A/N: Another shout-out to Brooke, Nenne and Gabi for being amazing, letting me bounce ideas off of them, and beta-reading, of course! 3

Part Seven

"Finn, I don't understand why you're being like this!" Rachel, exasperated, looked up at him with confusion and hurt. "We're married- you're supposed to trust me."

"Well, I trusted you once and you hooked up with Puck, so tell me that I'm wrong!"

The apartment got very still, and Finn instantly wished he could take it back.

Mentally kicking himself, Finn rushed forward and reached for her hands, which were instantly snatched back. Her face was twisted with anger, but her eyes- which had grown big and shined with tears- showed how much his comment hurt.

"I can't believe you're bringing that up." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her tiny body shaking from rage or sadness, Finn couldn't decide which. "You know I'd never do that to you again. How dare you, Finn Hudson."

Finn watched as Rachel moved as far as she could away from him, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Rachel- I didn't mean it." Finn desperately reached for her again. "It's him I don't trust, not you!"

Once he reached her, Rachel instantly pushed him back, hard.

"Don't touch me!"

"Rach, come on-"

"No! I can't believe we're still dealing with this bullshit! We aren't in high school anymore, Finn!"

"No, we are in the big city where there are guys who have full permission to touch your ass or kiss you, even though you're married!" Finn's anger grew just thinking about what he'd seen at her dress rehearsal earlier.

He hadn't planned on going to watch her rehearse, but the chief had let him go home early, and he hadn't seen her since the night before, and he just missed her. Plus he never passed up an opportunity to hear Rachel sing.

Entering the theater, the first thing he saw was Rachel on stage, singing through the song she'd been working on for weeks, and Finn felt himself glow with pride as he snuck into the auditorium and watched.

The feeling quickly faded away though as a new actor came out and joined her, and instantly Finn saw red.

Because this guy, this asshole, was reaching for his wife, and was kissing her on the neck.

Needless to say, Rachel was just as surprised to find her pissed off husband pacing in her dressing room an hour later.

"Well, guess what? I'm an actress, so with everything I do there is a chance I'll have to kiss someone else or act romantic with someone that isn't you. And I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry!" Almost shouting at this point, Rachel barreled on, pointing a finger accusingly at him. "I love what I do. I'm good at it. I am not going to apologize for doing my job!"

"I know that! But that Jacob kid-"

"Finn, when will you get it through your thick head? I love you, not some actor who I've been working with for two weeks!" Breathing heavily, Rachel dropped her hands.

Silence engulfed the tiny apartment again as they both stared at each other. Shaking her head once again, Rachel rubbed her eyes before she spoke.

"Ok, you have two options here, Finn Hudson." Walking up to him, Rachel reached up and pulled his face down to her, forcing him to focus on what she was saying.

"One- you grow up and realize that I meant what I said on our wedding day- realize that I mean it every time I kiss you. And hold your hand. And have you inside me." Finn could barely breathe- Rachel's brown eyes were burning with an intensity that he rarely saw- an intensity he knew was reserved for when Rachel Berry was fighting for something, and had no intention of giving up or losing.

Literally a whisper away from his face, Rachel swallowed thickly. "I am yours, andno one else's."

Tears started to fall down her cheeks, but her voice remained strong. "Option two- if you can't or won't see that- then stop coming to my plays. In fact, stop coming home, because obviously you don't trust me and I don't know what to do with a husband who doesn't trust me." Pushing him back, Rachel marched towards their bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Frustrated, Finn groaned as he fell back on the couch. He ran is hands through his hair and tried rubbing the exhaustion off his face. He didn't need anyone to tell him that he'd fucked up big time- he knew it, just as much as he knew that Rachel was right.

Of course he trusted Rachel. Of course he knew that she loved him.

He never did doubt that, no matter what he'd said about Puck or anything else.

It was just, seeingthe way that Jacob jerk looked at her- like she was this piece of ass. Seeing him kiss the love of his life, hold her close like that…..Like he had the right to do that. It made Finn's blood boil just to think about it.

But none of that was on Rachel, Finn knew, deflating. It took a pretty big person to admit when they were wrong, and Finn knew that not only had he been wrong, he'd been pretty damn unreasonable.

Glancing at his closed bedroom door, Finn wondered how he was gonna make this better. He hadn't seen Rachel that upset in a really long time, and knowing that he was the one to cause it made his heart hurt and his stomach ache.

Standing up, he made his way over to the door and stopped. Should he knock? Just go in? It is his bedroom, after all.

Leaning down, Finn listened for any signs of movement from the inside. It was silent except for the occasional sniffle, which meant she'd finally stopped crying.

Taking a deep breath, Finn lightly knocked on the door, waiting for permission to come in. Holding his breath for what seemed like hours, he let out a sigh of relief when he faintly heard Rachel's, "Come in."

Cautiously, Finn opened the door and looked around the room, his heart breaking even more when his eyes fell on his wife, who was curled up in a ball on their bed. Having taken off the clothes she's worn to rehearsal, Rachel was in a pair of shorts and the t-shirt that smelled like her dad's, her eyes were still red and puffy from crying. She looked more like a little girl who's fallen off her bike than a grown woman who'd just shouted at her husband for his stupidity.

"Rach?" Finn asked softly, keeping his position in the open doorway.

Sitting up, Rachel pulled her hair back and looked up at him with weary eyes, leaving it up to him to say something.

"Rach, I just wanted to say that I was wrong. And that I'm an idiot. A big one." Finn looked over at his wife again, but she was still just starring at him, waiting for him to finish. Sighing, Finn shuffled his feet, feeling like he was back in high school again.

"I trust you, I really do. There's no one in this world you I trust more, I swear. I know I put my foot in my mouth a couple times tonight-" Finn took it as a good sign when Rachel snorted. "-and I know I made a jackass out of myself. And I'm sorry."

Holding his breath for the second time that night, Finn waited for Rachel to say or do something. Seeing her deflate in front of him, he wanted to cry when she asked in a child-like voice, "So you do trust me then?"

Rushing up to the bed and gathering her close, Finn wanted to kick himself again for making his wife feel this way. "Of course I trust you." Stroking her hair, Finn let her cry again. "I am so sorry, Baby. I should never have said that thing about Puck. I was out of line and I didn't mean it."

At this point Rachel's body was racking with sobs, and it took everything Finn had not to cry, too. "I'm so sorry to have made you feel this bad, Rachel. I love you so much. Please don't cry."

Holding her tight, her body seated in his lap and her arms clinging to him, Finn let her cry herself out. After a few more minutes, Rachel breathed deeply.

"I love you, too. You know that right?"

Pulling back, Finn cupped her face in his hands, brushing her stray tears away with his thumb. Finn leaned in and started laying small, gentle kisses around her face, whispering how much he loved her with every kiss, until finally he found her lips and pulled her close, never wanting to let her go.

Pulling back, Rachel closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against his. "I said yes to two proposals for a reason, you know."

Heart swelling, Finn pulled her close again and gently flipped her on her back. Lifting up her shirt, he started trailing kisses on her stomach, promising himself to never get to so crazy again.

Because this part of Rachel was reserved just for him, and as she ran her fingers through his hair and softly moaned his name, Finn smiled for the first time all night.