Disclaimer: Glee is the property of Ryan Murphy and FOX. I don't own the characters, but most of the storyline is mine and mine only.
Author's Note: This is the prequel to "A Beautiful Somewhere", you don't have to have read that story to know what this is about. Future!Finchel.
Finn gets the job at New York Times as a junior reporter and Rachel is happy that she doesn't have to worry about him being in a different city while she's following her dreams in New York. When they were dating in high school and she told everyone that she was going away to New York to be on Broadway, everyone told her that dating Finn would be hard because there was no reason for him to move to New York. Finn had never given her any reason to think that he wouldn't go with her, but she had always doubted what he would want when they got to that point. When college happened and they were pulled apart by the size of the country, she was sure that this was what everyone was talking about. It wasn't like he hadn't applied to schools in the city and Rachel didn't even need to force him to do that. She remembered the day he literally stumbled into her room carrying papers and pamphlets from different New York schools telling her that he was going to be there with her right from the start. They had poured over every piece of paper together, never once getting distracted by the proximity of their bodies or the fact that Rachel was only wearing Finn's McKinley High t-shirt. They had spent the whole night filling out application forms and while Rachel had fallen asleep for a few hours, she had woken up to find Finn still going through websites and papers and making small notes on napkins and whatever he could find. She knew that this was something he wanted to in that moment. He wanted to be with her and she was happy for that. Rachel was sure that she could do this whole college thing alone, just as long as she knew Finn was going to be waiting for her when the four years were over. But it mattered more to have him there with her. Her life would have been different from what she had experienced so far, but she would have liked having him around. But fate had other plans for them. And in some strange way, Rachel was glad fate intervened and pulled them apart. She understood what people meant when they said distance makes the heart grow fonder. Their love grew and she found herself waiting for the few minutes in a day when she got to hear his voice or see his sleepy face. It was worth it, being so far apart. But now they were going to be living together, in New York City, like responsible adults while they figured out their lives individually and together. Marriage was around the corner, but before that both of them needed to make something more of their lives and their relationship.
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"Finn, where are my gold stickers?"
"Uh, in the box marked Rachel's Table Things, maybe?"
"They're not here!"
"Why do you need them?"
"I need to mark things on my calendar."
"We can go out and a set later."
"Baby, I need them now," Rachel pouted from her position on the floor as Finn walked into what would be their bedroom, "I'm scared I'll forget what colored stars go where if I don't do it now."
"You've got a gold pen, why don't you draw the stars for now? I'll go buy the stickers from the store down the street."
"I don't want to be alone in this house, it's empty and scary."
"Come with me, then," Finn shrugged as he rolled his shoulders.
"But we need to unpack."
"We can't do everything at once, Rach, so you need to decide what you want to do the most."
"Christen the apartment."
"What?"
"I read in Cosmo and also in some really stupid books that I found at the library that when a couple moves into a new house together, they have sex in every single room to christen it so that it is officially theirs."
"Wow, okay," Rachel bit down on her lip and watched Finn as he looked around the crowded bedroom and nodded, "Is that a good wow or a bad wow?"
"It's an amused wow."
"I still don't know if that's good or bad, Finn."
"There is no place in this apartment for us to do anything," he gave her an apologetic smile and shrugged, "I just tripped over a bunch of boxes trying to get from the kitchen to the bedroom and our apartment isn't very big."
"Finny…"
"Okay, let me go find a space," Rachel squealed happily as Finn walked out of the bedroom, carefully pushing herself to her feet as she smoothed down her skirt and dropped the calendar back into the box. She took a look around the bedroom and smiled to herself. When they saw the apartment a month ago – when Finn came for his last job interview – Rachel had fallen in love with the place. It was small, but perfect for the two of them and she had spent a lot of time in each room deciding what would go where and how they'd behave once they started living there. Every single detail mattered to her and Rachel was aware that Finn would not try to change her mind. If he did, she would convince him that it was the best thing to do, simply because she thought it would be perfect. And he would agree, because that was just the way Finn was. Not to say that he was a pushover, because if he didn't like something he always told her. And that was just one of the few things that Rachel loved about Finn. He tried his best not to sugarcoat anything. Turning around as she heard Finn's footsteps, Rachel tilted her head to the side and smiled at him, "Hi."
"You look beautiful."
"You always say that when you want to get lucky."
"Actually, you're the one who wants to get lucky."
"So, you're saying that I'm no longer beautiful?"
"No, you're always beautiful," smiling a little as he walked over to her, kicking a few cartons aside, Rachel sighed happily, "But you're the one who mentioned sex today."
"Well, I like my sex. And I like my sex with you."
"Good answer," resting her hand on his chest as Finn closed the gap between their bodies and pressed his lips against hers, Rachel whimpered softly and pulled back, "Do I even want to know how you made space for us?"
"Why do I get the feeling that we're going to be talking for the rest of the evening?"
"Because its fun seeing you react to me talking during sex."
"We'll make a deal," Rachel's eyes widened at his words and reluctantly nodded, "You don't talk during sex and I let you pick another place in the apartment to christen."
"That's not much of a deal, Finn."
"True, but you kinda like it."
"Fine, no talking during sex."
"But," Finn pecked at her lips softly, "You are free to talk about how amazing it feels and what you want me to do, just nothing else."
"Fine," Rachel rolled her eyes playfully and pulled his lips back to hers, her fingers tangling in his hair as she tip-toed to deepen the kiss, her lips parting as he put his hands on her butt and pressed her against him. Sliding her other hand down his chest, she slipped it under his shirt and teased his stomach with the tips of her fingers. She was still amazed at how much work Finn had put into getting fit for the Rocky Horror Picture Show they were doing in Glee club. She remembered how he talked about being nervous because he wasn't confident about the way he looked, but she knew that that boy was now gone. Standing in front of her was the man she was going to marry and confidence was definitely not something he had a problem with. That faded away with his mailman problem as well and Rachel was glad for that. Squealing softly into the kiss as he picked her up, Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her legs around his hips, locking them at the heel, letting them rest against his butt. Sighing happily as his hands rested on her butt, Rachel flicked her tongue out at his lips and slipped it into his mouth as he parted his lips giving her access to his mouth. Six years and the sex was still good, she credited it to the fact that they weren't always trying to physically attack each other. They took it slow, there was foreplay and there was a lot of teasing. In her mind, the best kind of sex happened like that. Not that she had a lot of experience in what other kinds of sex was like. But even after being apart for almost a year during their senior year, the sex had been slow and beautiful.
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Even as he carried her to the living room – where he had spread out a mattress and covered it with a sheet, the cartons forming some kind of fort around the mattress, with candles sitting on every flat surface that wasn't made of cardboard – Finn knew that while Rachel wasn't talking, she was thinking all the things she wanted to say. Finn knew her that well, especially since she mumbled something against his lips before he gently lay her down on the mattress, licking his lips as he looked down at her, Finn had to stop himself from staring. People always talked about how Rachel had an odd nose and a big mouth, but those were just a few of the things that he loved about her. That and her big brown eyes that could make him do whatever she wanted him to do. He had never met anyone with such beautiful eyes. Smiling, Finn moved over her, brushing his lips against hers as she gripped the ends of his t-shirt and slowly pushed it up. He pulled his lips away from hers to help her get off his shirt and helped her with her dress before returning his lips to hers. Smiling as he felt her arch against his tongue as he ran his fingers down her sides, Finn slipped a hand under her and unhooked her bra, growling softly as she sucked on his bottom lip. Sliding the bra strap down her arms, Finn shifted above her a little to give her better access to his jeans. Sighing happily as she got the button and zipper undone, he kicked his jeans off and pressed his hands into the mattress on either side of her head, deepening the kiss as she toyed with the waistband of his boxers. As much as he wanted her – and she could probably tell from how hard he was already - Finn wanted to enjoy every minute that led up to the sex. Kissing Rachel was pretty mind blowing and the way her warm fingers felt against his skin was pretty amazing. It was one of the best parts of their make-out sessions. His arms shook a little as she slipped a hand into his boxers, running her nails down his erection as her tongue teased his bottom lip. Finn broke the kiss reluctantly, looking down as she wrapped her fingers around his length and stroked him slowly, "What's wrong, baby?"
"It's been a while since you've done that."
"You don't let me help you in the morning," Finn looked back at Rachel as she shrugged, "You miss out on a lot when you don't let me do that."
"I'll remember that next time," without giving her a chance to say something in response to that, Finn pressed his lips against hers, nudging her lips apart with his tongue. Shifting above her as she moved her hand in longer and faster strokes, Finn tugged her panties off with one hand and slowly pushed her legs apart as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Whimpering desperately as her thumb moved over his tip, Finn gripped at the sheets with his hands and tangled his tongue with hers as she squirmed under him a little. Growling unhappily as she pulled her hand away, Finn moved one hand down between her legs and shook his boxers off as she pushed them down his hips. Brushing his fingers against her core slowly, he smiled at just how wet she was already. A low moan escaped her lips as he broke the kiss, their noses brushing as she whispered fuck me, please against his lips, her breath hot.
Slipping into her easily, Finn growled as his lips grazed hers, their warm breaths mixing as she slipped her arms under his and rested her palms on his back, her hips lifting to meet his as he pushed into her fully. Burying his face in her neck, Finn moved a hand to her hips to hold her against him as he moved his hips against hers, his length brushing against her walls. He heard Rachel swear and smiled at the way her nails dug into his skin gently, her hips bucking against his hard, "Stop teasing me, baby, please." Dropping his hand to the mattress he finds a steady rhythm as he pushes into her deeper with every thrust, her legs tightening around his hips. Finn flicked his tongue out at her neck as she tilted her head to side, giving him better access, and sucked on her skin, feeling her breath on his shoulder as she whimpered softly, digging her nails into his back more. Shifting a little, he picked up the pace of his thrusts and growled against her neck as she scraped her nails down his back, her moaning getting louder as she dug the heel of her foot into his butt, urging him to go deeper. Gripping the sheets a little tighter, Finn let his teeth gently sink into the spot he was sucking on as he felt her walls clench and unclench around him. Moaning loudly as she arched her back off the bed a little, Finn pulled his teeth off of her skin and ran his tongue over the bite mark to soothe it as Rachel captured his earlobe between her teeth and tugged at it, moaning into his ear as she moved her hips against his. Moving his hand back to her hip, Finn held her against him as he pushed faster, his breathing getting ragged as he slipped his hand into the tiny space between their bodies and rubbed her.
Smiling as she released his earlobe, Finn gently scraped his teeth along her neck as she cried out his name, her hands now gripping his shoulders as she rocked against him. rubbing her faster, Finn pushed into her deeper and let his eyes flutter shut as his tip grazed her spot, a breathy moan escaping Rachel's lips as she tightened around him, "So close, baby." Finn nodded as he thrust harder into her, hitting her spot as her body shuddered against his. She tightened around him again and wrapped her arms and legs around his body tighter, like she was clinging to him for dear life. Feeling her walls quiver around him, Finn pushed harder and felt her come undone, soaking his length as she let out a raspy chuckle, her head tilting back against the mattress as her hands loosened from around his neck. Filling her as he came right after her, Finn pressed his hands into the mattress to keep himself above her, their bodies pressed together, but he still didn't want to crush her with his weight. Sighing happily, he rested his forehead on her shoulder and worked on his breathing, letting it take it's time regulating as she ran her finger slowly up and down his back, being careful about the cuts she had made in his skin. But they just stayed like that for a little longer, Finn buried deep inside her as Rachel hummed into his ear and teased his back slowly, because in that moment nothing else mattered.
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When he woke up the next morning and found her gone, Finn sat up quickly, feeling like he was reliving high school in some weird way. There had been that one time they had had some of the most amazing sex of his life and when he woke up, she was gone, leaving her panties behind. Almost like she was taunting him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, realizing that he was in their apartment and that she couldn't have run out on him again. Plus, he could hear her singing coming from the kitchen along with the smells of fresh coffee. Smiling as he stretched, Finn instantly groaned and dropped his shoulders, resorting to stretching his arms individually while rubbing his face to ease the pain in his back. The singing stopped and Finn looked just as Rachel walked into the living room carrying two cups of coffee and wearing his letterman jacket, open in front and only wearing panties underneath, "Wow."
"Good morning, honey."
"Where did you find that?"
"I tripped over a box this morning and this fell out, so I figured I'd put it on, instead of my dress."
"You look really good in it."
"Thank you," Finn smiled as Rachel shrugged one shoulder and bent one leg at the knee, biting down on her lip, "I missed wearing it."
"I missed seeing you in it," Finn took the coffee from Rachel as she handed it to him and shifted a little as she sat down beside him, "I remember the first time you wore the jacket to school, it was like having one of my dreams come true."
"A dirty dream?"
"A very dirty dream."
"Was I dressed like this?"
"Well, no," he took a sip of his coffee and winced as his back started stinging, "Babe, we need to cut your nails."
"Focus on the dream, Finn."
"My back is in insane pain and you're interested in a dirty dream?"
"Yes, because I want you to tell me about it so that I can maybe help you relive it," Finn frowned at her as she licked her lips before wetting a finger and slowly running the finger over a scratch on his back, "And I promise to take care of that as well."
"How are you always so cheerful in the mornings?"
"When you have really good sex the night before, it's impossible to wake up in a bad mood," Finn tried not to smile as Rachel snuggled up to him some more, her finger slowly moving over every part of his back, "Plus, I had mind-blowing sex twice. So that has to do something to make someone feel amazing the next morning. Don't you feel amazing?"
"If I could get past the pain in my back, I'm sure I'd feel all kinds of amazing."
"I'm sorry, baby, i could talk or make too much noise and I had to let you see how much I was enjoying it."
"Let's cut your nails shorter next time, long nails aren't good for me."
"Fine," he winced as she pulled her hand away from his back and sighed heavily as she turned her attention to her coffee mug, "I'm sorry, baby."
"No, you're right Finn. If I keep marking you up, we're never going to have much sex."
"You're still upset with me."
"Yes, I am, because I can't do anything when we have sex," she rolled her eyes and looked at him, causing Finn to arch an eyebrow at her, "No talking, no screaming, no scratching, no this, no that. What can I do?"
"Anything you want to do."
"Now you're confusing me," Finn chuckled softly and shifted so that his chest was pressed against Rachel's arm, "Wanna hear about the letterman jacket dream?"
"Only if it's really good."
"I woke up with a hard-on that I had to take care of on my way to school because I was running late."
"You slept through your alarm because of me?"
"How did you miss the part about the hard-on and focus only on the being late for school bit?"
"Well," Rachel blushed a little and sipped on her coffee, "So, about your dream…"
"Right," Finn chuckled and stretched a leg out behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder as he whispered, "I left my jacket in your room again and you showed up to school wearing this black dress with no shoulder straps and you insisted on taking the jacket off while we were in class together and when I asked you to put it back on because I didn't want other dudes staring at you, you said that it didn't matter, because you only had eyes for one dude and that if he noticed how good you looked, nothing else mattered. But every other guy in class was staring at you so when we got out of that period, you dragged me to the janitor's closet and well…" Finn trailed off, smiling to himself as he took a sip of his coffee, noticing the way Rachel was looking at him, eyebrow arched, "And well what?"
"It was some pretty hot dream sex."
"Do you want to give me details?"
"Not really."
"Why not?"
"It's like you can't imagine what went down in the janitor's closet."
"I can, but I want you to help me out a little."
"You weren't wearing panties, for starters," Finn nodded as Rachel's eyes widened, "Because you apparently left them in my locker as a gift."
"You know, if you had mentioned this dream before, you might have been lucky enough to get a pair of my panties."
"I get free access to your panties now, so I'm not complaining," Finn smiled and then as an afterthought, added, "Besides, in my dream you left a pair of used panties in my locker. As in the one you were wearing when you got to school. The Rachel I knew in high school would never have done that."
"Just because I gave Jacob a pair of new panties doesn't mean I would do the same for you."
"Really?"
"Mhm," she sipped on her coffee and turned to look at him, her lips inches from his, "I would have given you the dirtiest pair."
"I highly doubt that."
"You have no faith in me."
"I know you, there's a difference."
"If I wanted to make you horny and desperate for me, I'd have left a soaked pair, just so you knew how much I wanted you when we were apart the night before."
"Would my fiancé do that for me?"
"Once we both start working long hours and finding only 20 minutes in our day to be with each other?" Rachel nodded and turned back to her coffee, leaving Finn's lips tingling for more, "Probably."
"Just probably?"
"Let's see how things work out for us when the time comes. Maybe you'll get lucky and I'll do more than leave a trail of dirty panties for you to follow after a long day at work."
"You've been thinking about this a lot, haven't you?"
"You have no idea," Rachel giggled and turned to kiss him softly, "I've had my fair share of dreams of what life would be like once we started living together. I blame all those stupid books Kurt used to leave behind in my house."
"Thank God for Kurt," kissing Rachel back, Finn wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him gently, "Good idea on christening the apartment, babe."
"We still have the kitchen and bedroom, Finn, don't get tired on me just yet."
"I'm always up for more christening; I just need my morning coffee and a little TLC for my back."
"Finish up that coffee and I'll help with your back," Finn downed the rest of the coffee and set the mug on the floor, grinning at her, "Whenever you're ready, future Mrs. Hudson."
