finnyyhudson:

The door swung open and Finn didn’t hear anything lost in the act. The curtain flying open caused him to scream a little himself, because honestly the thought of someone like Burt or his mom catching him in this position was terrifying. It was only Kurt, Kurt who let out the most terrifying scream. You’d think he just walked in on a murder or something.  Finn didn’t have time to calm his brother down or tell him this wasn’t what it looked like because he found himself in a mask of Lysol, like seriously what was he doing with that stuff anyways? It was like he was trying to kill him. It got in his mouth and eyes, and he really thought for a second he might die. He made sure to hold Santana tightly against him because, if she fell and Kurt saw who it was this could end bad.. Not that it already didn’t end bad Finn was sure he’d gone blind, until of course he remember he’d closed his eyes so that the spray wouldn’t well.. blind him.

Kurt fled the scene and Finn breathed out a sigh of relief. He was thankful for one his step brother didn’t see his junk, not that his junk being hidden inside Santana was something he was glad his step brother saw but still, it was better than… He wasn’t going to think about that. He was more concerned about Santana who was… laughing? She was laughing? Kurt had just walked in on them and her response was to laugh. He wanted to get mad, but honestly how could he get mad when her laugh was so infectious. Instead he shook his head laughing along with her. 

Honestly she had no idea why, but Santana couldn’t stop laughing. For two who always have been pretty careful with the sneaking around they almost messed up big time. Maybe it was that, maybe it was Kurt’s scream that still echoed in her head and she only could imagine the look on his face. Too bad she wasn’t able to see it, it must’ve been priceless. She could feel how Finn all tensed up as soon as the curtain was opened and when he also started laughing she was relieved because that meant he didn’t have a sudden heart attack and die right there. Shaking her head she tried to calm herself down, but the scenario kept repeating itself in hear head and the laughter came back. She probably could never look at Kurt the same - maybe she should get him Lysol for his birthday. Or she would make Finn get him this, after all she still hoped he didn’t recognized her.

“Are you okay?” She held one of her hands under the water before moving it to his face. Her finger slowly caressing the skin there. God knows where the Lysol cloud hit him (thinking about this again brought the laughter back) and while they were still in the shower, they might as well use the opportunity. “You should get your face and everything else he just sprayed on under water, so we can get rid off it.”

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prettylittlekurt:

finnyyhudson:

“Earn them?” He asked watching her intently as his lips met hers for a passionate kiss, a free hand trailing down her waist. “How about we just both admit we want each other right now.” He said fine with settling for a truce. Truth be told he wasn’t really in the position to argue with her over this. It’d been way to long, and he was shocked e managed to drag it out this far. “I want you Santana.” He whispered into her ear nibbling on it slightly. “I want you now.” He said, and like a condom magician he pulled one out of what seemed like thin air. He was always prepared when Santana was involved.

He had condoms stashed what seemed like everywhere.. In his room, his car, his locker, the fridge, his closet, and even the shower. He didn’t leave them in plain sight, he wasn’t stupid. They were all hidden in various strategic places. He slipped the condom on as gracefully as he could while keeping Santana pressed up against the wall her legs still wrapped around his waist. Having everything in place he put his hands on her hips to hold her slowly guiding himself inside. His lips found hers kissing her with an urgency because clearly they both needed this.

The sting of paranoia drew Kurt out of his stupor as he sat in his room carefully drawing the graceful fall of a silk slip. Though it was his every intention to attend NYADA in the fall as a part of their performing arts program, fashion still remained his greatest, albeit next, passion. He leveled the spider with a heavy gaze, a shiver slipping down his spine at the sight of the many legged creature. If there was one thing he didn’t do it was spiders and other such creepy crawlies. “I’ll be back for you,” he said, pointing at the spider as he got up from the floor, careful not to let it leave his gaze. 

If there was one thing any self respecting man knew how to do, it was to eliminate such pests. He made his way down the hall and to the bathroom, not even bothering to knock as he entered. The sound of the shower registered faintly in his mind, but didn’t matter. After all, how many times had Finn done exactly this to him? Unlike any other man, however, there was no way he was going to kill the beast with a tissue. Seventeen years of moisturizing and meticulous care would not be ruined by spider guts. Instead he went straight to the cabinet under the sink and grabbed the Lysol Carole stashed there. Years of practice had taught him one thing: Bugs crumpled under it’s germfighting power. 

It wasn’t until he had his hand on the doorknob that the muffled sound of voices caught his attention. Wondering vaguely why his step-brother was talking to himself in the shower, Kurt approached the curtain with the can still in his hand and was met only with the sound of falling water. He swiveled back towards the door when the sound of a large bump startled him. Sure that Finn had fallen down in the shower, Kurt ripped open the curtain to assist and was visually assaulted by the sight of him and a brunette who could only be Rachel going at it in the shower. “Oh god. Finn?” His scream echoed through the small room as he raised the canister and sprayed them full on, a full wave of nausea hitting him straight in the gut. “I’m so-sorry,” he managed to stutter out before running from the room and down the hall, back to sanctuary. 

Arching an eyebrow Santana looked at him as he said they should just both admit it, yeah she could go with that. After all, it would be just like stating the obvious. She rested her head against the wall  after hearing him say the words first, before nodding slightly. “Good..” For a moment she considered leaving this as an answer, but then she didn’t want to risk it. Last thing she needed was Finn being butthurt about something like that. “Because I want you, too.” Crinkling her forehead a bit when he pulled out the condom out of nowhere she shook her head, she just wouldn’t question this. It had been going on long enough for her to realize that he always seemed to be prepared - not that she thought it was a bad thing. Santana wrapped her legs tighter around him, she really didn’t want to fall or slip or whatever - and because she didn’t want to do nothing her lips found their way to his neck, where they stayed till he finally entered her. A moan escaped her lips and she felt her nails slightly digging into his skin as she took a moment to adjust to him.

No, Santana didn’t hear someone getting into the bathroom. To be honest she already forgot the possibility that someone could walk into them. It’s not like you take a look what’s going on when you hear someone’s in the shower and normal people lock the door … at least most of the time. And it’s not that she was just taking a normal shower, she was a little busy. Busy with Finn, so yeah she almost had a fucking heart attack when someone opened the curtain and she heard Kurt screaming like a little girl in a horror movie. God, she was happy she buried her face quickly in the crock of his neck, because the next thing she heard was that he sprayed them. What even?!  Pressing her lips together to prevent herself from saying anything or making any noise Santana didn’t move her head, there was still hope that he didn’t recognize her. Even if it was like she was insulting herself, but right in this moment she hoped someone thought she was Rachel. She waited till she was sure Kurt and his spray left the bathroom to move her head away from Finn and take a deep breath. She looked at Finn and actually wanted to check if he was okay, but realizing what just happened and how it must’ve looked like, Santana started laughing.

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finnyyhudson:

Santana you know Artie can’t reach the keyboard. Uh. In which I jump in and try to defend Sam and I think I accidently offended Artie. You know what I mean. 

Stop talking

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troutyy-mouth:

He didn’t have to I got here first! 

And you are his bitch or why are you complaining for him?

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troutyy-mouth:

I’m not going to cry Santana… I just meant that’s offensive to Artie cause you know… all he can do is roll..

I don’t see him complaining.

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troutyy-mouth replied to your post: do you like artie? he wnts to ask you to prom!

that’s offensive.

Please don’t cry, Sausage Lips.