Thanks everyone for the supporting reviews from last chapter :) I'm not very good at smut…sue me, I prefer snuggling and stuff in fics XD But I'm glad everyone liked it :D Here's chapter 25, thanks to everyone who sticks to my crazy, lack of time schedule. I really appreciate it.

NOTE: The song I used in this chapter was Turning Page by Sleeping at Last…I highly suggest you listen to it during that part of the chapter. It's a beautiful song and perfect for finchel in my eyes :)

Enjoy!

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Chapter 25

Finn did not want to get out of the tub. The water was growing cold and Rachel was kinda shivering and his skin was getting all wrinkly like an old person's but…he didn't want to move.

Rachel was wound up in his arms, getting closer and closer to him as the water grew chilly, seeking the heat of his body. He couldn't stop thinking about what this tub represented—his and Rachel's first giant step into a serious relationship. Yeah, there had been some boob action before (over the bra and kinda under sometimes), Rachel grinding her thighs into the hard on he always got when she was on top of him…and one time he nearly let her unbutton his pants—but this, not even a half of an hour ago, had been the first second base rounding into third experience he had ever had with Rachel.

And it had been fucking awesome.

Rachel was perfect, in every way possible, and he'd defend that fact till he died. Her skin was soft and warm and tasted like strawberries in cream in all the right places, he loved the way her muscles had clenched around his fingers, the little moans of pleasure that sounded from deep in her throat when touched her clit, the way her breasts perked up (nipples brown and taught against his tongue) as he licked them. He had never really done anything with his mouth on a girl before (and Rachel had never experienced anything like that before, either) so he guessed he had done something right when she came hard, panting his name like he had just invented sunshine and rainbows or something.

He wasn't sure if Rachel was still asleep or not, she had fallen asleep a few minutes after he had started washing her. Her orgasm had made her jello in his arms, molding against him like she never wanted to separate again.

Which was fine with him.

When he had been washing her body, he kind wondered what it would be like to have her mouth on him. Would it feel just as good as he had imagined? He licked his lips. Probably better—even though she'd be all cute and nervous that she'd do it wrong. He tried not to think about it past that…he wasn't going to get all hard again because it was hard enough (pun intended) denying her the first time around when she had tried to take care of him. He didn't know if he could really push her away again. He wanted her to make him feel the exact same way he had made her feel—jello-y, content…sort of sleepy. But above all, perfect. But it couldn't be about him. And it wasn't like didn't already feel kinda perfect just by having her in his arms again, having her to himself as his girlfriend but he honestly couldn't wait to be with her on that deeper level—pleasure coursing through his veins and Rachel's name on his lips.

"Finn?"

Finn looked down at Rachel and smiled softly, placing a kiss on her nose—which felt like an ice cube. Whoops.

"Let me guess, you're cold?"

She smiled sheepishly and nodded. "A bit. Sorry I fell asleep on you for a while there."

He smirked softly and shook his head, gently moving her so he could stand. His joints felt stiff as he stood up, he guessed from sitting in one position for so long. He took Rachel's hand and helped her stand, turning to unplug the drain.

"It's okay. I'm glad you got some rest."

He felt her wrap herself around his waist, her nose running up his spine. "I think it's because someone made me feel so good…to the point of sleepiness!" He chuckled as she placed a kiss on his back.

Finn helped her out of the tub and grabbed a large, white fluffy towel that was hanging on a rack near the tub and wrapped it around her tiny body. "Oh, so…you liked it?"

Her mouth fell open. "Of course I liked it." She smiled. "I always knew it'd be perfect when someone I loved…you know, did it." She nodded and looked at the floor like she was nervous and started playing with the end of the towel.

He smiled tenderly and ran a hand through her wet hair. "Are you trying to tell me you love me, Rachel Berry?" He teased.

Finn grabbed the other towel and dried himself off before wrapping it around his waist. Rachel giggled, a pretty pink blush gliding over her cheeks. "You already know I love you. I shouldn't have to tell you."

"I like hearing it."

"Well, then I guess I'll just have to say it so much that it'll eventually become annoying."

Finn smiled slowly. "I doubt that'll ever happen."

The grin that covered her face made Finn think that her face was going to split in two. He snorted. "Get dressed. I'll go make you some tea."

"I think I have some of your clothes around my room if you want to put something on other than your dress clothes…unless you're not…staying." It sounded like it was difficult for her to say that—she obviously didn't want him to go home.

He smiled softly. "I'm staying, Rach."

She tried not to look so excited. "Won't your mom be mad?"

He shrugged and opened the bathroom door to look at the time. He was already past curfew and he knew she had fallen asleep hours ago anyways—she had early shifts to head to so she headed to bed at eight most nights.

"I'll just send her a text so that she doesn't think I was, like, kidnapped by aliens or something when she doesn't find me at home tomorrow morning."

"She'll be furious, Finn!"

He kissed her softly. "I don't care."

"You'll be grounded!"

He tickled her. "It'll be worth it." He laughed as she giggled, trying to push his hands away, kissing him every once in a while. "So stop worrying, I know you want me to stay."

She couldn't argue with that one.

Finn tapped her nose with his finger and stepped out into her dad's room, shivering as the cold air hit his semi-wet body. Rachel scurried past him and out the door, he guessed heading to her room to get them both clothes before they froze. He picked up the clothes that littered the bath room floor and set them on the bed as he passed it, grabbing his boxers before he went to Rachel's room. When he got there she was changing into blue underwear with clouds on them and a bright green bra.

"That doesn't match at all."

Rachel jumped and banged her elbow off one of the banisters on her bed. "Ow!" Finn winced and rushed towards her as she cushioned her elbow to her chest—like she'd broken it or something. "Finn!"

He leaned and kissed down her arm, placing soft, warm kisses on her elbow when he reached it. "Sorry." He took her hand in his as he straightened up. "As I was saying…" He hooked his finger into her panties, tugging the elastic a bit. "These don't match."

He smiled slowly as a low groan seemed to seep out of her throat. She made a face, like she totally wasn't trying to enjoy his teasing, and smacked his hand.

"I don't care!" He snorted as she slipped on a long red nightgown with Mickey Mouse on it. She handed him a few clothes. "Go change."

"I can't change right here?"

She blushed. "Oh, uhm," She bit her lip. "Course you can."

Finn smiled softly. "You gonna watch me?"

She stuttered at that and he couldn't help but think that it was the cutest goddamn thing ever. "N-no! No, of course not. I'll give you some privacy." She walked into her bathroom and closed the door.

Finn licked his lips before pulling the clothes on, running his hand through his damp hair. He covered his mouth as a yawn escaped his lips, heading over to the bathroom door. He knocked softly. "Hey, why don't you pick a movie? I'll go make your tea."

"Singing in the Rain!"

He rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Fine. Put it in, I'll be right back up."

Finn ran downstairs and put the water on. He had already felt like he'd been away from her for too long.

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Finn set the cup down on Rachel's nightstand and looked at his girlfriend. She was sitting cross legged on her bed, a blanket over her lap, sheet music resting on top of her knees.

"What are you looking at?"

She blushed and looked up, turning the pages over as he sat down next to her. "It's a song I found the other day…I really like it. It…it reminds me of us." She finished softly, her face moving closer to his. Her nose dipped into his cheek as his arm wrapped around her.

"Yeah? Do I know it?"

Rachel bit her lip. "I don't know."

She turned the paper over and set it on his legs. Finn shifted and leaned back against the headboard of her bed, Rachel following him to snuggle into his side. His hand absentmindedly rubbed and squeezed her shoulder as he looked over the lyrics of 'Turning Page' by Sleeping At Last. He had no idea who the band was…and he was pretty sure he had never heard of the song either. It seemed like a total chick song, by the lyrics, like it belonged in one of those overdone, ridiculous romantic comedies that made girls cry but…not like that was a bad thing, or anything.

Rachel ran her fingers over the edge of the page and very softly hummed the tune, her thumb grazing over his fingers.

"Your love is my turning page…where only the sweetest words remain." She sung softly, her voice melting into him like sweet, velvet, honey. Her eyes swept over his face, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Every kiss is a cursive line," He smiled softly as her fingers wrapped around his forearm. "Every touch is a redefining phrase."

Finn kissed her softly, cupping her face. He could hear the echo of her voice in his head, playing over and over like an adoring melody that he never wanted to forget. He pulled back and kissed the bridge of her nose, looking down at the sheet.

He heard her sing a few lines…he could at least try some himself. He could probably nail the tune…and if he didn't, he honestly didn't care. It wasn't like he was in glee club in front of everyone—it was just Rachel. And Rachel loved him no matter what he sounded like.

"If I had only felt the warmth within your touch," He cupped her cheek and ran his thumb over her skin, making her blush. The warmth circled around the pad of his thumb, seeming to heat is whole body with one single touch. "If I had only seen how you smile when you blush," He smirked softly as she smiled into his hand, running her nose over his finger. "Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough…" He sang softly, his voice not nearly as perfect as hers.

Finn could almost picture her when she was concentrated—determined—lip curled between her teeth, eyebrows drawn together, tongue sticking out past pink lips every so often; he wondered if she knew how beautiful she looked even then, when she wasn't trying hard at all.

He glanced at the paper one final time. "I would have known what I was living for all along. What I've been living for—" He was cut off as Rachel kissed him, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, her whole body moving forward onto his.

Finn smiled against her lips and pulled her body up onto his, until she stretched out on him, chest against his, adorable belly pushing into his as she giggled against his lips—he could feel her heartbeat on chest. He kind of wondered if two people's hearts could beat at the exact same time.

He cupped her face and pushed hair behind her ears, pecking her lips softly, placing a kiss on her nose before pulling back.

"We should sing that in glee."

Rachel shook her head and he felt her hands run over her chest; she bit her lower lip. "No," She said softly. "I just want that to be our song…just ours." Finn smiled softly. "Besides, I don't want to hear Quinn or Santana ruin it by trying to make fun of me."

Finn kissed her forehead. "I wouldn't let that happen."

She smiled up at him and kissed his upper lip. "I know, but still." She bit her lip and ran her fingers over his chin.

Finn rubbed her back softly as her nose ran over his lower lip. "You going to see your dads tomorrow?" He asked.

She nodded, playing with a spot on his shirt. "I was thinking of trying to spend the night, give my dad a break so he can come home and get some actual sleep."

"Does he sleep at the hospital a lot?"

She bit her lip and nodded sadly. "Almost every single night." She swallowed. "But I can understand that…I would…I would stay with you every night if you were in the hospital."

Finn squeezed her a bit tighter to him upon hearing that; touched. "Well let's hope you never have to do something like that for me, okay?" He kissed her temple. "Want some company tomorrow?"

"Oh, Finn…I can't let you do that."

He frowned as she sat up, curling her hair around her ear in a nervous habit. "Why not?"

"Well, for one, I'm sure your mom is going to ground you until next year when she finds out you spent the night and two, you'd be so uncomfortable at the hospital. The chairs are too small for your tall frame. If you slept in one of those things, you'd wake up with the worst backache."

But Finn didn't really care if he got a backache. He knew she was just trying to tell him all this because she was worried about him and stuff but didn't she understand that he cared more about her than he cared about himself?

"Come on, Rach." He whined, trying to charm her into agreeing with him. "Let me be the boyfriend, okay?"

She chuckled softly and shook her head. He nearly pouted—whining, even with a hint of teasing, worked for her all the time! Why couldn't he sway her the same way? Not fair. "No, Finn." She ruffled his hair. "Now come on, let's watch the movie before you get too sleepy. I wanted you to sing 'Good Morning' with me when the scene comes on!"

He groaned as he hopped off the bed. He hated that song…there was only so many times he could say 'good morning' before pulling his hair out. But Rachel liked it…and she got this adorable looking grin on her face (like he had just rescued a basket of kittens or something) every time he sang it with her—so he'd do it, just like all the other times.

Finn watched as Rachel grabbed the remote after turning her TV towards the bed and popping in the overly played DVD. She climbed back into bed after turning the nightstand lamp off, the only light in the room coming from the glow if the television screen.

He sat up a little and adjusted the pillows against the headboard to lean against them as Rachel snuggled into his side. He smiled softly and pulled the blankets back as she rested her upper body on his chest. Her one arm looped around his waist as she rested her head over his heart, directing her eyes towards the TV.

Finn pulled the blankets up over her shoulder, rubbing her arm absentmindedly as the movie started to play with dramatic, swelling music. He wanted to actually try and focus on the movie (because, this had to have been his, like, sixth or something time seeing it and he still had no idea why someone would actually sing in the rain, anyways) but he couldn't stop thinking about Rachel, and how nice her body felt against his and how they were alone…in her bed…in her house. Alright, he really needed to be thinking about something else…

Finn thought for a moment, about anything that wasn't Rachel's boobs against his chest, and stumbled upon their conversation right before she had put the movie in. She didn't want him to come and spend the night with her at the hospital. And, yeah okay, his mom was probably going to ground him until next year but…even then, he still wanted Rachel to ask him to spend the night with her. He didn't want her to be at the hospital all by herself, or worse, ask freaking Sam to spend time with her when Finn was more than willing too.

He hated it. He didn't want her to spend all that time in that sad, sick place, without someone to hold her hand and hold her as she fell asleep.

"Something's on your mind." He heard Rachel say, drawing him from his thoughts.

She was looking up at him, eyes soft and tender—ready to listen to whatever he was thinking about.

"What makes you say that?"

She smiled fondly. "Your eyes are distant…and your nose gets all crinkly." She laughed softly. "It's rather adorable."

Great, now he was blushing. "I was just thinking about tomorrow and what you said…"

"You think I don't want you to come." She interrupted softly.

Finn trailed his teeth over his lower lip as he watched her prop herself up on her elbows on his chest. The action hurt his chest for a moment before she shifted positions.

"No, it's just…I want to make sure you're not embarrassed of me or something." He said it like a joke, his lips quirking in such a way that if she hadn't been staring at him so intensely, she would have thought it was one too.

Her mouth formed a perfect 'o' and he could see a sense of panic behind her coffee colored brown eyes. "No! Oh, Finn. No. That's not it at all, believe me. I know you think my daddy doesn't like you but—"

"He doesn't. Come on, Rach." He shifted, uncomfortably. "Let's stop pretending that he does."

He hadn't meant to make her frown. "He's not—" He swallowed. "I don't want to fight with you on this." She finally said. "I don't think he's pretending. He's just protective. My daddy likes you because I love you." Rachel said firmly, determination lighting up in her eyes as a shade of blue from the TV screen passed over her face.

Finn didn't want to argue with her either, so he just let it go. He nodded softly and turned his attention to the TV, trying to ignore the feel of her eyes drifting over his face. He swallowed thickly as Rachel settled into his side again, but this time her head was right against his neck. He closed his eyes as he felt her press a kiss onto his jaw line. He didn't want to be mad at her, he really didn't but…the fact that she was just ignoring all the dang facts that her dad threw at him every time he was around was just annoying. It was apparent that Mr. Leroy did not approve of Finn dating his daughter, for whatever reason.

Finn knew that there was probablysomeone out there that could have been better for Rachel, someone who would take her farther than a Lima loser with no serious dreams or aspirations. And he swore he could see that in Mr. Leroy's eyes every time—that not-so-secret glint that told him "you're not good enough for my daughter".

Finn didn't need to be told that. He knew he wasn't good enough. But, for some reason, Rachel thought he was—and in the end that was worth more than anyone else's opinion.

"Are you mad at me?" Rachel asked; worry laced in her soft voice.

Finn sighed softly and shook his head. He had no right to be mad at her—he was being ridiculous (yeah, he was aware of that) and did he really want to be mad (and start a fight with his girlfriend over nothing) at the dad that was in a hospital bed fighting cancer?

"No." He turned his head and placed a kiss on her hairline. "I'm sorry…I must be tired."

She bit her lip and swallowed, nodding softly, her nose sliding across his neck as she did so. He ignored a shiver that traveled up his spine.

He brought his hand up and ran it over her hair, resting it after a moment on the crown of her head.

"I suppose you're…sort of right." She admitted and Finn swallowed, swearing at himself for ever bringing the topic up. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. "I never really considered how harsh he's been to you sometimes." Her thumb ran over the muscle in his arm. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." He licked his lips and watched her thumb travel over his skin—a wave of goosebumps covering his arms. "I'm sorry for being a douchenozzle." She giggled and gently smacked his chest—he smiled. "I told you, I'm just tired."

"Don't fall asleep before the 'Good Morning' scene comes on!"

He tried really hard not to—but the sounds of the TV and Rachel's warm body against his put him out like a sleeping pill.

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Finn moaned, the soft sound ghosting over Rachel's lips as she slid her body on top of his, kissing him softly.

"Rach—" The word came out as a groan instead of what meant; a soft, whisper of a comfort that she didn't have to do this.

"Shhh." She whispered, gently grinding down on his lap.

Holy shit, if she kept doing that—

"We can't." He managed to get out; his last final effort to push her away.

"We can." She murmured, determined, a lust filled glint in her eyes.

He bit on his lower lip as Rachel slid down under the covers, her fingernails dragging across his bare thighs.

Her fingertips pulled at his boxers—he could feel her warm breath as it fluttered across his balls. Finn's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt her lips gently graze over his—

Finn jerked up in bed as the chorus for 'Singing in the Rain' blasted through the speakers. He panted softly, doing his best to ignore his insistent hard on as he glanced around the room…trying to remember where the hell he was.

He looked down to his right, seeing Rachel. Right. He swallowed as the memories of earlier tonight washed over him—desire tugging in his stomach as he remembered the time with her in the tub.

"Sorry." He muttered, clearing sleep from his throat. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights and he figured he must have scared her when he had jerked awake like that.

Finn shifted an inch, moving to turn and pull her close, and instantly froze. Why he hadn't noticed a hand in his boxers (one that was definitely not his) as soon as he had woken up completely escaped him. You'd think I'd notice if someone had their hands in my pants—

Then he realized who that hand actually belonged to.

He glanced down at Rachel—not even sure what expression was on his face. Surprise? Amusement? Confusion? Lust? It could have been a combination of all four but Finn couldn't even think about it before Rachel jerked her hand back so fast that she nearly tumbled off the bed.

"Whoa." Finn reacted instantly, looping an arm around her waist so that she didn't fall off the bed or crack her head off the nightstand. "Rachel, hey, hey."

She kept squirming in his grip, trying to pull away from him but he kept his arm wound tightly around her. She finally settled when he realized he wasn't letting her go and buried her crimson colored face in his chest.

He relaxed his arm just a little so he could stroke her hair.

"I'm mortified." She muttered, her lips grazing against his t-shirted chest.

He did his best not to let the laugh bubbling in his chest escape. "Its okay, Rach. Really." He tried to pull her back from his chest so he could look at her face but she wrapped an arm around his back so he couldn't.

He sighed softly, placing a kiss on her head.

"I was…" He strained his ears to hear her muffled voice over the TV. "Just…curious."

Finn bit his lower lip; but seriously, while he was sleeping? No wonder his dreams had been all about naughty Rachel—his lower half had been awake the whole time.

"I'm sorry." Her voice hitched and Finn managed to pull her back at that.

"Hey…" He tilted his head to look at her, trying to get her eyes to catch his. He brushed her bangs off her face. "Does it look like I'm upset?" He asked honestly as her eyes slowly connected with his. "I'm not."

She licked her lips. "You…said my name in your sleep."

Finn chuckled softly. "Yeah, your hand motions gave me a good dream."

Rachel inched closer to him again, her hand resting on his stomach. Butterflies erupted under her hand and a warm pulsing sensation moved from his stomach down to his cock, making it jerk against his boxers.

The tip of her nose ran over his upper lip. "I…I want to touch you again."

Finn swallowed and took her hand off his stomach, kissing her fingertips. He then pulled it back and settled it on his lower stomach, encouraging her to go lower.

"Go head." He said softly, catching her lips with his.

He closed his eyes as a shudder ran down his spine when Rachel moved her hand past the elastic band of his boxers.

She gently grasped him, stroking softly. It was as soft as a feather sliding across his skin and he bit down on the urge to rock his hips and tell her to go faster.

"I'm…I'm not doing this right…" She hesitated and Finn shook his head, taking her other hand in his.

"You're doing fine." He smiled softly, kissing her lower lip. He gently rocked his hips, moaning softly. "Trust me."

He almost told her that she could basically do nothing wrong—he was generally easy to please, thanks to his mailman problem.

She bit her lip and continued stroking him, pausing every so often to gently squeeze his balls—she slowly fell into a rhythm of squeeze, rub, press.

Finn moaned her name as she picked up the speed, flicking her thumb over the head of his cock. Rub, press. He felt her shift into him, grinding just a little against his thigh. Rachel kissed his neck, moaning his name into his skin as she hardened her strokes—one final swipe of her thumb pushing him over the edge. Squeeze, rub, press.

He came hard, groaning loudly, spurting mostly into her hand. Past the panting, Rachel's name on his lips, euphoria bleeding into his veins—circulating throughout his body—there was a faraway thought that her hand catching most of it was a good thing, seeing as how she could wash her hand and he had no extra pairs of boxers.

Finn licked his lips as Rachel kissed down his jaw, her lips meeting his with so much tenderness. Rachel carefully pulled her hand from his pants, getting up to wash her hands. His breathing slowly went back to normal as he watched her at the sink, smiling softly at him through the reflection of the mirror.

She turned off the light, hurrying back into bed. He pulled the covers up and over her shoulder as she snuggled into his chest.

"So…was I…"

"You were perfect." He interrupted her, smiling softly.

She bit her lip when a smile grew wide on her face as she looked up at him. "Really?"

He chuckled. "Yes, really." He squeezed her side before running his thumb over her curves.

Rachel's fingers gently played with his shirt. "You used your mouth on me. Had you…I mean, you seemed like you knew what you were doing."

He kind of hadn't—all he did was just focus on her moans. He could tell what felt best because when his tongue ran over a certain part she would tug his hair and a moan of pleasure would tumble from her mouth. So basically, it was all instinct. It had nothing to do with anything else.

But he knew that wasn't where she had been trying to go with that statement.

"That was my first time."

"You didn't with…"

"No." Santana hadn't wanted foreplay and it wasn't like he had been interested giving it to her anyways.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry."

He shook his head. "You're not." He whispered into her hair. "You can always ask me anything."

Rachel's nose ran over the underside of his chin. "Do you ever regret…having sex with her?"

Finn closed his eyes, peppering kisses in her hair. "Yeah." He finally said—he wasn't sure how much time had passed since she asked. "My first time should have been with you."

She looked up at him, the skin crinkling between her eyebrows as her face was overcome with sympathy. She shouldn't have been feeling bad for him—he was the one that had made the mistake.

He swallowed, shifting in bed, pulling her even closer. "You don't have to say anything." He said as he noticed her eyes searching for the right words.

Rachel moved back a little so she could cup his cheek with her hand; she ran her thumb over his cheekbone. He closed his eyes at her touch, turning his face a little to run his lips over the inside of her palm.

She leaned up and softly kissed his lips, her nose gently bumping against his.

Yeah, he may have regretted sex with Santana…but he couldn't help but think that everything that had happened had led him to this point—him in bed with Rachel, perfectly happy and in love.

And, honestly, how could he regret an outcome like that?

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This chapter was actually split into two separate ones :3 skdjksdjfsd thanks for reading! Hope you all liked :) Next chapter will be posted in the not too distant future XD