It was raining so hard she could barely see the road, which added to her frustration. It had been a long day, full of arguing with her absolutely ridiculous twin brother. She had the beginning of a headache and wanted to scream.

What she really wanted was to just lie down with Finn. It scared her to realize how much she missed him when he wasn't around and how much she enjoyed spending time with him. She couldn't ever remember feeling this way about anything in her life.

Driving around her apartment building she did a double take; was that Finn standing in the rain? She rushed to get her car parked and walked out into the storm, looking for him. "What are you doing?" she asked when she found him pacing by the front door of the building.

"Rachel," Finn said, surprised. He had obviously been standing there for a while; his clothes were soaked through.

"Finn, what are you doing out here? It's pouring! Come in!"

When she took his hand and walked toward the entrance of the building he pulled back. "What are we doing?"

Rachel looked at him, blinking against the rain. "What?"

"I don't know anything about you, Rachel."

Rachel shook her head. "You do," she told him. "Everything that matters."

"The other stuff matters to me," Finn told her. "All of it matters to me."

"Finn, really? We need to get inside."

"Would you listen to me?" he asked, frustrated. "Just listen to me."

Rachel threw her hands in the air, her wet hair already plastered to her face and neck. "Fine, Finn. Fine. I'm listening."

"I really like you," he told her. "I know it sounds crazy because it's only been a few weeks, but I think I might even love you." Rachel gasped, her eyes searching his face. "But I can't keep pretending like you had no life before me. I'm sick of wondering what you're not telling me. I want to know you, really know you. I don't want to know only what you think I should know. I want to be a real part of your life."

"Where is this coming from?" Rachel asked him.

"I had a friend do some research on Brody," Finn told her.

"Finn…" she said, shaking her head. "I asked you not to."

"Yeah, well, I did."

"And?" she asked. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"I didn't even get to his information," Finn told her. "The second page was your mug shot."

Rachel crossed her arms, nodding. "So that's why you're standing in the rain? Because you saw that I'd been arrested?" Finn shrugged. "Is it that big of a deal?"

"I don't know," Finn told her. "Is it? You've never mentioned it."

"What do you want me to do, Finn? Should I have mentioned it when we first met? Hey, by the way, I've been arrested?"

"It's been weeks, Rach. You've had plenty of time to mention it."

"And what if I had mentioned it and you decided that was too much? You had already seen so many bad parts of my life, but you were still here. What if that was the one thing that tipped the scales, made me not worth it?"

"So you're keeping parts of your life from me because you think they'll make me leave?"

"I don't know," Rachel said, throwing her hands in the air. "Maybe." She sighed. "Yes."

"But I've told you," he said, stepping closer to her. "I've told you that I care about you and want to know everything about you."

"But…"

"Your arrest record, your favorite color, what you were like when you were a little girl…I want to know all of it," he told her. "When I said it, I meant it."

"I'm not like you, okay? I'm not clean and good. My life isn't that."

"Rachel," Finn said, moving even closer. "You are good."

There was no humor in Rachel's laugh. "I think we both know that's not true."

"I've been here. I've seen it," he told her. "You're good, Rachel. No matter what happens around you, you're good."

Rachel shook her head, horrified at the tears in her eyes. "I really like you," she told him. "I don't want to do or say anything that will run you off."

"You can't run me off," he told her, taking her face in her hands.

"Isn't that why you came today? To tell me you found out about my past and that we were done?" A few of the tears slipped down her face, mixing with the rain. "Did you come here to break up with me?" She felt like a child asking such a silly question, but she had to know.

"No," he said, looking down into her eyes, shaking his head. "No, I came to tell you that if I'm going to be the part of your life that I want to be, you have to tell me these things. I want all of you, Rachel. I don't want only half of you, I don't want the airbrushed version, I want it all. I need for you to be honest with me. We can't do this thing unless you're willing to open up to me."

"I think you believe that," Rachel said. "But what happens when I let you all the way in and you change your mind?"

"I'm not changing my mind," Finn told her firmly. "You have to trust me."

"But I'm scared," she said, her words barely audible over the sound of the rain.

"I'm scared too," he told her. "I'm scared that you're going to push me away or that you'll realize how much of a dork I really am and decide that I'm not cool enough for you."

"You are a dork," Rachel said, smiling even though she was still crying. "But I like that."

"Can you just let me in?" he asked, his eyes searching hers. "Can we just try?" Rachel was silent for a moment, and then nodded slowly. "Yeah?" Finn asked, smiling.

"Yeah," Rachel said, smiling back and closing her eyes as his lips covered hers. She tasted the rain and her tears, her lips opening under his as he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss.

"Maybe we should go in now," Finn told her. Rachel nodded, taking his hand and leading him into her apartment building. She stayed close to his side as they rode the elevator to her apartment, her head against his chest.

They dripped down the hallway, making a mess. "We should probably clean this up," Finn said, looking behind them. "What if a little kid or an older person falls?"

Rachel smiled at his words, realizing again how good of a heart he had; she would have never thought of cleaning up the water. Finally getting into her apartment, she went to the closet and grabbed her mop. "Here," he said, taking the mop. "I'll do this while you get changed."

Rachel stood at the door for a moment, just watching him. Her neighbor walked out of his apartment and Finn nodded and smiled at the man, continuing his work. Rachel shook her head as she walked to her closet, pulling out some of Noah's extra clothes for him and dry clothes for her. He really was wonderful. When she'd found out he'd seen her mug shot, she'd been sure he was going to break things off…and she'd felt so lost in that moment she was sure her heart had stopped beating.

If it's that bad now, she mused, how bad will it be if they were together for six months? A year or two? Would losing him be the end of her? She stared unseeing into her closet as she thought about that. She couldn't lose herself so completely in a man; it went against everything she'd ever believed.

He came back into the apartment and shut the door, shaking his head like a dog and throwing water everywhere. Her resolve, so firm only seconds ago, was suddenly shattered. Even if this- whatever it was- destroyed her in the end, she needed it now.

She walked to the couch and dropped both sets of clothes, her eyes on him. He looked up at her, smiling. "Sorry about the water. I'll clean it up."

Rachel kept her eyes on his as she lifted her wet t-shirt over her head, exposing her goose bumped flesh and surprisingly normal white bra.

Finns smile slipped from his lips as he watched her, afraid to move. She didn't look away as she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them and tossing them on the ground beside her. Her normal white bra combined with her normal white panties against her anything but normal body made him weak in the knees. The wet cotton molded to her body, her dark nipples clearly visible beneath the cloth. Finn refused to look lower, because he was pretty sure he'd just drop dead. "Rachel?"

Rachel walked close to him. "Why don't we get you out of those wet clothes?" she said, taking the mop away from him and propping it against the wall.

"But that was holding me up," Finn said distractedly, unable to take his eyes off of the sight of her body. Was she steaming? She should be steaming.

Rachel grinned, pleased with his reaction. She reached for his shirt, pulling it up as high as she could. Finn bent over, letting her pull it the rest of the way off. After dropping it onto the floor, she ran her hands over his chest, her lips following as she placed hot open mouthed kisses across the expanse.

"Rachel?" he said again, his voice several octaves higher than usual.

"Aren't those pants uncomfortable?" she asked him, looking up into his eyes as she unbuttoned them, sliding the zipper downward with exaggerated slowness.

Finn shifted, causing her hand to brush against his skin. He hissed as if he'd been burned, grabbing her wrist and looking at her. "Are you doing what I think you're doing?"

Rachel shrugged. "What do you think I'm doing?"

"I think you're trying to seduce me," he told her.

Rachel laughed out loud. "And if I was?"

"Shouldn't I be trying to seduce you?" he asked, wanting more than anything to stop talking but unable to do so. "I mean, I wouldn't force you into anything you didn't want to do or anything. Maybe just stick my hand under your shirt or something."

"Finn," Rachel said, sliding his soggy pants down his legs and off of him, grinning again as he almost fell, "I don't really care who seduces who, so long as it happens now."

"Oh," Finn said, standing in front of her with only his teddy bear boxers on. Rachel was pretty sure she was in love when she noticed the teddy bears had stethoscopes. No doubt a gift from his mother, who loved her premed son and was so proud of him. "Well, just give me a sec," he said, turning his back to her.

Rachel was staring at his back, confused, when he turned back around quickly and winked at her. "Hey, Rach," he said. "I like your panties."

She'd never laughed so hard in her life. Her vision blurred, tears of laughter filling them and falling down her face. She couldn't breathe. After she was able to control her laughter, she looked up at him to find a hurt expression on his face. "Oh baby," she said to him, still chuckling a little. "I'm so sorry." She wrapped her arms around his neck, shivering at the contact. "You're just the most adorable thing I've ever seen."

"I'm not trying to be adorable," he said, disappointed. "I want to be sexy."

"You are," she told him, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "You're the sexiest man I've ever met."

"You don't have to say that," Finn told her, kissing her lightly. "But you should say it again if you feel like it."

Rachel laughed again, her dark eyes locked with his warm brown ones. "Will you carry me to the bed?"

"Will you stop laughing at me if I do?"

"I promise," she said. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to her bed, pausing beside it.

"So, do I put you down now or…?"

"Yes, please," she said, trying not to smile. "Finn," she whispered against his neck as he lowered her, "you're absolutely perfect."

Every man would want to hear that, and Finn was no exception. He grinned down at her, his shyness forgotten for a moment as his hands ran along the sides of her body, his thumbs running under the cloth of her bra and sweeping over her taunt nipples.

Rachel made a noise in the back of her throat as her back arched, her skin begging for more. Finn dropped to his knees before her, their faces almost even. He wrapped his arms around her and fumbled with her bra strap for a moment, sighing with relief when it finally came undone. As he pulled the material away from her and more of her skin became visible, he took a deep breath. Her skin was flawless, gorgeous. His mouth covered one nipple, sucking lightly. Rachel moaned, a shot of fire moving straight through her. Her fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth moved from one breast to the other, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin as his hands cupped her butt, pulling her closer.

He pushed her back on the bed, his lips blazing a trail down her stomach, his fingers slipping beneath her underwear to find her wet and ready for him. He groaned, sliding a finger into her, closing his eyes when she tightened around it. "Finn," she panted as he moved his finger in and out of her. The sound set his heated blood on fire. When his lips got to the top of her panties he used his free hand to rip the fabric away, his kisses traveling lower. "What are you doing?" she asked, sitting up on her elbows and looking at him through heavily lidded eyes.

"Shh," he said against her skin, his breath blowing against the sensitive nub at her center.

"Finn…" she said, uncertain.

His tongue covered the nub, circling around it. Rachel's body jerked in reaction, squeezing around his finger. Finn shook his head, trying to control his own body; he was so hard it was painful, but he wanted to please Rachel first. It had been a while and he wasn't sure how long he could last.

He tongue kept swirling against her as he added another finger inside of her, increasing the pace of his ministrations. On the bed, Rachel shook, her hand covering her mouth as loud moans escaped her. She rested her legs on his shoulders, her hips jerking wildly against his tongue.

He watched as her climax built, rising and freeing himself when she reached the edge. She looked up in confusion as he buried himself into her, pushing her over. She cried out and thrashed around him as he pumped into her, quickly finding his own release as she milked him. His tongue met hers as he poured into her, his hands tightly gripping the skin of her hips.

Rachel felt like sobbing as her body twitched, not entirely sure what had just happened. Everything had fallen apart before her eyes, her body tensing for a brief moment before exploding. She clung now to Finn's chest, burying her face into it as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Oh my God," she said after a moment, her breathing still ragged.

"Are you okay?" he asked her, kissing her forehead.

"I've never felt like that before," she told him, looking up into his eyes.

"Me either," he told her. He pulled the blanket over them both, making sure Rachel was completely covered before resting his head back against the pillow. "Rest," he told her. "We can talk about it later."

Rachel nodded, closing her eyes. Finn was here and he wasn't going anywhere. As soon as her body recovered from the most mind blowing sex she'd ever had, they could talk.

Yeah, right, talk. She fell asleep smiling at the thought.