Chapter 7
A/N: Hey everyone, I really hope you enjoy this new chapter. I will try to get the next one up within a couple of weeks. Please let me know what you think. They reviews really add motivation and since there has been a lack of Will/Rachel fics, the motivation is very much needed! Thanks, as always, for reading!
It had been a long, hard day, harder than Rachel imagined it would be. She didn't know Coach Sylvester's sister and Coach Sylvester had never been nice to her, but Rachel couldn't help getting worked up over all the emotion. When Will had gotten up in front of the church and took over the reading of the eulogy, she couldn't help but fall apart a little. The two had always been at odds, but for him to get up and do that just proved how wonderful a man he really was.
When Rachel got home later that afternoon, she told her dads she was going to take a nap. She had plans to see Will that night and she didn't want to fall asleep on him. She laid down on her bed, still in her black dress and soon drifted off to sleep. She woke some time later, confused by a knock on her door; her dads wouldn't bother her, so she was confused about whom it might be. She slowly got up from the bed as she heard another knock followed by "Rach?"
Rachel cringed as she heard Finn use her nickname. She didn't like the sound of it coming from him anymore. "I'm coming," she told him as she padded over to the door. She didn't understand why he was there. He was with Quinn; he shouldn't be showing up at her home on a Saturday afternoon uninvited.
"Hi," Finn said with a dopey smile.
"What are you doing here, Finn?" she asked, resisting the urge to roll her eyes when he just walked further in her room.
"I really needed to talk to you," he told her as he turned to face her. "I broke up with Quinn," he announced with a smile on his face.
Rachel's forehead wrinkled. "Why would you do that?" she asked slowly.
"So we can be together," he responded as though it were the most obvious answer in the world.
Rachel's confusion grew. She hadn't given him any indication that she wanted to get back together. She had been upset when he broke up with her, but the few hours she spent with Will just before Christmas showed her that she wasn't anymore. All she wanted from that point on was to be with Will. Moving on so quickly, finding what she had with Will, made her realize it was never really true love with Finn.
Rachel shook her head slowly. "Why do you think I want to get back together with you? I don't," she said bluntly. "And I can't believe you broke up with Quinn! It's clear that she loves you and I think you love her. You have to go to her," she said trying to usher him out of her room. "Apologize and tell her you were wrong and confused."
"No," Finn said, breaking away from her and moving back towards the center of the room. "You sang that song at prom. To me!" he told her, starting to get upset. "You couldn't stop looking at me and I could see how much you love me. It was all over your face and in your eyes. You can't just take something like that back."
He moved forward, gently placing his hand on the back of her head. He bent down and kissed her, causing a squeal of shock, before Rachel used both hands to push on his chest and move him away.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asked. "I wasn't singing that song to you. I was singing to… no one," she said, catching herself. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I'm sorry Finn, but I'm just not interested in a relationship with you anymore. I think you should go to Quinn and tell her you were being an idiot. She loves you and you need to leave here and fix it."
Rachel marched over to her door and held it open, indicating that he should leave. When she looked back, she noticed Finn standing there, looking even more confused and a little hurt. Rachel let out a quiet sigh. Her shoulders dropped slightly and her tone softened. Her defensive posture slipped away.
"Finn," she said softly, not wanting to see him hurt. They may not be together anymore but she still cared about him. She wanted him happy and knew that he could be with Quinn. He was just confused. For two years she had chased after him relentlessly and clung to him when they were together, trying desperately to make him see that she was the one he wanted. Looking back, she could see clearly now that he was just the first guy that showed interest, that liked her for her. He was the first guy that that she had strong feelings for, that made her feel safe and loved. She was so afraid that she would never find that again with someone else. Her insecurities had taken root and she had tried to get him to come back, to stay with her. She knew now that these fears weren't true and she had Will and his love to prove it.
She looked at Finn as he spoke again. "You don't want to be with me?" he asked, sounding as though he understood better.
"I'm sorry, Finn. I guess I just realized that we weren't right for each other. You're an amazing guy," she told him, stepping forward and offering him a small smile. "And you are going to make Quinn or another girl very happy. They are going to be so lucky to have you; that girl just isn't me. I'm so sorry."
"You really think that? You think Quinn will take me back?" Finn asked, his own insecurities on display.
Rachel let out a puff of air, smiling. "Definitely. She might make you beg, but she loves you and she'll just be happy that you finally figured this out," she joked.
Finn smiled slightly. "Thank you, Rachel."
"You're welcome," she said, standing on her toes to give him a hug. "I really do care about you Finn Hudson, and I want you to be happy."
"I want that for you too, Rach." The nickname didn't sound so bad this time. "I should go to Quinn's apartment," he told her, "start begging for forgiveness." He laughed slightly and Rachel gave him an encouraging smile.
"It will be okay," she promised, as she ushered him to the door. "I'm glad you came by," she told him honestly. They needed this sense of closure. It was good for both of them. "I'll see you at school on Monday," she said with a smile as he said good bye, leaving her room and heading downstairs.
Rachel sighed happily at the turn of events before she decided it was time to get ready for her date with Will.
She emerged from her room an hour later, showered and dressed. She made her way down to the kitchen and smiled at her dad sitting in the living room.
"Going out, pumpkin?" Hiram asked, as he got up and followed her into the kitchen. "Are you and Finn finally back together?"
"No daddy," Rachel said with a small smile. "Finn and I are not going to get back together. I don't like him like that anymore," she told him, stopping there before she revealed that there was someone else. That was the hardest part about this whole thing. She didn't care that she and Will had to sneak around and that she couldn't tell her friends. But she wished she could tell her dads. She never kept anything from them and that she had to now, was the only thing that made this situation feel wrong. She just wished they could know but she was scared enough to tell Will that Mercedes knew. She didn't think she could ask him about telling her dads, too. He was so set on no one finding out that she didn't know if he would seriously consider ending this relationship. She understood his fear. He had so much more to lose than she did, and she would do everything she could to make sure nothing would put him in jeopardy.
She was so focused on her thoughts that she didn't realize her dad was still talking to her.
"I'm sorry, daddy. My mind was somewhere else. What did you say?" she asked with a smile, as she grabbed what she needed to make tea.
"I just asked, if it isn't Finn that's got you so happy all the time lately then who is it?" he repeated curiously. "You haven't been talking about anyone. I'm just interested."
Rachel shrugged her shoulders slightly. "There isn't anyone, daddy," she said, putting the kettle on the stove.
"No one, huh? I don't see you dress up like this for no one."
Rachel shook her head. "I'm not dressed up. I'm just going to visit my friend."
"One you've been spending a lot of time with," Hiram pushed. "Who is this friend?"
"Daddy, I told you about Sam and his family," she sighed. "I've been hanging out with him and helping to watch his brother and sister. They are really cute," she said, using the story she had come up with a couple of weeks earlier. Every time she had to lie to one of her dads, she felt like she was going to cry. She hated this.
"So, what are you and dad doing tonight?" she asked, trying to change the subject. She focused on pouring the water for her tea and avoiding the scrutinizing look from Hiram.
There was a pause before he let it drop. "Well, we're having dinner at one of my client's houses. We shouldn't be too late but as always we expect you home by 11," he told her.
"I will be daddy, I promise." She took her tea to the kitchen table, joining her dad.
"Which client's house are you going to?" she asked. "Are you going to one of the fancy one's in the Gomer neighborhood?"
"No, it's one of my pro bono clients actually. He lives in an apartment not too far from here. Said his wife is an amazing cook."
"Oh," Rachel said, sounding disappointed as her other father joined them in the kitchen.
"Hello Munchkin," LeRoy said, kissing Rachel on the head and sitting down at the table with his family. "Did you have a good nap, sweetheart? I hope it's okay that I let Finn up. He said he had good news and I thought maybe you two kids had worked things out."
"Finn and I are not together! We won't be again! I don't want Finn!" Rachel snapped, surprising both of her fathers.
LeRoy held up his hands. "Okay, okay," he told her, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you and Finn had moved on. I just want you to be happy, sweetheart."
"I am happy, dad. Thank you though. I'm sorry I snapped. That was rude of me." She said quietly. She had been trying not to be as abrasive now that she was dating Will. He made her want to be a better person. Hiram and LeRoy exchanged curious looks at her quick apology.
"That's okay, pumpkin," Hiram told her. "We just want you happy."
She gave him a small smile, before finishing her tea. "I'm going to brush my teeth and head out," she told them as she rinsed her cup. "I'm watching Sam's siblings tonight. Sam and his parents have to work," she said, not making eye contact with either of them. "I'll be back by 11," she promised before heading up the stairs to get ready.
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"Will?" Rachel asked softly as she cuddled against him on the couch. After dinner the pair decided to watch a movie. As Shakespeare in Love played softly, Rachel let her mind wander. It was getting harder keeping this from people and she thought that maybe if she knew exactly what this was to Will, exactly where it was going, it would give her the strength to keep going for the year or so they had left. Graduation day had never seemed so far away.
"Hmmm?" Will responded as Joseph Fiennes' Shakespeare became inspired to write his most famous work.
"Where do you see us going?" she asked softly, a little afraid of the answer, though she knew she shouldn't be. He wouldn't be with her if this was a short-term thing, but the confirmation was still needed.
"What do you mean?" he asked, pulling away slightly so that he could look at her. She sat up and turned to face him.
"I mean, what do you see for us when you look in the future? Six years from now, where do you see us?" she clarified, starting small.
"In six years, we'll be married," he said without any hesitation, causing her heart to swell. The way he said it, with no thought or second guessing but instead so honest and open, made her incredibly happy.
She tried to contain her smile and tears, but the smile peaked through and a few of the tears fell. Will reached out and wiped at the tears. "Hey, what is it?" he asked softly.
Rachel shook her head. "No, it's good. That's what I want, Will. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
"There's no one else for me," he confirmed. "You're it."
Rachel smiled brightly before leaning up to kiss him deeply. Her hand rested on his cheek and her other arm snaked around his neck, holding him close. His arms wrapped around her and he smiled into the kiss, squeezing her firmly. Sighing into his mouth, she let her body relax. She felt so safe and loved. She never wanted to leave his arms and was overjoyed that she wouldn't have to; this was hers for the rest of her life and she never felt more comfortable with a thought.
She had to tell him. She couldn't keep this from him. Their relationship was built on trust and she would never forgive herself if he found out some other way.
She pulled back slowly, resting her hands on his shoulders and looking him in the eye. "Mercedes knows," she said softly.
He didn't say anything and she couldn't read him, so she decided she should elaborate.
"I didn't tell her," she told him. "She figured it out on her own, but she promised she wouldn't say anything to anyone and I believe her. We'll be okay Will," she rushed growing concerned by his continued silence.
She watched him process the information. She also watched the fear that appeared in his eyes for a split second before he masked it. She didn't know what to do or say. She wanted to reassure him, to make sure he knew that she would do everything she could to protect him. She let out the breath she didn't even realize she was holding when he squeezed her close and wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"We'll be okay," he said softly, and she wasn't sure who he was trying to reassure but she held him tighter.
"She promised, Will. I really think it will be okay. She said it was obvious I was happy and as long as it stayed that way she had no reason to say anything," she paused. He still wasn't saying anything more.
"Should I have not told you?" she asked quietly. Maybe it would have been better if he didn't know.
"No, no. It's good that you told me," he assured her. "I don't want us to keep anything from each other," he said as he pulled back, cupping her cheek. "We'll be okay," he told her with more confidence. Leaning forward, he kissed her again. "I love you," he mumbled against her lips.
She didn't respond and instead got lost in the kiss. She pressed her body against his as she straddled his lap. She felt him respond beneath her and rubbed herself against him as she grew more and more ready. She wanted him now. She needed the connection. She climbed off his lap quickly and reached under her skirt pulling her underwear off. Will's eyes followed the material as it fell down her legs, his mouth parted slightly and the bulge in his pants grew.
Dropping to her knees between his legs, she had a small smirk on her face. This was going to be a first for her. She had never done this but she had been researching it online, and she hoped she would make him feel good. She could feel the reaction between her legs at just the thought of what she was about to do. She smiled up at Will, as she reached for the button on his pants, licking her lips slowly. His eyes widened.
"Rach," he said, his voice scratchy and full of desire but there was some hesitance.
"I want to," she said quietly.
He nodded slightly and lifted his hips so she could pull down his jeans and boxers. She watched as he sprung from his pants and grasped him gently, giving him a few strokes before taking part of him in her mouth. He immediately moaned and she took pride in it being because of her.
She started moving, using a combination of techniques she had read about. From the sounds he was making, she was getting it right. It was a new and interesting sensation, having him in her mouth, but she liked it. She especially liked when his hand found its way to her head, combing through her hair and holding her close. She looked up at him and was surprised to find him looking back at her, his eyes so dark. She kept eye contact with him as she started to taste him. She liked it, much more than she thought she would but wasn't sure she would if it was anyone else.
She pulled back and reached for the drawer of the end table. She pulled out a condom she knew was there and quickly rolled it on his still hard member before climbing onto his lap. She was still completely dressed except for the underwear she removed.
She lined herself up with him and sank down slowly. She liked being with him in every way, but she really liked being on top like this. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he filled her completely. She was careful not to kiss him, having read that guys didn't like that after what she just did, but it seemed that Will didn't mind. He gently cupped her face and kissed her deeply. When he pulled back, she smiled as his arms wrapped around her tightly. She began to move on top of him, setting the pace.
She was loud, as he hit her in just the right way over and over again. She liked how deep he was inside her. They didn't say anything, just moans and grunts as they moved together as one, Rachel falling over the edge just moments before he joined her.
He remained inside of her for several moments after, as their breathing returned to normal. Rachel rested her forehead against his shoulder, her lips pressing against his skin. "I love you too," she whispered softly.
Will pulled her as close as he could before he reluctantly moved her off of him. She helped, moving to the side so that he could leave to take care of the condom. Smiling lazily, she settled back into the couch.
Will soon came back in only his boxers, holding out his hand. "We still have a couple of hours. Let's go rest in bed," he suggested and Rachel happily took his hand, squeezing it as he led her to the other room.
When they got there, Will began to slowly undress her, his hands roaming across her body, between her legs. Taking his time, he began to kiss down her body slowly and thoroughly, paying special attention to her most sensitive areas and bringing her over the edge once more. After, they cuddled, their naked bodies pressed flush together.
"You were incredible today," she told him softly after several minutes of silence. "The way you got up there and finished the eulogy for Coach Sylvester was amazing. I was so proud of you, and I'm so, so lucky to have you in my life."
Her head was resting on his chest and his hand was holding hers, the other stroking her hair.
"I couldn't stop watching you when you were all up there singing. The way everyone put that together was amazing, and you looked beautiful."
"Thank you, Will, for loving me so much. I never thought I would have this. I'm so glad I do, and that it's with you." She wrapped her arm around him and squeezed him close before noticing the time.
"I have to go," she said quietly and reluctantly. "My dads expect me home at 11."
"I hate when you leave," Will told her.
Rachel hid her face in his chest, trying to hold back tears. "Me too," she agreed, placing a kiss over his heart. She just wanted to stay curled up in his arms all night.
"Come on," he finally said, sitting up with her. "Let's get dressed and I'll walk you to your car."
As they dressed and Rachel fixed her hair, they discussed the next weekend and made plans to see each other. Rachel hoped that she would be able to spend the night. She needed to wake up with him in the morning.
Will walked her out of the building, his hand on the small of her back. It was dark and Will wasn't very concerned about someone seeing them. When they made it to her car, Rachel turned around to face him, leaning against the metal.
"I hate leaving," she told him again. "I just want to stay here."
Will placed his hands on her hips and pressed against her. He leaned down, kissing her gently.
"You're teasing me," she pouted playfully. She could feel him slightly through his sweat pants and she knew she needed to leave before they ended up having sex on the car.
"I can't help it," he smiled wickedly. "But I'll see you soon, and I'll call you tomorrow," he told her with a small kiss.
Rachel nodded and unlocked the door. Will held it open as she climbed in. Once in place, Will bent down and poked his head in the car, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss that lasted several minutes.
"I love you," he whispered as he pulled back slightly. "Drive safely and text me when you get home, okay?" he asked her.
"I will, I promise," she nodded. "I love you too."
He gave her another peck before standing up and shutting her door. Rachel drove off, giving him a small wave. Watching until she was out of sight, he sighed softly as he turned and walked back up to his apartment, happily.
The couple never noticed the two people sitting across the parking lot in their own car. Two people who knew exactly who they were and witnessed the entire, intimate moment in disbelief.
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