Disclaimer: I don't own Glee in any way what so ever!

Summary: Takes place around season 2, starts obviously after the Britney/Brittany episode.

Chapter One: A Praise Chorus.

He was awoken with such a pounding headache, it only reminded him that he should have popped some ibuprofen before he had laid down. As he started to open his eyes it occurred to him that he wasn't home, nor was it morning. No instead it all started to come back to him slowly, it was midday, Saturday if his recollection proved him right, unless he slept through Saturday and Sunday and it was now Monday that is. He was still dressed in his clothes, his hoodie bunched to the point where it was digging into his side against the bed, the bed that wasn't his. No, it was her bed, his girlfriend, the hyper star in the making girlfriend who was such an overachiever sometimes she made more people annoyed than happy on more than one occasion. He was brought out of his random thoughts when he felt her shift next to him, she was still fast asleep and he really had no plans on waking her up anytime soon.

See the thing was, Rachel Berry was big on her vitamins and herbs and whatever that crazy stuff was she liked to take, but apparently she could not stop the on coming stomachache that would follow some bad dinner she had the evening before. He had actually woken up at a decent time that morning and called her. It was definitely safe to say that Finn Hudson was shocked when he heard the groggy voice on the other end. However, he had to say he was revealed it was just something with her stomach rather than her throat again, he did not really want to go through her feeling sorry for herself again. Yet, he had a feeling that Sean really had helped her look passed that, it meant a lot to him that Rachel reached out to help Sean in her own way, it was just one of the many things about her he couldn't help but love.

So her stomach had been bothering her and since neither of her dad's were home, well Finn decided to go over and keep her company and well he picked up a bunch of pepto bismol on the way, since well it always saved his life when his stomach was bother him. Finn had been in her room quite a few times, even before they became official, he figured her dads must really trust her and well he did hope they trusted him. When he got there she had a little portable DVD player set up on the end of her bed with her favorite Barbra movies, and while he would usually protest and ask if they could watch something else, well he figured he'd let it slide. It actually didn't take too long for her to fall asleep and well soon enough he followed her lead.

Now though, he was awake and she was still asleep and well he really had to pee. The problem was that his arm was tucked under her and although she was pretty damn light, he didn't want to pull it out and cause her to wake up. He wasn't a complete idiot... at least not always. He figured he'd tried to wait till she woke up, however, as the minutes passed Finn knew he wasn't going to last. He tried to cross his legs, did the bed version of a pee pee dance (which thankfully the movement of the bed did not cause her to wake up), and well he even tried to avoid thinking of water. Yet, it always seemed that when you tried to avoid thinking of something you only begin to think about it more. Finally he knew he couldn't wait any longer and slid his arm out, which miraculously did not wake up her and well then he just darted to her bathroom.

When he emerged he was greeted by the weak smile of his girlfriend as she sat up in her bed, her color was slowly coming back to her face but he could tell that she still wasn't her full Rachel Berry self. Although she probably would have not believed him, there was something adorable in the way she looked when she was sick, her hair in a messy pony tail, it remind him of when he found her in the hall when her voice was messed up. He had actually asked if she was sleep walking, but really he actually thought she looked adorable. He never vocalized this thought then, but how could he? It was during the time she was with Jesse. God, he hated that kid for so many reasons.

"Hi," she said reaching up to rub her face, she didn't even bother to care that she probably looked terrible and Finn had to see it. "Were you awake the entire time?" She licked her lips and swung her legs off to the side to place her bare feet on the floor.

"No," he told her with a shake of his head, "I actually took a nap as well... you're dads won't kill me for doing that right?"

Rachel cracked a small smile and shook her head, "No, Finn. You're safe."

He nodded as he went over to sit down on her bed with her. He had to admit he envied her room, okay not the color and stuff, because as much as he loved her it was definitely a little too girly at times, but the size and the size of her bed, that's what he envied. After that whole awkward thing that had went down with Kurt and his dad the move in idea was thrown out of the window, which Finn had honestly felt terrible about, he never wanted to hurt Kurt or his dad, hell he especially didn't want to hurt his mom. "So," he reached out to take her hand in his, "Are you feeling any better?"

"Actually, I'm feeling a lot better, still a little iffy but better," she smiled at him as she leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Thanks for coming over."

Their relationship had begun after Finn admitted he was in love with her right before the two sung 'Faithfully' at regionals, the loss of the day still stung but Finn felt like he had walked away with something good. And well, the fact remained that somehow they had another year and well he just was glad to focus on the positives. They obviously didn't rush into things right away, not like last time, Finn still regretted that he had been a dick and had to watch Rachel date that stupid idiot Jesse because he couldn't make up his mind, when really what he wanted was right in front of him the whole time.

They had been official by the time school ended for the summer, but for the most part the relationship started off very innocently, well aside from the make-out sessions they seemed to have whenever they were alone. So okay, they weren't exactly innocent if you really thought about it. The new school year was already a few weeks in and besides a few bumps things were okay. When that whole Britney Spears thing happened and Rachel started to dress like her, well as hot as Finn thought it was he really didn't want anyone else seeing her like that. And then of course the whole 'me or the football team' thing had bugged him, but the more he thought about it the more he realized that she just wanted him safe. Rachel just sometimes came on to strong that her point sometimes seemed to get lost. Then she made it up to him by singing that song and well Finn knew that no matter what he loved her and the two of them could make it through anything.

"Finn?" Rachel said narrowing her eyes, he had been staring off into space for the last three minutes and she was pretty sure he hadn't heard one thing she had said. "Are you even listening to me?"

Finn shook his head and looked at her, "Huh? Oh yeah, um sorry-,"

She sighed but couldn't help but crack a smile, "I was asking if you maybe wanted to stay for dinner? I was thinking maybe I should try to eat something. Hopefully it just says down."

The vision of Rachel spewing her food everywhere like the possessed chick in the Exorcist came to Finn's mind and he couldn't help but cringe, "Maybe something light?" It was when he said that he thought of all the times he was sick and his mom had made him her famous soup, well it wasn't actually famous but she made it perfectly. He wondered if he could attempt to make it, but this was Finn the most he could do was eggs and grilled cheeses, "What time are your dads getting home?"

"I don't know?" she pursed her lips as she stared at her boyfriends questioningly, "Why?"

"Do you want to come over? My mom can make us soup, it always helps my stomach when I'm not feeling well."

"I guess, but I look-" she looked down at herself and sighed, "Like this."

"So? It's just my mom, Rachel," his mom really liked her, even more than she did Quinn and well Quinn definitely knew how to act around parents.

"I guess-, but remember I don't eat meat so if it's chicken-," Finn cut her off with a kiss and placed his hand on the side of her neck as pulled back and smiled. Finn always had the ability to cause Rachel to lose her train of thought, and well that was something the girl never expected to happen in her life. "What was I saying?"

"Come over and my mom will be sure to have something you like, all vegan like," he paused for a minute as he narrowed his eyes, "Vegan is the right word right?"

Rachel couldn't help but smile as she nodded her head, "Yeah, let me just- put actual pants on."

It didn't take long for Rachel to get ready, Finn had to admit that he was shocked to see her wearing a pair of jeans. Sure, she had clearly wore jeans on stage during one of the performances, but in general? However, who was he to question it? After waiting for her to jot a note down for her dads that she'd be at Finn's the two headed out of her house and over to his place. Yet as soon as they got there he wasn't sure it was a good idea, Burt and Kurt were there and while he normally wouldn't care, it was just he felt that Rachel wouldn't be too happy about being around people feeling as terrible as she did. He wasn't even sure that made sense, so he just parked his car and went around to open the door for her.

"Mom?" he called out as they made their way into the house, no one was in the living room but as soon as he heard his mom he figured they were all in the kitchen.

"Hey sweetie!" Carole Hudson called out as she saw her son and his girlfriend walk into the kitchen. Her smile soon faded slightly when she noticed Rachel, not that she wasn't glad to see her, but she could tell Rachel was not herself. In the time she had come to know her son's girlfriend it was obvious the girl was very bubbly, and with the small wave as a greeting it was clear to tell something was off. "Rachel, honey are you all right?"

"She's kind of sick," Finn answered before Rachel even had a chance to open up her mouth, "I was hoping you could maybe make some soup for her. I would have but I can't cook very well."

However, instead of Carole answering Kurt did, "You dragged her all the way here so your mom would make soup for her?"

Finn narrowed his eyes, Kurt was his friend but sometimes he knew how to get under his skin, "Uh yeah, can you mom?"

"See the thing is, we are going out to dinner. Your mom was just leaving you a note to let you know," Burt said as he stood up. Finn had to admit things had gotten better since the whole move in situation, however, they still weren't as perfect as they probably could have been. "Sorry, Rachel."

"It's okay, Mr. Hummel, Mrs. Hudson," she smiled weakly, although her stomachache had improved much she had to actually admit that the drive over didn't help it. Not that Finn was a bad driver or anything along those lines, just the turns and bumps definitely did not help one bit. "Maybe I should go home, I'm still not feeling perfect. Could you drive me home, Finn?"

"But Rach-,"

"Awe sweetie, no," Carole walked over and put her hand on Rachel's shoulders, "I can make you some toast and tomato soup of you like and you can lay on the couch here."

"You sure?" she asked politely, Carole just nodded and told Finn to get her some fresh blankets so she could rest on the couch for a little while.

Once everyone was gone leaving the two alone, Finn and Rachel made themselves comfortable on the makeshift bed that was set up for her. "Mm, this is good," she said with a smile as she used the remainder of her toast to clean the bowl of the remaining soup. "I'm sorry-," she said after wiping her hands on her napkin, "i didn't even ask if you wanted any."

For some reason this brought a smile to his face, "It's fine, surprisingly I'm not all that hungry right now." He took the bowl from her and put it on the coffee table before pulling her closer and draping one arm on the back of the couch behind her as his free hand found a home on her jean clad tight. Leaning in he nuzzled his face into her ear, her hair tickling his face. She was so short compared to him, but when they were sitting it made it easier to do things like this, "Do you feel any better?"

Rachel sighed softly before turning her attention to Finn and nodding slowly, "A bit, I think I'll be completely back to normal by Monday. I wonder what assignment Mr. Shue is going to give us for our next Glee assignment. It better not be something terrible, I hate having to carry the-," She was beginning to ramble, which only meant that she was becoming herself again. Finn cut her off with a sweet kiss to his lips. Of course, it soon went beyond sweet as Rachel moved her body so she was kneeling into him.

Placing his hands on the back of her head he pulled her closer as he nipped her bottom lip, smirking at the fact it caused her to moan just slightly. "I love you," he whispered softly. Ever since he said it the first at regionals he still felt what he assumed were that whole 'butterflies in the stomach' feeling. And when Rachel first said it back, he literally wanted to pick her up and spin her around, but he figured that probably wouldn't be the best idea.

She pulled away from the kiss, her soft blush not as strong as it usually would be, but still a hint that made it known what kind of affect he was having on her. "I love you, too," and she did, she honestly did. "Back do you really want to make out with your sick girlfriend?" she said with a giggle.

He raised his eyebrow in confusion, "Why wouldn't I? I'd make out with you if you were a zombie."

Rachel couldn't help but laugh, did he really just say that? "Oh Finn, you are truly one of a kind."

Thoughts? Should I continue?