DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ITS CHARACTERS
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10. Finn's Big Debut
"This is it, Rach, I'm actually starting! I'm the first string quarterback for the Jets!" Finn exclaims, jumping onto the bed.
"I'm so proud of you," She smiles.
Finn smirks and sits up to look at her, "How about we celebrate?"
She rolls her eyes, "You're such a charmer."
"You know me babe."
Finn places his hands on Rachel's hips, gently massaging the jean clad skin. She places her own hands on his shoulders and leans down to place a burning, passionate kiss on his lips, quickly moving to straddle his lap.
After getting into a comfortable make out session, the move things further. Finn's hands pull her shirt off of her and quickly take her bra off to relish in the feel of her breast in his hand. He can't believe how great his life is going. He's getting married to the most amazing girl on earth, he's been drafted into the NFL, and now he's getting his debut.
Rachel pushes him, causing him to fall onto his back on the bed. She tugs at his shirt and jeans until he's only in his underwear.
"How about we get you out of your pants," Finn grins up at her, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm treating you, Finn Hudson. You don't have a say," She teases and pulls back from him, wiggling the jeans off of her hips and climbing back on top of him.
"But I want a say," He argues, capturing her lips in a kiss.
"So you don't want me to ride you," She whispers, kissing his neck hotly. "Or allow you to watch me touch myself."
He lets out a loud groan, thrusting his hardness into her black panties. She smirks and kisses his lips again.
"That's what I thought."
She crawls off the bed and pulls out a condom, pulling down his boxers and pumping him a couple of times, causing him to throw his head back as the teasing pleasure coats his whole body. Before he has time to open his eyes and see what's happening, her heat plummets down on top of him and she starts riding him.
It's so totally awesome.
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"Good luck," Rachel stands on her tip toes to give Finn a passionate kiss.
"Thanks. I'll do fine as long as my good luck charm is there," He explains, kissing her again.
She grins, "Oh, and who is that?"
"Brandy, Sharron, Jillian-."
Rachel cuts him off with a slap to his arm and he chuckles.
"You know it's you. It's always been you. I love you," He turns to the door.
"I love you too. I promise I'll be there."
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He can't believe this.
Here he is, standing on the practice field in his practice uniform, warming up his arm and going over every play. There's a total of twenty eight plays that he has to know for tonight's specific game, each plan perfectly calculated so that the Jets would crash down the Dolphins.
He was ready to crash down the dolphins.
Luckily, Finn had always been good with dealing with pressure. After the whole Quinn lying to him about being pregnant thing, he grew a pair and really became a man. He mainly did so for Rachel because she's his life.
Now he's doing this for Rachel. Now they won't have to collect coupons from the newspaper, stay in for dates, and just get by with rent. Now that he's officially the first string quarterback for the New York Jets, they are free to live the life they always dreamt of.
And that is enough for him to get through this game as a winner.
"Hudson, I want you to focus now. Nothing else matters. This is football, man, this is football!" Coach screams at him, slapping his shoulder pads.
Finn nods his head and gets in his ready position.
"Down, set, HUT!"
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She can't believe this.
No, it's impossible. She had her premium ticket right there on the coffee table in the living room. Not her usual place to keep important things, but it was so easy to place while she and Finn did it on the couch.
And now she can't find it.
She searches the entire living room, kitchen, and their bedroom until she finally lands her eyes on the culprit.
"Roxy," She gasps, shaking her head and trying not to burst out into tears. "No, please tell me you didn't."
The little beagle looks up with dark eyes and barks twice before scampering off to a hiding spot.
And right where the dog had been lying is a shredded, slobbery ticket. One for the Jets. One with a bar code to use so she could get a fantastic seat and see Finn, her fiancé, officially start his football career.
"Shit," She curses, picking up the soggy material. "No, no, no."
She quickly gets up and goes online, trying to get a ticket but (of course) all the seats are taken. What is she going to do? Finn will be so upset that she wasn't there and what if they actually lost because she wasn't there? She knows how much Finn can get… distracted when he doesn't know what Rachel is doing or where she is.
The thought dawns across her slowly before she quickly retrieves her blue jersey, HUDSON #5 written in white.
She's out to find herself a scalper.
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"Fifty bucks? That's it?" Rachel asks, astonished.
"Yup. Don't go to Rafeno anymore. That man is a crook. You come to me, nice young white girl, and you've got a deal," The scalper explains with a convincing smile.
Rachel looks at the ticket closely. It looks like an exact match to the one she had… it must be real. Of course she won't be able to sit up close and see Finn so well… It's better than nothing.
"I'll take it."
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"She's not here. My fiancé isn't here yet," Finn paces back and forth with his game jersey now on, nervous.
Rachel was supposed to be here to calm him down. She was supposed to be here to kiss him and caress him and tell him everything is fine and that he's so ready for this…
But she's not.
He doesn't know if he should be mad or upset or not feel anything about it at all.
But mostly, he's worried.
He swears he won't play this game if she's not here. If she's not here then he has to go and make sure she's safe because if there's anything more important to him than his big debut, it's Rachel Berry.
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"W-What do you mean a fraudulent ticket? Let me in! My fiancé is Finn Hudson! He's starting for the Jets tonight," She explains to the security guard whom she gave her ticket stub to.
"Oh really? Because I've heard the same thing from all of those women too. Even from those guys!" The officer chuckles, pointing to a group of rejects.
She pouts and stomps her foot, "Do you see this ring? This is real. I am his fiancé. Let me in before I miss the damn game you big oaf!"
"Alright, little missy, now you're getting offensive," The guy states.
"Yeah, well you offended me a long time ago of accusing me of using a fake ticket! I'll have you know I got this ticket from a very trusting guy," She fights.
"A scalper?" The ticket master questions with a smirk. "Oh yeah, he's a very trusting guy!"
The couple of guys in security all laugh at Rachel, only increasing her fury.
"The ticket looked exactly like the one my dog had chewed up. The one my fiancé, Finn Hudson, gave to me. I need to see this game. This is his big debut!"
"Isn't that some old school trick? My dog ate my homework? Get lost, young girl."
Suddenly Rachel has an idea. She quickly pulls her phone out and shows the ticket master a photo of her and Finn together.
"So that could just be a look-a-like. Sorry, I can't let you in unless I have a valid ticked."
Sighing dejectedly, she walks over to the group of girls who were pouting as well. She kind of wanted to slap them all. Finn was her man. He hadn't even played majorly yet and these girls were already becoming hardcore fans?
She can hear the announcements start and she looks up to the forty two inch plasma screen TV that's placed in the hall.
"Good luck baby, good luck."
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"Bathroom break," The ticket master announces and he and security leave the bars after locking them. Rachel's eyes stray from the disastrous game to the entrance.
She could easily slide through that from underneath…
No, Rachel, that's totally illegal!
But she did tell them that she was Finn's fiancé and they laughed at her, not believing her whatsoever! Finn isn't going to be able to win this game unless she was in the stadium, watching him. He's not doing so well right now because he's worrying about her, she knows it. That of course is incredibly sweet and it makes her heart swell, but this is his career. It could be over within minutes.
Sometimes you've got to take the law into your own hands… and take advantage of it. Technically this gate isn't very secured considering there isn't anyone around…
She glances back up to the TV screen and watches Finn get sacked for the first time. Things are getting worse and she needs to do this. This is a life or death situation! Well, not exactly, but it's pretty darn close to it!
Looking around to make sure no one was watching, she quickly hops down and shimmy's underneath the bars, hitting her head a couple of times but making it to the other side successfully. As soon as she gets back on her feet, she looks around before running to the entrance.
The scent is overwhelming; beer, meat, and candy. It almost wants to make her barf and she totally would right now just to cause a scene. But there is something way more important right now. She gets out to the stadium and is mesmerized by the audience Finn has.
He is an actor just like she is.
She quickly hops down the stairs that are labeled as 'F-K' where she will be sitting in the front row. She finds an open spot immediately next to some beautiful women who are all wearing fancy dresses. She feels so out of place…
Sitting down in her seat she waits until the crowd quiets down before she can use her killer pipes for something very productive.
"Finny!"
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Finn was sucking it up. This wasn't a great way to start his first game. He'd be fired as soon as this was done. His eyes graze back to Rachel's seat and realizes she's still not here. What the hell is she up to?
She would never purposely miss his big game. No, she's too good to do something so mean and heartless.
That only means one thing; she's in trouble. He's already messed up by getting sacked. That's his first time getting sacked. The result of that was the Dolphins scoring a touchdown, which really sucks because he can totally tell that the Jets are getting mad at him, the rookie.
"Finny!"
A loud, very familiar voice yells out.
His head snaps over to where she is and a wide grin spreads on his face.
"Come on baby! You can do this!" She cheers, jumping up and down.
Finn tosses her a heart and an air kiss before jumping up and down over to his position.
He's officially ready to smack down the Dolphins.
He's officially ready to be the new star quarterback.
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"And the New York Jets win tonight's game, all because of new quarterback Finn Hudson. This is the first game in history that the Jets have won by so many points, almost enough to call mercy on the other team.
"Right now we have the pleasure of talking with the soon to be star," The reporter smiles and looks at Finn who can't stop smiling.
"Finn, how do you feel?"
"Amazing," Finn answers simply.
"You should, you have quite the talent. But what happened in the beginning? It was some sloppy playing and then this girl who was sitting in front row, who reportedly had to sneak in to get in the game, started cheering. Then you were on track again."
"That was my fiancé Rachel Berry. She's an actress on Broadway. Well, she will be soon. They're working on the show right now. Anyways, I don't know why she was late and I gave her a ticket to get in the game, so I don't know about the whole sneaking in thing. But Rachel's notorious for doing anything to get what she wants. I love her and I couldn't have pulled it together to win this game without her here," Finn smiles, wishing he could just escape this interview.
Unfortunately he spent another fifteen minutes talking with several reporters about his plays, how long he's been playing, blah, blah, blah. He wanted to go home and take his sweaty jersey and pads off, hop in the shower with Rachel, and celebrate.
Finally he made it out and he walked into the locker room which appeared to be cleared out already.
Until he gets to the row where his lockers are…
Rachel Berry sits on the bench in her Jets jersey and jeans, hair pulled back into a pony tail.
"Finny!" She exclaims. "You did such an amazing job tonight! I'm so proud of you, baby."
Finn smiles, dropping down to place a chaste kiss on her lips.
"Sorry babe, I'm all sweaty," Finn apologizes.
She shakes her head, "No, that's fine."
"So why is it that I heard you had to sneak into the stadium to watch the game?" He asks amusedly.
She looks at him with wide eyes.
"It's all Roxy's fault!"
"Did she eat your ticket?" He laughs loudly.
She nods her head, "Yeah, and then I went to a scalper and bought the same ticket, like it was probably an exact replica of mine, and the ticket master said it was fraudulent! He wouldn't believe that I was your fiancé, babe! And then you started to lose focus, so I had to get in somehow."
"How the hell did you get past security?" He asks in amazement.
"They went for a bathroom break and I might have slipped under the gate and ran in. Does it really matter? Other than it was a serious offence…"
"You saved the day, Rach," Finn smiles, holding her hand loosely as they walk to the car.
"Nah, you don't need me to get you through a game. You're just awesome by yourself."
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And there it is! Finn playing football. My friends and I were talking about scalpers and well, this came to mind, so I hope you enjoyed it very much so! PLEASE REVIEW! Next chapter will be a second part to this.