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Chapter Seven: School of Sexy
The next morning she woke up feeling miserable, sleeping in late and ignoring the incessant ringing of her cell phone. Finn had been calling her non-stop all morning, despite the fact that it was Saturday, and she got out of bed simply so she could turn her phone on vibrate before falling back into the sheets, covering her head, and sinking back into a dreamless bliss.
When she woke up for real she had six missed calls, all from him, and three text messages that became more panicked with each one.
Rachel, I need to talk to you, it's really important.
If you're mad at me I can explain, I just need a chance.
Please call me, Rachel. Please.
Well, she couldn't be sure if he remembered the night before by his text messages alone, but she knew that she wasn't ready to open up the wounds on her heart that still felt so raw. What if he didn't remember trying to kiss her and she had to live with that pain forever? What if he did remember and he thought she had rejected him? She couldn't tell which option was worse as she stared at the screen of her cell phone. Finn Hudson was already taking her heart in his hands and crushing it after knowing him for only a week, and she couldn't stand feeling so vulnerable around him. She needed to take charge of her feelings and figure out what she was going to to about her relationship with Finn.
But she needed time. Her attachment to him was only growing stronger by the day, but she knew that she only had a few months left in Lima before she moved to New York. Should she risk being in a romantic relationship with him if it meant that her heart would eventually be broken? Or should she sit around with her legs crossed all summer long like the virgin she was when Finn Hudson was practically begging for a chance to be with her.
Biting her lip in confusion, she knew that she couldn't just turn her back on him. She wanted him to be in her life; being with Finn made her feel exhilarated and alive and she wanted to help him with his problems. For the first time in her life she felt beautiful when she was with him; passionate and alive. Maybe the alcohol really did reinforce his honesty. What if that kiss was meant to be real?
She didn't know what to do about Finn yet, but she did know that there was one person who could help her sort out her feelings. It was still too early in the morning to call anyone, so Rachel went downstairs and made herself breakfast, kissing her dads on the cheek as they sat around the dining room table together.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Hiram said warmly. "How was your big dinner?"
"It was great," she lied with a wilting smile.
"You got home a lot earlier than we expected," LeRoy said over the morning paper.
"Yeah, I didn't want to stay out too late. It's been a long week," she said truthfully, still feeling overwhelmed at how drastically her life had changed over the past seven days.
"So, when will we be meeting these new friends of yours?" Her Daddy asked brightly as she munched on some fresh fruit.
"Well, I was planning on calling Santana later. Would you mind if she came by?"
"No, not at all!" Hiram said. "We would love to meet her." She squinted her eyes at them, dubious of their gracious, consenting behavior.
Suspicion filled her tone. "What's going on with you two?"
"Nothing, Angel," they said in unison before looking at each other with shifty eyes. Her Papa said, "We just want to let you know that we're willing to give you some more freedom. We still feel bad about last night." She nodded, shame seeping all the way to the core of her when she realized how badly she was betraying their trust.
"Don't worry, Dads. I understand how much you care about me. I want my last summer in Lima to be fun, but I also want to be with you, too. I love you both so much."
"We love you too, Rachel. Now, let us know if Santana can come over today. We can order something special to eat."
"Okay," she said brightly, heading upstairs and texting Santana.
Hey, it's Rachel. Let me know if you're free today, I need advice about Finn.
She texted back about a half hour later. I'll be there at noon, girlfriend ;)
With a smile, Rachel texted her the address and started to get ready. As she was blow drying her hair, she stared at her reflexion in the mirror in horror when she realized that she hadn't warned Santana about her dads. What if she showed up in an outfit like she'd been wearing the night before? What if she cursed in front of them, or started flirting with Rachel during lunch? It would be a disaster.
But it was too late to call her with a warning, because by the time Rachel finished getting dressed it was noon, and the doorbell was already ringing throughout the house. She didn't even have the chance to answer the door as she stood on the stairs and watched LeRoy, Judge Berry himself, greet her friend.
"Well, you must be Santana," he said, the door blocking Rachel's view. At least her Dad wasn't shouting or slamming it in her face.
"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Berry," she said, and when Santana entered the house, Rachel almost had to do a double take at what she saw. Gone was the scantily clad sex-kitten from the night before; Santana had her hair in two demure ponytails, wearing a light blue tank-top that was covered by comfortable, practical overalls. She wore blue converse sneakers with bracelets decorating her wrists and a thick black choker around her neck. Beaming, Rachel descended the stairs and enveloped Santana in a grateful hug.
"Who told you about my dads?" She whispered in her ear.
"Puckerman," Santana replied dryly. "I'm even wearing underwear for you," she added salaciously, licking the outline of Rachel's ear as she ducked away and hid her blush with a nervous giggle. She introduced Santana to her Papa and she was the picture of politeness, except for the lewd gestures that she was aiming at Rachel every time her dads turned their backs to her.
"Alright, we'll order lunch, you two girls go upstairs and hang out until it gets here, okay?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Thank you, Mr. Berry," Santana said with a smile that melted off of her face as soon as they reached the stairs. "Ugh, I'm being so sweet my teeth are starting to hurt."
"You're the best," Rachel said, leading her into her bedroom and shutting the door. "Now I can have you as an alibi whenever I want to go out." Santana plopped herself on the bed, looking around the space with a distasteful frown.
"No problem. You need to get out of this house more. It's no wonder why you're as innocent as a nun."
"I'm trying to work on that," Rachel said shakily. "Have you spoken to Finn today?"
Santana scoffed openly. "Yes, and I'm sorry about what happened last night. I wasn't at my best and neither was he." Rachel joined her on the bed with a heavy sigh.
"No, its okay. I shouldn't have come at all, not after knowing that Finn would be drinking. I brought this all on myself."
"What happened?" She asked with a shake of her head. "He locked himself in his room after you left and wouldn't tell me what he did."
"Does he even remember?" Rachel asked and Santana shrugged.
"I can't be sure, he just kept repeating how badly he fucked things up with you. I'm telling you, Rachel, I've known Finn Hudson for a long time, and I haven't seen him act like this in years."
"How long have you known him?" Rachel asked, intrigued. She knew that Santana would be able to help her try and decipher Finn's behavior.
"Five years," she replied. "I was the one to take his virginity in Sophomore year, back when I was just another cheerleader who liked cock. That's how we stayed so close."
Burning with jealousy, she tried to shake off the irrational anger she felt and pushed it into the back of her mind. "Oh," she said with a hollow voice.
"No need to be jealous, Berry, it was like another lifetime ago. What intrigues me the most is the effect that you've had on him over the past week."
"What do you mean?" She asked, the picture of innocence.
"Rachel, I might have been drunk last night, but I remember what we said to one another. You told me that Finn was nice and sweet to you, when he's barely even nice to me." She shook her head. "I saw a side of him last night that I haven't seen in two years. He's opening up to you, he's talking to you. As far as I'm concerned, this is a miracle. He likes you, and when Finn likes a girl, he tries to keep them close and keep them happy."
Rachel took a few deep, calming breaths, not knowing how to process the influx of information. Did Finn really act so different around her? What made her so special? Maybe he really did care about her, more than he did about the other girls. It was enough to send her heart racing as hope began to blossom there. "He told me that I made him feel like the old Finn," she repeated, her voice filled with wonder.
"What happened last night between you two?" She asked as Rachel let out all of her feelings in a flood of emotion.
"You were hitting on me and telling me that I was sexy so I went outside to get air, and Finn asked me why I didn't think I was pretty and then he said that I was beautiful and tried to kiss me!" She said all in one breath, heaving for air as Santana shook her head in shock. "But I didn't let him and I ran away and now I don't know what to do."
"This is big," she said with a growing smile. "This is a very big deal."
"What happened to him, Santana?" She asked with a small voice. "I remember the old Finn from high school, back when he was quarterback. I used to scribble Rachel loves Finn on the inside of my math notes when he was being hailed as the King of McKinely. What happened to him that changed him so much?"
The frown on her face was filled with pain. "I don't even know, Rachel. He's never told anyone before. Not even me, and I was the one to take him in after he left his mom's house."
"Left his mom's house?" She repeated in confusion. "I thought he got kicked out?"
"No, that's a lie. Carole would never kick Finn out, that much I know for sure. She wanted to help Finn. He was the one who ran away." Rachel nodded her head, absorbing the news while Santana changed the subject. "But we shouldn't be talking about that," she said curtly. "Be honest with me, Rachel. Do you like him?"
Nodding her head timidly, she admitted the truth. "I like him more than I care to admit."
"Then why haven't you jumped his bones already?" She practically roared.
"Because I'm a virgin!" Rachel screamed angrily. "And he's so experienced and sexy and gorgeous that I wouldn't even know what to do with myself, or him, if we tried!" She continued, red in the face but feeling oddly liberated. "And I feel so ridiculous when I'm around you or him or my cousin because you're all so experienced and mature and I feel like I'm going to be a virgin forever!" By the time she was done with her rant she felt mortified, and Santana was staring at her like she was undressing her with her eyes.
"You're a virgin?" She repeated incredulously with a grin. "This is too much fun."
"Santana please don't make fun of me, this is hard enough as it is," she wailed miserably.
"No wonder you have no self esteem," she said, crawling forward on the bed until she was practically on top of Rachel. "Do you even realize the power you can wield over Finn? You have him in the palms of your hands but you're too afraid to explore everything he can offer you."
Rachel blushed at their proximity, her face crimson as she thought about being intimate with Finn. "I always said that I wanted to wait until I was in love, but now I'm not so sure anymore. I just want to have fun and be young and be with Finn. Is that so wrong?" Santana sat up, taking Rachel's hands in hers and squeezing them.
"No Rachel, it's not wrong at all. Finn cares about you, that much is completely certain, and you can trust him."
"Can I?," she asked, extremely doubtful. "How do I know that he won't throw me away after he's done with me like all the other girls?"
"Because I know how Finn treats the girls he likes," she said with assurance. "You can see it in is eyes; when Finn is attached to a girl, she becomes the center of his world. I haven't seen that look in his eyes since before he broke up with Quinn two years ago, but I saw it again last night and it shocked the shit out of me." Rachel didn't know if she could trust Santana; she had barely known her for a day, and she was Finn's best friend. But she wanted to believe her so badly she shook her head with a timid smile, praying that she was right. "I think you should give him a chance. There's nothing wrong with having fun and enjoying your youth."
"I don't even know how," she moaned.
"I'm going to teach you," she smirked wickedly. "Welcome to Santana Lopez' School of Sexy."
"Rachel, Santana! Lunch is here!" The Latina rolled her eyes and crawled off of the bed.
"The first session begins after lunch."
"You have to know how to use your body," Santana explained after lunch was over, unbuttoning Rachel's blouse as the girl tried to slap her hands away. Rachel had just endured a very detailed description of all the bases and wasn't sure if the heat would ever leave her cheeks as she felt more exposed than ever before.
"What are you doing?" She screeched, trying to cover herself up.
"If you can't be comfortable standing around in your underwear, how do you expect to take all of your clothes off for Finn?"
She bristled. "I will not be taking my clothes off for Finn!" Santana glared at her.
"So why am I wasting my time teaching you how to be sexy for him when I have to work later? You said you didn't want to be a virgin forever."
"I don't, but I'm not even sure where I stand with Finn; I haven't spoken to him since last night and we haven't even kissed! I think we're kind of jumping the gun."
"Please, believe me when I say he wants to fuck you. Do you want to know what he said to me after he hung out with you for the first time?" She could already feel the blush rushing to her cheeks.
"What?"
"He said that you were so tiny that he was afraid that his dick wouldn't fit in you," she said with a salacious grin as Rachel squeaked in embarrassment. "And I know from experience that Finn is really. . ."
"Don't finish that sentence!" She said, feeling more virginal than ever before. A mental image of Finn in all his glory entered her head and she squeaked again. "I don't know if I can do this!"
"You can, Rachel," she said, grabbing the smaller girls shoulders and leveling her with a single look. "You are tough and sexy and you are going to show Finn Hudson how wild you can truly be. Now strip down to your underwear and tell that to yourself in the mirror!" Nodding her head, Rachel took off her top and slipped out of her skirt, standing in front of Santana in nothing but her matching gold star bra and panties. Santana hummed in appreciation, but Rachel ignored her and went over to the mirror, looking at her reflection with determination in her gaze.
She still looked the same as always, but for some reason she felt more sure of herself, more confident. She looked at her body and saw delicate curves instead of flaws and imperfections. She looked at her nose and saw distinction instead of disgust. "I am tough," she told herself in the mirror, feeling bold. "I am sexy," she said, trailing a hand down her chest and resting over her belly button. "I am wild," with a nod of her head, she felt Santana walk up behind her and place a soft kiss on her hair.
"Good girl," she said, while Rachel beamed with pride. "You sure I can't teach you anything hands on?" Rachel playfully pushed her away while Santana tackled her onto the bed, towering over her.
"You have to show men that you can be dominant too, Rachel. Confidence is key, and the better you feel about yourself, the better you can make him feel." She nodded, using her momentum to flip them over so Rachel was the one straddling Santana. In nothing but her underwear Rachel did feel confident and sexy, and even wielding power over Santana, who she felt no sexual attraction to, was exhilarating and fun.
Her cell phone started to ring, and she climbed off Santana to answer her phone, the Latina pouting deeply.
"Hello?" She asked, reaching for her skirt and slipping it on.
"Rachel!" She heard Finn say, his voice sounding exasperated. "Did you get my messages?" Santana was mouthing the word "confidence" from the bed and Rachel tried not to let her emotions control her.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't call you back, Santana came over for lunch."
"Oh," he said, sounding surprised. "Is there any way I can see you today? We really need to talk."
"Yeah, we do," she agreed, and Rachel was determined to settle her problems with Finn once and for all with her newfound confidence and self-esteem. "Santana can drop me off at your place on her way to work. I'll see you tonight."
"S-sure," he stuttered in surprise. "Yeah, I'll see you later."
"Bye," she said, trying to sound as sexy as possible as Santana clapped.
"He's not going to know what hit him," she laughed. "He thinks you're furious with him and you're about ready to jump his bones." Rachel shook her head, feeling confident but still flustered.
"There will be no bone jumping tonight!" Rachel exclaimed. "I am going to go over there so we can sort out our emotions and that's it. Hopefully I can put your techniques to good use soon."
"I hope so too. You're a good influence on him Rachel, and I think you two can have some real fun experiences with one another if you let loose a little bit. You both deserve it." Rachel nodded, keeping Santana's advice at the front of her mind as she got ready to go to Finn's place. She was being dropped off, which meant that she couldn't leave until they both settled their problems with one another. She didn't know what to expect, but she tried to be as confident as possible as they made their way to Lima Heights. Now that her dads had met Santana, her alibi was securely in place as she said goodnight to the Latina and approached Finn's apartment.
Fluffing up her hair, she fixed her dress and pushed up her breasts a bit like Santana had taught her before knocking on the door. She had to be confident and honest with Finn if they were going to continue doing. . .whatever they were doing. Not even Rachel was sure as he answered the door.
"Rachel," he breathed, pulling her into his arms immediately while she stilled and let his scent wrap around her. She wasn't expecting such an affectionate greeting, but reciprocated the hug and wrapped her arms around him tightly as the emotions were already threatening to bubble over. "I'm so glad you came over," he whispered into her hair.
"Me too," she said curtly, pulling away from him. His scent was a distraction and she needed to stay focused. "There's a lot we need to talk about."
"I know," he said with a short nod. "Have a seat." She went over to the couch and sunk into the plush leather as Finn towered over her. "Can I get you anything?"
"No," she said politely, "just sit," she said, patting the space next to her as he obeyed immediately and sat down.
"Rachel, I just wanted to say how sorry I am about last night. I was such an asshole. . ."
"Do you remember anything that happened?" She interrupted rudely, and he looked away from her in shame.
"I remember that you came over. I remember Santana being a bitch. I remember you leaving. . ." he trailed off, his voice getting quieter.
"But you don't remember why?" She finished for him, and he shook his head with a frown.
"I'm sorry, Rachel. I don't and I hate myself. It was obviously bad because you look really fucking pissed, and I just want to make everything better if you'll let me. Puck called me this afternoon to scream at me about fucking with his cousin's feelings and it's driving me crazy that I don't know what I did." She nodded her head, her heart breaking just a little bit more at the revelation that he couldn't remember trying to kiss her. She was relieved that she'd pulled away from him; if he had actually kissed her and he'd forgotten about it, she would have been crushed beyond belief.
"Ah," she said, looking down at the hem of her dress, needing a distraction.
"Please, Rachel, tell me what I did so I can fix it," he begged. "I can't stand knowing that I hurt you."
"You hurt girls all the time," she said, feeling argumentative. "You tease them and use them and sleep with them and toss them to the side once you've had your fill. What makes me so special?"
"Everything," he replied instantly, and she was stunned to hear so much longing in his voice. She looked up at him and his gaze was fixed on her. "Tell me what I did to make you so mad at me, Rachel."
"You tried to kiss me," she said bluntly as the color drained from his handsome face. He was as pale as a ghost as she elaborated further. "You said that I was beautiful and then you tried to kiss me. I almost let you do it, but I pulled away, not wanting to be another drunk hook-up for you. Then I had Noah take me home."
There was silence for a few moments as he nodded to himself quietly, as if he was making up his mind about something. "I'm glad you pulled away," he said, making all the hope she felt shrivel up into despair. Who was she kidding? Of course the kiss was nothing more than an alcohol-induced mistake. She felt foolish for making Santana give her sexy lessons when Finn didn't even want to kiss her. In fact, she almost burst into tears from the mortification of it all, if it weren't for Finn's next confession. "I would definitely want to remember kissing you."
"What?" she said, not believing him.
"I've been wanting to kiss you from the moment you punched me in the face," he said, leaning closer to her on the couch and chuckling softly. "Every time you said that you weren't pretty, or that guys didn't like you, I just wanted to shake you and kiss you until you realized how amazing you are."
She shook her head in wonder, never realizing the extent of his feelings as his confession rang in her head. "Why didn't you, Finn?"
"Because look at you!" He said, exasperated. "You're the judge's daughter! The picture of innocence! You have this amazing future planned out while I'm the biggest loser to ever walk the streets of Lima, Ohio," he said, the depression seeping into his tone. "I don't deserve you, Rachel. You deserve so much better than me." His behavior over the past week was finally starting to make sense, but his assumption angered her. He was acting just like her fathers, assuming that they knew what was best for her as she felt empowered and infuriated.
"Well what about what I deserve?" She said angrily, standing up from the couch and looking down at him. "All my life I've been nothing but perfect and proper and prude and I'm sick of it. I want to have fun, Finn. I deserve to live my life the way I want to and be with whoever I want." Letting Santana's advice fuel her confidence, she walked forward with a swing of her hips, climbing on top of Finn's lap and trapping him on the couch, straddling his crotch. He sucked in a sharp breath, his pupils dilating, and she had never felt so powerful before in her life. "I don't want to leave for New York a virgin, Finn. I like you, and I realize now that you like me, too. I want this summer to be fun, and I want you to be the person I have fun with." Their faces were inches apart as they stared at one another, and Rachel involuntarily shifted her hips forward as Finn let out a long, low groan.
"Rachel," his voice was deep, gritty, and sent sparks shooting up her spine. "I don't think you know what you're talking about. You and I have very different definitions of fun."
"Enlighten me," she said, holding onto his shoulders and practically feeling the sexual tension build between them. He grabbed onto her waist and it felt like his hands fit perfectly around her sides, his thumbs resting underneath the curve of her breasts. She had never been so bold or intimate with anyone before and the pleasure coursing through her body was both exciting and addictive. "What's your definition of fun?"
"Touching you everywhere," he admitted with a groan, staring into her eyes as her body grew warm under his attention. "Working you into a frenzy so wild that all you can do is scream my name," her breath hitched, a pleasant hum spreading throughout her abdomen. "Tasting every single inch of you and fucking you until you can't walk straight," she didn't know if he was trying to intimidate her, but all it was doing was making her more aroused as she felt a certain hardness pressing up against the front of her panties. With a gasp she realized what it was as Finn held her tighter. "Does that sound like fun to you?" His eyes were dark and smoldering as he held her very still.
"Yes," she said, her voice sounding wanton as he stared her down.
"Is that what you want?" He panted.
"Eventually," she responded with a smile. "Right now a kiss would suffice." With a wide and beaming grin, Finn crushed his mouth to hers and pulled her as close to him as their bodies would allow, his lips firm and demanding against hers as she submitted to him and focused on the feelings that boiled the blood in her veins. Finn kissed her deeply, a moan escaping his mouth as she rocked her hips forward again and felt his entire body stiffen beneath her. Never in her life had she felt so powerful, and kissing Finn was nothing short of intoxicating as she pulled back for air, sucking in as much as she could before Finn pulled her back for more. He gently parted her lips with his tongue, darting it into her mouth while she reciprocated with a blissful sigh. When her hips bucked against his once more he pulled away with a long, labored groan, his forehead pinched tight in what looked like pain.
"What's the matter?" She asked innocently, her lips feeling swollen and almost numb from the intensity of his kisses.
"You're too sexy for your own good," he said, his voice strained and still filled with lust. "I bet you have no idea what you do to me."
She shrugged with a smile, slipping off of his lap while she tried to fix her skirt. Her panties were slightly moist and she hid her embarrassment by kissing him quickly on the cheek. "Nope."
"You're dangerous," he said to her, his eyes practically glowing like an animal about to attack. "Are you sure you want to do this with me?"
"There's no one else I would want to experience this with," she said, determined. "I've already missed out on so much of my life, and I know that you'll protect me and take care of me no matter what we do together. From now on, if you want to kiss me, do it. I won't say no," she cupped his cheek and took the initiative to kiss him this time, tender and soft. "But it's not just the sex, Finn. I want you to help me let loose and live," she looked in his eyes and begged him to understand what she needed from him. "Until I leave for New York, I want you to be by my side. My partner in crime."
"You're so bad-ass, Rachel," he said, kissing her once more with so much passion she thought she might burst. "I like the way you think."
"I do too," she said with a smile, and the one on his face was just as bright. She had never seen him so happy before, and she remembered what Santana had said to her about being a good influence. Maybe she was right, because Finn had never looked so relaxed and carefree as a genuine laugh pealed out of his mouth, his eyes practically twinkling with excitement.
"Well then, Rachel, I'm going to make sure that this is a summer you'll never forget," he said with a wink as she slid back onto his lap and gave him another deep, sensual kiss.
"I'm looking forward to it."
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