The Future Is Ours
AN: So I know I have a tendency to write angst FR future fics but I wanted to test out the theory Finn would follow Rachel to NYC and they would make it all work somehow, a more positive kinda fluffy story for you all lovely people! Enjoy!
Ordinary: Chapter 1
Graduation is a year away, got any plans until then?
It's funny how things work out. A year or so ago, Rachel Berry was content to leave this cow town of Lima, Ohio behind, her head held high, no friends to say goodbye to or miss when she left for the bigger brighter lights of New York City, her destiny awaiting for her.
Finn Hudson, on the other hand, always knew he wanted more for himself, to make him mother proud of him somehow, to honour his noble father but he was afraid he was just ordinary, destined to be a Lima Loser with the Prom Queen wife he detested and a family he never wanted.
Life has a funny way of throwing things at us when we least expect it, creating a dynamo effect of magical events that change our hopes and dreams for the better, making us soar beyond expectation.
Here they were, standing on the centre of Times Square as they had been out of that small incestuous town they called home for the first time, like a bird flying out the nest and taking the world as a quest to conquer.
His arms wrap around her waist, his nose nuzzling her silky strands of hair, now formed into a bob to suit her Patti Lupone or Barbra imitation. She was awestruck and breathless, taking in the fascinating colourful lights and the endless stream of billboards with adverts of numerous plays she had only dreamt of seeing, let alone be a part of someday.
His eyes gaze down at her as she stares into the distance, completely oblivious of how, amongst all these sights, he can't get over how pretty she is amongst this new world. She is his dream, he realises, his future, his whole life and he wouldn't be living without her.
She came into his life and changed him for the better, making him open his eyes and look into hers, hopeful and optimistic, dreamy and ambitious, she pulled him out of his trance and walked him to a road he never knew he would wander through.
He kisses her hair, pulling her petite frame closer against him as she lays her head back on his chest, breathing in, content, her eyes shut and her lashes curving, so pretty it's unreal.
How did he get so lucky? How did she become so open? She was a mystery, nobody knew her until he opened her doors and read her like an open book, stalling through her secret passage ways and figuring her out as if she was the most ordinary thing ever.
He can't to this day, forget what his life would have been like if he never met her. He would be numb and walk around like a zombie, not knowing right from wrong, happy from sad, trudging through life as a meaningless existence. He would be the typical small town guy. Not this city boy with dreams of making it in the NYPD and watching his girlfriend blow everyone's breath away as she takes the lead in every hit play on the theatres of NYC.
He would be lost without her, wondering through a maze with a dead end.
She opens her eyes and her hands cup his jaw as she leans into him, her face still arching towards the Broadway parade. There are times they can talk for hours and chatter about anything or everything, but now they are content in comfortable silence, embraced in the others' arms.
He grabs her tiny hands, engulfing it with his massive frame, their fingers intertwined as they walk back to the small flat they're renting with their gay counterparts, Klaine, they call them. Ever since that summer they figured it all out and decided they couldn't let go, Kurt has gushed over the perfect couple and come up with the ingenious idea of double dating.
They would sit in cafe and theatres, his arms looped around her or his hand on her lap, stroking her bare thigh as she was swallowed up in heated conversation about fashion trends and Broadway plays or diva trivia with Kurt while he kicked back with Blaine over a game of COD when they got back, finally getting some guy time.
He's not saying they emasculate him, Rachel is a strong woman and he like that she's her own person, it's just he misses Puck. Oh man, when did he become such a girl. Ever since he moved to Columbia to be with Quinn and give a go of them reuniting with Beth and becoming a family, he's barely had any real, well guy time. You know, the fart jokes and the porn stories, the COD marathons and whatnot.
Rachel. Rachel is his whole world and he'd do anything for her. But ever since she beat him that one time at his own game, he's kind of been too embarrassed to play video games in front of her. Who knew girls as tiny and girly as her kicked ass as war games?
Anyway, nowadays, their nights consist of snuggling up to her favourite musicals and her taking those long salty bubble baths that leave her smelling like heaven as he devours her, the spring in their bed bouncing as they make like rabbits several times a night, hearing her scream and moan while he grunts, filling her up, kissing every inch of her, and her him, is just enough most of the time. He just misses his guy friends. But Rachel will always be his best friend, so he guesses that makes up for a lot he misses out on with 2 gay guys and a girl in close confined spaces.
Life's good. He smiles as she lays beside him, their boxes unpacked, her face mirroring his coy smile. The door flings open and Kurt stampedes the hall with his one million and three suitcases filled with a lifetime of crap they can't the apartment. He sighs.
Maybe they did bring him to do the heavy lifting. He gets up with Rachel in tow, her infectious laughter bubbling up the hollow walls as Kurt instructs him like a courier.
She better make up for this tonight, he thinks. He's thinking chocolate sauce and maple syrup, licking off every inch of the other's body would ought to do it.
When he's done with all the lifting and carrying under Kurt's demands, his muscles aching, he makes his way to the kitchen for a soda when he finds the tube of whip cream.
Even better.
