I know I have a couple of stories out there and they are being worked on, but while I was chatting with my friend (Hi Ali!) this idea just kinda' came up. While I know there are a bunch of post-finale (which was beyond awesome!) stories, this is a bit different. This story (not really a story) is a series of kisses post-finale as we (Ali and I) both believe that the kisses exchanged in the finale were way more intense and heated than before. This will lead up to the big moment so to speak as well all know it is just a matter of time. I hadn't actually planned on posting this, but Jann and Ali both insisted, so this is for you two! Thanks for the editing and support! You both are so awesome. Hope you like it! Oh and each kiss posting will be in a different POV.

Guess it is rated M.

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Glee because I don't!

Locker Kiss

This had to be normal right? Other couples must have experienced this feeling, right? she asked herself as he pinned her against the wall of cold metal lockers with his body. This overwhelming feeling to touch him was what every girl felt when she hadn't seen her boyfriend in a day, right? It wasn't something unusual was it? She wondered slowly losing her train of thought when his fingers danced along her back, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt. She knew she must have sighed or moaned because she felt him smile against her already tingling lips.

"What?" She breathed out in nothing more than a light whisper. He didn't reply but instead seized her lips in another mind numbing kiss. He slid his hands further up her back, causing her to arch against him. This was so not normal, she finally deduced; but it no longer mattered. She just wanted, no needed,him closer if that was at all possible. The hands she had pressed against his chest had made their way into his hair as she pressed her entire body against him, proud when she heard him let out a throaty moan of his own and knowing he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that they were in the middle of the hallway, basically attacking each other against the lockers where anyone could see them, but when she felt his tongue against the seam of her lips all was lost. Her lips parted on what seemed like their own accord and greedily accepted his tongue's demands with her own. As their kisses became more demanding and rough, she strained against him, both loving and hating the friction of his chest against hers. He must have felt it to because his kisses became more frantic before he pressed his lower body against hers more firmly so she could easily feel the impact she was having on him.

When his lips left hers she groaned in protest but immediately retracted her annoyance when his fingers threaded into her hair, tugging lightly, and as his amazingly talented mouth fused onto her neck, causing her hum in appreciation. Long gone were worries about hickeys being properly placed to go unnoticed; rather now it was the opposite. She welcomed the marks as his form of branding. She was his. Once she was squirming between him and the locker, she felt his lips and tongue slide up the side of her neck before softly biting her earlobe, causing her to literally melt into a puddle of goo.

"Let's go find an empty classroom," he whispered against her damp skin. She shivered and then nodded her head in agreement. At this point, she thought she'd honestly lose her virginity to him in the hallway if he wanted her to. He smirked smugly before gently sliding his mouth along her jaw in search of her lips again. Her hands slowly trailed from his neck across his shoulders before covering his hands that were now cradling her face.

When their lips met again she heard a gasp and she quickly realized it wasn't either of them. Her entire body tensed and her lips were now frozen against his warm and pliant ones. She ascertained he must have heard the commotion as well because his eyes opened quickly and released her face, pressing his hands against the lockers above her head.

"Don't move," he whispered to which she happily obliged when she glanced down and saw, besides the fact he was obviously aroused, her shirt had somehow been bunched up to expose her stomach and the swell of her bra-covered breasts. When he craned his neck so he could see who was interloping on their moment she fought the desire to drag him into an empty classroom and rip his clothes off in appreciation. He was shielding her from public humiliation and she thought at that moment she loved him even more than she ever thought possible.

"Principal Figgins; how's it going?" He replied as calmly as she thought would be possible given their current predicament.

"We do not condone public fornication. You and Ms. Berry in my office, now."

Finn gave a quick nod before turning his attention back towards her. "Sorry," he whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead before pushing back off the locker. She shook her head and took his hand, entwining their fingers then looked up with a sheepish smile.

"Next time, we start in the empty classroom," she replied as they made their way down the now crowded hallway.