I'm kind of nervous about this chapter. Because of reasons. I'm not sure I the end works but I think it does and I'm just going to go with my gut. Or something. Also, there is a lemon in this chapter. During Finn's portion...please don't kill me.
I wish I owned Glee, I don't. This season would have never happened. And I mean that lovingly. And to be honest, Mercedes and Sam would so be happening.
Chapter Twelve:: Dig
Rachel
"I came here to apologize. Obviously you're a much bigger star than I had previously assumed."
Rachel felt her mouth drop open in irritation as Jesse St. James flashed her a blindingly white grin. Anger surged up her spine and she felt herself straighten.
"Jesse, go play in traffic. I'm not interested in your fake apologies or overly styled hair."
"I take offense to that, my hair is perfect. Besides, you need me. Your little play has gotten some media attention. If you want to make it something real then you'll need me."
"I need you like I need an aneurism." Rachel groped in her bag for her pepper spray, anxious to get away from his snide smirk.
"We were good together, Rachel. I'll admit that your dwindling fame had me worried but now that you've refocused yourself and made actual advancements in your career, my interest is piqued."
"I feel that I owe you a warning, if you don't leave my doorway, I'm going to mace you. And while your orange tinted body writhes on the floor, I'll step over you and sleep peacefully in my bed." Rachel's fingers tightened around her hot pink pepper spray in warning, inwardly grinning as Jesse cautiously stepped back.
"I see that you've made no significant advancements in your maturity. Quinn told me about your failed marriage. Really, Rachel? A trashy Vegas wedding? My God, what would your dad's think?"
"They would have loved Finn. They always hated you." Rachel steeled herself and felt her fists clench tightly. Trash talking her was one thing, her dads were completely off limits.
"I suppose it suits you, really. Trashy. A Britney Spears-eque fall from grace without any actual grace." Jesse grinned at Rachel arrogantly and Rachel felt herself grow nauseated at the thought that she had once cried about his departure. His hazel eyes shimmered malevolently and raked down her body with sickening slowness.
"Jesse, leave now. You belittled me, you spent every moment critiquing me, and making me feel like I was never enough. Then you slept with Quinn behind my back and then she dumped you like trash. I read the reviews to your last show, Jesse, and they were deplorable. 'St. James disappoints in the role of Phantom- hacking his way though mysterious melodies.' And another thing, my marriage might not have worked out but Finn was twice the man that you are." With that, Rachel did the only thing that she could do- she punched him in the face as hard as she could.
"You fucking bitch, my NOSE! I have a casting call in two days." Jesse bellowed in anguish, sinking to the floor, as Rachel calmly stepped around him and opened the door to her apartment.
"Oh Jesse? You have two minutes to vacate my doorstep or I'll be calling the police."
-LTN-
"I punched him."
"Ohmygod, you did NOT!"
"Kurt, I swear. I think I broke his nose, I know my knuckles hurt enough." Rachel shifted the phone on her shoulder as she pressed the cold compact a bit harder on her knuckles. She sifted through the mail on her countertop, grinning at the picture of Evvie Rogue Evans with her two beaming parents. A pang of homesickness hit her as stared at the smiling faces of Mercedes and Sam. And Finn, her mind whispered, You miss Finn too.
"Well look at you Xena, Warrior Princess. Looks like those self-defense classes we took with Santana really paid off! Blaine- get this, Rachel punched Jesse St. James!"
Rachel rolled her eyes as Blaine's muffled 'you go girl' was heard through the phone.
"So, how do you feel?"
"Strangely empowered. I hit Quinn and Jesse. I'm a bad ass." Laughing quietly, Rachel stilled when she heard a knock at the door.
"Well, you are a bad ass. Single-handedly running West Side Story- without me. You're mixing everything up! But I like it. Very take charge Scarlett O'Hara." When the knock sounded again, this time more timidly, Rachel jumped up and headed towards her wallet.
"Kurt, I've gotta go. My Tofu takeaway just got here! Love you guys!"
"Alright Million Dollar Baby, Love you! Mean it!"
Padding to the door, Rachel threw open the door and reached for the twenty she had in her wallet.
"So how much do I owe you?"
"Owe me?"
"Yes, for the tofu scra—" Rachel's voice died in her throat as she looked up and into the honey colored eyes of Finn Hudson.
Finn
"Get up."
Finn cracked an eye as he peered up at Sam's stern face.
"Get up. You smell like ass and I wanted to say…well, sorry. 'Cedes laid into me about losing my cool with you and I wanted to make sure you weren't hanging by your shower curtain." Sam ran an exasperated hand through his blonde hair and eyed Finn's disheveled appearance warily.
"Are you kidding me? Kurt would kill me. Those curtains are Ralph Lauren." Finn sat up from his position on the couch and rubbed a tired hand over his face.
"I just needed time to think about what you said. And I went to talk to Quinn. Now, I'm going to get Rachel back." Watching Sam's shoulders tense, Finn narrowed his eyes.
"What? What was with the shoulders?"
"Nothing, man. Are you sure you want to get into that again?" Sam's blue eyes met Finn's hazel ones with a quizzical expression.
"She's my wife, man. I have to go get her." As hard as Finn tried, he couldn't keep the defensive note out of his voice.
"Look, 'Cedes talked to her. She's doing ok in New York. She's finally going outside and not crying every time she hears your name. Maybe you should just let her move on."
"Would you let Mercedes just 'move on'?" Finn felt angry tension surge through his body. Who was Sam to tell him how to work his marriage?
"Mercedes and I got to know each other before getting married, jack ass. And I'll tell you something else, Rachel is good people. She's like Kaylee on Firefly. Sweet, enthusiastic, loveable. She doesn't deserve someone who won't do whatever it takes to be with her. Plus, with your nasty beard and Doritos breath, I doubt she'll let you within forty yards of her."
"Well, I'll have you know, I have a ticket on the 4 pm flight to New York today. I'm gonna get her back, dude. I'm willing to do whatever it takes."
Sam grinned and slapped Finn on the shoulder, "Welcome back to the world of the living. Now go shower and get ready. I'll drive you to the airport."
-LTN-
"Rachel…I've come here to apologize."
"Rachel, I love you. Come home."
"Rachel, my home is wherever you are. The bar, Quinn…none of it matters."
"Rachel, I don't love Quinn. I love you. You're it for me."
"Rachel, I'm fucking crazy, talking to myself in the mirror when you're probably going to slam the door in my face."
Finn Hudson stared at himself in the mirror, grimacing as a bit of shaving cream got into his mouth.
'Rachel, I love you and I just need a chance to explain. If you decide that you can't forgive me, I'll leave you alone and…I'll sign the papers."
"That's going to have to do." Finn nodded to himself, satisfied that his words were sincere and meaningful. Now I just have to pray that she doesn't pepper spray me on sight. I would deserve it.
Eying himself in the mirror, Finn smiled slightly. He loved Rachel- there was no question in his mind now. The past was just that- the past. Nothing mattered past that. After a long discussion with Sam and Puck, he was prepared to sign over his half of the bar if he needed to. If Rachel's career was in New York, then so was he. Hell, he would even open a new bar for her to perform in if she wanted him to. Whatever it took. He was going to do whatever it took. With her at his side, he was the luckiest man in the universe.
Wiping the shave cream off of his face, he remembered the last time he told Rachel how lucky he was to have her.
"Finn? I love you. I love you so much. You make me feel alive. I know that our marriage started as a mistake but you were right- this is so right."
Finn grinned at the ceiling as Rachel pressed a kiss to his bare chest.
"I love you too, Rach. I'm going to make you so happy. One day we'll buy a house and fill it up with brown-haired, cinnamon eyed divas. They'll have their momma's talent and beauty. And I will spoil them rotten."
Rachel propped herself up on one elbow and Finn nearly gasped as her rumpled hair cascaded over her shoulder. She was so beautiful.
Grinning mischievously, Rachel said, "What about freckle faced boys who run and jump and flirt with Sam and Mercedes' daughter?"
"We can have a few of those too." Finn felt his heart grow warm as he imagined Rachel's body swollen with life. Life that they had created together. Impulsively, Finn captured Rachel's lips in a searing kiss- one that cemented the promises they were hinting at.
"Finn, we need to get out of this bed," Rachel's voice was breathless as Finn kissed the column of her neck tenderly. Her body arched against his as his hand skimmed her breast.
"I think we should practice a little." Grinning, he grasped her earlobe between his teeth and gently thrust against her body.
"Practice?" Rachel's voice was breathless as Finn's assault on her body continued.
Worrying her pert nipple between his fingers, Finn nodded, "Practice. Those kids aren't going to make themselves. We should make sure we have our technique down."
Blushing, Rachel's nails dug deeper into Finn's shoulder, "Mhmm.."
Finn kissed a path down her neck, his hands paying special attention to her neglected breast. He trailed his hands down her body, teasing her clit with a soft touch.
"Finn…ohhh…" Rachel's body jerked against his hand, her pelvis tilting towards his teasing hand. Finn smiled slyly before sliding two fingers inside of her. Thrusting his hand slowly, he curled his fingers upward, searching for the spot that made her come undone.
"Are you agreeing to practice?" Finn moved down her body and felt himself grow harder as the smell of Rachel's arousal hit him. He traced a circle around Rachel's swollen clit before backing away.
"Yes. God, anything. Please. I need you." Sucking her pearl into his mouth, Rachel's petite body bowed off of the bed. Wimpering, she bucked against his mouth. Each cry was impassioned and encouraged Finn to push her body further.
"Baby, I can feel how tight you're getting. I know you want to let go. Let go." Thrusting his hand faster and taking special care to tap teasingly on her g-spot, Finn bit down lightly on Rachel's clitoris.
"Ah! Finn!" Chuckling, at the violent clenching around his fingers, Finn slowed down his assault and crawled up her body, aligning his erection with her drenched opening.
"I need to be inside of you. Please baby." Finn felt desperate to be inside of her, desperate to solidify his promises through a demonstration of his passion for her.
"Please," Rachel gasped before pushing Finn onto his back. Grinning, she straddled him, impaling herself on his hard length.
"Godddd…" Finn groaned as Rachel's wet heat engulfed him. Nothing had ever felt as good or as right. He wanted to make love to her for the rest of his life.
"I love you so much, baby." The words brought tears to Rachel's eyes as she moved slowly up and down. Each thrust of her hips caused Finn to groan, pleasure overwhelming him.
"I love you too, Finn." Giggling as Finn rolled them over, she looked into Finn's eyes lovingly. Finn's breath caught in his throat- she was perfect. Everything about her fit him and completed a part of him. He needed her the way he needed oxygen.
Slowly, Finn moved inside of her, pushing and pulling slowly. His lips attacked Rachel's, communicating everything that he couldn't articulate into words. His hands grasped her pert breasts, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Her breathy gasps were met with his throaty moans creating a symphony of pleasure. As his pace sped up, Finn slipped a hand between them, determined to heighten her enjoyment.
Rubbing her clitoris firmly, Rachel cried out sharply, her nails digging leaving half moon creases in his skin.
"Finn! Please!" Pressing her lips to his, she bucked her hips wildly, chasing the orgasm that was threatening to overwhelm her. Finn groaned as Rachel's tongue traced his bottom lip, demanding entry into his mouth. As their tongues battled, Finn began to thrust harder until Rachel's pussy held him so firmly that he could hardly move.
"Rachel, God, I love you. I can't last much longer." Brushing a strand of hair from her face, Finn alternated between achingly slow thrusts and deep, firm thrusts, enjoying the way Rachel's breasts were pressed firmly against his naked chest. Putting his hands behind her back, Finn pulled Rachel a bit closer to him, changing the depth of his thrusts. Rachel cried out sharply and began convulsing around him. Pumping into her, he felt his own orgasm begin and covered his groan with her lips.
Panting into her damp neck, Finn lowered them to the bed and rolled off of her with a laugh.
"What?" Rachel grinned, pushing hair off of her sweaty face.
"I get to make love to you for the rest of my life."
Rachel looked at him, her face softening as her eyes watered, "Yes, yes you do."
Finn reached over and wiped the tear from her face, "I am the luckiest guy in the universe."
Rachel nodded and moved closer in the sheets to Finn, "Finn?"
"Yeah baby?"
"You're about to get even luckier."
With a giggle, Rachel attacked Finn with her lips and they lost themselves to passion again.
"Um, hello? You can't wear that to get her back."
"What?" Finn shook himself out of his memory and looked into the agitated face of Mercedes Evans'.
"No wonder Sam called me. You're wearing a Journey's shirt to go romance your estranged wife. You might as well be running naked through Times Square." Mercedes rolled her eyes and handed Evvie to Sam.
"You, go sit in the living room with our daughter while I make Finn 'woo-worthy'."
With a mock salute, Sam blew a raspberry into Evvie's tummy and walked out to the living room singing softly.
"Your husband's a real dork, you know that?" Finn grinned as Evvie's soft giggles filled the air.
"Yeah, but he was your friend first…so I blame you." Sticking her tongue out mockingly, Mercedes grabbed Finn's hand and dragged him to his closet.
"Welcome back, Finn." Mercedes said the words so softly that Finn wasn't sure he'd heard her correctly at first.
"Thanks. Now, what will knock Rachel's socks off?" Finn pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the ground with a determined look, ignoring Mercedes' mirth.
"Alright, Finnessa, let's get you dressed."
Rachel
"Finn…what are you doing here?" Butterflies roared to life in Rachel's stomach as she drank in every aspect of Finn's face. Her hands trembled at her sides, desperate to run themselves over his freckles and re-familiarize themselves with his body.
"I…um…I had all of this stuff planned out. Hold on. Just close the door and I'll knock again." Finn's face was tomato red as he rushed the words out. He lunged for the door, causing Rachel to jump and slammed it shut.
Too stunned to laugh, Rachel pressed herself against the door, watching him through the peephole. He wiped his brow and seemed to talk to himself hurriedly. Hands waving madly, Rachel realized how ridiculous it was that he was here in New York and she was watching him through the door. Throwing open the door, Rachel stared at Finn.
"What are you doing here?" The words were a whisper as she watched him fiddle with his hands.
"Rachel, I… I love you and I just need a chance to explain. If you decide that you can't forgive me, I'll leave you alone and…I'll sign the papers. You're my home. You make me the luckiest guy in the entire universe and all I need is you. Ever. I just want you to come home and be with me and have those kids and be happy and just…I'll do whatever it takes. I'll buy you the moon. I'll do whatever you want, just, please Rachel. Please."
At the conclusion of his monologue, Finn stopped, panting slightly. Rachel knew his anxiety was at an all time high as he trembled slightly. He finally raised his hazel eyes to meet hers and Rachel felt her heart begin to race.
Finn was here. In New York. For her. With nothing but her heart guiding her, Rachel leapt into Finn's arms and pressed her lips fiercely to his.
A little Sex and the City (The Movie) inspiration for you there. I hope you enjoyed it. Believe me. Nothing is fixed between them…maybe a little bit forgiven but not fixed. These guys have big stuff they have to work through- especially if they want those aforementioned kids.
Until next time!
