A/N: First off, I want to thank all of you for the favorites/alerts! They mean a lot! I live for reviews… so if you could please, please, PLEASE leave one, I'll love you forever! Also, don't worry. I miss Blaine Warbler, too. I have plans for Mr. Anderson, who's a senior at McKinley in this story, since he's a canon Junior! We'll hear from him very soon! This is my favorite chapter so far, and this is where the story (plot, anyway) starts! Please R&R!

"I don't want you to go," Rachel pouted from our bed where she was laying on her side. I just laughed as I dug around in our closet for my clothes. I could, like, feel her watching me, just like her eyes were giving off some kind of heat.

"I have to, Rach," I said, tugging on a pair of jeans. I turned around to face her as I pulled up the zipper.

Whoa. Not a smart move, Hudson.

The sheet had fallen from her body and she was stretched across our bed, nothing covering her. I gulped and turned around to grab a red AE polo and pulled it over my head.

I was adult enough to resist my wife's tempting, smoking hot body right?

I was not going to think about her the bare, tan skin of her legs or how the sheets were tangled around them. I was not going to think how that skin would feel under my hands. I was sure as hell not going to imagine my lips on her soft neck, my name tumbling from hers.

No. I was a man now, damn it. A married man living in New York City. A grown-up and stuff. I could control myself.

Except that, really, only two and a half months separated the me I was now for the me I was in Lima. Nothing much has changed. 18, still a kid… no one would blame me for missing my first college class ever because I was making sweet morning love to my incredible wife, would they?

No. I was doing this for her, for me, for us. We had all our lives for that.

"How do I look?" I finally asked, holding out my arms. She smiled and sat up, not bothering to pull the sheets up with her. Why did she have to be so damn beautiful?

"Like my Finny," She answered, "Like nothing's changed."

"Not grown-up?" I asked frowning. She just smiled and stretched to touch the ring on my finger.

"This helps," she grins, "plus, it shows the world that you're mine." I smiled back at her then sat on the edge of our bed to pull on my socks and shoes, "I'm going to miss you. So much."

"I'll miss you too, babe," I replied, standing up. I turned around walked back around our bed to sit beside her, "Next week, though, you'll have school, too."

"When will you be home?" She asked, straightening the collar of my shirt before running her hands across my shoulders. I sighed and shrugged, brushing her messy hair over her shoulders. I leaned forward to press a kiss into her collarbone, then brushed my lips up to her cheek.

"I have that show choir audition at four," I whispered against her skin, "But I'll be home to you as soon as that's over." I felt her cheek raise up when she smiled. I brushed my lips down to hers.

"I'm so glad you're doing that," she whispered into our kiss, "Show choir." I ran my hand down across her bare stomach, then rested it on her hip.

"All because of you, Rach," I grinned. I kissed her lips one more time, then her forehead, as I stood up.

"I love you," I whispered as she collapsed back on the bed in a huff.

"Yeah, you better," she teased as I walked into the hallway, closing our bedroom door behind me.

"I love you, too!" I heard her yell finally, and I couldn't help but grin as I walked away.

XXGLEEXX

So, I missed Rachel. Like, really missed her. We hadn't been apart for a whole day since we had gotten married, and as pathetic as it sounds, being away from my beautiful, funny, sexy (fuck, so sexy) wife was killing me. We had both decided to wait to find jobs on campus when the semester started, so our days had been spent getting to know each other. I mean, of course we already knew each other, better than anyone ever had or ever will, but getting to know each other as husband and wife and stuff.

I had to smile at that.

Husband and wife. It still amazed me that someone so perfect had chosen to let me, Finn Hudson, love her.

"Um, dude, are you okay?" I felt someone punch me in the arm and I shook my head. Oh yeah, I was in class. Which one? Music theory? I turned to look at the guy beside me and nodded. The guy didn't look convinced, but shrugged and turned back to his notes. I looked down at my notebook.

I hadn't written a single thing.

"I'm Matt," the guy beside me said as the professor released us. I shook the hand he offered me and smiled. He reminded me a little of Blaine, but he was taller, and not quite so… well, he might have been gay. But it was less obvious then with Kurt and Blaine.

"Finn," I replied, throwing my backpack over my shoulder as we walked down the stairs of the lecture hall, "Are you a music education major? I know most people in here are supposed to be."

"Yep," Matt said as we pushed through the doors, " My twin sister and I both are. Our mom was an elementary music teacher. Just trying to make her proud, y'know? What about you?" I laughed and shrugged.

"Thinking about it," I admitted as we walked along, "But I'm also kind of thinking about the performing stuff, you know? I mean, my wife and brother are both freshman at NYADA, majoring in Musical Theatre. It's what we do, I guess."

"Your wife?" Matt asked with a laugh, raising an eyebrow, "Hardcore, man. Aren't you like, eighteen?"

"Yeah," I said firmly, feeling myself get defensive, "My wife. We're perfect together. Kind of like movie love or something."

"I didn't mean anything by it, man," Matt said quickly, clapping me on the shoulder, "I think that's great. I just wasn't expecting that. Anyway, you said you were interested in performance. I know Adelphi's got some killer choirs and stuff. There are show choir auditions at-"

"Four." I laughed, nodding, "I know. Are you auditioning?"

"Hell yes," Matt laughed back, pounding my fist, "See you then? I gotta meet my sister for lunch off campus.""Sure thing," I said, waving a little as I kept walking to the food court. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and smiled when I saw Rachel's face on my screen. I opened the text, running my thumb over the tiny picture of her face.

I love you, Finn Hudson.

I smiled, because it was so simple, so perfect.

ILY, Rachel Hudson-Berry.

I grabbed some pizza at Sbarro, and slid into an empty booth, checking my phone again.

What did I say about dropping the Berry when it's us? Hudson. Rachel Hudson. Berry is for the stage. ;)

My bad. I mean, ILY, Rachel Hudson.

That's better. Good luck in your audition, Finny!

Thanks babe. Kisses for luck?

Come straight home and I'll give you more than that.

My wife?

Yeah, pretty much the best.

XXGLEEXX

"Finn Hudson?" The choir director called out lazily, looking up from the list of names. I took a deep breath and stepped to the center of the room, feeling taller and more awkward than ever. What was I doing?

"You're tall." The director said, sitting up and looking at me for the first time, "And rather masculine." Um, what? I nodded, pretending like I understood what she was getting at.

"This should be interesting," she smiled, "What are you going to sing, Mr. Hudson?""What are you going to sing, Mr. Hudson?" Rachel asked as we lay stretched out on our stomachs in bed, flipping through one of the first scrapbooks she made of us. I was smiling down at a picture of us with the New Directions in her old backyard at the pool party after our sophomore year.

"Hmm?" I asked, turning the page and laughing when I saw a recipe for banana bread and a picture of me with my mouth full.

"What are you going to sing?" She repeated, pushing her shoulder against mine playfully, "For your audition?" I shrugged, smirking a little.

"I dunno," I said, turning the page again, "I have a few ideas."

"Tell me," she said, pretending to pout, running her hand up and down my spine. I grinned, closing the book.

"Well, it's a song that I always wanted to sing in a competition," I hinted, brushing some hair behind her ear, "But I never got the chance to. A song that always makes me think about you… and the way we came together, and the way we came back to each other."

"Can't Fight this Feeling?'" She guessed, a sweet smile playing across her lips.

God, she was perfect.

I just nodded, and pressed a kiss into her shoulder, massaging her skin with my tongue, tasting her.

"Sing it for me?" She asked, as I pushed her onto her back, leaning over her, "Sing it for me, Finny?" I smiled, and brushed my lips along her jaw before I sang softly.

"I can't fight this feeling any longer," I breathed into her neck, my hands trailing down her sides, loving the way her skin felt like satin under my rough fingertips, "and yet I'm still afraid to let it flow." She giggled as I kissed down her chest, lingering between her breasts, moving so I hovered above her.

"What started out as friendship has grown stronger," I sang around her nipple, teasing her lightly with my tongue as I smoothed my thumb around the other, "I only wish I had the strength to let it show." I smiled as she pulled me back up, dragging my face to hers, running her tongue along the inside of my bottom lip. I broke our kiss, smiling down at her as she brought her legs up so that I settled between them.

"I tell myself that I can't hold out forever," I began singing again, kissing another trail down her neck, between her breasts, "I said there is no reason for my fear." I pressed a firm kiss into her stomach, running my hands up the outside of her legs. I looked up, waiting until she looked at me, then sang,

" 'Cause I feel so secure when we're together. You give my life direction, you make everything so clear." I saw her eyes shine, then, like she wanted to cry. I kissed her stomach again, than slid further down her body to press kisses into the inside of her thighs, trailing closer to her center. I sighed, pressing a quick kiss to her, before lifting myself up to hover above her again, cupping her with my hand.

"And even as I wonder, I'm keeping you in sight," I sang as I pressed one finger into her, than a second, "You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night." I paused, nibbling at the point where her shoulder met her neck, letting my tongue soothe the skin. She whimpered as my fingers moved in her, bucking her hips as I pressed my thumb against that little bundle of nerves. I lifted my head and ran my free hand up her throat to let my fingers curl around her cheek. She smiled up at me, biting her lip, rocking against me.

"And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might," I sang, never looking away from her face, "And I can't fight this feeling anymore." I pressed a kiss to her nose.

"I've forgotten what I started fighting for," another to temple.

"It's time to bring this ship into the shore," her other temple.

"And throw away the oars forever." I captured her lips with mine, breathing her in, tasting her as our tongues moved together. I slid my hand away from her, and up her stomach, trailing my fingers around her nipple as I kissed her.

"Finn…" she whispered, lifting her hips, grazing against my erection. I smiled, because the sound of her whispering my name… needing me…

Yeah, it never got old.

" 'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore," I sang down to her, running my thumb along her cheek, " I've forgotten what I started fighting for. And if I have to crawl upon the floor, come crushing through your door, baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore." I pushed into her slowly, kissing her as she moaned against my lips, lifting her hips to meet me. I pressed my cheek to hers, letting my breath wash through her hair, and sang softly into her ear.

"My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you, I've been running round in circles in my mind. And it always seems that I'm following you, girl, 'cause you take me to the places that alone I'd never find." I began rolling my hips into hers, slowly at first, kissing her eyelids as she ran her hands down my back and up again.

"And even as I wonder, I'm keeping you in sight," I sang, my voice becoming breathy as I loved my wife, "You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night. And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might." I sighed as she lifted her head to kiss my chin, sucking gently on my skin. I withdrew almost completely, then thrust back into her quickly, swallowing her gasp as I kissed her. She pressed her hands to the back of my thighs, pulling me deeper into her.

"And I can't fight this feeling anymore, I've forgotten what I started fighting for," I sang between breaths, between thrusts. I could tell she was close, knowing the little noises she was making by heart. I took her earlobe between my teeth and nibbled gently as I reached between our bodies to massage her core in time with our thrusts.

"It's time to bring this ship into the shores, and throw away the oars forever," I groaned into her ear as I heard a broken gasp fall from her mouth. She arched her hips, and I felt her tighten around me, bringing me with her. I collapsed against her as she run her hands through my hair, still pressing her feet up and down my legs. I wrapped my arms around her, and rolled over, pulling her on top of me. She pressed her cheek to my chest, still panting, and traced patterns over my bare stomach.

" 'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore," I sang after I caught my breath, smoothing my hand down Rachel's back, "I've forgotten what I started fighting for. If I have to crawl upon the floor, come crushing through your door…" I squeezed my arms around her as she pressed a sweet kiss to my chest.

"Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore."

I took a deep breath as I finished the song, looking up at the director. I saw that she was smiling, and writing something down in her notebook. That was a good sign, right? I couldn't remember what Rach had said about directors and auditioning and all of that. I mean, Mr. Schue just kind of ambushed me with the whole Glee thing one day, and he never took notes, not that I can remember.

"That was excellent, Mr. Hudson," she finally said, "I usually make it a rule not to tell someone they're in as soon as they audition, but I really don't think you have anything to worry about. You're just what we're looking for in a new lead."

"L-lead?" I asked, shaking my head. This was too good to be true!

"Oops, I said too much!" She laughed, "We'll see you in rehearsal this Friday, Finn." I just nodded like a crazy man and hurried off stage, digging in my pocket for my phone. I was about to press '2' to call Rachel, when Matt and a tall blonde who looked a lot like him came running up to me.

"Whoa, man!" Finn said, slapping me on the shoulder, "Why the hell didn't you tell me you were that good!" I laughed and slipped my phone back in my pocket, shrugging.

"I'm not all that great," I smiled, "I mean, I was the lead for my glee club back home for three years. That helped, I guess."

"You were in Glee?" the girl I guessed was Matt's sister asked.

"Oh, Finn, this is my sister Karrie. Karrie, Finn." Matt introduced us quickly. I took Karrie's hand and mine, squeezing it. How do you shake hands with girls? She smiled at me again.

"So, Glee?" she said, laughing a little.

"Oh, yeah," I replied, pushing my hands into my pockets, "Best time of my life. That's where I met my wife. We were co-captains." I grin, thinking about Rachel, and how far we had come from that first awkward Grease duet in the McKinley High auditorium.

"Wife?" She asked, "You must have gotten married as soon you graduated!"

"The week after we won Nationals," I grinned. I would never be ashamed of getting married to Rachel so young. She was it. My soul mate. We were tethered. It wasn't my fault that not everyone found that at the age of fifteen.

"Wait a sec," Matt laughed, pushing my shoulder again, "You were in the New Directions!"

"Oh my God, yeah!" I laughed with him, "What a small world. How did you know that?"

"High Notes?" He said, "we got twelfth place. You all were amazing!" His face fell for a second, then said,

"Wait a sec…You're the t-rex!" I groaned and blushed.

"You were there in 2011, too?" I guessed, remembering the year that we had come in at twelfth place.

"No, we got second at regionals," he frowned, "but we definitely caught the highlights on you tube."

"Oh, is that tiny little girl your wife?" Karrie asked, raising her eyebrows. I smiled, so proud to answer the question.

"Rachel," I said, nodding, "the most talented, amazing, woman I ever met." Karrie just kind of frowned and looked at her brother.

What was that about?Doesn't matter.

"We're having a get together with all the possible new recruits," Matt said, "at our apartment. You in?"

"That sounds great, but I told my wife that I would be home right after auditions."

"C'mon, man, she'll understand," Matt said, punching me in the arm.

"It's Pizza Night…" I muttered.

"Pizza Night?" Karrie laughed, "C'mon, we'll have beer and music. You're only eighteen! We need to come together as a group. She'll understand." I nodded, then thought 'what the hell?' Rachel had Kurt and Santana… I could use some friends, too.

"Lemme give her a call," I said, reaching for my phone.

A/N: Remember, reviews are love! Rachel POV next!