A/N: Sequel to 'The Boy Next Door,' inspired by Woody Allen's 'Manhattan Murder Mystery.' Unlike the movie, Finn and Rachel are neither in a rough patch period, nor married yet, but living together for about a year and a half in Mrs. Weston's former apartment (yes, Finn bought it). I don't think those who haven't read 'The Boy Next Door' need to read it for this story. I'm now in the middle of finishing the last two chapters of 'Maybe Someday' and a new one (one shot), but suddenly the idea popped up in my head, I can't help. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy it!

Disclaimer; I do not own Glee and its characters, and any resemblance to real persons or organizations is purely coincidental.

Friday, November 20, 2015

Soon as she got to the apartment from the Gershwin Theatre, Rachel let out a loud sigh. Theatrical Protective Union Number One of IATSE had decided earlier to go on a strike against the Shubert, Jujamcyn, and Nederlander theaters, which meant that all the shows had been halted, and the actors were obliged to make a U-turn to their home.

She threw herself onto the bed dramatically before rolling over on the back. She glanced at the time on the night table; it was 1:45 pm. There were still about 4 hours left for her boyfriend to be home. The Jack Russell Terrier, Rusty looked up at her from the floor, wagging his tail expectantly. She sighed.

Rachel Barbra Berry hated boredom. Other than her taking care of their dog and the British Shorthair, Ms. Bonaparte, what was she going to do until the strike was called off? She didn't know how long it would take to reach an agreement between the two parties.

Slightly pouting, she sat up and looked down at the pillow on the other side of the bed. But her eyes lightened up immediately when she shifted them from the bed to the calendar hanging on the wall.

Oh, yes!

Today was Friday, and all the schools would be closed next week, which meant that she could do whatever she wanted to with Finn all day for nine consecutive days if the strike would be going on (except the next Wednesday for participating Finn's family dinner)! It had been a long time for her to be allowed to do that since she got a part, Elphaba from Wicked last year.

Rachel threw back the comforter and jumped out of the bed before rushing into one of the closets that only her clothes were put in, which caused Rusty to misunderstand her playing with him or giving him a new toy. She stopped her hands from opening the closet door and looked down at the dog.

"Sorry, Rusty." Rachel said apologetically. "Give me a half hour."

Once she resumed rummaging in the closet, her mind drifted to their potential sexual activities, food involved, which Finn had always been making his suit to her along with the words 'once in a life time.'

She usually dismissed his idea of anything involving food in bed, although he was allowed to have sex with her and food in the kitchen, or the other places except for the bedroom for that matter. She didn't want to spoil her luxury Egyptian cotton sheets made in Italy. In this regard, Kurt, her boyfriend's stepbrother, was totally on her side. You could see that Finn's resistance was futile.

But, being the awesome girlfriend (not her words, but his, by the way) as she was, she had secretly bought not so expensive but silky feel bed sets and a waterproof pad (she had ignored Kurt's quizzical why-do-you-need-those look at their shopping excursion, of course, because she was sure that he didn't want to know the exact reason).

She giggled, remembering Finn's puppy dog eyes and adorable pout when he pleaded for having sex along with food in bed, as she pulled the large box out of the back of the closet. Then she returned to the bed in order to replace the Egyptian cotton bed sets with the ones for special bed activities.

Rusty, as if he had known what she was thinking, narrowed his eyes before he walked out of the bedroom with a wry face.

"Hold the elevator!" Rachel cried out, a paper bag full of groceries in one hand, the other gripping the leash, "hold the elevator!" She called again. "Hello again, Nikolay," she greeted without looking at the doorman before rushing into the elevator.

"Thank you." Panting, Rachel appreciated without looking up. Then she finally lifted her head up to see whoever had waited for her to get in the elevator. "Hi."

"Hi, I think I see you on the same floor." The blonde girl, who looked like born with a silver spoon in her mouth and a big younger than Rachel, chirpily announced.

"Oh, so you two are the ones who have moved in 5B?" Rachel asked.

The girl nodded with a big smile. "I'm Sugar. This is," she slightly turned her head in the direction where a guy with brown hair was standing, "Biff McIntosh, my husband." Sugar turned to see Rachel again and offered a hand for her to shake.

"Rachel, living in 5A with my boyfriend Finn." Rachel managed to take her hand with the one holding the leash. "Pleased to meet you, Sugar." She shifted her hand to the guy standing behind Sugar. "And," she gestured to the dog politely sitting on the floor, "this is Rusty."

Rachel tried to summon her actress skill to suppress the urge of frowning as he didn't say a word, just nodded in a swanky manner when they shook hands, before sending his eyes back on his cell phone. The blue eyed guy named Biff, looked like the same age as Finn. He wore a dark blue preppy suit and a light blue gingham check shirt.

"—ner tonight?"

"Huh?" Rachel snapped out as Sugar continued talking in a bubbly manner. "Sorry, come again?" She stepped out of the elevator with Sugar, Biff in tow.

"Why don't you come in for a dinner tonight? With your boyfriend?" Sugar clasped her hands in front of chest with pleading eyes. "We're strangers in New York, so I'd like to get acquainted with you two over a dinner."

"Oh, um, I'd love to. Would you mind if I answer that later?" Rachel asked. "I'll text my boyfriend to ask if he has a plan for tonight."

"Not at all." Sugar answered. "I'll be in our apartment all day, so, let me know when your boyfriend replies."

Rachel nodded, out of the corner of her eyes glancing at the preppy guy who waited for his wife to finish the chat, already getting the door for her, but his eyes still glued to the cell phone.

"Okay, see you later!" With that, Sugar skipped into their apartment.

"They are," Finn took a pause as he entered their bedroom which once had been Mrs. Weston's guestroom, "uh, kinda piece of work." He sat on the edge of the bed, loosening his tie in one hand, the other unconsciously caressing the bed sheet.

"Hmm." Rachel perched herself down on the spot next to Finn, recalling the apartment which was completely different from the one she used to live.

As if neither Sugar nor Biff were willing to settle themselves there, the apartment was… minimal. They seemed like those who needed a big walk-in closet, especially Mrs. McIntosh did one which Carrie Bradshaw fantasized, the apartment could be for two persons, but not for two rich ones, as far as Rachel was concerned. The food Sugar had served was apparently catered from Jefferson Market.

"Rach? Babe? Are you listening?" Already in his old sweats with a down jacket, Finn asked as he stood in front of Rachel expectantly.

Rachel shot up her head to see her boyfriend. "Oh, I'll come, I'll come." She shook her head and hurriedly took off her heels to change into her UGG as Finn grabbed the leash and a tennis ball.

"You didn't answer my question." Finn said as he made his way over to the front door with Rusty on the leash.

"Huh?" Rachel absent-mindedly replied, slipping into her coat.

"Your chocolate ricotta cake." Finn repeated. "You said that wasn't supposed to be for a dinner with them." He pressed the button of the elevator while Rachel locked the front door. "What was that for, then?"

"Oh, right. That." Rachel he approached him and the dog, biting her lower lip, her hands wringing beside her body.

Finn arched his eyebrow. He didn't miss the pink color on Rachel's cheeks.

"That was supposed to be for you," Rachel cleared her throat, "actually, for us." She confided as she stepped into the elevator.

Following her into the elevator, Finn's eyes twinkled at her implication; Rachel, Sex and Food, those were the three major favorites of his world. Combining the three was icing on the cake. But immediately the stars in his eyes disappeared. "But it's gone." He said in disappointment.

"I'll make another one or your other favorite tomorrow." Rachel assured, squeezing his arm. "I already changed our bed sheets, so…" She sheepishly looked up at her boyfriend through her eyelashes.

"Speaking of the sh–" It took approximately ten seconds for Finn to get what Rachel had insinuated. "Oh. Oh."

"I texted you about the strike, didn't I?" Rachel began. "So, you'll have me all weekend, and next week too, I guess." She skipped to the lobby. "And I'll have a plenty of time to do the laundry!" She cried over her shoulder.

A goofy grin began invading his face, his mind already going to millions directions, which, Rusty's warning with yips in vain, caused Finn to clumsily stumble at the elevator threshold.

THUD!

Rachel's eyes flew open.

THUD!

Rachel pushed her upper body with her arms from the bed. "Finn! Wake up!" She shook the large frame beside her, trying to wake him up.

"Hmm."

"Finn! Finn!" Rachel whisper-shouted, yanking his arm.

Still closing his eyes, Finn's arm automatically reached her waist, "I think you're trying to kill me, but," a muffled voice leaked from the pillow as he pulled her closer to him, "I can manage to do it again, babe," he nuzzled his face into her chest. "Just give me half an hour."

THUD!

"No! Finn, no!" Rachel tried to tear his face off her body. "Can you hear that?" She breathed. "I heard a strange sound coming from the front door."

Finn finally tilted his head up and looked at his girlfriend with one eye. "What are you talking about? I can hear nothing."

As if Finn were a prophet, it fell utterly silent subsequent minutes.

"See?" Finn scooped the tiny body of his girlfriend, "it was just your imagination, or nightmare or something." He started kissing on her neck as he pulled her (his) T-shirt off of her head.

"I hope." Rachel murmured as she closed her eyes and tilted her head for him to access more easily. By the time her boyfriend hand slipped into her panties and his lips reached her secret spot on the back of her neck, she completely forgot the strange sounds. "Oohhhfff, Finn."

"I know, baby, I know." Finn whispered in her ear as he gently rubbed her clit. Then he climbed on top of her and firmly pressed his lips on hers. He deepened the kiss as his left hand caressed her perky nipple, the other still giving a gentle ministration on her wet fold.

Rachel thread her fingers through his messy hair before catching her breath from the previous passionate kiss, "Finn, I-I–"

"What do you want?" Finn asked into her mouth before he brushed his lips on hers. "Tell me what you want."

"I want your mou–"

THUD!

Rachel abruptly sat up when she heard the noise.

"Aw, aw, awwwww!" Finn groaned loudly, rolling over on the back, rubbing his forehead. His eyes were already watering from the pain.

"SHHHHHH!" Rachel hissed, "Did you hear?" Not aware the throbbing foreheads of her boyfriend and her own, she cupped her ear with one hand, the forefinger of the other onto her lips. "Go look at the front door." She whispered, pushing Finn's body out of the bed, before picking her T-shirt up from the floor.

Finn sighed, his hand still on his forehead, as he slowly got out of the bed.

"Hurry, Finn, go see where the noise's coming from." Rachel bossed, shooshing with a waving hand, clutching the T-shirt around her chest with the other hand.

Plumping his shoulders down with a slight pout, Finn walked over towards the front door with his bare feet.

Finn looked outside of their apartment through the peephole, only to find… nothing. He turned his head around as he heard the footsteps of Rachel's bare feet. "Nothing's there, Rach."

"Really? I heard the thud sounds four times." Rachel insisted with a frown.

"Maybe Mr. Figgins of the upstairs was rearranging his furniture or something?" Finn shrugged.

"It's almost 4 am, Finn."

"Yeah, but, he sometimes vacuums early in the morning." Finn started making his way to the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Rachel followed him.

"I need an ice pack. You need one too." Finn gestured to her forehead.

"Oh." Her hand flew to her forehead, "aww." She finally realized a bump on her forehead. She could see one on his forehead too. "I'm sorry." She murmured, her eyes casting down with embarrassment.

"It's alright," Finn assured as he pressed his lips to her temple, "only if you make two more cakes with whipped cream." He grinned at his girlfriend as he opened the fridge.

Rachel giggled. "I can handle that."

Finn passed an ice pack to Rachel. "Now, time for bed."

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