Author's Note: Alright, I won't say this is going to be the final chapter because this story leaves things kind of open, but this is most definitely the climax. As Rated M, baby! :) I hope that it doesn't seem totally out of nowhere/OOC, but to me it's like dropping a Mentos into a soda bottle; the longer you keep it capped, the bigger the explosion when you release it. So yeah, serious smut warning.
Reviews would be lovely and let me know how you think I handled the whole situation.
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy owns Glee. I own... nothing legally, actually. Haha. So please do not sue, as no copyright infringement is intended.
Finn had sped up his pace after turning the corner of the concession stand, rushing back to the boy's locker room. He would end his lunch hour in the weight room, he decided. He felt like if he didn't release some steam he would legit have a break down.
Figuring it wouldn't be a good idea to bench lift without a spotter Finn walked over to the punching bag. He warmed up slowly, barely even noticing the stinging from his right knuckle. He knew he was only making it worse but he didn't care.
How had everything changed so quickly, he wondered. Two days ago he was a father to be; a boyfriend; a best friend. And now he was none of those things... now he had undefined and overdeveloped feelings for a girl who he had not only mistreated but whom had a boyfriend. And not three hours after ending things with Quinn he was sticking his tongue into Rachel's perfect, sweet tasting-
Shit. Finn knew he was in trouble. The kiss had ended so abruptly, and because of a phone call from her boyfriend, so Finn had focused only on getting away before he started begging Rachel... for what he wasn't sure.
But that kiss had done something to him, and now that he was ruminating on the memory his lips seemed to tingle and that familiar feeling in his lower stomach started. Trying to stop that train of thought since he really didn't want to start thinking with his dick (it would be too easy) Finn tried to get his mind back on track and figure out what the hell to do now.
Rachel had contemplated going back to lunch but decided it was time to do some serious thinking. After carefully hanging Finn's jacket in her locker (and taking a second, just a second, to pretend it was there for totally different reasons; ie. her quarterback boyfriend had insisted she wear it around...) Rachel shook off the thought and headed to her Safe Place, as she was beginning to think of it.
Once she was sitting in her spot backstage Rachel realized she already knew what she was going to do. She couldn't possibly continue a relationship with Jesse; not because she had any serious hope of a chance with Finn, but because she had been able to cheat on him. And it wasn't just a momentary lapse of judgement type of thing. She'd been so lost in the moment with Finn, the promixity of him and his scent and then his LIPS... Rachel's hand automatically went up to her mouth... the POINT was Jesse hadn't even crossed her mind, laying in the grass with Finn. No, she wasn't breaking up with Jesse for Finn, not really. But she was breaking up with Jesse because of her feelings for Finn. They may never actually become anything but she somehow knew her feelings for Jesse would never measure up.
And what was worse; the only guilt Rachel felt was that over letting Finn walk away, of even answering the phone in the first place. Finn had been the first person from New Directions to actually be friendly towards her from the very beginning. Even if they were in a strange place recently she'd been who he sought out when the truth about Quinn came to light. And even if Rachel wished they could someday become more than friends she knew that right here and now Finn would most likely be on the rebound, not to mention nursing his wounds from the serious duplicity he had been subjected to.
Rachel thanked Jehovah that her phone went off in that moment because she was leading herself down a twisted path she wasn't sure she'd return from. She opened her phone to a message from Kurt.
Where are you?
Kurt had wanted details on her unpleasant morning with Jesse and Rachel had been looking forward to talking to Kurt about it and hearing his opinion. Now she needed his advice even more but lunch period was about to end. She texted him a reply, carefully leaving out any details about Finn.
I am sitting backstage in the auditorium. The last couple of days have been pretty intense, I knew I told you I would tell you about my morning but I needed a break. Wasn't sure if I could handle any more stares.
And it wasn't even for the mere fact that they were making her feel like a piece of meat on display. The same boys were were heckling her yesterday were drooling in her direction and it was all Rachel could do to stop herself from calling them out. Rachel was playing out a wonderful scene in her mind in which she gave all those jocks a piece of her mind when a voice interuppted her.
"Lunch ends in about 5 minutes, but I figure that's long enough for you to tell me what's actually bothering you. Mercedes here would like to know as well," Kurt's voice came from stage left and Rachel saw he and Mercedes standing there, both of them with their hands on their hips and expectant expressions on their faces.
"I-" Rachel knew she was a wonderful actress, yes, but she hated the idea of putting on a facade with Kurt and Mercedes. "You need to promise me, promise, that if I tell you it doesn't leave the three of us. It's not really my business except that someone else's business is now affecting me by way of their actions towards me," she spewed out the words, not even sure if they were coherent. Her hands were kind of shaking because she was going to tell them and she was so afraid that if they told someone Finn would never forgive her.
"Wha-" Kurt started, but Rachel knew if he said anything sarcastic she might cloister up.
"Quinn lied to Finn about being the father of the baby and he reached out to me for support and today, outside, during lunch, he kissed me. And I kissed him back. We kissed." She took in their reactions; Mercedes with her hand covering her mouth while Kurt's eyes had seemed to get bigger every time Rachel said 'kissed'.
"What about Jesse?" Kurt asked, trying to ignore the slight jealousy he felt and the catty thoughts towards Rachel that sprang to mind. He'd nearly banished them completely but Finn was his dream boy. Although his perception of him had changed lately, he still hadn't completely let go of the crush.
"Who's the father?" Mercedes questioned before Rachel could answer Kurt, and recieved a look from Rachel like she was worried Mercedes was latching on to a juicy piece of gossip. "Is it Puck?" Rachel's look of surprise was confirmation enough. "Look girl, I'm a people watcher. I've seen you and Finn eyeing each other for like, EVER, and I've seen Quinn ignoring these really weird looks from Puck. I just thought..." Mercedes shrugged, like she wasn't even sure what she'd thought of it. "Plus he was the one that spelled it out for us that Quinn was pregnant, and he seemed kind of annoyed at the whole thing," she remembered.
"Poor Finn," Kurt spoke, almost to himself, a far away look in his eyes. Then he fixed his gaze on Rachel as the bell rang. "Walk with me," he said, looping his arm with hers while Mercedes took Rachel's other side.
"Tell me what you're thinking," Kurt requested, and Rachel was trying to take all of it in. She still hadn't answered either of their questions, although Mercedes' didn't seem to warrant a response.
"Well," Rachel breathed, smiling a little at being sandwiched between the two and wondering again at the many changes occuring in her life, "I've decided to end things with Jesse." She announced. Both of her friends stopped in their tracks. "It's not for Finn!" she said quickly.
"Oh hell no, Rachel," Mercedes spoke. "Didn't Finn already mess you around? Do you really trust that this isn't some rebound thing?" Mercedes spoke like she was trying not to be condecending, totally ignoring Rachel's last comment.
"It's not like that Mercedes, I swear," Rachel spoke confidently. "But I can't date Jesse knowing that I feel so strongly for someone else. I can't let him try to win my heart when it's already occupied. It isn't fair to him at all, especially now."
"Are you going to tell him about the kiss?" Kurt asked, still trying to come to terms with the fact that this Rachel and Finn thing was probably going to get serious. It seemed sort of inevitable.
"Actually," Rachel looked down at the floor, "I plan on texting him, probably say something simple and sweet."
The pair standing before her looked flabbergasted.
"Oh don't look so shocked. It is 2009 and this is the age of technology. We are not engaged, we've only been 'official' since yesterday. This isn't out of the realm of acceptable behavior."
Kurt was shaking his head, muttering to himself, and Mercedes was fighting back giggling. Being friends with Rachel was entertaining, that was for sure.
"And just what are you going to say to him in a text message to let him know that your budding relationship is crushed into smithereens?" Kurt asked, and Rachel wondered why he seemed so annoyed. And people called her dramatic?
"Um, well at first I was mentally composing this long detailed text, but I've decided upon a simple, 'I don't think we should see each other any longer. Be well, Rachel.'" She looked at them triumphantly, as if daring them to refute any points she made in why this was a perfectly logical idea. When they were silent Rachel reached for her phone and typed out that exact message before shutting it off, smiling widely. Without the weight of Jesse on her conscious she could face the situation with Finn head on, wherever it might go.
Kurt was about to launch into the repercussions Rachel might have to deal with if she didn't explain things to Jesse, especially if he genuinely liked her (Men and their egos, he thought) but the late bell was ringing and they all looked at each other in alarm and dashed off in different directions.
As Rachel was being reprimanded by her Creative Writing teacher she slunk into her seat, waiting with bated breath for her free period and then AP English. It had taking a lot of convincing, both her parents and Mr. Figgins, but Rachel was taking the class plus her regular English because it was effectively a Juniors-only class. But being Rachel Berry meant being prepared to the fullest. If she didn't get into Julliard she was banking on NYU. The theater department was fantastic and while she majored in that, she could minor in English. Maybe even pull off a double major if she wasn't consumed in parts. Of course if things took off right away in the acting department it would remain a minor and she could use the degree when she retired from show business.
Glancing at the clock and noticing that she had been two minutes late, Rachel decided that she was done allowing the dramas of life to inhibit her usual dedication to everything she did. There was no excuse for neglecting school work, and absolutely abhorrent that she'd been late to TWO classes in ONE day. She had texted Jesse and could figured out how she wanted to approach Finn when she finished her paper next period. But now was a picture prompt writing assignment, and Rachel allowed herself to create a mini-world around a photograph of an underwater kingdom where a mermaid was smiling, watching an egg crack.
When she was done her story was about new beginnings. The mermaid was a princess who was waiting for her true love to emerge from the shell in which he'd been imprison by the Sea Witch, so engraged was she that the prince didn't want to be her mate. When Rachel was finished she knew the story was just the catalyst she needed and she felt ready to deal with what may come.
Finn sat in the choir room pouting. He'd waited right until the late bell for her but Rachel didn't show up to her 7th period class. He knew she had Creative Writing then but when she didn't show up he felt even more depressed. Finn knew Rachel was always early to class, unless she was slushied. Then she was like some sort of Superman person because she was in and out, completely cleaned off (unless it got her hair, in which case she would go to the teacher, let them take one look at her, and get handed a pass to the locker room to shower) in like, a minute and a half flat, and since he hadn't seen her covered in the stuff she had to have ditched class. Probably went home, since Rachel always did everything full force. And it was all his fault.
Good job, asshole, he thought to himself. Finn knew it was probably really stupid of him to kiss Rachel, and not just because she had a boyfriend. He knew she thought he was in some really bad place, and he was... but his feelings for her didn't just appear because of that. Finn felt like she HAD to know, HAD to see, but then he reminded himself that yeah, she had seen something. At the bowling alley, in the auditorium. But Finn had run out after that first kiss, asking her not to tell anyone, and after the bowling alley she probably thought everything they shared that day was just him pretending so he could get her back into the club. Finn felt like punching himself, or even better, getting one of her father's to punch him.
He ignored Mr. Shuester's eyes on him and stared at the paper in front of him which was folded in half and sort of crumpled a bit. Finn didn't want to open it; didn't want to read the things he'd written about how Rachel was what he loved about glee. And about school. And about his life, when she was in it. He blew out a breath and told himself to stop being such a fucking girl. It was time to bite the bullet and just tell Rachel how he felt. 'Use words', she'd asked of him. But Finn was no good with words, that much everybody knew. What he was good at was spewing verbal diahhrea that NEVER checked with his brain before leaving his mouth.
"Finn," Mr. Shuester popped Finn's mental image of word vomit (it looked kind of like alphabet soup but the letters were multicolored like the alphabet was in pre-school, and they were strung together to make words with silly string) "you are aware that I expect you to hand in the 1,000 word essay by the end of the period."
Finn's nodded furiously, ignoring the confused looks he saw in his peripherals that Mike and Matt sent him. He didn't turn his head because then he would see Puck, who was sitting in the back on the opposite side of the room, right behind Matt who almost concealed him unless he ducked.
Finn decided to just ramble in the paper (how was he supposed to know how many words was 1,000 words? was he supposed to count them?) until it took up two sides. Figuring that would have to be good enough, he stood up and gave it to Mr. Shuester who was looking at Finn with a worried expression.
"You alright, Finn?" Mr. Shuester asked.
Finn shrugged and sat back down, and to his surprise and relief Mr. Shuester didn't press the subject.
By the time 7th period was over Finn knew what he had to do; he had to convince Rachel that his feelings were real, even if she had that stupid boyfriend. Revving himself up to go to her house he hadn't even noticed the bell ring, let alone his teammates leaving. When he finally felt ready he stood up and headed out of the room. Almost out of the door his mouth dropped open when he saw Rachel walking briskly towards the choir room.
His feet carried him until he was standing right in front of her.
"I thought you left," he said before he could help himself, and then pressed his lips together. He was hoping he wouldn't scare her off or make her mad. It was going to be hard to keep track of his words, though, when he couldn't stop looking at her lips. Damn hormones.
"Why would you think that?" she wondered, looking confused.
"I was sort of standing by the door of your 7th period class," he admitted, trying to control his blush, but the heat rose in his cheeks anyway. He was so pathetic. "You're never late to class, even if you get slushied you get there on time. So I figured you were, ya know, upset and went home," he was mumbling in the end, realizing what an idiot he probably sounded like. Why would she be that upset, right? She has this wonderful boyfriend making her all happy, no way a kiss from some douche bag who'd hurt her time and again was going to effect her life that much.
"Actually Finn, I was planning on talking to you about that," Rachel said, and Finn really wished he was better at reading the less obvious things in a person's expressions. What was that glint in Rachel's eye?
"Let's go to your house," Finn said, grabbing her hand like he had earlier to head towards the door.
"What? No, Finn, I need to go to the choir room to work on the paper for glee!" Rachel protested verbally, but didn't try to pull away. If anything she positioned her hand more comfortably in his.
"I already thought you left, and you were already late to a class-"
"Two actually," she reminded him, and Finn ignored his annoyance at himself for screwing up her day and decided he could use that to his advantage.
"See, your perfect record is already shot. Might as well go for broke," they were at her locker now, and Rachel just looked at him with that weird glint in her eye again before shrugging her shoulders.
"I guess I am missing out on the common teenage experiences of truancy," she said, and even though Finn wasn't totally sure what she meant he saw her gathering her belongings and handing him his jacket, so he figured it meant she agreed to ditching.
"Did you drive to school?" he asked when she closed her door, kind of hoping she had even if it meant taking seperate cars.
"No, I um, got a ride in," Rachel said, biting her lip, and Finn was unpleasantly reminded of her boyfriend. "But this works out well, as I was in need of a ride home today anyway," Rachel said, and Finn stopped thinking about Mr. Vocal Adreneline and grabbed her hand again. She gave him a small smile and didn't pull back, but allowed him to lead her out of the side door and to his parking spot.
They were quiet as they headed to his car but it was a pleasant kind of silence and Finn was starting to relax when they were climbing in. He turned on his ignition and the calm was broken the blasting of his radio, loud angry music with a LOT of cursing filling the air. Fumbling with the buttons, he looked over at Rachel expecting her to be shocked and appalled but she was laughing, almost hysterically. Finn found himself joining in and they just looked at each other until they were only softling chuckling.
Finn snapped his attention back to getting them to... where were they going?
"Uh Rach, my mom's home and probably won't be very happy if she finds out I cut school."
She nodded understandingly. "My Dad went to Portland last night for a workshop, and Daddy's working on this big case that's kept him late every night this week. We could go to my house so our parents will be none the wiser."
Finn smiled to himself while putting the car in reverse, accepting how pathetic he was over Rachel. Just the way she spoke, ESPECIALLY if he didn't understand, made him want to pull her close and hold her like he'd never let her go.
Unable to resist he glanced at Rachel and she was worrying her lip. Scared that she might be regretting... whatever it was they were doing, Finn reached out his hand but stopped at the last second, not sure if she would accept holding his hand again if she was questioning everything.
When she noticed his hand hovering over hers she looked up at him and smiled softly before fitting her fingers between his. Finn had no idea what any of it meant, but in this moment he knew how he felt about Rachel; he was freaking falling in love with her. Like, whoa. He'd known he'd felt something really heavy towards her but LOVE? His palms started to sweat and he got worried that Rachel would notice but she was happily singing along to a song he vaguely recognized on the radio.
"I'm really glad you came back to glee," he found himself saying, and Rachel whispered a 'Me too' before going back to singing softly, a smile lingering on her beautiful mouth.
When Finn was stopped at a red light Rachel was looking out the window, and Finn was looking at Rachel. Like, really letting himself look. Was she trying to kill him with that shirt, he wondered, she's so short and he's so tall so the view is SPECTACULAR and those legs in that skirt...
"Finn the light is green," Rachel's voice called his attention up to her face and Finn saw her blushing. He ducked his head and glued his eyes back on the road, feeling sort of ashamed of himself that he'd be so obviously checking her out. But she didn't seem mad. Out of the corner of his eye he saw she was still red, but that small smile was still there and Finn found a smirk creep onto his own lips.
"We're here," Rachel said a little breathlessly, popping out of the car and Finn could swear he heard her take a big, deep breath. He wondered if she was feeling the same tension he was- when he once again remembered that she was probably just trying to not freak out on Finn for acting like this while she had a boyfriend.
"Finn?" Rachel called, and motioned for him to follow her with a raised eyebrow. He got out of the car and followed her to her front door.
"So what do you want to do?" he asked dumbly, suddenly feeling less determined and more scared shitless at the idea of telling Rachel how he felt about her.
"I already told you, Finn," she said as they stepped in, closing the door behind her and leading him into the sitting room. "I want to talk about what happened during lunch," Rachel sounded very sure of herself and it made Finn even more nervous. He was pretty sure she was about to tell him it was out of line for him to kiss her and that while she'd be there as his friend she really didn't want anything more. And Finn was fighting back all the thoughts of how he didn't deserve her anyway so what had he been thinking, hoping she'd fall into his arms after a declaration of love.
"I'm-" Finn began, but the doorbell rang, causing both of them to shoot each other scared looks. Had they been caught?
"Rachel I saw you go in, with some guy no less. So answer the door, because I deserve some answers and I am not leaving your front stoop until I get them!" Jesse's voice came through the front door, and Rachel looked all sorts of embarassed. This guy sounded like almost a big a drama queen as Rachel or Kurt, and Finn found himself wondering what sort of answers the jerk thought he deserved. Rachel shouldn't have to answer to anyone, especially a snot nosed spoiled brat from Carmel.
Rachel rushed towards the front door looking kind of ticked off, and Finn almost felt bad for the guy. An angry Rachel was sort of terrifying.
Swinging the door open, Rachel didn't even speak but merely gestured for Jesse to come in, much to Finn's annoyance. The two boys faced off for a moment before, Finn rising slowly from the couch and trying to look menacing.
"Who's this?" he asked sharply, and Finn had to literally bite his tongue to stop from telling this fucker to stop talking to Rachel like that.
"That's my friend, Finn. He's in glee with me, and if you don't mind we were actually about to discuss something important so I would like you to leave." Rachel was tapping her foot and wringing her hands together, looking torn between impatience and what looked almost like guilt. Oddly enough though, that emotion only played out on her face when she looked at Finn. Shouldn't she feel bad that she was pretty much throwing her boyfriend out to hang with another guy?
"This was all a big waste of time my, wasn't it? I mean seriously Rachel, I've only been around you two for all of thirty seconds and I can already see that Finn here is in love with you!"
The room went silent and Finn eyes were saucers. "It doesn't matter," he found himself saying, his eyes going to the floor to avoid Rachel's shocked expression, "because she's your girlfriend."
And then Jesse was scoffing and heading towards the door.
"She didn't tell you?" he hissed out bitterly, "She broke up with me earlier. I assume you were the friend she was helping during lunch?" When neither of them answered, Jesse nodded his head. "I can put two and two together, you know. You think if I can tell you like her I can't tell she feels the same?" Jesse shrugged his shoulders. "I hope you two are happy together." And then he was walking at the door and Finn looked at Rachel, waiting for her to follow after her (ex?) boyfriend.
But she was just staring at Finn with a strange look on her face, like she was waiting for him to confirm what Jesse had said, like Finn really was as stupid as he always said if he couldn't see what Jesse saw.
"Finn?" she whispered softly, but Finn looked away again. He didn't want to be the reason she broke up with her boyfriend, even while he DID want to be the reason she broke up with her boyfriend.
"You should go after him," Finn said, looking almost as shocked as Rachel when the words left his mouth. But then Rachel's shock turned to anger and she stormed towards Finn, shoving him in the chest roughly.
"Why are you being such a coward?" she yelled, and Finn was too stunned to reply. "Why can't you just for once, admit to how you're really feeling? Why did you kiss me today? Holding my hand, wanting to lay with me, that could be excused away as needing comfort from a friend in a difficult time. But you kissed me! And I don't want to be a rebound but I do want you and-" Her voice seemed to break, and with it something inside of Finn snapped.
He backed Rachel towards the wall, reaching up his hand to wipe away the tear that had escaped.
Then he was kissing her again, much like he had earlier, trying to put all of his feelings into the kiss. She pulled away and looked upset, so Finn figured he needed to talk fast so he could get back to the kissing.
"I am a coward Rach, I know. But Jesse was right. I, I really think- I'm- I don't know a lot of things for sure, especially right now, but I do know that what I feel for you is stronger than any fear I have that you might not feel the same. But I couldn't just tell you that I love you while you had a boyfriend!" Finn defended himself.
"You love me?" Rachel asked wide eyed.
Rachel couldn't believe it. He'd said he loves her. He LOVES her. But it all seemed to sudden, even if it was everything she'd dreamed of since their first duet. How could she know this wasn't brought on by the emotional upheaval he was dealing with? How could she trust it?
Finn could tell Rachel was still unsure of his sincerity, so he employed both his words and actions, hoping she would see just how much he meant it. Pressing her against the wall, he wrapped his hands around her thighs and lifted her up. Her skirt, however, was so tight that it rode up completely when her legs opened, affording Finn a full view of her panties.
Rachel gasped but Finn didn't give her a chance to do anything, merely pressing himself against her tighter and melding theirs mouths together. Rachel had to stifle a moan as he ground against her, and she hoped she didn't become too excited. These panties definitely wouldn't hide her arousal, especially with the way she was exposed.
"Rach," Finn whispered, hoping he could get the words right and letting her response to his actions so far egg him on, "I've wanted to be with you for so long," he whispered against her neck, kissing a path from her collar bone to the dip of her cleavage, getting more and more turned on. "I'm so sorry," he brought his head back up, kissing her lips, then her nose and forehead, all the while rocking against her center and trying to maintain control. "Never wanna hurt you again," he choked out, fighting back a moan.
"Finn," she whimpered, and Rachel felt Finn jerk against her. "Oh my," Rachel's head rolled back and hit the wall when his bulge pressed right against her clit. She felt like she was rapidly losing control and, probably despite her better judgement, was allowing herself to go with the flow. This is what she'd always wanted, after all. And if he didn't mean it, this, then she would deal with that later. Until then she'd take whatever it was he wanted to give because it felt so right and Rachel could only pray that he felt it too. Rachel pulled Finn's head back by his hair, forcing him to look her in the eye.
Finn came then, eyes locked on Rachel's, the sight of her swollen lips and feel of her against him all too much. The tug of his hair had sent sparks straight to his cock and he choked out her name as he exploded. His eyes had drifted shut and he felt the humiliation rise. What would she think of him now? When he opened his eyes Rachel merely raised an eyebrow at him, face flushed, before diving right back in to the kiss. Finn backed them away from the wall and sat them on the couch, his hands moving to Rachel's ass and his cock was already springing back to life as he felt the round globes under his hands. "You're so sexy Rach. So fucking hot," he rasped out, sucking lightly on the spot on her neck that had caused goosebumps to spring up on her arms. "God, you're so beautiful. I want you be mine." Pulling his face away from the dip in her shirt again, Finn pulling the scarf out from under her collar and bringing it up over her head. He reached for her buttons after dropping the scarf on her lap, but Rachel stopped him.
"We should go upstairs," she told him, trying to shove away the butterflies that were flapping wildly in her stomach. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to give herself to Finn?
"Wait," Finn said, and Rachel's stomach clenched. Was he already changing his mind? She was about to get out of lap when he finished his thought, "I know we got kind of carried away but I don't wanna make you feel like you have to, you know, do anything you don't wanna do," Finn spoke earnestly, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, thumb rubbing her bottom lip. Rachel wrapped his hand in both of hers before bringing it to her lips and kissing it gently.
"Remember what I said in celibacy club? That girls want it just as much as boys?" She brought his hand down to her breast, and he gasped and bucked his hips in response. Rachel fought off the urge to giggle, worried if she broke the straight faced demeanor the nerves would rush back. "I want to trust you with me body, with my heart," she whispered, and let go of his hand when he started caressing her. "I want to be yours."
Finn's control was left behind at those words. He once again lifted Rachel up, one hand under her ass, the other still caressing her boob. Her ass and boob! And she said she wanted to be his! "You're so amazing," he said, but it was sort of muffled against her lips so he wasn't sure she heard it. They crashed through the door of her room, trying their damndest to breathe steadily through their noses. By that time Finn had unbutton her first two buttons (one handed, who's the man!) and was now playing with her nipple over her sexy lacy bra that seemed to match her panties. Finn's cock was throbbing again and he really hoped that they were going to go all the way. And not just so he could bury himself in a tight, warm place for release; he wanted to be Rachel's first, wanted her to be his first. He needed them to be together in every way possible.
Finn laid her down on the bed and seemed to grow impatient with the clothes they were both wearing, because he had pulled his hands off of Rachel's body to rip off his own shirt, and in turn Rachel finished unbottoning her shirt, reaching for the zipper so she could pull it out of the skirt. It was all sorts of difficult to manage with shaking fingers.
"Let me," Finn's voice was deeper than he'd ever heard it, and it was like his body was moving out on instinct; he unzipped Rachel's skirt and untucked her shirt but instead of just pulling the shirt off, he slipped her sleeves slowly down her arms and then continued pulling it down her body until he was tugging on her skirt and belt, slipping the materials down her amazingly long legs. How- she was so short- Finn was about to start thanking all higher powers that he was able to experience this when his mind short circuited; Rachel had latched her mouth onto his nipple while at the same time cupping him through his boxers. He hissed and eased her hand away and Rachel looked up at him. "I uh, I don't want to-" he couldn't finish the sentence, but figured if he was about to do sexy things, he should be able to discuss sexy things. "I don't want to come before I'm inside of you," he rushed out, hoping it sounded much sexier to her than it sounded to him.
But it seemed to do the job because her pupils dilated and suddenly Finn couldn't contain himself anymore and he reached for her panties, running his fingers along the damp material. They both moaned when he did it and Finn looked at her for permission before pulling them down her legs as well. She nodded and Finn had to think of the mailman when he got his first glimpse of her bare pussy.
"I'm gonna touch you now," left his mouth, but he didn't wait for any sort of response before running his finger along her slit, dick twitching when he found the copious amounts of moisture. He slipped a finger inside of her, this time looking up to try and read her reactions, wanting to make this as good for her as he could. "Does it feel good, baby?" he asked, not even noticing the term of endearment. It had just felt natural.
"Yeah," Rachel moaned out as he inserted another fingers, pumping them faster and scissoring a bit.
"You're so tight, Rach," he said, and Rachel only nodded absentmindedly. He had curled his fingers and there was a tingling beginning to shoot from her lower belly to her toes whenever he touched a certain spot.
"Finn, please," she whispered, not able to finish the sentence but hoping that he understood; she needed more.
What she did not expect was for him to suddenly plunge his head down, bring her left leg over his shoulder, and latch his mouth onto her clit, sucking gently. He flicked it with his tongue, now pumping three fingers into her, and suddenly Rachel saw bright white behind her lids, back bowing as she came.
He pulled his head back a bit, feelings her leg still shaking on his shoulder, just barely holding out control of his own orgasm with images of Sue Sylvester bathing in the blood of the mailman. He withdrew his fingers and, when Rachel opened her eyes, made sure she saw him licking them clean.
"Mm," he moaned out, lost in his lust. His cock was so hard and Rachel looked so gorgeous right now. Her bra the only thing on her body covering her heaving chest, legs sprawled open and thighs glistening a bit. Finn started kissing her again, long languid kisses, before pulling back. "Everything about you tastes so sweet, Rachel," he whispered, and for the first time he was able to witness just how far the blush could reach oh her body.
Rachel sat up a bit, taking off her bra and reaching for Finn's boxers. When she saw his cock spring free her mouth dropped a bit. "It's so big," she squeeked out. When she saw Finn's smug face she smacked his arm and then boldly reached for it. The look of self satisfaction was replaced with a look of pinched concentration.
"Rachel, please," he said, once again reaching for her hand. "That feels really good. Too good." He emphasized.
This time Rachel was the one to wear the smug expression, and she knew it was now or never.
"There are condoms in the top drawer of my bedside table," she told him, but instead of instantly reaching for one Finn looked at her sharply.
"Why?" he asked.
"Well my, my father's decided that I should be prepared when I started expressing a serious interest in boys," Rachel told him, hoping he didn't know the reason for the purchase was due to Rachel's constant raving about him.
"Oh," he said, looking slightly placated. "Alright, I'll get one," he said, reaching for one with shaky hands. He tried and failed to open in, and Rachel looked at him curiously. He finally succeeded and slipped it on, hoping it was on right. One baby drama was enough for his high school years.
"Finn, you're shaking," Rachel whispered.
"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered back, and positioned himself between her legs before pressing his lips to hers.
He pushed in slowly and steadily, distracted from his own pleasure by the gasp of pain he haerd, and the tears slowly forming in Rachel's eyes.
"Sorry, so sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered repeatedly between kisses.
"It'll help if you move, I think," she spoke a bit harshly, but Finn knew it could be really painful for girls their first time. And yeah, he was sort of well endowed and Rachel was freaking tiny, and so tight, and oh god she felt so good around him. Moving his hips slowly at first, Finn reached up a hand and started playing with Rachel's nipple again, kissing the spot on her neck that had her purring earlier. When she let out a long, low moan after he shifted his hips he knew he was on the right track. Moving the hand from her nipple to her clit Finn started rubbing his thumb in slow circles around it and tried to find the spot inside of her that she had liked.
"Finn, oh there, right there," she breathed out, meeting his thrusts now and pulling her head back to stare at him, eyes glazed over and kiss-swollen lips parted.
Finn increased the pressure of his thumb and started pressing it directly against her clit, increased his thrusts, hoping she came soon because he was so close to exploding.
"Finn!" Rachel gasped, and then a sound from low in her throat was escaping and the pleasure swept over her entire body even more powerfully than before.
Finn felt her tighten around him and that was it, he was coming harder than he thought possible. Grinding softly against her in the aftershocks, Finn was reluctant to pull out of her. Hopeful that he'd soon find himself in the heaven that is Rachel's body again soon, pulled out and slipped off the condom, typing it up clumsily before dropping it onto his jeans, not even caring if it was totally gross. He then rolled over onto his back, pulling Rachel with him.
"How do you feel?" Finn asked her, rubbing slow circles on her back like he had earlier that day. Wow, he thought, it had only been earlier that day. He hoped that after how crazy things had been lately they would finally slow down for a little bit.
"A little sore, like I pushed myself too hard in a workout," Rachel answered before turning her head and kissing his chest, right over his heart. "But also completely wonderful because I just made love for the first time and it was..." Rachel felt tears springing to her eyes, "it was more than I'd ever dreamed."
"Hey," Finn whispered, hoping that the tears were happy tears. "I know things have been sort of crazy lately but what just happened," Finn stopped, trying to figure out just what he wanted to say. "I know people think it's crazy to think you find your soul mate, especially in high school. But I feel all sort of things about you that I've never felt about anyone or anything before and that means something. And I promise you're not a rebound, and if you let me be your boyfriend I'll spend every day proving that I know just how lucky I am to have you-"
"I love you," Rachel spoke through his words, "and I don't care if people will think if I'm too young to know that that's really true. I just care that you're the first person who seemed to see me for who I was, and it helped ME to see who I was, and who I wanted to be." Rachel had so much more she wanted to say but figured they'd have plenty of time to say the rest at a future date. "But right now I'm mostly exhausted and, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to take a little nap before we watch that movie." Finn nodded in agreement, and Rachel felt the movement of his chest beneath her nipples. She was reminded that she was lying in bed with Finn in the nude after having had sex with him. She caught Finn looking at her like he knew what she was thinking and she stuck out her tongue. He only wiggled his eyebrows lewly and she laughed out loud, settling herself comfortable. "My dad won't be home until about 10 o'clock, so you can set an alarm on your phone for, say, 6 ish?"
"Setting the alarm on my phone would require me moving, babe," he pointed out, and Rachel huffed a bit at the realization.
"Well then we'll just have to hope for the best because I've just settled in and I'm far too comfortable."
Finn chuckled and kissed the top of her head, wondering at how naturally this whole situation felt.
"Sounds good to me," he said before yawning, tightening his hold on Rachel and drifting off.
Author's Note2: There will at least be an epilogue, I've decided. I need to resolve quite a few elements of the story and I wouldn't mind writing a happy couple dynamic after all of this.
Any ideas for what you'd like to see in any following chapters/epilogue?
Until next time,
Maggie xo.