A/N: So. Here I am. Barely making it through. I made a decision though, I would update this story. Why? Because I realize that I really need this and you guys probably do too. I can't explain it, but please understand that as I continue on with this story, I do it completely and unrelentlessly, for Cory.

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Rachel stands in front of the strip club bar, waiting for her boss to come back out; he is currently on his bartender shift.

"Brody?" Rachel asks as he arrives back at the bar, "Can I take the rest of the night off? San owes me, so I figured she could finish the rest of my lap dances tonight."

Brody looks up from the countertop he is currently washing. "Rachel. I thought we had plans tonight."

"Brody, I told you. I'm done helping you. I will work for you here, but outside of here, I refuse to."

"We had a deal," Brody presses on, as though he hadn't heard a word Rachel had said, "You can't just stop."

Rachel gives him an annoyed look, "You heard me. I said no. I am leaving now, so if you want to take it out of my paycheck, then so be it."

Without looking back, she storms away from the bar angrily, leaving Brody with a menacing scowl plastered onto his face. She meets Finn at the door, and decides to give him a quick, gentle squeeze around the waist.

"What's that for?" Finn asks, looking down at the beautiful girl in front of him.

"Nothing. Just felt right. Let's get out of here," she explains nonchalantly. She grabs his hand, wordlessly communicating that she would lead them to her car. Finn gets into the driver's seat, and Rachel into the passenger side. Finn's place is only a few minutes away, so he turns on the car's engine and starts driving.

"Your boss seems a little uptight," Finn comments out loud a few minutes later. "He didn't seem happy you were leaving."

Rachel bites her lip nervously. "You know how bosses are, right? They're always uptight when someone takes unnecessary time off of work. Especially if it's the star of a strip club."

Finn smiles sheepishly and nods in agreement. "I guess you're right."

They finally reach Finn's apartment. Rachel and Finn stand in the elevator, unsure of what to do. Before, Finn can make a move, Rachel moves closer to his body. A powerful feeling of lust fills the stuffy air of the elevator. Breathing in deeply, Finn prepares himself for the seductive lips of Rachel's to meet his. Her lips travel towards his slowly; she takes her time to please Finn's raging need for her. Knowing it would drive him crazy, she looks into his eyes with a lustful look. But it was more than a mere look of longing. It was something more intimate than that. Finn recognized the emotion filling her eyes. He should have been scared. Scared of experiencing this, but he wasn't. Finn feels completely at ease.

He leans forward to meet her lips that had paused a few inches away from his. Eyes closed, lips pursed, tongues exploring; there was no where else they would rather be. The ding of the elevator sounds as it stops at Finn's floor. Reluctantly removing his lips from Rachel's, they exit the elevator and he leads her to his room.

Rachel rubs her hand up and down his back as he tries to unlock the door to his room. Giggling as the keys slip and fall to the floor, and Finn sheepishly reaches down to pick them up. He finally unlocks the door, and the two of them enter his apartment.

The door clicks shut behind them, and Rachel glances around at his place with a neutral expression. Finally, she brings her attention back to Finn and looks up at him through her long lashes, blinking in a teasing way. He eagerly brings his lips down to meet hers, and almost instantly, she wraps her legs up and around Finn's torso. They continue to kiss as Finn blindly, yet successfully, leads them to his room. He mentally thanks Kurt for persuading him to clean up his pig sty of a room.

Rachel moans softly as he grips the soft curves of her ass that are accentuated by her tight black pants. Amused, he continues to massage her ass to hear the sexy sounds that Rachel was releasing from her mouth. His amusement stopped, however, when he finds Rachel's hand nearing his large bulge, a look of curiosity filling her eyes. As her hand grazes his erection through his pants, Finn can't stop his knees from buckling, and he puts his hand against the wall behind him as he releases a loud groan.

"You're wearing too many clothes," Rachel whispers as she kisses and sucks the spots around his neck and ear.

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Finn manages to ask, as he struggles to keep himself under control. He thought about the last time he had gotten laid; too long ago.

"Maybe," she replies with a libidinous smirk, "But you have already seen me with mine off."

And with that, her hands traveled to the hem of his shirt and she began to tug it up, her fingertips gently running across his chiseled upper body. Finn's body involuntarily shudders in delight.

Rachel looks into his eyes. "You're so beautiful, Finn."

Finn looks back into her eyes, shocked. "I mean it," Rachel continues, "you are something special."

She averts her eyes from his, a slight blush coloring her face. She brings her lips down to his toned chest and presses light kisses down the length of his chest until her swollen lips reach the waistband of his jeans.

"Are you gonna take those off for me?" she asks with a seductive wink and a smirk.

"Why don't you show me what you're hiding under your own clothes, and then I'll consider showing you," Finn remarks back at her playfully.

Rachel bites her lip shyly. "If that's what you want."

She pulls up her skintight shirt that had been driving Finn crazy, revealing a baby pink lace bra. The curves of her breasts were peeping out of the top of her bra, leaving only his imagination to wonder what was hidden in there. He moves his hands behind her back slowly, reaching out for the clasp of her bra, unlatching it carefully. He plants an intimate and sensual kiss onto her lips that always seemed to be begging for more.

His eyes widen with his heightened excitement. "Um. Wow. Just... Wow. You're beautiful, Rach."

Rachel blushed under his attentive gaze. "You think I'm beautiful?"

Finn nods his head, quickly reassuring her that she was. "And sexy," he says placing a kiss on the top of her right breast, "hot," another kiss on the top of her other breast, "and completely and utterly gorgeous." With that he takes the nipple of her right breast fully into his mouth, satisfied by the way her back arches and a loud moan escapes her mouth in pleasure.

Rachel gently palms the large bulge that had protruded to the front of Finn's tight jeans. Finn takes her hand off of his erection lightly.

"I think..." Finn begins hesitantly. Rachel nods at him to continue. "I might be in love with you."

Rachel's eyes widen in surprise. She averts her glance from him. Her body sprang off the bed. Gathering the clothes that had been reared and removed from her body in their rush for sex, she quickly redresses. Flustered, she turns to face Finn, already worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

"What I did with you, what we're doing right now... It's not right, Finn. Obviously you are looking for a relationship. I'm not. I'm just a young woman trying to earn enough money to pay for rent every month."

Finn's eyes cloud over with an unreadable expression. "I'm not looking for a relationship. I just... I don't know. I'm sorry. I still want us to continue though. I don't want me to have ruined our whole night."

"You don't understand all the dreams I've given up." Rachel's voice cracks with strong emotion. "All the disappointment I feel when I look at my life and the direction it is heading. I'm a stripper, Finn. A stripper!

Finn winces as she emphasizes her point. "Rachel, I know what you are. It's nothing to be ashamed of though."

"Nothing to be ashamed of? Why don't you try being a famous local stripper and see how it feels to be recognized as a cheap whore when you are just out casually buying groceries? It's degrading, Finn! It's disgusting, and-and the fact that I came here with you just makes me feel as though I really am a cheap whore. I only realized it when you said you thought you loved me. You don't love me. You don't even know me! All you know is that I have sexy body, which pleases your horniness," Rachel states, her eyes traveling down to the still present bulge in his pants that had lightly deflated.

Finn looks at her and sighs heavily. "I respect you, Rachel. I'm not the kind of man who will look at you just as a sex toy. I hope you know that."

Reaching over for her purse that had been dropped beside the bed, she straightens up and says, "I think right now the best thing for me to do would be to leave."

Her bare feet step onto the ground, walk out of Finn's room, and she left, slamming the front door shut. Hurt that Rachel had resulted in that reaction, Finn flops onto his bed, disappointed in himself.

'You don't understand all the dreams I've given up.' Rachel's words echo in his mind.

If only she knew how much he really understood.


A/N: Not the ending you we're expecting, huh? I am really sorry that it took so long to write this chapter. I feel terrible about that. Please leave me a review, follow, or favorite this story, those are the kinds of things that encourage me to keep writing.