A/N: I think I am going to start writing my author's notes in italics from now on. Anyway, I decided to update once more before I left. So I sincerely hope you appreciate it.

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Rachel smiled at Finn from across her kitchen table. Since he had agreed to give her driving lessons (which were going quite well, thank you), she had decided it was only fair to give him something in return. She knew his marks in school were less than wholly impressive, so she'd badgered him into short tutoring sessions. Oh sure, he had protested relentlessly, but there was little her short skirts and demanding personality couldn't accomplish when she used them—especially together. He mostly needed help with vocabulary, comprehension and physical sciences, she had ascertained. He hadn't even seemed to know that he was actually rather history-savvy and his algebra and geometry skills were proficient. She just had to get him to apply himself more. After all, she fully expected him to come with her to New York, and he would be eaten alive by the city and its expectations if he didn't have a proper education.

So, here they were, about to start vocabulary lesson number one. She had given him a deck of flashcards to study over the last week. And now was…well, it was like a test. "I trust you've been keeping up with your studies?" He gave an affirmative grunt. "While memorization is a useful skill, knowledge always trumps it. Therefore, I am going to say one of the words from this deck of cards. But instead of you relating to me the definition I provided, you'll use the word in a sentence. Easy enough, yes?"

Finn rolled his shoulders, inwardly groaning. He had been studying the words—mostly because he had assumed Rachel would give him some kind of quiz like this (though it was sort of gratifying to be right about something). But the whole forming sentences thing wasn't his forte. Like, at all. It was like asking Hitler to show compassion. He mostly just stumbled around words and strung them together awkwardly—like a tangible representation of that time his mom had made him fix popcorn on strings for their Christmas tree. In the end, it had been disastrous; it had looked like a three-year-old with a lazy eye had produced it. So the fact that Rachel wanted him to form coherent sentences at barely eleven in the morning didn't sit well.

Especially since he'd mostly been working on all this weird chemistry stuff with her the week before, in preparation for his junior year classes. It was kind of cool—he was a dude, so the prospect of blowing stuff up was fervent in his mind. But he'd discovered it wasn't easy. Although, all of his previous "tutoring sessions" had resulted in hot (super hot, like early pearly hot, though he wasn't sure if Rachel had caught onto it yet—how embarrassing would that be! Oh God, he wanted to blow chunks at the thought of it. Was it possible to die of humiliation?) making out that had led to the kind of heavy petting he'd only had (really sexy) wet dreams about. He had a split second to hope he hadn't said any of that aloud unconsciously before feeling Rachel run the tips of her fingers down his cheek and neck. He regained his focus (sort of) and fixed her with a half-smile.

"Finn, what are you thinking about?" she asked, radiating concern.

Somehow he didn't think "Oh, well I was just thinking about how I've been having these really erotic dreams about us lately that have me blowing baby batter out of my Jap's eye before even the sun is willing to get up. Do you know how many times I've had to change my sheets this week?" would be an appropriate thing to say, especially given the current situation.

"Erm, I'm just…making sure I can remember the words right." He was totally BS-ing his way through this, but her confident smile had him believing he'd said the right thing.

She clapped her hand together, studying the word on the first card. "Vessel."

Finn's face scrunched up in concentration. Crap. Wait, wait…it was coming to him. Now he needed a sentence. Why couldn't he have a dictionary or thesaurus built into his brain? "Um, French fries exist only as a vessel in which to consume ketchup...?"

Rachel stared at him disbelievingly and then couldn't contain the laughter that erupted from her throat. He shrugged; she'd never said they had to be intelligent sentences, and if that was what she was looking for, she was asking the wrong boyfriend. No, wait. She didn't have any other boyfriends. He was pretty sure she didn't, anyway. He didn't think Rachel would be able to resist talking about any other beau(s) she would have had, considering her inability to resist talking about anything. He also knew she was the most honorable person he knew, and she loved him and would totally never jip him by having another boyfriend. He was pretty sure he was bigger than any other guy she could have too (and yes, he meant that in multiple ways). Why was even thinking about this? It had nothing to do with "assiduous," which was the word Rachel had just assigned him.

Well, his response was rather delayed. Time to butter her up with some Finn Hudson flattery (patent pending) and hope it worked. "My super cool girlfriend is helping me become a more assiduous student."

Mission accomplished if the mile wide smile gracing her lips was any indication, and he was pretty sure it was. Rachel was a great actor, but she was also really emotional. So that made it pretty obvious when he had been a dick (even if he didn't understand how) so he could go about patching up. He'd gotten used to and come to really appreciate her plethora of expressions. And well, that smile had to be one of his favorites.

Finn was so wonderful, Rachel thought dreamily. She knew he was employing his impeccable charm and almost had enough self-control to condemn herself for falling into it. But she was a sixteen year old girl; there was plenty of time to learn proper self-restraint, although her sixth sense hinted that it would never be acquired when it came to Finn Hudson. She was impressed that he really was taking his studies seriously for her. Granted, all his sentences were coming out strange (though adorably Finn-like), but they were correct, so she couldn't fault him. "Next is the word semblance," she told him, her visage taking on amusement at his blank look.

Finn searched his brain for that word. Damn it. He was doing kind of okay up until now. There always had to one little thing that could mess up a whole big thing. He wouldn't have cared so much if it didn't always have to happen in his life. All he wanted was a break. The sultry stare Rachel was aiming at him made him both really anxiously lose his concentration and motivated to find the meaning of the word in the recesses of his mind. Her lips smacked a little as she parted them and what was she doing because his breath was starting to hitch. She was gazing down at his lips and he wondered if she was seriously going to kiss him or if she was just teasing him. Unfortunately, it was probably the second for now, since as much as he'd gathered that she liked kissing him (and all the little breathy moans and gasps let him know that she was totally into it), she was very serious about studying. She slowly tucked a strand of glossy hair behind her ear and his head was spinning and his chest was all tight and oh shit, was he having a stroke? "I need some semblance of self-control," he muttered sardonically.

He lifted his head up as Rachel's rich laugh reached his ears. Damn it, he needed a filter, although he didn't think she was mocking him. She seemed genuinely entertained by his thoughtlessness when it came to forming normal speech patterns. He shrugged; at least she wasn't running out the door. Or well, pushing him out the door. Since this was her house and Finn was relatively sure that she wanted to stay here.

Could Finn possibly be any more enchanting? He owned every part of her; fully consumed her life. Oh yes, she was still intent on becoming a multiple award-winning Broadway actress; she doubted that would ever change. But it was too depressing to even think about imagining a life without Finn in it. So she wouldn't. "Lascivious."

Finn could hear the smirk in her voice and wondered what that was about. Okay, he definitely had no idea what that word meant. He'd studied those words like eight times (silently thanking Rachel to be fussy enough to put them all in alphabetical order), but he seriously didn't remember this one. Maybe… "That word wasn't in the cards! It definitely wasn't," he insisted.

Again with the smirk. "You have been studying. I was just testing you. Lascivious means lustful," she added breathily after a moment.

And then Finn's eyes were widening and he'd had enough of this. They'd been playing teacher-student for over an hour and that was good enough for now. More than good enough. Doing his best to smile sensually (he was really made for the whole affable grin thing, but he was willing to try out new territory), he announced huskily, "Then I'm gonna kiss you lasciviously, Rachel." Taste of your own (delicious) medicine and all that. Rachel barely had time to note the mischievous glint in his eye. Then he was rising and scooping her up and settling her legs around his waist, hoping, praying, trying so hard to not lose it. Not this time.

Rachel mewled as he ravaged her mouth, tightening her arms around his neck. His hands were everywhere and he had to lean her backside against the refrigerator to keep from falling over. Finn had always had a rather, ah, feisty side (and Rachel had never discouraged him), but this was new even for him; the fierce, carnal desire. And Rachel would be damned if she didn't thoroughly enjoy it. But—oh. Oh, wow. Okay, it wasn't even worth trying to form a thought anymore because it was too distracting and all she wanted was to feel Finn feeling her. So she clenched her legs tighter around him and smiled, self-satisfied, when his head rolled back as she trailed kisses down his jaw and neck. Leaps and bounds.

Some time later, just as she was certain she was going to explode or implode with an overwhelming passion she hadn't experienced before, she heard him mutter, "Damn it."

"What is it?" Her concern for him overruled to need to be physically close to him.

Finn was grateful she hadn't yet noticed that the obvious tent that had occupied his pants for the last twenty minutes had deflated. Okay, it wasn't as bad as when he used to blow after, like, two minutes. But Jesus, was something wrong with him? He shook his head and kissed her chastely. "It sucks, but I've gotta get out of here. Burt's having his family over and I've got to meet them all." It actually wasn't a lie, and he appreciated the coincidence. Though he couldn't deny he would much rather spend the day wrapped up in (and having her wrapped around him) than meet Kurt's uncles and stuff. But he'd promised, and well, there was always tomorrow...

She nodded regretfully, holding on to him just a bit longer. "Don't forget about your lessons!" she called as he was heading down the driveway. "Same time tomorrow?"

He turned and shot her a grin, absently reminding himself to stop at the store on the way home. He had a feeling he would need to pick up a dozen new sets of sheets.

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