Back at the bar with Finn and Puck..
It started to calm down around one a.m. "How's everything with Berry?" Puck asked as he was cleaning up a little. Finn has been thinking about this all year; how were things with him and Rachel? They didn't fight, but she definetly didn't understand...Understand what he's been through. Yeah, that's it.
"Can't complain" Finn replied as he shrugged. Puck walked up to Finn and pat him on the shoulder as he put on his jacket. "I'll see ya later, Finny boy. Xbox tomorrow after your stupid 'Sunday Dinner'?" Puck asked as he smirked. Finn rolled his eyes at his best friend.
"It's not that bad...You know, you could come." Finn replied sheepishly. "Dude, she makes you dress up for it. I thought Sundays were suppose to be a day of relaxation! And hell no, why the fuck would I come? I told you, my dog's gonna be sick tomorrow. That's my excuse for this one." Puck said as he smiled. Finn laughed out loud-Puck always made up a bogus excuse as to why he couldn't come to the Sunday dinners. He came once and Rachel flipped because he was in jeans. Since then, Puck has always made up some excuse.
"Dude, you don't have a dog" Finn replied as he walked out the door with Puck, both laughing.
By the time Finn got home, Rachel was already asleep. He looked down at her and smiled. She really was beautiful. He kissed her head as he started to take his work clothes off.
"Finn?" Rachel asked as she turned over, still half asleep. "Hey" he replied softly, as he sat on the bed and took his shoes off. Rachel got up, with her eyes still closed and leaned her head against his shoulder.
"'How was work?" she asked. "Alright. Cougar night." Finn replied, chuckling a bit. Rachel laughed softly and kissed his shoulder. "Take your clothes off" Rachel said softly as she got off his shoulder and went back under the covers. Finn smiled and did just that. He slid into bed with Rachel, in just his boxers. He cuddled up to Rachel and she started planting soft kisses on his neck. Finn lifted his head up a little, giving her more access to his neck. He moaned softly as he rubbed her back. He lifted her shirt off and she parted her lips from his neck, to allow him to do so. He unclipped her bra as well and took it off, all the while Rachel's lips were still attached to his neck.
"God, Rach..." he moaned her name as she started kissed down his now chiseled chest. The army really helped Finn's body. She always thought he had a great body, but now, he had more muscle. He had big strong arms and a rock hard chest and stomach now.
Rachel stopped when she reached his stiff 'friend'. She smiled up at him and pulled it out of his boxers. She kissed the head softly and slowly put her lips over the head and sucked. She started off slow, but then sped up when she felt him getting harder. She gripped his lower back with her free hand. And that's where it went from amazing to bad.
"Fuck!" Finn yelled out as he suddenly got soft and touched the spot where Rachel was gripping so hard. One of his battle scars.
"Jesus Christ, Finn!" Rachel said, coming up from over the covers, jumping from the bed and turning the light on. "What, we can't even have intercourse now!?" she yelled as he sat up in bed with his head against the head board.
"I'm sorry, Rach..." Finn replied, upset, not even looking at her. "Do you not even care how I feel about this? God, you can't freak out like this!" she replied, getting angrier.
"Rach, I'm sorry, let's continue, I'm sorry" Finn said, looking up at his fiance, who was pulling her night shirt back on. "No, Finn, just forget it. Goodnight." she said, turning the light off and climbing back into bed with her back faced towards him.
"I'm sorry, I'm trying, I really am. You think I like being like this?" Finn replied as he slid back into bed, facing her back. He gently played with the ends of her hair.
"Try harder Finn. I can't live like this anymore." Rachel replied, very stiff. Finn let his hand fall from her hair and felt tears coming down. The truth was, he was really trying. You can't erase your memory, though. You can't unsee things, as much as Finn wanted too.
"Goodnight" Finn finally said as he turned over, his back now facing her back.
The next morning, Sunday..
Rachel was up at 7:00 am sharp. She had breakfast already by 8-chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, sausage, and of course orange juice, for Finn, and some oatmeal and coffee and her. Finn was up when he smelled the food and strolled down stairs, not before putting a shirt on though. He hated his scars from battle-they were ugly to him. He always tried to cover them up, no matter who he was with. Rachel didn't like looking at them either. When she first saw them, she told him if he wanted a career in acting, he'd have to get them fixed or something. Production companies wouldn't want to pay for extra makeup to cover them up.
"Hi" Rachel said softly looking down at her oatmeal, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Morning" Finn replied as he sat down and looked at her for a second. He started digging into his food and Rachel smiled softly at him.
"Someone was hungry" Rachel said as she took a sip of coffee. Finn did his lopsided grin at her and nodded. "About last night, Finn..." Rachel started as she put her 'serious face' on, as Finn liked to call it, and looked at him.
"Nothing to talk about." Finn replied as he stuffed bacon into his mouth. He still remembered what she said before she drifted off into sleep.."I can't live like this anymore".
Meanwhile, at Santana and Quinn's apartment, in the afternoon.
"How fucking random is it that we're going to 'Finchels' apartment to have Sunday dinner? I kinda wish we said we couldn't. God, I don't even want to imagine what their apartment looks like. Probably Finns balls hung up in a frame that says 'Property of Rachel Barbara Berry' along with a creepy shrine to Barbara Streisand." Santana said as she winced, thinking about their apartment. Quinn chuckled as she sat next to her friend on their couch with a bottle of water.
"Oh come on, it might not be that bad. Besides, a catch up would be nice. " Quinn said as she took a sip from her bottle. Santana glared at her. "You look like you're staring into my soul, San" Quinn said as she started straight back at Santana, looking confused.
"You just wanna see Finnocence. Come on, I know you still wanna hit that, Q" Santana smirked as she continued staring straight back at Quinn.
"He's engaged" Quinn replied as she rolled her eyes and leaned her head against the back of the couch.
"You didn't confirm nor deny that you wanted to bump uglies with him." Santana said as she wiggled her eye brows up and down. Quinn burst out laughing at her attempt at wiggling her eyebrows, followed with Santana laughing at herself.
"Come on, let's go see what we can wear tonight. They said to dress business casual..." Quinn said as she got up and walked over to her room.
"I can't do this shit" Santana grunted as she slowly got up and followed Quinn.
Later that evening..
"Why are there six plates?" Finn questioned as he looked at the table in confusion. Finn was dressed in tan dress pants and a navy blue button up long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up a little. Rachel was dressed in a floral sun dress and white wedges. 'Their sunday best', as Rachel called them.
"Oh, I forgot to mention that we ran into Quinn and Santana at the club and I invinted them!" Rachel chirped excitedly.
Quinn...as in, Quinn Fabray. That was a name that Finn hasn't heard in a while. He glanced over at Kurt who just shrugged. While he was away, Finn would ask his mom about Quinn in the letters, since Carole Hudson was friends with Quinns mom. Finn would never tell Rachel this, he knows she'd probably get pissed. He couldn't help it though. He wanted to make sure Quinn was happy and doing okay. It seemed like she had the perfect high school life, but behind closed doors she didn't. Finn knew that better than anyone.
Finn snapped out of his thoughts as he remembered he had to reply to Rachel, so it didn't seem weird. Before he could say anything though, Rachel asked him to help bring the food to the table. Finn agreed and helped her put the food on the table. After everything was all set, as if perfect timing, there was a knock at the door. Finn froze. He was going to see Quinn Fabray.
Cliff hanger!
