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After Kurt and Blake left her house, Rachel took a bath, moisturized her body slowly, almost as if she were caressing herself, and wore a black nightgown that made her feel beautiful, attractive and sexy. She needed something, anything, to make her feel better about herself. She was so stupid! She was so embarrassed for what she had thought about Finn and so guilty for everything she had wasted.

When dressing up, she was doing it for herself, not for him. She would eat something light, read a little and sleep. She still didn't know if she should talk to Finn or how she could tell him that she had put him out of her room and out of her life just because of a wrong assumption.

However, after trying to read a book for some time, and trying to sleep for awhile, she realized that it would be impossible to do anything that night, unless waiting for Finn and talking to him. The whole story would be playing like a movie in her head while it were not clarified, so it had to be done, as hard as it were.

She returned to occupy the sofa of the TV room, with her book in hands, attempting in vain to transform letters into words, words into sentences, sentences into coherent paragraphs. Everything was jumbled, confusing, unclear, in those pages. Her mind, however, had ceased to be a mess, and it was very clear what she needed, what she wanted. She only had to go ahead and pray. Pray hard that there were still hope, that she had not destroyed any interest that Finn had for her.

Then, shortly after midnight, when she heard the guy enter the apartament, she called him and he entered the room, quite surprised.

"Still awake?"

"I was just not sleepy." She tried to sound nonchalant. "How was it today?"

"The situation is not the best, right? I was not the only one excused, so for some of us this was the penultimate week. Next week, will be only goodbye and uncertainty." Answered dejectedly. "I need to slow down too. I'll make a chamomile tea for me. Do you want some?"

"I..." She sighed. "Finn, it isn't true that I'm not sleepy. In fact, it is half truth. I really lost my will to sleep... but it's because I want... I need... to talk to you."

"Did something happen? Was there any problem with Kurt or Blake... a problem... at lunch or after I was gone?" He questioned, sitting beside her on the couch, worried.

"No. Nothing happened at lunch... I mean... it has to do with lunch... but at the same time, it has not." She buried her face in her hands. "I... I'm so ashamed, Finn!"

"Shamed?" What had she done to be ashamed of?

"Finn, that night when I asked you to leave my room and go back to yours..."

"Yeah... the night you threw me out." He spoke roughly.

"Oh, please, Finn! Don't make things worse!" She pleaded.

"I'm sorry. Go ahead" He changed his tone, because hers showed how difficult it was being for her to say what she had to say.

"You had motivated me to get out more, to have more fun, to live life. And when we talked, I could not have shown how much it was having an effect on me, but it stuck in my head. So I decided that you were right... that I should relax, let loose... so I got ready and left."

"I know it! When I arrived, you were not here... and you arrived late in the evening, throwing me out. Good way to follow my advice, eh!" He could not avoid the irony, but she would not get angry or upset with him now. He was just hurt and he was acting on that maxim that the best defense is attack.

"What you don't know is that I went to the theater, earlier that night. I went there to meet you and invite you. I didn't want to go alone, I wanted to go out with YOU." His gaze returned to be inquisitive, curious. "But I got there and you was with Blake. And I knew nothing about Blake... All I saw was the man with whom I had spent wonderful moments, hours before, petting and looking fondly to another girl... a really beautiful girl!"

"Rachel!" He exhaled the air he even knew he was holding, and leaned back on the couch, dropping all the weight of his body. "I do not know if I'm extremely angry at you for not talking to me..."

"What good would it do, if I did talk to you, Finn?" She interrupted him. "I was sure you were going to tell me she was a friend. I know very well that you can not go out with anyone because of our contract. Besides, you didn't really owe me any explanation... cause we had no commitment, we were just getting to know eachother, enjoying eachother company. How would I charge you anything?"

"Then you just chose to put me out of your life? You ran away and... that was it? You chose to forget everything... leave it all behind?" He was pissed!

"Don't you understand it was hurting, Finn? I felt... I felt jealous. I should not, but I felt... and I couldn't think about being with you and remembering you treating another girl with the same affection... having the image stuck here in my head."

"You can't be serious, Rach! You are crazy to think that it was the same affection!" He looked at her for the first time after the revelation. "The Blake is my cousin ... she's more, she's my SISTER! When I was fourteen, fifteen years old, I used to took her and Kurt to the playground... I served as their nanny." He looked down at his feet, because he could not face her. "You, Rachel... you were my temptation."

"Am I no longer a temptation?" She asked, her voice low, sweet, almost sad, with just a trickle of hope remaining, after hearing the verb in the past.

"Rachel, I'm upset with you because you jumped to conclusions... you were insecure... you didn't see that I was totally crazy for you, I didn't need another person... didn't want anyone else." He was driving her insane! What did all those verbs in the past mean? "But I am also relieved cause you at least had a reason more..."

"More?"

"More... acceptable, maybe. A reason that shows that you don't just think about this crap of a contract we signed. A reason that shows that you are involved, that you have feelings." He looked at his hands, then to his feet, sometimes to nowhere in particular, but still would not meet her eyes. He was really torn between anger and relief.

"You haven't answered if I'm still a temptation for you." She tried again, despite the fear of his response.

"Rach, babe. You are not A temptation for me... you're THE Temptation... my biggest temptation." Now he looked into her eyes.

He could be upset and not pleased with the way she handled the first obstacle that appeared in their relationship, when he was just starting, but her face, the quiet apology coming from her eyes and the smile that had just sprouting on his lips when he answered her question, were all he needed to know that what he wanted most was to restart.

"And you're mine, babe. I want you SO MUCH!" She spoke amid her breath was becoming heavy, approaching him, with one hand on his face, carresing the stubble that formed there. "I wanna be yours, Finny! Makes me yours." She whispered in his ear, causing a shiver.

He never had much pleasure in meeting the request of someone, as he would have that night.

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