to the NFL and Finn came to this school on purpose because of his full ride thanks to football. “I’m from Providence, Rhode Island.”