[DISCLAIMER] I don't own Glee.
They're fourteen and have lucked out, a heavy snowfall the night before granting them with a day off school.
Of course, Rachel immediately goes over to Finn's, choosing to spend the day with her best friend.
One of the things she loves about their friendship is that they can hang out together while doing their own, individual things. For example, today: Finn is engrossed in an especially violent video game that makes Rachel wince every time he shoots somebody and Rachel is reading her script for the musical she's a part of. Even though they're doing different things, they still chat about anything and everything and laugh at each other's dumb jokes.
On the screen, Finn's character lets out a flurry of gunshots, forcing Rachel to stop reading, distracted.
"Hey, Finn. Can I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead," he responds, his character running across the screen and ducking behind a car.
"Can I kiss you?"
He doesn't say anything, he doesn't move. His character promptly gets shot dead, but he doesn't even seem to care. He turns to face her, his expression unreadable.
"What did you just say?"
"Can I kiss you?" She repeats, louder this time. "It's a simple question, really."
"W-what? Why would you want to do that? What?"
She rolls her eyes at his incoherence and then begins her explanation. "I have to kiss my co-star in the play and, uh, this is embarrassing but… I've never actually kissed anybody before." She mumbles the last bit, her entire face red with humiliation. She knows Finn won't laugh at her (he never has or will) but she knows he's had a lot of experience in this department (he's a popular football player and has dated multiple cheerleaders and other socialites). He probably inwardly thinks she's a bit of a weirdo.
"I don't think you're weird," he says instantly, reassuringly, reading her face and knowing exactly what she's thinking. "It's totally normal. We're still young. It's cool, Rachel."
"I asked to kiss you because I wanted to… practise… before the play…"
"Oh."
"So, uh, will you? Kiss me?" She fidgets, embarrassed.
"Yeah, sure," he shrugs.
He's just helping out his best friend, right?
Right.
There's no harm in that.
Finn stands up and walks towards Rachel, who's frozen on the bed. He sits down beside her and takes her hands in what's supposed to be a comforting gesture, though it makes Rachel feel worse because it reveals how sweaty her hands have become with nerves. He shifts ever closer to her, their bodies only inches apart and looks down at Rachel's face, her eyes closed in anxious anticipation. He smiles at her sweet, innocent expression and kisses her. Rachel nearly jumps out of her skin at the contact, relaxing after a few seconds when she realises that it feels nice, good. They pull apart and look each other directly in the eyes, their hearts pounding simultaneously.
Rachel opens her mouth to speak, but words let her down and, to her chagrin, she utters, "you are a very effective kisser."
He laughs. Loudly. Soon, she joins in and neither of them can stop.
"Thank you, I guess," Finn says eventually, having never been complimented in such a way before. "Do you feel better now? Experienced?"
"Yes," she replies instantly, then, shyly, tugging the sleeves of her jumper over her hands in a nervous action, says, "although maybe I need a little more practise."
Finn's eyes widen.
"With my friend. Obviously. With my best friend who won't judge me and I only have platonic feelings for, obviously."
He cuts off her rambles by pressing his lips against hers again, deepening the kiss after a few moments.
It's for Rachel's play, though. Nothing more. Just research. Purely research.
Sorry for not posting the last few days, posting two today to make up for it! Hope you enjoy! :)