Rachel walked into her Brooklyn apartment, smiling over at her loving husband who was watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S reruns on the couch. She plopped down next to Finn and pecked his cheek, resting her head on his shoulder. Finn smiled over at the short brunette, kissing the top of her head. "How was the audition, babe?" Rachel's Broadway dream didn't turn out as well as she planned, it was an ensemble kind of life for the day dreamer. She sighed, looking over at the TV, laughing softly as Joey cracked a joke. "It was good, I think I'm gonna get a callback for Natalie." She smiled as she got off Finn's shoulder so Finn could hug her tightly like he did. "Babe, that's great! I'm so proud of you." He wiped some crums of his lap and kissed her deeply, he was so proud of his wife. She kissed him back passionately, wrapping her arms around his neck. Finn pulled back a bit, swooping her up bridal style and carrying her into the bathroom. After their clothes were off and Rachel was pressing hot kisses to his neck, Finn scrimmaged through his drawer and grabbed the box of condoms. He teared one open and slid in on him, sliding into Rachel. As moans of names and thrusting began, a little meow echoed through the doorway. "Sheila, go away." Finn mumbled as he thrusted into Rachel, glaring over at the cat. It was like Sheila refused, she even hopped on the bed! That fucking cat ruins everything. Finn thought as Rachel hit her climax, but the meowing got louder and louder. This was not Finn Hudson's dream of congratulations sex at all, it was like kitty cockblocker sex to be in fact. As Sheila climbed on Finn's bare back, meowing, he got more angry. "Sheila, baby, get off of Daddy!" Rachel cried to the cat as Finn got more angry, this was so not what he wanted. The cat was a complete cockblocker.