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Chapter 10: THE Studio
The large group stood staring at Finn again as his rather large customized limo pulled up in front of his rather large house. He avoided their stares as he tugged on a t-shirt. Puck and Matt helped Quinn and Tina into the back before everyone else climbed in. Finn sat between Rachel and Artie still avoiding the stares he was getting.
"So Hudson while I have you cornered, a tattoo?" Puck questioned pointing at Finn's chest, a few minutes later he answered.
"Yeah I got it a few years ago for two reasons, one was to annoy Kurt,the other was and still is a secret." Finn laughed before looking and pointing out of the window. "No more questions we're here."
Everyone looked out of the window at a large building painted red. It had different coloured panels with animal prints on it and three large records on the top of the building stating the date of establishment and the city. 'Hudson Records' stood out in black against the red.
"Holy shi-oot!" Puck said as the limo came to a stop, everyone laughed as he remembered there was a baby with them; the baby that had crawled from her father's lap to Finn's.
"Okay, come on Uncle Finn show us around." Artie laughed as Finn wrapped his arm around Sophie as he climbed out onto the sidewalk.
"Hey, I like that name what do you think kiddo?" Finn asked Sophie as he helped Rachel out of the limo. Once everyone was stood out on the sidewalk Finn opened up the building. "I'm sure you can tell Kurt designed this place."
Everyone looked around the lobby in total awe of what they were seeing already. The room was warm though, from lack of air-conditioning while Finn was away in New York.
Finn led them to a door with the name plate 'Finn Hudson, Hudson Records' It was a large room, the walls lined with Broadway posters, golden and platinum records and photos; the biggest hung behind Finn's desk. It was the last Glee club picture they had taken, it was way after the win at nationals and on graduation day, they were all stood or sat in a group smiling in their graduation robes. It was hard to believe it was taken ten years ago.
"I hung this picture the day I opened this place." Finn said looking at it fondly.
"He hasn't moved it a millimeter since either." Kurt added, they all laughed and started to look around. Finn took Sophie over to the Broadway posters and after a minute she pointed to the 'Wicked' poster he had hung up.
"You like that one huh? Well because I missed your first birthday, which is huge, you can can have my one of a kind signed 'Wicked' poster." He told hergoing over to where Rachel stood and opening a case with at least a hundred posters rolled up. He bent down and put Sophie between his legs as he looked for the poster he wanted.
"I don't think we're getting Sophie back honey." Artie told Tina as he leaned against the wall watching Finn unroll a huge poster signed by all the cast.
"There isn't one other poster like this in the world, not signed at least. It's worth about five hundred bucks right now." Finn explained to the group as he stood up again holding Sophie's hand at an odd position and handing Tina the poster.
"How do you get them Finn? I mean if they're one of a kind and all." Quinn asked as they followed him back to the lobby to another door.
"Well for every Broadway production, they come out with a soundtrack to that musical and Hudson Records, records and produces those soundtracks CD's. We're actually signing with Rachel's show when I get back to New York." Finn replied leading them to a corridor with five other doors lined up. "This is one of the five recording booths we have here." He added as they stepped into one of the recording rooms.
"This place is insane." Mercedes murmured as she, Puck and Artie went to check it all out, everyone slowly followed behind taking it all in.
"Well this is where it all started. I bought this place when I graduated university and I signed a band two months after opening." Finn said handing Sophie to Tina and reaching out to wrap his arm around Rachel's waist. "It all starts with a note, what you do with that note determines how a song is written. This place just happens to be my first note."
Later that night
Rachel and the group followed Finn and Kurt through the front door into a grand foyer as big as Rachel's living room in New York. It was well designed so it was obviously a Kurt Hummel design.
"Finn and I have our own sides in here for our stuff." Kurt explained, Finn just nodded in agreement. It was weird though, because Rachel had never seen him look so at home. "You guys feel free to use Finn's side if you need to, simply because it has more room."
"Okay before Kurt gives up more of my personal space for free usage. The house has seven bedrooms and eight bathrooms, so most will be sharing, Matt and Mike, you two can have your own room if you want to." Finn interrupted and everyone laughed when Kurt flipped him the bird. "I'll hurt you Kurt if I see that finger again. But anyways, in every room there is a silver speaker, it's connected tour in home intercom system. Feel free to use it if you want to, just don't use it for what Kurt does."
"What does Kurt use it for?" Quinn asked as they made their way to the large living room to sit down.
"To wake me up with Beyoncé or Lady GaGa." Finn replied, wrapping his arms around Rachel. Everyone laughed as Kurt pulled out a small remote and clicked it, starting music reverberating through the whole house.
"Okay, Finn is so tired he looks like he's going to die. Go to bed smart one." Kurt said as Finn's head fell back. Rachel laughed and stood up to let Finn get up, he stumbled as he walked to the archway.
"You coming Rachel?" he asked, his words starting to blend together with sleep. She smiled and shook her head.
"I'll be up in a bit." She answered, sitting back on the couch. He shrugged and slowly made his way up to his bathroom to shower. When he was finished he wrapped a towel around his waist and brushed his teeth. He left the bathroom and tugged on some shorts before collapsing onto the bed, after a few moments he grabbed his iPod and turned it on.
Meanwhile downstairs in the living room everyone was talking about everything and anything. Tina went to bed after about half an hour with Sophie. Rachel was really enjoying catching up with her old friends, she was really excited about going back to Lima in a few short weeks too.
At twelve everyone headed to their rooms for bed. Rachel walked upstairs and down a long corridor to Finn's room at the very end. She knocked before she walked in to see Finn asleep with his earphones in and his arms behind his head. Rachel smiled and grabbed her pj's before going to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Once she was done she walked out to Finn's room and climbed into bed. She was shocked when Finn rolled so he was holding himself above her a few minutes later. He leant down and captured her lips with his, he deepened it when she began to return it. After a few minutes they pulled away to breathe, Finn's lips never left her skin; moving to her neck. Rachel moaned quietly as he moved up to kiss her lips again. They stayed like this for ten minutes as Finn's hands slowly made their way down her sides, she shivered her hands moving to his hair.
"Finn! Some client is on the phone." Kurt's voice sounded from the intercom speaker above the bed. Finn groaned and rolled back onto his side, clicking the intercom.
"Tell them I'll call them tomorrow. It's one o-clock and I was sleeping Kurt." Finn replied, acting like he'd just been woken up; he gave Rachel a wink and a quick grin as Kurt apologized for waking him up. "This intercom ruins my life."
"Then turn it off." Rachel laughed as he fell against his pillows. "And go to sleep." He moved closer to her and pulled her body against his, his arms winding around her. "Goodnight Finn, love you."
"Well not as much as I love you, but that's okay." He said kissing her quickly. "Night Rach."
Enjoy guys :P Please review. Now I want to say this now, there will probably only be 5 more chapters of this story. I may do a follow up story too though so don't panic.