As Rachel and Finn made out on the lounge, the last thing on his mind was Quinn. The way Rachel's lips poured against his was like melted chocolate, he really liked melted chocolate. He could taste her lip gloss; it tasted like strawberries and whipped cream. He liked that taste and it was typical Rachel. When Rachel kissed Finn he felt that it actually meant something to her. Like there was real heart in it, rather than just another kiss like Quinn perceived it. As Finn's hand rested on the small of her back he began to slide it down until it rested on her ass. He knew she liked it because when girls don't like it they would normally slap their hand away, Finn was used to that, that is what Quinn always did. He stared to laugh.

Shit, should i be laughing? I hope she doesn't think I'm laughing about her ass.

But thanks to that thought Finn was now thinking about her ass

The word 'Rach' escaped his lips. It wasn't him telling her to stop or to slow down but more as a sign of pleasure. Panic then ran through his body.

Crap! Crap! Crap! Not now! Oh god!


Finn was walking next to Rachel, but a bit behind, pretending to let her lead.

Truth was. Finn knew where Rachel's house was. One night on Halloween puck and some of their football mates had egged her house. Even though Finn didn't physically through an egg he still felt guilty about the whole thing.

Ever since Finn had joined glee club and become close with many other them, including Rachel he had felt guilty. Even though very rarely was it him that through the slushy or was tossing them in the dumpster or egging their houses... he still felt responsible for what his football mates had done, including his best friend puck.

Feeling a bit ashamed at the memories he looked down, this is where his eyes saw rachel's socks. She always wore knee high socks. He used to think they were really weird but now he thinks there cool. Finn loved when she would were stripped ones, those were his favourites. It's these times when Finn is really thankful that even though sometimes it seems as if Rachel can read his mind she can't. She would think he had some freaky obsession with her socks. Even though it is half true.

Girls like it when you comment on their hair and stuff but is commenting on their socks just arrogant? Arrogant, i think that's the word?

He began contemplating whether to comment on her socks but put it aside. She didn't understand the whole jock business and why he wanted to be popular and all (which wasn't exactly true) and she would always question him about it. Sock obsessor wasn't one he wanted to add to that list.

They came to a park which meant they were only a few streets away.

Finn was starting to feel more awkward as the long silence stretched on.
Rachel was also feeling the awkwardness and attempted to break the silence.

"So what time do you need to be at Quinn's tonight?"

Finn had just been thinking about the Celibacy Club meeting that night at Quinn's when Rachel had asked. Finn always felt like Rachel could read his mind but it was beginning to get kind of creepy. Plus he couldn't recall telling Rachel about it.

Rachel saw the look on Finn's face. Rachel regretted saying something.

He must think I stalk him! What other logical explanation is there for knowing everything he does?

There was a short pause that felt like minutes to both of them.

"Around 7:30", Finn said at exactly the same time as Rachel saying, "Uhh I overheard you to talking about it, that's all".

She looked up at him and smiled. Then they both started laughing. Finn then wrapped his arms around Rachel's shoulders. He didn't know why he was doing this, he hadn't even thought it through. The moment just felt so natural and that gesture felt appropriate.

Rachel's heart jumped when he did this. She loved Finn, but would never, ever admit that to anyone. Ever!

Seeing her house up ahead the two walked up the path leading to her front door. He playfully punched her in the arm in an attempt to down play what he had just done. He knew that this would only encourage Rachel and he didn't want to lead her on.

A punch in the arm... Really Finn? He thought. He would have punched himself for being such a douche if Rachel hadn't noticed him standing there off in another world and grabbed his hand and dragged him inside.


I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. the beginning bit was what the afternoon together will lead to. that will be at the beginning of chapter 3.

i know alot didnt go on but chapter 3 will be better i promise! i just didnt want to have a too long chapter

i have nearly finished writing chapter 3 but i also want to hear what you guys want to read about.

please review. i really want to hear your feed back, any improvements you want me to make and anything you want me to write about.

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