Well, here's my newest story. I dreamt about it and so decided to write a one-shot.
Enjoy!
He took the first step into the apartment, not sure exactly how he felt about it. Sure, it was bigger than the last one and a hell of a lot cleaner, but he was going to miss the memories of his old apartment, his videogame marathons with the guys or the time when they'd partied all night when they'd first got there.
Quinn and Puck slowly make their way in after him, Puck inappropriately grabbing her ass every five seconds, and he rolled his eyes. Did he really have to do that all the time?
He put down the heavy boxes, noticing that his roommates had neglected to carry anything in, before wandering around. It didn't look like he'd imagined. With its neutral wall designs and open living. In all honesty, he'd expected it to be a dump, or maybe he'd hoped for it to be one so that he could persuade Puck to move back into his old apartment.
But no, that was his new home. And the reason? Because Puck and Quinn were now officially a couple, having dropped the friends with benefits title, and wanted to move in together. That meant finding a place with a double room, as opposed to the tiny rooms that they'd managed to squeeze double beds into. He peered into one bedroom, only to be shoved out of the way. "This is ours Finnessa," Puck told him, pulling Quinn in after. With a sigh, he found his own room, which admittedly wasn't as bad as he thought. Yes, the wallpaper was falling off and the window was brown with dirt splotches, but other than that it was a good room. And he could definitely fit a double bed in here, and a TV, and a wardrobe. Hey, maybe he could get a girl in there too…
That would be if he ever found one to like him. His blubbering chat up lines left him dateless more often than not.
It wasn't not long before he started to hear noises from the room directly next door, noises that he did not want to hear. God, how thin were those walls? Frowning, he slammed the wall a few times to make his presence known, despite the fact that it didn't do anything to hush said noises, only increase the volume.
He was thankful when somebody knocked on the door, hoping that it would be a hot new neighbour greeting him. But it wasn't. Instead he came face to face with the totally not hot landlady, wearing her best frown. She shoved the keys into his hands, "keys for each of you. Don't lose them because we don't pay for them to be recut." Could she sound any less depressed? "If you have any problems, please feel free to complain." By the look on her face, it appeared that she couldn't care less.
All he was doing was nodding, trying to avoid looking into her blank grey eyes. "Errr….sure." He placed his own in his pocket, knowing that he'd lose it otherwise. The woman turned to leave, "wait!" Now, if possible, she looked even more agitated, "why did the last guy leave this apartment so quickly? I read it in the file… it's a pretty good place and he kind of just packed up and left."
"Noise complaints," she said dryly. Oh right, the walls were pretty thin after all.
"Right," he nodded again. It was nice of Puck to tell him that. She tried to smile, her face unwillingly twisting in such a way, but it looked more of a grimace and he leant away from her slightly. "Have a good day," he managed to get out. He was definitely going to be nicer to this landlady than he was to the last one, certainly not putting water balloons in her car. Not that he'd ever think about that anyway…
When she left, he looked around at the apartment, only the big furniture having been placed inside and he frowned, knowing that he would have no help with the rest of the unpacking. So, instead of trying to persuade his new roommates, he left their keys on the side and hurried down to the car, the cold city air hitting him and causing some relief to his warm body. He juggled three boxes in his hands, slowly walking back up the stairs.
At one point, he almost dropped the top one. Thankfully a small hand reached out and held it steady. He followed the fingers, then the arm to see a small brunette smiling at him, no, beaming at him. "Thanks," he told her, unsure of whether to add anything else.
"My pleasure," she said in a high, sweet voice that, combined with the dazzling smile, left him in awe. But then she was rushing down the stairs, a bag swinging over her shoulder. Suddenly, he didn't think that moving was such a bad idea.
"Dude, will you not fucking drum on the walls next time me and Quinn are trying to enjoy ourselves? You threw me off man," Puck mumbled to him in the kitchen.
He looked to his friend with a glare of annoyance, "suck it up. I'm not listening to you two 'enjoying yourselves' every night. Learn to control yourself."
"No fucking way," he grinned, pulling a beer from the fridge. They'd finally unpacked, well apart from a few boxes, and the place was starting to feel homely, especially with the Xbox already set up and waiting for them. All they had to do was get Quinn out of there… But no, she was curled up on the sofa watching some chick flick with a hot chocolate in her hands. This was the first time that Finn had shared an apartment with a girl and it was not looking to be something beneficial for him.
He cursed under his breath as he hurried down the stairs, the wood complaining from his weight, and he tightened his jacket around him. Puck had sent him to go and get some more beer whilst he sat on his ass watching TV.
Reaching the lobby, he took one look outside the see rain falling relentlessly from the sky and made a note to make Puck pay for this. He opened the door, surprised when he almost collided with a very small, very wet girl.
"Oh sorry," she gushed, taking a step back into the rain. He held the door open for her, his eyes following her figure as she entered the lobby and tried to shake the water from her hair. A pang of recognition hit him when he realised it was the girl from a few days ago, the one who helped him. Despite being drenched from head to toe, she managed to grin his way, "thanks."
It took him a while to realise what she was thanking him for, before he mumbled a quiet, "no problem."
It was quiet
And dark
And he was perfectly comfortable in his bed…so why couldn't he sleep? Not to mention that he was worn out from his job, working overtime so he could save up for a trip back to Lima to see his parents. God, he was exhausted.
But every time he closed his eyes, his body wouldn't allow him to drift off. So he was just staring at the ceiling, hoping that the boredom would do it and he'd eventually just go to sleep.
That was when he heard the voice.
It was beautiful; so soft and smooth that it gave him goose bumps. He guessed that he must have been dreaming because, seriously, it was one in the morning and he was hearing singing. Or dreaming of hearing singing. And he hadn't exactly gone easy on that beer with Puck earlier. Still, made up or not, the voice was perfect.
Almost like a lullaby.
He could hear the words clearly, though no really knowing what they meant. For now, he was happy that they were lulling him into a soft slumber, a smile on his lips as it happened.
It happened again, only this time he wasn't sure whether he was dreaming or not. It sounded so clear and so real that it just leaves him wondering if he's going crazy. And he sat up in bed, looking around for any source of a voice, though he couldn't find any.
And then he realised that, the closer he got to the wall, the louder it became. So, hesitantly, he pressed his ear to the cold wall, hearing the voice crystal clear, and its powers on him only increasing. It truly was beautiful.
Who did this precious voice belong to?
He was desperate to know.
He couldn't believe that he stayed awake for a further hour just to bask in the perfection of this singer, this girl. He'd always enjoyed music, being a drummer, but this, this was something different and he knew it. This was something special. He tried to imagine the girl who owned such a gift, but every time he got close to an image, his brain would make it all blurry again.
Finn would just have to find out another way.
"Dude, did you hear singing last night?"
"Finn, what shit are you on? Singing? Are you crazy?"
The knocking on the door surprised him, especially since he wasn't expecting anyone and Puck and Quinn were still asleep, even though it was past midday. It was quite a party though.
And he was even more surprised when the person on the other side is nobody he knew. Instead, a small brunette who he'd ran into a total of two times, well three now. She was cradling her left hand in her right, before she looked up at him and asked, "Do you have a bandaid?"
He nodded, the only thing he could physically do. The other times when he'd met her, he hadn't really noticed how great she looked because he was sort of in a rush, but now she was just standing in front of him, looking up with big brown eyes that he almost got lost in. Her long hair had been tied back loosely and she wore a, very tight fitting, T-shirt alongside some shorts. Finn felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. Though, when he looked closer, the T-shirt was that of two kittens wearing tiaras. Hell, it was unique.
Finding words, he said, "just come in whilst I get one."
She took an eager step into the room, smiling despite her cut finger, and glanced around at the décor. "Have you just moved here?" she questioned, her eyes still occupied with the cut but her voice sounding interested.
Finn fumbled with the first aid kit, feeling like a nervous sixteen year old, "err…yeah. About two weeks ago actually. I'm staying with my friend and his girlfriend."
"Not living with your girlfriend?" she probed casually, a little too causally. He was caught off guard by the question though quickly recovered.
"I'm not dating anyone," he shook his head as he spoke, finding the desired item, "aha! Got one!" Smiling triumphantly, he strode back over to her, towering the girl by at least a foot. She held out her finger, which was still bleeding, though not heavily, and Finn carefully placed over the bandaid, his own fingers shaking.
She inspected it before smiling up at him, "thank you…"
"Finn," he said, offering his hand to shake. When she took his hand in hers, it was warm and soft and he couldn't help but smile back at the brunette.
"Rachel Berry," she told him confidently, "I like what you've done with the place. The last guy who lived here didn't exactly have the best interior style. Not to mention that he was extremely rude, not only to me but…" Finn's mind wandered, slightly amused at the fact that the girl wearing a kitten T-shirt was commenting on somebody else's style. Once more, he found himself staring at her body, more importantly her boobs. Okay, they weren't huge but they were girl boobs and that's kind of all that mattered. Oh crap, she caught him staring!
And now she was sending him a strange look, raising her eyebrow slightly.
"I like your kittens," he blurted out. God, just kill him now. End this embarrassment.
She smiled even wider, gushing over the words, "thank you! Others don't seem to share that opinion. You have no idea how many times my friend has tried to burn this top."
Finn laughed, "well, it certainly is something."
He couldn't help but think how adorable she looked, grinning like the Cheshire cat as he complimented her, or sort of complemented her. Still, it didn't do anything to damper her already cheerful mood.
"I hate to cut this short, but I was in the middle of cooking."
"Oh, so that's how you…" Instead of explaining, he held up his corresponding finger to her injured one and flexed it.
She nodded, "I'm afraid that I was being careless with the knife."
And then he laughed, unsure as to why, other than the fact that her being there is making him feel a little dizzy. But then she was laughing with him, her hand momentarily on his arm, her touch lingering. She straightened down her clothes, sending another award winning smile his way, "well thank you Finn, for helping out a damsel in distress. I really must be going through."
"Yeah," he nervously ran a shaky hand through his hair, "cool. Nice meeting you Rach."
By this point she had reached the door, though she stopped and turned to him a final time, her eyes suddenly shy. "You too."
He didn't see her for a while after that, which he kind of missed. True, she was gorgeous, but she was nice too and he wanted a chance to talk to her some more. It didn't help that Puck was taking up most of his time due to problems with Quinn. Apparently living together wasn't everything they dreamed of, especially now that their sex frenzy was other, something which Finn was eternally grateful for.
Still, the complaining of his friend was almost as bad.
It was a constant reminder of how long he'd gone without a girlfriend. He didn't feel as "lucky" as Puck said he was for living with a lack of female relationships.
And he was sort of angry at himself because every time he thought the word "girlfriend", Rachel would appear in his mind and it was sort of embarrassing since they'd spoken a total of three times and he already felt attracted to her.
When somebody was knocking on the door, Puck groaned loudly from the space where he was sprawled, taking another swig of his beer and sinking further into the couch. Finn rolled his eyes, throwing his own empty can at his roommate before slowly making his way to the door.
He was surprised, but secretly delighted, to see Rachel, her eyes wild and frantic, and she looked like she was about to explode. "Have you seen my cat?" she almost screeched before he had time to say hello, her hand gripping onto his arm tightly.
"Erm…no," he says a little confused, frowning when she literally deflated in front of him, her shoulders sinking low. And she appeared to be on the verge of tears. "Come in," he said before she got to that stage, leading her by the small of her back. Puck was already sitting up, apparently sensing a female presence nearby.
"'Sup hot stuff?" he asked with a casual nod and a smirk placed on his lips. Finn could've punched him.
But he didn't. Instead, he sent him a glare, adding to Rachel, "ignore him, he's having girlfriend problems and hasn't got laid in a week."
"I'm a sex shark Finn and she's smokin', come on! You can't expect me not to do something."
Rachel, somehow, managed to ignore Puck's comments and sat herself on the spare chair, her body perched stiffly on the edge. "I'm so worried," she admitted when he reached her again, pushing Puck's legs out of the way so that he could sit across from her, "I've only had him for two weeks."
"You'll find him." He didn't sound very reassuring. She must not have thought so either as, seconds later, tears were rolling down her cheeks.
"He's so small…he's only a kitten" she frowned. Still, it came as a surprise when she started to cry loudly, her face buried deep into her hands whilst he gave a none too comforting pat on the shoulder. It's not that he didn't think it was sad, but it was a cat. Could she really be that upset?
Puck, in all his insensitivities, was there to make it worse, "the fuck you crying about? It's just a cat." He grumbled to himself, before adding, "probably dead anyway."
Why Puck, why?
He didn't think he'd ever heard a worse reaction to one of Puck's statements. She was practically sobbing! Feeling sympathetic, he found his way near her, wrapping an arm around her slowly; glad when she didn't push him away. But she was getting his sleeve pretty wet…
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Puck smirking and rolled his eyes. "Rachel. Don't listen to him, I'm sure that your cat is safe." Her bottom lip was trembling as she looked up at him with deep brown eyes. He almost found himself lost in them as he said, "we'll keep an eye out for him, won't we Puck?" This earned an unenthusiastic mumble from his roommate but he didn't care: Rachel was almost smiling.
"Thank you," she rested a hand on his arm, eyes hopeful now. "That you so much," she repeated. Once she'd wiped her eyes, smearing her makeup in the process, she stood up and straightened out her clothes.
"I'm going to go and make myself more presentable," she declared, her eyes avoiding his, "I have to meet my friends soon." He thought that maybe she was trying to regain a little dignity, especially from Puck's comments. With watery eyes, she smiled up at him, "you've been a great help Finn. I know that I can count on you." Her small hand was soft against his arm and he beamed at her in reply, her words making him feel proud. She wiped the remaining moisture from her eyes and slowly walked towards the door, her eyes locking onto his as if she wanted to say something else. And he felt that she totally would have if his stupid roommate wasn't sat there swirling the contents of his beer can around idly.
With the tiniest of waves, she left his sight, closing the door behind her.
Puck was starting off again, muttering under his breath about her being a "crazy cat lady" but Finn didn't listen. He had other priorities…like finding the damn cat. Just so that he could see her again, to have all of her gratitude. He must have said this out loud as Puck was suddenly laughing. "You are so desperate! Aren't you allergic to those fleabags anyway?"
Oh crap.
She came by later that evening with a picture of her cat for his own reference. For someone who wasn't really into them, he supposed that it was cute enough, though by the way that she was gushing over it and repeatedly saying "adorable," he knew that the cat was cute, for Rachel anyways.
And, thankfully, the apartment was Puck-less so he doesn't think twice about inviting her in. So, the fifth time they talked, they actually talked. She sipped at her fresh orange juice whilst he had one of Puck's expensive beers, payback for the way he spoke to Rachel.
It felt almost refreshing, like the beginning of something. For so long his friendship had been reserved for Puck and Quinn but now he could share it with somebody else. Rachel talked about things that he'd never heard of before and, honestly, most of it he forgot quickly. However, that didn't mean that everything left his mind, such as the way that she smiled more brightly as she spoke with passion, her eyes almost sparkling. Or how she would lick her lips every time she took a sip of her drink.
This led to further problems for Finn. It was bad enough thinking about her when she wasn't there, but when she was there, the feelings came on with greater determination. It was kind of intimidating actually and he wondered how he was able to form coherent sentences with her within five feet of her.
He had it bad.
It'd been three months since he'd moved in.
Three months since he'd first heard the voice.
And that night it didn't disappoint him.
As he sat listening, completely hypnotised by it, he realised why he liked it so much. Yes, it was beautiful, better than those that dominated the radio and music channels, but this voice, it made him feel something. He'd never experienced that before.
He wasn't exactly sure what he felt, or why it made him feel that way, but it touched something inside him. He knew that the voice was special and whoever it belonged to was special too. Someday he'd hopefully find this mystery person.
For now, he was content with letting the voice sway him into a sweet slumber.
Puck and Quinn were officially back together, not that he really remembered them breaking up, but they were their words, not his. Unfortunately for him, this meant that they were making up for lost weeks.
By the third night of it, he was pretty pissed. Didn't even Puck have a sex limit?
He found himself leaving the apartment in a huff, mumbling angrily as he locked the door. When he spun around to reach the stairs, he found himself looking over a small presence. No, not looming. He'd actually walked into the person, resulting in them, and their three stuffed grocery bags, spilling onto the floor inelegantly. He scrunched up his eyes, cursing himself for being so clumsy before going to help said person.
And it sucked that he recognised her.
"Crap," he reached out his hand to the brunette, easily lifting her off the ground. "I didn't see you," he explained, prepared for the worst.
But she was smiling. "I suppose I should be used to that," she commented cheerily, "being so small." He was so happy that she wasn't angry at him, so happy that it scared him. Should he want her to like him so much? Was it too soon? Her hand was still in his and he pulled away in a panic, clearing his throat.
"Yeah," he replied lamely, avoiding her gaze.
With a sigh, she bent down to start picking up her groceries, repackaging them quickly yet neatly. It took him a mere second to begin helping, his arm stretching over hers and he reached for the discarded objects.
One in particular caught his eye. "What's tofu?" he asked, holding the strange block-like substance in his hand and giving it a look of confusion, caution and slight disgust.
Rachel laughed, "It's coagulated soy milk." When she took it from him, she smiled as their hands touched, "and, despite the preconceptions that many people have, it's actually a rather good cooking ingredient."
"Wait! You eat it?" he asked in complete shock.
"Well…yes. It adds some variety into my diet and is high in protein," she pointed at him as she spoke, her voice factual. "I'm a vegan," she added.
His face fell, "oh I'm sorry."
"What?"
"You're a vegan."
Shaking her head slightly, she asked, "and that's bad because…?"
"Isn't that like, an eating disorder or something?" He stopped talking; catching the look that she was giving him.
"No." She was trying to hold in the laughs, really trying, but his words, along with his expression were too much and she bent over in full on belly laughs, her cheeks turning pink from doing so. She even, embarrassingly, snorted in the midst of it all. Finn, on the other hand, looked stricken with panic. When she finally had herself under control, she took a few deep breathes and put him out of his misery, her hand naturally finding its way into his, "a vegan is somebody who doesn't eat meat or any animal products. You know, like milk, eggs…"
Finn scrunched up his nose, "what do you eat?"
"Plenty," she replied, motioning to her groceries. "Hence why I've bought food. To eat." Whilst she picked up the bag nearest her, he grabbed the other two in his arms, holding them tightly against his chest. Smiling, she produced a set of keys from her pocket and walks over to the door next to his, quickly opening it. When she steps inside, he quickly follows her. He sets the bags down on the kitchen counter, seeing that they layout is basically the same as in his, except that the decorations are different, very different.
They had"modern" things. Leather couches. Flat screen TV. The most expensive coffee table known to man.
But Rachel, she hadcute, homely things. Her couches, fairly new, looked so inviting and he though that he'd just sink right into it if he sat down. And their apartment was pretty plain, like neutral colours and all but her living room was red, bright red. Everything was mismatched but, in a way, he sort of liked it.
She had vanished into a room, only to return without her jacket, revealing a short pencil skirt and blue polka dot blouse. He couldn't help but smile at her and she returned the same, if nor bigger, smile in his direction, practically bouncing over to him. "Thank you for helping me with these," she was right beside him, their arms touching, "although it was you who first made me drop them."
"Yeah, I'm sort of clumsy," he said sheepishly. Stood in the middle of the kitchen, he felt a little awkward. "Err…any luck finding your cat yet?"
Rachel was suddenly sad, looking down at the floor, "no." She tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, "no, I haven't."
"Don't worry," he smiled brightly, "I'm sure that you'll find him soon. I don't know why anything would leave this place. It's pretty awesome in here." He glanced at the large gold star clock on the far wall, grinning to himself.
Her lips twitched as she fought her own smile.
"Do you want something to drink?" she asked, catching him off guard. He was going to go out but he suddenly had no desire to do that. Rachel looked so unsure of what he'd say and he almost felt guilty. Did he look hesitant?
"Sure," he replied to put her at ease, "I'll just have whatever you're having." With that, he slowly walked over to the couch and fell into the plump cushions. If possible, it was comfier that it looked. He felt his eyes drooping slightly from his tiredness. Due to Puck and Quinn "reacquainting" after the few weeks apart, he'd hardly had a good night sleep, not to mention the fact that he usually stayed up until the small hours of the morning on the Xbox. A moment later, Rachel appeared, placing two glasses of some strange pink liquid on the coffee table. Finn guessed that she must like pink, judging by the amount of pink ornaments placed around the room.
When she bent over to place down the drinks, he was pretty sure that he caught a glimpse of some pink underwear too. Yep, definitely one of her favourite colours. She stood up straight, award winning smile plastered onto her face, "I have cookies too, if you want some."
"Awesome," he said, increasing her grin a thousand times. Spinning on her heel, she quickly returned to the kitchen whilst he took hold of his drink, examining it as if a foreign new object which it actually kind of was, to him anyway. Seeing her returning, he quickly took a sip, pleasantly surprised by the sweet taste that it offered. Rachel sat down next to him softly, the cushion barely shifting under her weight. She held the plate of cookies towards him, a persuasive smile lingering on her lips.
He eagerly took one, taking a large bite out of it. "These are the best cookies ever!" He knew that he sounded childish, but her smile after he spoke seemed to cancel that out.
"I've been perfecting the recipe for months," she explained whilst he happily munched away. She grinned as he reached for another.
"I don't see how these could taste any better. Did you really make them?" he asked with a lop-sided grin.
Rachel leant forward to get one for herself, their hands brushing together slightly before he pulled away with a nervous smile. She took a small nibble and smiled in approval. "I like to bake things when I'm feeling anxious," she confessed, "and I'm ashamed to say that I've been indulging in a lot of cookies these past few days."
"Ah, that's not bad," he shrugged, "some things out there are worse than cookies. At least you're not putting drugs in them or something like that. You're not putting drugs in them, right? 'Cause then they'd be like, space cookies."
She gasped as she feigned being insulted. "There only thing that's gone into those cookies is love."
Finn thought that she was the most adorable girl he'd ever met.
She sent him back to his apartment hours later with a box of her cookies and an urge to see her more often.
He didn't like being there.
It was hot, stuffy and it smelled really bad.
But Puck had forced him to go.
The basement of the apartment block was certainly one of his least favourite places in the entire world. He searched through box after box for those stupid Christmas ornaments that Quinn wanted. She had shouted for so long, and loudly, that he was probably deaf in his left ear. He sneezed for what felt like the hundredth time, cursing to himself about letting Puck push him around like this.
And all of a sudden it smelt even worse than before.
Removing another box, he was confronted with a mess of animal droppings on the concrete floor, a dead mouse a few inches away. "Oh, that's gross," he muttered, holding the collar of his shirt over his mouth and nose.
"Meeoow," the high, distinct sound of a cat echoed around the dingy room and he jumped at it, startled by its appearance in the otherwise silent room. Not to mention that he had no idea where the cat was.
As he moved another box, he was attacked by a mixture of dust and cat hair and, sure enough, the culprit stood directly behind the spot that he'd just cleared. He knew that cat. That was Rachel's cat, or kitten. However old it was. But that didn't matter. He needed to get that damn thing back to her. Not only would it make her happy but it would be an excuse to see her again. He stopped to sneeze once more before lunging at the hairy beast, who managed to sidestep him before he came within an inch of him.
"You little…" he couldn't even think of a worse bad enough to express his annoyance. And the cat was fucking playing innocent, almost smiling back up at him with those big eyes. Rachel had big eyes too, and they were pretty easy to get lost in…
He shook his head, trying to focus on the task. Rifling through the boxes, he found an old shoe, removing the lace and dangling it in front of the kitten's eyes. As expected, it couldn't resist the tattered old material and sank its claws into it in an instant, clinging on like its life depended on it. Finn had a smug smile as he captured the little fur ball in his large hands, not surprised when it tried to fight back. But, it was a little tiny cat thing and he was a six foot three ex-footballer. He had no doubt in his mind as to who would win.
Forgetting completely about his initial task, he ran up the stairs two by two, trying to prevent another sneeze though the familiar feeling was returning to his nose. When he released the sneeze over the kitten, completely by accident of course, he almost laughed at the particularly human expression of shock on its small features.
He banged on the door of Rachel's apartment, waiting impatiently as the cat clawed at his fingers. "Ow!" he said when it caught a sensitive area of skin, resisting the urge to put it back in the dark basement with barely any food.
But when Rachel appeared in front of him, her eyes opened wider than he thought humanly possible and she grabbed the kitten from his hands, pressing it firmly against her chest in a hug. He was insanely jealous. He wanted to be pressed against her chest like that.
Then he suddenly was.
Her hug was bone crushing, even for him, yet the harder she squeezed, the better he felt. She ushered him into the room quickly, giving out a small squeak when he sneezed once more. "I'm sorry," he sniffed, "I have a cat allergy."
"Oh, I-I didn't know," she said like she should have. Once more, her face lit up, "I have some allergy tablets," she remembered, "my friend's boyfriend is allergic to cats and dogs, so I decided to be the ever thoughtful host and stock up for when they ever visited." As she spoke, she reached into one of the top cupboards (having to stand on her tiptoes) and pulled out a box of allergy tablets.
She poured him a glass of water and handed two of the tablets to him with an apologetic smile. Once he'd downed them, he followed her over to the couch where they returned to the same positions they had not over a week ago, the only difference being that the skinny little fleabag had curled up on the middle cushion, directly between them.
"Thank you for finding him Finn," she said with the most sincere smile, her hand finding his and giving a small squeeze, "I was beginning to lose hope."
"I'm your knight in shining armour, remember?" he grinned, thinking back to when she'd referred to herself as the 'damsel in distress'. Finn never really considered himself to be an attentive person, but he would have been blind not to see the blush on her face, travelling down her neck. She was suddenly very quiet, though still smiling. He glanced around the room, "so what were you doing before I interrupted?"
Rachel shot up abruptly. "Well, I was going to light my menorah."
"Your what?" Now he was blushing. Was that an innuendo for something? Puck was always coming up with them, snickering when Finn reacted in either discomfort of shock.
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, creasing the smooth skin of her forehead. "My menorah. It's the second day of Hanukkah today," she said brightly, walking (or more skipping) over to her window where there were a set of menorah candles, and Finn actually recognised them now.
"Oh right," his voice directly behind her made her jump at first, especially with her back almost touching his chest, "you're Jewish then?"
"Yes," she said, "didn't you notice my lack of Christmas decorations?"
"I thought that maybe you were just a scrooge," he joked.
"Never," Rachel laughed. She left momentarily before returning with a box of matches. "Ordinarily I would do this with my fathers but they're on a vacation in Egypt at the minute," she sighed, "which is the first time the Berry tradition has been broken. Never fear though because this has led to the wonderful opportunity for you to help me."
Turning to face him, she noticed just how close they were. Her eyes lingered on his lips for a minute and she softly bit her lower lip, before meeting his gaze, "would you help me Finn? It would be very chivalrous of you."
He didn't know what that meant, he only knew that it must be something good, but she had this look in her eye, like he was a bar of chocolate that she wanted to eat up, and he found his hand reaching for the box of matches. When one was successfully lit, her hand led him to the first candle, then slowly to the second where their hands remained, her skin gently brushing against his own, creating a heat that had nothing to do with the flames nearby.
Her small body was turned toward him and he really thought that they were going to kiss.
But they didn't.
As he was slowly leaning down, she blurted out the words. "I baked something for you."
"Oh."
Their faces were inches apart and they'd both sort of ruined the moment. Looking slightly regretful, she ran toward the kitchen area, leaving Finn confused. He guessed that he was kind of hungry too.
He wasn't exactly sure how it happened. Okay, maybe he was. Every time he went to her apartment, she'd baked something new for him to try, something which was always sweet and delicious. Was she trying to fatten his up like in that story about those two kids? He knew that the thought was ridiculous, but once she'd even shown up for no reason with an apple and rhubarb strudel in her hands, grinning at him.
He was now her "guinea pig" for food, mainly baked deserts. Not that he didn't like it. He totally loved it. He was just hoping that he was more to her than somebody to try out her latest idea.
When she came by with a series of cookbooks, telling him to make a list of anything he'd like her to make, he told her exactly what he was feeling.
"I have to admit," she said, her eyes stuck on the floor, "that there is something between us Finn and I find myself very attracted to you, but I need to focus on my Broadway career before starting a committed relationship. I'm so close to making it big. I-I just don't want to let anything distract me." She finally looked at him, she did so sadly. "I hope that we can keep our friendship. I really enjoy baking for you and I know that you like it too. I just don't want to mess up what we have now."
He observed her for a minute, unsure of how he felt about it. She wanted him to wait, but how long would that be? Finn knew that he didn't exactly have any other girls lining up to be with him, yet there was always the possibility of dating in the future. Was Rachel worth that?
"I care about you a lot Rachel," he started off.
"As do I," she clutched the cookbooks closer to her chest, biting her lip gently. Finn's mind went crazy as he found himself staring at her lips once again.
He shook his head before continuing, feeling like a love struck sixteen year old, "I really want to be with you. Rach, you can still do well in Broadway and be dating somebody."
"I don't want to take the chance," she said quickly. "I know that I probably sound irrational now but Broadway is my life. For as long as I can remember it's been my dream, my one true goal. There's only one Broadway Finn."
"There's only one me, too."
Silence.
Then she stood up. "I'm sorry Finn." She reached down and kissed his cheek, her warm breathe making his skin tingle. "I hope that we're still friends. I'll leave these here," she lowered the books onto the table, "but if you don't want anything, just give me them back later. I'll understand." She slowly left the room, casting one more glance at him, her eyes uncertain. When he heard the door shut, he sighed loudly.
He should have just kept his damn mouth shut.
Finn didn't see her for a few weeks after that, which sort of sucked. But he was busy with work and Puck dragged him out every day or so to help him pull girls. He always threw away the numbers when he got back.
And, despite feeling tired, he had more and more trouble falling asleep. And he noticed that the singing had almost stopped. When it did appear, it was always sad songs, songs that he didn't want to hear. About lost loves and broken hearts. Every time it reminded him of Rachel and he was left missing her more than ever.
One night, he couldn't take it anymore.
He didn't care that it was past midnight, or that he was wearing his pyjamas (some old shorts and a vest top), but he just had to see her. Knocking on the door, he started to doubt himself, yet it was too late.
She was there, looking at him with confusion. "Finn, it's one in the morning. Are you sleepwalking?" Shaking his head, he stepped into the room without invitation. Finn noticed that she was in her day clothes. When she saw him staring, she explained, "Rehearsal ran really late tonight."
"Rehearsal?" he frowned.
"I didn't tell you?" her eyes lit up, "I got a part in Wicked." She squealed with delight, "I'm playing Elphaba! How exciting is it Finn?"
He grinned, "yeah, I'm sure you'll be awesome." Suddenly his nose was ambushed by the most wonderful of smells, "Hmm, what's that?" he asked with a slightly dreamy expression.
"I'm baking something," she clasped her hands together before jumping off the couch and heading into the small kitchen. "It's only cupcakes but I couldn't sleep and I started thinking about you and then I felt like baking something." He wasn't the only one doing a lot of thinking lately then.
"Where's your cat?" he questioned, trying to change the subject, especially when she was looking at him with those eyes.
"Oh," she looked a little disappointed, "he's in my bedroom." It was quiet as she bent down to open the oven, taking out the cupcakes and placing them on the side. He was drooling already. He was walking over to her, returning her huge smile. As he tried to take one, she quickly smacked away his hand, "hey! They're too hot for you to have one now. Not to mention that they still need decorating."
He tried to give her puppy dog eyes, but she was stronger than that and shook her head firmly. She even tapped his nose with the end of a wooden spoon, "Nu huh mister. You'll just have to be patient." And she spun so quickly that some of her hair hit him. He watched contently as she began making a buttercream, humming to herself as she did.
Soon, the hums became words and Finn had to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. It was her voice. She was the one who he heard singing all the time. Listening to her song without the wall to muffle it was enthralling.
Finn wanted to slap himself. How could he not realise? She lived next door to him and that's where the voice came from. Maybe he was less observant than he thought.
It also meant that Rachel's room was right next to his; that they slept within metres of each other. This thought had his heart beating quickly.
"I missed you," he told her when she became silent once more. She looked up at her, her smile so big that he thought her cheeks must be hurting.
"Really?"
He took a step closer, "yes and, just so you know, when you're ready to start dating, once you've wowed everyone with your amazing Broadway talents, I'll be here. I'll always be here Rach."
She put down the mixing bowl and hugged him tightly, her face pressed against his chest. She was so warm and soft and he could have hugged her forever. "Thank you so much Finn. I-I," she tried, unable to say anything else as she pressed herself into him.
When she did pull back, there were tears in her eyes. She stood up on her tiptoes and her lips were suddenly on his. Finn was taken aback at first before he felt himself get lost in the kiss. After all that time of just looking at those luscious lips, he finally got to experience them, to taste them. It was the best few minutes he'd experienced in a long time.
He could easily become addicted to kisses like that.
Rachel tore her lips off his, a small smile teasing them. He was grinning like an idiot.
"Finn, get off your butt. I'm going to get you laid if it kills me," Puck had abruptly told him not a minute after he'd returned from work.
He shrugged off his coat, "no thanks man. I'm good."
The man on the opposite side of the room halted in his tracks. "What the hell is wrong with you? Since when did you become such a homo?" He looked at Finn with disbelief in his brown eyes, "you seriously telling me that you don't wanna hook up with some hot girl?" Puck shook his head, "fucking unbelievable."
"Just lay off will you!" he sighed loudly before collapsing onto the couch, "not all of us just hump and jump girls. I'm surprised that you've stayed with Quinn this long."
Puck had slowly walked up to him, plopping down on the couch himself with an annoyed expression. "Finn, you're my bro. We have to do things like this for each other. I have a girl, so it's only fair that you should get one too."
"And what if I already have a girl?"
"What?"
Finn turned his head, "nothing."
"You said that you already have a girl…who? Is she hot?"
He scoffed, "is that all you think about?"
His friend nodded with a grin, leaning nearer the taller man. "So are you gonna tell me Hudson or am I going to have to beat it out of you?"
"You don't know her," he said quickly, "well…not really anyway."
Puck raised his eyebrow, "so I've met her?" Finn nodded hesitantly whilst Puck began to quickly think of the girls that he knew, the ones who would possibly be a good match for Finn. "Fuck, I give up. I don't know any girls who'd wanna have sex with you."
"Thanks for the confidence boost man," Finn said dryly, narrowing his eyes.
"Hey," Puck held up his hands earnestly, "that's what friends are for." He fell back into a more comfortable position, "so what's her name?"
Finn sighed, "If I tell you her name, will you leave me alone?" The nod in return was a little too eager. "Fine," he growled, "she's called Rachel."
"Cool," Puck smirked, his face suddenly changing into an expression of recognition, "wait, the crazy cat girl was called Rachel…"
"Well done," he rolled his eyes, "you're a little genius, aren't you?"
"Fuck you Hudson," his friend frowned, "I'm just saying… you sure that you should tap that? I mean, don't get me wrong, she was hot and all, but she was kinda intense too."
"Puck," he began, "me and Rach have been friends for months now, not that you'd notice because you're too busy fucking the brains out of your girlfriend. But if you did decide to pay any attention, you'd kind of realise that she's an awesome person. She's like, round here all the time."
This all seemed to be new to the man. "Why do I never see her then?"
Finn's face scrunched up in distaste, "You want me to say it again?"
His comment was ignored. "So, how long have you been dating?"
"Well," he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "We're not actually dating yet. It's complicated."
The only response he got was his so called friend laughing in his face.
He didn't really know how to act around her for a while. Were they actually together or not? Rachel was sending out a lot of mixed signals.
One minute she'd be kissing him hello, hugging him closely, but if he tried anything remotely couple-y, she'd freeze up.
He kind of wished that it was much easier.
Lay in bed, he found it difficult to really do anything. The radiators in the building were broken, meaning that it was like, a million degrees and he couldn't do anything about it. Well, except for sleep naked but he was still boiling.
He couldn't help but let his mind wander to Rachel and what she was wearing right now, or what she wasn't wearing. A sly grin slid onto his face at that thought, followed by a hot blush to his cheeks.
Wiping some of the sweat from his forehead, he slowly got up and made his way to the kitchen where he splashed some cold water on his face. The relief only lasted a few seconds but it was good enough. Though he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he jumped a little when his phone vibrated on the coffee table, the screen glowing into life.
Finn sleepily made his way over, the air feeling thick around him, and he picked up the device, his face brightening up when he saw the text from Rachel.
[Hey, are you still awake?]
He couldn't have replied faster. *Yes, I think my face is melting off*
It encouraged him that she replied with just as much speed, if not more. [Do you want to come over? I have a fan and ice cold water waiting…]
The image that came into his head was exactly what he was trying to avoid thinking about with Rachel.
Was she trying to kill him?
He crept over to her door, opening it with sweaty hands, due to the heat and his own nerves.
Only a few of the lamps were on, leaving a dim lighting around the living room and every other barely lit. He could see the television on in the far corner, though the sound was overshadowed by that of the large fan directed to the couch that he could see the back of. He sighed with relief when he felt some of the cold hair hit his warm skin.
A few seconds later, Rachel sat up with a sleepy smile on her face, motioning for him to join her. There was some hair plastered to her forehead from the sweat and her cheeks were pink too. When he neared, he saw how little she had on. A pair of barely there shorts and a skimpy tank top were all that covered her small body. And Finn was pretty sure that she wasn't wearing a bra. From his angle above her, he could easily take advantage of that but he was a gentleman…and he'd probably get caught too.
He sat down next to her, surprised when she pulled him down to lay beside her small frame. Lay behind her, he only got a little of the fresh air provided by the fan, but it was enough. Her small fingers reached and pulled his arm around her waist, holding it there defiantly, not that he'd ever move it away. She felt so soft beneath him.
Her shirt had ridden up and his fingers brushed against the exposed skin of her stomach. Through his own, very loud heartbeat, he heard her let out a content sigh. She moved, her back arching against him, and he smiled widely, wishing that they could stay like this forever.
They didn't speak.
They didn't need to speak.
It was as if their movements, not matter how small or insignificant, were better at communicating through words.
When he thought she were asleep, he kissed her shoulder lovingly, his lips grazing against the bronze skin with a faint smile.
She was so beautiful.
He was so lucky.
The first thing he woke up to that morning was something wet on his nose. He twitched it a few times, keeping his eyes closed. Maybe he was still dreaming.
But then it came again and it was sort of rough.
And he really needed to sneeze.
Lazily opening his eyes, he came face to face with that goddamn cat. What was his name? Oh yeah, Fig… something. Fig roll? No…
He realised that his efforts were in vain as he saw the tag hanging from the front of his collar. Figaro. He knew it! Well, not really but he was close enough. Apparently the cat was named after the one from Pinocchio because Rachel loved Disney. And cats. So a Disney cat is her idea of heaven or something. He may have been zoned out for the most of that conversation.
"Figaro!" he heard her scolding the kitten, pulling him off the couch and softly dropping him to the floor, giving him a small shove in the direction of the bedroom. "Sorry," she said sheepishly to him, "I didn't realise he was there."
Finn let out the sneeze loudly, rubbing his itchy nose. "It's fine. I'll just take some of the allergy tablets." He stood up, the cold air brushing around him, "hey, they fixed the radiators!"
He followed Rachel to the kitchen where she was busy cooking. Sitting on the counter, he asked playfully, "Whatcha making?"
"Blueberry pancakes," she chirped enthusiastically.
His mouth was watering already. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're awesome?" He sneezed once more, much louder than before, though he didn't miss the way that she beamed toward him. It made his chest feel tight and happy. And he didn't have to feel like that was a bad thing anymore because they were sort of together anyway… well, not really but- Finn couldn't really explain it.
They acted like a normal couple, minus the PDA and sex, he really wanted that. He cared for her more than he had for any girl. These feelings were all new to him and he loved every minute of the high he got from her presence. He just hoped that the feeling were mutual.
Rachel stepped away from the pan a moment, rummaging for the allergy tablets and throwing them up at him.
"Thanks," he mumbled. As she prepared the food, he noticed that she was being unusually quiet, and he knew that it was morning and all, but this was Rachel. "You're not very talkative this morning."
"Mhmmm," she replied, if you could call it a reply. Maybe it was her time of the month. That's what Puck always said when Quinn was acting strange.
"How's rehearsals going?" he tried again, noticing that she stiffened at his words. It must have been a touchy subject. God knows how many times she'd spent complaining about her "incompetent and unambitious" cast whom she was "forced to share the same air with, let alone work with".
She pulled the pan off the heat, keeping her back to him. "T-they're fine," she told him, unconvincingly, as she stacked up the pancakes onto a plate for him. Without a glance in his direction, she pushed the plate near him.
But he didn't take them. Finn stared at her with confusion and curiosity. Never before had she given such a simple answer when he asked about well, her. God knew that she liked to talk about herself and he found it strange that she'd responded in such a way. He jumped from the counter, standing directly behind her. "You okay babe?" When he placed his hands gently of her shoulders he felt how tense she was.
Rachel spun around, forgetting that she was supposed to be cooking, and buried her face in his chest, melting into his embrace. "Rachel…" he frowned, worry creasing across his face.
"Just hold me, okay?"
"But I-"
"Shush," she said quietly, "please just do as I say." Her words made him more than confused, although it was momentarily blinded when she said, "I always feel safe when you hold me in your big strong arms." He could tell that she was smiling by the way she spoke. Yet she was keeping pretty tight lipped about her sudden need for a comforting hug. Finn assumed that this wasn't a good sigh and, one way or another, he was going to have to get it out of her.
She pressed her nose into her shirt, inhaling deeply. "Are you smelling me?" He chuckled.
"You always smell really nice," she told him with a small shrug, her arms still around his waist, "it just puts me at ease, you know?"
He did know.
The same way that the sound of her voice would instantly make every muscle in his body relax or how her eyes would carry him in a calming trance as he fell deeper and deeper into them. But he didn't want to sound weird by telling her that so he smiled and nodded.
"Anyway," Rachel grinned, pulling back. "Eat your breakfast. I'm sure they could hear your stomach growling from the other side of New York." With that, she patted his belly and returned to her own pancakes.
Finn didn't wipe the huge grin off his face as he ate.
Or as he worked for the next few hours.
Or even as Puck teased him for being a "fucking pansy" and leaving him to spend the night at Rachel's.
It only increased when she snuggled against his neck not five minutes into the film they were watching. "You're my best friend Finn," she whispered into his striped sweater, the words barely audible.
He was sure that his cheeks were going to hurt from smiling too much.
"We should go bowling," he announced when he walked into her apartment. She popped her head around her bedroom door upon hearing him enter.
A small smile played on her lips, "what?"
"Bowling," he repeated, falling onto her couch. "You're really stressed out about your play and we don't really do anything but sit in here…watch movies…bake…talk. Not that I don't like that," he added when he caught her sideway glance, "it's just that it'd be nice to go out and do something. What do you say?" Finn threw in a large grin in hope that it would sway her.
She quickly came to join him, biting her lip as she sat down. "I-I've never been bowling before," she admitted, glancing in the opposite direction of him.
"Don't worry," he nudged her side, "I'll go easy on you."
Rachel narrowed her eyes, raising her eyebrow "excuse me?"
Finn grinned, hiding his obvious discomfort from her glare. Barely a few seconds had passed before he took her hand and pulled her up, maybe tugging a little too hard as she almost flew straight past him. Luckily his arm caught her around the waist. "Sorry," he said sheepishly, "sometimes I forget that people are smaller than me and you're like, really small. Like tiny."
She rolled her eyes, though was amused by his expression, "I may be small but I'm about to kick your ass at bowling." She sauntered ahead of him, a killer smirk on her lips. Finn followed like a love-struck boy, which he suspected he was turning into.
After two games, four strikes, two spares and a scary moment when Rachel almost knocked him out with a ball, they found themselves slowly, very slowly, walking back to their apartment block.
"I can't believe you won," she pouted.
"I can't believe that you didn't kill anyone," he stared straight ahead, eyes wide. Maybe he was still a little traumatised. Her head snapped toward him and he frowned, "oh, that was out loud, wasn't it? Crap."
Rachel laughed, "in spite of said incident, I thought that I played rather well for a beginner."
Finn had a different opinion, though he wasn't going to be sharing that with her any time soon. He grinned when she started singing, receiving strange glares from the public walking past them though Rachel was on too much of a high to notice.
He hadn't heard her sing in a while, not even at night when her voice echoed through the thin walls. Many times he would wonder why she stopped. But most of the time he was pondering the idea that maybe she could hear him too and she knew that he'd been listening to her. He didn't want to seem like the stalker type. That's what stalkers did right? Become obsessed with people, addicted to them.
He knew that he was addicted to her voice.
As she sang, he couldn't help but join in with a few of the words, offering the few lyrics he knew. Rachel grinned and bounced beside him, doing this adorable skip/dance whilst shaking her hair from side to side.
He watched her in complete awe. How is it that the more time he spent with her, the more he fell for her?
Did she feel the same way?
He slowly made his way into the bedroom and got changed, before flopping onto his bed in a heap. That shift at work had left him tired and sore all over. Being a fireman had its perks but sometimes he was left a little worse for wear, his muscles aching and body screaming out for sleep.
And yet he couldn't sleep.
With his eyes scrunched shut, he willed himself to do so, only becoming frustrated when it didn't happen.
His left arm is almost throbbing and he gently rubs at the skin to make himself feel better.
He doesn't.
If only Rachel was there. She could sing to him, that would definitely help, or perhaps she could give him a massage and soothe the pain of the job. He couldn't help but think of all of the other things she could do with her hands…
Eventually, he managed to drift into an uncomfortable sleep.
It didn't last for long.
He wasn't sure what woke him up, but he certainly knew what had kept him awake. It was Rachel's voice, drifting into his ears. Only, she wasn't singing. She was talking to somebody and he couldn't even tell who it was.
Curiously, he pressed his ear against the wall, wondering who this mystery person was.
"Thank you sir, for this opportunity, for being so kind to me, for everything," Rachel sounded excited, or just really, really happy. He remembered her telling him of how the cast were going to celebrate opening night with an after party. She must have just returned. And this person who she was calling "sir", he assumed that it was the director, Paul Walker, whom she only ever complimented. It was kind of annoying how much she looked up to him, though Finn would never be caught saying that.
"The pleasure was all mine." Okay, so the guy had said five words and Finn already hated him. Actually, he thought that he disliked him even before that.
What were they doing in her room anyway?
Curiosity made him stay by the wall, listening eagerly.
"You were wonderful tonight," Paul told her, "so beautiful." Finn was not cool with that, only he was allowed to say that Rachel was beautiful, or tell her anyway. Because he'd been waiting for her and there was no way in hell that this bozo could just come in and whisk her away.
Finn was glad to hear the hesitation in the girl's voice. "T-thank you." A moment later he heard her shriek, hissing, "what are you doing?"
"Come on Rachel, this could be a strategical career choice for you. You're a smart girl. Do the right thing."
"The right thing, Mr Walker, is to send you out of my apartment this very minute!" Finn was silently egging on Rachel, whilst at the same time trying to mentally channel his hate toward the other man. "I've told you, I am currently working on a relationship with somebody else, somebody kind and gentle and caring and who would never refer to sex as a strategical career choice. Now I want you to lea-" She was cut off and Finn panicked once more.
He panicked as he ran out of his room, down the hallway and barged into her apartment.
But panic was replaced by blind fury as he dragged Paul from Rachel, who was otherwise pinned beneath his frame against the wall, and went to punch the man. She, despite the way he'd just treated her, still went to protect him. "Finn, don't!" His fist slowed and slowly lowered to the ground whilst at all time he glared toward Paul.
His face was inches away from the shocked yet terrified one. Finn easily had a few inches on this guy. "You ever touch her again and I'll-"
Rachel silenced him, her own eyes narrowing at Paul. "I think it would be best if you left. Now." He squirmed as he escaped from the room, the door slamming after him.
Finn watched as Rachel leaned against the wall, holding her face in her hands. "How could I be so stupid?"
"Hey," he said quietly, encasing her body in his, "you're not stupid. It's not your fault that guys act that way around you."
"You don't act that way," she said with a smile.
He smiled too. "Well 'course not. Knights are brave and honourable and…what's that word again?"
"Chivalrous?"
"Yeah," he nodded, "that too."
She grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a long hug. "You really are my knight in shining armour. Except…you're in your pyjamas now." She giggled at the end as Finn blushed when he realised he was wearing a, very old, power rangers shirt as part of those pyjamas. "I guess I'm not the only one with childish T-shirts then." He grinned in response, only to have his jaw literally hit the ground at her next words, "but I'd much rather see you without it on, without anything on preferably." And she was looking at him like she wanted to eat him.
Oh God.
"Finn?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and frowning.
He shook his head, muttering a sorry before bombarding her lips with his own. "Are you …sure …. you want …to …do this?... What about …concentrating on …Broadway?" He asked between kisses.
She bit her lip nervously, "I honestly don't think I can wait that long. I need you Finn. Like, right now." She ground herself against him and he could have died and gone to heaven.
"Thank God," he breathed loudly, attacking her mouth again. She hoisted herself onto him, her legs around his waist as he headed towards the bed. That was when he saw that dammed little cat, lying in the exact spot where he was just about to place her. Maybe he should just squish the little fucker.
Rachel noticed this too and returned to her feet, pulling him by his hand out of the room. "There's a guest room," she told him with a smirk.
And his mood only increased when he realised that it was right next to Puck and Quinn's room.
It was definitely payback time.
Thank heavens for the thin walls, and Rachel's extremely loud noises.
"So," he asked when they lay in bed the next morning, Rachel's head on his chest as he ran his fingers through her soft hair, "you meant what you said last night? About not waiting any longer…"
He really hoped that she'd say what he wanted.
She gave a content sigh, "I meant it Finn, of course I did. I'm surprised that I even lasted this long. You're such a tease."
He scoffed, "oh, you can talk about that. Don't think I didn't notice the way you kept pretending to drop your baking things the other day just so you could bend over and pick them up...in that really, really short skirt."
"Pretending?" she laughed, shaking her head, "What are you implying Mr Hudson?"
Staring at him with those gorgeous chocolate eyes and smirking, plump lips, she raised an eyebrow. Finn didn't even reply, merely catching her lips in a soft kiss. "I love you," he said quietly, staring straight into her eyes, "you, and your baking and your cat obsession an-"
"What cat obsession?" she feigned being offended.
"Really?" he chuckled.
"They're really cute," she said in defence, "and if you're my boyfriend then you have to agree with me."
Finn beamed, a smile that could rival one of her own. He totally had the best girlfriend ever.
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