Finn Hudson wasn't worried.
It was like a miracle. He couldn't remember the last time he wasn't worried - there was Drizzle, and then girls, and football. Rachel Berry was awesome. Even Brad the Piano Dude was smiling.
(What was the band doing here, though? Didn't they have stuff to do?)
He reached down to tickle her back, a smile tugging at his lips. She was giggling now, her face inches from his. He was leaning in, his hands dancing on her hips. "You're really cool Rachel," he said, watching her beam.
"You're the only one who's nice to me," she responded, her smile flickering for a moment. Her face was like, super close now. She was going to kiss him. He was going to kiss her. He had no idea who was leaning in, or how his hands went from tickling her to holding her like this. Woah, the band was leaving. Maybe they did have a life.
Then he was kissing her, and she was giggling. She pulled away from him. "Woah," he muttered, "you have a really big smile. Seriously. Like, half your face." He leaned in for another kiss, holding her against him.
He tickled her again, their mouths separating as her laugh ringing out through the now empty choir room. Rachel pushed him slightly back, and they found themselves falling onto the floor. She giggled, straddling his lap.
His hands gripped her stomach; she ground against him. He found himself watching her stand up, slipping out of her dress. She straddled him again, her underwear purple and silky. "Mailman," he said unconsciously, his hands reaching up to pull at her breasts. He flipped them over, peppering kisses along her jaw.
"Mhmm," Rachel hummed out. She nuzzled him with her nose. Finn pulled off his shirt as well, kissing her smiling mouth again. 'Mailman,' he reminded himself as she unhooked her bra. His hands immediately went to them, and the softness was almost too much.
She pulled one hand away, her eyes smiling at him (A/N: Tyra taught her that). Suddenly he found his hand slipping under her waistline, and his eyes locked with hers. His finger slipped between her folds, and she clutched at his shoulders. He found his fingers pressing against her tight hole, slipping inside as he begged himself not to cream in his pants before she did.
She was writhing above him, and he could cut through the tension in the room with a knife. His hand left her breast to tickle her stomach again, and she let out a surprised giggle as she came. And then he just couldn't help it - her walls clenching around his fingers set him off as well.
