Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Title comes from "Afternoon Delight" by The Starland Vocal Band

A lot of steamy Finchel scenes...Enjoy :)

I went up stairs and checked the nursery; I saw that the twins were sound asleep, so I tip toed to the master bedroom. I peaked my head inside, and saw Finn sitting on the bed with his laptop on his lap doing work. I smiled to myself, because this was going to be a very welcome surprise.

"Hello, darling."I said seductively, as I stood in the doorway in my skimpy outfit.

"Hey, Babe." Finn returned, not even looking up, and continued typing.

I placed one hand on my hip, and then the rested the other on the doorframe above my head. "Finn…" I purred, and that got his attention. His head snapped up in question at first, but shock and desire soon clouded his features.

"Oh, man, Rach…" He couldn't think of anything else to say, so he continued to stare at my body hungrily, and I enjoyed the attention.

I slowly made my way to the edge of the bed, and shimmied my sheer dress off, so I was only wearing the light blue bra and thong. He drank in my appearance, and I saw the fire behind his eyes burn brighter. I beckoned him over to the end of the bed with my finger, and he quickly placed his computer down and followed my silent command. When he reached me, I took his hands and placed them on my chest, allowing him to really feel me for the first time in a while.

"Baby..you're beautiful." He murmured, as his hands began to move over my breasts, and his lips found my neck. He nibbled and sucked on my neck, picking up the pace when he heard my sighs of pleasure. It drove me wild when he bit my ear, and he knew it, so he took my earlobe in his teeth and began to gently pull. It felt amazing, but I wanted to be in charge tonight, so I couldn't let him distract me.

I pushed his body from mine, and he fell back onto the bed. He looked surprised and impressed that I was able to push him with such force, but I just smirked, and crawled right on top of him. I straddled his torso, as I yanked his t-shirt off of his body. I stroked his hard chest with one finger teasingly, and noticed his pants tightening over his already huge erection. I took that as my cue to take his pants off too, so I found his zipper and unzipped his jeans, and allowed him raise his body just enough to pull them down, his boxers going along with them.

I moved my body closer to his, and kissed my way up his chest to his mouth. Once I reached his mouth, I covered it with my own, giving him a slow, passionate kiss. I darted my tongue out, and rested it against his lips, begging for entry. He opened, and soon we were rolling all over the bed, making out—him completely naked, and me in a bra and panties. Our hands were wandering over the other's body, squeezing and caressing whatever skin we could touch. It was hot, fervent, and loving, and I drank in every minute of the feeling.

I pulled away to catch my breath, and saw the burning in his eyes grow stronger. I maneuvered myself on top of him again, and placed my hands on my breasts. I looked directly at him as I touched myself, and saw his eyes grow wider and darker with want. My hands made their way behind my back, and I unclasped my bra, letting it fall from my breasts. His mouth opened in an "O", and his hands automatically came up to capture them, but shook my head as I stood up on the mattress.

He eyed me with confusion, but I simply discarded my thong, and fell back down to his naked body. Without a word—just staring into his dark amber eyes—I slipped myself onto his length and began a slow rhythm.

"Oh, God" Finn whispered into my hair. He tried to pick up the pace, but I placed my hands on his to slow us down again.

"Baby, make love to me." I managed through my pleasure. I needed him too, but we hadn't been together like this is so long, that I also needed it to be slow and want to make it last.

He understood, and slowed the tempo—thrusting in and pulling out deliberately and unhurriedly. It was agonizing, but at the same time, the best feeling in the world. I moved in small circles with my hips and felt his cock brush every nerve in my body. My walls were pulsing, and I knew we wouldn't be able to last much longer.

"Let go, love." He moaned, and that was all it took. I was on the edge already, so when he gave me permission, I fell and felt my body shake and orgasm around him. He collapsed a few seconds later, and we wrapped our arms around each other, still connected. He brushed my hair from my eyes, and kissed my forehead lovingly.

"Rach, you're stunning. I love you." His hands had moved from my hair and were now stroking over my breasts.

I giggled a bit. "So you like my bigger boobs, then?"

"Oh yes, Mrs. Hudson." He winked at me as he continued to feel me up. His fingers trailed from my nipples to my stomach, and then they moved between my legs.

I snapped my head around, and gave him a carnal look. He had just started another fire in my body, and this time, I needed it hard and fast. I repositioned my body on his length, and began to thrust my hips into his hard. Finn's shocked expression quickly left his face, and his erotic and scorching expression came into view.

"Fuck me.." I breathed through my pants.

"Rach." He groaned as I kept pushing him deeper and deeper. He stilled my hips, and found my neck with his lips. He was moving in and out of me at a snail's pace, and I couldn't handle it any more.

"Finn…harder..please!" I shouted. I ran my fingers through his tangled hair, and dug my fingernails into his back. I bucked my hips up to meet his, thrust for thrust, and he finally listened and plunged into me faster and harder. It was quicker than the last time, but just as pleasurable—both of us calling out the other's name when we came. Immediately after we screamed out our pleasure, I covered his mouth and he covered mine.

"Shit! Do you think we woke the babies?" I whispered breathlessly as Finn pulled out of me.

We both turned our attention towards the baby monitor sitting on the bedside table, but heard nothing.

"I think we're safe." He smirked at me, but that smirk was quickly replaced with a frown when a wail came out of the speaker.

I laughed and smacked him playfully. "Spoke too soon. You jinxed it!" I got up from bed, and pulled Finn's t-shirt over my naked body and a new pair of panties. "You coming?" I raised an eyebrow at him, but he was still checking me out in his shirt.

He rubbed the back of his neck, and nodded. He slipped his boxers on, and we walked hand-in-hand to the nursery where both of the babies were now up and crying.

"Aw, Jack, don't cry. Shh." I picked him up and cradled him to my chest, kissing his temple. His wails continued, and I knew he was hungry from the sound of the cry. Olivia was crying as well, but her cry was less insistent, so Finn was able to quiet her down by picking her up and rocking her in his large was so good with them, it made my heart swell and my body grown warmer—but I had some babies to feed, so I pushed that second thought away.

I walked over to the comfy rocking chair, and lifted up my shirt to feed Jack first—he was just like his daddy, and needed his food first. Finn had made his way over to the other rocker, and watched me as I situated Jack on my nipple.

"Like the view, Babe?" I asked jokingly, because of course he loved the view of my breasts out in the open. I was sitting in the rocking chair, basically nude, with one of our twins sucking my boob.

"Mmhmm." He replied, and we sat in silence, watching Jack, then Olivia, have a turn at eating.

When they were done, we decided that is was probably a good time to get dressed and get our own dinner started. We placed the babies on the blanket on the carpet in the family room, and I went to search the kitchen for something to make. Finn laid on the floor, playing and talking to them, and I couldn't help but think this was perfect. We could have it all—great, mind-blowing, sex, and care for our beautiful family. Every Sunday should be like this!

Finn:

It had been a month since we started having sex again, and we were totally making up for lost time. So many dads that I've talked to said that the sex life goes down the drain once the baby's born, but our is only getting hotter. It's like a game—we have to find times and places where we can get it on between naps and work. Occasionally, Rachel will come to the office with the twins, and while everyone is obsessing over them, we sneak off to my office or a supply closet for a quickie. She went on the birth control shot as soon as possible, so now we don't have to worry about a little sibling for the twins—we are about 99% positive (Rachel was 100%) that two babies were enough to complete our family, and did not want a little surprise!

Today, I would be spending some quality time with the twins, as Rachel had meetings about the musical all day. She came down stairs, wearing a hot red skirt and white blouse, and I had to do a double take.

"Wow! You look amazing…are you sure you have to leave." I grinned at her, and my eyes wandered over her awesome body. Her hair was pulled into a bun and her bangs framed her gorgeous eyes, making me only want her more.

She came over and sat on my lap, feeling my growing erection. "Sorry, Babe! I really do have to go, but I'll bring back something for dinner. I should be back around 7. What are your plans today?" She ran her fingers through my hair, and pulled it so my eyes met hers.

"Blaine and I are going out to lunch, but after that, the babies and I will probably just hang out at home. Hopefully get some work done, right Olivia?" I peered down at my little girl in my arms, and smiled. She was looking directly at me, and I liked to think they knew who I was.

She looked down at Olivia too, but then placed her hands back in my hair. "Why don't you go get your haircut while your out." It wasn't a question, but rather a command. I reached up and ran my fingers through my hair, and realized it had been a while since I got it cut.

"I'll try, but I can't promise anything. If the twins get too fussy, I'm just coming back here. I don't feel like taking two crying babies to the barber." I grimaced just thinking about it. I know we needed to take the babies out and get them used to the fresh air, but something about dealing two screaming babies alone was not appealing to me.

"Finn, if it's still like this when I come back tonight, I'm taking the razor to your hair myself." She took one last pull of my hair, and then leaned over to give all three of us kisses before making her way out the door.

A couple of hours later, Blaine came in (everyone now had a key to our place) and helped me get the twins ready to leave the apartment. It was a real production to get them out of the house, which is why I usually never did it by myself. Once they were dressed in their adorable, 'I love my daddy' onesies, and secure in the double stroller, we left for lunch.

Blaine whistled in amazement as we sat down to lunch. "Damn, Finn. You and Rach sure do make some great looking babies. The other night, when Kurt and I babysat, they were perfect little angels."

I beamed with pride, because he was fairly accurate. They were pretty great, and mostly only cried when they were hungry, tired, or needed to be changed—no colicky babies in our house, thank God! "Does it make you want one of your own?" I asked. I wondered if seeing our babies would change Kurt and his mind about children.

He chuckled at my question. "Sorry to say, but it actually reinforced our resolve to not have children. We like our freedom and life how it is, and we want to be the best uncles ever. We couldn't very well do that if we had our own little rugrat." He picked up a whimpering Jack, and held him close to his chest, making him stop. "Jack is such a little snuggler, isn't he? Just wants to be in someone's arms at all times."

"Yeah. It's pretty cute, but becoming a problem." I said jokingly. It really wasn't a too big of a problem, but Dr. Pope said we did need to let him cry it out sometimes, which killed Rachel and I. But, in public was not the place to let him whine, so I let Blaine go ahead and snuggle with him. Olivia was so mellow and chill, that she simply liked to look around at everything going on around us. I definitely knew who took after whom.

Blaine turned his attention back to me. "I do, however, have something big planned for the future." He paused for second, making sure he had my full and undivided attention. "I asked Burt if I could marry Kurt, and he said yes." He was grinning from ear to ear, and I was smiling just as big.

"Congratulations, man! I'm so excited to officially welcome you to the family. Rachel will die!" I was really happy for them. They had some ups and downs in the past, but I knew they would eventually get married.

"Thanks, dude. I can't wait! But, first I have to propose, and I kind of wanted your help. Do you have some time after lunch to browse around with me? It won't take too long, but I just wanted another opinion, and you did so well with Rachel's engagement ring…" His eyes were hopeful, and I ran my hands through my over grown hair.

"Yeah, sure. Of course I have time." I responded. I knew my haircut would have to wait, because I would need to get home and feed, change, and put the babies to sleep in about an hour and a half, leaving no time for shopping for a ring and getting my haircut.

We finished eating, and then walked the couple of blocks to Tiffany's, knowing Kurt would accept nothing less.

"Can I help you two today?" I nice woman asked as soon as we walked in.

"Yes. I'm looking for an engagement ring for my boyfriend." Blaine said excitedly.

"Oh, how exciting! Do you have an idea of what you'd like?"

"Well, not a diamond or anything like that. Basically, I was thinking a nice simple, silver band with an inscription on it." He followed the woman to the men's rings, and began to look through the options, but I made my way over to the women's jewelry.

A simple gold necklacecaught my eye, and I asked the man behind the counter if I could see it.

"This one is very beautiful, sir." The man stated, and I just nodded. It was a long, skinny gold chain with a tiny gold heart hanging down from it.

I looked up from the necklace. "Would it be possible to add another gold heart?" I wondered aloud. I peaked at Olivia and Jack in the stroller, and then back to the man working there.

"Oh, yes. It would cost extra, of course, but it is certainly possible. We could even engrave it if you want." He was already scurrying to the back to get what he needed, and I could tell he was excited by the prospect of me purchasing something from him (he probably got bonuses based on commission).

Thirty minutes later, both Blaine and I left the store with little blue bags and smiles on our faces. He had purchased a silver band with the words, 'Come What May' on the inside, and it was perfect for Kurt. I bought the gold necklace with two tiny hearts, and on each heart, I had an "O" and a "J" etched on. We walked to our apartment building, and made our way to our respective apartments. I wished him luck, and made a promise that I wouldn't tell Rachel until after the proposal, since she couldn't keep her mouth shut to Kurt.

I was busy the rest of the day, caring for the babies and taking conference calls in the office. I didn't even notice it was five past seven until Rachel came through the door. She stopped in the doorway, and stared at me for a long time, which freaked me out.

"Uh, Rach, what are you staring at?"

She puckered her lips and then walked away from me into the kitchen. I jogged behind, quickly catching up to her and saw her searching the drawers for something. I was just about to ask what she was looking for, when she pulled out the scissors victoriously.

"Ah Ha!" She yelled, and eyed my hair. I backed away from her, but she only came closer and closer.

"No. No, no, no, no, no! I thought that was a joke! You cannot be serious." But as I said this, I could see in her eyes she was dead serious. "Rachel, baby.." I pleaded with my eyes, but it was not working.

"I told you what would happen if I found you like this when you returned home. You should have gone to the salon, because now I'm going to do it myself." She smirked at me, as she took my hand and led my upstairs, baby monitor in the other hand.

She dragged me to the master bathroom, and set her make-up chair up for me to sit down. I nervously did as she motioned, knowing there was no way to get out of this. She went to my side of the bathroom and opened some drawers until she found what she wanted—the electric clippers with ten different blade heads and two towels. She placed one towel on the floor around me, and then another around my neck.

Grinning, she took the clippers and started to examine which blade to use. "Do you have any idea which blade you normally are?" I shook my head 'no', because I had no clue what my hair stylist usually used.

She looked over at each of them again, before picking up the 7 blade and attaching it to the clippers and turning them on. She made eye contact with me in the mirror, and shrugged her shoulders at me. "Might as well start with a blade that will take off less hair, just in case. I can always go shorter, but not longer."

I let go of my anxieties in that moment, and just allowed her to do as she pleased. She wasn't going to shave me bald or anything. Plus, she was the one who had to look at me, so I might as well let her decide what my hair looked like. She placed the clippers on the base of my neck and dragged them upwards, taking a lot of hair with them as they went. She continued this for a couple of minutes, and then turned the clippers off and started trimming the front of my hair using a comb and the scissors. The entire haircut only took about ten minutes, and when she was finished, she took a long, appreciative look at her work.

"I must say, I did a mighty fine job! She took the towel from around my neck and sat on my lap, facing me. I looked around her, at my reflection, and had to agree. It was shorter and cleaner, but still had a little bit of my signature messy look.

She took my face in her hands and then ran her hands through my newly shorn hair. "Oh, yeah. This is so much better." She whispered against my neck and then nibbled on my earlobe sexily. She scraped her face against my stubble, and darted her tongue out to lick my scratchy cheek. "Hmm, this scruff is so sexy. We will be keeping this." Her lips finally made contact with mine, and I pulled her body closer to me by tangling my hands through her own silky hair.

"Maybe you should always cut my hair." I smiled against her lips. Her tongue was probing around in my mouth, and I could totally see myself getting use to this after ever haircut, but she simply shook her head and smirked against my lips.

…Twenty minutes later, I walked out of the bathroom knowing that it would be the best haircut ever, and most likely last of it's kind. Rachel said it was fun, but that next time I let my hair get that long, she was going to shave it all off completely, and she knew I could not put off the bald look. I got a little defensive, and asked her if I had the same right, thinking about the time her hair was so long and dark for the role of Elphaba, and she said 'sure'. That little comment backfired on me, because she knew I would NEVER shave her beautiful hair off, but she was serious about doing it to me. Whatever. I had a free haircut, sex in the bathroom, and a delicious dinner. Not a bad night.

The next morning, I was woken up when Rachel jumped on to the bed and began bouncing around giddily. "Finn! Blaine asked Kurt to marry him!" She was sitting on top of me, looking at me expectedly, but I turned my head and groaned.

"I know, babe." I closed my eyes, but snapped them open when I felt her tiny hand connect with my cheek.

"What the hell do you mean, Finn Hudson?!" She looked pissed, and I shrank back under the covers. She pulled them off, and started to hit me repeatedly until I answered her question. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't fun either, so I grabbed her hands in mine to stop her.

"I'm sorry, Rach. I went with Blaine yesterday to pick out the ring, but he begged me to keep quiet so it would be a surprise for Kurt." I tried to convey my sincere apologies with my eyes, and I could see her resolve soften a bit.

"I wouldn't have told him." She said unconvincingly. Even she knew she couldn't keep that from Kurt, so she reached down and softly stroked my pink cheek. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I was just so excited, and then when you weren't as happy, I got mad. I guess I can't really blame this on pregnancy hormones…" She searched my face for forgiveness, and I pulled her body to she toppled down onto me. I kissed her long and hard, and then whispered between our lips that all was forgiven.

We were about to have one of my favorite types of sex—morning sex—but we heard Kurt's scream echo through the house, and Rachel instantly scurried away from me to go down and congratulate him. When I finally came downstairs, with a baby in each arm, I saw them huddled over a huge book.

"…And this is the flower arrangement." Kurt was pointing to pictures on a page in the homemade scrapbook.

"Oh, I like that!" Rachel was flipping through the book, and giving her opinions on each photo and idea. I was curious as to what exactly it was, so I peaked over at the front of the book and saw, 'Klaine's Magnificent Wedding'.

"Wait. Didn't you guys just get engaged last night? How in the world do you already have a complete book about planning your wedding?" I asked. Kurt's head shot up and he looked right at me like I was stupid.

"I've only been planning this day my whole life, Finn! I started this particular book right around the time you and Rachel got married." I looked at Rachel and she was still smiling, not finding this strange at all. I turned around when I felt a hand on my back, and saw Blaine smirking.

"You know your brother." Was all he said, and I looked back at Kurt, nodding my head. Of course Kurt would have had this wedding planned down to a T already.

"I was thinking end of August or early September. That way, Quinn will be able to lose most of the baby weight, and I can finalize everything. What do you think?" Kurt did not direct this question at Blaine, but instead at Rachel, who completely agreed. They kept on talking about the logistics of Kurt and Blaine's wedding, leaving Blaine out of the whole thing. I took one look at Blaine's smiling face as he watched Kurt and Rachel plan his wedding, and chuckled. This was just how it was with these two, and we had accepted it when we asked them to be our other half.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed us some beers, and returned to the family room to watch some TV with Blaine, while the other two talked about the wedding.

September

It was September 6th, 2019—the day of Kurt and Blaine's wedding. I was all dressed in my best man suit—picked out by Kurt of course—and sitting down with Jack in my lap while Blaine finished tying his bow tie—I was his best man, and Rachel was Kurt's best woman. Jack and Liv were the ring bearer and flower girl, respectively, but they were only six months old, so Rachel and I would be carrying them down when we walked down the aisle. I looked down at my watch, and saw it was time to go to our places. They were getting married in a really cool, modern, high-rise building overlooking the city. It was dark out now, so all the lights of the city shown through the floor to ceiling windows, creating a nice and warm atmosphere—though I still loved Rachel's and my wedding better, this was perfect for them.

The music began, and Blaine made his way down the aisle to the front. I turned, looking for Rachel, and my eyes bulged out of my head. She was carrying our precious daughter, who was wearing a cute little white and gold dress, but my eyes were all over Rachel. She was wearing a long, black dress with a deep V-neck, that hugged all of her curves. She looked absolutely stunning, and she needed to know it, so I leaned down and whispered into her ear.

"You look incredible." She smiled shyly, but didn't have a chance to respond as we were ushered down the aisle. However, the look she gave me right before we started walking made me hopeful that I would be partaking in some crazy wedding sex tonight.

The wedding was beautiful. Rachel was bawling throughout the entire ceremony, and Santana had to take Olivia from her so she could wipe her eyes with both hands. I so badly wanted to go over and console her, but I knew if I moved even an inch, Kurt would kill me for messing up his wedding. After the ceremony, there was an adults only reception, so Rachel and I handed off the twins to her dads. They had come in for the wedding, but decided they could pass up on a crazy party to spend some extra time with their grandchildren. Quinn and Tom were saying goodnight to Conner, who was seven weeks old now, and letting Quinn's mom take him home. This meant that it was couples only, and about to get crazy because we all needed to let loose and enjoy our time away from diapers and spit up.

Dinner was great, and we got to sit and chat about life with a bunch of the glee clubbers who lived far away. However, some of our friends couldn't make it: Puck had football season and couldn't get away, Sam and Brittany had been impossible to contact, but it was Tina and Mike's excuse that really shocked us New York gleeks. Apparently, she found out she was pregnant a little after Coach Beiste's funeral. They wanted to be married as soon as possible, so they decided to have a shot gun wedding in Vegas a couple of weeks later. She was now nine months pregnant, and couldn't travel. Kurt had been pissed, not because they were missing his wedding so much as Tina didn't tell anyone in New York. Mercedes and Arty knew since they see Mike and Tina all the time, but they were told to keep their mouth's shut. It kind of put a wrench in the friendship between Tina and Kurt, Quinn, Santana, and Rachel.

But, that was forgotten for the time being, and as soon as the dance music came on, we were on the floor having a blast. It reminded me so much of Will and Emma's wedding six years ago, except Rachel was mine forever, not just for the night. She was bumping and grinding with Kurt, Santana, and Quinn, and I had trouble keeping my eyes off of her face. She looked so carefree and happy; I needed to get in on this fun. So, even though I'm embarrassed by my dancing skills (or lack thereof), I grabbed her hand and twirled her fairly suavely away from her friends and into my arms.

"Oh, Mr. Hudson! So smooth!" She yelled over the music. She was now grinding on me, and I was moving my hips in time with the music (I hope). She was running her hands all over me, and would occasionally dip down low—It was driving me wild. I felt myself stand to attention, and as she worked her ass into my groin area, she felt it too.

She smirked up at me through her long lashes. "Someone likes this!" She let her hand brush over my crotch a couple of times, coyly playing it off as an accident each time, but I knew better. I snatched her hand away from my tented pants, and pulled her after me. That was enough foreplay; we needed to fuck right that minute.

She was giggling behind me, and I knew she found my uncontrollable desire hilarious. The only problem was, her giggles turn me on even more, so I turned around and placed my hand over her mouth. Her eyes were glistening with laughter, and she began to lick my hand that was covering her mouth. I looked around briefly, and then pushed her against the door directly behind her. It opened, and I realized it was a supply closet, but it would do.

"So forceful." She purred when I finally took my hand from her mouth.

I lifted her up and placed her in an old table, and frantically began kissing her all over. She reached for my belt and pant zipper, quickly undoing both, and shoving my dress pants and boxers down to the floor. She raised her dress up, and I silently thank grilled cheesus that she loved wearing dresses—it was easy access all the time. I felt her wet core, and gently fondled her folds before teasing her with my tip.

"Please." She begged into my neck. I stopped teasing her opening, and pushed into her hard and fast. She dug her fingers into my shirt, and moved her hips up to meet my thrusts. I slipped a finger between us, and massaged her at the same time. This drove her wild, and she threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her pleasure was setting me off, so I pulsed into her a couple more times, making sure to hit her G-spot, and then succumbed to my orgasm, with her following closely behind me.

I leaned over and buried my head in her neck, my length still inside her body, while we both came down from our highs. All of a sudden, we heard the doorknob shake, and in came three waiters. They stopped in the doorway when they saw us, quickly muttered apologies, and ran out with red faces.

I looked over at Rachel, and she looked at me, and we were both completely silent for a second. She covered her face with her hands, and slowly pulled out of me. I saw her whole body shaking, and instantly took her to my body and whispered reassuring things.

"They didn't see anything, Babe. It's alright." I said soothingly. She maneuvered away from me, and removed her hands from her face and that's when I realized she hadn't been crying, she had been laughing.

"Oh my God, Finn! We just got caught having sex in a storage room. We are the same horny kids who could never keep our hands off of each other." She spoke through her hysterics, and I began chuckling as well.

"It's these damn weddings! Someone has to have slutty wedding sex, so why not us? We deserve it!" This only made us crack up even more, but we realized we had been away from the party a bit too long, and now everyone would know what we were up to. I pulled up my bottoms, and fixed my tie, while Rachel readjusted her dress and hair. I peaked out of the door, and saw that the coast was clear, so we briskly walked out and down the hall.

"We should make this a tradition. Every wedding we attend together, we have to find a place to have slutty wedding sex." I said as I squeezed her hand.

She just peered up at me with the sexiest grins. "Oh, I plan to…" She winked at me seductively, but then scurried away in search of Kurt and Blaine.

December

Rachel:

I can't believe it is already December. Hanukah and Christmas are right around the corner, and this year is extra special because it is the babies first holiday season. We are hosting the festivities again this year, and I'm so excited because the twins are growing everyday, and our parents have been missing out. They are now nine months old, and as active as ever. They have real personalities and try to communicate with Finn and I, and it is adorable, however, we can't leave them alone for a second.

"Finn, honey, can you help me? Olivia is crawling all over the place, and I can't watch Jack at the same time." I yelled out to Finn. He was in his office doing some work, but I seriously needed some help. I usually do this by myself during the day, but if he's here, I will always ask for the two extra hands he provides.

He comes out a minute later looking stressed. "Sorry, there are some problems at the office. I have to head in for an hour or two." He looked really sorry as he spoke.

"Really? Can't they just handle this without you, or just do a videoconference? I'll need your help if I'm ever going to get this house ready for the holidays. Our parents come in tomorrow, and we haven't set up the menorah or Christmas tree yet." I knew I sounded exasperated and slightly peeved, but I was stressed out myself.

Finn came over to me and took me in his huge arms. "I'm really sorry, Babe. I have to go in, but I'll try my hardest to get home quickly." He kissed the top of my head, and continued to hold me to him. It was calming me down, and I knew he wouldn't leave me if there really weren't an emergency at the office.

"Alright, but please hurry, and can you pick up dinner? I'm not going to have time to cook our dinner, and feed Liv and Jack." I said, still firmly pressed against his warm chest.

"Sure, Rach. I'm going to call Kurt and Blaine to see if the can come up and help out." Finn went to get his phone and called Kurt. He said they would be up soon, and couldn't wait to help decorate and play with the kids.

Finn left, and only ten minutes later, Kurt, Blaine, and Quinn with Conner came into the apartment.

"Hey guys!" I waved them over to the family room, where the toys were set up. "I didn't know you were coming up too, Quinn." She smiled and placed Conner on the blanket next to Jack.

"Blaine called and asked if I wanted to come up. Tom is working late tonight, and I figured the twins could tire out Conner for me. He hasn't been napping as much as I'd like." She was tickling his belly and making faces at Conner as she said this, and I knew she was exhausted like me. He had just turned six months old, and was a little behind the twins on activeness, but catching up since he was with them almost everyday.

"Well then, this is perfect. Kurt and Blaine, will you put them in their highchairs while I go get their dinner?"

"Of course! But can you work and listen at the same time? Because I have some serious news to share." Kurt was distracting Liv with some colorful blocks, but he gave me a look that meant it was not the best news.

"Can you hold on for a second? I have a feeling I'll want to see your face when you say this." I hurriedly got their organic baby food out and then went into the eating nook, so I could feed them and listen at the same time. "Ok, I'm ready." I said nervously, as I alternately fed Liv and Jack their applesauce.

"So I'm just going to come out and say it…Tina and Mike are getting a divorce." He spoke quickly to get it all out.

My eyes got huge, as did Quinn's. "Oh no! But they just had Jules three months ago! Why?" I was shocked to say the least. They had been a couple almost as long as Finn and I, and had gone through far less drama than any of us.

"I'm not exactly sure, but when she called, she seemed to mention rushing into it too fast. I mean, they did only get married at the time because she was pregnant, and they wanted to be married before they had a baby. She said it was a mutual decision, and that they both wanted it, even though it's sad. She loves him as her friend and father of her daughter, but is no longer in love with him, and neither is he with her." He looked saddened by the outcome, but also seemed to understand where they were coming from.

I, however, did not understand. "What about Julia?" I was crying now. If this could happen to them, it could happen to any of us, and it was scary to think that one day, Finn could just fall out of love with me.

"Rach, sweetie, Jules will be ok. She's young, and will be able to adapt to this situation. They will still parent together and be friendly and cordial with each other; they just wont be living in the same house, or be husband and wife anymore." Kurt rubbed my back, and Blaine took over the twin's dinner for me.

I was an absolute mess, and I didn't know why I was reacting so dramatically to this news. My friends seemed to realize my thought process, though, and were trying to comfort me.

"Rachel, Finn will never stop loving you, and you will never stop loving him. You two are way too deeply in love with each other…Tina and Mike were happy, but never as happy and in love as you and Finn are. Divorce happens, and it sucks, but they will get through it. But you, missy, will never have to go through that, ok? Don't even put those thoughts in your mind." He continued to soothe me by rubbing my back, and I slowly ceased crying, and made my way back to the table.

"I'm sorry." I said sheepishly. I was embarrassed by my behavior, but knew they understood my little freak-outs, and would never judge me.

We finished feeding the babies, and took them up to the nursery for bed. All three of my friends said goodnight, and went back to their respective apartments for their own dinner. It was nearing 7:30, and Finn should have been back by now. I called him a couple of times, but he didn't answer.

I was just about to go into full panic mode when he walked through the doors with bags of carry out.

"I'm home!" He shouted as he placed the bags on the kitchen counter.

"Shh" I whispered, but gave him a huge hug. I needed to feel his body against me and reassure me that not only was he mine forever, but he also was safe and always going to keep his promises.

"Sorry I was late. The line at the Italian place was out of control." He squeezed me tighter, and then let me go to get our plates ready.

We ate together and talked about the day's events. This was my favorite part of the day—when the kids were sleeping, and we had the house all to ourselves. I told him about Tina and Mike, and he looked just as shocked as I had, but he didn't seem to worried about it, which instantly made me feel better.

"That's too bad, but I never saw the passion or fire between them, and that's important. Why do you think we will last forever?" He asked smirking. He pulled me to his lap, and caressed my cheek with his fingers.

I squirmed under his touch, already feeling my body react to him. "Why is that?" I asked innocently.

His hands traveled south, and fondled my breasts, before sweeping under my short skirt and skimming over my panties. My hips automatically bucked up into his touch, and he laughed.

"Oh, Babe…the fire between us is out of control. We've been married for 2 ½ years; imagine how hot this will be in 20 years" He kept his fingers on my increasingly wet panties, and his mouth found mine. He slipped his warm tongue into my mouth and began to swirl it around in the most intoxicating way. I was moaning in pleasure, and I felt his smile on hip lips at my noises. "See." He simply said, and then picked me up and carried me bridal style to the couch.

"Hmm, so much passion." I murmured against his neck, and I totally believed it. We were going to be together forever, because this burning desire between us would never fade. I would always want him, and he would always want me.