A/N: Inspiration came from this pic from tumblr, I couldn't resist. Not truly smut - but you get the idea! Pic here: bit . ly/QFj18h


au Finchel where Rachel sees Kurt's brother semi-naked. *Cue facial expression*

Okay, it was by total chance that, - no, really, she wasn't even trying to -, but honestly, it's not like she deliberately, - fine damnit, she had no excuse.

Finn was in the shower, she knew it was him of course – since Kurt had phoned her about midday and told her about some crisis at work that he had to disappear for. So getting to the apartment and hearing the shower running, barring some crazy person in their apartment, she knew Kurt's brother was supposed to stop by after his shift at the firehouse. It was Tuesday, and he usually showered at their place before heading to the orphanage nearby where he did volunteer work twice a week.

Like, he had a key and all, for emergencies and just in case Kurt forgot his (which he did often enough) but aside from his usual Tuesday pop-bys, she rarely saw him, since she was usually at work.

(Thankfully) Today, she had the day off from the theatre and had come back early, planning on taking a long bath, catch up on her soap operas and just relaxing. Finding Finn showering in her apartment was just a bonus.

She'd always thought Kurt's brother was adorable, and nothing like Kurt (she loved her best friend but Kurt was one of a kind, she really couldn't deal with two of them). Tall, broad-shouldered with the warmest amber eyes and sweetest smile God ever blessed a man with. She did harbour a little crush, but she wasn't sure how Kurt would feel about them dating so she never made a pass at him. And Finn never did towards her. Besides, he was rather nice to look at. She didn't mind so much.

But honestly? Could you blame her for standing in the hallway, imagining that fine specimen of a man a few feet from her?

Naked?

With water running down his body?

It was like a flower trying to refuse sunlight. Tinkerbell refusing applause.

Finn was sexy. And disarmingly charming and sweet. And most of the time, she was pretty sure he didn't realize it.

A barrage of thoughts and images exploded in her mind as she thought of him. Them. Together. In the kitchen. In the bedroom. The living room. Outside on the balcony. In the shower. In Kurt's fitting room. Warmth spread through her body and she leaned on the arm of the couch at the familiar surge of emotion in her nether region.

If she was simply thinking about -

She dragged herself from her internal ramblings when she heard the water cut off. She stood still, silently warring with herself whether to dash to her bedroom or stay where she was…

Good Lord.

The man came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, steam pouring out from behind him. His wet hair was plastered to his forehead, tendrils of water making their way lazily down his chest – strong and well-defined – the towel barely hiding the sinful curve of his hips as it disappeared beneath the terry cloth.

She wish she knew magic so she could make it fall from his body. Christ,Adonis should be jealous.

She bit her lip, dragging her eyes up his body, swallowing the thought that was trying to force it way from her mouth.

She met Finn's eyes, her cheeks burning at the surprise frozen on his face. He started blushing too, his chest reddening the longer she stared at him then slowly smiled, the dimple his cheek deepening as one side of his mouth lifted.

"Um, hi Rach."

She nearly melted right there.


A/N2: If you really want more finchel smut, check out finchel-smut-army at tumblr.. fun guaranteed ;-)