"Okay, okay, everyone calm down," Mercedes said into the mic. "It's that time, people." The crowd cheered and she nodded. "You know what time it is, you know." She squinted and looked into the crowd, her eyes landing on Rachel. "Rachel Berry, you get that cute little butt up here!"
Rachel laughed, looking at Finn. "Go," he told her, pushing her forward as the crowd parted to let her through.
She made her way to the stage, finally reaching it and hugging Mercedes. Finn was pretty sure the girlish scream that could be heard by the stage was actually Sam. The two women talked for a moment, and then Mercedes turned around and said something to the musicians.
"We're going to throw you some Rent," Mercedes told the crowd, which went wild. "I know, I know. You love it."
Finn wasn't sure what Rent was, but it sounded vaguely familiar. He pulled his phone out to record the song, planning on showing it to Kurt later if it was any good. When the music started, he was mildly uneasy. What would he say if it wasn't good? What if she was awful? Could he lie? Would Sam let him? Probably not. He suddenly wished that he was anywhere else.
When she started to sing, all those thoughts flew out of his head. Damn, she was good. He watched as she and Mercedes sang, realizing that even though he'd never heard the song it was now his favorite song in the world. If he could have taken his eyes off of her, he'd have found Sam drooling by the stage. He would have also probably realized that he was drooling a little himself.
By the time they got to the end, Finn had fallen in love all over again. He'd never seen this side of Rachel, and she blew him away. Her voice had hit him in the chest, taking his breath away. When the song was over, he realized that he was cheering with the crowd. Rachel smiled and looked out at him, winking.
Sam made his way over to Finn as they started another song, almost crashing into him. "Dude, she's amazing," he said.
Finn nodded, watching her. "I can't believe I've never heard her sing before."
"She's been holding out," Sam said. "You going to send it to Kurt?"
"Hell yeah," Finn said, looking down at his phone. He quickly sent the video to his brother before looking back up at Rachel. "I can't stop looking at her," he told Sam.
"Me either, man," Sam said, staring dreamily at Mercedes.
"You going to talk to Mercedes after the club closes?"
"Yeah. I need to go home and study, but it's Mercedes Jones, you know? How many opportunities am I going to get in my life to hang out with her?"
Finn shrugged. "You may get lucky."
"I'm already lucky," Sam told him seriously.
Finn knew the feeling. It was hard to believe that almost getting hit by a motorcycle had turned into the best thing that had ever happened to him. She sang a few more songs and then put her mic up, the crowd yelling for more. "Come on now, let her get back to her man, let the girl breathe," Mercedes was saying as Rachel walked off the stage.
Finn opened his arms when she got to him, hugging her tightly. "You're amazing."
She looked up at him. "You really think so?"
"You should already be on Broadway," he told her. "I can't believe how great you sound."
"Thank you," she told him, smiling widely. "I was worried you wouldn't like it."
"I was too," he told her honestly. She laughed and he shook his head. "I was going to light myself on fire as an excuse not to talk about it if you'd been bad."
"Good thing you liked it then," she said.
He nodded. "You saved my life."
"It's what I do."
"Yeah," he said, looking down at her, no longer teasing. "I think you probably do." He bent his head, kissing her.
Rachel moved into the kiss, her mouth opening under his, her tongue dancing with his as his arms wrapped tightly around her. He pushed her against the back wall, his hands toying with the hem of her shirt. She moaned, her nails digging into his arms.
"Get a room," Sam said, bumping into Finn and reminding him where they were.
"Shit, sorry," he said, pulling away from her.
"I know where there's a room," she told him, taking his hand and leading him through the club and behind the bar. Several people tried to stop her but she just smiled at them and kept moving. Finn followed, scared and more than a little turned on. This lady meant business.
She kept walking through a hallway, taking a right and opening a door. The room was full of crates and crowded; there was barely enough room for both of them in it.
After he'd closed the door behind him, she started to turn around but he stopped her by putting his hands on her hips and pulling her back. Rachel gasped, rolling her hips into his. His hands moved up her body, under her shirt, and cupped her breasts. She moaned as his large hands kneaded them, pushing the bra up and away from them. Keeping one hand on her breast, the other moved back down her stomach and dipped into the waistband of her jeans.
Rachel cried out softly as his finger slid along her wetness, sinking into her. Her hips moved against his hand as she laid her head back on his shoulder. Finn's lips found her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin.
Rachel felt like her entire body was being assaulted. Every nerve stood on end, her body shaking with need. As his finger moved her stomach clenched, waves of heat gathering in her loins. His teeth bit into her neck while his fingers pinched her nipple, sending her over the edge and causing her to scream out.
Finn's hand covered her mouth as his other unbuttoned her pants, pushing them down her legs. She felt him undoing his own pants behind her, her body still shuddering with her release. He walked her forward, leaning her over a stack of crates in front of them. The rough wood of the crates scratched again her chest, the feeling unimaginably arousing. She braced her hands against the crate as he roughly rammed into her, surprising her. She cried out behind his hand, closing her eyes as he pounded into her. His other hand reached around her, rubbing her as he moved.
Rachel's breaths turned to sobs, the pleasure every thrust brought bordering on pain. She couldn't breathe as she moved closer to the edge, pushing back into him desperately. He filled every inch of her, stretching her as he moved. Each thrust was harder than the last, with him pumping into her faster every time.
Her body tightened as her legs went out, her climax so intense she almost passed out. She shook wildly as she came, a strangled cry escaping her. She felt Finn move a few more times, groaning as he spilled into her.
"Don't let go of me," she said shakily, trying to catch her breath. "My legs won't hold me up."
"Are you okay?" he asked huskily, sliding out of her. "I'm sorry for being so rough…"
Rachel shook her head, leaning against the crates and still trying to catch her breath. "Rough is good," she told him. "Rough is very good."
Finn grinned behind her, the hand not holding her up running over her back. "You're sure?"
She nodded. "Very sure." She stood, her legs still shaking, and turned to look at him. "What was that about?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "I just needed you."
She nodded, bringing his face down to hers for a kiss. "I needed you too."
"Can you stand by yourself?" he asked.
Rachel nodded, leaning against the crates as he moved back to pull his pants up. He watched her as he did, his eyes roaming over her body. "You're beautiful," he told her. He bent, taking her jeans and pulling them up over her hips. When he'd finished with that he adjusted her bra, then put her shirt back down.
"Let's go to your dorm," she said.
"Really?"
She nodded. "You'll probably have to carry me to your room. You'll probably have to do most of the work. But I'm not done with you."
Finn grinned. "Sounds fair," he said, taking her hand and leading them out of the room. They left the club through the backdoor, hailing a cab.
Rachel sat in his lap as they rode, kissing his neck and jaw, ignoring the cabbie. Finn slid his hand up her leg, clenching his jaw as he kept himself from moving any higher. He wasn't going to give the cab driver a show, especially with Rachel as the star.
When they finally got to his dorm, Finn felt like he was going to explode. Rachel kept touching him, her tongue and teeth teasing him, her hands caressing him through his jeans. He kicked the door shut behind them, turning to grab her. "You're killing me," he told her, pulling her hips against his.
Rachel's eyes widened as she felt him, her breath catching in her throat. She pulled her shirt over her head and off, quickly getting rid of her bra. As he watched, she slid her jeans and underwear off, then kneeled in front of him. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, looking up to watch his face as she freed him. Finn gritted his teeth as her hand moved around him, his hips jerking forward.
Rachel licked the length of him, taking him into her mouth. Finn groaned, his hand catching in her hair as her tongue twirled against him and pushed himself deeper. She moaned and he felt the vibration throughout his body.
After a few moments he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her up and pushed her down on his bed, burying himself inside her. Rachel cried out, her body still sore from their previous lovemaking. He kissed her as he stopped moving, feeling her body clench around him.
Her hips lifted to meet his and he looked down into her eyes, his question clear. "Love me," she said, moving against him.
Finn nodded, holding himself up on his elbows and picking up the pace, pushing deeper inside her. Rachel closed her eyes, wrapping her legs around him as he moved, small sighs escaping her lips. His hand moved between them, touching her sensitive flesh as she arched against him, her nails digging into his back. She cried out his name, begging him to go faster. He did, trying to hold off his own release as her body shook under his. He felt her muscles begin to milk him a moment before she began to moan loudly, her hips gyrating crazily under him. As he felt her release he pushed into her harder, finding his own.
He rolled over on the bed, pulling her with him. She kissed him deeply, then kissed his jaw. "You done with me yet?" he asked, grinning crookedly.
"For now," she told him, laying her head on his shoulder. "But not for tonight."
"Promises, promises," he said, pulling the blanket over them.