Blame Ryan Murphy for the lack of updates... I am devastated, so I was not in the mood to translate the fic into english. Sorry!

Hope you enjoy it!


It had become a ritual for Rachel and Finn having breakfast together before he left for tests and she for her classes or activities with the choir. Even after the Day of Noah's visit and the their kiss, they were confortable around each other, relaxed. If anyone was around, the person could even say that they acted like a couple, helping the other, being caring, loving, fun, getting out only the part of mouth kissing and sex.

In the morning, the one who came last in the kitchen always greeted the other with a hug full of meaning or a kiss on the cheek full of intimacy. During conversations, there was often a change of look, sometimes shy and sometimes more malicious grins, giggles and even a few winks, the latter always from him, and always at the end of the conversation, when he would go away, back to the room to get dressed and face the day.

It was Monday and three days before Finn's debut. He woke up in a great mood and also missing Rachel because he had not seen her throughout the weekend, which was full of endless rehearsals, while hers had been spent in pure laziness.

"Good morning!" He said, excited to see her already in the kitchen.

She was beautiful, with a long white silk robe, tied at the waist, slightly scoring his body, her hair tied carelessly in a bun, leaving loose threads and her neck exposed, in a way that he could only consider inviting. When he arrived, she was doing muffins for him.

It was another habit she had acquired, cook for him. Made breads, cakes, cookies, simple and sophisticated dishes, desserts, everything. She said that it was an almost therapeutic activity, but deep down, she did it because she wanted to please, wanted to connect with him somehow. It was like in a mexican movie she had seen once called "Como Água para Chocolate," in which the protagonist used the food to convey feelings and sensations experienced, especially at the man who was her forbidden love.

Not that she and Finn had a forbidden love, but the desire she had felt for him and that she could no longer deny to herself, was something that should not be part of the equation, that complicated everything. So instead of throwing herself into his arms, of asking him to kiss her again, like in the night of their dinner with Noah, of touching every part of his body, asking to be touched, she offered him the taste of food, as a source of pleasure.

"Morning, Finny!" She replied, without turning around, because she had not accomplished her task yet.

Then, without any hesitation, he hugged her from behind, kissing her neck.

"The smell is wonderful! As always." He said and only then he released her.

The wonderful smell to which he referred, that invaded his nostrils and hypnotized him, was not only from the delights she prepared, which that morning was a perfect blend of vanilla and chocolate in muffins. It was also the even more perfect aroma of flowers and fruits of Rachel's perfume.

"It will take a while to get ready." She spoke, going to put the muffins in the oven, while he was seating in a stool near the countertop. "You woke up early today."

"I am so excited! I think I'm not going to get much sleep this week." He laughed and she looked at him, smiling. "I haven't shown myself to an audience for so long! I am anxious, nervous."

"You don't need to. I'm sure I'll be great." She opened the refrigerator and took her usual fruits and some kind of soy yogurt. "I need to go to the market." She added wearily. "Several things are ending. I think I can't handle with this apartment by myself and only a charwoman is not really enough."

"It's not that you lack money to have employees, is it, Rachel?" He interrupted her.

"Of course not... that's not the problem. I dismissed everyone because we sleep in separate rooms and it would be suspicious."

"Yeah ... but new employees won't know your parents... it will be no problem."

"You're right. I'll see it." She sat beside him and began to mix the fruit, yogurt and cereal in a bowl. "Is Noah going to your premiere?"

His facial expression changed immediately and he was silent.

"Finn, Noah is my friend ... and YOUR friend. You don't need to be all annoyed every time I talk about him, ok?"

"No... it's just that I don't want..."

"I promised you, Finn." She said, half-annoyed. "He will not even suspect that we're not a real couple... married, in love and very happy." She assured him, now in a gentle tone, smiling and quickly touching his hand, which was resting on the counter.

"Great. It's better this way. And yes... he is going to the premiere. He and Jesse are my best friends here in NY."

"How did you two meet? I guess you didn't tell me."

"No." He answered. How would he and Noah talk about that, if she and his friend wouldn't stop laughing and playing and joking about their adolescence? "We met when the agency moved Puck from LA to NY, and I had just arrived in town too. Both of us needed a place to live, paying little, and they suggested that we share an apartament."

"Did you work for the agency too?" She was curious.

"Yep. I was a model." He said nonchalant. "Don't you think my muffins are ready?"

"You were a model? Wow!" She stood up, taking off the muffins from the oven and putting two of them on a plate. He liked them still hot.

"No big deal... I got here and..."

Finn talked about the time when he was a model, which yielded little money and lots of headaches, but after much persuasion from Rachel, he promised to show her some photos he had, one day. He ate four wonderful muffins, drank some juice that she had done before he wake up, then both went to deal with their own lives. They had plenty to do and unfortunately could not stay for chat, which they enjoyed a lot. Every day more!

The night of the premiere came quickly and Finn, even nervous, got to have a really wonderfull performance, worthy of many good critics and Rachel's admiration and pride. She watched the play with Noah, Jesse and Sebastian, observed by the last two, who were increasingly suspicious of her behavior. They didn't know if it was just to disguise and convince Puck, that she praised her husband so much.

All of them met backstage to go to the party. Rachel wore a short red dress, cut low, which made her breathtaking, very sexy, but not vulgar. Her makeup was subtle and the hair was pulled back in a braid aside. Finn was awestruck, watching her, when Jesse, calling everyone to the exit, passed him and muttered a "be careful not to drool."

Drawn from his momentary trance, he went to her, taking her hand and declaring that she was truly beautifull, what made her happy and embarrassed at the same time.

As Rachel had promised him, Puck would never suspect they weren't married. Not with her behavior at the party that night. She sat very close to him, touched him all the time, talking in his ear often, held his hand, gave him glances and smiles.

The strange thing was that, when she talked to him in the ear, it was not to say something like "I'm talking to dissemble. Pretend you're laughing" and such. They were really things that a woman would speak in the ear of a man, as "you were wonderful today, I'm proud of you", "you smell so good" or "you can kiss me if you want to."

All though the latter could be an authorization for him to take the pretense further, giving more accuracy to the action of faking a happy marriage and convincing everyone, once and for all. Still, the tone of her voice, her nose touching him as she spoke, gave another impression. It gave the impression that she was not worried (not now) in rebuking the desire he knew she felt for him, which had become clear, nights before.

He kissed her, of course. Because, yes, he wanted to. And also because it was a good feeling to know that those present at the party, starting with Puck, the ex, her first boyfriend, would thought she was his. She was not Rachel Berry, or babe-berry, but Rachel Hudson, Rachel was HIS.

The kiss was peaceful, slow, tongues not fighting for dominance, only tasting each other. He held her face and had his other hand on her knee. She had hers on his neck, one of them playing with the hair on his nape. When the kiss ended, they both smiled, he caressed her face and they continued with the same attitude as before, leaning on each other while chatting with friends.

While pretending to be distracted by random subjects, both had similar thoughts on their situation.

It was good or bad that they were at a party, surrounded by people?

Would this calm the desire within them? Would each go to its own room, when they got to the apartment, as in all the other nights? Or, after that kiss, would they have many others and finally consummate their marriage?