Crazy

DISCLAIMER: I neither own Glee nor the characters. They are the property of Ryan Murphy and FOX.

Author's note: This is taken from Glee Season 2, episode 2 Britney/Brittnay on how I wished things could have happened on a naughtier note than they did between Finn and Rachel after she went to the dentist and had her Britney fantasy. Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think. Rated M because this is naughty, not nice Finchel.

Crazy

Part 1

I could feel her presence even before she reached my locker, it was like the parting of the sea or some kind of weird freaky thing of nature I had heard about somewhere, but when I spotted my girlfriend Rachel walking down the hallway in barely next to nothing then I knew I had to do something quick. So I did the first thing that came into my mind and grabbed my gray hoodie jacket.

Seriously she needed to cover up, I mean I can't have all the guys and more than a fair share of the girls at school looking at my girlfriend like they wanted to slam her up against the lockers and take her right there in front of God and anybody else who might happen to pass by in the hall at William McKinley High. I mean honestly I know Rachel has her hang-ups about not looking pretty like Quinn or sexy like Santana but this extreme reaction was taking things a bit too far.

There she was my sweet little innocent angel who never even lets me get close to touching her breasts when we are making out looking like she went to one of those schools where you had to wear uniforms, but this wasn't a prim and proper uniform at all. What she was wearing was borderline indecent if the stares she was getting was any indication of what the student body thought of her new look.

I mean some things were Rachel-like, she did wear skirts to school most days, but this one was really, really short, one of those, what's it called? Damn it, Kurt would know the style; he is a fashionista himself, whereas all I know is to try to pull on a clean shirt and jeans or shorts for the day depending on the weather. My mind is shutting down because whatever you call that kind of skirt it is barely covering her ass as anyone can see those long tan legs of hers with the only really decent thing of her entire outfit was the socks.

I feel like I am forgetting to breathe, especially when she starts twirling the ends of her hair which is in pigtail braids, combine that with the mischievous look in those sparkling brown eyes of hers she is casting my way and I am afraid I'm about to explode before she even gets close to me. Her lips look like they have a coat of bubblegum pink lip gloss on them which makes me instantly want to know if she will taste as good as she looks.

It seems I am not the only one thinking this way though as I can see out the corner of my eye girls starting to swat their boyfriends and steer them away from the vision of my girlfriend who has apparently channeled some warped sense of school girl gone bad, with her white button down shirt unbuttoned below her chest and tied into a knot covering an omg hot red bra revealing what I knew was her toned and tanned stomach even if she hadn't let me touch it beyond when we sang together in glee club. Touching her waist during a song is good, but she usually had one of those funky animal sweaters on to buffer where my hands could touch.

But this was different, I wanted to touch all of her and apparently so did my former fellow football jocks, as Azimio shouted for anyone to hear, "Oh baby you can hit me as many times as you want as long as you got that on!"

Then for Karofsky to add, "Why is it that all the gay guys get all the hot girls?" was just too much for me to take. I mean they have never even looked in Rachel's direction beyond throwing an occasional slushie on her and for them to be saying those kinds of things about her and me it just wasn't right. For one, I know I am not gay, my step brother Kurt is and that is ok, but for those two jerks to even consider I am just makes me want to go beat their asses right now, but if I leave Rachel alone in the hall who knows what will happen.

My angel should not dress this way. You know it just wasn't right, she was pure, really pure like the driven snow because God knows I have tried my best to get her to give it up to me this past summer. If she only knew how many cold showers I've had to take and I won't go into the times I was secretly jerking off thinking about her, but this look was going to be permanently seared into my brain. I mean I'm a teenage boy with all these hormones raging in me and right now they are screaming for me to get my girlfriend as far away from these perverts as I possibly can.

Which is what I'm going to do, I have to make Rachel see reason, she can't dress this way. If she does I know I am going to either lose my mind or have to kill some guy for trying to hit on her. She may not like it, but I have to take a stand on this issue. I really do, or else even thinking about hitting the mailman isn't going to help.

Damn my girlfriend is really hot…