It Started With A Picture

by peyton4life

Free agent Finn Hudson has his sights set on one team: the New York Jets. The team who had his best friend as Quarterback. The team that was closest in location to his family. And it certainly didn't count against them that they were also the team who, hands down, had the hottest cheerleader. AU Future Finchel

14. Tigger, Roo and the Hunnies too

Disclaimer: Glee is not mine.

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"All Flight Crew to the rehearsal room! Practice in five. Anyone six minutes late will do the Slacker!"

Becky's PA warning in her head, Rachel hurried into the rehearsal room, practice poms and cell phone in hand, ready to stretch before beginning to work on the new Crew routine. Smiling and offering a wave to one of the girls in her group before silencing her phone, she set it down against the back wall with all the others, taking a few short steps away before dropping her poms in front of her and reaching her arms straight over her head. She felt her muscles loosen as she stretched right and left before reaching down to grab her ankles, her ponytail brushing the floor as she rocked her hips side to side.

Satisfied she was loose enough, she took a seat on the floor and settled into a straddle stretch, reaching towards her right foot as Holly plopped down across from her, cell phone still in her hand.

"Hi Holly," she breathed out, giving the redhead a quick smile prior to turning her head and placing her nose against her knee.

"Hey Rachel," Holly returned, bringing her legs into a butterfly as she watched Rachel switch to her left leg. "Looking more flexible there days; water boy loosening you up?"

Rachel rolled her eyes as she leaned forward, pressing herself flat to delay responding. She blew out a breath as she held her stretch, offering a tight lipped smile to Nikki when the other girl joined them. "I'm not dating Jacob, Holly."

"Just using him for sex then? I didn't think you had it in you," Holly teased, stretching her right leg to nudge Rachel.

"Rachel's using somebody for sex?" Nikki parroted with a grin before patting Rachel's leg. "Really? Good for you!"

"I'm not," Rachel denied, looking up as Holly's phone beeped. "You know you're supposed to leave your phone by the wall. Coach only wants us to have them to record the new routine once we've learned it so we can practice at home."

"I'll put it over there in a minute," Holly replied with a shrug.

"So Rachel, do you hump and dump?" Nikki asked, raising her arms over her head in a stretch. "I always have trouble getting out of there after sex."

"I'm not-" Rachel began, only to get cut off by Holly and her beeping phone.

"Ooo! There's a new post on the hunnies site," Holly announced gleefully, pressing a button on her phone to open the link. "Look Nikki! You have your phone?"

"Lemme see yours! I already put my phone by the wall!" Nikki cried. "I hope it's a candid."

"On the what site?" Rachel asked, sitting back up and bringing her legs into a butterfly.

"The HudsonHunnies site," Holly elaborated as she tilted the phone towards Nikki and clicked through her phone. "It's a site totally dedicated to him; they have all kinds of pictures and discussion forums. Some of these women are so pathetic but the candids make it worth it. Nikki and I have accounts."

"We do," Nikki said proudly, scooting even closer to Holly. "We have it set up to alert us whenever there's a new post."

"What's the new post?" Rachel asked curiously as she sat up, tucking her legs underneath her as she shifted towards Holly so she could see what was on Holly's phone.

"Oooo it's a picture," Holly squealed, tapping the screen to enlarge the photo.

"A...picture?" Rachel repeated, nervously running through the places they'd been recently in her head.

"I knew he'd need the extra large condoms," she smirked, tilting the phone towards Rachel.

"She's never wrong," Nikki agreed, trying to pull Holly's arm towards her so she could see better.

Rachel looked at the screen, her jaw dropping as she looked at the picture of Finn clearly taken during a practice; arrows indicating the outline of his penis through his shorts accompanied by the tag line size does matter ;).

"Oh my God! You subscribe to this?" Rachel blurted out, her mind going a million miles an hour.

"Yeah," Holly nodded cheerfully, busy analyzing the picture. "It's really easy, you just give an email and make up a username."

"Oh." Nodding weakly, Rachel thought of all of the other headers she'd seen on the page, her heart pounding at the thought of being caught in some of the candid pictures. Not wanting to hear Holly and Nikki analyze whether a certain fold of his shorts was his testicles or just the way the material bunched, she stood up and went to the wall to pick up her phone so she could view the site privately.

Holly lifted her head, noticing Rachel grab her phone. "Need me to send you the link, Rachel? It's-"

"I've got it," Rachel assured her, quickly typing in . Her eyebrows rose as she viewed the header "All Hudson, All the Time," with the same picture of Finn beneath it that she had taped in her locker. She scrolled down further in an attempt to find the candid pictures Holly had talked about, wanting to make sure there wouldn't be any pictures of her. Nervous, she bit her lip and pressed the candid link, her eyes closing in relief after a quick glance of some recent photos revealed no pictures of her with Finn.

Beyond curious and ready to see what else the site had, she pressed the back button on the browser and tapped the message board link, eyes widening as she read through some titles of the threads.

"Girlfriend?"

"For those of you who've slept with him, a Q..."

"Anyone know which car in the player's lot is his?"

"Any hot brothers?"

She clicked on a thread titled "Little Finn's appearances," smiling automatically at the thought of people dressing their children up as mini Finn's. Her jaw dropped again as instead of little kids in Hudson jerseys, she was staring at another close up of Finn's gym short covered genitals posted by a user named finnfuckedme. She pressed the back button again; clicking on another link in that thread, completely unaware of the fact that Quinn had entered the room.

"You really should put your phone away," Quinn warned as she put her phone on the floor next to Rachel. "Sue'll be in any minute; you can text him later."

"I'm not texting." Not bothering to look up, she clicked on a photo link entitled The College Years, amazed at how many candids there were from his time at Michigan.

"Then what are you staring at?" Quinn questioned, her tone suddenly suspicious. "You're looking up recipes for game night aren't you? I told you not to worry about that, just make whatever."

Rachel's eyes darted to the door, checking for signs of Sue coming. "I'm not looking at recipes. It's a website about Finn," she whispered, her eyes widening as she looked at a new thread entitled Finn's bedroom. "Holly showed me."

"What kind of website?" Quinn asked, leaning over to see for herself just as Rachel returned to the Little Finn post. "Oh my god is that really-"

"Yes!" Quickly Rachel scrolled down the post further, amazed at how many people were speculating on the size of Finn's penis. "Do you believe this?"

"It doesn't surprise me." She leaned closer, reading a post. "Holly showed you this?"

"She said she subscribed to it," Rachel muttered, never lifting her eyes from her phone.

"She tell you her name?" Quinn giggled, pointing to a username of hudsonhottiexxx. "Bet you that's her."

"You think?" Rachel mused with a roll of her eyes. "Is this normal? Does Noah have one of these?"

"A website? No," Quinn replied with a shake of her head, her eyes widening as she read a comment.

"Are you sure?"

"Rachel, trust me, I'd know. Puck has his Groupies but he definitely doesn't have a website. He wouldn't be able to stop talking about it if he did."

"I wonder if Finn knows," Rachel murmured, worrying her bottom lip as she looked at another thread.

"Probably not. Again, Puck would know and I'd never hear the end of it." Quinn looked up at Rachel, studying her face carefully. "You know these people are full of crap right? They're just fans-"

Rachel looked up ready to respond when Sue walked into the room, Becky hot on her heels. Quickly Rachel locked her phone and set it on the floor.

"Line up!" Sue barked into her bullhorn. Armed with her clipboard she waited until they'd lined up before she began pacing in front of them. "Ladies, we have a problem. My spies down in Dallas have just informed me that those tramps were booked to appear on Hollywood Now this week."

"Hollywood Now?" Holly repeated. "With Billy Kennedy?"

Sue looked over at Holly, slowly clapping while she glared. "Why yes, Juggs, with Billy Kennedy. Need to set your DVR?"

"No Coach," Holly replied with a shake of her head.

"Good. Now, this new routine is going to be so sharp, so edgy, Hollywood Now will look like a laughing stock for having those tramps on and not the Crew, am I clear?"

Rachel swallowed, joining in the chorus of girls replying, "Yes Coach."

"Let's get started then. Brittany! Front and center!" Sue demanded, snapping her fingers at Brittany, who quickly scrambled to Sue's side. "Listen to the song once then Brittany will take you through it. By the time we're done with this routine, those tramps will look like a toddler ballet class! Becky, hit it!"

Her mind still on those penis posts, Rachel half paid attention to Sue as she strode forward and settled into her directors' chair, the sounds of Icona Pop's I Love It filling the room. Giving her phone one last glance, Rachel picked up her practice poms and moved to the front line, trying to put the website out of her mind until she could talk to Finn. She mimicked Brittany's moves as she walked them through the routine, her body moving on autopilot once they entered the kickline portion of the routine. Ending the routine with the traditional DelMonico Drop, Rachel looked to Sue expectantly, waiting for her to allow them to stand.

"Again," Sue yelled sharply, her eyes scanning over the room. "Once more without music."

Rachel quickly stood back up, her eyes back on Brittany as they once again went through the routine. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Sue talking into a mini recorder as she watched the routine and Rachel bit back a groan, knowing that meant Sue was probably making notes about someone's performance. After finishing the routine again, she looked to Sue who merely said, "Music," causing the crew to all surge to their feet before Becky could hit play and Sue could yell at them for missing their cue.

Thoughts of the HudsonHunnies page temporarily gone from her mind, Rachel threw herself into the performance, her hair flying and hips rolling to the beat of the music. Smile in place she glanced over at Sue, noticing again she was talking into her recorder. Hoping Sue wasn't commenting on her, she forced her smile to be a little brighter, hitting her ending pose with a flourish. She took a deep breath as she waited with the rest of the Crew for Sue's comments.

She didn't have to wait long.

"The bottom of Abby Lee Miller's pyramid could have performed that better than you all just did," Sue barked into her bullhorn. "Get your phones and record the group leaders-group leaders give your phone to another veteran so they can record for you. Now."

Rachel hurried to the wall with everyone else and grabbed her phone, noticing she had a text from Tigger. She clicked on it, smiling as she saw a picture of his shirts in his closet with the text Which one? attached. Before she could hit reply, Holly began talking to her.

"Hey Rach, want me to record for you?" Holly asked as she grabbed her phone before dropping her voice to a giggly whisper. "Or I could just send you Nikki's video and sign you up for the Hunnies site-you might get some tips there."

Suddenly terrified that Holly would somehow know Tigger was Finn, or worse, go through Rachel's pictures and actually see Finn, Rachel's eyes widened as she stuttered. "Uh no, actually Danielle already offered to record for me." She turned to the girl next to her who was talking to Quinn. "Here you go Danielle."

Danielle took the phone, opening her mouth in confusion just as Sue yelled for them all to get their asses in gear.

"Thanks again." Rachel smiled and walked back to her mark, confident that Danielle wouldn't go peeking through her phone.

"Begin!" Sue barked, looking at Becky expectantly.

Rachel, Quinn, Brittany and Nikki flew through the routine effortlessly under Sue's all seeing eyes. Rachel, anxious to get her phone back in the safety if her hand, glanced longingly at it but knew better than to make a move before Sue gave the ok.

"Again!" Sue barked, making the girls scramble back into their starting positions.

When the group leaders were done performing the routine again, Sue broke them out into their groups, each performing the routine once before Sue sat them all down.

"Better. Though some of you still look like you've been taking lessons from a blind man," Sue acknowledged, pulling her glasses on to consult her clipboard. "I need to see the following ladies in my office. Chelsea H., Morgan and Emily. Group leaders, wait here for them. Everyone else, I'll see you tomorrow at 8 a.m. on the field."

Rachel looked over at Chelsea, offering her a comforting smile even as she hoped that whatever Sue wanted to see Chelsea for wouldn't take long. As the others filed out of the room, Rachel slid closer to Chelsea, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "Don't go in looking nervous, I'm sure it's nothing."

"I hope you're right," Chelsea muttered, looking up as Becky called her name. She stood up, offering Rachel a weak smile. "Here goes nothing."

"Hey want to go get manicures after this?" Quinn asked, taking Chelsea's spot next to Rachel.

"I can't," Rachel replied with a shake of her head. "We're having dinner with my dads."

"You finally going to talk about all of those House Hunters International episodes with your dad?" Quinn teased, reminding Rachel why she had ditched Quinn in the past.

"Of course," Rachel laughed, stretching her legs out in front of her. "But seriously, it's his first time meeting Dad and Daddy. He won't say, but I think he's nervous, so I want to get home quick."

"Yeah, he mentioned it to John," Quinn replied, using the code name they'd settled on for Puck. "He's nervous."

"I knew it. He was talking about it in his sleep," she replied with a giggle, her smile dying as she saw Chelsea come back in with Becky. She waited for the next girl to be called, noting that Quinn had been asked to accompany Morgan into Sue's office. "Well, what'd she say?"

"She said I sucked and if I didn't have this routine perfect by tomorrow I'd be cut," she replied miserably.

"You're not getting cut. You know she picks a person a week to threaten to cut. It's probably your week," Rachel reasoned, rubbing her hand over Chelsea's arm. "You have the video right?"

"Right, but Sue suggested I go over it with you." She picked up her poms. "Like strongly suggested."

"Oh," she said, unconsciously looking at the clock. "Well I..."

"It's ok, I can practice on my own with a mirror," Chelsea replied quickly.

"Don't be silly," Rachel insisted, picking up her own poms. "I'm your group leader. I'm practicing with you."

"Are you sure?" Chelsea worried. "Because I can call Bethany."

"Positive." She moved to the center of the dance floor. "Let's start with sexy hips. Ready?"

Chelsea nodded, moving next to Rachel, who began counting as they moved. Her body moving automatically, she snuck a glance at the clock.

Apparently dinner was going to have to wait.

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"Ok let's turn our attention to the AFC East match ups this week..."

Half listening to the sports report on ESPN, Finn stood shirtless in his closet, staring at the shirts lined up before him as he debated which one to wear to dinner. Surprised Rachel hadn't texted back yet, he pushed a group of polos aside, eyeing the button downs on the next rack over critically before pulling out a green one and a blue one. Unable to decide on which would make the perfect first impression, he reached into his pocket and pulled out of his phone, intending to call Kurt for his opinion but his phone rang before he had the chance.

Smiling at the screen displaying Rachel's name and picture, he quickly answered. "Hey baby. You on your way home yet? Because I really can't decide between the blue button down or the green."

"Hi! You know I love how the blue looks on you, with the blue and grey tie."

"Done," Finn breathed out, pulling the shirt off the hanger before he tried to locate the tie. "How close are you?"

"I'm actually not on my way yet-"

Finn poked his head out of the closet and glanced towards the TV, frowning at the time displayed on the cable box. "You're not on your way yet? I thought we had to be at your dad's at 6:00? It's already after 5:00."

"That's why I'm calling. One of the girls in my group was having trouble with our new routine and Sue won't let us leave until she gets it right."

"Oh. Quinn can't help her?" Finn asked, walking out of the closet.

"No, she's in my group."

"Seriously? So you have to stay late tonight?"

"Yes-"

"So we're not going to your dads? That sucks," he said, trying to hide his relief as he turned back towards the closet, ready to rehang his shirt and flop on the couch with a beer.

"Of course we're going! I'm just going to have to stay a little longer so I'll just meet you there instead."

"You'll meet me there?" he repeated as he stopped in his tracks, hoping he'd misheard her. "Like at their house?"

"Yes, I'll meet you there as soon as we're done."

"But baby, you said they're almost an hour away," Finn reminded her needlessly. "Shouldn't we just reschedule?"

"No, I'm sure I'll only be a little late and they're so excited to meet you!"

"They are?"

"Of course they are! Why wouldn't they be?"

Finn rubbed the back of his neck and swallowed, wondering if he could say he suddenly wasn't feeling well. Before he had the chance to try, Rachel spoke again.

"I have to run; I can hear Sue's bullhorn heading down the hall. I'll text you the address and I'll be there as soon as I can. I love you."

"I love you too," he replied, the hand holding the phone dropping back to his side as he ended the call, still standing halfway between the bed and the closet. The reporter on the TV droned on unheard as Finn turned the phone over and over in his hand, wishing she would call again to say she was just kidding. When it beeped he immediately checked the text message, sighing as he realized it was Rachel texting her dads address. He tossed the phone on the bed before he shrugged on his shirt, buttoning it as his phone beeped again. Hopeful again, he picked up the phone, realizing it was a notification that Rachel had tweeted. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he saw a picture of her hugging another Crew member, the text accompanying the photo saying staying late but having fun.

Resisting the urge to favorite the tweet, he closed the app and looked at the time, panicking as he saw how late it was. Frantic, he stepped to the mirror and draped the tie around his neck, knotting it automatically before turning off the tv.

Not wanting to be late he left the room and ran for the garage, pausing on his way through the kitchen to grab his keys before backtracking to take the covered dish of tiramisu from the fridge, carefully removing it and placing it against his side as he went to the garage. He set the tiramisu on the passenger seat of the car, debating if he should buckle it in before deciding he could hold it in place with a hand if he needed to. He turned on the radio, hoping the music would calm him as he set off on his drive to the Berry's, absently singing along.

A phone call interrupted his rendition of Losing My Religion and bored of singing, he accepted the call. "Hello?"

"Want to come shopping for throw pillows for the window seat in your kitchen? Sheets n' things is having a pillowpalooza."

"As much fun as that sounds, I can't." He gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Maybe next time."

"Fine then don't bitch about what fabric I pick."

"I've got bigger problems than that right now, Kurt," he griped. "I'm on my way to meet Rachel's dads. Alone."

"Oh. My. God. Are you proposing and asking for her hand?"

"Don't be stupid Kurt," he snapped although the thought made him warm. "It's just dinner. Rachel's running late and asked me to meet her there with the Tira Misu and the...oh shit."

"What?"

"The wine. I forgot the wine." He gripped the steering wheel again. "You have to help me. Her dads are like Jedi wine masters or something."

"I'm on it."

There was silence and static which he assumed meant Kurt was searching the Internet for a good bottle of wine. "Find anything?"

"Are you at the liquor store?"

"Gimme a few minutes."

"How much do you want to spend? There's a Cabernet Sauvignon that could do nicely but I don't know what they're serving for dinner. Or you could go with the Chardonnay but again, I'm not sure of the menu or your budget."

"Money's no object although I think it's stupid to pay a ton off money for a drink that tastes like feet." His eyes darted left and right looking for a wine store as he drove.

"Tell them that. That should go over big."

"Shut it." He spied a liquor store and pulled into the parking lot. "I'm here. What am I getting?"

"Go for the Cabernet."

"Got it. Talk to you later."

"Lemme know how it goes. Good luck."

One very expensive bottle of wine later and at almost 6:00 on the dot, Finn turned into the Berry driveway mumbling different greetings to himself as he parked the car and reached over to grab the wine and tiramisu, juggling them as he opened the car door and stepped out. "Hi Mr. Berry, I'm Finn, Finn Hudson."

Rejecting that one, he walked up the pathway to the front door while trying another greeting under his breath. "Hello Mr. Berrys', so nice to meet-" he said, repeating the words as he climbed the front steps.

Shifting the bottle of wine so that it was gripped by the fingers of the hand holding the tiramisu, he raised his hand to knock, the door swinging open right before his knuckles could connect with it. His planned greeting forgotten, he extended his hand for a shake, blurting out, "Uh hi, Mr. Berry's, I'm Finn."

"Hello there Finn," the man Finn recognized as Rachel's daddy Hiram said warmly as he shook Finn's hand. "Please, call me Hiram. And this is Rachel's dad Leroy; welcome-"

"Nice to meet you," LeRoy nodded looking Finn up and down before peeking around him. "Where's our girl?"

Swallowing thickly, Finn looked between the two men. "Um, one of the girls in her group was having trouble so she had to stay late."

"She didn't call?" LeRoy asked in surprise, looking to Hiram for confirmation.

"She only had a minute," Finn hurried to explain from his perch on the front porch. "And she said she'd be here as soon as she could."

"Still. I'm surprised she didn't call us to let us know," LeRoy commented.

"Well Sue was coming but she tweeted about it," he babbled nervously.

"I saw her tweet. I thought she tweeted it before she left practice."

"Does it matter, LeRoy? Come in, Finn." Hiram smiled, stepping back from the door so that Finn could enter.

Desperately wishing Rachel was there, Finn stepped inside to join the men in the foyer. "Uh, hi again."

"Here, let me take that," Hiram said, gesturing towards the dessert Finn had against his side.

Grabbing the dish with his right hand he handed it over to Hiram, the wine bottle still in his left hand. It brushed against his thigh and he lifted it, offering it to Hiram. "Oh, um this is for you. Thank you for inviting me to dinner."

Hiram took the bottle, his eyebrows lifting slightly as he looked at the label. "Thank you Finn. Why don't you two go get settled in the family room; I'll just get this into the kitchen and check on dinner. Finn, can I get you anything to drink?"

Remembering how Rachel had stuck to water at his parent's barbeque, Finn nodded. "Just some water please."

"I'll be right back with it," Hiram smiled before walking away, leaving Finn alone with LeRoy.

Wanting to break the silence left in Hiram's wake, Finn looked over to LeRoy, latching onto one of the man's earlier comments. "So you have a twitter?"

"I do," LeRoy nodded, making no move to lead Finn towards the family room. "My handle is Rachelsdad1."

Finn nodded, wondering if LeRoy followed him as well. "Mine is-"

"I know what yours is. I follow the Jets and they tweeted yours when you signed."

"Oh." Hoping Hiram would magically reappear with his glass of water Finn wracked his brain for something else to talk about but LeRoy continued before he could switch the subject.

"But I do look at who follows Rachel as well. She has a #1finnyfan following her. They follow you too. Is that an old girlfriend?"

"That's my mom," he explained hurriedly, not wanting LeRoy to think someone was stalking him and Rachel.

"I see," LeRoy nodded. "So do you don't have any exes following you?"

Finn's eyes went comically wide as he stared at LeRoy, his tie feeling unusually tight around his neck. "What? I don't think so-"

"You don't think so or you don't know?" LeRoy repeated, folding his arms over his chest.

"I have a lot of followers," Finn began, trying to remember some of the usernames of people following him.

"And a lot of exes?"

"Um, no sir, only a few."

LeRoy narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side as he considered Finn's words. Silently, he turned and headed down the hall.

Forcing his feet to move Finn followed him and entered the room behind LeRoy, his lips curving into an automatic grin as he saw an entire wall full of pictures of Rachel. Immediately, he headed towards it.

"That's Rachel's wall of fame," LeRoy explained when he noticed where Finn had headed.

"Wow," Finn said, looking at all of the pictures of Rachel in various dance costumes.

"She's always been very talented," LeRoy boasted as Hiram entered the room, setting a tray of drinks and bruschetta on the table.

"Rachel was four when she did that routine," Hiram explained, crossing the room to point out a picture of Rachel in a tiny two piece yellow bikini, a row of sequins and ruffles decorating the top of the bottom half. "She was a star even then-all the other girls in class were following her lead on stage."

"I bet they were," Finn agreed.

"She was a natural," Hiram continued, pointing out another picture of an even younger Rachel, dressed in a pink and blue striped leotard and tutu with tap shoes on. "This was her breakout routine; her performance of Heigh Ho was simply flawless. Wouldn't you agree LeRoy?"

"It was," LeRoy agreed from Finn's other side. "It's why she was center stage for the routine."

"She was?" Finn grinned, picturing a tiny Rachel standing on a big stage.

"Oh yes," Hiram nodded. "Get the tape LeRoy. Finn, prepare to be amazed."

Finn moved to take a seat on the couch across from the TV, taking a sip from the glass of water Hiram handed him as LeRoy crossed to the entertainment center, quickly locating a DVD and putting it in the machine. He couldn't help but grin when a much younger Rachel appeared in full costume not on stage, but what was apparently a home studio.

"Look at how dedicated she was; practicing at home," Hiram preened from his spot on the couch next to Finn.

Finn nodded, watching as Rachel simply pointed to her foot. Hiram's voice came through the video, asking Rachel to demonstrate her step again with wild applause being heard when she again pointed to her foot. The screen faded to black for a moment before the picture was replaced with a group of girls on stage. Finn grinned as he watched a tiny Rachel singing loudly as she tapped, her arms gesturing wildly as the little girl next to her just stood still and stared at Rachel.

"See how wonderful she was?" Hiram asked.

"Totally." Finn smiled, setting his water back down on the table in front of him. The screen faded again and Rachel appeared onstage in her yellow bikini, belting out the lyrics to Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini as she performed.

LeRoy sat on his other side, gesturing at the TV with a piece of bruschetta. "She was moved to a more advanced group the year after this since she clearly surpassed all the other girls in her group."

Finn nodded, wondering how many more routines they had before he burst out laughing as mini Rachel shoved another girl to get her to move. "Was she supposed to do that?"

"Of course not," LeRoy snorted. "But if Mikayla had practiced, she would have known they were supposed to chasse left and Rachel wouldn't have had to push her to get to her spot."

Taking his eyes off the screen for a moment, Finn glanced at LeRoy to see if he was joking. Sensing that he wasn't, Finn nodded in agreement. Sandwiched between her fathers, he continued to look at the screen, watching Rachel grow up on stage. Almost an hour had passed when he heard the front door open and Rachel call out.

"Hello? Dads? Finn? Where is everyone?"

"In the family room Pumpkin," Hiram called out, picking up the remote for the DVD player and pausing it as he stood up, moving to stand next to LeRoy.

Finn also stood, turning to see Rachel enter the room wearing a yellow sundress, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. He was about to step forward to greet her, stopping himself as he wondered if she should greet her dads first. Rachel solved the issue for him as she crossed to him with a grin.

"Sorry I'm late! Chelsea was having a tough time with our new routine. Hi," she said, rising up on her toes to kiss him.

Mindful of LeRoy's stare, Finn quickly turned his head, his lips grazing Rachel's cheek instead of her mouth. "Hi."

"That's all I get?" She pouted up at him. "I've been waiting for your kiss all day."

Finn bent down, intending to simply brush his lips against hers but the moment his lips touched hers he couldn't prevent himself from deepening the kiss, instantly relaxing into her as she cupped his neck. The moment was broken when he heard LeRoy clear his throat.

"That was a little better," she conceded, slipping her hand into his as she turned back towards her fathers, resting her head against Finn's arm.

"There's my girl," LeRoy exclaimed, emphasizing the my as he held his arms out towards Rachel.

"Hi Dad," Rachel smiled squeezing Finn's hand once before releasing it to hug LeRoy and give him a quick peck on the cheek before turning to Hiram and repeating her greeting."Hi Daddy."

She moved back to Finn, automatically linking their hands together again. "What were you guys watching?"

Hiram smiled, his romantic heart sighing as he watched Rachel's fingers weave between Finn's. "We were showing Finn your old performances. We're up to your lyrical duet with Quinn."

"You watched all of those?" she asked incredulously, turning her face up to Finn's. "I'm sorry you had to sit through that."

"I didn't mind," Finn replied, trying to ease her fingers from his as he felt LeRoy starting at their entwined hands.

"Still, I'm sure there was some kind of game or something you could have watched. Or Sports Center! Weren't they going to replay your interview today?" She turned to face her fathers, gripping Finn's hand even harder as she resumed boasting. "Did you see his interview after the game the other day? The reporter said he might set a new record this season!"

"I did see that," LeRoy nodded.

"I must have missed it," Hiram said apologetically, smiling slightly at Finn.

"Daddy's not very big on the sports shows," Rachel reminded Finn, resting her free hand on his forearm.

"That's ok," Finn shrugged modestly. "It's really not a big deal-"

"Not a big deal?" Rachel cried, looking up at him before looking over at her fathers again. "They said he might break the record for most received yards! Then he could hold the college record and the NFL record."

"Wow that sounds impressive!" Hiram nodded, before the buzzing of a timer interrupted.

"Perfect timing Rachel, dinner's almost ready. Why don't you all have a seat in the dining room and I'll bring out the salad." He moved to the coffee table, picking up the remains of the tray of bruschetta he'd brought out, placing Finn's now empty water glass on it as well.

"Can I help Daddy?"

"Sure, Pumpkin."

"Be right back," Rachel said, rising on her toes to press another kiss to Finn's cheek.

Finn smiled weakly as Rachel and Hiram left the room, leaving him alone with LeRoy.

"It is an impressive record," LeRoy conceded, his arms folding over his chest. "Even if your college one was set during a year Ohio State sorely lacked on the defensive side."

Unsure what to make of the backhanded compliment, Finn just nodded in agreement.

"Dining room's this way," LeRoy said before turning on his heel, expecting Finn to follow.

Finn hurried after him, wincing as he knocked his leg against the coffee table in his haste as he followed LeRoy down the hall and into the dining room.

"I sit there," LeRoy barked as soon as Finn moved for a seat.

"Oh. Ok." He moved around the table, choosing the seat directly across from LeRoy at the table and sitting down. Noticing the impressive tablescape, he blurted out. "I like your table. I mean, the plates and all. It's uh, nice the way the accents bring out the colors of the plates."

LeRoy arched his brows. "Thank you. Hiram takes his tablescapes very seriously and I can see you do too."

"My brother's always teaching me." Mentally kicking himself again for his lame word vomit he shot back up, almost knocking his chair over as Rachel and Hiram entered the room; Rachel carrying the wine while Hiram carried a tray laden with salad and bread. He pulled out Rachel's chair while she set the wine down, only reclaiming his seat when she was seated.

"LeRoy, why don't you pour the wine," Hiram suggested, sitting across from Rachel and smoothing his napkin over his lap. "I don't know if our Rachela told you, but LeRoy and I are members of a Wine Club."

"She mentioned that," Finn said as LeRoy filled his glass, hoping the wine he'd picked up would be good.

"Dad and Daddy are founding members of-"

"The Wineiacs," he supplied, proud he remembered the name of the group Rachel had told him they belonged to. He looked over to LeRoy. "You're the big cork-"

"Cork Master," Rachel corrected, rubbing her hand over his before she served herself a portion of salad.

"My dad's the Tire King," he blurted out, following Rachel's lead and serving himself. "I mean he has a tire shop and-"

"I've seen those commercials," Hiram nodded, serving both himself and LeRoy. "We just had ours changed at the dealership though, we're under warranty," he said apologetically as LeRoy finished pouring and sat down.

"So your father is Burt Hummel?" LeRoy asked, swirling his wine in his glass before taking a sip.

"He is," Finn agreed. "Well, he's my stepdad really. My dad died when I was a baby and my mom married Burt when I was 16."

"That must have been an adjustment for you," Hiram said sympathetically. "Going from a single parent to two I mean."

Finn shrugged. "It wasn't easy at first, especially since I gained a brother too, but we all figured it out." He took another bite of salad, almost dropping his fork as he felt Rachel rub his thigh under the table.

"Finn's brother Kurt is an interior designer Daddy," Rachel interjected. "You should see how he decorated Finn's house-his kitchen is a dream to cook in."

Finn swallowed, again feeling his tie was too tight as LeRoy stared at him, the frown on his face clearly conveying that Rachel better not know what any other part of Finn's house looked like.

"Rachel's been giving me cooking lessons," he blurted out, hoping LeRoy would think that was the only reason Rachel had seen his house.

"Is that so?" Hiram asked with a smile on his face. "Has she shown you how to make the famous Berry spaghetti sauce yet?"

"Um, kind of," Finn replied, remembering that they hadn't actually gotten to eat the sauce.

"Kind of?" LeRoy asked his eyebrows raised as he held a bite up to his lips.

"Well, it got burnt so-"

"Rachela, you burned the sauce?" Hiram cut in, resting his fork against his plate as he turned to Rachel. "You haven't burned sauce since you were 10!"

"I was distracted," she explained, a blush infusing her cheeks as she remembered how she'd been distracted.

"I see," LeRoy said, his lips firming as he looked between the two.

The table fell silent for a moment as everyone continued to eat. Thankfully, Hiram chose that moment to question Rachel about the routine the Crew was currently working on, allowing them to get through the rest of the salad course easily as Rachel chatted animatedly.

"Well, I'm glad you were able to help that girl so she won't get kicked off the squad tomorrow," Hiram said brightly as he looked around the table, noticing everyone had completed their salads.

"The main course should be just about ready," he continued, a smile crossing his face as he heard the kitchen timer buzz again. Quickly, he collected everyone's plates before heading back into the kitchen.

Finn looked down at the table as Rachel slipped her hand under his and laced her fingers through it. Instantly relaxing at her touch as she rubbed her thumb over his, he tossed her a smile as Hiram came back in, bearing a large covered dish.

"Dinner is served," Hiram declared, lifting the domed lid with a flourish, revealing four perfectly steamed lobsters over a bed of rice.

Finn resisted the sudden urge to clap at Hiram's display. "That looks amazing, Hiram."

"Thank you," Hiram preened as he served everyone their portion, including a buttery sauce, before removing the platter from the table, setting it on the buffet and taking his seat.

"So Finn, Rachel mentioned you might hold a record that you already hold for college? Where did you go to school?"

"The University of Michigan," Finn replied, unaware of LeRoy's allegiance to Ohio State. He picked up the claw cracker in front of his plate, eyeing his lobster but not quite sure how to use the cracker. "My best friend, Noah Puckerman, went there too."

"So you chose to play at Michigan," LeRoy said, his eyes narrowing at Finn, who was still having trouble with his cracker. "Because your friend was going there?"

"Well no," Finn explained hastily. "Puck going there was just kind of a bonus."

"I see. I presume you rushed a frat together?"

"Well its expected of football players but I studied as well." He eyed Rachel, currently busy cracking a claw and decided to mimic her movements, attempting to hold it the same way she was.

Finally managing to use the claw cracker correctly he squeezed, watching in horror as a chunk of lobster flew across the table, hitting LeRoy in the chest before falling into his lap. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry Mr. Berry! The cracker slipped-"

"It's fine," LeRoy said tightly, dropping the offending piece of lobster onto the table next to his plate.

"Perhaps we should have worn the bibs from Neil and John," Hiram chirped in, trying to smooth things over.

"You still have those?" Rachel asked with a roll of her eyes.

"Of course! They're commemorative lobster bibs," Hiram explained to Finn. "From our friends Neil and John's commitment ceremony at the Cape. A truly wonderful ceremony."

"That's cool," Finn nodded before smiling weakly and attempting to make a joke. "I could probably use one, I'm such a sloppy eater."

"I'll get one." Not realizing he was joking, Hiram nodded and quickly exited the room for a moment before returning with an oversized bib bearing the words "He's my Lobster; Neil and John May 5, 2010"

Finn stared at the bib before taking it from Hiram, hastily tying it around his neck. "Thanks, so um," he fumbled, trying to remember what they had been talking about.

"So you went to Michigan because your friend was going there?" LeRoy repeated.

"Daddy, leave him alone," Rachel interjected, her own eyes narrowing at him.

"What? I'm not allowed to talk to him about his college experience?"

"Just because he didn't go to Ohio State like you did-"

"It's ok. I don't mind," he assured her, determined to please her fathers.

"See? He doesn't mind," LeRoy continued innocently. "So you chose to go to Michigan because..."

"They offered me a great scholarship, and with my brother going to college at the same time, I knew it would be helpful to my parents if I took it. So I did," Finn explained as he reached for his wine glass.

"How thoughtful of you Finn," Hiram replied warmly. "See LeRoy, it's really Ohio State's fault Finn didn't play there."

"Daddy did I tell you that Noah is dating Quinn?" Rachel piped in, successfully switching the topic.

"Really?" Hiram said, noticing Rachel again rubbing Finn's hand.

Finn smiled weakly at Hiram before taking a drink of his wine. The rest of the dinner flowed smoothly, focused more on Rachel's off season international USO tour with the Show Group than on Finn himself. Halfway through dessert in the living room however; attention shifted back to Finn.

"So, Finn, what do you see yourself doing after football?" LeRoy asked, taking a spoonful of Tira Misu. "Excellent as always Rachel. You must not have been distracted."

"Dad!"

"It's not like he'll be playing football forever, Pumpkin. I think it's a valid question."

Finn rubbed his palm over his thigh nervously as he turned to look at LeRoy. "Well I plan on playing as long as I can, but I'd love to be a commentator when I do retire."

"So your degree is in communications?"

"Well no, my degree is actually in Physical Education."

"That's a weak major," LeRoy snorted.

"LeRoy," Hiram chided. "Not everyone takes pre-law classes before they're even in college." He looked over at Finn and smiled. "You'll have to forgive him. LeRoy knew he wanted to be a lawyer since he was 5."

"Wow." Finn nodded, not sure how to reply to that.

"Now I read about your contract. Can I assume you're investing wisely and creating a retirement portfolio?" LeRoy demanded.

"Dad! Stop!"

"Another valid question, Pumpkin." He brushed away her protest, glancing sternly at Finn. "Should he be lucky enough to marry you, I'd expect him to keep you in the life you're accustomed to."

"My finances are all good," he replied, eyes wide at the word marriage. "I'd definitely be able to provide for Rachel."

"And you didn't lose anything in the Ponzi scheme?" LeRoy pressed.

"The...the what?" he stammered.

"I bet you're more of an illegal sports betting kind of guy." He narrowed his eyes. "You bet on your own games?"

"Of course not!" he cried. "That's against NFL policy."

"Dad, knock it off," Rachel warned. "Finn would never do that."

"I just asked a question."

"Well stop." She glared at him which was ineffective since LeRoy continued to pound him with questions regarding his financial stability. "Dad! Enough! You haven't even commented on Finn's fantastic game last week!"

"He had a good game," LeRoy conceded. "Even if he did take a ridiculous penalty."

"A good game?" Rachel echoed. "He had a fantastic game! He was NFL Player of the Week!"

"My stats were ok," Finn added modestly.

"Babe, you got the ball 8 times for 114 yards!" Rachel insisted, too busy staring at Finn to notice LeRoy start at her use of endearment. "That's not ok, that's fantastic!"

"It sounds amazing," Hiram added warmly. "We always go to the games to see Rachel dance. Sandy provides us with excellent seats."

"Yeah he got my parents good seats too. Apparently he offered to let them sit in his luxury box. My brother was furious when my dad said no." He chuckled, imagining Kurt pouting.

"Oh they really should! He's had the Crew family up there, it's wonderful," Hiram replied enthusiastically. "Sandy really treats the girls very nicely."

"He just surprised us with new warm up suits in our lockers," Rachel added.

"I wish you could see the amazing new locker room the girls have, Finn. It's quite lovely," Hiram gushed. "I'll have to complement him on it at the charity dinner."

"I did see it," Finn replied without thinking. The surprised (Hiram) and suspicious (LeRoy) expressions on her fathers faces reminded him too late that he couldn't exactly tell them how he'd seen their locker room since it involved their daughter naked. "Uh...I..."

"You've seen it?" Hiram asked. "How?"

"Yes, Finn. How?" LeRoy echoed, his tone still suspicious.

"Sandy brought him in because he wanted his opinion," Rachel jumped in. "He's doing the boy's locker room over in a hunting motif."

"Oh! That sounds lovely," Hiram enthused. "We considered that for our sitting room but ultimately decided on a ski chalet motif."

"Oh, uh a ski chalet motif sounds nice. Sandy's on a tropical theme now. He wanted to bring in sand but luckily Coach talked him out of it," Finn shared as beside him, Rachel yawned delicately, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Excuse me," she said, stretching a little. "I didn't realize I was so tired."

Finn looked over at her, concerned since it really was only a little after 8:30. "You had a long day, we should probably go."

"You could stay here, Pumpkin," Hiram offered.

"Oh no, Daddy," she replied, standing up and moving to him for a hug as Finn stood also. "I have an early practice and with the drive it's just easier if I go home tonight."

Finn stuck his hand out to shake Hiram's. "Thanks for having me, dinner was great."

"It was our pleasure," Hiram assured him, releasing his hand so Finn could shake LeRoy's hand as well.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather just stay?" LeRoy questioned Rachel again as he followed the pair to the door.

"No," Rachel replied, rising up on her toes to give him one last kiss on the cheek. "But thanks."

"Call when you get home," he requested as she headed out the door with Finn.

"You sure you're not too tired to drive baby? I know you had a long day," Finn asked as he led her down the walk towards her car, his hand holding hers.

"I'm not tired," she said with a laugh, turning her face towards his. "I just said that to save you from more interrogation."

"Thank you for that." He squeezed her hand affectionately.

"But even with Daddy's interrogation, that went so well," she enthused. "i know my dads can seem kind of intense, but I could tell they really liked you."

"You think that went well?" He asked incredulously, stopping in his tracks. "Are you crazy? I hit your dad with my lobster!"

Rachel giggled again, pulling on his hand to get him to move. "Finny, I'm serious, it went well."

"Your dad liked me so much he's staring out the window to make sure I leave," he joked as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, his knuckles grazing against her cheek before falling back to his side. "Or maybe he's just watching to make sure I don't hit anything on my way out of the driveway."

"Well you don't have a lobster so I think you're safe," she teased, stopping as they got to her car. "Daddy's a hopeless romantic-"

"It's not your daddy watching, it's your dad." He smiled wryly, reaching behind her to open her car door.

Rachel rolled her eyes as she stood by the car. "Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye?"

He placed a chaste kiss against her lips, mindful of the window. "Bye baby."

"Again with the crappy kisses?" she pouted, wrapping her fingers around his tie to pull him closer.

Unable to resist her pout, he leaned down, brushing his lips over hers. "I'll see you at home," he said as he pulled away.

Not thinking anything of his phrase Rachel pursed her lips, pulling him back to her and placing her lips against his once more. "I just have to stop at my place real quick and I'll be over."

"For what? You have pajamas and stuff home," he argued.

"It's a surprise," she answered coyly, running a finger along his stomach suggestively.

"I'll be waiting," he promised, backing away towards his car and letting his mind run wild with all sorts of surprises Rachel might have for him. Once Rachel had left he followed suit, waving towards LeRoy who was still watching from the window.

He couldn't wait to get home.

---

"Finn?" Rachel called out, setting her purse on the kitchen counter and pulling out her phone so she could set it on the charger as she stepped out of her shoes.

"I'm in the game room," he yelled back.

Rachel padded down the hall, smiling as she saw him staring at the foosball table, his tie hanging loosely and the buttons of his shirt opened. "What are you doing?"

"Checking to make sure the rods are oiled for when Puck and Quinn come over Friday," he answered, spinning a rod quickly. "There. Now Puck can't say I rigged it."

"Did he really?" Rachel asked, her tone amused as she leaned against the pool table.

"Yeah, we played the other day when you were at rehearsal and he claimed I only oiled my half of the rods." He gave the rod another spin. "He'll probably blame his loss on Quinn this time."

She giggled. "Well he can't blame her in foosball since I don't have that at the apartment."

"The apartment?" He looked up at her confused. "What are you talking about?"

"For game night," she replied teasingly. "Remember?"

"Well yeah, why have it in the apartment when we can have it at here at home?" He rubbed his neck.

She shrugged. "All my games are at the apartment."

"Which is stupid since there's like a million closets in our house thanks to Kurt. You should just make one a game closet," he decided.

"Our house?" Rachel questioned sharply.

"Well it's your place too," he said, his lips quirking up. "I mean, wouldn't it be easier to keep them here? If you want to that is."

"I want to," Rachel said slowly, sure she'd misheard him say it was her place too.

"Then we'll do it," Finn replied, stepping close to her and rubbing his hands up and down her back.

"At our place," Rachel murmured, still in disbelief that he'd called it that. "In one of our empty closets."

"Exactly." He glanced down at her. "There's other empty closets you could have if you want for other stuff."

"So we're going to have it here. At our place," she stressed, trying out the words again.

"Right," he agreed with a smile. "Game night at our place. Better practice your foosball, babe."

"Which is here," she specified, gesturing around the game room.

"Yes," he told her, laughing as he looked down at her. "Why do you keep saying it like that?"

"I didn't know it was our place," she replied, stressing the word our.

"Oh." Finn just stared at her, suddenly unsure if he'd misinterpreted their situation. "I just thought that you know, we've been spending a lot of our time here, and..."

Rachel stared as his voice trailed off, watching as he stepped back and rubbed at the back of his neck. Her eyes went wide as he searched for the words to express what he felt, half afraid he'd take it back.

"And I love that," he mused, finally finding the right words. "I love getting to fall asleep with you and waking up next to you. I mean, my bed isn't my bed anymore, it's like our bed, if that makes any sense. And knowing I get to come home to you is pretty awesome."

Rachel's heart raced as she listened to him, her eyes misting with tears. "I love that too."

"And you have the codes and everything, and your own key," he continued nervously. "So I kinda thought this was becoming our place, that we were living together."

"Are you asking me to move in?" Rachel asked slowly.

"Uh huh." He reached over to wipe a tear off her cheek.

"Ok." A smile formed even as she continued to cry.

"Ok?" he echoed, a smile of his own appearing on his face. "Those are good tears right?"

"Very good tears." Her smile wide, Rachel launched herself at him, knocking him back into the pool table.

Finn caught her to him, easily lifting her up and laying his lips on hers in a quick kiss, releasing her lips so he could hug her closer to him. "Hey baby?" he mumbled into her neck.

"Yes?"

"Welcome home."

Rachel slid down his body, stretching on her tip toes so she could leave her arms around his neck. "I like the sound of that."

"Me too," Finn grinned, leaning down to kiss her again, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips before slipping inside. His hands moved from her lower back to her ass, pressing her closer to him as she moaned.

Rachel lifted her hands and locked them in Finn's hair as his lips left hers to travel down her throat, nipping lightly as he went. She lifted his face back to hers, capturing his lips again as she moved her hands to his shoulders, shoving at his shirt.

Frantically, he shrugged his shoulders, helping her move his shirt down his arms, her fingers fumbling at the buttons on his wrists. When his shirt hit the floor he tore his lips from hers, quickly taking off his undershirt before reattaching his lips to hers. He ghosted his hands up her sides before cupping her breasts lightly, his thumbs stroking her already hardened nipples. Wanting to feel her bare skin against his he reached around her, trying to find the zipper of her dress. He groaned as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, his hand fisting the material at the back of her dress. Breathing heavily, he pulled away to stand behind her, pushing her into the pool table.

Her arm lifted and wound around his neck as she turned her face towards his, her lips finding his, a moan slipping out as his hands slipped under the skirt of her dress. His hands traveled the familiar path between her legs, making her fingers tighten on his neck when he stroked a finger over her already damp core. "Finn!"

"Yeah baby?" he murmured huskily while he removed her hand from his neck and placing it on the edge of the table in front of her.

She looked back over her shoulder, keeping both hands on the edge of the table. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip as his fingers continued to caress her. "Ooh. More."

Raising his other hand he pushed her hair over her shoulder before tracing a finger over the back of her dress right above the zipper. Teasing them both, he lowered the zipper slowly, his breath hitching at the sight of the black lace she wore under her dress. He moved his hand out from under her dress, placing both on her hips to turn her around to face him.

Eyes focused on his, Rachel slowly peeled the straps of her dress down her arms, causing it to fall completely to her feet and reveal the tiny scraps of black lace passing as lingerie currently residing on her body.

"Fuck," he growled, the sight of her in an incredibly tiny black lace bra and thong making him even harder.

"Surprise...oh!' she squealed as he lifted her up, setting her on the edge of the pool table and settling his lips at her breast. Her breath hitched as she looked down, watching him tug down the lace covering her breasts with his teeth. When his lips finally closed around a nipple she arched her back, offering more of herself to him. "Finn baby, more."

He lifted his head slightly, blowing on her nipple before capturing it again between his lips. His hand slipped between her legs, grinding the heel of his hand against her core. Lifting his gaze to hers he slipped a finger inside her, watching her face as she moaned and rocked her hips against him. "You like that?"

"Finn, baby, please," she whined, her hands again fisting in his hair. "I want you."

He ignored her, instead slipping another finger inside her, curling them as his mouth moved to her other breast. His thumb circled around her bundle of nerves as his fingers continued to thrust, her walls fluttering around him as she came.

"Oh God," she panted as he withdrew his fingers and instead placed his hands on the sides of her thong. She lifted her hips, allowing him to pull the thong from her body before she reached out with her right hand, tracing over the outline of his erection through his pants. "I want you, now."

Quickly Finn unbuttoned his pants, hissing as she drew the zipper down at the same time. He pushed his boxers down his legs, stepping out of them and his pants simultaneously as Rachel leaned back on her hands, licking her lips as she opened her legs wider. He stepped between them, teasing his erection over her slick folds a few times. "You ready babe?"

"Finn, now," she whined, locking her leg behind him and pulling him into her. Rachel moaned, stilling as he filled her. She licked her lips and looked up at him before lifting her right leg, placing it against his shoulder and pulling him even deeper inside. "Oh, fuckbaby yes."

"Shit baby," he growled lowly, his right hand covering her left on the table as he pulled his hips back slightly before snapping them back against her. Lowering his head he nipped her bottom lip as he repeated his action, slipping his tongue inside her mouth as she moaned.

She lowered herself to her elbows and pushed her hips into his, moaning as she felt him go deeper. "Oooo! There baby, more!"

He moved faster, his hips slapping noisily as his body caged hers, pressing her leg back against her. "Shit, Rachel!"

Her elbows slid on the table, rubbing her hands against the felt. "Fuck," she whined, thrusting her hips towards him. "Harder!"

He raised his head and kissed her ankle before opening her leg to the side and putting his hands on her hips, yanking her closer while simultaneously causing her to lay flat on the table, her arms stretched out above her head. His hands left her hips, one moving to play with her breasts as the other moved between them, again circling her nub.

"More! Oh God!" she screamed, moving her hips desperately as her head thrashed side to side. "Oh!...fuck baby...I'm...oh God!"

He felt her walls start to flutter around him while her back arched off the table. Quickly he grabbed her hand, yanking her into a sitting position against him as she came. Her release triggered his own and he groaned, his face puckering as he came.

Burying his face in her neck, his breath came out in a shudder before he gently kissed her neck. He linked his fingers with hers, lifting his head at her gasp. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Rachel assured him, bringing their joined hand up between them. Uncurling her fingers she opened her palm, showing him the red rash from where she'd scraped it against the felt of the table.

Finn ducked his head to kiss her hand. "Sorry baby."

"Totally worth it." She grinned as she rested her forehead against his. "My poms will cover it anyway."

"Good." He kissed her lips again before lifting her off the table. "Because we're not done celebrating yet."

"We better not be," she replied saucily, fisting his penis for a second before she released it and hopped off the pool table. She managed to take about five steps before he scooped her up. "Finn!"

"I told you, we're not done," he growled walking out of the game room with Rachel in his arms, adjusting her so that she could wrap her legs around him. "We're celebrating and celebrating hard."

"Bring it." She pulled his face to hers, kissing him hard as he walked.

After a round against the hallway wall and another in the shower, Finn strolled out of the bathroom, pouting slightly at the sight of Rachel in bed already wearing pajamas, looking at something on his iPad. He crossed to the bureau and pulled out a pair of pajama pants. "What are you looking at baby? More ways to celebrate living together? Because I could think of a few," he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"I think we've got that covered," she giggled, stretching out with her head by the foot of the bed and crossing her ankles in the air behind her.

"So then what are you looking at?" He dropped his towel, quickly slipping on the pajama bottoms.

"Have you ever heard of the HudsonHunnies?" she asked, raising her head to look at him.

"The what?" He grabbed the towel off the floor, tossing it back into the bathroom and hoping Rachel didn't notice it landed on the floor.

"The HudsonHunnies," Rachel repeated, waiting for him to join her on the bed.

"Um no, what's that?" He sat down next to her on the bed, crossing his legs underneath himself as he peered down at the iPad. "Whoa! What's that?"

"It's a website all about you," she explained, tilting it so he could see better. "You've really never heard of this?"

"No baby, I swear." He peered at the screen. "What's it for? Fantasy football?"

She shook her head no. "It has all kinds of stuff. There's pictures and discussion forums-"

"Discussion forums?" he repeated blankly as he lay next to her. "Oh like stuff about my stats and stuff?"

"Well there is that," she conceded. "But there's other stuff too. They have candid pictures and all these different sections to talk about you. See, there's a Friends With Finn forum, a Finding Finn one which is where they post pics of you out and about and there's even a Finn Fantasies one, though I haven't looked at that yet."

"Seriously?" He made a grab for the iPad, only to have Rachel hold it hostage. "Let me see!"

"I can't believe you didn't know about this site before," she mused in surprise, setting the iPad between them as she looked over at him. "There's posts on here from when you were in Cincinnati."

He shrugged before rolling to his back, turning his head to look at her. "I didn't. I mean, I've never googled myself before or anything."

"But still. I'd think Santana would have told you."

He shook his head, eyeing the tab labeled Finn Facts. "Santana? She probably doesn't know about it."

Rachel rolled her eyes, a snort of laughter escaping. "Yeah, ok."

"What? I'm sure she doesn't," Finn repeated, rolling to his side to rub his hand over Rachel's back.

"She says she knows everything about you," Rachel reminded him. "Your business is her business."

Finn shook his head again. "She didn't know about you."

Rachel contemplated that for a moment, her eyes lighting up as a thought entered her mind. "Maybe she's the one who started it!"

"I doubt it baby," Finn laughed, his hand slipping under the elastic of Rachel's pajama shorts and settling on her ass. Pleased to feel she had no panties on under her shorts, he stroked softly as he peered at the page. "How did you find this, anyway?"

"Holly told me about it," she said matter of factly as she clicked on the Finding Finn section, clicking on the first picture there.

"Oh I remember her!" he exclaimed, his hand pausing on her ass.

"Do you?" Rachel returned, arching her eyebrows at him.

"It was at that charity event in Miami," he hastily clarified. "She said she wanted a picture for her kid."

Rachel scrunched her nose as she eyed him. "Seriously?"

"Yeah." He frowned. "I thought it was weird when she wanted me to take a picture with her while her kid watched."

"Uh huh," Rachel pressed the back button on the browser before clicking on another picture.

"Are there any pictures of us on there?" he asked, trying to look at the different tabs.

"No, I already checked when Holly told me about the site."

"She says she follows this?"

"Uh huh," Rachel murmured, clicking on a listing of usernames. "So I'm going to follow it too."

"You want a name for this?" Finn asked, surprised as she continued to look through names.

"Of course." She grinned. "How else will I know what you like in bed?"

"You've done pretty well without that website," he commented cheekily, giving her ass a squeeze. "So I don't think you really need to join."

"I'm joining. Help me think of a user name." She bit her lip in contemplation. "Finnfan is too generic, maybe ilovefinn?"

"What about futuremrshudson?" he asked quietly.

"It's taken," she replied, not even looking at him but offering a counteroffer. "What about finnismylobster?"

"Funny, Dee." Looking at the iPad he caught on to the suggestive tone for most of the names. "Finnlovestofuck," he suggested.

"While that's true, that's already taken too," she laughed, nudging her shoulder against his. "What about tiggerlovesroo?"

He shook his head no, tapping a finger against his lips. "Finnsfavoritefuck?"

"That better be true, but no."

"Of course it's true." He climbed over her, caging her underneath him as he slid his arms under hers and rested his mouth by her ear, murmuring low. "HottieforHudson? Hudsonho?"

"No and no," she giggled, squirming underneath him. "Come on, think or I'll be forced to use TurkeyChili as a name."

"Happilyhumpinghudson," he threw out, half serious as he kissed her jaw.

Rachel pursed her lips before nodding and quickly entering her information. "Done."

"Seriously?" Finn asked, surprised she'd picked that one.

"I like it," she explained, going back to the forums. "And it's certainly apt."

He grinned against her neck as he scattered a few kisses, a hand reaching under her shirt to roam against her rib cage. "It really is."

"There's someone who goes to the same gym as Kurt," Rachel said, enjoying the casual back and forth movement of his hand on her stomach. "They started taking this Sweating to the Oldies class because of him."

"Really?" He stared in surprise. "Why?"

"I guess to get info about you." She clicked on the picture accompanying the post, snorting a laugh at the unflattering picture of Kurt mid drink and wearing a pair of striped gym shorts under his tank top. "He wears a headband?"

"No clue babe," Finn laughed, the hand under her shirt moving up to a breast. "But I'm so making that my Christmas card this year."

"They're bummed you haven't gone to class with him," Rachel commented, scrolling down as she enjoyed his boob massage. "Maybe you should go. It'd be a nice way to get involved with your fans."

"Not gonna happen," he replied firmly. "They say anything else about Kurt that I can use against him?"

"Oooo they have pictures of the two of you at lunch," she squealed.

"So?" He stared at the page, not understanding why she was so excited. "We do that all the time."

"That was taken before someone confirmed it was your brother," she laughed, pointing at the picture of him and Kurt at a restaurant surrounded by shopping bags. "Apparently it caused quite a stir among the Hunnies."

"Oh!" he exclaimed, catching onto her implication. "They thought I was gay?"

"Don't worry fuckedbyfinn cleared it up," she teased. "According to him that picture and subsequent speculation quadrupled your gay fan base though."

Finn rolled off her, trying to read her face as he lay on his side. "You know these people are making stuff up right? I mean, they're just fans-"

"I know," she laughed, turning her attention back to the iPad.

"Seriously? So you're not mad?"he asked carefully.

"Well since I know you weren't out fucking whoever finnismysexgod is last night because you far too busy fucking me all night, it made me laugh."

"Good, because you're the only one I want to be with," he said firmly.

"I know," she replied idly. "That's what I told Quinn-"

"You told Quinn?" His face twisted into a horrified expression.

"Yes, we looked at the site together before Sue started practice," Rachel explained, rolling onto her side to look at him. "Why?"

"Because that means Puck's going to know," he groaned, flopping onto his back. "Which is bad. Like really bad."

"So? What's the problem with that?" she asked, busy typing something on the iPad.

"Problem? He's never going to let me live this down!"

"He won't say anything. He's probably jealous he doesn't have a page," she assured him, clicking on the photo Holly had shown her earlier outlining Finn's genitals. "Look at this one."

"Whoa!" he exclaimed staring at the picture for a moment before looking over at a smiling Rachel. "Hang on, are they saying I'm little?"

"No baby," she assured him. "They probably thought they were being cute calling it that. There's a whole other thread about your size."

"Seriously?"

"Of course," she replied sassily while containing to scroll through the thread.

Finn stared at her for a moment, waiting for her to elaborate. When she didn't, he nudged her shoulder gently. "Well?"

"Well what?" she said innocently, biting her cheek to keep from giggling.

He nudged her again. "You know what. What'd they say?"

"You wanna see?" she asked with a laugh as he started to tickle her side.

"Just tell me," he demanded, his fingers continuing to tickle.

Rachel swatted his hand, her giggles increasing. "The latest one said-" she wheezed, unable to continue.

"Said what?"

"Stop!"

"It said stop?" He laughed, switching sides.

"Stop and I'll tell you," she breathed out, taking a deep breath when his fingers stopped moving. "You really want to know?"

"Rachel," he growled, fingers tightening on her side.

"Ok, ok," she giggled. "The last one mentioned you knowing how to use all nine inches-"

He rolled over so he was lying on top of her, pressing against her core. "Yeah?"

Rachel licked her lips as she watched his gaze sweep over her. "Yeah. Want to know who posted it?"

"Who?"

"Me," she smirked, pulling his face down to hers.

Absently he shoved the iPad from the bed, rolling over with her so she was on top of him as she giggled. She sat up, pulling her shirt over her head. "I thought of another screen name."

"Yeah?" He sat up also, his hands tugging on her breasts.

"Mmmhmm." She pressed a kiss to his lips before maneuvering above him to rid herself of her shorts. Finn doing the same with his own pants beneath her. "Want to know what it is?"

"You know I do." Freed of his pants, he reattached himself to her breast, flicking his tongue over her nipple a few times before taking it in his mouth.

She smirked, positioning herself over him and sinking down on him. "FuckmeFinn. It's FuckmeFinn."

He grinned, pulling her down to him as she began to move.

The rest of the site could wait.

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Two days later, and with most of her belongings moved in, Rachel arranged the rest of the celery stalks onto the platter with the other vegetables. Her need for perfection rearing its ugly head, she eyed the platter critically and decided it needed more carrots. She walked to the fridge and opened it, catching Finn out of the corner of her eye as he snatched a stalk of celery. "Finn!" she exclaimed, closing the door to the fridge with her hip. "That's for company!"

"Company?" he asked, confused. "I thought it was just Puck and Quinn, are we having more people?"

"No, silly," she said as she arranged more carrots on the platter. "We're the hosts, therefore they are the company."

"Well I highly doubt they'll miss one celery stalk babe." His hand reached for a carrot only to be smacked away. "Ouch," he said with a pout as he rubbed his hand where she had smacked him.

"I told you not to touch. Why don't you go grab Pictionary out of the hall closet? I think we'll play that first." She caught her tongue between her teeth as she again checked her vegetables, hoping the tray was finally perfect.

"Yes, dear," he answered in a teasing tone, dropping a kiss on her head before he headed down the hall to grab the game. He stopped at the closet and opened the door, shaking his head again as he surveyed the contents.

The previously mostly bare closet was now filled with every type of board game, including several deluxe editions of Monopoly and Scene it. Finn eyed the stack of game boxes in the closet, wondering if Rachel was personally keeping Milton Bradley in business. The game she had told him to grab already forgotten, he called out. "Babe, which game did you want me to grab?"

"Pictionary, Finn," she called back from the kitchen. "It's a great group game."

He located the game easily once he realized she had them organized alphabetically. "Anything else?" he yelled out before closing the closet door.

"No, that's a good start. We'll let Quinn and Noah pick the next one since we picked that."

He set the box in the game room before going back to the kitchen. "Oh we picked that huh?" He placed his arms on the counter around her, caging her in as he nuzzled her neck. "Maybe I wanted to play Connect Four."

"Don't be silly," she replied as she turned in his arms. She placed her arms loosely around his neck as she continued. "That's a two player game."

"My point exactly." He quirked an eyebrow. "Maybe I just want to play with you."

"Hmm. I may know a two person game we could play later," she replied flirtatiously, running her hands over his chest.

"Why wait?" he asked while beginning to place light kisses along her neck. His hands skimmed under the shirt she was wearing to stroke up her sides to her breasts.

"Finn. We're having company soon," she insisted even as her head fell back, giving him more access to her skin. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs moving tenderly over her already hardened nipples.

He pulled his face from her neck and leaned over her, trapping her body against the counter as he moved his lips a whisper away from hers. "Puck's always late. Always."

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips before responding. "I'm still not sure. What if he's not?"

He closed the gap between their lips in a teasing kiss, slipping his tongue inside her mouth before pulling back and nipping at her bottom lip. His hands continued to lazily stroke her breasts as he looked her in the eye. "Did that convince you?"

"I don't know, I think you should try again," she breathed out while wrapping her arms around his neck to pull his face back down to hers.

"Yeah?" he asked as his hands slipped down her body to grip her hips.

"Uh huh," she replied while fisting her hands in his hair, trying to pull his mouth back to her.

With a smile he leaned down and placed his lips back over hers. He swallowed her moan as he slipped his tongue back in her mouth while lifting her up to place her onto the cool granite countertop. He felt her hands slip to his shoulders in shock but he just kept kissing her, moving from her lips to her neck while his hand parted her legs to stand between them. His hand continued to travel up her legs, easily slipping under her skirt to reach her core. He rubbed his finger over her panty covered core before pushing it to the side and pushing a finger along her folds.

"Finn?" she breathed as his mouth left her lips to suck on her pulse point. "We can't-"

"We can," he murmured against her throat.

"Says who?" she purred, her hands gripping his head.

"Me." His lips left her throat as he picked his head up to stare at her through eyes clouded with lust and desire before he leaned forward to attack her lips.

Completely forgetting about the impending company and lost in the moment, she dug her nails into his shoulders while arching her hips against his hand, trying to get him to really touch her. Her heels hit a cupboard as he captured her breast through the thin cotton of the shirt. "Finn," she said with a whine.

"Yeah baby," he replied huskily as he lifted his head from her chest. His fingers continued to stroke her, teasing her by going achingly slow over her center. He took in the sight of her on the counter, still clad in the now damp t-shirt with her face flushed, wondering how she was so fucking sexy. "What do you want?"

"Touch me," she moaned with another wiggle.

"Mmm, but I am," he said as he leaned over and lightly bit her neck before sliding his tongue over the mark to sooth it.

"More," she told him with a breathy moan.

"Like this?" he asked as he slid his finger along her bare skin slightly firmer than he'd been doing.

"Yes," she groaned as she threw her head back. It hit the cupboard with a crack but she was too far gone to care. "More, baby."

He continued to stroke his finger along her, occasionally teasing her by sliding one or two fingers inside her. His thumb flicked over her and he watched her grip the countertop and bite her lower lip, each bite making his own body ache for release but he was determined to make her come first.

Fisting his other hand in her hair he pulled her head back, exposing the soft skin of her throat before attaching his lips there. He sucked gently while he continued to stroke and was rewarded with the sound of her moan as her walls clenched around his fingers. As she sat panting on the countertop he quickly shoved his shorts down, admiring how incredibly sexy she looked as she pulled off the shirt she was still wearing. Grinning, he pulled her to the edge and slowly pushed inside her, simply shoving her panties to the side.

"Oh! Oh God!" Her head fell back as he filled her and she once again smacked it against the cupboard. She didn't even feel it as she kept thrusting her hips forward to meet his. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her, eyes dark with desire, and she reached over to pull his face to hers for a scorching kiss. "Yes, baby yes!"

"Fuck, Rachel!" The feel of her lips on his while her body moved in sync with his was too much and he began thrusting faster, desperate to find his own release. With a shudder and groan he pressed his lips to her neck as he spilled into her.

She sat on the counter her legs still wrapped around him while she began to smooth her hands down his back in lazy strokes. "I like the way you play."

"You're pretty good yourself." His eyebrows raised as she grinned up at him and pulled his face down to hers for a lingering kiss just as the door opened.

"Anybody home?"

Puck's voice filled the house causing Rachel to detach herself from Finn as she squealed, jumping down from the counter and throwing her shirt back on as Finn pulled his shorts back up.

"Just a minute," she trilled back, tunneling her fingers through her hair. She turned to Finn, slightly panicked. "How do I look?"

"You look fine," he told her, wisely not mentioning the hickey he'd left on her neck.

Just then, Puck entered the kitchen, Quinn trailing behind him. He smirked as he took in Finn and Rachel's rumpled appearance. "Are we interrupting?"

"No, you're right on time," Rachel replied quickly, smiling brightly at the pair. "I'm so glad you could come! Can I get anyone a drink?"

"Just water," Quinn told her, smiling as she swiped a carrot stick and smiled at the picture of Finn and Rachel on the fridge. "Finn your house is gorgeous."

Rachel beamed. "I'll have to give you a tour," she decreed.

Puck eyed the food in front of him. "You got beer or just water to go with this rabbit shit?"

"We have beer. Finn has some Blue Moon all set in the game room." Slightly indignant, she picked up the tray and began heading towards the room. "But as for the food, I can assure you this is both healthy and delicious."

"I've got some chips. I'll grab them and the drinks," Finn added, trying to play peacemaker as he watched them head from the kitchen before he walked to the pantry and pulled the bag of chips from the cupboard.

"Great. Now that that's settled, I'm going to show Quinn around," she decreed with a grin, her annoyance of Puck making fun of her food fading at the thought of showing Quinn around. "You two go ahead and relax, we'll be right in. And Finn?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Don't forget a bowl for those chips. Come on Quinn," Rachel chirped, leading her back down the hallway as Finn and Puck headed into the game room. She turned into the den, almost pulling Quinn into the room. "This is the den."

Quinn nodded, smiling as she looked around the room, her eyebrows lifting as she noticed the Tigger blanket. "Nice blanket."

"It's our cuddle blanket," Rachel explained, rubbing her fingers over it.

"I see." She smiled before walking to the mantle to examine the pictures there.

Noticing Quinn looking at the picture of Finn and Puck in their togas, she giggled. "Kurt made their togas."

"Seriously?" Quinn asked with a laugh before moving on to the next picture, one of Finn and Rachel grinning in her kitchen at her apartment. "That's cute-oh! You put our picture here!"

"Of course I did!" Rachel beamed, fingering their graduation picture. "Now come on."

She tugged Quinn from the room, stopping to show her a powder room and a family room on the way to the bedroom, bypassing the game room completely. Her voice proud, she opened the door to their room. "This is our bedroom."

Quinn's eyebrows shot up as she stepped inside. "Wow."

"I know!" Rachel squealed. "Now, I'll definitely want some new throw pillows and a new comforter but isn't it amazing? And look at this!"

Quinn looked around in amazement at the spacious room as Rachel dragged her to the far side of the room. "Where are we going?"

"Here." She flung open the door to what had once been Finn's walk in closet but was now hers. "The bedroom has two walk-ins and Finn moved his stuff to the smaller one so I could have the big one. You believe he didn't even know there were two closets in this room? Kurt was horrified."

Quinn giggled. "That doesn't surprise me."

"Here, come look at the bathroom." Excited, she dragged Quinn over to the bathroom.

"I could live in here," Quinn laughed as she took in the spacious bathroom, staring at the tub. "Does that play music? Puck needs one of those."

"Tell him to talk to Kurt," Rachel giggled and exited the bathroom, leading Quinn into a guest bedroom before taking her to the game room, finding Finn and Puck plowing through the chips. "And here's the game room," she added unnecessarily, moving to sit next to Finn on the couch.

"Tour complete?" he asked as she snuggled into him.

"It is. Are you two ready to play? I thought we'd start with a classic Berry family game to kick off the festivities." She pushed the food to the edges of the table, proudly announcing, "Pictionary."

"Pictionary?" Puck repeated, horrified. He turned to Quinn accusingly. "When you said game night I thought that meant cool games like Halo."

"Pictionary happens to be the world's number one drawing game!" Rachel cried. "It's a classic! It says it right on the box!"

"Yeah? Does it say it's boring as hell on the box too?" Puck askedas he stuffed chips in his mouth followed by some beer. "And shouldn't Q and I pick the first game since we're the guests?"

Not at all flustered, Rachel replied smoothly. "Quinn and I always play Pictionary first on game nights, I knew she'd pick it, right Quinn?"

Three pairs of eyes turned to Quinn who answered quickly. "Yup," she said brightly while helping Rachel set up the game. "It's fun."

Rachel set the box of clues in the middle of the board. "Ok, teams are me and Finn versus you two ok? Now, it's an all play to see who goes first. You want to draw Finn or you want me to?"

"Ladies first," he said gesturing to the board, secretly not wanting to draw at all since he sucked at it.

"Come on Quinn," Rachel said as she drew a card. She looked and passed it over, pen poised over the paper. When Quinn picked up her own pen, Rachel turned to Finn. "Flip the timer, babe."

"Got it." Finn flipped the timer, eyes trained on Rachel's paper as he tried to decipher her drawing.

"Circle, oval, plate, nipple?" Puck guessed next to him, frustrated. "What the hell is that?"

Finn snorted at his guesses as he looked and finally saw what Rachel was drawing. "Earth!" he said excitedly, knocking the timer over.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, pumping her arms in the air before giving him a kiss. "I knew you could get it!"

"Earth? How the hell was I supposed to get Earth from that, Q?" Puck asked, jabbing a finger at the paper in frustration.

Rachel glanced over at their paper. "Hmm that's how I drew it and Finn got it," she said innocently. "Maybe next time when you get to draw it won't be so hard."

"This game sucks," Puck declared before taking another sip of beer.

"It doesn't," Rachel insisted as she passed the pen to Finn.

Finn caught Puck's eye roll. "Hey baby," he began, trying to stave off another argument. "Why don't we play wii instead?"

"But I like Pictionary," she said with a pout.

"You're the only one," Puck piped up with a shrug.

"I am not!" she said with a huff. Remembering she wanted to be a good hostess she bit back her retort. "Fine. Finn, will you please put away the game while I create Noah's mii?"

"Of course," he replied, giving her leg a gentle squeeze.

She instantly relaxed and shot him a grin. She turned the wii on and grabbed a controller, set to create a mini Noah. She turned and glanced back at him as she began the process.

"Give me a remote Berry, I'll create my own mii," Puck told her as he stood up from his seat next to Quinn.

"Oh no, Noah, on my wii I create all the mii's, right guys?" Hearing a 'yeah' from both Finn and Quinn she smiled at Puck.

"You better make me look good," he threatened, frowning as he realized she'd already named his mii Noah.

"Don't worry, I'll make it an accurate likeness," she promised while selecting the Mohawk hairstyle. She flew through the rest of the process, ignoring his protests about her choices and only pausing when it came time to select the shirt color.

"You have the purple shirt right?" Rachel asked as she turned to Quinn. The wii mote was poised above the purple square on the screen, ready to select it.

"Yep," Quinn replied as she swirled a stalk of celery in the hummus.

"Ok," Rachel pressed the button selecting purple and waited for Noah's mii to pop into view.

She smiled at the mohawked mini Noah walking on the screen. "There! He looks just like you," she said proudly.

"What the hell, Berry?" Puck called out as his mii came onto the screen. "I wanted the green shirt."

"Quinn has purple, so you need purple Noah," she said while passing him the wii mote.

"Couples should match, that's why Finn and I are both pink," she insisted.

"Aw, Huddy got to be his favorite color so why didn't I get to be?" Puck asked with a smirk at Finn.

Finn accepted his controller from Rachel, waiting until she walked over to hand out the other controllers before flipping Puck off.

"What are we playing?" Quinn asked as she slid the wrist strap of her controller on.

"Tennis," Rachel declared, navigating the screen easily. "Sync up guys," she directed, waiting for their controllers to light up on the screen.

Once everyone had followed her directions and selected their mii's,Rachel poised her controller over the options for number of games. "Best of five?" she asked nonchalantly, though secretly excited to show off her pro level tennis skills.

"What's the winner get?" Puck asked. "New controllers? These pink ones are for chicks."

"No, the winner gets the satisfaction of winning," Rachel replied, confident that she would be the one celebrating a win.

"How about winner picks the next game?" Finn asked, again trying to appease everyone.

"That's what I'm talking about, Huddy," Puck said with a grin. "let's do this."

Still confident, Rachel selected best of five and rose on her toes, kissing his lips. "Break a leg."

"Love you too," he said patting her on the ass twice.

The duo looked over to Quinn and Puck, watching for a moment as Puck demonstrated how to serve an ace. Rachel cleared her throat and both pair of eyes glanced up.

"You two ready?" she asked with a raised brow.

"Hey, we're ready. We were just waiting for you two to stop sucking face," Puck quipped staring at the TV."

"That was a kiss for luck, Noah," she retorted.

"I'm not kissing you before every play Huddy, so get that thought right out of your head," Puck replied.

Rachel chose that moment to serve, her mini mii serving an ace across the court. To irritate, she repeated her actions with Finn, pissing Puck off.

The duo's played the game, with Finn and Rachel easily winning. Puck turned to Quinn, frustrated and sick of looking at the other couple kissing.

"Seriously, Q, use the ace! What the hell were you doing?" Puck asked, his competitiveness coming out.

"I don't know, I tried but I think my wii mote is dying; it wasn't responding," Quinn said while swinging her wii mote up and down.

Rachel laughed as she broke into their conversation. "You know I keep the wii motes charged, better luck next game."

Puck narrowed his eyes at her. "You ready for game two?"

"Bring it," she replied, shifting her weight like a boxer. Her eyes stayed on the screen as she darted back and forth in a volley with Puck's mii.

"You know it's not kinect right? Just move the wii more," Puck taunted as his mii served an ace, ending the second game.

"Whatever," she retorted, rolling her shoulders. "Let's just start the next game."

Puck just shook his head throughout the game, growing more and more frustrated. He and Quinn lost the next game, but won the fourth, creating a tie.

The tension between Puck and Rachel was thick as they went head to head in a deuce. Puck's shot the ball in a corner far from either of Finn or Rachel's mii. Horrified she missed, Rachel cried out, "Hey! I wasn't over there!"

"Pay attention next time," Pick said with a gloating tone.

"We can do this, " she said to Finn before giving him his good luck kisses. Just as she reached his lips she saw Puck swing his out the corner of her eye and whirled just in time to see him serve an ace. "You cheated!"

He smirked. "Told you to pay attention. Now it's my turn to pick the game."

"Fine. A deal's a deal," she said begrudgingly before she set her wii mote down and led him down the hall. "Come on, I'll show you the games."

The pair made their way down the short hall, before Rachel stopped outside a closet and opened the closet door with a flourish, her tone proud as she spoke to Noah. "I have lots of options."

Puck stared at the closet in shock, amazed that someone as sneaky hot as Rachel had so many games. His eyes landed on Battleship, a favorite from his and Finn's youth. "Well that's quite the collection you have," he told her as his gaze examined the titles.

"Yo, Huddy," he called out in an attempt to grab Finn's attention. "You have to play Battleship before Berry lets you sink your ship in the bedroom?"

Hearing Finn's emphatic no from the living room, he closed the closet door and smirked at Rachel. "You have any other closets full of games?" he asked on a lark; convinced she had a bedroom closet full of games for her and Finn to play.

"No," she said with a blush as she realized what he meant. "All my games are right here, so you need to pick one."

She moved to open the closet door again, only to be stopped by him placing a hand against it. "Move," she said, getting testy while trying to tug the door open.

"Nope, I won and I'm choosing a game that isn't in this elementary school closet."

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at him as she asked, "What game do you want? I assure you I have them all, including all the deluxe editions of Monopoly and Scene It." She folded her arms as she awaited his response.

He cocked a brow at her. "I wanna play never have I ever."

Her brow furrowed as she considered. "What's that?" she asked suspiciously. "Did you just make that up?"

He grinned as he slung an arm around her shoulders to lead her back into the living room. "Nope, but I guarantee it's more fun than the shit you have in the closest."

"I find that very hard to believe Noah, but a deal is a deal. How do you play?" she asked as they made their way back to the game room.

"Rules are simple Berry, you did it, you drink," he said as they walked.

"Really, Puck? Never have I ever is your game choice?" Finn asked the duo as they reentered the room.

"Yeah, got a problem with that?" Puck challenged. Receiving no response from Finn he turned back to Rachel. "All we need is some liquor to do shots with, and no, Finn's Blue Moon is not liquor for shots."

"Well," she bit her lip as she considered, looking at the bar. "I'm sure Finn has something-I think I saw some whiskey back there."

"Seriously? That's all you have? Whiskey?" Puck scoffed with a shake of his head. "Go ahead and grab the whiskey this time, but next time it wouldn't kill you to have a little variety for your guests on game night."

"I have more than that. We have-" Finn paused momentarily as his cell phone rang. "It's my mom," he said apologetically to the room before answering the phone. "Hey mom, what's up?" He looked at Rachel and motioned with his index finger, indicating he'd be back in a second before walking out of the rom.

Rachel bit her lip as she looked at Puck and Quinn. "So, having fun? Anyone need a refill?"

"No refills, we'll be drinking in a minute," Puck stated matter of factly, about to head behind the bar. "Though if that was Mrs. H on the phone maybe we won't be."

"I'm sure he won't be long," Rachel replied quickly.

"You haven't seen him talk to Mrs. H then," Puck nodded knowingly. "She still bringing over weekly dinners?"

"She only gives us one dinner," Rachel muttered as she wracked her brain for a distraction. Spotting the wii motes still on the table she said, "How about some more wii?" She handed out controllers as she faintly heard Finn talking.

Quinn frowned at the controller in her hand. "What can we play with three people? Bowling? I don't want to bowl." She set the wii more back down and reached for a carrot. "You two play something."

Rachel cocked her head towards Puck as she asked, "Tennis again?"

"Nah, I already kicked your ass in that. You got nunchucks?" he asked while eyeing the area around the wii.

"Yes, why?" Rachel asked as she bent to grab them. "I've only used them once."

"So you've never boxed on here?" Puck asked suspiciously while plugging the nunchuck into the wii mote. "Like we're not going to start and you'll immediately KO me like you tried to do in tennis?"

"No," she insisted as she plugged in her own nunchuck. "How do you play?"

He walked her through the basics, demonstrating each move as he spoke. "Ok, so you hold your hands in front of you to block; you punch by moving your arm forward. You got this?" He saw her eyes narrow in concentration as she tried to mimic his movements.

"I get it, but I still don't see why I need to use my left hand if I'm right handed, Noah," she said while trying to make her left arm punch like he said.

He closed his eyes and let out a breath. "Because, Berry," he began, ignoring the soft laughter coming from Quinn. "You can't just keep using one hand to punch." He began to demonstrate again. "Block, punch, bob and weave."

"Ok, let's do this," she said as she turned back to the TV and selected the boxing game, confident she'd learned enough.

"Ready," he told her as he selected his mii.

The game began and Rachel tried to drown Puck and Quinn out and concentrate on her game. She bobbed and weaved but couldn't land a punch. Puck punched her, sending her mii crashing to the floor.

"Noah! You hit me!"

"C'mon Berry, get up!" Puck called, waving his arms frantically at her.

"I can't!" she cried as she tried to mimic his moves. "She's just laying there! Come on mini mii!"

"Shake the controller Berry! Get up!"

"It's not working! I think you killed me, Noah," she accused as she shook the controller.

"Maybe you needed your good luck kisses," he retorted.

Quinn was howling with laughter on the couch as the Puck tried to grab Rachel's controllers to shake them to make her mii stand up to fight. Rachel and Puck both whirled towards her with a glare.

"What's so funny?" Rachel asked as she tried to get the controllers away from Puck. "Is it amusing that Noah's mii killed my mii?"

"I'm trying to help and you're laughing at me, Q?" Puck asked at the same time.

"I can't help it! You two look so stupid!" Quinn replied between fits of laughter.

Both Rachel and Puck ignored her, turning back to the screen as the ref counted Rachel out.

"Again," Rachel demanded while rolling her shoulders. "I'll get it this time."

With a nod in her direction Puck agreed, his tone serious. "Bring it this time, Berry."

They played three more games, Rachel's abilities actually improving slightly with the continued help of Puck. She excitedly returned his high five when she finally landed a punch, jumping up and down like a little kid. She was so caught up in the game that she missed Finn's return until he walked into the living room.

He observed quietly for a moment before clearing his throat. "Sorry about that, Mom was just calling to say good luck and have a safe flight."

"She check you packed clean boxers too?" Puck asked, dodging Rachel's blow.

"Of course he has clean boxers," Rachel retorted, her eyes focused on the screen. "I even packed his flannel ones in case the room gets chilly." She whirled around, actually hitting Puck with the controller as her mii hit his. "Finn baby, look! I'm boxing!"

"I see." He smiled at her, watching as she expertly dodged Puck's uppercut. "You're doing great."

"I know," she replied hastily. "Can you grab the drinks? I'm almost ready to kick Noah's butt in another game." She focused her attention back on her boxing match, sure he'd do it.

"Sure," he replied, walking over to the bar to grab some liquor.

"Thanks baby," she called out as she landed another punch, dropping Puck's mii to the floor.

"Fuck kind of hit was that?" Puck demanded as his mii stayed down.

"A good one, Noah. Stay down, stay down," she chanted, eyes fixated on the screen. Her chanting was ineffective, since Puck's mii slowly stood back up. "Oh damn."

Finn shook his head with a chuckle as he moved back to the couch, loaded down with liquor and shot glasses, just in time to see Rachel knock Puck's mii out.

"Take that Puckerman," Rachel said, doing an imitation of Finn's celebratory touchdown dance. She turned at Finn's laugh, returning his smile sheepishly before seeing what he'd set on the table.

Following her gaze, he casually announced, "We ready to play?"

"Hell yeah." Puck eyed the liquor on the table as he handed Rachel her controllers to put away. "Now that Huddy's finally done talking to Mommy we can get down to business and play a game not found in the elementary school closet."

"It's not an elementary school closet, Noah," she said hotly.

"No one over the age of 10 has a game closet, Berry." He eyed her thoughtfully as he sat back down next to Quinn. "Maybe you should break out the kool-aid for yourself."

"Since I graduated high school, we'll just drink the tequila," she decreed, glaring at him as she sat next to Finn.

"Baby, maybe we should use the Pucker first," Finn persuaded as he tried to steer her towards the weaker liquor. "It's green, you'll like it."

"It's fine, Finn," she said brightly. "I can handle tequila as well as the next person." Leaning forward, she filled each shot glass. "Now, who goes first?"

"I will," Quinn volunteered quickly. She looked at Puck who just shrugged and nodded for her to begin. "I'll start us off easy. Never have I ever gone to bed without brushing my teeth."

"Seriously Q? That's your first question?" Puck asked as he picked up his glass and knocked it back.

Rachel looked at Finn who had also taken his shot. "Really Finn?" she asked, crinkling her nose in distaste.

"Uh, one time in college, baby." he nodded at her. "Go ahead and go next."

"Ok, never have I ever played hooky." She watched as the other three drank and stared at her still full glass.

"This is going to be as lame as Pictionary if you two keep saying shit like that." Puck said with a shake of his head. He smirked at Finn. "Lemme show you how this is done. Never have I ever seen Jesus in food."

Finn glared at him as he refilled his glass and took his shot. Hoping nobody would question him, he stared at his glass as he refilled it.

Rachel stared at him before she giggled. "You saw Jesus in food?"

Finn blew out a breath. "One time in high school I used the George Foreman to make a grilled cheese and I thought I saw it then. Now, never have I ever-"

"He called it grilled cheesus," Puck cut in through his laughter.

"You think that's funny Puck? Well, never ever have I hit a drive thru with my car," Finn shot back.

Puck stopped laughing immediately, glaring at Finn as he took his shot. "That was one time. I don't know why you find that so funny."

"Because you...Baby, what are you doing?" Finn asked in surprise as he stared at Rachel's now empty shot glass.

"Puck's not the only one who's hit a drive thru with his car," Quinn replied smirking as she watched Rachel reel from the burning sensation of the tequila. "Rachel had a little run in at Wendy's."

"You hit a drive-thru?" Finn asked, amused. He cast a sly look at Puck. "You bust your headlight too?"

"No, she just dented the side of her car and had a thick stripe of yellow paint on her black car," Quinn replied, smirking.

"Well I don't know why they put those yellow poles there!" she huffed. "It was in my way!"

"Damn straight, Berry," Puck commented, holding his hand out in a high five.

Rachel accepted it, glaring at Quinn. "Never have I ever been president of a fan club," she shot out, trying to dispel some of Puck's notion that she was lame.

"I thought you might be Huddy's fan club president but nobody in this group is THAT lame, Berry," Puck said confidently just as Quinn downed her shot. "Q? Seriously?" he asked in disbelief.

She rolled her eyes at him as she replied. "I was twelve Puck," she said haughtily. She nodded at Rachel. "Besides, my VP is sitting here too, so feel free to rag on her as well."

"What was the fan club for?" Puck asked, not ready to drop the issue.

"Backstreet Boys," Rachel responded before Quinn even opened her mouth. "She wrote letters to Brian every day."

Quinn stared at Rachel with narrowed eyes. "Never have I ever danced on a bar to Mambo Number Five."

Rachel felt her cheeks flush as she downed her shot, hoping nobody was watching. Unfortunately, Finn was. She grimaced as the liquor burned it's way down her throat and shuddered as she set down her glass.

Leaning over, he murmured into her ear. "Do I get to see a performance of that?"

"Not if you don't help me out here," she whispered back. "Especially since I still remember the moves and it could easily be converted into striptease..."

"Never have I ever dressed like a member of the opposite sex," he blurted out, grinning at the thought of her dancing later. He watched Puck pick up his drink and was surprised to see Rachel pick up hers as well. "Baby, when did you ever dress up like a dude?"

"Drama club in high school," she replied before drinking. She tossed the shot back, coughing at the taste and feeling of her throat being on fire. Trying to regain some composure, she looked over at Puck. "When did you Noah?"

"College," he muttered darkly, ignoring Quinn's snort of laughter.

"He was the prettiest ballerina; he had that skirt thing and a wand," Finn said, causing both women to laugh fully.

"It was in college," Puck stressed, pissed at Finn for bringing up his tutu wearing experience.

"Were you a dance major, Noah?" Rachel asked, leaning forward to hear his answer.

"Fuck no. It was Frat hazing and all that," he continued with a frown directed towards Finn. His glare turned to a sly smile before he spoke, suddenly remembering something about Finn's own Frat hazing days. "Never have I ever dressed in an animal costume."

Quinn and Rachel drank quickly while Finn hesitated before reaching for his and tossing it back.

"You dressed up as an animal before, Finn?" Rachel asked as she clapped her hands together. "What were you?"

"He was a cat," Puck interjected. He sat back and folded his arms as he prepared to watch Finn squirm. "A gray striped kitten in fact, isn't that right Finn?"

"Yeah," he muttered before he tried to change the subject. "What were you baby?"

"Finn! You never told me that!" Ignoring his attempt at changing the subject, she threw her arms around his neck, placing a big kiss on his lips and squeezed his neck tightly. "You know what this means? You really ARE my Tigger! Tigers are part of cat family you know," she stage whispered, missing Puck's snort of laughter. "Do you have a picture?" she looked between Puck and Finn, oblivious to the fact that she'd given Pick more material to tease Finn with.

"You know what, that's not a never have I ever, baby, let's get back to the game," he said, separating Rachel from his neck and simultaneously wracking his brain for another question. "Never have I ever slept with an older woman."

Puck shrugged as he downed his shot. "The cougars were into me, what can I say?"

"Moving on." Rachel wrinkled her nose in distaste. "It's your turn, Noah."

Since Finn had opened the door to the more personal questions, Puck decided to grab the opportunity and grinned lecherously. "Never have I ever fucked in a locker room." His eyes darted between Finn and Rachel to see if they'd actually admit they had.

Quinn slapped his leg. "You have too, so you have to drink," she hissed, tossing back her own shot before crossing her arms at her chest.

"I know." He glanced at her quickly before returning his eyes to Finn and Rachel, who were busy looking at each other. "Do I need to repeat the rules?" he asked the room at large. "You did it you drink."

Rachel kept her eyes on Finn as she picked up her shot glass before lightly tapping it to his. "Bottoms up," she said with a shrug before drinking.

Finn smiled and mimicked her actions, setting his glass firmly back onto the table. Rachel's hand found its way into his lap, lightly grazing his inner thigh.

"I knew it," Puck crowed. "You used the whirlpool too didn't you, you kinky bastards? That's why my condoms were damp the next day."

"Sorry dude," Finn said cutting off Puck's questioning. "That isn't a never have I ever, we don't have to answer."

"You pleading the fifth, Huddy?" Puck asked sarcastically. "Fine, I'll do it your way. Never have I ever..."

"It isn't your turn," Rachel interjected loudly, cutting him off. "It's my turn, Noah."

Her mind was slightly fuzzy from the few shots she'd had, but she tried to turn the game back towards a less invasive line of questioning. Finally she settled on a statement that wasn't as invasive but also wasn't totally lame. "Never have I ever kissed in the rain," she said smugly before a thought dawned on her. Suddenly wondering if she'd violated her own never have I ever, she cocked her head to the side, scooting closer to Finn on the couch until she was practically sitting in his lap. "The misters in your shower don't count do they?"

The tips of his ears turned pink as Finn shook his head at her while Puck roared with laughter. "No baby."

"Oh ok good. I was worried," she announced. "I mean we've used those misters lots of times."

"First the whirlpool, then the showers? Boy you two have a thing for water…" Puck's voice trailed off as he remembered Finn's impressive swimming pool. He turned to Quinn and murmured, "I got the next one."

She gave him an odd look but stayed quiet, waiting to hear what he came up with.

He turned back to face Finn and Rachel as he picked up his glass, a smirk on his face. "Never have I ever gone skinny dipping in a pool."

Rachel considered Puck's statement as she looked at her full shot glass. She bit her lip and looked up at Finn then at Puck. "I need to ask Tigger something," she announced, his nickname once again slipping from her lips.

"What's so confusing Berry," Puck taunted. "You either did it or you didn't."

She glared at him. "I just need to clarify."

"Ask away," Puck said, sitting forward in his chair to hear better.

Trying to ignore Puck and Quinn's stares she mumbled to Finn. "Does it count since you threw me in after we had sex on that chair?" she whispered loudly at his ear before getting distracted and starting to nibble on his earlobe.

"Yep," Puck answered for Finn, a smug look on his face as he watched Rachel attempt to brand Finn's neck. "Drink up you two."

Finn glared at Puck while trying to detach a still sucking Rachel from his neck. "Really? You really think it's a good idea to tell her yes?"

"Yep," he repeated. "Drink up, Berry. That counts as skinny dipping."

"But he threw me in!" she protested.

"Were you naked?"

"Obviously. We'd just made love on a lounge chair," Rachel explained. "Well, after I went down on him. Although now that I think about it, he didn't let me finish, so I guess I owe him."

"Rachel!" Finn hissed. "Watch what you say!"

"Remind me to not sit on any lounge chairs at Finn's, Q," Puck commented before turning back to Rachel. "Was Finn naked in the water?"

"That's not any of-" Finn tried again.

"Of course he was! We even went down the slide naked," she announced, waving Finn's hand away from her mouth. "We didn't have sex though, since Kurt and Carole caught us. If they hadn't come I'm sure we would have, right Finn?"

"Dude! Your brother and mother caught you?" Puck exclaimed, howling with laughter.

"Only Kurt did. Carole was inside," Rachel clarified. "So I really don't think that counts, Noah, since we didn't intend to skinny dip. Finn was just being playful."

"Oh it counts, Berry," Puck replied between bursts of laughter. "It definitely counts. Drink up."

"Fine," she snapped, picking up her glass and drinking quickly. As her head lowered, she felt a little fuzzy and placed her hand on Finn's knee for balance.

Finn placed his glass down and took a good look at Rachel, noticing how bright her eyes were and how clingy she was getting, in addition to all the word vomit she had. He looked at Quinn and Puck, intending to stop the game before Rachel got sick, but Quinn stopped him.

"Here, I have one she won't drink to," she whispered to Finn, watching as Rachel attempted to pull his face to hers for a kiss. "Never have I ever had sex in an office."

Quinn threw a smirk at Puck, knowing he had once had sex in an ex's office. She laughed as he returned her smirk and downed his shot. Her attention drifted from his face as she heard glasses clink across the table.

Rachel smiled sheepishly at Finn before drinking. The shot wasn't as burning as much and she giggled as she set the glass back down.

"No way," Quinn whispered in disbelief. "When have YOU ever done that?" she asked, slightly miffed that Rachel had kept an experience like that a secret.

"Last week," Rachel hiccuped. "Sue's office was open and well..." her voice trailed off as she looked at Quinn's shocked face. "I'll tell you more later," she stage whispered. "Including how Tigger and I broke the bullhorn."

Shaking his head, Finn moved to stand up. "Ok, guys that's enough."

"One more Huddy," Puck challenged from his seat, dying to get just one more shot in.

"No. We're done," Finn said firmly. "I need to get her to bed."

"I bet you do." Puck smirked, his eyebrows wiggling. "Gonna take a shower first?"

"Tigger! I'm playing a game! It would be rude to go to bed now," Rachel slurred, attempting to refill her shot glass. Puck took the bottle from her, easily refilling her drink. "Thank you Noah. At least someone is being a gentleman."

Finn threw his hands up in the air. "Puck she can't handle-"

"Now Noah, what's your never have I ever?" Rachel cut in, her words slurring as she tried to grip her glass.

Puck blurted his next challenge out before Finn could object. "Never have I ever let a girl give me a nickname."

Quinn looked at him oddly before handing him his glass. "Drink up, Snuggles."

In spite of the situation, Finn burst out laughing. "Snuggles? She calls you Snuggles?"

Rachel perked up in her seat. "I love that Quinn! He's like the bear on the fabric softener! Can I call him Snuggles too?"

"Baby, I think only Quinn could call him that," Finn explained, prying her empty glass out of her hand. He cursed the fact that she was so far gone that she'd drank even when the challenge was clearly meant for him to drink.

"Oh." She pouted for a moment before her expression changed back to happy. "Finny has the best nickname!"

"Better than the HudsonHunnies?" Puck asked with a snort.

"You're just jealous. Oh! You should have Quinn make you one of your own!" Excited by the idea, she angled towards Quinn. "What'd you say his groupies were called again?"

"The cougar club?" Quinn replied dryly.

"That won't work. It needs to be something with a P so it's like the hunnies," she decreed, her hand rubbing circles on Finn's inner thigh. Rachel giggled and let out a quiet hiccup. Her eyes widened and she gripped Finn's thigh. "Oh I've got it! Snugglessweeties!"

"Let's get something straight Berry," Puck snorted. "If I had a site you can bet your ass it wouldn't be called Snugglessweeties."

Completely ignoring him, Rachel bounced in her seat as she looked at Quinn. "I think you should do it! You can be the supersnugglesweetie!"

"Baby...come on, let's-"

"Seriously where do you come up with this shit? Her name would totally be something awesome like lovespucksjunk," Puck retorted. Ready to switch the subject back to Finn's nickname he shook his head. "You got a name on that hunnies site?"

"I do," Rachel beamed, looking up at Finn as she pressed herself even closer. "But I shouldn't tell you since you decorated your locker room with pictures from that site," she frowned.

"You know how long it took me to set all that up? I had to call Evans in early to make sure it was in place before Huddy got there!"

"Still-"

"And the look on his face was priceless. But you didn't answer my question. Which name is yours?"

"Well I wanted to be finnismylobster but it was already taken," she pouted, her hand inching higher on Finn's thigh.

"Course you wanted something lame. Hudson come up with that?"

"No, he suggested futuremrshudson but that was taken too," she admitted, drunk enough to miss the glance Puck and Quinn shared.

"Rach, come on, baby-" Finn pleaded.

"So he came up with happilyhumpinghudson," she continued proudly.

"Happilyhumpinghudson," Puck repeated with a smirk.

"Puck-"

"Yes, we had to go through several, but that we both liked that one," she explained happily. "I'm also, fuckmefinn."

"I think it's my turn-"

"Hold on Huddy, Berry and I are talking. So you had to go through a few?" Puck questioned casually, filling Rachel's shot glass again.

"Yes, Finn really wanted finnsfavoritefuck," Rachel continued, looking up at Finn before reaching over and picking up her glass.

"Baby, you don't have to drink-"

Rachel quickly downed the shot and placed the glass back down. "He also liked Finnlovestofuck, right Tigger?"

Puck inched forward with a grin. "That so? The Tigger names all taken too?"

"No," Rachel said with a shake of her head. "But he said other people might start calling him that and he's my Tigger, not theirs. I even got him Tigger boxers! Wanna see?"

Without warning, she reached over to Finn, attempting to unbutton his jeans and tug them down.

"Ok," Finn said firmly, holding Rachel's hands so they couldn't pull his pants down. "On that note, I really think it's time we call it a night."

Puck downed his shot before rising from his seat. "I think you're right Tigger, looks like Piglet's had too much fun tonight."

"Noah!" Rachel stood up and slapped her hands on her hips, her tone indignant as she spoke. "He doesn't call me Piglet, he calls me Dee!" She snaked her arms around his middle. "Don't you Tigger?"

"Mhmm," Finn murmured, walking Puck and Quinn to the door with Rachel wrapped firmly around him, trying to place kisses on his chest. "Thanks for coming," he said as he practically shoved them through the door.

"Thanks for having us Tigger," Puck snickered as he ushered Quinn outside. "I'll see you tomorrow-"

Finn shut the door in his face and pressed a kiss to Rachel's forehead. "C'mon baby girl, let's get you to bed."

"I'm not tired!" she announced, running a finger along his stomach. "I owe you a dance and something else."

"And I'll get repayment for those another time," he replied, pulling her hands off his now unbuttoned pants. "Right now, how about we get our pajamas on? I'll even offer you a lift."

"You're going to carry me?" she asked, swaying a little as she stood.

"Don't I always?" With a small smile, he lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom.

"You do," she replied, giving a yawn that Finn was very relieved to see. "Just don't throw me in the pool this time. Promise?"

"Promise." He laid her down on the bed, getting to work on undressing her and trying to remember how he'd done it last time. Rachel helped his cause by sitting up and holding her arms straight up in the air. Gently he removed her shirt and bra, letting her fall back onto the pillows as he removed her skirt and went to get her pajamas from the drawer. Grabbing the first pair of pajamas he saw, he turned around, only to find that Rachel's eyes had closed.

He frowned as he glanced down at the pajamas in his hand, debating whether to try and wrestle her into them or just leave her in nothing but her panties. The panties won, since he figured he deserved a reward for enduring the endless teasing he knew was coming his way via Puck. He pulled the covers back and tucked Rachel in, making sure she was asleep before he went and cleaned up.

Satisfied that everything was put away to Rachel's liking, he quickly washed up in the bathroom before heading back to a still sleeping Rachel. He smiled at her sleeping form as he stripped down to his boxers.

"Love you, Dee," he murmured as he lay down next to her.

"Love you too," she mumbled, automatically turning towards him and snuggling into his chest, one arm thrown over his stomach.

Rachel fell back asleep in moments, but he stayed awake, fingers running smoothly over her back as he mulled over the events of the night. He smirked, another never have I ever coming to mind:

Never have I ever been so in love.

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A/N: Many apologies for the delay in updating...life, and my worries, got in the way. That being said, I have the best beta in the world in mida212 and a great group of cheerleaders :) Thanks for the read and feel free to review!