Wearing His Shirt

Summary: It's a hot night. The parents are gone. She's wearing his shirt. Holy Cheesus, she's wearing his shirt. Rated T for suggestive themes. Will include the mailman. Finchel, what else?

Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, I wouldn't just write about the show, now would I?

Enjoy!

..~GLEE~..

She was trying to kill him. He was absolutely positive about it. There was no other explanation (that he could think of, anyway). Why would she otherwise do this? Did she even know what she was doing? Was she aware of her effect on him at all?

"Finn, are you alright? You seem a bit tense..." Then again, this was really all his fault. His fault that he was so madly in love with her that he wanted to spend every second of his life with her. His fault that he wanted her to stay the night.

But there were also things that weren't his fault. Like the fact that his parents were out of town. Or that the night was so freaking hot that she wasn't the only reason for the way he was sweating. Or that she hadn't taken her emergency package with her - said package included the nightwear that she currently didn't have.

When he had asked her to sleep over, she had giggled in that adorable way only she could. "But Finn, I don't have anything to wear." Him already laying on top of her on his bed and them having just had an mind-blowing make-out session didn't really help his control when he thought about Rachel not having anything to wear...

"You could wear my shirt?" He had asked her, because he had known she wouldn't go nude. Sadly. "It'll be like a dress for you, anyway."

She had agreed to stay, and Finn ever so slightly regretted that she made that decision. Seeing her now, wearing just his shirt, her toned legs in plain view and her breasts being hugged by the thin grey material, it took everything not to take her right then and there...

"Finn?" She asked again, her eyebrows pushed together in worry. He shook his head, as if the movement would clear the Rachel-centered fog in his brain, and smiled his half smile which he knew made Rachel melt.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired, I guess." He gave himself a mental pat on the shoulder for the quick excuse.

She smiled a sympathetic smile and bent over to give him a peck on the forehead. "Poor baby." She cooed. Finn grinned, loving it when Rachel called him 'baby'.

He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her on top of him onto the bed. "D'you want to stay in the guest room, or d'you rather stay in here?" He tightened his hold on her, silently telling her he rather had her stay with him. She grinned, moving her face closer to his.

"I don't know." She teased him with that sultry tone of voice that drove Finn crazy. "Depends on your plans for the night...

He kissed her, pulling her full lower lip between his. She let out a small moan, causing Finn to summon the mailman with great hurry. She knew he had issues with his early arrival, so why was she making those sounds?

Before he could deepen the kiss, she mover to lay her head on his chest. She yawned, and she reminded him of a cute little kitten. "Good night, Finn."

He couldn't help but smile at her cuteness. "G'night, Rach."

The next morning, he woke up with Rachel in his arms, hair all messy, full pink lips parted, wearing his shirt. She never looked more beautiful, and Finn had never woken up to such a sight.

Right then, he knew he wanted to wake up to the sight of Rachel wearing his shirt every morning.

Because, quite frankly, she wore it better than he did.

..~GLEE~..

I reaaaaaally hope that wasn't extreme suckage. It all seemed so much better in my head... I'll never know if nobody reviews, so reviews are appreciated!

Tell me of I should write more for Glee or if it's a lost cause.