I got another review the other day that made some valid points too. Don't worry kitaleigh, everything will eventually be explained and it will all make sense at the end of the story, I promise you.

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She's lying with her back facing him. She's scared that if she turns around then she'll try again. She hasn't had sex like that before. She hasn't had sex that she's actually enjoyed in the two years that she's been doing this. It scares her. It makes her wonder about things. It makes her wonder why she's never had sex like that with a man before. It was different this time. The sex was more than just a prostitute and a client. She shudders at the thought of there being anything more than what is expected from the sex.

Finn's confused. He's confused and he's wondering what just happened. He can't even believe that he actually let himself take advantage of such a young girl again. What is wrong with him? Maybe he's wrong about himself. Maybe he is just a sex addict that can't even turn away someone who's only just legally an adult. And just because she's legally an adult it doesn't make her one. He's disgusted in himself. He hates himself. He's so messed up. He feels a shudder against his back and rolls over to look at her.

"You okay?" he asks her. She doesn't turn her head to look at him but she nods. He wonders what that's about. He hopes he hasn't done anything wrong to upset her. He can't tell. He rarely deals with prostitutes for this long anyway. It's been about three hours since their initial appointment and she still hasn't been able to get out of the hotel. He wonders how mad Santana is going to be. "Are you sure?"

"I'm fine." She rolls over to look at him and he stares into her deep brown eyes. She notices it and a blush runs up her cheeks and she quickly turns away. A thought occurs to her. "How old are you, anyway?"

"That doesn't really matter," he replies. Rachel looks at him.

"Come on, Finn. Tell me. How old are you?" Rachel puts on her tough prostitute gaze and Finn is oddly attracted to it. He frowns.

"That," he says again, "doesn't matter, Rachel."

"Finn."

"Rachel."

"Baby, you'll be rewarded if you tell me."

"Rachel, just drop it okay?" he snaps back. Rachel shies away from him a bit more. "God. Do you always have to do that? Bring out that stupid call girl voice? Do all the boys you fuck give in to you every time you call them baby?" She turns to look at him again and nods because lying is pointless. He sighs in frustration. "I'm not one of those boys, Rachel. I'm not a sex addicted freak that can't even resist urges from a child! I'm not one of them Rachel. I'm not!"

"I'm sorry," Rachel says as she sits up in the bed. Finn sits up next to her and looks over at her curiously. "I never used to be like this. I was driven, hard working and I knew what I wanted. I had dreams. Big dreams for this city. I was convinced I could do anything when I finished school,"

"What happened?"

"I met a boy."

"A boy?"

"Jesse St. James," Rachel clarifies. Finn nods his head. He's heard that name before. He can't quite put his finger on where though. "He seemed so sweet and nice. I was fifteen at the time. I didn't know any better so I believed him when he told me he loved me," Rachel explains. Finn's still looking at her and it makes her blush again. Why is she blushing anyway? She couldn't possibly be attracted to him.

"Jesse St. James!" Finn exclaims. "I know him. Santana often talks about him and how much of a great fuck he is,"

"Finn."

"Sorry. Keep going," Rachel looks at him and doesn't say anything. Finn's worried so he prompts her. "Rach?" Finn says. She realises she's been looking at him and hasn't finished her story.

"I had serious confidence issues and he made me feel pretty and loved. I was over the moon. I was an idiot. He left me. Absolutely broke my heart. He was one of the reasons that ruined me,"

"What was the other?"

"My parents." Finn looks at her agin.

"Your parents?"

"I have two gay dads. They're great people expect for one thing. They crushed my dreams. They told me I'd never make it to Broadway and if I wanted to go to NYADA I'd have to pay the tuition myself. The second reason why I am the way I am." Rachel pauses and a tear runs down her cheek. Finn reaches out to wipe it away as Rachel continues her story. "I'm not the girl I used to be anymore. I don't even sing anymore. I hate my job but I won't quit because Santana's been my friend for years. I'm her best girl. I can't run out on her like that,"

"Rachel..."

"Please, you don't have to say anything. I've been in this business for two years now. Soon I'll have enough money to get into NYADA and I can pursue my dreams. If I even have the spirit left,"

"Baby," Finn places his arm around Rachel's shoulder and she snuggles into him. This is so unprofessional of her but he doesn't seem to mind so she lets it go. She can break her tough girl facade for just one night. Santana doesn't even have to know. She jerks her head up and looks into his hazel eyes.

"You're turn to tell me your life story, Hudson," she says, "starting with your age."

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