“Finn?”
He was taken out of his thoughts when he heard his voice. He looked to his left and Santana was standing there.
“Uh, yeah Santana?”
“Can we talk?”
“Listen, I’m really not in the mood for you to call me a cabbage patch doll or anything today, I’m almost late for math.”
“No. It’s… it’s not that, I promise.”
He sighed. “Alright. What’s up?”
“The other day you asked me if I ever got tired of tearing other people down. The answer to that question is yes.” Her voice broke and she looked around the hallway before continuing. “I realized why I do that.”
He stared at her for a few seconds. He had never seen Santana show that much emotion before. He took a step towards her. “Why?”
“I tear people down because I’m scared. I’m scared and I’m angry and I’m tired. Tired of denying these feelings. Feelings that I have for you. I walk through these halls every day terrified that I might see you and let you know how I feel because I’ve never felt anything like this before and I don’t know what to do. That scares me and I don’t like to be afraid. I’m in love with you, Finn.”
“You’re… you’re… What?”
“I never meant to hurt you, Finn. I’ve called you names and I’ve hurt your feelings but I swear I didn’t mean any of that. I love you. I want to be with you. Please say you want be with me, too.”
Finn bit his lip and thought back to all of their interactions, all the moments that lead up to this. He thought back to all the times where he thought that she might feel the same way that he did, how he had always brushed it off as him being crazy. How after they had sex he was so confused of how he felt that he just told her that it was nothing. He wish he knew how she felt back then, it would have made it so much easier.
He smiled, cupping her face in his hand. “I love you too, Santana.”
