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Summary: Takes place around season 2, starts obviously after the Britney/Brittany episode.
Chapter Two: Marching Bands Out of Manhattan.
She was droning on and on about something, and he was having the hardest time keeping up with her. Wait, did she say something about piercing her nose? No no, she couldn't have. Rachel Berry would never pierce her nose, at least that's what Finn believe, for all he knew tomorrow she could come to school with a pierced nose and he would have to pretend he knew she was going to do it. God, he loved her he did, but sometimes he completely got lost when listening to her, it was a curse. Apparently she hadn't been wrong about being her full self on Monday, because as soon as they stepped foot into that school you would have never thought she was laid up in bed most of the weekend feeling like all she wanted to do was barf or poop. Finn didn't know why but the word poop sometimes made him smile. Of course as his smile appeared he noticed that Rachel was glaring at him, clearly he had missed something she had said. Or maybe she had just told him a dog died and there he was smiling. Obviously smooth.
"Finn?" she shook his shoulder, but just as his mouth opened to answer Mr. Shue was walking into the room and Finn couldn't help but thankfully thank god for the timing.
As soon as he entered Rachel turned her attention towards the front of the room, even though she was still trying to figure out if Finn had been listening to her or not. However, soon enough her attention was grabbed by Mr. Shue as he began to talk about this weeks assignment. Rachel couldn't help but let her smile grow as he explained them each performing a song that had meaning in their youth. She of course had a wide selection of songs that meant a lot to her when she was younger in her repertoire, god she was definitely going to have to sit down and pick the perfect one. She did wonder what Finn would choose, probably something like the Ninja Turtles theme song or something equally as silly. Of course even if it wasn't something she herself would never choose for herself, she would be happy to hear his choice no matter what.
The rest of of the class kind of just dragged on, Brittany started to blab on about something that made completely no sense and really Finn kind of just wanted to sleep. He had stayed up way too long playing Call of Duty and well he was kind of zoning out, which probably would have been a huge reason he had no idea what his girlfriend was telling him earlier.
"Do you know what you are going to sing?" Rachel asked with a smile as she turned to him, her mind running a mile a minute as she herself began to think of all the possible choices she could in fact choose.
"Uh-," did he have any idea? Not yet. He had to think if he even listened to music when he was younger? Okay that's a dumb question he had to listen to music when he was younger, he just knew he had to have. He really used to like the music on some of the cartoons he watched. Finn wondered if he could pick a theme song from a cartoon, it was still a song wasn't it? He shrugged his shoulders as he gathered his bag and stood up, holding his hand out for her to take it, "I'm not sure yet, you?"
Rachel gladly expected his hand as she stood up and they began to head out of the room, "Well there are just so many tough choices to chose from. I mean I could totally do something by Barbra, because we all know she had such a strong impact on my life. Or I could even do one of the songs I performed when I was a child when I won all those awards."
Finn stopped walking and without warning pulled Rachel to her and kissed her hard on the lips. He knew it was a evil thing to do, but he kind of was just really tired and would really rather kissing than her talking. Not that he didn't love when she talked, but he kind of wasn't in the mood for her excessive talking at that moment. He smirked and leaned more into the kiss, not even caring that they were kind of just kissing in the middle of the school hallway and he could clearly here Santana voicing her disgust. Nope in stead he wrapped his arms tighter around Rachel's waist as he tried to lean down a little more so she could wrap her arms around his neck. It was kind of hard when you were a lot taller than your girlfriend, like a lot taller.
As the kiss broke Finn couldn't help but notice the adorable smirk on Rachel's face, which only caused him to want to kiss her more, but he knew he'd rather do that in private and that was exactly his plan. Of course, this plan came to a quick halt when they both turned to start walking again and were quickly hit in the face by a slushie thrown by one Dave Karofsky. He seemed to love to torture Finn everything he could.
"I don't care how you managed to weasel your way back on the football team," Dave said as he held the empty cup in his hand, "There's no reason for us to watch you two losers make-out in the hallway." It really wasn't the strongest of reasons, but when did anyone really had a strong enough reason when it came to the throwing of slushies.
Finn's face became red, his jaw clenched, his hands turning into fists and then as he went to open his mouth to say something back, he felt Rachel place her hand on his arm, "Finn, don't. He's not worth it."
"Listen to your loser girlfriend," Dave said laughing as he turned and walked away leaving Rachel and Finn standing there covered in grape slush.
"Why did you tell me to stop?" He looked down at her, "It's one thing for me to get hit, but really Rach-," he sighed, "You're my girlfriend now and I want to protect you."
She reached up and placed her hand on his cheek, "You do protect me, but I'm used to this happening to me, much more than you are," she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, "So don't worry about me, okay?"
Rachel was actually being logical, not that she wasn't logical ever, sometimes she just was- Rachel. Finn didn't bother to say anything and just nodded. He let his tongue snake out of his mouth to lick the grape slushie off his lip, "Maybe we should clean ourselves up?"
Slipping her hand into his she gave him a nod and led him towards the girls bathroom. He tried to hesitate at first but Rachel just shook her head, "It's fine, Kurt comes in here all the time when he needs to clean himself up."
"But uhh- I'm not Kurt," he tried to pull her back but she was still trying to lore him into the bathroom. It wasn't like Finn hadn't had bathroom fantasies or anything before, it was just at this current time it wasn't exactly fitting. "What if some girl is like going to the bathroom?"
Rachel let out a sigh, "Finn, it's a bathroom. Plus, when I was dating Noah he came in here and let me clean it out of his hair," as soon as the words left her mouth Finn was in the bathroom. Things with Puck were still, well they'd probably always be a little odd. Sure, in the end it had worked out, Finn was finally with Rachel and well, he wasn't exactly sure what was going on with Puck. It was just the fact he was supposed to be his best friend and had slept with his girlfriend. Also, well he remembered when Puck and Rachel had attempted to date, and although he himself had been with Quinn at the time, well he couldn't help but feel jealous.
Surprisingly, by the end of the day Finn couldn't wait to be over with football practice, he honestly was just way too exhausted to worry about anything else. Of course, realization hit him not five minutes after stepping through his front door that he had more homework he cared to worry about. It was mostly the fact his mother had said, 'when you finish your homework do you want to help me cook dinner?' He didn't really think too much into the fact he couldn't cook and that his mother for some reason wanted his help, which probably would end up being a disaster in the end. Anyway, he retreated to his room to at least get some work done, but really the longer he sat on his bed the quicker he just wanted to go to sleep. Figuring maybe getting some food in his system was a good idea he closed his books and headed downstairs.
The smell of food cooking hit his nose, his mom apparently started to cook without him. Which, well wasn't a bad thing at all, he wasn't lying about being useless in the kitchen. However, when Finn entered the kitchen he had not expected to see Rachel and his mother cooking together. Stopping dead in his tracks a look of utter confusion arose on his features as he stared at them, "Uhh- Rachel? What are you doing here?" After he said the words he realized it wasn't the best thing to say. He definitely didn't mind when Rachel stopped by, at least on days when he was awake, cause those early morning attacks on Sundays were not his favorite things.
"I stopped to bring you your U.S. History book," she told him cheerfully, "And then I offered to help your mom cook dinner."
Finn's eyes moved from Rachel to his mom and then finally coming to rest on his U.S. History textbook that was on the table. He probably would have eventually realized he was missing it, but then again Finn on more than one occasion kept forgetting that he was even taking the class. When he turned his attention back to the woman, he noticed Rachel was looking at him uneasy. He wasn't sure, but he had a feeling she was suspecting that he probably didn't want her, which really wasn't the case at all. "Thanks, I forgot all about it," he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before licking his lips, "Want come study?" Apparently food was not on his mind anymore.
"I'm helping your mom, Finn," Rachel began to say and it seemed like she was going to add more but Carole instead cut her off.
"I got it from here, Rachel. You go with Finn," she looked at her son in a trusting manner. After everything with Quinn she definitely had worried about her son, and the fact that that child wasn't his didn't mean it couldn't actually happen for real. However, she had to admit that Rachel seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, and all she could hope for was that she was one of those girls that wanted to be a virgin till she got married. "I'll call you both down when dinner's ready, if you want to stay for dinner, Rachel."
"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson, I would love to," she said with a smile before walking over to Finn and allowing him to lead her upstairs. She had a small feeling that studying was actually the furthest thing from his mind at that moment, but she wasn't going to let on that she knew.
"So did you bring any of your homework?" Finn asked as he closed over the door to his bedroom but not all the way, his mother had asked him to keep it up just a crack when he had Rachel in his room.
Rachel shook her head as she went over and sat in the middle of Finn's bed, "I finished it all already."
"I should have figured," he nodded and sat down on the end of his bed. His room was a lot smaller than Rachel's, and hell his bed was too small for him on top of that. "Wanna make out?"
She couldn't help but laugh at him, he was trying to be smooth but there was just something adorable about Finn when he asked that phrase, "I could always help you with your homework you know," she brought her legs to her side, her skirt rising up just a little but certainly not enough to show anything, "I did get an A on my last U.S. History quiz."
Finn actually had no intentions on working on homework, even though he probably should be working on it. His grades were so-so, enough that he was still able to play football, and well they definitely were improving more-so with the help of Rachel. And while the more logical thing would to actually do that, he wanted to well make-out with his girlfriend. "I like my idea better," he leaned in to capture her lips in a soft kiss.
Even though her head was probably telling her to get him to do his homework; her lips were telling her something else completely. Moving closer she placed both hands on the side of his face and let herself get lost in the kiss. Soon enough the kiss was becoming more headed and Finn was lowering Rachel onto her back. He knew it be at least 15 or 20 more minutes before dinner would ready, and well he had left the door open so there really was no reason for his mom to peak in and actually check what they were doing. They had kept everything pretty innocent aside from the make-out sessions, but sometimes, just sometimes Finn wanted to take it to another level. However, at the same time he never wanted to push Rachel. When he slept with Santana he felt nothing, it was absolutely meaningless, and that was because she wasn't Rachel. He knew eventually the fact that Rachel still thought he was a virgin would come up and he would have to come clean over the fact that he wasn't. He leg is hand come to rest on Rachel's thigh, which thankfully she allowed him to keep there.
It was soon after the hand on that thigh that Finn figured flipping them over so Rachel was on top, and away from him squishing her was a good idea. Of course this good idea was soon destroyed when Finn rolled right onto the floor. "Oh my god!" Rachel sat up wide-eyed and looked down at her boyfriend who was now laying on his back on the floor with an obvious look of discomfort on his face, "Are you okay?"
"Ow," he muttered as he decided to lay there for a moment, "I guess I forgot how small the bed was."
Rachel bit on her bottom lip as she watched him finally raise up, "Are you okay?"
He was okay, embarrassed yes, but nonetheless he was okay, "Yeah, yeah. That did not go at all like how I planned it to," he let out a sigh as he lowered himself down onto his bed and reached up to rub the back of his neck, "Maybe you should help me with my home?"
She nodded and they began to work on whatever U.S. History homework he had for the evening, of course before they were really even able to get too far into it Carole was calling the kids down for dinner. Thankfully, his mother either didn't hear the loud bang that was him as he landed on the floor, or she was just ignoring it, either way he was grateful. Finn really didn't want to explain that he was in the middle of making out with Rachel and fell. Sure, he could have very well lied, but Finn wasn't really the best person to lie, except apparently about his virgin. Once dinner was over, Rachel stayed for a little while longer to help him finish up the rest of his homework. Once that was done Finn drove her home, but he definitely didn't allow her to go into her house right away.
They probably were sitting in the car for at least twenty minutes making out, when Rachel finally pulled away, the look on her face indicating she needed to go inside. Finn had to admit he actually hated that look, he kind of just wanted them to stay in the car making out till- the next day? He didn't know. With a quick goodbye, Finn was able to delay her another 3 minutes before she finally made it out of the car and headed into her house. Instead of driving away right away, he sat in the car and thought about that one thing that had been plaguing his mind since she appeared at his house tonight. How the hell was he going to explain that he had been lying when he said he didn't sleep with Santana. Would she be glad that he wasn't a virgin just like her? God, it actually really burned him that she had given herself to Jesse, and then what does he go and do? Break her heart. Well, that ended up working out in Finn's best interest, but still it pained him to see Rachel betrayed the way she had been. Finn was finally brought out of his thoughts when he let out a huge yawn, he was still exhausted and just wanted to get hope and collapse on his bed. His worries could be saved for another day.
Crap, he also needed to pick a song for glee.
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