Santana liked that Finn didn’t get offended that she hadn’t bought him anything, like others might have…he understood her, in that way, even if she sometimes felt like he didn’t understand her in the least. Once the gift was in her hand, Santana eyed it greedily for a moment before quickly and skillfully removing the paper, dropping it to the ground without a second thought, her eyes looking at the gift. The smirk her face had been adorning quickly transformed into a small smile as the looked at the charm, a finger delicately running over the charms as her eyes flickered to Finn’s form on the floor, wasting no time to join him on the floor and press a firm kiss to his cheek. “I love it. Thank you.” She said sincerely, holding her wrist out to him. “Put it on me.” She demanded, in typical Santana-fashion, wanting nothing more than to wear her only and favorite Christmas gift. Once the bracelet was on her wrist Santana wasted no time to close the space between she and Finn, quickly cuddling into his side. There was no denying that this was the perfect ending to a not-so perfect Christmas, even though with the two of them there was really no telling how long the peace would last.
Finn was used to Santana’s smirks and glances and all of that, so he kind of had learned to work with it. At first, it had been kind of confusing, because he didn’t know her all that well, but now, he understood what they meant. Well, most of the time. Sometimes, Finn had no idea what was going on in that gorgeous head of hers. He wasn’t that complicated to figure out, but Santana was full of mystery and surprises. It was a good thing as much as it was a bad thing. “You’re welcome. I’m glad you like it,” he smiled. Licking his lips, Finn nodded and took the bracelet from her, clasping it around her wrist gently. Waiting for her to sit next to him, Finn wrapped an arm around her shoulders and smiled to himself as he tucked his knees up against his chest. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your Christmas.”
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Even though Santana wasn’t generally much of a snuggler, when it came to Finn she did tend to bend that rule…or more often, just break it completely. There was something comforting about being held in his big arms, though she wouldn’t admit it in public, or even just to him unless they were in mid-snuggle. Needless to say she nodded at the idea of cuddling with him, trying her hardest to act casual…but completely perked up when he said he got her a gift. Santana hadn’t gotten any gifts this year…her parents had thrown cash at her and called it a day, which was pointless as she had credit cards anyway. She probably should have thought to buy him something…she’d thought about it when she was shopping with Quinn, and saw something that reminded her of him, but in the end she didn’t really know if it was appropriate to buy a guy you were supposed to be friends with benefits something. “You’re so sweet.” She practically purred, her head racing with idea of what it could be as she didn’t wait for his lead to make her way to the living room, her eyes scanning the area for any sort of gift. “I didn’t get you anything.” She admitted, turning to him and shooting him a somewhat apologetic look. “But I’ll make that up to you somehow.” She added teasingly, before holding her hand out for the gift.
Finn was definitely the more ‘emotional’ one of the two, in the sense that his brain wasn’t just wired on sex all the time. He liked cuddling with Santana and just… hanging out. He guessed that that worked out well and stuff, since it would be boring if they had the same personality pretty much. Variety was important in a relationship… not that this was a relationship, which Santana had made abundantly clear, but you got the idea. “I know,” Finn smirked, leading the way into the living room as he hummed quietly to himself. “It’s okay, I don’t need gifts. I got a bunch from my family anyways,” he assured her, giving her a tiny nod. Picking up the box he’d hidden towards the back of the tree, so his parents wouldn’t see it, Finn handed it to her and wrung his hands nervously. It wasn’t a big gift, just a charm bracelet with a bunch of charms that either made him think of her, of him, or of them together, but still, he had put some thought into it and he had actually picked out all of the charms himself. Pulling a blanket from the top of the couch and spreading it out onto the floor near the fireplace, Finn smiled to himself as he took a seat.
A small pout formed on Santana’s lips as Finn pulled away what she considered to be punch too soon, but she had no further complaints, because he was still close to her, and she really didn’t want to get him into thinking all she wanted from him was sex anymore than he already thought it…because it really wasn’t true, even if Santana sometimes had a funny way of showing it. “Merry Christmas to you, too.” She replied, nodding lightly in agreement. “I wish we spent more of it together, honestly. My Christmas was dull.” She admitted, not wanting to comment any further than that. The few times Santana had opened herself up to Finn, in moments of what she considered to be weakness, always made her feel better…but she didn’t want tonight to be about her bitching about her parents. She just wanted to spend some time with him. “Anyway.” She said, rather quickly, wanting to change the subject to a lighter note, raising an eyebrow teasingly at him. “What…do you want to do now?” She questioned, her smile twisting into a smirk. Really, she’d do anything he wanted, because it was the least she could do at this point…aside from maybe playing video games, which tended to make her angry because she always lost. Always.
“So was mine. I mean, Puck was here, so at least it wasn’t so bad, but it still sucked. I would have much rather been hanging out with you or something,” Finn admitted, shrugging a little. It was nice to see his family, and to eat all the delicious food, but at a certain point, he got sick of it and he just wanted to spend Christmas with the one person that he never had to explain himself to. Except for his whole stance on this friends with benefits thing, Santana just got him and he didn’t have to try and make her understand, like most people. His family was constantly asking him about things he didn’t have planned out yet, and it was just frustrating. “Do you wanna sit in the living room? We lit a fire earlier, so it’s pretty warm. We could just snuggle up on the couch or put a blanket on the floor or something,” Finn suggested, shrugging a little. “I also got you a present, which is in there…”
Santana pressed her lips together at the sight of him, not wanting to show just how happy she was to see him…especially because this meeting was on a much lighter note than their last one. Santana knew from all the movies that the friends with benefits thing very rarely worked out the way it was supposed to, but she figured things with she and Finn might be different…as long as she kept her promise and as long as he didn’t try to end things again. “Hey.” She replied to his greeting, simply nodding at his explanation, leaving out just how cute she thought it was that he was the one doing the cleaning, whereas Santana had never washed a dish in her life. “Thank you.” She said, once hearing his compliment, no longer able to fight the smile that was threatening to take over her face. She was still wearing her clothes from the Christmas party - a short red dress and some black boots she’d waited to wear all year - but her hair, which had started out smooth and perfect, had some of it’s natural wildness after the short walk. Santana’s eyes looked him over, and though he was the best thing she’d seen all night, she didn’t return the compliment. Instead she simply closed the space between them, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. It had been her original intention to instead initiate a kiss, but there was no denying that she loved the feeling that came from hugging his big, warm body, especially when she’d been out in the cold. Still, once she looked up at him, a smile still gracing her face…she couldn’t help but stand on her tippy toes and press a surprisingly gentle kiss to his lips, her eyes closing on contact.
Finn knew about all of Santana’s little games that she liked to play, so he knew better than to be offended by her being quiet or reserved. He had spent a long morning with her in detention, he had seen first hand all the little things that she did when she had to entertain herself, and ultimately, this was Santana trying to entertain herself. But he did mean it. She looked fantastic, like always. He couldn’t actually think of a time when he’d seen Santana where she didn’t look amazing. But tonight, it was undeniable, she looked even better than usual. “You’re welcome,” he nodded, returning the hug as he rested his chin on top of her head. She smelled like Christmas - it was weird, because it wasn’t like Christmas had an actual smell, but if he had to imagine what Christmas smelled like… this would be it. It was like a mix of pine trees and candy canes and a bunch of other wonderful things. Returning her kiss, Finn kept a hand on her waist. “Merry Christmas,” he grinned, as he pulled away. “I’m glad we can spend at least some of it together.”
After a long, boring family Christmas party with her father’s side of the family, this was really the perfect way to end a fairly boring Christmas. Aside from the fact that her pockets were stuffed with money that she didn’t really need, and the fact that she’d stuffed herself with churros, it had been a fairly uneventful day just like any other. Her parents had ignored her completely at the party, leaving her to her own, which meant she’d gotten a little tipsy and wasn’t really safe to drive when it came time for her to be making her way over to Finn’s, something she was easily more excited about than anything else that had happened that day. She wasn’t even thinking about the fact that she’d made a promise she didn’t know she could keep as she walked to Finn’s, not minding the cool air against her face. When she arrived at last there was a small smile on her face as she rubbed her hands together before opening the door, remembering that Finn told her to, and immediately dropped her winter jacket and hat on the floor. “Honey, I’m home.” She teasingly called out, glad that his parents weren’t there. Because of the parent problem she’d only been to his place a handful of times. She just wanted to see Finn. It felt to her as though she hadn’t seen him in ages, even though it had only been days…and it definitely felt like a while since she’d seen him when they hadn’t been fighting.
Finn had had a good Christmas. He’d spent the day with Puck, and he’d exchanged presents with his parents. His family had come over and he was glad that his parents were going to go see his grandparents. They weren’t able to make it to the Hudson home, so his parents had trusted him for a few days. Inviting Santana over was definitely breaking their trust, but Finn figured that they’d never find out. After shooing Puck out the door, he’d texted Santana. He was a bit worried about doing this friends with benefits thing again, but he also knew that Santana promised that she wouldn’t sleep with anybody else. He was pretty sure that if he just thought about it as a secret relationship, he’d be able to keep on with this again, as long as Santana kept her word. That was putting a lot of faith in someone who didn’t really deserve it most of the time, but Finn believed that what they had was special. He wanted to trust Santana and for once, be able to say that he made the right choice. “Hey,” he smiled, coming out of the kitchen. “I was just cleaning up the rest of the mess from Christmas dinner,” Finn smiled, wiping his hands off on his pants. Sighing happily, he smiled to himself as he walked over to her. “You look really nice.”