DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ITS CHARACTERS! THAT'S ALL FOR RYAN MURPHY!

A/N: My new fic that isn't AU for once! Enjoy.

The First Kiss

"Laaaa!" Finn sings in his brassy baritone voice, going up higher each time to perfect his scales.

"That was good, that was really good!" Rachel exclaims.

He can't believe that he's in the auditorium with Rachel Berry practicing for glee club. Could he be more of a loser at this moment? First thing, the only dude who has been on this stage is some homo; second, glee club and singing is freaking girly; third, Rachel Berry is the school freak and has been since they were in middle school.

He knows that he's risking his super-cool reputation by daring to be here after school on a Friday night, but he couldn't resist. Rachel's cool. She can sing really good and she believes in him. Sure she talks so much it makes him want to just cut his ears off or put duct tape over those pretty plump lips she has. Some of the stuff she says is pretty cool though. It also helps that she's superhot.

"That was good," He agrees with confidence.

"Yeah, that was like, the Holy Grail for a baritone," She continues her compliment, looking up at him with wide chocolate eyes.

Hope swirls around in them, and Finn doesn't know if it's about him sticking with glee or him getting better. He settles for both.

He was wrong though; Rachel Berry was hoping that she and Finn would one day just leave this crappy town of Lima and elope. It's all she's ever wanted, and now she's such a step farther towards her dream coming true.

When Finn had said yes to her proposition of training him to become a better vocalist, she went over the moon. After going through her closet about fifty times that morning (she chose her burgundy velvet to the touch third quarter sleeved shirt, brown mini skirt, and matching argyle knee highs) and packing their picnic, she came up with her plan to get what she wanted.

She knew that Finn wasn't supposed to be around her. She can't help that he has complete chromosomally challenged friends who are quite the lack luster bunch, and a girlfriend who is clingy and a bitch for lack of better words. But Finn is himself; he's not any of those other people who always pressure him to be what they want him to be.

She wants him to be what he wants to be, and she knows that he wants to be with her. Maybe it sounds crazy right now, but when they do get married they can reflect happily on how this one night in the William McKinley High School auditorium was the kindling of their love.

She's staring off into space with this dreamy expression and Finn isn't sure what to do. Is she alright or did she just zone out? Was he boring her?

"Um, I'm actually kind of tired from all this singing," He finally says.

Her head snaps over to him and she offers him the largest, brightest smile he's ever seen. Like, her teeth are just so perfect and white and she's really, really pretty when she's smiling.

"Thankfully I've prepared us for this," She stands up and points to the picnic that she set up.

"Oh," He laughs. "I was wondering what that was for."

Rachel walks over to the blanket and Finn follows suit. They share a glance at each other before they both sit down. She reaches over and grabs out her bedazzled thermos from the picnic basket, pulling out her little plastic cups and pouring each of them some red liquid.

"Virgin Cosmos," She explains, handing Finn a glass.

"Ah," He nods, taking a sip. "These are like the little airplane cups," He adds awkwardly.

She nods her head and giggles before taking a sip and pressing her lips together.

He can't help but make a move.

"You've got a little, uh, Cosmo," He leans in, "Right there," He reaches his hand up.

Rachel's eyes intently stare into his as she feels his thumb press over her cupid's heart, swiping away the excess liquid above her upper lip that had accumulated by one simple sip of her drink.

"You know," She starts, unable to stop her words, "You can kiss me if you want to."

She feels like a fool and some blood rushes to her face, making her cheeks look slightly reddened. She shouldn't have said that because now he's looking at her strangely.

"I want to."

Her heart stops completely when she hears his reply. Did Finn Hudson really just say that he wanted to kiss her? She knew it! She just knew he had feelings for her.

This is it; he's going to just forget about all his stupid friends and girlfriend and kiss her. It's what he wants right now. He wants to kiss Rachel Berry.

Somehow they move at the same time, her lying on her back and he crawling over. His hand caresses her face before he drops his head down and kisses her tenderly on the lips. He feels this slow burn that accumulates in his stomach and spreads all the way to his heart and mind. She's hot and she's kissing him and he likes her, like really likes her.

She lets the feeling of Finn overtake her mind and body and she feels herself start to rock her hips upward as she deepens the kiss because this is all too exciting and she's trying to process it all. She doesn't really care what the consequences of this will be. She just wants to keep kissing him. She when she feels that he's going to pull away to breathe, she lies there with her eyes shut, lips puckered the slightest bit and waiting for his to plummet back on.

But he doesn't, and she's quick to sit up and stare at him. He's pulling his shirt down and his face is read.

"I-I have to go!" He abruptly tells her.

"Did I do something wrong?" She asks innocently, trying not to cry. Was she a bad kisser? Noah had never told her that when she kissed him in eighth grade at Temple. But then again she really didn't care about what Noah thought; she cared about what Finn thought.

How could they get married if he didn't enjoy being intimate with her?

"No, I just have to go. Look, just please don't tell anyone about this," He keeps pulling his shirt down and suddenly he runs off stage and leaves her all alone.

He can't believe he just… jizzed himself while kissing a girl. Never had he ever done that, except that one time in Quinn's hot tub, but that was something completely different. She was barely wearing any clothes and she was all wet!

How did he blow his load with Rachel? He's so embarrassed that he doesn't even think of the fact that he just sort of blew Rachel off. What a douche bag move.

She tucks her legs under her thighs, drops her head, covers her face with her hands, and lets out a soft cry.

The most embarrassing thing is having the boy you love run away from your kisses.