Hello! Salve! Other foreign words that mean the same as hello! Thank you for clicking on my story, it really means a lot! This story is going to be placed after the episode where Rachel and Finn have just had sex and from there it is free game; though I am likely to place some drama from episodes past that into the story (possibly, unsure as of now). Anyway...I hope you read, review, and, most importantly, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fox/Glee/Ryan Murphy/Finn (sad face)/Rachel/SO many other things...

1) The First Spark

Finn woke suddenly, his mind going into full realization of something while his body was trying to wake. The sudden thought made him smile broadly, enjoying himself in the idea. The knowledge that it was no longer an idea, but fact, made him feel happier than he had been for a while. Turning his head to the side, his eyes glowed as he took in the sight of Rachel's slim and bare back.

He had sex with Rachel, his girlfriend.

No, he thought to himself as he reached out a hand and delicately brushed a finger against her soft back. He had made love with Rachel Berry, not simply had sex with her. He had sex with Santana Lopez two years ago in a crappy hotel that he couldn't even remember the name of anymore. There was no connection between him and Santana; each only doing the other for their own agenda. He may have lost his virginity then, but it was like riding a bike for a second before getting thrown off: it meant nothing.

Laying there with Rachel, only a few inches and two thin blankets keeping them apart, a warmth came over him. A pleasant feeling that stirred in him a sense of love and protection. He had made love to this woman because he would give everything and do anything for her, she was his everything. And he had a nagging feeling that Rachel felt the same way for him, an idea that made him feel pleased; he never knew he could of had that effect on anyone.

Smiling still, Finn drew his finger gently down her back to where the blanket hide the rest from sight. He was tempted to go further and remove the blanket, but a sudden fear of overstepping his boundaries made him pause. It was true that they had seen each other naked already but he really loved her, he didn't want to screw it up by making Rachel think him as a pervert who examines her when she was sleeping.

Even if he was doing that now and wanted nothing else to admire her beauty. He let his hand drop into the soft pillow of hair that fell down from her neck and onto the sheets. He was slightly surprised when Rachel suddenly turned her body around to face him, his one hand caught under her head and the thick hair.

"Why did you stop?" Rachel asked with a slight purr, one hand holding a blanket to her chest modestly while the other trailed away from the blankets to Finn's body. Her soft fingertips brushed over his exposed chest, him trembling slightly at her touch, and up to his face. She let the back of it lay on his cheek, a smile tugging at her jaw as she rubbed it among the slight stubble that was appearing there.

He gazed into her brown eyes and gave her a half-smile, making her smile widen even further. "Avoiding temptation." His eyes never left her face as he slid his only free hand up to place his hand against her own on his face. "You're the most beautiful woman ever."

"You're just saying that because we had sex," Rachel said, and suddenly her face went blank. Finn's instant thought was that something was wrong. Did he hurt her?

"Rach? Babe?" He asked cautiously, tightening his grasp on her hand as she stared at him. "Are you okay?"

"I - We had sex," Rachel stuttered and rose from his bed, staring wildly at her clothes that littered the floor and how his were mingled in with them. "I-I am not a virgin anymore..."

Finn leaned up with her, trying to ignore the pleasing sight of her bare back as she sat up. He placed a hand on her small shoulder, "Do you regret, err, doing it with me?" He felt his face blush at the words and was suddenly conscious of his own naked state.

Rachel spun her body around with a shake of her head, "No, no! It was wonderful and I am so happy that we did. It was special, Finn." She moved forward, dropping the blanket as she did and pressed her chest against his as their lips meet, both reciprocating furiously. When she pulled away, she rested her head against his broad shoulder. "It is just a lot to take in."

"I know, Rach. It will all be okay," reassured Finn, loving the warmth that was spreading between their bodies. He let his hands roam Rachel's small back, teasing the sides of her breasts as he did; extremely pleased with himself when his girl gave a small moan of appreciation.

His mouth moved lightly over her jawline, her skin soft under his lips as he brushed them gently against her face. He let himself tease a small spot right under the cover of her jaw where it meet her neck, then moved his attention to the expanse of flesh that was her neck. Her nails dug into his back, and he bit extra hard in retribution and she let out a little cry. "Finn!"

"Rach." He returned simply, and glanced up into her face. She gave him a glare of anger, but he smiled and it disappeared.

"That smile is just not fair! How is a girl supposed to get what they want when they have to deal with that? Plain wrong and totally unfair."

"Noooo," Finn shook his head incredulously. "That skirt you wore yesterday wasn't fair! So teasing, yet so tempting. Reminded me of a Cheerios outfit." A lust-filled glint appeared in his eyes. "I wonder...what would you look like in one?"

Rachel knocked an eyebrow dangerously, and dug a thumb playfully into his back. "Keep dreaming, Finn. The only way I ever dress up - as a Cheerio - is if our life was suddenly turned into a Broadway musical or a TV show and I was, sadly, forced to play a cheerleader."

"You would be a hot cheerleader," acknowledged Finn, chuckling as Rachel hit him in the shoulder. She shook her head, then glanced at the clock and reeled back.

"It's five o' clock! Oh no, oh no." Rachel jumped out of his bed, ignoring Finn's attempt to bring her back and his whine. "My parents get up at six every morning, no matter if they work or not; where do you think I get my strict schedule from?"

Finn choose not to answer that question, and looked at her with a pout. "But it's only five, you could make it back easily if I drove you and we could still cuddle for another half-an-hour. Please?" He put on his infamous smile, making sure that she got a direct look at it.

Rachel slipped into her skirt and gave him a little twirl, the sides flowing up as she did. Finn whined again. "Tease for a tease. Sorry, but I have to work on my NYADA application and we both know that I won't get it done if you come along."

"It'll get done," Finn complained, sitting up in the bed and patting the spot next to him. "Just because it will probably not be finished today, or tomorrow, doesn't mean that it won't get done ever. Just pre-castrate like I do."

Rachel giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, once again dodging his hands. "It's called procrastinating. I have to go, but I love you. Also, you should keep the stubble look: it makes you look so sexy."

"Love you too," Finn grinned, letting his love reach both his smile and his face. He loved the way her face brightened as she saw his own face. It suddenly turned into amusement.

"Talk to you later, Finn." She stepped out of his room and, catching him by surprise, she suddenly put her head back through the doorway. "I love how easy it is to see your love."

Finn frowned, confused. "You mean in my eyes and face?"

"Don't forget about Little Finn. He's showing." She left, her laugh echoing throughout the empty house and as Finn yelled back.

"He dies not appreciate being called little!"

Rachel shivered as she stepped out into the cold air of October and glanced up at the slowly brightening sky; though gray and threatening clouds loomed above. The tiny young woman frowned, she didn't really like the cold. It always led to people getting sick, spreading their nasty germs around, and somehow it all got back to her. Did she not have enough issues (like Mercedes, slushies, Sectionals, everyone trying to tear her down as a star, student elections, worrying about NYADA) to deal with to worry about getting sick!

"Just the path of a star, Berry," Rachel said to herself, then glancing back to the house behind her with a small grin. "At least, I have Finn. And with him by my side, my life can never go wrong." She took a deep and placid sigh, winking at Finn's window even though she knew that he probably was already fast asleep again. The boy could sleep anywhere. "My life is perfect..."

Looking back, Rachel wanted to punch herself in the face for her naivete and belief in a perfect world. But how could she know that everything was going to change for her that day; ruining the very fabric of her life with a single event, mocking her with its dark memory.

Humming to herself as she zipped up her jacket and started toward her home, wishing that she had chosen to drive instead of walk to Finn's house. Though she had planned to make him feel better with himself, not sleep with him. But in that moment, when she saw the boy she loved break-down completely over the loss of his future, she knew: this was the person she wanted to be with. Finn was always so sweet and caring; true, he had made some mistakes that Rachel still really couldn't understand why he did them but she had done the same. The point was that she couldn't imagine anyone else taking away her v-card, as most morons in McKinley called it, and was happy that it was with Finn, someone she knew that she could count on.

But he apparently couldn't count on you for taking his card away, a voice said cruelly from the back of her mind that sounded exactly like Quinn Fabray, and had to have Santana swipe it for him.

It hurt. It hurt so badly! Yet, Rachel stopped as she was crossing the street and had to close her eyes,

she couldn't blame Finn. She had been rash, she grudgingly realized, when she tried to start dating Finn so close to his break-up with Quinn and all the baby drama. She never allowed him to even have a small second to collect his thoughts before she pounced on him, not able to keep her hands away. She shouldn't have been so surprised or hurt when he denied her, and, in her jealousy, she was so stupid to have started dating Jesse.

Jesse.

The very mention of his name made her shudder, a movement that had nothing to do with the cool morning weather. So many feelings ran through her: confusion, anger, sadness, regret, pain, betrayal. She thought he was like another Finn, maybe a little bit more abrasive and a clearly better dancer, but they both had that same boyish charm.

Well, one was acting that he had a boyish charm. She could still feel the cold and humiliating touch of the eggs running down through her hair and back. It wasn't the cries of baby chickens that tormented her dreams, but Jesse's cold eyes as he broke that egg, and their relationship, forever. She never realized how cruel people could be in the world until that moment, and she wouldn't of known what would of happened if Finn hadn't come to her rescue.

Finn. Rachel couldn't stop the warm feeling that generated through her every time she thought of her boyfriend. He was hers and she would do every-

A loud honking broke her thoughts of Finn and she looked up to see a black Sudan coming full speed towards her. The streets were too narrow for the vehicle to swerve around her, both sides packed with vehicles from the residents of the neighborhood, and her mind froze as the lights flashed bright in her eyes, blinding her to her surroundings. Though her mind may have shut down, her body went into action as she hurled herself out of the street. Her lunging skills with dance paid off as the Sudan went on its way; the driver flipping her off before vanishing around a corner.

"That was close," Rachel muttered to herself then scolded herself. "Rachel Barbra Berry, get a hold of yourself! You are almost eighteen and yet you still don't have the ability to know not to stand in the street! Get your head out of the past and focus yourself to your goal." She smiled. "Broadway...and Finn Hudson."

With the adrenaline of the near accident and thoughts of Finn, she decided that she should work off some of the energy by going the long way and through the park. It was still early, especially for sleepy Lima, and no one was in the park. The trees were sparkling with a light layer of frost, and Rachel couldn't help herself; she had to walk through them, they were so beautiful and the way they sparkled like stars attracted her attention.

Stopping among the tall trees and glancing up at the many layers of needles and leaves all glistening, she smiled. This is how her world felt ever since she and Finn got back together; a perfect forest of beauty and dreams that she loved to walk in. It was so strong and old, two things that she wanted their new relationship to be.

Then it happened.

Lost in her musings of her perfect world, she never heard the soft treads of the person walking up to her. It was already too late as she felt someone strike the back of her head and her body crumpled to the ground, a roll of nausea and pain rippling through her small frame. Her face hit the cold ground, the scent of the forest and the taste of dirt overwhelming as she felt the person kneel down beside her.

"Oh, Rachel." A familiar voice whispered into her ear, and a new feeling of dread and confusion replaced her warm bubble. It couldn't be...not him...not this! "I missed you so much, and I wanted to do this for so long."

She stiffened as she felt a cold hand place itself on her thigh and slowly creep its way up her leg. The realization that this was going to truly happened hit her like the Sudan should have and she fought, trying to reach at him with her nails and teeth. But he was too strong and his whole body was upon her, forcing her body deeper into the cold ground.

"Please," She begged, tears erupting into her eyes as she tried to make him stop. "Don't-"

A hand came across her mouth, stifling her attempts for him to stop and any chance of her screaming for help. As she felt him...groping and pushing...all she could do was shut her eyes.

And watch as her beautiful forest started to burn before her.

Poor Rachel! Hope you review, alert, favorite, and, I really wish, enjoyed! Until next chapter, bye!

P.S. Finn's feelings for Santana were written before he said that he had a connection with her...stinking show just had to ruin that! Oh well, it was a very sweet episode though!