IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER

CHAPTER TWO

"You spiked the fucking punch, didn't you?" Santana doesn't sound all that surprised.

Puck raises his glass, "Fuck yeah, I did. Who serves punch at a frat-party?"

She won't even be bothered to correct him. She just wants to push him into the nearest room and have her way with his drunken ass.

The girls had arrived about ten minutes ago and Santana was already bored. Rachel had to use the bathroom because she felt sick, so she left Santana to find Puck by herself. He was doing shots with a bunch of footballers, Finn not included. She hoped that the guy was somewhere close to where Rachel was, and not off with some random bimbo, otherwise her plan wouldn't work.

It had to happen tonight, or it never would.

She'd slipped a pill in the girl's cup of punch to help her out. Probably not the best idea. Or was it?

As she walked over to the bathroom with Puck to have some alone time, she spotted Finn standing by the stairs. He was talking to Mike Chang, another football player, about something. She ushered Puck forward into the cramped downstairs bathroom and tapped Finn on the shoulder. He turned around and raised an eeybrow at her, "Yeah, s'up San?"

She grinned, "Rachel's not feeling too well, and I have to keep an eye on Puck." Finn seemed to get the message when he saw Puck take his top off in the small bathroom behind her.

He shook his head with a small chuckle, "Yeah, I can see that."

"I just don't want her to be alone. Can you stay with her?" She asked him, pouting like a child as if her dolly was sick.

Finn thought for a second before sighing with a shrug and nodding, "OK, fine."

She was his best friend, after all. He couldn't just leave her to be sick.

"Thanks, great! She's in the bathroom upstairs!" She tells him quickly before joining Puck.

He tells Mike that they'll talk later and heads up the stairs.

The bathroom's the second door to the left and he knocks twice before realizes that it's open. He turns the handle and enters the room.

She's hunched over the toilet, her hands gripping the bowl.

"Too much to drink?" He asks her, locking the door behind him. He can tell they're gonna be here for awhile.

Rachel lifts her head and looks at him, "I barely even had a sip. I feel like shit." She explains and he kneels down beside her, rubbing a hand on her back and handing her his plastic cup.

"You want a drink?"

He's not the best at dealing with sick people so he doesn't really know why Santana told him to take care of her.

She takes the cup and swallows a mouthful. "That tastes good. What is it?"

"I have no idea." He tells her with a chuckle and elicits a small smile from the girl, "Come on." He stands up and shuts the toilet lid, before grabbing her hands and pulling her up. She sits down on the lid and he opens to cupboard to retrieve a toilet. Finn runs the cloth under the cold tap before shutting it off. He tilts her head up and begins to wipe her mouth with the towel, getting rid of the remaining substance around her mouth.

Her chin's dripping and he wipes the water up with his other hand, before the towel down in the sink. He shuffles through his back pocket and pulls out a piece of gum, "Take this."

Minty fresh.

She smiles before taking the candy and popping it into her mouth, chewing. "I bet you always use gum, right?" She asks and he's confused, "Makes your mouth fresh, gets the girls."

He frowns, understanding what she means. "You know, you ramble when you're ill."

She nods and grins, "You would have used gum with me."

He's confused again.

"What are you talking about, Berry?"

He's stood up in front of her again and she wraps her arms around his waist. He's so glad he locked the door because this seriously looks like something it isn't.

What the hell is she doing?

"I'm gonna kill Santana." He murmurs and she looks at him with a curious look on her face.

The brunette shakes her head and pats his chest, "No, I'm gonna kill her."

"Why are you going to kill her?"

She stares at the floor again, "Because she said I should sleep with you and now I can't stop thinking about it."

He's quiet, unsure of what to reply.

Is she fucking serious? She takes another sip of his drink and he's pretty sure it won't help.

"Berry, explain."

She sighs and removes her arms from around him, "She said I should just have sex already because it's sad that I'm still a virgin. But I didn't want to because I want someone special to have it," she tells him and he's pretty sure the strong alcochol is already in her system, "but they can't. So I need someone to take it, like a free gift, and she suggested you."

"Me?" His voice is quite high, but he doesn't care. What the hell was Santana thinking?

"Yep." She sounds like a child and she licks her lips, "Then I couldn't stop thinking about it, and you, and yeah. That's pretty much it."

He creases his forehead, "What do you mean about me?"

"Like us. Naked. Sex. Bonking."

He almost laughs at her use of the word.

Finn gets down before her again and rests both hands on her knees. "Berry," he starts and notices the way she's avoiding looking at him, "We can't do that."

"But whyyy?"

He sighs, "Because I can't let you."

"Let me what? I decide what I want to do. And I want to have sex with you."

"Berry, you are highly intoxicated right now."

"I wasn't this morning."

He gets it, "That's why you were acting so weird."

"Just once, please? I'll be good, I swear. I'll do whatever you want."

"No."

"Finn, please. One time, that's all. I just need you to take it, or I'll never let anyone. And if I want to have a steady relationship in the future, you need to fuck me right now."

He's taken back by her words, and backs away. He rests his back against the wall behind him and takes a deep breath, "You want me to have sex with you so you'll know what to do?" He tries to understand and she nods eagerly.

She stands up from her seat and walks over to him. He's already backed up so she doesn't have to do much.

"Please. I am asking you, as my friend- as my best friend, to do me this favor." Her voice is quiet and he can tell she's trying her hardest to convince him.

It's kind of working, because he's imagining her naked. Again. It's not the first time.

She's his best friend, so it shouldn't be awkward, right?

"Kiss me."

Her hands press against his chest and he can tell she's being serious right now, it's not the alcohol or whatever it was talking. It's her. His best friend, Rachel Berry.

He leans down, a hand cupping the back of her neck and kisses her on the mouth, his lips pressed hard against hers. She pushes harder against him, cradling her arms behind his neck. Her legs rub against his and he picks her up, his hands gripping the backs of her knees as he spins them around, her back against the wall.

He wonders why he's never kissed her before, because he thinks she tastes like heaven.

She pushes her hands under the back of his shirt as his tongue slides into her mouth. She moans when he grinds into her, pushing her short skirt up. His fingers pop open the first few buttons of her clear blouse, her bra visible to him. He trails his kisses down her neck to her chest, sucking on the skin. Her breath hitches when he rubs the palm of his hand against her center, her underwear becoming wetter at the feeling.

It's him, she knows it. He's perfect for this.

But she's not sure she wants it to happen this way.

"F-Finn, wait." He pulls away and stares at her, his eyes flickering from her breasts to her lips.

"You wanted this, right?"

She nods,"Yeah. I just- not like this. Please." She still has some class, some that doesn't include asking her best friend to screw her.

He licks his lips and lets her down on the ground gently, "Of course." He lets her bottom her blouse back up and he runs a hand through his hair.

"I'll call you tomorrow." She tells him as she readjusts her skirt.

Finn nods, watching as she heads for the door, trailing her feet behind her. She's taking her time and he's pretty sure it's on purpose. He walks over to her, spinning her around and kissing her again, this time with more passion than before. Rachel smiles when he pulls away, a grin on his face.

"Thank you for this." She says.

He wraps an arm around her shoulder as they walk out of the room together.

He realizes he's screwed. But now he knows for sure.

Santana was right.

He's been in love with her since they were seventeen and he always wondered if she felt the same.

She obviously doesn't.

And that's killing him inside.