Start me up….
Finn almost choked on the Sour Patch Kids he was sneaking into his mouth out of his pocket. Rachel was wearing leather and singing Bon Jovi, one of his like, biggest idols. And she was like… on the floor dancing. What was that word that meant sexual, or something like that… prat, pru, pr… pro… provocative! That was it. Couldn't they just say sexy? Cause that's what it was. It was like Rachel was trying to make him jump her in the middle of the girls' mash up. Wait, maybe she was…. Nah, Rachel wasn't that kinda girl. Oh, but how he wished she was.
The song finally ended and as much as he wanted to follow Kurt out of the choir room door like he had intended to because he knew Kurt was having a hard time with Karofsky, he couldn't make himself. He grabbed Rachel's arm before she left the choir room and pulled her back in the door. He spun her around and pulled her up against his chest and smiled charmingly at her.
"Hey, good lookin'. What's cookin'?" He said cheesily. Rachel giggled.
"Hi, Finn." She stood on her tip toes to kiss him. "What do you need?"
"Nothin'." He said with a sweet smile. "I just wanted to kiss you."
"I love you." Rachel said quietly and kissed the base of his neck, the only spot she could reach without him leaning down closer to her.
"I love you too." Finn said. His breathing hitched and he starting paying more attention to the growing bulge in his pants than he wanted to at the particular time. "Uh, Rach… I'm kinda, ummmm…"
Rachel put her hands on Finn's shoulder and jumped onto his waist. Finn took the time to be impressed. She had to of least had a vertical height of 2 feet to get her legs around his waist, maybe even higher considering the incredibly tight pants she was wearing. Wait… why did he care how high her vertical jump was? She was on his waist… and it was kinda awesome.
Finn pretty much fell onto the choir room risers and it kinda hurt his back when he felt his spine slam into the edge of the step, but the pain really didn't register all that well. He was concentrating too hard on the mailman and not embarrassing himself.
Finn cleared his throat and spoke nervously, "Ummm… Rachel, I kinda, uh… I kinda…"
Rachel pulled away from him and stood up. She looked hot, Finn immediately realized. Well, she always looked hot, but with her normal school girl look replaced by the sexy biker chick, rock and roller look, it was ten times better.
"Wow, you're really sexy, Rach." Finn soon realized how stupid he sounded and regretted ever opening his mouth. But, Rachel didn't seem to mind.
"Thank you, Finn." She said with a slight giggle. "I appreciate the compliment."
Her face was bright red, she was completely out of breath, and her hair looked like a vacuum cleaner had been taken to it because of his huge hands that had been tangled in it, but somehow she still managed to look in control and completely unphased. And he knew she was phased by the way she had moaned his name. It was amazing.
She pulled back on her leather jacket (he didn't ever remember anyone taking it off) over her black tanktop, much to his disappointment, and looked back at him.
"No problem." Finn finally replied. Rachel smiled at him, but not as his face. No, her eyes were directed a little lower. Finn quickly grabbed his letterman jacket and covered the prominent bulge. She grinned, this time at his mortified face.
"Don't be embarrassed. I take it as a compliment." She said innocently. Finn half laughed, half groaned. He couldn't walk out of this room with this sticking out. Rachel smiled again.
"I think you need some help." Rachel said as she kneeled in front of him. She started unzipping his pants and he seemed shocked. Here? Of all places, she was picking here and now?
When and where didn't at all matter to Finn after his pants were down, because he was in a heavenly land of bliss… higher than cloud nine, and he never wanted to leave it.