A/N: I was going to hold off and post one chapter per day, but I figured what the hell. Should probably mention that the main title and all the individual chapter titles are lyrics from "Stutter" by the fantastically saucy men of Maroon 5, recommended by JannP. And that I don't own Glee or anything related thereto.
This chapter is still rated T, I guess.
ii. You're a Fantasy Girl
"Aww, come on Rach. Do we really have to go to this thing? Theme parties are for, like, freshmen." He sat on his bed as she zipped up her red knee-length dress with Spanish-style ruffles at the bottom.
Finn had been fortunate enough to get a football scholarship to Rutgers University in New Jersey, which meant that he was just a bus ride away from NYU and, most importantly, Rachel. Of course, this weekend she was visiting himand even on his home turf she was controlling the agenda and dragging him off somewhere he'd rather not be.
"Theme parties are for everyone because they're so much fun!" She said brightly. "And Jen and Ali really wanted to have a salsa party, so we need to go."
In their first two years at school she had become close friends with the other football players' girlfriends, and evidently they saw it fit to spice things up - hah! - with this party.
"Besides," she finished applying her red lipstick and turned so she was standing between his parted knees, "you love to eat salsa and I'm sure there will be some." Giggling at her own bit of teasing, she pinched his cheek playfully. "Come on, let's go!"
Finn sighed and grabbed his keys and wallet so they could walk the few short blocks to his teammates' house.
At least Rachel's dress was hot.
And she was right about the salsa. They'd eaten dinner, like, two hours ago, and he was hungry again.
They arrived at the party and Rachel immediately found the girls while Finn greeted some guys from the team and a few other classmates. He couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that his girlfriend seemed more excited to see Ali and Jen than she was to spend time with him. (Although she was pretty happy to see him - allof him - the previous night upon arriving on campus, he consoled himself.)
Since it appeared that Rachel would be occupied with the other girlfriends for a while, Finn joined in a 10-cup beer pong game that was just getting started. He and his teammate Brad got on a quick roll, hitting their first two turns each. While the other team was shooting he noticed that someone had put on some upbeat Latin-style music, but didn't really think anything of it. Then it was his turn again, and he assumed the position at the edge of the table. As he was setting up his shot, something across the room caught his attention.
A group of girls had begun dancing to the music. But not just regular dancing; this was like, sexy swaying with hips gyrating and stuff. And Rachel was right in the middle of it, the ruffles of her dress fluttering around atop her exquisite legs while her body moved gracefully to the beat.
"So Hudson, you going to shoot sometime this year? Or keep staring into space?" Brad scoffed.
"Uh, yeah, yeah I'm good," Finn insisted. He focused as best as he could and shot, bouncing the ball off the far rim of a back-row cup. "Fuck!" he grumbled as the ball sailed off into a corner of the room.
"S'okay Hud, just one shot, you'll get the next one." Brad patted his back encouragingly.
"Thanks dude." Finn set up again and was just about to shoot when he stole another glance at Rachel. She appeared to be instructing the other girls in some variation of the dance, since they were watching her intently and trying to copy what she was doing. He smiled at the sight just as she looked up and met his gaze, flashing her brightest grin and embellishing her movements somewhat.
He couldn't hold back the groan.
"Finn, seriously!" exclaimed Higgins, another teammate and one of their current pong opponents, who had apparently clued in to what was distracting him. "I know you don't get action regularly like the rest of us and I'm happy Rachel is here now, but save it for later, man."
Finn felt the reddest of blushes creep across his face.
His next shot sailed completely over the cups.
