Howdy all my fabulous readers! Here is the final part in the Halloween series. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to review and comment! I was asked about dates. I will try and put a month at the top of each of the future scenes as some might be out of order. Thanks to everyone for reading and alerting. I can't thank you all enough!

Jann and Ali, as always, you both are amazing. Thanks for all the input and help with this chapter. I couldn't ask for better betas!

Disclaimer: Don't own Glee, that hasn't changed.

Rated: M (Yes they have started with the M ratings lol)

Halloween Kisses – Part 3

"Please Kurt—I'll do anything. Just please, please cover for me," Finn begged; he'd dragged Kurt outside to the now-empty sidewalk when Rachel had gone off with Tina to the bathroom just for begging purposes.

"…anything, huh?" Kurt asked with pursed lips.

"Yes, yes I swear I'll do anything," Finn said, frantically grabbing Kurt by the shoulders. "Just say you'll cover for me."

Kurt peeled his brother's fingers off his shoulders and snorted. "So you're planning on deflowering Rachel this evening, are you?"

Finn scrunched his nose in response. "No, we're gonna…" He leaned forward and lowered his voice. "…have sex; nothing to do with gardening."

Kurt covered his mouth to hide his horrified laughter. "I…I don't even know how to address that statement, but I don't really think…"

"No, look: this is it. Didn't you see her out there? She and I are finally in same the place. She wants me as much as I want her." Finn glanced back towards the club door, his body reacting to the memory of her grinding against him. Kurt sighed and snapped his fingers in front of Finn's glazed eyes to regain his attention. "Wha?"

"I did see her; and while it is obvious to anyone who saw you two together that she physically desires you, she is also slightly inebriated, so…"

"She isn't drunk, Kurt. I would never take advantage of her…ever," Finn said coldly, not liking where Kurt was going.

"I am not saying she is, nor am I suggesting you would. I am simply pointing out the obvious. Do you honestly think she would be so forward with you if she were in the right frame of mind?" Kurt asked, crossing his arms defensively.

"Yes…we love each other," Finn replied simply, only one eye on the conversation as he continued scanning the door for Rachel.

"I wholeheartedly agree with you. Let me just ask you, only for argument's sake of course; do you think she wants to look back on her first time—not just her first time with you but her first time—and know it wasn't how she dreamed? Plus knowing it resulted from a few shots of tequila and over-active hormones?" Kurt argued, hoping to get through to Finn, and knowing deep down they would both regret such a rash decision.

"Whatever; I'm not asking for your opinion. Just tell me if you'll cover for me," Finn said hotly.

"Yes, I will cover for you," Kurt replied softly. When Finn nodded and walked towards the door, Kurt added the last thing he hoped to convey. "Hopefully she will have better memories of her first time than you did."

Finn paused and let out a ragged sigh. "In my mind, this will be my first time."

"I won't tell you what to do, but I know you. You aren't that guy, Finn."

Finn spun around to face his step-brother. "And what guy is that? The guy who wants to be with his girlfriend in every way? The guy who knows the girl, who he loves more than anything in the world, has one foot out the door so he's taking every opportunity to be with her?" Kurt just shook his head sadly.

"No; you are the guy who loves his girlfriend more than anything in the world, the guy who is willing to let her go because you want what is best for her, and the guy who wants her first time to be memorable and special. So you will regret this, Finn. You'll feel guilty for taking her virginity now, even if she says she wants it—and I'm sure she will say it over and over; the guilt will eat you alive. It will fester and invade every aspect of your relationship so in the end, you won't have anything. Is that what you want?"

Finn opened his mouth to refute Kurt's argument, but Rachel emerged from the club, stumbling slightly on her heels as she nearly ran into his arms.

"Hey," she said softly, before wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled him towards her for a soft, lingering kiss. "Ready to go?" she mumbled against his lips. Finn looked over at his brother's disappointed expression, but he couldn't ignore how right she felt in his arms.

"Yea, let's go," he replied, giving her another soft kiss before wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "Thanks Kurt." Kurt smiled tightly, but gave him a nod in response. As they headed down the sidewalk Rachel glanced over her shoulder and gave Kurt a giddy smile, then leaned against her boyfriend.

Once they got out into the wide open a little, there was less traffic and no little kids around. They seemed to be thinking the same thing about using the stoplights as time to make out. They did that sometimes even just around home, but everything was more tonight. The first light was a brush of hands, and a kiss on the cheek—the second light was the same. The fourth light brought her tongue in his ear. By the fifth light, he was begging.

"Babe, the…the light…I…" He groaned as she continued to nip at his neck while her hands slid and further up his thigh, now after the sixth light resting dangerously close to his already painfully hard erection.

"Sorry, I'll behave," she said softly as she slid, keeping her hand resting on his thigh. He gave her a warning yet teasing look as she'd said and done the same thing every time they hit a red light—so yeah, he was going on like his fifth time hearing this now and he wasn't any closer to believing her; and he was nowhere making the same promise to her because he knew it was a lie.

The eighth light was his turn to misbehave; if it weren't for the blaring horn sounding behind them, he had no clue how far things might have gotten. He had grabbed the back of her neck and nearly dragged her across the bench seat to slam his mouth against hers. She immediately pressed her body against his and slid her tongue in his mouth on his involuntarily moan. She met his frantic and desperate touches with her own as she wrapped one hand around his wrist to guide his hand under the hem of her skirt. It had already risen up her thigh, exposing the hint of a panty line anyway. Her other hand gripped tightly onto his shirt.

By the light around the corner from her house, he was missing his jacket, she was missing her cape, her neck was covered with purplish (if that was even a word) patches and he was pretty sure both of his ears had lost their virginity to her tongue—like a few times over. He totally wasn't complaining. And that was light number seventeen for those keeping track at home.

As soon as the car pulled into her driveway, she was straddling his lap with her dress hiked up to her waist. He had one hand gipping the wheel while the other caressed her ass. His foot was planted firmly on the brake but more than once had threatened to slip off, which would not have been good.

"Babe, house…now," he stammered, but when her mouth and tongue trailed from his neck to ear, all rational thought was lost; he tossed his head back against the cushioned seat. She traced the shell of his ear with her tongue, sucking gently on his earlobe and then letting her hot breath fan against his skin. However, when her fingers brushed against his buckle, he quickly grabbed her hand and forced her to stop.

"What's wrong?" She breathed, her eyes glazed and unfocused. He shook his head and grabbed the back of hers, dragging her mouth back for a fast but hard kiss. It left her gasping, blindly searching for his again, and then he quickly brought his lips to her ear.

"Inside."

He scooted her off his lap in one swift motion, slammed the truck into park, and yanked the keys out of the ignition. By the time he made his way around the truck, Rachel had the door open and her legs dangling over the seat. She parted her legs so he could stand between them. His hands immediately rested on her upper thighs, his thumbs brushing against the elastic panty line.

"Help me down?" She asked as she wrapped her legs around him, locking him in place. He closed his eyes and began counting down from ten through gritted teeth. She whimpered when his finger dug into her flesh and, if she hadn't tightened legs around him to press him against her more, he thought he might have hurt her. That was when he felt this last of his self-restraint snap. He shook his head and unlocked her legs from his back, trying not to imagine how fucking awesome it would be if she was wearing nothing but the boots while he drove himself in her. Before she could ask him what he was doing, he lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder, kicking the truck door shut with his foot.

When they reached the back door to the basement, he lowered Rachel to the ground and, once again, found himself gritting his teeth as she gripped onto his shoulders and languidly slid her body down the length of his until her heels hit the ground.

"You're killing me. You know that right?" He growled as she stepped away from him and fumbled in her purse for the key. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and offered him a teasing smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing. He grabbed the key from her hands and reached around her, ignoring how she fit perfectly against him, then ushered them inside. She had his shirt off within a matter of seconds and he had quickly figured out how to untie her corset, sliding his hands underneath to cup her breasts. Their mouths never left one another's except for the momentary gasps for air as he walked them backwards towards the couch. Her fingers daftly undid his jeans; before she could touch him, he froze to tear his lips from hers and stare at her, panic stricken.

"Rach…we…I…didn't…condom…shit."

Rachel let out a deep breath and he watched as her eyes glittered and her lips curved into the sexiest smile he had ever seen. "You mean one of these?" She asked as she toyed with a silver foiled package and tugged him back by his jeans. He totally went willingly 'cause if she had a condom, it meant she planned this whole thing so she totally wanted to have sex and Kurt didn't have a fuckin' clue what he was talkin' about.

She helped him shrug off his jeans and, after kicking them aside, he carefully lowered their bodies onto the couch. He rested most of his weight on one arm and tried adjusting (since his legs sorta made it on the couch). It was uncomfortable as hell—and so tiny—but when she bent one of her boot-covered legs and propped it on the back of the couch to make room for him, he totally thought he was gonna lose it. There was his girlfriend, holding a fucking condom, her legs like totally spread open, showing him the hottest pair of red underwear ever. He wasn't gonna make it past 3rd base without cumming.

"You…fuck, red?" He squeaked out, barely able to breathe 'cause his heart was pounding so hard. They had been screwing around in his truck, but he hadn't actually seen her underwear and there was no way porn would ever do it for him again. All he had to do was close his eyes and he'd probably be able to get off with just one memory and one touch.

She smirked and the crooked her finger at him, then wrapped her other leg around his back. Yea, tiny or not—it totally wouldn't have mattered if they were on a fuckin' cot. Wait... they make those? Is that like a sex swing? She wrapped one of her small hands around the back of his neck, dragging him back towards her. Their mouths met and hers ran across his bottom lip gently before tugging it between her teeth. He wasn't sure if he moaned or she did, but as soon as their lips parted their tongues were immediately exploring each other. She arched and writhed beneath him, her thigh rubbed against his bare torso and he honestly thought if he died right now, he'd die totally happy (frustrated but happy.)

"Condom? How?" She said shakily, then wrapped the other leg around him to press her lower-body tighter against him. He couldn't stop the momentum if he tried. He felt her heat and dampness seeping from her body and his responded instinctively by rocking against hers. She let out the sexiest sigh he had ever heard as her head fell back against the couch arm. His lips and tongue worked their way along her neck before he sat up and frantically pulled the final laces of the corset apart; he needed to feel every inch of her against him. When the material finally loosened enough, he pushed the fabric apart with his palms, running his hands over her chest, mesmerized at how her body completely molded and reacted to his touch.

"God, you are so freakin' beautiful." He watched her body flush at his words and she arched upwards, pressing her breasts further into his hands.

"I knew…I…" She sighed, her voice trailing off when one of his hands slowly trailed down her abdomen.

"Knew what?" He asked, sliding his other hand up her thigh and brushing against her cloth covered mound, pressing him palm harder when she rocked against him.

"Th…at…that…it would…be like this…that…Oh…I…" He paused and stopped all movement, watching her closely. "Wh…at?"

He really didn't want to ask, but that stupid voice (the one who said to make sure) kept nagging.

"What is it?" He said shakily as she shifted slightly beneath him.

"I'm not sure; what are you asking me?"

He sat up and rubbed his hand down his face. "Where did you get the condom?"

She sat up and held her top closed; he knew she was confused and felt totally exposed. "I don't know what that has to do with anything, but I got it from Tina."

He nodded in response. "So, did…did you plan on us having sex tonight? Because earlier you said…and I wanted to…" he said, fumbling over his own words. He was hard, frustrated, and now confusing the hell out of her.

"No, I mean it wasn't planned, but I thought…don't you want me?" She asked and he could hear her voice trembling.

"Oh God, yes, Rach you have NO idea how much I want you, but I want to be sure…I NEED to be sure this is what you really want." He replied, turning so he could push the hair back from her face to search for any sign of uncertainty.

"Yes, this is what I really want. It wasn't how I planned, but I want to be with you." He swallowed hard and pressed his lips back to hers. He lowered them back onto the couch with a ragged breath. He knew something had changed; the air wasn't charged the same way and something wasn't quite right. Then she said something that turned his world completely upside-down and inside-out.

"I…I want us to make love. I want you to make love to me."

…do you think she wants to look back on her first time—not just her first time with you but her first time—and know it wasn't how she dreamed? Plus knowing it resulted from a few shots of tequila and over-active hormones?

"Goddammit, Kurt," Finn groaned and pushed back off of her.

"Wh…why…why are you thinking about Kurt when we are about to…" Rachel stammered, scrambling back up into a sitting position. "Do…Oh God, are you…" He raised an eyebrow and gave her an 'are you serious?' look. "I just…you don't…"

Finn shook his head and let out a broken sigh. "Kurt and I talked before…before you came out of the club and he…he said stuff and I didn't wanna listen, cause you were so hot on the dance floor and I totally wanted this to happen, but…but, babe he was right…fuck…" Finn stammered and jumped off the couch when she reached for him. "Don't…"

She pulled her hand back quickly as if he had burned her. "You…you don't want me to touch you now? What the hell did Kurt say to you?" She asked and he could tell she was not only hurt, but angry as well.

"He said your first time should be special. It should be amazing for you because…because he said you should be able to remember it and not feel bad or regret it like I do mine."

"I could never regret being with you. Yes, it isn't how I planned, but I want you. It's like my entire body is on fire when you touch me. Don't you feel that intensity and heat?" She asked her, voice softening as she approached him. He swallowed hard and slowly backed away. He knew the determined look in her eyes.

"Of course I feel it, but do you really wanna say our first time was on your basement couch after you had been drinking? Rach, this wouldn't be making love, this would be a quickie 'cause we can't keep our hands off each other."

When she stopped he let out a sigh of relief. He had gotten through to her, or that is what he thought until she actually spoke. "Finn, we could have sex in a broom closet with people waiting outside listening and we would be making love, because it's you and me," she replied. He got caught up in the idea of doing it in a broom closet with people listening…'cause that was kinda hot; maybe another ti…

Fuck.

"Rach, what are you doing?" He finally asked when he snapped out of his fantasy-induced coma; she was just a few inches from him, giving him a look that made him want to throw her onto the floor and screw her senseless. Again, this was the reason he was being the good guy.

"This," was her one word reply before she literally dropped her clothes on the floor and fuck, he had to get away…he…no fucking way could he not have sex with her standing in nothing but her red fucking panties and those black fuck me boots…she was walking sex and from the look in her eyes, totally knew it. Maybe tequila wasn't such a bad thing…no, no, first time…romantic…tears, flowers…fuck the fact she was twirling her finger in her hair and biting her lip, so not…no…

"FINN!...Finn, you can't hide in the bathroom! This is ridiculous!" Rachel shouted and pounded on the door.

"Rach, I can't…I can't be near you when you're naked and not want to have sex with you," he sighed as he rested his head against the wooden door.

"So we both want the same thing, so just open the door," she said softly. She tried turning the handle, not at all happy with the empty clicking sound it made.

"You're right, we both want the same thing and this…this might be awesome for a few minutes, but we'll both regret it."

"You'd…you'd regret being with me?" She asked; he hated the raw hurt in her voice.

"Rach, please…just put some clothes on and we can talk face-to-face," he pleaded. He heard the heels of her boots, those fucking amazing boots, the ones that had totally been pressed against his back and shit…why was he doing this again?

"Fine, I'm wearing clothes. Will you come out now so we can deal with this?" He let out a deep breath and slowly opened the bathroom, door peeking cautiously through the crack.

"Rach?" He called out, his eyes adjusting to the dark room

"I'm here. Now are you ready to talk?" She asked and he nearly swallowed his tongue once he saw her.

"Rach…tha…that…isn't what I meant!" He choked out, heading back to the bathroom.

"You weren't specific on my choice of attire!" She shouted as he slammed the door shut.

"MY SHIRT AND YOUR BOOTS DON'T COUNT AS CLOTHING!" He sat down on the cold tile with his back pressed up against the door.

"Finn?" She begged. "Finn, please open the door. I promise, I…I won't try anything…when did I become the guy in this relationship?" She added with a humorless laugh. He heard her slide down the door so they were mirroring positions. "Tell me why. Why don't you want to be with me?"

"Want you? Baby, wanting you isn't the problem." He slipped his hand under the door in the crack above the tile, letting his fingers peek out so she knew he was right there.

"Then why?" She asked softly, her finger brushing against his.

"Rach, when you thought about your first time, what was the first thing you thought about?" He heard her let out a shaky breath.

"You," she said simply and he had to laugh a little.

"No, I mean…"

"I know what you meant. I just…it doesn't have to be how I dreamed it. It just has to be you and me. It always was about you and me, you know?" She replied and his fingers moved over the tips of hers in comfort.

"No, it doesn't have to be, but it should be. It should be for both of us. I want to be able to think back and know it was perfect and planned. I want it to be epically romantic for you—not me screwing you on the couch."

He heard her suck in a ragged breath. "You don't have to make it sound so…"

"So what? So dirty? 'Cause babe, as much as we love each other…what was about to happen wasn't gonna be some magical thing to write a fairytale about. It was gonna be fast and probably rough and honestly, I would have regretted it the second you started crying 'cause it hurt."

"You wouldn't have been rough and I know you wouldn't have hurt me."

"Not on purpose. I'd never try and hurt you, but…you have to know it hurts the first time for a girl and I don't know about you, but I was barely able to even control myself which is why…"

"Why you locked yourself in my bathroom?" She replied sadly, suddenly realizing his fingers weren't touching hers anymore. She scrambled to her feet when she heard the door unlock.

"My first time was awful and I want to take it back. You have no freakin' idea how much I wish I could change history, but I can't and Kurt was right: I don't want that for you."

"I wish…" She whispered, looking at her bare feet.

"Yea, I wish, too," he replied softly before pulling her into his arms. "So I'm gonna make sure your first time is the best for both of us. You just give me a day and we'll do it right…the way it should be…okay?"

"I think I can do that," she whispered as she snuggled further against his chest. Even if they didn't make love or have sex that night…she could safely say she'd never felt safer or more loved—which was also just the way it should be.

A/N - Thanks for reading!