DISCLAIMER: Bla bla bla, I don't own Glee, Ryan Murphy and FOX does. It'd be cool if I did though. ;)
Here's chapter three, hope you enjoy it. :)
It's mostly Finchel fluff in this chapter, but I think the dialogue is funny. :)
Oh and the part in the last chapter where they all put their hands on Puck shoulders was actually a deleted scene from the season finale.
Check my twitter account (mylaststraw) for proof.
(Cuz I'm just like that.)
CHAPTER THREE
"Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!" sings Fanny Brice, as the coal black train fades into the flush of deep green trees.
"Genius", Rachel Berry thinks to herself.
She remembers back to Sectionals, when she sang this song. She knows she did Barbra justice, but no one could ever top her. She was golden.
Finn's arm is wrapped around her. She's laying in front of him, her back curved into his chest. She feels warm and loved, which is new for her. Rachel is embarrassed how much she likes these moments, where time stops, and just being with Finn makes her life worth living. His muscles help that notion.
The couple are watching Funny Girl, and much to Finn's dismay, for about the fifth time this week. He never complained though. Maybe she was trying to test him, to see how much he cared for her, or maybe she just wanted to watch the movie over and over. She couldn't decide. But he never complained.
She thinks to herself about how his bed is so comfortable and soft, along with its red and black sheets. Rachel wonders if he picked it out. If he did, well, who knew he had such good taste?
Kurt walks down the stairs, Mercedes in tow.
"Oops, sorry guys", Kurt says with a grin. "Just wanted to show Mercedes the room. I'll come back later."
As they leave, Mercedes sneaks Rachel a wink, which Rachel delightfully returns.
Oh, she thinks, Kurt must've picked it out. But then again, maybe Finn does have good taste. He did choose Rachel Berry, didn't he?
She giggles to herself.
Rachel turns her body to look at Finn, who was obviously pretending to be engrossed in Funny Girl. Noticing her intentful gaze, he looks down into her eyes.
"What do you want to do today?", she inquires to Finn.
"Whatever you want to do, Rach. We can sit here all day and watch Funny Girl, if you want."
"Nah. I'm getting a little bored of this", she lies. "I want to do something you want to do."
Finn grins.
"Finn! Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself."
"What? I didn't say anything!" His grin gets bigger.
She can't help but smile. His lips make the best smile she's ever seen. So crooked, and goofy, and handsome, and so Finn.
She returns to her mission to do something different."Well, let me think. We could bake cupcakes. Or go bowling. Or go to the movies."
"Which do you want to do most?"
"Finn, this is your decision."
"Fine." Somehow he manages to pick her up and sling her over his shoulder. Rachel loves when he does this. She's already giggling uncontrollably and that's before he starts tickling her with the speed of a jackrabbit.
With Rachel still over his shoulder, he starts to climb the stairs leading out of his and Kurt's bedroom.
"Where are you taking me?" she laughs.
"To make cupcakes, of course!"
School has only been out for two weeks, but this has already been the best summer of Rachel Berry's life.
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Finn doesn't know how it happened, but he's gotten to be really romantic over the past couple of weeks. Like, with tons of mushy crap this and lovey-dovey that. Something Puck would no doubt nag him for.
He continues through the house to the kitchen. Finn still isn't used to living under the Hummel roof. But he's relieved that his mom has found someone to make her happy, and that's all that matters to him. He knows he'll be fully comfortable in this house soon. He guesses that the flat screen Burt put in downstairs in his bedroom helped him get comfortable, even if it was a sorry gift for when Burt went all out and ripped him a new asshole that night Finn said something not-so-nice referring to Kurt. Burt had felt really bad about not asking him his side of the story first, and making assumptions.
When he gets to the kitchen he sits Rachel down on the cabinet closest to the stove.
"I sure hope you know how to bake, 'cause I sure as hell don't", says Finn.
"It's okay. I got it covered." Rachel jumps off the counter. With a lingering look, she walks to the pantry.
Doing it on purpose, he's sure of it, she bends down to reach something low in the pantry. She's teasing him and he loves it. How could he not stare at her ass?
Rachel returns to the cabinet with an armful of stuff for cupcakes that he didn't even know was in there.
She already knows his own house better than him.
Rachel sets to work fixing the cupcakes. The only thing she lets Finn do is crack the eggs into a mixing bowl.
"Can I at least set the timer?" he pleads.
"Do you know how to use the oven?"
"Um, no." Finn blushes.
After that he backs off and takes a seat at the small table in the kitchen.
Rachel finishes making them and opens up the oven door, bending over just a little.
She's doing it again, he thinks to himself.
She pops in the cupcakes and closes the door.
"Now. What should we do until they're done?"
"We could go see what Kurt and Mercedes are up to", Finn suggests.
"Not enjoying my company, eh?", she teases him.
"No it's not that I just thought-", but before he can finish his sentence, which was probably going nowhere he thinks, she's pulled him into a kiss.
Her lips are so amazing that he melts into her.
Rachel wraps her arms around his neck.
"So? Still want to see what they're doing?"
He shakes his head "no", and leans into kiss her again. But she's already pulled away from him, and starts to drag him by his wrist, out of the kitchen.
Maybe she's saving it for later, Finn thinks. She has him so whipped.
He follows her out the front door, where Mercedes and Kurt are engrossed in a fashion magazine. Just another typical summer day.
"Hey lovebirds", Kurt says.
Finn glares at him.
"What? You know it's true."
"So what are you guys up to?" Rachel says, changing the subject.
"Oh, you know. Job hunting." says Mercedes.
Kurt adds in "Yes. It's always been my dream to work as a secretary at a highly successful fashion magazine. You know, like the guy in Confessions of a Shopaholic?"
Kurt and Mercedes do this odd handshake with their fingers.
"Cool, cool.", Finn says, clearly bored.
They go back to their magazine.
Awkward.
Finn whispers in her ear, "Let's go back inside."
So Rachel once again takes him by the wrist and drags him back inside.
And back downstairs to continue watching Funny Girl. Joy.
Except she doesn't turn the TV back on.
Instead, she pushes him onto his bed, forcefully. She doesn't say anything. Finn wonders what she's planning.
Rachel lays in front of him, and forces his arms around her. She pulls his sheets up to cover them.
Oh. Spooning. He never knew why people called it that though. Rachel is way hotter than a spoon.
Within seconds she's asleep. He can't help but look at her. How serene she looks. How beautiful she is. He doesn't want to be a creeper and stare at her all day, so he falls asleep soon also.
"Shit! Finn, what time is it?" Rachel never cusses. She says it's very unlady-like, and she doesn't want to start before she even gets to New York.
He wakes up, sleep still in his eyes, and reads his watch.
"4:15, why?"
"The cupcakes!"
Before he knows it, she's already left his arms and is halfway up the staircase.
He flips around in the bed so his long legs hang off of it. He yawns, and stretches. That was a good nap.
By the time he gets to the kitchen, Rachel's crumpled on the floor in front of the oven. Oh no. Another Rachel Berry meltdown.
Finn can smell it. "So they're burnt?"
"No, Finn, they are perfect, frosted and all."
She's so cute when she pouts, puffed-out lower lip and all.
"Sorry Rach. You know it's not a big deal, right?"
"Yes it is."
He grabs the premade frosting off the counter and sprawls out on the kitchen floor, next to her.
"Well, 'frosted' gave me an idea." And with that he sticks his finger into the can and plops a small amount onto her lips.
"You got a little frosting..", he says with a grin, thinking about the first time they kissed.
Before she can say anything he's pulled her into him and licks the frosting off, then kisses her, with everything he has.
He pulls away. "At least the frosting's good."
She giggles. His feeble attempt to be charming worked.
"I think we need to get out of the house." He helps her off the floor. "Come on, drama queen."
Well I hope ya'll done der enjoyed this chapter. :)
I know it was really cheesy, and since I'm a dude, I had to delve into my self and find my inner girl for the Rachel POV parts. :P
And I had to do research on Funny Girl for the opening scene.
BUT please do review. :)
Fourth chapter soon. :)
PS: Thanks to a certain sammyuzzelle for giving me ideas for my story. Good inspiration. :)
Oh and I'm also gonna start naming the chapters. :)
