Author notes: The last of my co-written stories based off a rp. Cowriter is finn-hudson-number5. This takes place in season four right after Finn beat Brody at Santana's request. Santana is currently living in hotel after being asked to leave loft. Canon up to this point except some details between Finn and Rachel's break up have been changed.

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Santana: Donkey face got his ASS kicked… haha made a pun…ass…got his ass kicked…hahahahahahaha

Finn: He really did, thanks for calling me. that felt really good.

Santana: was he bleeding?! was he making snotty faces? was he begging for sweet release and mercy?

Santana: omg tell me he was crying!

Finn: His mouth was yeah, I threw him over a table before I left so I don't know what more was injured or what

Finn: Haha I had to leave before he called the cops on me or something

Santana: and what would he say? the girl I thought was my prostitute client got some dude to beat me up?

Santana: hahahahahahaa

Santana: did you tell Berry?

Santana: cuz then you could get back together and suck face like always

Santana: but more importantly she might let me back into my own friggin apartment

Finn: No he'd probably keep lying and say some crap against me

Finn: It felt really good to just kick his ass

Finn: No, did you?

Finn: Oh well uh, I'm sort of just getting food and something to ice my hand with

Finn: Yeah that's so messed up, I'm sorry they did that to you. Where are you staying right now ?

Santana: nope. like she'd even listen to me

Santana: that's for me to know and you not to find out

Finn: Um...okay?

Finn: If you want you can come stay with me in my hotel room.

Finn: I mean you don't have to. Just, if you want.

Santana: Why the hell would I want that?

Finn: I'm just saying, Santana.

Santana: I don't need to stay with you anywhere. I'm fine.

Finn: That's fine...but just in case...let me send you directions and my room number, okay?

Santana: Whatever.

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The truth was that Santana didn't want Finn to know where she was living because she basically wasn't living anywhere. She had camped on a few acquaintance's couches but she knew her luck was running out fast with that. It wouldn't be long before they wanted to kick her out, or before she herself couldn't take it anymore. When Finn invites her to his hotel room, she comes not with the intention of staying, but of seeing if he has more alcohol, or possibly details or pictures of beating on Brody, something she's more than happy to hear about.

Having spent the past couple of hours drinking at a nearby bar while waiting to hear back from him, she is more than a little intoxicated as she makes her way to the room he had indicated. In fact, she misses the room entirely and starts knocking on the door beside it.

"Helloooooo why aren't you answering, deaf man!"

Finn's knuckles were red and raw from the punches he laid on Brody's face and anywhere else in reach. He had flown out in the morning and booked a room at a hotel not too far from the airport before heading more into the city to where Santana had prearranged for Brody to meet his "client-" really her, of course. Today had been a crazy one, but through it all he can't help but be happy that Santana called him. She knew this was something he would want to take care of, and he was glad and somewhat flattered she had let him in on her big scheme to trap Brody and show Rachel the truth of who he really was and the farce that their relationship was. It felt good to put that loser in his place and he is still on a little bit of high from it all.

He knew Santana had been kicked out of Rachel and Kurt's, which, truthfully, didn't seem quite fair to him. Despite their differences, Finn was fond of Santana, and it didn't seem right at all that her roommates would ask her to leave without first making sure she had somewhere to go- especially over this particular situation, when Santana was actually in the right. He suspected that she was if not homeless borderline so, based off her evasive, defensive responses to him, so he hopes she will take him up when he offers her to crash here.

His eyebrow couldn't help but quirk has he heard some loud noises coming from the room next to him, but it didn't take long for him to hear a familiar, if somewhat slurred voice, and to understand that their source originated from Santana. Smiling to himself, relieved, he opened the door, walking up to her and tapping her on the shoulder with a chuckle. Even before he could see her, he could tell from her voice that Santana was intoxicated, and he regarded her now partly with amusement, partly with concern.

"The deaf man is in the next room over, drunk girl."

Santana turns around somewhat clumsily, fists up, ready to fight, and takes a wild swing at Finn. She had been expecting someone to attack her, but when she sees it's Finn, her glare only slips slightly.

"I'm not drunk!" She punctuates this by stumbling in her heels and grabbing the door handle for balance. "You told me the wrong room!"

Finn moved back with wide eyes and put his hands up.

"Whoa, watch it there. I have already been in one fight today," he said nervously, knowing Santana could probably kick his ass if she really wanted to. His nose scrunched as he became aware of the smell the liquor on her, and when she stumbled, he reached out to make sure she didn't fall.

"Did you read your texts? I said this one."

He pointed to the correct door before shaking his head and putting his arm around her. "Let's get you inside and some food. Lucky for you I ordered enough for both of us."

"You didn't..." Santana realized, although she had in fact read the number backwards.

"Whateverrrr!" she giggled, attempting without much force to shrug his arm off, and then twined her arm in his all the same, half tugging him forward. "Ooooh what's Berry gonna say...just you and me and a hotel AGAIN!"

A small blush formed on Finn's cheeks at her comment. Did she have to bring up their first time, awkward disaster that it had been, all these years later?

"I...I um, haven't really thought about it. Or care what she has to say. I'm just worried about you being okay," he rambled as she followed her inside his place and went right over to the pizza box. "You want a slice?"

"Of course I'm okay...it's not like I fucked a prostitute!" Santana snickered, meaning Rachel, as she flung herself onto his bed on her back, sprawling out.

Her eyes travel to the pizza and she reaches out a hand; she hasn't been eating well in the past few days, trying to save money she barely has.

Finn snickered but tried to hide how hard he was laughing at that. It really shouldn't be as funny as it is, but after today he thought he had the right to laugh about it. His eyes couldn't help but travel up her body slightly, taking in all of her as he handed over the slice with a half smile.

"I got wings too if you want some," he offered, taking a sat on the edge of the bed and eating a slice himself.

Santana sits partway up so she can eat, but she's still only halfway raised off from lying on her stomach on the bed. She kicks her feet idly, hair falling forward as she eats, and when she finishes one piece she reaches for another, kicking Finn's leg playfully.

"No drinks? Falling down on the job...pizza must have beer!"

Finn's hand ran through his hair as he faced her while eating his slice slowly. It worried him a little bit that she was so drunk, but at least the pizza would help sober her up some, right?

At the feel of her leg, he laughed and poked her knee before getting a little nervous. A few beers wouldn't hurt, right?

"Oh uh, yeah, there's some in the fridge here. Comes with the room."

Standing, he made his way to grab two and handed one over to her with a smile. "I haven't drank since highschool so don't laugh at me if I'm a lightweight."

But right now everything seems laughable to Santana. She laughs again, ticklish, when he pokes her, and swats at his hand. Rolling over onto her back, she sits up with some difficulty and takes the beer.

"Drinking game!"

Finn almost forgot about how cute Santana's laugh was. It caused his dimples to show before took a swig of his beer. He shook his head after a big gulp and licked over his lips, eyes going wide.

"This could be dangerous but yeah, okay. Which one do you have in mind?"

Santana starts to point to pizza slices still left in the box, taking a long pull on her own bottle and licking her lips. She flips her hair back and grins as she names each slice.

"This is strip poker...never have I ever...truth or dare...and body shots..." she starts to point to them again. "Eeny meeny miney moe, drink some beer, become a ho..." she bursts out laughing again at her own wit.

He didn't know if that was her telling him she wanted more, so he brought the box over for her to grab another slice. His eyes only grew wider at the idea of strip poker, that could get super crazy with Santana. His physique has become a lot more toned and fit in the past year, due to his efforts, and he wonders if she has taken notice.

"I'm good with never have I ever and truth or dare," he told her before laughing along with her. "You're so funny, like for real, I sort of forgot about how funny you were since I haven't seen you in a while or hung out with you on my own."

Giving her a grin, he moves to sit beside her on the bed.

"Shh, it's in the hand of the eeny meeny gods," Santana hushed him, then, scowling at him, kicked at his leg again. "You made me mess up!"

She starts over, redoing it until it lands on the pizza slice named never have I ever.

"Alright...I'm SO gonna win this one..." She takes both another piece and another beer, chasing down bites with gulps as she scoots closer to him, rolling her eyes at his compliment. "I'm totally awesome and everyone else sucks, it's an easy equation..."

Finn pressed his lips shut, trying not to laugh and letting her decide. That kick actually hurt and he showed it by rubbing over where her heel got him good. He knew better than to speak up and just focused on his beer and getting it down. By the time he finished off the first, he realized it wasn't too bad and his hand wasn't hurting that much anymore. There was vodka in the fridge too, but he was afraid to get Santana too drunk. The last thing they need is her passing out.

Cracking open another beer, he licked over his grinning lips and challenged her with his eyes.

"Are you? What game are we playing?" he asked, taking another long pull from his drink before grabbing a slice after her. "Do I get at least some cool points today? I hate to suck in your book."

"I saidddd...never have I ever...and clearly never have you ever listened to a word I said...except beat up Man-Ho," Santana smirks.

She finishes her second piece and second beer and scoots closer, her knee knocking into his, her hair messily half in her face.

"One cool point. Maybe two...'cause the beer and pizza too." She flicks her hand, starting them off, her eyes obviously dilated. "Never have I ever made out with Berry!"

"Sorry, sorry I was too focused on how funny you are," Finn bit back a smirk.

The feel of her knee sent a shiver up and down his spine that he tried to hide from showing, knowing she would have a field day with that. His hand moved in to brush her hair back instinctively before nodding.

"I'll take those two points proudly." His chest stuck out playfully before it deflated at her first never have I ever. "That is just mean."

He took a big swig before getting her back. "Never have I ever made out with Puckerman."

Santana unconsciously leans into Finn's hand when he brushes her hair back, enjoying the touch vaguely and smiling in response without realizing it. She giggles again at his response, but her happy expression quickly plummets when he mentions Noah, and she huffs, rolling her eyes.

"Fine, lame!" She drinks, then pokes his knee again. "Never have I ever broke someone's nose 'cause I can't control my Frankenteen body!"

Bringing up Puck was a low blow, but hey she went there with Rachel. Plus, it's been like years since her and Puck did anything. He always wondered what was wrong with the guy when he had a girl as sexy as Santana and still went gaga for others like they were more fascinating.

"Please, I heard you laughing your butt off when that happened."

He took another pull and let out a long breath after the liquid fell down his throat and man, he's really starting to feel it. "Never have I ever smoked a cigar."

Santana rolled her eyes again but drank.

"Which makes you lameeeee! Never have I ever been engaged!"

She knows it's becoming an even lower blow by bringing this up, but she's hardly sober enough to have a filter right now.

In a delayed reaction to the poke, she squeaks, her voice rising up somewhat shrilly in an overreaction, scowling at him in an injured fashion.

"Hey! Hitting me!"

She pokes back, forgetting her question in favor of retaliation as she pokes him several times in a row."

Finn's eye twitched a little at her playfully.

"You are just going for all the hard shots ,aren't you?" he asked with an exaggerated sigh before taking another drink of his beer, his eyes still darted at her through it.

His body scrunched up as he tried to defend himself with a laugh, all her pokes tickling him and causing a loud laugh.

"Okay, okay I'll stop...alright, uh okay never have I ever...made a sex tape."

She was going to kill him for this, but hey it's only fair with what she's pulled against him

Santana had been going for another drink, but she chokes at this dare, pulling her lips away from its top. She tries to glare at Finn, but her brow is scrunched, her lips trembling, and her chest hitches with obvious emotion as she shakes her head at him. Brittany is still a sore subject, much more so now that she has chosen Sam, and she doesn't want to think about her, let alone talk about her.

"Fuck you! Oh right...no one would... Rachel doesn't want to...because you suck, that's why..."

She can't even think of a decently cutting remark. Lips thinning, she turns partly away, taking another long swallow of her drink.

Watching her response, Finn felt terrible. It was obvious it hurt her, and as he sees her struggle to control her emotions, his throat becomes tight and dry. Her insults just caused him to sigh and his eyes to turn down. He should have let that one roll off his back, and he regrets jabbing back now. After taking a drink himself, the boy leaned in to her slightly, and his tone was low from the alcohol as much as his effort.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

Santana doesn't reply for a while, nor does she turn her eyes towards him. The silliness the alcohol had caused in her has now entirely died, and the melancholy that she normally experiences is definitely coming over her. Sniffling, she tries to blink back tears, but they are obvious in her tone when she talks again.

"She doesn't want me...she's never going to want me again...she wants HIM, she wants that stupid guppy faced Macualey Culkin wannabe...she said she loved me more than ANYONE and she picked HIM...no one wants me, do you get that, no one has ever wanted me! Kick me down the Cheerio totem pole...no prom queen...no good jobs, nothing, no one, back to their stupid straight guys and don't even let me in their apartment..." and then she's outright sobbing, head bowed forward. "No one wants me..."

The silence made Finn nervous that he really struck a nerve. It was obvious to see how upset she was and it completely tore him up inside. He killed this whole night and ruined the fun they were having, but more importantly he hurt her. Santana was always a weepy drunk, but she had a reason to be with what he said. His hand moved around her as she began to snuffle and his hand gently brushed against her back, listening to all she was saying.

"She's an idiot. Everyone is, but you're going to get all you deserve soon. I promise you. You are Santana Lopez, you are destined for amazing things. Brittany is too...out there to realize how damn good she had it with you, your job and chance will come because with a voice like yours, your day will come soon and you'll be selling millions of records. I know it, I always have. You're going to get everything and then some, I know it and I always have, " the boy whispered, holding her closer and letting out a long breath. "I do."

Santana continued so weep, pressing her face into Finn's chest. Her arms wrapped around him in a rather needy fashion, and she squeezed him, soaking up his comfort. She isn't sure she totally believes him, but she wants him to keep talking, to keep holding her. It doesn't cross her mind right now how ironic it is that Finn of all people would be the one here for her now, but she also doesn't care.

Finn's arms stayed wrapped around her, holding her tight and close. He could feel her tears soaking through his shirt and began to rub his one hand up and down her back, kissing the top of her head and hoping he was helping somewhat. The way her arms were wrapped around him let him know he was and he finally found his voice again.

"After everything today, the only person I needed was you," Finn told her honestly as his thumb brushed against her lower back and his lips rubbed together. "I went looking right for you after I left that hotel room, but you already had left."

It takes Santana a while to really hear what he is saying, but then she starts to listen. Sniffling, she lifts her face, frowning up at him.

"What do you mean? Why did you need me?"

His shoulders shrugged gently as he looked into her eyes and brought his thumb over to wipe a few tears from her cheeks.

"Everyone needs someone sometimes. After that, I just I don't know, just found myself wanting to find you and tell you what happened. I wanted to show you my hand and make sure you were okay."

Normally Santana would growl and detach from Finn showing her such attention, but now she lets him touch her, continue to comfort her. She continues to frown up at him, confused.

"Why wouldn't I be okay... you're the bruisy one..."

Her question caused his tongue to move against his dry, slightly nervous lips slowly. With a long breath, he found his words.

"Yeah, but you've been through a lot. You had to be kicked out of your place because Rachel was being selfish. You're out in this big city and I know it's not easy for you."

Again, Santana would normally deny this; she would normally scoff and throw this back onto Finn and try to make his defenses go up as well. But she's drunk and tired and he's being so nice that this just brings tears to her eyes again, and she nods faintly, laying her head back against his chest.

"I don't know what the fuck I'm doing..."

With a breath of relief, he was happy Santana wasn't punching him or trying to pull away. His hands moved back around her, holding her in place. His nostrils filled with the scent of her hair as he closed his eyes for a few seconds.

"Where's your stuff? I can stay for a few more nights and you can stay here or whatever you need or want to do, I will. It's not easy, all I do is live with my parents and work at the shop. I don't know somedays if I'll ever make it out of Lima."

"I cant go back," Santana mumbled, eyes closed. Her arms loosen around him a little, but she doesn't pull back. "Ever. Never going back."

It's not just because Brittany is there, though that's a big part of it. Everything she had wanted to leave was there…and yet how great was New York turning out? She had gone with such hopes and already everything was falling apart.

"No, I get it. I would never tell you to. I was just offering to stay here with you…or keep the room rented out for you if you don't want me around. I know how hard it is out here and you should have a safe place to go to."

His voice was low, barely above a whisper as his hand brushed gently up and down her spine.

Santana thinks over the offer, relaxing against him as his hand continues to rub her back. She feels very warm, strangely protected in a way she normally would only have accepted from Brittany, and she lets herself sink closer against him. She doesn't respond to him verbally. Instead, with Brittany on her thoughts, reacting purely with instinct, she lifts her face, just enough to bury it in his neck. Eyes still closed, she kisses the skin of his throat.

The feel of Santana's lips caused goosebumps to start to rise on his skin. He wasn't sure how to react and he felt his Adam's apple fall down and back up slowly. His hand on here back gripped a little at her shirt, not sure what to do or how to respond to that. It felt really good, amazing, but what if she was only doing it because she was drunk? With a few beers in his system, his blood was rushing warm and his breathing was all over the place, trying to figure out what to do next.

Of course Santana's drunk, and emotional, and enjoying being held and comforted in a period of time where it had seemed to her like no one in the world cared about her at all. This would be the reason she even considered this. She's hardly about to share this with Finn, however, and has not even come to the conclusion herself. She continues to kiss his neck, her lips sucking lightly at his pulse point before she nips the skin at the base of his throat. Finn's neck was his weakest spot and Santana's lips were so soft, it was hard to even keep still right now. She had him completely hooked when she kissed over his pulse point, his heart racing for her which he was sure she could feel. His hands were gripping at her sides as his hips were slightly adjusting. A long whimper fell from his nose as his fingers slipped up her shirt slightly to hold onto her hips, his eyes fluttering closed as he moaned out her name.

Santana barely reacts to any of this. She just continues to kiss and suck her way down Finn's neck, somewhat sloppy now, her hands digging into the muscles of his back and then groping up his face. She pulls away just enough to start kissing up his jawline before pressing her lips into his.

His thick fingers held onto her skin, making sure not to squeeze too hard but enough to show her exactly what she is doing to him. There was a bit of scruff that stood up as her lips pressed against his jaw and he could feel a small twitch in his cock. As soon as her lips were against his, he returned her kiss gently at first before slowly turning it a bit more passionate and hot. His heart beat was practically echoing off the walls in here as his one hand moved to slip into her hair, holding her as close as possible as he met her tongue with his.

Santana kissed him back, her tongue battling his as though for dominance. Her breathing is heavy now, her chest heaving as she flattens herself against him, her body pressing hard into his as she nearly straddles him. She wraps her legs around his waist, nails slowly scraping down his back.

Finn knew Santana liked to be in charge, so he gave her it with her tongue against his. Deep breaths fell from his nose as he adjusted his hands on her hips again. The feel of her nails drew another noise from the back of his throat, falling into her mouth as he sucked a little on her bottom lip. As much as he wanted to give her control, he wanted to show her that she didn't have to do all the work. His hands moved to slide her shirt over her head and his lips moved in to return the neck kisses, sucking against her pulse point and using his tongue to sooth over the skin

Santana moaned low in her throat as she felt Finn sucking her skin, arching her head back to allow more access. She fumbles to help him lift her shirt, shrugging out of it, and tries to undo his zipper without breaking the seal of his mouth on hers. Finn picked up his hips as his lips traveled back up to hers. His cock was already growing hard as his lips crashed into hers and his hands started to run against her stomach and sides. Her body was so tight and her abs were killer, he couldn't help but run his finger tips over them as his body moved to continue to help her undress him.

Santana's fingers are slightly uncoordinated due to her arousal and her intoxication and she needs the help. She does manage to undress Finn and continues to breath rapidly as his hands run over her skin, giving brief shivers in response. Easing down her underwear and then struggling with her bra, she is now naked before him. She wastes little time in shoving at his chest, wanting him to lie down so she can straddle him. Finn helped Santana as best as he could. His hips moved to get off his jeans, his arms rose to peel off his shirt. He could feel his head spinning with thoughts, but pushed them all aside as his face moved in to her chest and he gently sucked against the skin of her breast. As she was struggling with her bra, his hands moved back around her to help her get it off. His eyes couldn't help but turn a bit darker as he took all of her in, falling back at her push and immediately starting to rub his hands against her thighs.

"So damn beautiful," he husked out as he looked at her with a small smile

Santana too is smiling loosely, her nails still digging into Finn's back. She slowly covers his body with hers, making full skin contact against him and rubbing herself against his leg as her mouth continues to attack his throat and collarbone. Groaning, she starts to make her way down his body with her mouth, stopping to nip and suck lightly at certain spots.

Santana's skin was super soft and warm. It had his breaking out in goosebumps all over again and craving more of her however he could. His hands ran over her ass, a bit nervously and hoping she'd be okay with it. As she started to move down his body, his hands moved up and her body and sank into her hair. A low groan escaped his lips as he felt hers against his chest and stomach, his eyes glued to hers and fighting off the first instinct to close them in pleasure.

As Santana's lips trail over Finn's lower abdomen, she abruptly loses interest in dragging this out any further. She groans in pleasure at his hands in her hair, briefly closing her eyes, but then starts to position herself in a manner over him where he can enter her, spreading her legs further apart and reaching in between his. Taking his penis into her hand, she starts to rub with her fingers, her mouth slightly slack, before she drops it abruptly, not used to the sensation of a penis anymore. For a moment she freezes, awkward, and then she repositions herself again, waiting for him to move

The breath completely left Finn's lungs as Santana was starting to line him up with her center. It brought back memories of their first time together. But this time around, he was not going to make her feel like she has to take all control. After removing his hand from her hair, he set both on her hips to help her take him all in. His jaw almost hit the ground as her slick, wet walls took him in and he couldn't help but see stars for a few seconds there. It took a few deep breaths for him to come it again and he immediately found her eyes.

"Do you wanna stay on top?" he asked breathlessly, wanting to know if she wanted to stay in control as his hips started to press up slightly, sending his cock deeper inside of her and easing them both into a steady motion.

It's like riding a bike- or a biker, in the case of this being a human being. Though Santana is pretty sure Finn's never rode any bike by a bicycle….and the fact that she's thinking of this must mean she's very drunk indeed. When Finn enters her she tilts her head all the way back, closing her eyes as a cry escapes her throat. She is breathing harder, her hands reaching out, grasping to take hold of his shoulders and digging her nails in hard as he pumps forward. She can feel herself tightening around him does not respond to his question; she would not mind him taking control, if he can.

Santana Lopez is someone that likes to have control, but right now, he thinks she wants to be shown she is wanted. That she is needed. It was obvious she hasn't been used to this kind of sex and honestly, it's been a while since he has been with anyone himself. After making sure she was okay, he set his arm around the small of her back and used his strength in his legs to move them and stay inside of her. His lips crashed immediately into hers as he started to thrust inside of her slowly, making sure not to be too much or too hard. He ran his hands against her body, admiring every inch of her as he slipped in even further and let out a moan of her name.

Finn's assessment of her was very accurate. Santana could remember exactly the last time she had had sex with someone; it had been two nights after it was clear that Brittany had chosen Sam, and she had burst into tears immediately after, hating herself for even trying to be with someone else. The last man she had had sex with had been Puck, way back when they were still only seventeen. The time with Finn had been so fast and so unsatisfying she could barely remember it at all…definitely different from now. Now Finn has obviously gotten experience somewhere, and confidence. the fact that it must have been from Rachel would normally have deterred her, but now she's focusing just on how she feels, on how he's trying, just like she dimly remembers he had before, to make sure she's okay and comfortable, that she feels good. She continues to kiss him, running her tongue against his as she rocks her pelvis into him.

Santana was making him feel amazing all over and the way she was responding to his motions and touches. It gave him even that much more confidence in himself and caused his cock to twitch deep inside of her. His body was a lot more toned and in shape then the first time they were together and he was proving just that with the way his muscles flexed against her. His tongue meshed with her own, kissing her with passionate and so much want to express the words he was too scared to say. He always ends up putting his foot in his mouth somehow with her, so he was going to stay quite besides a few moans of her name and a mixture of groans. His one hand settled on her chest, giving her breast a light squeeze and bringing what he hopes is pleasure when his thumbs brushed against her nipple and his hips began to buck.

She actually likes that he's not saying much, not saying stupid phrases or giving her instructions like most guys. She can almost pretend he's not there at all, that it really isn't him. Santana's breathing grows faster and faster, and she ends up actually forgetting where she is and how she came to be here, thinking only of the present moment and how every nerve in her body seems alit. When she comes, she still doesn't think for a time that this is the first time she didn't fake it with a man; she is only riding out the pleasure sparking through her skin, causing her inner thigh's muscles to twitch even as it subsides.

Finn didn't have to be told anything this time. His body met hers in every way possible and soon his finger was pressing to her clit, wanting to make her feel him all over. He moved his thick finger in tight circles, matching the speed and motion of his cock inside of her. With a few more thrusts, he was almost positive he was reaching the deepest nerve inside of her and feeling her gspot. Her muscles were fluttering around him, growing tighter which caused a thick layer of sweat to form on his body and melt more into her. As she started to come around her, his head spun and he spilled deep within her, her name rolling off his tongue as he kissed her harder. He made sure to ride her through both their orgasms and kept his legs moving until they gave out and he gently fell on top of her, shifting his weight to the side and his face into her neck.

Santana is panting beneath him, sweat beading at her forehead and throat, lightly coating her skin. She is flushed all over, eyes closed, a smile over her features, and her muscles still occasionally twitch as she comes down from her temporary high. Locking her arms around his neck, she keeps Finn close to her, not speaking.

His breathing was all over the place as he tried to calm his chest down and stop it from the huge rising and falling motion it was stuck in. He could feel every fiber of his body pinging with happiness, never experiencing something as hot and heavy as that. It had a smile forming from his lips against her skin as she held her tighter, happy to see this time she was holding her closer instead of trying to push him away.

It takes about two minutes for Santana's eyes to start to shut under him. Lulled to sleep by her intoxication combined with her relaxed state now, she starts to drift off, making no effort to adjust her hold of him.

Finn's eyes watch how she begins to fall asleep. A million thoughts were running through his mind, but it seemed like she was ready to just stay like this for the rest of the night. After he was sure she was asleep, he adjusted lightly, rolling them again and holding her on top of him. She was the one who deserved to be held throughout the night, to be comfortable and taken care and he was going to make sure of that.