A/N: Thank you for reading my story and for the responses! Finally the day Finn was asking Rachel to marry him has come! And Finn and Rachel are having sexy time… before something happens! :O
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and its characters, and any resemblance to real persons or organizations is purely coincidental.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Today was the day.
The day Finn Christopher Hudson was going to ask his one and only Rachel Barbra Berry to marry him.
Yet, something stuck in the back of his mind, though he couldn't expound what exactly it was.
Would it be that douche, Jesse St. James?
It might be.
It was not that he didn't trust Rachel. Sure, she hadn't told him their breakfast meeting. But he didn't doubt her love for him. He believed that she had no will to fall back to the Jackass' arms.
Because, she had once said; he was the only person to deter her excessiveness or selfishness or ego from going further without offsetting the advantage of her strength, her passion or enthusiasm before she could lose something important, unlike Jesse or even her fathers ('yes, I once used to be a spoiled brat,' she had admitted)—her exes had rather furthered them. Which made her more mature, a better person, and was one of his best qualities as a boyfriend, as a human being.
When she had told him that, he couldn't help feeling that his confidence, who he was, who he became, was boosted. She always knew how she made him feel proud of himself anyhow.
And he was one million percent sure that he wanted to be with her for the rest of his life.
She was his sunshine clearing away a dim view of himself. She was his moonlight lighting up his feet. One smile, one simple touch from her were sort of alchemy on him. And her angelic voice? It never failed to reach his heart (Rachel always said that every love song she sang was dedicated to him), and it was kind of bewitchment.
Yeah, he totally was bewitched by Rachel Berry. And he loved it. It was worthy of betting on the rest of his life.
He could easily imagine that gray haired himself and she was sitting side by side on a bench in Central Park on one warm afternoon enveloped by full of tangerine color.
That was why he was going to propose to her.
Having said that, he couldn't trust the douche.
Fuck! Why the hell was the Jackass always coming between him and Rachel with the most impeccable timing? He interfered with them even in the form of a piece of gossip garbage! Uugghhh! Just picturing his smug face in his head seized him with a compelling desire to throw a fit or two in it, and hearing his name made him nauseated.
But, no. Something was meaning not only the dickhead.
Some inexplicable feelings had been gnawing his mind since the previous night.
Maybe he was just nervous. Nervous about proposing to Rachel. Nervous about the possibility that she was going to say no (God, he hoped not).
Finn sighed, standing in a shower. Hot shower wasn't enough to shake those thoughts off.
When he was going to reach for a loofa, two tiny arms unexpectedly snuck up from behind to wrap around his torso. He was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice her joining him in a shower.
"Finn? Are you still mad at me?""
Rachel's naked body pressed up to the back of Finn's large one. He felt her nipples sticking out onto the middle of the back of him.
"I'm not."
Finn closed his eyes as her right hand slid down to his manhood, her plump lips planting beneath his scapula, the fingers of her left one tracing above his left groin—Fuck! She really knew how to make him feel good and awaken him. Then she took his half boner and started stroking it gently. A series of moans escaped from his lips.
A few strokes later, Finn placed his hand on hers to stop from her ministrations before turning around to face his girlfriend. He swept her off with his long arms before setting her legs around him, pressing her petite frame up against the tiled wall. He looked into her eyes for a moment before bringing his face closer to hers.
"I'm not," he repeated in a whisper against her lips before crushing his own onto hers, pouring all his emotions into the kiss.
He felt her rubbing her center against his firm body. She got already aroused as much as he did. He felt her warm wet center around his lower abdomen.
He held her tightly with one arm, his other hand starting to massage her breast. He craned his neck so that he could run his tongue from her neck to her cleavage to her nipple. While his tongue played with her nipple, his hand ran down to her ass to squeeze. Then he slid his hand to her butt crack until it met her wet folds.
Her loud moan and calling his name from pleasure hit the note like music and echoed in the bathroom accompanied with the sounds of shower. He ran his tongue back up to her neck and nibbled it before burying his face in it as he set his full erection between her legs.
He entered her with one swift motion, cupping her ass with his both hands to help her move up and down.
"Fuck, Rach," Finn kept thrusting as hard as he could, trying to memorize girlfriend's face plastered an ecstatic look—this might be the last sex they could ever have as a boyfriend/girlfriend. He wanted to remember this moment forever.
He pushed a pile of her wet hair aside from her face for him to observe clearly as he kept pumping in and out. The hot water splashed all over her body and his own. The fine drops from the water illuminated her long eyelashes. His fingertips traced her wet and now tinged rosy smooth skin.
She was so so beautiful.
She chose the moment to open her eyes as if she had heard his inner voice. She rested her forehead against his, her chocolate colored eyes intently looking straight into his amber ones. He saw as the same spark firing between them as the times they first had shared a kiss, first had made love, first he had witnessed her vaginal orgasm—every intimate moment they had made so far.
"Oh God, Finn," she squeezed her eyes shut, throwing her head back as he hit the right spot. "Right there, baby, keep going." Her lips started trembling.
So he hooked his arms under her knees, jerking his hip up to penetrate her as hard as possible.
He growled loudly as he felt her walls start pulsating and clenching around himself. "Come on, baby," he managed to let out the necessary words to get her over the edge, "let go." He gritted his teeth as he continued his in-and-outs from his tip to his base, trying to get himself off together.
A few more thrusts later, she cried out loud along with his name, her body shaking in his arms. He followed right after she came. She dropped her head on his shoulder, sliding her hand between them before pulling his dick out of herself and stroking it until it got softened.
They both breathed heavily.
He held her tighter as if his life depended on it, though his knees got weakened from their activity.
Then he carefully stepped backward, her body still in his arms, before slowly sitting down on the edge of the bathtub.
"That was–" Rachel couldn't finish her words, still panting.
"Yeah," Finn buried his face in her neck, "amazing. You are amazing." He managed to say between his breaths, his hand stroking idly up and down on her bare back.
"You are amazing," Rachel said as she cradled his face and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips. "I love you, Finn, so much," she said into his mouth.
"I love you more," Finn whispered back.
"That's impossible," Rachel let out soft laughter before resting her head on his shoulder, her arms around his neck.
That was not impossible. Finn thought.
Because she was Rachel Berry, who made impossible possible.
Whenever he got stuck at something, she managed to shed some light on him, like, quoting one of her favorite actresses Audrey Hepburn—Nothing is impossible, the word itself says "I'm possible."
God, he loved Rachel Berry.
He was definitely going to ask her to marry him tonight.
There would be, should be, no one stopping him this time.
"You go ahead. I gotta to pick up our lunch at Meats-N-Things," Finn said, stuffing Rusty's exercise toys into the bag. "Don't worry," he chuckled as he saw Rachel scrunched her nose with distaste. "I asked them to cook Rachel's special," he assured as he shouldered the bag.
"Good," Rachel looked up at him beaming before put the leash onto the collar of the dog. "Is there anything I can do before going on a picnic?"
"Nope," Finn led her out of the dog park in the Washington Square Park. "But don't forget wrapping yourself up, 'cause it's expected be cold today."
"In that case, I'm going to pack another blanket then."
Finn nodded before leaning down to kiss her cheek. "See you back at home," with that, he headed for his favorite Deli in the East Village.
"You'll have to stay home with Ms. Bonaparte and Uncle Kurt today," Rachel looked down at the dog. "Because Finn's gonna take me out on a romantic date, all day!" She shifted her gaze to nowhere, still feeling the sensation that Finn had given her in the shower in the morning.
When she sauntered her way back home and started feeling disappointed about Finn's forgetfulness, of which he had left the G-strings that he had purchased at Victoria's Secret in the hotel room the day before yesterday, Rusty pulled her into the street where was a couple of blocks before the one she usually turned.
"Where are you going?" Rachel frowned, but complied nonetheless. She left the way back home to the Jack Russell Terrier, deciding that he might want to mark a new territory.
However, Rusty just kept sniffing here and there on the curb and never seemed to pick a tree.
"Rusty? Aren't you picking anything? What's eating you?" Rachel said, trying to crouch down to pet the dog in vain. She stumbled forward as Rusty suddenly rushed into one of the buildings. She narrowly straightened up and attempted to tug the leash.
"Rusty!" Rachel yelled. But the dog resisted being tugged and continued going forward in full force.
Rachel had a strong arm for her small figure, but so did Rusty. Or, you could say that he had stronger four legs than she did when he zeroed in on what he wanted.
That was the moment that she noticed that the street was deserted. If it had been at night, she would have yanked the leash with all the strength she had and turned back the way she had come at any cost. But it was early Sunday morning. She didn't feel in danger.
So she followed Rusty to approach the building.
"What did you find there? What do you want?" Rachel asked, seeing Rusty attempted to enter the apartment under the stairs, pawing the door, standing up on his hind legs. "Isn't that locked?" She stepped down the stairs before trying handle to the door.
It was not locked.
Rachel hesitated stepping inside the apartment, remembering she had sworn to Finn to never sneak into other people's apartment.
Rusty had a different idea.
He ran off into the apartment through a gap in the door as Rachel got caught off guard. The dog ran away from her before she could re-grip the leash. She ended up slipping it from her hand and Rusty disappeared into the back of the apartment under renovation.
"Rusty!"
Rachel immediately chased after the dog, running through vinyl curtain walls draped everywhere from the ceilings to the floors in the apartment.
"Rusty?" Rachel called out again, sticking her head out of the curtain wall to look over the room.
When she got a whiff of something behind and was going to turn around, a sudden impact hit the back of her head.
She fell forward as she heard Rusty balking.
And she blacked out.
"Baby! I'm back!" Finn skipped into the apartment, placing the exercise bag by the front door. "Rach? Babe?" He called again, entering the living room, only to encounter his stepbrother clad in a fluffy white bathrobe emerging out of the guest room. "Oh, hey Kurt," he greeted in an attempt to make a straight face, but failed miserably.
Kurt threw a funny look at Finn plastered a goofy grin on his face. "You know, Christmas is a month ahead," he pointed, towel-drying his hair.
Ignoring Kurt's questioning look, Finn put the lunch for their date he had just collected from Meats-N-Things on the kitchen counter before making his way to the bedroom.
"Rachel?" Finn called her name as he wrenched the door open. But she was nowhere to be found.
"I don't think she came home," Kurt yelled from the living room, perching himself down on the sofa.
"What?" Finn spun around to look at his brother from the doorway.
"She's not come home yet," Kurt repeated, not bothering to look back at him, picking up a fashion magazine from the coffee table.
Maybe she found something vegan on the way back home? Even though he had told her there was nothing for her to prepare for their date? Or Rusty was putting her out picking a tree?
Finn pulled his cell phone out of the back pocket of his jeans to ring her. However, her phone went directly to her voicemail. He frowned.
Kurt tore his gaze from the magazine to see his brother who was tilting his head to brood over something. "I heard the house phone ringing while in a shower," he addressed. "It might be from Rachel."
"Oh," Finn snapped out of his thoughts before walking into the kitchen. Sure enough, the phone flashed indicating there was a message. He pressed the button to play it, wondering why she had left a message on the house phone instead of ringing his phone directly.
Received at 8:38 am.
Beep.
Hey, Rachel. It's Jesse. I'm calling your landline 'cause I couldn't get through to your phone. I left a message on your voicemail though. Anyway, uh, look, there is the producer of my show who is interested in your acting and singing talent and dying to meet you. He's come to New York this early morning and we're having a talk about his new project. If you have an interest in it, come join us in the meeting at Park Hyatt. You know which room I'm staying in? The meeting should be starting at 9:30. I know it's on such short notice, but I hope you can come. Bye, love you.
Beep.
"What the hell!?" Finn hissed.
No, no, no. That was not happening right now.
How dare he leave a message on their landline finishing with the words 'love you'? He knew, he knew that the Jackass put them on purpose, all too well knowing that he was going to listen to those words.
The bastard was trying to come between them once again, as if he had known that Finn was going to propose to Rachel today! Who could pick the day like that? Or course, Jesse St. Jackass!
The douche was annoyingly persistent. Rachel didn't have a slightest interest in Hollywood, given that she had told him the conversation between the pretentious curly haired dickward and her.
Or did she?
Nah. Not a chance.
Because she couldn't have heard the message since she didn't come home yet.
Wait.
What did the douche just say? Did he say that he had left a message to her voicemail, didn't he?
Nope. No way.
Even if she heard his message on the way back home, there was no way his Rachel changed her mind. She had promised that today would be all his (and her). The hot morning shower sex proved it!
So he arrived at the conclusion that she was being tough to handle the picky dog. She would be coming home before he knew it.
Finn nodded to himself, plumping down on the sofa next to his brother.
And he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
But she never came home.
Since she had to leave her man the other day, she shifted to Plan B to perform.
First, she needed to get rid of the blonde bimbo at the store. So she returned to the store in disguise. But it was not necessary for her to worry about her because the bitch seemed to find a new man, who had a smooth cinnamon colored skin, short black hair, dark brown eyes and firmly fitted body.
If she didn't have a boyfriend, she would say that she could go on a date with a good looking guy like him. But no. She wouldn't if he insisted. Because she had a boyfriend, who was way much more handsome than the guy flirting with the shop girl would ever want to be.
Anyway, one of the obstacles went down.
Next was the most annoying and biggest obstacle. She couldn't believe that there was someone good looking (not her boyfriend, but the one in the article) who was actually attracted to the short, ugly chick. Why did the short brunette still live in the same apartment of her boyfriend despite the fact that she dated with the curly haired guy?
This early morning, the girl went to the dog park with her boyfriend hand in hand! Hand in hand! Was he blackmailed by her or something? I wouldn't put it past her. She thought. Poor her baby.
And when was the big nose being alone apart from her boyfriend?
Oh, her boyfriend headed for a different direction!
And the midget used a different street to get back to his boyfriend's apartment.
Alright, now she could be catching the bitch out in something (maybe blackmailing her man).
And she waited.
And waited.
And waited.
For the girl to come out of the apartment under the stairs.
But she never came out of it.
"Jesse St. Jackas–, I mean, James," Finn banged on the counter of the reception roughly before the hotel staff standing behind the desk could react, "I need to talk to him."
"Ah, yes, Sir. Hold on, please," fidgeted, the staff, short, middle aged with glasses, punched the keyboard before dialing the number of which room Jesse was in. "Sir, may I have your name?" He looked up at Finn.
"Hudson, Finn Hudson," Finn bluntly offered, his arms crossing in front of his chest, his foot impatiently tapping on the floor.
"Mr. St. James, you have a visitor here… Mr. Hudson… yes, yes… certainly," the staff hung up the phone and looked up at Finn. "Mr. Hudson. I'm afraid that Mr. St. James isn't available right now due to the meeting."
"Where is he right now? What room number?" Finn demanded.
"I'm not at liberty to disclose the information," the middle aged staff responded courteously.
"I have the right to know the information because my fiancée is at the meeting with him right now."
Okay, he lied. One, Rachel wasn't his fiancée, yet. Two, she might be at the meeting, he was not sure. But he needed to know Rachel's whereabouts and he had a word or two or three or four or five with the douche.
"May I have her name, Sir?"
"Rachel Berry."
"Ah," the staff nodded, not bothering to check her name on the computer, "she's on Mr. St. James' guest list."
"So she is at the meeting then," Finn spat out, feeling his blood boiling. He gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles turning white.
"I could hardly answer that, Mr. Hudson," the staff said nonchalantly.
Beyond annoyed, Finn banged vigorously on the counter with his fists again. "She's my fiancée! Why don't you just tell me where she is?" he raised his voice.
The staff who had been forced to deal with the way taller guy than he was practically jumped backward by his outburst. "Uh, um," he choked, glancing at the other staff to help him out. He took his glasses off of his face before restlessly polishing it with his white handkerchief.
When Finn looked over the reception to search for something for him to kick, the general manager appeared from the back room.
"Mr. Hudson," the GM shook his head as he noticed who the guy making trouble was. "We'd much appreciate that you just leave now," he firmly said, circling the desk before putting his gentle hand on the back of Finn. "Please," he forcibly led the angry man to the hotel entrance.
Finn reluctantly complied, cursing himself (and his girlfriend) under his breath.
When Finn finally was forced gotten rid of the hotel, he turned to face the GM. "I need to get the shopping back," he said in an abrupt manner.
"Pardon me?" The GM whipped his head, blinking a few times.
"The shopping bag. The Victoria's Secret one. I left it in the room where I found the guy face-down," Finn explained. He saw the GM looking at him incredulously. "If you don't believe that's not mine, go through the bag. There's the receipt in it."
Still plastering a doubtful look on the face, the GM reluctantly nodded. "Would you please wait here, Sir," with that, he returned to the reception before instructed one of the female staff to bring the bag from the lost and found office.
A few minutes later, the GM walked over to the entrance where Finn was still standing before handing the pink striped bag out to him. "Thank you for staying with us," he said by the book.
Finn tried his best to suppress the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he murmured. "I'm sorry to trouble you."
He plumped down his shoulders, walking away from the hotel… until the GM was out of his sight. He whirled his head around to look at the way he had come over his shoulder, to make sure that any hotel staff didn't either follow him or have a close eye on him.
Then he got over to the other side of the 57th Street and entered a café from where he could see the hotel entrance.
Jesse St. Jackass should know, Finn Hudson didn't give up that easily.
"Hey," Finn roughly grabbed the shoulder of Jesse St. James who was going to go down the street after emerging out of the hotel.
Jesse span around to find the unpleasant fellow standing behind him. "What the fuck?" he shot an annoying look at Finn as he shook his hand off of his shoulder as roughly as Finn had grasped it.
"Where's Rachel?" Finn bluntly asked.
"Is asking that kind of question because she finally dumped you?" Jesse mocked. "I knew it was coming. You don't deserve such a talented girl like Rachel," he smirked.
"As much as I would like to please you, but no," Finn folded his arms across his chest. "We are amazing together, as ever. Actually, we've just had another mind blowing sex this morning," he smirked back at the douche.
"Good for you, Naked Man," Jesse rolled his eyes.
Finn narrowed his eyes. "You didn't answer my question," he demanded.
"If you're saying you're great together, why do you need to ask me that?" Jesse asked in answer. Now he also folded his arms in front of his chest.
"You left a message on our landline," Finn started. "Didn't you Rachel tell you to back off? She's not interested in Hollywood!" he nudged Jesse's shoulder, unable to suppress the urge of his anger at the smug face's attitude. "Now tell me where Rachel is!"
"Again. Wrong question," Jesse said nonchalantly.
"Are you suffering from amnesia or something?" Finn stepped closer to Jesse. "You hauled her in the meeting, didn't you?" He grabbed the collar of Jesse, glaring at him.
Jesse winced a bit, edging back. "You didn't change, not one bit," he tried to pull himself. "I do believe that Rachel opposes to violence."
Finn pulled Jesse much closer to him by the collar as the shorter guy attempted to shake his hand off. "Where's Rachel?" This time, Finn asked in a low voice but threatening tone.
"I don't know," Jesse finally offered what Finn had wanted to know. "She didn't show up."
"You should've told me that from the start!" Finn irrationally accused as he violently tore his hand from the collar of Jesse, who just made a face.
Finn started to pace around, running a hand through his hair. Then where was she? Rusty got injured and she took him to the vet? No, it didn't make sense because if so she would have called him. Did she have a car accident or something? No, it didn't make sense either because the hospital would have contacted him.
Oh, God. Where was his Rachel?
He really really hoped she didn't have an accident.
Finn stopped himself from pacing around and turned to face the curly haired man before mumbling. "I gotta go," with that, he rushed into the street to hail a cab.
"You're welcome," Jesse yelled at the back of Finn before walking away from the place.
A/N: For those who haven't read 'The Boy Next Door'; TBND is the story where Finn was forced to pretend to be Brody Weston, who was a photographer and had his self-portrait (nude) on display in the museum, to take care of Brody's aunt's pets. That's why Jesse called Finn 'Naked Man' here.
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