Chapter Twenty-Nine
Rachel POV
It's been a long week again. We found out we're playing for the Junior Prom again this year. It stresses me out. We have so much to do, with Nationals and finals and Kurt still hasn't told Finn the news about him going to San Francisco. I was planning on telling him tonight after our stay-date.
Kurt is going to watch Chris for the night and we moved the crib into his room this morning. Finn rented movies and I bought groceries to make dinner. I'm really excited. I am in a daze after school, closing my locker and aimlessly walking down the hall thinking about the night ahead of me. I'm going to give myself to Finn for the first time since we've had Chris. I've been taking care of him the best I can but he's very obviously very anxious to do it too. But, it's different, it's more then that.
"Rach" I hear my name behind me and I turn to see Finn running up to me, "Hey, can Sam drive you to pick up Chris and home?"
I'm a little taken aback by this, "uhm, of course. But, why?" I ask grabbing his hands and getting on my tippy toes to kiss him.
He looks at me nervously, "I have to pick something up from Quinn's."
I feel like I've been knocked in the gut, that was honestly the last thing I expected. I force myself to swallow and look at him waiting for him to speak, I know that if I say a word my tone will come out harsh. I don't want that.
Finn pulls me into a near by classroom and I have a flash of the last time I pulled him into an empty classroom, I have to shake my head to erase the memory from my head, "Listen to my whole story before you go all chick-batty on me, okay?" He asks and I just nod before he continues. "I had been having these dreams, all week of Quinn and she was always making me feel really vocable."
I think for a moment and correct him in a calm voice, "vulnerable, Finn. I think you mean vulnerable."
"Yeah, that. Anyway, I was always exposed. Like, last night I was singing and I missed the note and she was just staring at me. And one night she saw me in the shower, and two nights ago she was looking at me while I cry." I notice he speeds over the shower scenerio, but I try not to focus on it. "So, I was racking my brain to figure out what it meant. I couldn't talk to Puck about it. And, I didn't want to upset you. So, I talked to Sam and I guess Santana overheard me and she jumped in and between the three of us we figured out that I had unfinished business with Quinn."
I feel my face flush and I want to cry or storm away. I close my eyes to hide the tears that I am sure are welling up inside of them. Finn wraps his arms around me and continues, "So we couldn't figure out what it would be. I am so in love with you, and I've pretty much realized at this point that what I had with her wasn't real love." His words are starting to comfort me, but it's still not quite there. "But then I thought back to that dream I was crying in. I was crying over something, over a blanket. That's when I realized it, Rach." I open my eyes and his are wide looking straight at me, "I gave her my baby blanket when she was pregnant with Beth, and I realized. That's not hers, that's not Beth's. That's Chris's. That is ours." He says to me kissing both our cheeks, "I need to get this for Chris. It's his." He says it again.
I nod just once, "Okay, Finn. I understand." I know my voice sounds devoid of emotion, but it's because my mind had just gone through an intense emotional roller coaster with his story. I lean up to bring his lips to mine, "I love you." I whisper against his lips before kissing him deeply, "Don't be long, I have a very good night planned out for us." I say as seductively as I can muster.
The obviously excites him, he picks me up and I wrap my legs around him as we kiss, this is highly inappropriate but necessary. I feel as though I need him now, especially after my head went through that emotional tornado.
He slows down our kiss as he sets me back down, against my will might I add. He kisses me lightly for a little bit longer before pushing away, "You've got to go get Chris, remember?" He reminds me and I pout a little before agreeing.
He walks me to Sam's car where Mercedes and Sam are waiting for me, Sam seems a little more patient then Mercedes. After driving me to the daycare to pick up Chris and back home I invite them in and they decline, it's their date night as well. I walk in and Kurt is there to take Chris, I ask him if I can feed him before I pass him off to the babysitter. He says that's fine and I spend a half an hour with Chris downstairs, kissing him and singing to him. I try to hold back tears but I can't any longer, it's all just too much. Finn being at Quinn's, Chris spending the night away from me, even if it's just up the stairs.
I put myself back together and take Chris to Kurt who takes him gladly and I go back down stairs and start to get ready, checking my phone frequently. It's been an hour at this point and my stomach is in knots. After I finish getting ready I walk up the stairs to start dinner, keeping myself busy with everything. I'm making mashed sweet potatoes, a big green salad and a steak for Finn and a pot of steam and mixed seasoned veggies for me. After everything is made and just cooking, I begin to make cookies. Finn still isn't home. I check my phone again and finally decide to give in and text him.
"Everything alright? Dinner is almost finished."
I continue to make the cookies and after fifteen minutes they are in the over and the steak is coming out. I look at it in disgust as I move it to a different plate and put that weird seasoning Finn always puts on it, maybe I'm supposed to season it before,I think just as I hear the front door open and Finn walks in with a bouquet of roses and a small box.
"I'm so sorry I'm late. I couldn't call." He holds up his very broken cell phone and gives me a half-hearted grin.
"Baby" I squeal out of concern, "What happened?"
Finn shrugs and I find my way into his arms, "Quinn threw it across the room when I went to call you."
I roll my eyes at Quinn and kiss him on the cheek, "Baby, tell me what happened."
He tells me the story as I put together the dinner, he tells me how he went over there and explained everything. He explained the dreams and the realization that he needed the baby blanket for Chris. She proceeded to show him the baby book the she had made for Beth. The book had said something about Beth having two fathers' that loved and wanted her and the baby blanket being sewed into a page. It also had the cover of some book that Puck got Quinn about "raising a baby on $5 a day". It said that all three of them wanted her, but in the end Quinn knew that she would have a better life in someone else's hands. All of which is a sweet story. Then, he explained that things got rocky when Finn insisted that seeing as he was never Beth's father that he should have no part in her baby book and that the blanket belonged to Chris. When Quinn continued to resist Finn went to call me and that is when the phone got smashed.
He explained that the next hour was a blur of yelling and screaming and accusing him of never loving her. He also explained to her that he should have never been so hard on her, that their first break up was also very much his fault and that he had detached himself from her upon meeting me. He even told her of the first kiss we had shared while they were still together. Which drove Quinn even more crazy. It ended with Finn all but ripping the blanket out of the book and Quinn explaining that she has some sort of complex that makes her need human attention and that losing Finn's had weighed strongly on her.
After the story, and dinner the cookies are done cooling and we frost them together, I put frosting on his nose and lick it off and I show him I made him a little football cookie.
"This is perfect." Finn says pulling me in and smearing frosting on my cheek. I smile back widely and rub my cheek on his face so we're equally dirty. He spanks my butt and kisses my nose. I feel the tip of his tongue on my skin and I know that he's probably tasting the left behind frosting. "Can I have one now?" He asks sweetly.
"Of course" I say giving him a cookie and biting into one myself. I start to clean up and we hear muffled cries from upstairs and I literally have to pull on Finn's arm so he won't go up stairs, while mentally reminding myself the same.
Afterwards cleaning I walk down the stairs to find Finn putting the movie in 'Life as We Know it'. I smile and jump on the bed and into his arms. "I'm sorry you had such a rough day." I say kissing him softly.
"Nah, it's okay." Finn says laying backwards and yawning.
"If you're too tired to-"
"Don't finish that sentence." Finn says lifting his finger to my lips. "I'm never too tired for that." He says with a wink.
I don't waste any time. I get up to turn off the lights and I'm pulling my shirt and skirt off before I hop into bed, he in turn is pulling off his shirt off and unbuckling his pants. Yeah, we're a little starved for this.
I jump on him and he turns over pushing me on my side and then on my back. He pulls off his jeans, showing me that he's just in his boxer briefs, white, almost see-through boxer briefs. "Mmmm" I breath with a smile as he towers over me. He kisses my stomach, my legs, my neck my shoulder. My everything. I need his lips on mine then, so I pull him up to me. His tongue finds mine and they dance. My hands find his package and I begin to caress it over the shorts and groans quietly into the crook of my neck before putting his lips back on mine. He looks away to control himself and when his eyes lock back on mine they have determination in them.
"You know what I'm going to do?" He asks in a husky voice. It's masculine and amazing.
"What?" I breath out, my voice is panting and not at all sexy.
He rips off my underwear, literally rips them. I didn't really love them anyway, "I am going to make you..." he pauses, I think he doesn't know what word to use.
"Make me come." I breath out, biting my lip.
"Yes." He says with a smile before bringing his lips back down to mine and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I pull off his boxers as he does so.
After just a couple moments, he pushes himself into me and I am grateful I am on the pill because I don't want anything separating him from me. I moan out and Finn puts the pillow over my mouth. Not in a rude way, in a 'there are other people in the house' way. I pull it down so it doesn't cover my eyes and bite into it. He thrusts into my harder and I feel Finn's hand move down to rub me above my entrance. Whatever that is, feels amazing. I throw the pillow down, "Please don't ever stop." I whine.
He smiles, "Can you come? Can you come for me?" He breathes out.
"Yes, I can." I whisper back. "I'm going to." I say as I feel his hands pace increase and he thrusts harder and deeper into me.
"Rachel, I have to..." I feel him release inside me and the walls the surround him convulse.
"Oh, Finn." I say quietly as I dig my nails into his back. I know I am drawing blood and I don't really care. This is amazing.
He lets his weight release onto me and I pull him close, "baby" he whispers. "I'm about to swear, don't be offended." I laugh and nod my approval still breathless from the events, "That was so fucking hot." He whispers and I cannot contain the laughter and he rolls off of me, a perma-smile stuck on his face.
"It was spectacular, Finn." He says with a laugh, "Like, amazing." I continue on. "I seriously am in awe of you, Finn Hudson."
Finn turns on his side and shiver a little from the sudden breeze that occurs now that I'm not wrapped in him. He covers us both with a blanket and pulls me into his side.
"Rachel, can I keep you forever."
I giggle, "Please do."
