Enough
Rating: R-ish for language and mention of sex.
Pairing: Finn/Santana
Word Count: 1,899
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Author's Note: For the 10iloveyou challenge. Prompt table here. This one is Coward.
Everyone’s in Chicago for Artie and Brittany’s wedding and Santana is dreading it. The idea of having Finn so close to her for an entire weekend makes her want to skip her best friend’s wedding. Except she’s the Maid of Honor and she can’t let Britt down.
She hasn’t seen him since she dumped him right after her graduation from Columbia. He showed up with flowers and an expression on his face that freaked her the fuck out. If her parent’s hadn’t been acting weird all day she would’ve just thought he was proud or something but somewhere between the ceremony and their scheduled celebratory dinner, she figured out he was planning to propose. So, she ended it and just shrugged when her parents questioned why she arrived at the restaurant alone.
Luckily, she received a job in L.A. immediately after graduation and ignored his phone calls. She told Puck and Rachel to inform Finn of her move. He stopped calling.
She’d be lying if she said she didn’t think about him. She just chose not to acknowledge his memory and drowned out his voice with liquor. For the first couple of months she couldn’t even enjoy sex with other men. Or women. No one is enough.
After her first year on the west coast, she stopped trying to fill herself with drunken sub-par hookups and shifted her focus to work. At just twenty-five, she already had a corner office and was a favorite among the chairmen of the firm. She didn’t even have to flirt her way to the top.
She isn’t afraid of Finn, really. She just didn’t want to put up with his hurt puppy face. Rachel is always dropping “subtle” hints that Finn is basically still in love with her and she really doesn’t want to feel guilty all weekend. Especially when it was all his fault for trying to marry her. Anyone who knows Santana Lopez knows she is not the marrying kind.
As she grudgingly packs her suitcase, she sorts through her dresses to find suitable options for all the girly events she has coordinated. She’s quickly pushing hangers from one side of the rack to the other when she spots the dress she wore the day of her graduation. It’s a yellow sundress that flares out over her hips with a halter neckline. Finn loved that dress. She decides to pack it for the lingerie shower they’re having in a private room at a French bistro Brittany apparently loves. She throws a couple more dresses in, including the awesome bridesmaid dress she had a large hand in picking out.
On the flight over, Santana’s stomach is in knots and she scoffs at herself. She does not get nervous about men. She’s not that fucking girl and it’s starting to piss her off. By the time the plane lands at O’Hare Airport, she’s got her trademark bitch face on and it ready to push through the weekend. For Brittany’s sake.
…
The first day is perfect. She spends the day catching up with Rachel, as if she doesn’t talk to her once a week, Tina, who she surprisingly missed, and Mercedes, who never fails to make her laugh. They explore the city that Artie and Brittany call home, walking around Grant Park and eating at a restaurant that claims to have the best deep dish pizza in all of Chicago. It would be more believable if all of the pizza parlors didn’t advertise the same thing.
Unfortunately, the next day is the wedding rehearsal and dinner. She avoids Finn’s eyes the entire day and awkwardly hugs him back when he wraps his arms around her in a friendly embrace. It’s so innocent that it hardly feels real.
“You look good,” he says with a small smile. She returns the smile and looks around the room.
“Yeah, so do you,” she returns the sentiment. He nods lightly and chuckles softly. He knows what she’s trying to say even if she doesn’t.
He doesn’t make any attempt to make more than idle chitchat with her but at least he doesn’t look as devastated as she was expecting from Rachel’s descriptions. Then again, the small woman has always been known to embellish her stories.
She sits as far away from him at the rehearsal dinner as she can manage and ends up sitting next to Sam. They reminisce about their short lived romance in high school that was built mostly on fantasy and a mutual desire to hurt Quinn.
Her distance from him doesn’t stop her from overhearing Finn talk about his girlfriend of five months, Katie. She’s a kindergarten teacher and he’s just gushing about how wonderful she is and how he can’t wait for everyone to meet her at the wedding. She shoots a look of betrayal to Rachel who just hangs her head and looks at the table. It’s not like she’s hurt or anything, it just would have been nice to have a little warning.
She starts to flirt with Sam and ends up fucking him in her hotel room. But it’s all wrong. His hair is too long, his lips too full, and his idea of foreplay is lacking. She fakes an orgasm and sighs inwardly when he finally rolls off of her. He’s a lesser version of Finn and she just wants him to grab his stuff and leave. She heads to the bathroom to take a shower and stops at the door, turning around.
“Feel free to let yourself out,” she says before walking in and shutting the door behind her. When she comes out, she sees he got the hint and left.
That night she gets herself off and subconsciously wishes her fingers were someone else’s.
…
Brittany is a gorgeous bride and the look on Artie’s face as she walks down the aisle convinces Santana that her best friend is in good hands. But, she’s kind of known that since high school.
She ignores how gorgeous Finn looks in his black suit and refuses to meet his eyes. It’s crazy that she feels guilty about hooking up with Sam, considering they’ve been broken up for three years, but she kind of does.
Finn introduces everyone to Katie at the reception and she’s everything Santana expected her to be. She’s perky, and blonde, and nice. She’s the antithesis of the Latina and it fucking hurts her more than it should. She counts her lucky stars that Brittany’s parents sprung for an open bar and she makes it worth every dime.
She’s starting her third martini when he walks over to her and places a hand on her shoulder. She spins around to face him and he has a genuine look of concern spread across his features.
“San, I think you’ve had enough,” he says softly.
“You don’t get to tell me what’s enough. Nothing is enough anymore,” she laughs humorlessly and narrows her eyes. “Where’s your girlfriend anyway? She’s wonderful,” she drawls sarcastically. “Everything you ever wanted in a woman, huh?”
“I don’t get what’s going on. You broke up with me. You broke my heart,” he says, narrowing his eyes in that cute way when he’s confused. She shakes her head and remembers she mad.
“Yeah. Because you’re stupid and you were about to propose to me. We could still be together if you hadn’t ruined it,” she shouts. He looks around and then backs her into a dark part of the lawn where the outdoor reception is being held.
“How did you know I was going to propose?” He questions her.
“It was so obvious by the way you and my parents were looking at me. You’re not very subtle,” she says rolling her eyes.
“Let me get this straight. You broke up with me because I wanted to marry you?” He’s got his brows knit together and it’s so fucking adorable, she might jump him.
“Yeah,” she breathes out. She starts laughing. It’s so fucking silly. She’s been miserable without him because she thought she would be miserable with him. It’s irony at its worst.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, raising his eyebrow.
“I’m the idiot,” she says honestly. It might be the alcohol or maybe she’s just tired of pretending that she doesn’t want him. Because she does and she doesn’t see why she can’t have him. Fuck Katie. She leans on her tiptoes and pulls his neck down to press her lips against his. He kisses back for half a second before he pushes her away and looks over his shoulder.
“Santana, I have a girlfriend,” he whispers apologetically.
“So. Who do you love more?” She asks as if it’s the simplest question in the world. His face scrunches up and he sighs heavily.
“Look, it’s not fair to Katie to just break up with her and get back with you when you obviously have commitment issues.”
“Fuck that, Finn. You’ve always known I have commitment issues. It took two years for me to finally let you call me your girlfriend. You’re just making excuses,” she bites out angrily.
“Sorry San,” he says before turning to walk away. She watches him go back to his perfect Barbie and pretends that it doesn’t break her heart.
She arrived in Chicago alone and she departs alone.
…
She has plans to go get drinks with a coworker after a particularly pleasant day at the office but Rachel calls her and demands she go straight home because there’s a package waiting for her that she must see immediately. She apologizes to the guy, trying to explain her neurotic friend and reschedules.
When she pulls into the driveway of her small townhouse, she sees the last person she expected sitting on her doorstep. He grins widely at her as she gets out of the car with a guarded expression on her face.
“What are you doing here?” she asks assessing his luggage, “and with bags?” He looks at his things and his grin becomes sheepish.
“I broke up with Katie for you,” he says, sticking his hands in his pockets.
“What happened to it not being fair or whatever the hell you said,” she asks crossing her arms.
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t fair to me or you. I love you, San and I want to be with you,” he says. A smile creeps its way across her face and she doesn’t even want to fight it.
“Let’s just start over.” He shakes his head reaches into his back pocket.
“No, let’s pick up where we left off,” he drops down to one knee, pulls a velvet box from behind him and watches her face closely for her reaction, “Santana Lopez, you are going to marry me and I am going to do everything in my power to make you happy everyday. I promise you won’t regret it.”
Her breath hitches and her eyes go wide as she stares at the ring propped in between the satin folds. It’s a gorgeous emerald cut diamond with a diamond band; the exact type of ring she’s always wanted. She looks back at the man holding the engagement ring and nods slowly. He smiles and slides the ring onto her finger, loving the way it looks there. He stands and she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him passionately.
This is the best, oversized package Berry’s ever sent her.
Pairing: Finn/Santana
Word Count: 1,899
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Author's Note: For the 10iloveyou challenge. Prompt table here. This one is Coward.
Everyone’s in Chicago for Artie and Brittany’s wedding and Santana is dreading it. The idea of having Finn so close to her for an entire weekend makes her want to skip her best friend’s wedding. Except she’s the Maid of Honor and she can’t let Britt down.
She hasn’t seen him since she dumped him right after her graduation from Columbia. He showed up with flowers and an expression on his face that freaked her the fuck out. If her parent’s hadn’t been acting weird all day she would’ve just thought he was proud or something but somewhere between the ceremony and their scheduled celebratory dinner, she figured out he was planning to propose. So, she ended it and just shrugged when her parents questioned why she arrived at the restaurant alone.
Luckily, she received a job in L.A. immediately after graduation and ignored his phone calls. She told Puck and Rachel to inform Finn of her move. He stopped calling.
She’d be lying if she said she didn’t think about him. She just chose not to acknowledge his memory and drowned out his voice with liquor. For the first couple of months she couldn’t even enjoy sex with other men. Or women. No one is enough.
After her first year on the west coast, she stopped trying to fill herself with drunken sub-par hookups and shifted her focus to work. At just twenty-five, she already had a corner office and was a favorite among the chairmen of the firm. She didn’t even have to flirt her way to the top.
She isn’t afraid of Finn, really. She just didn’t want to put up with his hurt puppy face. Rachel is always dropping “subtle” hints that Finn is basically still in love with her and she really doesn’t want to feel guilty all weekend. Especially when it was all his fault for trying to marry her. Anyone who knows Santana Lopez knows she is not the marrying kind.
As she grudgingly packs her suitcase, she sorts through her dresses to find suitable options for all the girly events she has coordinated. She’s quickly pushing hangers from one side of the rack to the other when she spots the dress she wore the day of her graduation. It’s a yellow sundress that flares out over her hips with a halter neckline. Finn loved that dress. She decides to pack it for the lingerie shower they’re having in a private room at a French bistro Brittany apparently loves. She throws a couple more dresses in, including the awesome bridesmaid dress she had a large hand in picking out.
On the flight over, Santana’s stomach is in knots and she scoffs at herself. She does not get nervous about men. She’s not that fucking girl and it’s starting to piss her off. By the time the plane lands at O’Hare Airport, she’s got her trademark bitch face on and it ready to push through the weekend. For Brittany’s sake.
…
The first day is perfect. She spends the day catching up with Rachel, as if she doesn’t talk to her once a week, Tina, who she surprisingly missed, and Mercedes, who never fails to make her laugh. They explore the city that Artie and Brittany call home, walking around Grant Park and eating at a restaurant that claims to have the best deep dish pizza in all of Chicago. It would be more believable if all of the pizza parlors didn’t advertise the same thing.
Unfortunately, the next day is the wedding rehearsal and dinner. She avoids Finn’s eyes the entire day and awkwardly hugs him back when he wraps his arms around her in a friendly embrace. It’s so innocent that it hardly feels real.
“You look good,” he says with a small smile. She returns the smile and looks around the room.
“Yeah, so do you,” she returns the sentiment. He nods lightly and chuckles softly. He knows what she’s trying to say even if she doesn’t.
He doesn’t make any attempt to make more than idle chitchat with her but at least he doesn’t look as devastated as she was expecting from Rachel’s descriptions. Then again, the small woman has always been known to embellish her stories.
She sits as far away from him at the rehearsal dinner as she can manage and ends up sitting next to Sam. They reminisce about their short lived romance in high school that was built mostly on fantasy and a mutual desire to hurt Quinn.
Her distance from him doesn’t stop her from overhearing Finn talk about his girlfriend of five months, Katie. She’s a kindergarten teacher and he’s just gushing about how wonderful she is and how he can’t wait for everyone to meet her at the wedding. She shoots a look of betrayal to Rachel who just hangs her head and looks at the table. It’s not like she’s hurt or anything, it just would have been nice to have a little warning.
She starts to flirt with Sam and ends up fucking him in her hotel room. But it’s all wrong. His hair is too long, his lips too full, and his idea of foreplay is lacking. She fakes an orgasm and sighs inwardly when he finally rolls off of her. He’s a lesser version of Finn and she just wants him to grab his stuff and leave. She heads to the bathroom to take a shower and stops at the door, turning around.
“Feel free to let yourself out,” she says before walking in and shutting the door behind her. When she comes out, she sees he got the hint and left.
That night she gets herself off and subconsciously wishes her fingers were someone else’s.
…
Brittany is a gorgeous bride and the look on Artie’s face as she walks down the aisle convinces Santana that her best friend is in good hands. But, she’s kind of known that since high school.
She ignores how gorgeous Finn looks in his black suit and refuses to meet his eyes. It’s crazy that she feels guilty about hooking up with Sam, considering they’ve been broken up for three years, but she kind of does.
Finn introduces everyone to Katie at the reception and she’s everything Santana expected her to be. She’s perky, and blonde, and nice. She’s the antithesis of the Latina and it fucking hurts her more than it should. She counts her lucky stars that Brittany’s parents sprung for an open bar and she makes it worth every dime.
She’s starting her third martini when he walks over to her and places a hand on her shoulder. She spins around to face him and he has a genuine look of concern spread across his features.
“San, I think you’ve had enough,” he says softly.
“You don’t get to tell me what’s enough. Nothing is enough anymore,” she laughs humorlessly and narrows her eyes. “Where’s your girlfriend anyway? She’s wonderful,” she drawls sarcastically. “Everything you ever wanted in a woman, huh?”
“I don’t get what’s going on. You broke up with me. You broke my heart,” he says, narrowing his eyes in that cute way when he’s confused. She shakes her head and remembers she mad.
“Yeah. Because you’re stupid and you were about to propose to me. We could still be together if you hadn’t ruined it,” she shouts. He looks around and then backs her into a dark part of the lawn where the outdoor reception is being held.
“How did you know I was going to propose?” He questions her.
“It was so obvious by the way you and my parents were looking at me. You’re not very subtle,” she says rolling her eyes.
“Let me get this straight. You broke up with me because I wanted to marry you?” He’s got his brows knit together and it’s so fucking adorable, she might jump him.
“Yeah,” she breathes out. She starts laughing. It’s so fucking silly. She’s been miserable without him because she thought she would be miserable with him. It’s irony at its worst.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, raising his eyebrow.
“I’m the idiot,” she says honestly. It might be the alcohol or maybe she’s just tired of pretending that she doesn’t want him. Because she does and she doesn’t see why she can’t have him. Fuck Katie. She leans on her tiptoes and pulls his neck down to press her lips against his. He kisses back for half a second before he pushes her away and looks over his shoulder.
“Santana, I have a girlfriend,” he whispers apologetically.
“So. Who do you love more?” She asks as if it’s the simplest question in the world. His face scrunches up and he sighs heavily.
“Look, it’s not fair to Katie to just break up with her and get back with you when you obviously have commitment issues.”
“Fuck that, Finn. You’ve always known I have commitment issues. It took two years for me to finally let you call me your girlfriend. You’re just making excuses,” she bites out angrily.
“Sorry San,” he says before turning to walk away. She watches him go back to his perfect Barbie and pretends that it doesn’t break her heart.
She arrived in Chicago alone and she departs alone.
…
She has plans to go get drinks with a coworker after a particularly pleasant day at the office but Rachel calls her and demands she go straight home because there’s a package waiting for her that she must see immediately. She apologizes to the guy, trying to explain her neurotic friend and reschedules.
When she pulls into the driveway of her small townhouse, she sees the last person she expected sitting on her doorstep. He grins widely at her as she gets out of the car with a guarded expression on her face.
“What are you doing here?” she asks assessing his luggage, “and with bags?” He looks at his things and his grin becomes sheepish.
“I broke up with Katie for you,” he says, sticking his hands in his pockets.
“What happened to it not being fair or whatever the hell you said,” she asks crossing her arms.
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t fair to me or you. I love you, San and I want to be with you,” he says. A smile creeps its way across her face and she doesn’t even want to fight it.
“Let’s just start over.” He shakes his head reaches into his back pocket.
“No, let’s pick up where we left off,” he drops down to one knee, pulls a velvet box from behind him and watches her face closely for her reaction, “Santana Lopez, you are going to marry me and I am going to do everything in my power to make you happy everyday. I promise you won’t regret it.”
Her breath hitches and her eyes go wide as she stares at the ring propped in between the satin folds. It’s a gorgeous emerald cut diamond with a diamond band; the exact type of ring she’s always wanted. She looks back at the man holding the engagement ring and nods slowly. He smiles and slides the ring onto her finger, loving the way it looks there. He stands and she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him passionately.
This is the best, oversized package Berry’s ever sent her.