New story! Language is used in this one. You've been warned.

I don't own Glee.


"You suck."

"What?" he asks. She turns her pretty little head to look at him more closely in the bed. He hasn't touched her since they had sex and it stings a little. When she'd met him he gave off the vibe that he cared. It's silly of her to think that he actually cares about her sad little life. But she's only eighteen. She cares when people don't care. Twenty or eighty, it doesn't matter. As long as someone cares about her.

"At sex. You suck at sex."

"Huh." He nods his head at her and goes back to staring at the roof. The lights have been out for fifteen minutes now and he's sure that this Rachel chick is charging him extra. He wonders why she does it. She looks young. Eighteen. Nineteen at the most. He feels like a paedophile for having sex with someone who's barely a child. Then again, it isn't his fault. She chooses to sell her body. Maybe she's some weird freak sex addict. She doesn't look like one but most of the chicks he fucks don't look like they should be prostitutes.

"I know what you're thinking," Rachel says after a while. He turns his head and raises an eyebrow. "I'm not some freak sex addict, Finn. I just need the money,"

"Huh." He turns his head again. He's not really interested in talking to his crazy ass fuck buddy. She's pretty though, beautiful really. When he first saw her he was instantly captivated by her brown eyes. They're beautiful. He has to hastily remember that she's a prostitute and he probably shouldn't be thinking about how beautiful her eyes are. That's weird. He feels the bed move under him and realises Rachel's getting up. He doesn't want her to leave so he puts his hand on her wrist. "Where you going?"

"I've got sex maniacs to fuck, remember?" Rachel replies. He removes his hand from her wrist and she moves to tie her hair up in a ponytail with the thin elastic around her skinny wrist. She steps onto the ground and walks over to the chair where her silky robe is waiting. She slides it over her body and Finn can't help but stare at her perfect body. He understands why she's so popular in the sex industry.

"You won't be able to get out, you know?" he says. She turns and looks at him with wide eyes.

"What?"

"Lift's down."

"Shit." Rachel moves back to the bed. She sits down still wrapped up in her robe and places her head in her hands. She starts to shake violently and Finn sits up, concerned. He moves towards her and places his large hand on her back.

"Are you okay, Rach?" The nickname slips from his mouth before he realises he's said it but neither of them care. She's shaking her head and mumbling under her breath. He can hear the small sobs escaping her lips and he doesn't know what to do. What do you do when a prostitute breaks down in front of you? Finn's fairly certain it's not in their job description. "Rach?"

"I'm screwed. I'm so screwed..." she mumbles to herself over and over again. She doesn't expect Finn to hear her mumbling rant but he does and he's confused.

"Rachel?"

"I'm dead Finn," she says. "I'm going to lose this job. I need this job. Santana is going to kill me,"

"Santana?" he asks. "You mean Santana Lopez?"

"Yeah," she nods her head and continues sobbing into her hands. Finn's confused. He knows Santana Lopez. She's his more common fuck buddy. The head prostitute, if you will. She normally comes because he's her best client and he was confused when he saw the little brunette standing in his doorway. Santana doesn't seem like the kind of girl who would fire such a good fuck. He would know. Rachel Berry is an amazing fuck.

"She's your boss?"

"No, she's more than my boss."

"Huh?"

"Baby, Santana Lopez is my best friend," Rachel replies. Finn's head is spinning. Her own best friend can potentially fire her because she missed a few creepy old men. If anything this storm is doing her a favour. He's never seen anyone so keen to go and have sex with some idiot guy.

"You're best friend?"

"Yeah baby," Rachel says. The name keeps slipping from her lips but she can't help it. She's trained herself to talk that way. It's why she's one of the best. Best comes at a price. She often gets the best clients at the highest prices, though they're usually creeps who prefer sex that's a little kinkier than most. But she does it. And she does it without complaint.

"Do you like what you do?" Finn asks after a few moments.

"Whether I like being in the sex industry or not is out of the question. I do it because I have to,"


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