Hello, readers! I am so sorry it has taken me so long to update! But, as promised, I have given you a double update! In order to keep an element of surprise, Chapter 8 will be posted later today so the events that occur in this chapter have time to settle in. I hope you enjoy it; I worked very hard to perfect this chapter. Remember that sneak peek I posted a while ago? It is used in this chapter! So be prepared for a lot of Finchel happening in all the right places! One more thing before I leave you all to enjoy the long-awaited Chapter 7: in my honor, a very close friend of mine has made a Facebook fanpage for me. It is entitled 'Finntastic17- Fanfiction'. If you have a Facebook, I would appreciate it very much if you 'liked' my fanpage. You will be able to get exclusive updates, spoilers, and it helps my publicity. It also tells me just how many readers are waiting to read my updates! One last thing: thank you so much for all your helpful reviews! I can't believe I'm almost halfway to my goal of 200 reviews! You all are so helpful! By the way, this chapter is written to the song 'Magic' by Colbie Callait.
The party went on forever. Just about everyone was drunk; although Quinn, Mercedes, and Sam had been drinking, they weren't drunk; they were the most sober ones there, besides Tina and Rachel, of course…Finn's drinking peaked at around eleven that night, and by midnight, he had had fifteen drinks, and was still going for more. He was definitely the drunkest of them all, Puck following close behind with eleven drinks. Brittany was in third, with eight shots of tequila, and Kurt and Blaine were somewhere around there. And no one really knew how many drinks Artie had. Somewhere around where Kurt and Blaine were, Rachel guessed.
The whole night was spent lecturing the drunken people on what not to do, only to receive a rude reply or some sort of attempt to feel her up (only Finn would reply like that). At one point, Kurt and Blaine sang a duet (very off key) from the musical 'A Chorus Line' and received a standing ovation from her drunken friends.
Another time that night, to keep Rachel from becoming too bossy, Puck attempted to trap her outside when she went to grab her cell phone from the car, but being drunk limited his thinking process, making him forget that if he left the door unattended, Rachel could make it back into the building. At another point, when she was yelling at Artie for repeatedly ramming himself into the wall with his wheelchair, Finn and Puck each grabbed her by one of her wrists and pinned her against the wall. She could smell the alcohol stench on their breaths as they both attempted to tell Rachel 'just how hot she was' at the same time. Quinn, still sober, noticed this and pulled Puck away, and Rachel didn't know where they disappeared to after that. But no one cared to save her from Finn, who was suffocating her with his grasp. She would make sure to kill Kurt later for leaving her in charge of Finn.
One thing that annoyed Rachel about the party was not only just how much disrespectful attention she was getting, it was how she was the only one getting harassed. Everyone left Tina alone to text or listen to music as she pleased, but Rachel was constantly getting dragged around the room or pinned against a wall.
The most embarrassing event that took place that night happened at around one in the morning, when Rachel began attempting to herd her group of people to Kurt's car. All of the guys (Sam, Puck, Artie, and Finn) decided to go running around the downtown area…shirtless. And who was grabbed by the wrist and dragged through the entire town as they ran around screaming like idiots? None other then Rachel, of course. They were far worse behaved then Seth. But it didn't surprise Rachel at all.
The returned to Kroaky's at around one forty-five. Rachel was beyond exhausted and had reached her limit with the guys of her group. But just like Seth, Rachel needed to take a calmer approach to things if she wanted to accomplish anything. After several moments of contemplating, she came up with a solution. She would just treat them the same way she would treat Seth.
Rachel did her best to once again herd them all into a group, succeeding after agreeing to let Finn hold her hand if he came. She announced that it was very late and they all needed to return to their homes. After several complaints and muttered ideas on how to retrap Rachel were exchanged, she finally convinced them that it was time to go. Only one problem: Brittany was missing.
"I swear…" Rachel muttered under her breath. Finn was still clasping tightly to her hand and followed her around the bar like a lost puppy until Rachel found her passed out in the far corner near the restrooms. After convincing Finn that she would give him a 'special reward' if he helped her carry Brittany back to the group, they were ready to leave.
Rachel grabbed the car keys and shoved everyone into their places. Kurt and Blaine both complained that they had lost their wallets, but Rachel knew that it was a trick and they were just going to go back inside to buy more drinks. She assured them that their wallets were fine and closed the door only to realize that Puck and Quinn had once again disappeared. She groaned and noticed that Finn was still holding her hand. He had been unusually quiet in the last few moments, so she turned behind her to make sure he was okay. He looked sick. She sighed.
"Are you feeling alright, Finn?" She asked sweetly.
"No." He groaned. Rachel sighed.
"I'll get you home soon." She promised, standing on her tiptoes to scan around for Puck and Quinn, finally finding them by Tina's car. She led Finn over to the car and herded them back to her car and locked them in, finally driving away at two fifteen. She was exhausted, no doubt, and fed up with her friends and would never live them down for this night. But she was glad it was finally over.
-glee!-
After dropping Puck and Quinn off at Puck's house, Rachel assumed that her next stop would be Finn's house and the rest of them would return to Kurt's. But Finn looked really bad. He seemed awfully dazed and his face seemed to turn a light shade of green. A feeling of worry creeped into her chest as she examined him.
"Are you feeling okay, Finn?" She asked softly, not wanting to awaken the others who had miraculously fallen asleep.
"No." He mumbled incoherently. "Hangover."
"Is it bad?"
"Worst one I've ever had." He replied, leaning back in his seat. "I feel really sick, and I'm gonna end up puking my guts out when I get home, and I have this really bad pounding headache. Like…a migraine or something." Finn sighed.
"I'm sorry." Rachel said sympathetically. "But it's your fault. You had seventeen drinks. That's really unhealthy, Finn."
"I did?" He questioned, frowning. "Last night was all a blur. I remember holding your hand…"
"I was fed up with you, so I just agreed to." Rachel defended herself quickly.
"I guess I drank so much because I was depressed."
"About what?" Rachel asked, cocking her head to the side.
"You." He mumbled. Rachel's grip on the steering wheel tightened and she fixated her eyes on the road. Her mind had been made up; there was no way Rachel was leaving Finn alone in his condition. And she owed him for not believing in his explanation. He had regained her trust, and she felt she should reward him for that.
"I'll take care of you today." Rachel whispered. "Just let me drop Kurt, Blaine, and Sam off at home." Finn turned to face Rachel, a shocked expression on his face. The last thing he ever expected Rachel to offer right now was to take care of him.
"Am I, like, getting Punk'd now or something?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, wincing as a sudden wave of nausea hit him.
"No, Finn." Rachel replied softly. "I just felt it would be nice. And your mom won't be home for a while yet, correct? And isn't Burt on some business trip?"
"Well, yeah, but…"
"I'm not going to leave you alone in your condition and that's final." Rachel decided firmly. Finn sighed in defeat, a coy smile threatening the corners of his lips.
"Okay…just hurry…I'm beginning to feel really sick…" He moaned. Rachel's grip on the steering wheel tightened; if there was one thing Rachel hated more then anything, it was dealing with sick people. She edged her foot forward on the gas pedal a little more and felt a wave of relief as she felt the car speed up just a little.
-glee!-
After bringing Kurt, Blaine, and Sam back home, Rachel drove off to Finn's house. The car was filled with an awkward silence, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't come up with anything to say to him.
They reached his house in less then five minutes. Finn, obviously still feeling nauseous, just groaned and leaned back in his seat, gripping onto the armrests tightly.
"We're home, Finn." Rachel whispered. He groaned.
"If I move at all, I'll end up puking." He complained. She rolled her eyes.
"I understand you feel bad, but you're probably just overreacting. You are not staying in this car, Finn Hudson, at three in the morning." She lectured. Finn turned toward her, the smallest smile creeping onto his face.
"You said the same time to me the last time we went to one of Kurt's parties. Remember?" He pressed. Her cheeks turned red and she shifted uncomfortably.
"The last time we went to one of Kurt's parties…" She shook her head, blushing. He chuckled.
"You know what ended up happening in that car? I know you remember."
"No!" She shook her head, growing more embarrassed by the moment. He laughed.
"Don't make me say it out loud…" He was enjoying this very much. Rachel looked so hot right now, and he was glad to finally have something distracting him from the nausea.
"Don't you dare, Finn!" Rachel squealed, watching as he leaned forward, edging towards her with one swift movement.
"You and I did some pretty…naughty things in that back seat." He continued. She giggled, shaking her head, feeling everything just collapse on her right then and there.
"Stop it, Finn." She said softly, gazing into his eyes, only inches away from her own face. She turned away. "I'll come around and help you out." She decided, opening her door and walking around, opening his door. He gazed up at her, confusion coloring his face.
"Did you grow at all? 'Cause you seem just a little bit taller." He said, slowly standing up and leaning against the car.
"I grew half an inch." Rachel stated proudly. "I've five foot two and a half now." She said, emphasizing the word 'half'.
"Wow, half an inch…that's really something." He mumbled, smiling slightly. She glared at him and playfully slapped his arm.
"You don't need to mock me. I'm very proud of my increasing height, and half an inch is just a start." She grabbed his arm and put it around her shoulder, feeling like she would melt at having his arm around her. And Finn…he was shocked beyond words at Rachel's actions. Was she flirting with him?
They walked up the walkway slowly, Rachel not wanting Finn to throw up all over her outfit, but Finn wanting this moment to last more then anything.
"Do you have a key?" Rachel asked.
"What if I don't?" Finn asked. He waggled his eyebrows. "Would we go back to the car?" Her cheeks turned red again and she shook her head.
"No, we'd sit out here until your mom came home." She countered. "And I'm only here to take care of you. So, if you're feeling alright…"
"No! I'm sick, I'm sick." He said quickly. She laughed and wrapped her arm around his waist.
"You have a hangover, stupid." She mumbled, using her other hand to fumble through his jean pockets until she finally found the house keys.
"Right. Hangover." He mumbled, a numb feeling entering his body as Rachel flashed him a smile, jingling the keys in front of his face.
"You liar."
"I didn't say I didn't have them." He objected. She rolled her eyes and unlocked the door to the house, opening the door and dropping her arm as she walked inside. She frowned.
"Where's the light switch, Finn?" She whispered. "It's too dark in here." Her hand flew to the wall in search of the light switch.
"Um…" His voice trailed off. A dark room…all alone with Rachel…could his life get any better?
"Shit." She cursed, tripping and finding herself frozen as she fell into Finn's arms. The light turned on in the next moment. She glanced up at Finn, who had one hand on the light switch, the other wrapped around her waist.
"I found the light switch." He mumbled. "You okay?" She stood back up, regaining her balance and smiling.
"Of course. I just tripped over my own feet, I guess." She turned away from him, walking further into the house. "Is there anything for you that counteracts your hangovers?"
"Uh…" He cocked his head to the side. "No." She sighed.
"Okay, then. Just go lay down on your bed. I'll be there in a minute." Finn stared after her as she walked into the kitchen. Was it just him, or did that sound a little dirtier then she probably intended it to? But he obeyed and headed off to his room. Rachel smiled coyly and instead darted off to the bathroom, glancing in the mirror. Her make-up still looked good. She still looked very pretty. She smiled and headed to Finn's room. She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms.
"Is there anything I can get you?" She asked softly, taking a seat right next to him on his bed.
"I'm cold." He complained, shivering uncontrollably. She frowned before a smile lit up her face. She leaned across his lap, smiling up at him.
"Better?" She asked, a hint of a laugh in her voice. Okay, she was definitely flirting with him now. Did she end up drinking anything at the party?
"Uh…yeah." He gently took one of his hands out of his pocket and placed it on her leg. She flinched slightly, but closed her eyes and let a small moan escape her lips. She shifted into a more comfortable position, keeping her eyes closed.
"Rachel?" Finn ventured.
"Mhm-hm?" She mumbled, too exhausted to talk in complete sentences.
"Why are you acting like this around me?" He asked after a short pause. "You didn't like me very much, last time I checked."
Rachel opened her eyes and sat up a little, smiling slightly. "I trust you now." She replied simply. Finn cocked his head to the side and she giggled. "I talked to Sam." She explained.
"Oh." Finn glanced around the room nervously. "So…we're cool now?"
"Yes." She whispered. "I'm sorry for not believing you."
"It's okay." He reassured her, rubbing her leg gently. She grinned, and silence filled the room. She turned around and got off the bed, picking up a camera she found on his desk. She pressed the view button, and the first picture was one he had taken himself. The same one she had as her Facebook profile picture (she hadn't been on in years). He was smiling at the camera while Rachel was smiling and kissing him on the cheek. She showed him the picture and sat back down on the bed.
"That's still my Facebook picture." Rachel informed him.
"I know." He mumbled. "It was the last picture I've taken with this camera." He went to grab it from her hands, but she pulled it away, falling back onto the bed laughing. Finn smiled coyly and leaned over her, finally snatching the camera from her hands. The silence returned as they stared into each other's eyes.
"Can I kiss you?" Finn asked in an unusually soft voice. Her eyes searched his perfect face before she sat up and pressed her lips to his in reply.
-glee!-
Their kisses became more heated as time went on. Tongues touch tongues, snaking in and out of each other's mouths. My God, Rachel thought. This is what a kiss should feel like! To think that this past year had spent without kissing anyone, and she could still kiss the way she used to. The way they used to.
Finn's hands gently guided down her back. Rachel let out a moan of protest, but it was weak; she didn't care. Their bodies moved in rhythm with their heartbeats, a perfect timekeeper. She could hear his heart beating softly from his chest, but the sound of her own blood pounding in her ears became more noticeable. She knew where this was going. And her thoughts were confirmed as he gently pulled her shirt over her head. But no matter how much Rachel wanted to, she couldn't resist. She had spent a year without Finn, and now she was kissing him again. And they were only moments away from professing their love to each other. A love that she knew would never go away.
-glee!-
Four in the morning, and Finn was fast asleep, his arm draped over Rachel's body as if he never wanted to let her go. Rachel was exhausted herself, but was wide-awake after her…intimate interactions with Finn. It had felt so nice to be able to be this close once more to Finn. Her heart was beating faster then usual as her thoughts returned to the actions that had taken place in less then an hour ago. It was all a tangle of limbs and lips and clothes…unbuttoning and unzipping. She smiled as she pulled the covers farther over her bare body, making sure not to disturb Finn. She loved the way his arm felt over her waist; he seemed to be so protective of her, even in sleep.
Her cell phone vibrated next to her, and she carefully reached for it, checking to see a text from Priscilla.
Priscilla: a very good morning from priscilla and seth! Woke up wanting some of that 'nana bed'; guess I'll send him back 2 bed after an early morning snack!
Rachel read the text message over three times, letting out a gasp of shock. As Seth entered her thoughts, it was then Rachel realized she and Finn had failed to use protection. And last time that happened, she had ended up pregnant.
Before you all are sent into a state of panic, Rachel is not pregnant. It's just a little decoy to add to the dramatic affect in this story. And we all know how Rachel overreacts about everything; this is just one of her moments…that lasts all throughout Chapter 8 and some of Chapter 9. Make sure to review and check later today for Chapter 8! And like my Facebook fanpage! Oh, and that reminds me: people have been asking who Sam's new girlfriend is. I'll give you a hint: it's either Santana or Priscilla XD.
