Chapter 7

Finn was miserable. This was even worse than after his parents had died. He knew she was out there, hopefully finding a great man that would love and cherish her and have the same interests. Someone that would travel the country or even the world with the beautiful brunette angel. Finn's life went back to pre-Rachel with just existing, going through the motions instead of enjoying life. He missed her humming and singing while she cooked, and her twirling around as she moved from place to place. Rachel was just so full of life that she forced it onto Finn, and he loved it.

Every evening after dinner, Finn sat at the fireplace, trying to read Rachel's letter over and over. He had it memorized from when Artie read it to him, but he wanted to look at the beautiful script while he recited it. If she had only known he would have taken her to bed and not let her up for three months, if she had jumped off that wagon, lavishing her with love. I'm such a coward. I could be in Chicago right now, but I'm so scared that I can't even leave the limits of Lima. She would never want to be with someone like me, even though she said she loved me in the letter. With these thoughts, Finn stared at the fire with tears going down his face, Sookie whining along with her master's sadness.

Rachel and Brittany sat in a nice warm carriage and were halfway through Indiana. The theatre manager understood what Rachel was asking and was fine with it. He said, Artie from Lima, had filled him in on what had gone down between herself and Finn. He wasn't one to step in between true love, and that Brittany could go with her as a companion, and they would hire her a good carriage and driver this time.

Brittany was keeping a constant commentary of what the landscape was like and also what she predicted would happen when Rachel and Finn came back together. "I think fireworks will go off in the sky from the spark you two have."

"Brittany, you know people can't just create fireworks from their body, right?" Brittany obviously didn't hear her, because she started on about the group of deer she sees in a field. Rachel let Brittany's constant talking lull her to sleep, allowing her to dream of Finn.

"Rachel, wake up! We're here. Lima Ohio, and boy, it's little" Rachel opened her eyes to Brittany shaking her arm, and smiled as she stretched. She asked the driver to stop at the post office and then to go to the livery stable and unload their trunks. Walking into the office, Artie looked up and saw Rachel and Brittany. The shock on his face showed that he wasn't expecting to see her there.

"Artie, do you have the letter for Finn that Puck delivered. I need it back."

"Rach...Rachel! You're supposed to be in Chicago, and who is your companion? Um, no, I don't have the letter. Finn came in with this steamer trunk to send to you, so I read it to him. He was pretty devastated over it." So Artie is Finn's mystery reader, which makes so much sense.

"Devastated? I really screwed this up" Rachel said looking at Brittany with despair. Brittany just patted her arm and said, "True love Rachel. True love conquers all." Rachel didn't know if she should believe Brittany's words, but she wasn't going to be a coward. She may have broken Finn, but she was going to heal him too.

Brittany was looking around the office in awe, never being to a small town post office before and saw Artie's wheelchair and totally forgot about Rachel, but was walking around to touch it and talk to Artie. Rachel smiled as the kind hearted Brittany talked to the kind Artie. Now there's a match made in heaven. Those two totally compliment each other. Rachel started to walk out noticing that neither realized she was leaving. As she turned around Brittany sitting on Artie's lap while he wheeled her around the office, both with silly grins on their faces... Rachel just shook her head with a smile on her face as she walked towards the livery stable.

No one was there, or appeared to be there, so Rachel used Finn's trick, "Puck, get your ass out here now or I will sick Pastor Schue on both you and the girl you have in the hay." Since Puck didn't recognize the voice, he stuck his head around the corner while tucking in his shirt, and saw Rachel. His jaw dropped. Rachel gave him her most endearing smile and asked, "Can you take me out to Finn's please Puck? I'll pay you double."

Puck shook his head no and Rachel look crestfallen, "No, I'll take you free of charge. Finn's a mess. I had to defend him against Satan's attacks. He needs you Rachel. There is such a huge difference between Finn with you and Finn without you. Even though you were here for like a day. We all like Finn, but we like Finn with you much better. So let me hitch a carriage up and I will have you there within thirty minutes."

Finn was finishing his evening chores. Animals were fed and up in the barn. The fire was quelled in the workshop for the evening and steam boxes were going, bending wood for his next project. He had to think about dinner, but he just wasn't hungry. He hadn't really wanted to eat since Rachel had left. Sookie was enjoying Rachel's absence because she was receiving lots of leftovers to eat. As Finn sat down for a few with some warm cider in his hand, Sookie starting barking. Finn heard the sound of a carriage coming down the lane.

Wondering who it was, Finn got up and went outside to see, forgetting to put his coat on. Standing in the middle of the lane was an angel in a deep gold cape, whose brunette hair was flowing out from under the hood. Finn smiled, and started to walk towards the angel.

Rachel saw the door open to the front of the house and Puck turned the carriage around and took off back down the lane. She saw Finn walk out with his shirt unbuttoned, flapping in the cold wind, stop and look at her for a moment before his lopsided grin took over his face. Her heart stopped when she saw him take a step towards her. He wasn't rejecting her! She started walking towards Finn, and when they meet each other, he grabs her face and pulled her into a deep kiss, letting all of his misery slip away.

Finn didn't want to pull away from Rachel. The last time he did, she left him, and he wasn't going to do that again. Finally pulling away a little to catch his breath, he stared at Rachel's swollen lips. He let his eyes search her face and his fingers stroke her cheeks, making sure she was real, and not an angel going to leave him.

Rachel turned into his hands as Finn stroked her face. The brightness she saw in his eyes made her heart leap. She kissed his palm when it came near her mouth. Finn hoarsely whispered, "Are you really here, or am I dreaming? Did you come back to me Rachel?"

Whispering back, "Yes Finn. I love you. This is where I want to be, I want to be right here with you Finneus Hudson. Now let's get out of this cold and warm each other up." Finn's eyebrow shot up at the suggestive tone Rachel was using, but he wasn't going to argue.

As soon as they got into the manor and Rachel had pulled her cape off, Finn was on her, kissing every bit he could. Rachel was kissing him back with as much passion as he was, letting their tongues dance and they worked undressing each other. Rachel had an easy time pulling Finn's button-down off and pulled the undershirt off, yanking down his pants just as quickly until Finn stood there looking like a Greek god.

Finn was getting frustrated with all the buttons that were on her shirt and skirt. Letting out a low growl and not caring anymore, Finn grabbed the sides and yanked, sending buttons flying everywhere, and he did the same with her skirt. Only in here camisole and slip, Finn was nibbling near her ear when he whispered, "You're still overdressed. If you like these undergarments, you need to take them off, or they will be ripped off by me too." Not caring, and knowing it would be faster, Rachel let Finn rip the garments off her, enjoying the primal power he was displaying.

Grabbing pillows and blankets, Finn laid them down in front of the fireplace and then laid Rachel on top of them. Smiling, he started going for the areas of sensitivity that he remembered from last time, causing Rachel to purr and buck her hips. As he kept up his onslaught on her body by his lips and tongue, his finger found her clit and slowly started flicking it gently, and with each flick sending a wave through her.

Smiling against her breast, Finn grabbed Rachel's hands and placed them on his length. He heard her gasp as her hands circled him.

Rachel had never felt anything like it. His length was both hard and soft at the same time. The tip was smooth and Rachel's finger traced the opening where moisture was forming. Then as she moved down the shaft, she could feel the bumpiness of the blood vessels that stuck out. Without thinking, Rachel lowered her head and placed the tip in her mouth. Finn let out a growl when he felt her moist tongue swirl over his tip. As she continued playing with his length, her hands fell to his sac and proceed to play and massage those.

When Finn couldn't take it any longer, he lifted her up and set her on his shaft. A scream escaped Rachel's lips when she felt him totally in her, and she instinct started moving, trying to create friction against her clit. Finn grabbed her thighs, moving her in a rhythm and then he flicked her clit just one more time as she started to clasp down on him and it sent her over the edge. This in turn did the same for Finn and almost at the same time the two came at the same time growling each others name.

Falling on top of Finn, not wanting to pull him out of her, Rachel laid her head on his chest. Finn slowly tapped a rhythm on her back, not wanting to talk and break the moment, but he knew it had to happen. Lifting her chin to look at him, Finn looked into her eyes and said, "I love you Rachel Berry. I don't want you to ever leave me again. Be my wife. Force me to be the man that you know I can be. You make me want to go out in the world and stop hiding. Please, please be my wife."

Rachel gave Finn one of her brightest smiles yelling, "YES YES YES! Finn Hudson, I will be your wife. I am never going to leave you again. These last five days have been awful. I am never leaving your side again."

"Good. Because I have never gotten rid of a present from St. Nikolaus, and you are my present sent to me by heaven above. You are my angel, Rachel."

Rachel hadn't thought about it, but maybe she was. She was given it much thought, but the horse had brought her far out of the way on the Feast of St. Nikolaus and instead of being place in his shoe, she had almost run him over.

Kissing Finn deeply, she whispered, 'Who am I to argue with St. Nikolaus?"