Rachel was at a loss for words. She had settled into that last stage of grief- acceptance that Finn and Quinn were an item. More importantly, she had even grown up and supported Finn with his relationship with Quinn (although the thoughts inside her head were another story!) She even had delved it out at prom and orchestrated the Jar of Hearts song to represent that she was going to move on. But boy, did Finn throw out a whopper surprising Jesse and her both with his reaction to them dancing.
She knew that Finn and her had been on and off forever and it often made people including her, wonder if their ship had already sailed. She could understand the dilemma as it was a thought that she carried constantly. Loving Finn was like that long line to a rollercoaster that takes forever, almost an eternity but seems all too worth it when you have that one great fluff of air sucked out of your lungs, the wind hitting your face, adrenaline pumping, and this overwhelming feeling of freedom. Loving Finn was like one big junkie on an adrenaline high. And when he held her it was like hitting that ride over and over again. But, she was sick of waiting and just as sick of wondering.
So, she decided to focus back on her career which was about as easy to go back to as a frequent nail biter. Being in New York was the drive she needed and Kurt having her sing on stage reaffirmed her desire to live in New York and work the stage. It was her passion at one time, at least until she saw the super tall football player with mucked up up hair, freckles, and a dimple to match. Her problem had always been her of wanting too much. Had she done that with Finn?
She contemplated this and more looking up a tree in Central Park all the while feeling his heated glance. And Rachel was not sure if she wanted to respond. Her eyelids started to droop until her exhausted state fell into dreamland. It was a restless sleep with many visions of performing, falling, becoming a star, and losing it all. Her long dark eyelashes damp in despair.
Finn wasn't about to let her sleep alone in a big city especially some one as lovely and classy as Rachel. He couldn't stop looking at her dark hair pulled in a side knot, tan bare skin that appeared so soft, and her light blue dress showing her sexy legs. The other Glee clubbers had gone off together in search of motivation and he had encouraged them to do so he could plot out his next move. With the darkness of the sky starting to appear, he decided to get a moving. He walked to where she was and bent over. He could smell her apple like scent and had the urge to kiss her soft lips but he didn't. She failed to respond to his light touch and voice. Softly, he muttered again "Rachel wake up".
He could feel her exhaustion radiating off her lithe body so he lifted her up in his arms. It always amazed him how tiny she really was. Finn didn't mind carrying her back to the hotel especially since she was in his arms not Jesse's. It had been ages since he had felt her touch and for some reason the nostalgia of doing so was making him tear up especially when her head fell across his shoulder. He felt breathless and just a little embarrassed at all the looks he was getting. I guess seeing a Frankenteen carrying a small like girl was typical New York as he got the stares and a few raised eyebrows. Nevertheless, he made his location as he went through the revolving door in one piece.
As coordinated as he was it was still difficult to hold Rachel, open the elevator, and use his motel key to open the door of their practice location. But like any sportsman he managed. Gently, Finn placed her down on the bed and immediately felt the sadness of separation. He decided to move her to the side so he could wrap one arm under her neck and spoon her into his coccoon. He did so inhaling her scent as long as he could before his thoughts drifted away.
The warm embrace did not shield her from restless dreams. He woke to the sound of her calling out his name, blotches of warm tears drifting across her cheeks. His palm brushed the sides of her face trying to bring comfort. "I'm here", he thought to himself. Rachel murmured some more her arms thrashing out. For a second her eyes opened seeing his face looking over hers. His brown pupils enlarged but passionate. She moaned in frustration pulling his lips down on hers. It was like lightening and before he knew it he was drowning in her. Wrestling tongues in a feverous pitch. He could feel his body tighten and his heart burst as he heard her say "I love you" realizing that for her she was still dreaming.