Rachel woke up well before Finn; she figured he'd been awake most of the night. His face had been the first thing she'd seen when she opened her eyes, and she was a bit scared at how perfect that had felt. She was 17 years old…she shouldn't be thinking about things like this. Should she?

She walked up the stairs and used the bathroom, brushing her teeth and washing her face. She looked tired. She grimaced when she noticed that the bruises on her face and body were changing into even more colors. Things get worse before they get better, right? The look on Finn's face when she's cried out for him to stop flashed through her mind. She couldn't believe she'd done that; she certainly hadn't meant to. She loved Finn and she wanted to be with him. It was just…when he'd pushed himself against her, it had reminded her of the attack.

Rachel frowned at herself in the mirror. She didn't want to be the girl that couldn't get over things. She didn't want to be the girl that let her attacker win. And she didn't want Finn to be the boy she took it all out on. Shaking her head, she walked into the kitchen. Carol had left a note telling them to both get some rest. Kurt had gotten up early to go to Blaine's (Rachel could barely believe that; maybe Kurt had been more affected by the recent attacks than he'd let on) and she and Burt were both working. She asked for Finn to please be careful…and to not eat all of the leftover meatloaf. Rachel smiled slightly to herself, wondering if she would have to leave notes like that to Finn for the rest of her life.

She stopped walking. Would she and Finn really be together for the rest of their lives? She sat down on the top step leading to his room and played out various scenarios of her life; they all had Finn in them. When she tried to imagine her life in New York without him, she couldn't. "Huh," she said out loud.

She walked down the steps and found him sprawled out over the bed. She chuckled quietly, not surprised that he'd completely taken over the bed in her absence. He looked so sweet, lying there. She hated the hard look he'd adopted recently. She didn't want Finn's life to be constant fighting; who could be happy like that? Besides Santana…

She sat on the edge of the bed, watching him sleep. When she'd thought he was going to fall her heart had literally stopped beating. She'd been afraid that she'd have nightmares last night, but she hadn't. Maybe subconsciously she'd known that Finn's arms were around her and she was safe.

She'd kept her eyes away from his bare chest, simply because when she looked at it it did funny things to her head. She touched his skin, shocked at how warm he always was. She ran her fingers lightly over his stomach, trailing them up his chest. He was such a beautiful man, but he didn't seem to realize it. This summer he'd worked hard and everything about him had become more defined. Sometimes when she'd look at him it was all she could do to not rip her own clothes off and beg him to take her.

Rachel giggled softly at her own thoughts. Finn would probably pass out if she did that. Before the attack, she'd decided that Finn was going to be "The One." She'd always known, but she'd finally made the official decision. She hadn't told him, of course, but he'd figure it out when it happened. She sighed as her thumb ran over his lips. He'd always been so patient and gentle with her, never pushing her to do anything she didn't want to. He was amazing.

Without thinking about what she was doing, Rachel leaned over and placed a kiss on his chest. When he didn't move, she smiled. Lightly kissing her way up his body, she made her way to his neck. "Rachel," he groaned, reaching for her.

"Shhh," she said, pushing his hands away. "Let me touch you."

Finn's eyes opened slightly and he watched as she straddled his hips, kissing his body. His arms came up but he put them behind his head, as if to keep from touching her. She knew he was afraid of scaring her and she felt bad all over again about what had happened last night.

"I love your chest," she told him, running her fingers over it. "It's beautiful." Finn just watched her with heavy lidded eyes. "I love this little trail of hair that goes down your stomach, too," she said, following it with her fingers. Finn sucked in a breath but otherwise remained motionless. Rachel leaned over and kissed his skin, her tongue darting out to taste it. Finn clenched his fists behind his head, his arms tensing.

Rachel's hands found his shoulders and she ran her hands along his arms, then back. "Such strong shoulders," she said softly. "They carry too much." She leaned over again, kissing first his left shoulder, then his right; she kissed along his collarbone and up his neck. "You know what I love about your neck?" she whispered in his ear.

"What?" he asked thickly.

Rachel's hand tangled in his hair and she looked down into his eyes. "Whenever I kiss it you get goosebumps all over your body," she told him, her eyes moving to his mouth.

"Rachel," he warned, holding himself rigidly still.

Rachel lowered her lips to his, kissing him hungrily, pulling gently at his bottom lip with her teeth. Finn groaned. "What are you doing to me?"

"Loving you," she told him quietly. She sat up, pulling her cami over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and Finn's hand came out from behind his head before he could stop them. Realizing what he was doing, he put them back.

Rachel laid down on top of him, gasping against his mouth at the feel of his bare chest against hers. His lips found hers and he kissed her deeply. Propping herself up with her hands at either side of his head, she looked at him. "Is this okay?"

Unable to speak, Finn nodded his head. Rachel kissed his neck again, her teeth scraping his ear lobe. Finn jerked instinctively, then forced his body to remain still. Rachel's tongue ran over his nipple, then down his stomach. Reaching the waistband of his pants, she rose long enough to pull them down.

"Rachel," he said hoarsely, "what-"

"Shhh," she told him again. She stared at his body, taking it all in. Being Rachel Berry, she'd of course looked up the male anatomy and what exactly went on during sexual intercourse. Nothing had prepared her for the warmth that coursed through her body at the sight of her boyfriend naked. Nothing she'd read had told her about the tension she'd feel, the need to touch him, the aching desire for him to touch her. Rachel touched him, softly, and was amazed at how soft he felt. Taking him in her hand, she was surprised when he jerked under her. She looked at him and found his eyes closed, his jaw clenched. "Does that hurt?"

Finn didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Doing neither, he shook his head. The feel of her mouth on him was almost too much. "Rachel," he cried, his hips involuntarily rising to meet her mouth. He could feel her smile against him and he opened his eyes to watch her. Holding her hair back with one hand, she used the other one to stroke him as she licked the length of him. He was going to die. He was sure of it. "Rachel, stop, please," he begged, terrified he was going to explode at any moment.

She looked at him, frowning. "Am I doing it wrong?" she asked him.

"No, God, no," he told her. "I just can't," he jerked again, "I just can't take much more of that."

"Oh," she said. She looked at him. "Can I see your hand?" she asked.

Confused, Finn brought his hand out from behind his head and gave it to her. "I love your hands," she told him, studying it. "They're so strong." She looked at him. "Will you touch me?"

Finn watched her. "You want me to?"

"Oh yes," she said, nodding. "So much."

Finn brought his other hand from behind his head. "Where do you want me to touch you?"

Rachel took his hands and placed them on her breasts. "Here," she said, leaning towards him. "Here's good."

Finn's hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples. "Like this?" he asked her.

Rachel nodded, distracted by the streaks of heat that were shooting through her body and pooling between her legs. She rocked against him and they both gasped. "And…there?" she asked him, biting her lower lip.

"Are you sure?" he asked her.

Rachel nodded. "I'm sure."

Finn put his hands on her thighs, his thumbs rubbing against the insides of them. "Why are you doing this, Rach?" he asked her huskily.

"I want you," she said simply. "I've always wanted you."

Finn's hands clenched on her thighs. "You know that you don't have to do this, right?"

"Finn," Rachel said, breathing hard as she rubbed herself against him again, "please shut up and touch me."

Finn smiled, shaking his head. She wouldn't have to tell him again. She rose up, awkwardly pulling her pajama shorts off. She wasn't wearing any underwear and his mind completely blanked out for a moment upon that discovery. She hadn't had underwear on this whole time? And God, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Her body was perfect.

Completely naked on top of him, Rachel knew she should have felt self conscious. The way Finn was looking at her, though…the way he was touching her…she knew he loved the way she looked. He rose up, catching her breast in his mouth and sucking slightly, his tongue moving around her nipple. Rachel moaned deeply, both hands in his hair. He moved to the other breast and she cried out as he bit her gently.

Finn's hand moved up her thigh, finding her wet core. Rachel shrieked as he rubbed her, her entire body tightening. He looked into her eyes as his fingers moved over her, smiling slightly when she closed her eyes and threw her head back. God, he loved her. Kissing her neck, he moved his finger inside her, marveling at how tight she was. Would he even fit?

Oh shit. "Rachel," he said, still moving his fingers against her. "I don't have a condom."

Rachel opened her eyes and looked at him, her breath falling out of her mouth in little gasps. "You don't need one," she told him. "I'm on the pill." She leaned her head down, shocking him when her tongue plunged into his mouth. Breaking the kiss off to moan, she looked at him. "Finn, I need," she gasped, her hips rocking against his hand. "Something more," she said, grinding herself against his hand. "Please," she begged, her hair falling into her face.

"Baby," he said, putting his hands on her hips, "are you sure?"

Rachel nodded, kissing him again. "I need you," she softly pleaded. "Please, Finn?"

He nodded, lifting her slightly. She sat on her knees as he positioned himself under her. "This will hurt, Rachel and I don't want to hurt you," he told her.

"I'm hurting now," she told him, looking into his eyes. "I need you," she said again.

He nudged himself against her opening, using his hand to ready her. He slid her down on him a little, stopping because he was sure his chest was going to explode. She was so wet and so tight…it was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. He was afraid he wasn't even going to make it all the way inside her before he came.

Rachel moaned, leaning over to kiss him wetly. She had never felt such an ache before, and she knew that she needed Finn inside her. She lowered herself on him a little more, feeling him stretch her. It hurt, but it felt good too. How crazy was that?

In one move, Finn pulled her down on him, unable to wait any longer. Rachel cried out in pain, putting her forehead against his. "I'm so sorry," he told her, kissing her tears. "I'm sorry, baby."

Rachel shook her head, the pain already subsiding. The feel of him inside her was more perfect than she'd ever imagined anything being. "Finn," she said against his lips, "love me."

Finn kissed her, his hand finding her center again. She tightened around him even more and he broke the kiss off, watching her. Rachel moved her hips against him, slowly at first. His hand against her caused waves of heat to flow through her and she found that when she moved the heat was magnified. The heat kept building and building. She said his name over and over, but she didn't realize she was doing it. Her body was searching for something. She moved faster on top of him, pressing her chest against his. A moan started from deep within her chest and she rolled her hips against his as the heat exploded inside her. Crying, she moved wildly on top of him, her whole body trembling with her release.

As she came around him, Finn let his own release happen. Wrapping his arms around Rachel and pulling her down on top of him, he pounded into her. His whole body was on fire as he came, calling her name.

Rachel laid on top of him, breathing hard. Finn held her tightly, and he could feel her heart beating against his chest. Their bodies, slick with sweat, started to get cold as the air conditioning in his room kicked on. With one arm, he grabbed the cover that had fallen to the side of the bed and pulled it over them.

"That was perfect," she said wonderingly. "I knew it was going to hurt, but I hadn't expected how good it would feel."

"I didn't either," he told her. She looked at him and he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her sweetly. "You're amazing," he told her quietly.

Rachel smiled against his lips. "This will probably have to go down as the greatest moment of my life," she told him.

"Mine too." He closed his eyes. Nothing, in the history of history, could have ever been as perfect as this moment. His arms tightened around her and he pulled her tightly to him, hugging her. "I love you," he told her.

Rachel realized she was crying again. Embarrassed, she buried her face against his neck. "What's wrong?" he asked her, rubbing her back.

"Nothing is wrong," she told him. "Everything is so right. It's scary."

Finn was silent and she finally looked up at him. "I've got you," he told her again with a smile. "And for the rest of my life I'm going to make sure everything is as right as it can be."

Rachel laughed. "Is that a way of saying you want to have lots of sex?"

Finn laughed loudly, surprised. "No," he told her after he'd stopped. "Although that's not a bad idea."

"I'm fine with it," she told him, smiling.

Finn groaned. "You couldn't be more perfect if you tried," he told her sincerely.

"Oh, I've tried," Rachel said. "It just didn't work out and I ended up being a crazy woman."

Finn rubbed her back. "I like your crazy," he told her.

Rachel smiled at him. "You have always sort of liked "Insane Rachel." I like that about you. You're a good man."

Finn sighed. "I don't ever want to leave this bed," he told her.

"We have to," she told him. "We have to go see Jacob."

"And Puck and I are going to see Karaofsky."

"Can I come too?" Rachel asked him, propping her head on his chest.

Finn shook his head. "I don't think it's a good idea."

Rachel blew her hair out of her eyes. "Fine. I'll stay at the hospital with Jacob."

Finn pushed her hair behind her ears. "It won't take long, I promise."

"Will you be careful?" she asked him. "You don't know for sure that Karofsky isn't a part of this."

"I'll be careful," he told her. "But you have to be careful too."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I'll be at the hospital. Of course I'll be fine."

"I hope Kurt doesn't decide to come down here," Finn said, remembering for the first time that they were in his house and that his family members could come in at any time.

"They're all gone," Rachel told him, putting her head back on his chest. "Kurt went to Blaine's."

"I wish he'd talked to me before he'd left," Finn said. He looked down at Rachel, naked under his blanket. "Never mind," he said, grinning.

Rachel laughed and kissed him.