Roommates

43. Feels Like Home

Previously...
"Sometimes there is no right. There's just two options, neither right or wrong."
"Look at you, getting all inspirational." I laugh at her, and she threatens me with her eyebrow pencil jokingly.
"In a minute it'll be inspirational quotes at your funeral." She tells me, and I just stick out my tongue like a kid. It's nice to have some fun girl time with Santana. I forgot how much better it makes me feel.

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Finn's POV
"She's still got no idea, right?" Sam asks me as soon as I walk into his dorm.
"No. She thinks that Santana's taking her around town. She doesn't know."
"Good. This needs to be a complete surprise."
"I know, dude, she is my girlfriend." I tell him jokingly. "Where's Puck?" Sam points to the door of a room and makes a sexual face at me, and I snort with laughter. "Good to know."
"So, all the things are already at the place, but we just need to pick a colour for the balloons."
"She likes pink." I tell Sam. "Mostly light shades, though."
"Okay, so that's sorted pretty easily then." He smiles at me, taking a note on his phone. "And we're pretty much ready to go. By the time we get there — let's see it's... 10:37 now — it should be just about 11. So we have an hour to set everything up."
"Great. Should we get going then?" I ask, and Sam nods picking up his keys. We walk back to the door but then Puck's door opens and we turn back around.
"Where are you guys off to?" Puck comes out of his room with just his boxers on, and I awkwardly smile at him.
"We're going to the restaurant to get ready for Rachel's surprise." I tell him. Then Natasha pokes her head out from around the door and comes out to stand by Pick in a sort of kimono night robe. She makes eye contact with me and then looks down. I guess it would be a bit embarrassing for the guy you've been trying to get with to see you coming out of his best friend's bedroom.
"Well we'll see you guys later." Sam butts in and heads out of the door, and I follow. "Have fun." He smirks and Puck rolls his eyes before we shut the door behind us. I guess I won't be able to ask if Natasha told Jenna about the pregnancy.
"Well that was awkward." I laugh as we walk down the hallway.
"You're telling me. She's been round for like the last 4 days in a row."
"Damn." I whistle and Sam nods.

*

We get to the lobby and start walking through the town to get to the restaurant. As we walk we talk about the other guys on the football team and different things that come up. We finally reach the restaurant and go inside. The place is empty, which is good.
"I figured we could reserve the whole place. Just so that she doesn't get worried about strangers being here too." Sam tells me. That explains it.
We walk up to the bartender and Sam just tells him why we're here, and he nods and tells us all of the things are in the storage room in the back, pointing to a door. We both walk through and see the one or two boxes (not too many) we got delivered here full of decorations.
"Okay, if I bring this box and the little one, you carry the other." Sam tells me, picking up the two boxes and balancing the small one on top under his chin.
"Sure thing." I pick up a box for myself and we carry them through and start setting up the place. I hope Rachel likes what we're doing. I know she gets worried about surprises sometimes, but I think because we've booked the place full she'll be okay.

Rachel's POV
Walking around town with Santana is so much fun; it feels like we haven't done it for ages. We go into different shops and I pick out some new clothes and also pick out one or two early maternity tops for when I start to show. Santana told me that I should always be prepared.
We walk around, me holding a hot chocolate while Santana drinks her coffee beside me. We pass some more shops, but it's about 11:45 now and I didn't really need anything specific when I came down here.
"Hey, why don't we go and have lunch in a restaurant up the road? I know a really nice one." Santana suggests, scrolling through some texts on her phone although I can't properly read them as she tilts her phone screen slightly away from my view.
"I'm not sure. I sort of just wanted to order something at home," I tell her. "you know how lazy I am."
"Come on." She begs me. "If you really want then I'll pay."
I laugh. "Well, if you're offering." She nudges me and I giggle, taking another sip of my hot chocolate that we picked up from a little hot drinks stand we saw as we walked around.
"Okay, this way then." Santana starts heading up a road to our right and I follow her until we reach the restaurant.
"Uh, are you sure it's open?" I say looking up at the sign that reads 'Marea' that isn't lit up.
"Yeah!" Santana says eagerly. "They just sometimes don't have the lights on. I mean, it's still light enough outside!"
I laugh. "Alright." She takes my hand and pulls me inside. All the lights are off, which makes me even more suspicious.
"Are you really sure that it's—" I feel Santana's hand let go of mine, and the room is totally dark that I can't find her next to me.
"Santana?"