Rachel POV
Almost every student wishes for Friday. The start of the weekend but for me it was usually a day I dreaded. Fridays used to mean listening to Leroy and Shelby fighting for hours at night then most weekends would be spilt between dancing lessons, vocal warmups and them fighting. Some weekends I'd go to Kurt's house just to avoid them. Now Fridays mean peaceful nights with Leroy and Hiram and hanging out with Kurt.
But Kurt was barley talking to me. All week he wouldn't say more than a couple words to me a day. I swear we talked more when I went to a school twenty minutes away.
Santana was becoming my new best friend and it was a little refreshing, girls never really liked me I mostly stayed close to boys growing up, almost all of them gay. Santana was different than other girls. She didn't care what other people thought of her, it was refreshing.
Like right now she laid on her stomach flipping through a magazine on my bed. She was wearing a short tight black dress and a long cream sweater while her thigh high boots laid on the floor. It was an off week for the football team which was apparently rare during the fall so Santana insisted we go to Sticks, Breadsticks new all ages club tonight. There was a local band playing and even though Kurt invited me to go tonight earlier this week Santana is the one who followed through with the plans.
"Are sure that's what you want to wear?" Santana's unimpressed voice said. I was currently sitting at my vanity applying some mascara when I stopped mid stroke at her voice. Turing towards her I rolled my eyes.
"You've said that to almost everything I've tried on for you. This is cute."
"Yeah cute if you were a young librarian." She still hadn't looked up from the magazine she flipped through. Standing, I walked over to my floor length mirror going over my outfit. It was a cream semi sheer pleated dress than went to my mid-thigh, with a thick light brown cardigan and black tights. I thought it was cute, it was a little dressy, but I still liked it and felt comfortable. "We are going to see a band not to thanksgiving dinner." Santana continued.
"Yes, but it's a little cold out and if I get warm inside, I could take the sweater off."
"Fine are you almost ready Hudson and Puck should be here any minute."
Taking a deep breath, I go to continue my makeup. The only thing about tonight I'm not looking forward to is spending time outside of school with Finn. Over the last couple days, he's gotten more aggressive dragging me with him to lunch every day, finding any excuse to touch me. Which was confusing on its own because he is so cold and detached but his touch warms me up.
"Can't we just meet them there or you know pretend we don't know them or something?"
"Yeah right even if we did meet them there you don't think that would piss Hudson off even more, he's probably still steaming from you blowing him off after class today." I cringe at the reminder of what happened after out last class today.
"I just didn't want a ride home. I like walking." I whined. Santana let out a laugh and put her boots on.
"And I like going down on Puck for my health." Santana argued.
"Santana! My dad is here!" I whispered yelled at her.
"What your dad is gay he knows how it is."
"That's besides the point. The point is I don't really have a point at the moment except Finn needs to learn that I don't follow his command." I argued. Seeing her roll her eyes through the mirror.
"Sure." She folded her arms across her chest and sent me a pointed look telling me I was talking nonsense which wasn't completely false. I let Finn drag me around, but he didn't control me.
I was about the respond when a loud beeping of the horn came from outside. Great looks like I won't be getting out of that ride today.
"He couldn't even send a message? He had to wake the whole neighborhood." I mutter to myself.
"Its like 8pm on a Friday, chill virgin blood. Come on." Santana grabs my arm and drags me down the steps and out the front, stopping in front of a four door matte black jeep wrangler. Of course, the devil has an all-black jeep with windows tinted so much that they should probably be illegal. He could get away with it being the son of a congressman and a grandson of a senator. Opening the back door I take a deep breathe preparing myself for a long night.
Finn POV
She's nervous. I feel it the moment she takes a seat on the black leather directly behind me. I wonder if she did that on purpose sitting directly behind so she wouldn't have to face me yet. Though shit baby I'm gonna be up in your personal space all fucking night. I'm sick of the bull shit she's been playing all week, pretending I'm an annoyance to her then giving me those big dough eyes whenever I touch her begging me for more. She'll be begging for more tonight when I pull her into an empty hallway and slam her against the wall and lift that pretty little dress and shove my fingers in her. If she thinks those tights are going to keep me out, she's got another thing coming. Nothing and no one is going to keep me from her tonight, least of all her.
"Hud stop at the gas station." Puck said pointing to the gas station on the side of the road.
"No. I have a full tank."
"I need something." Puck said desperately. Well as desperate as he gets which means one thing.
"He needs condoms Hudson. Jesus between you and virgin blood over here I don't know which one of you is more oblivious." Santana's annoyed voiced spoke from the back. Tightening my fist on the steering wheel I jerked over to the gas station. Ignoring the squeak Rachel made in the back from the abrupt turn.
"Go get your condoms and take Satan in the back with you." I order. Getting alone time with Rachel before a crowd of people get a hold on her is just what I need right now. Puck and Santana leave the jeep, leaving me and Rachel all alone.
Control, control, control, its been my moto for as long as I could remember. Never let the enemy know what you're thinking, never hint at what you're thinking, always be five steps ahead of the game. The game currently is sitting in the back with a pretty dress fidgeting with her hands and probably staring out the window counting the seconds she's been alone with me. I don't say anything yet just letting the sounds of Radiohead play.
"Can you turn the heat down?" Her fragile voice quietly sweeps through the jeep. Here's your chance Finn.
"Sure, if you want to get in the front seat with me?" She'd never move up here unprovoked.
"I… I think Puck likes the front so I could just stay back here." Rachel Berry stuttering is something I didn't think I'd hear again.
"Nah Puck is more of a backseat guy in all aspects if you know what I mean?" I could almost feel the light blush taking over her face heating her skin.
"Fine!"
The opening and slamming of the door almost brings a smile to my face. Almost. I text Puck to take his time and not come out for at least ten minutes. Whipping open the passenger door I watch her struggle for minute.
"Need a hand?" I smirk.
"No, I got it." I watch as she takes the step up and gracefully takes a seat. Placing her dress in order and making sure she looks picture perfect. I'm assuming that's Shelby's doing telling her to always look camera ready. Fuck, I can't wait to unravel that lesson. "So, the heat?" she asks.
Adjusting the heat, I turn it down for a moment I consider cranking it up so maybe she'll take off her heavy sweater and give me a glimpse of her bare shoulders. Her hair is pulled to the side in a braid exposing the delicate skin of her neck, if only she took that sweater off showing me the rest. I've always been drawn to certain parts of women. Like some I'm immediately drawn to their eyes or their lips because those are the most telling parts of them. Others their chest and their asses because one I'm a guy and guys are dicks. But on Rachel its always been her pulse point of her neck, it her most openly fragile part of her body. She can hide her emotions in her eyes and her lips hardly ever tell the truth.
"Kurt was leaving the house with Blaine and Mercedes." I announce, trying to piss her off.
"I'm sure he was." She says clenching her fists around the edge of her skirt.
"Doesn't bother you that your supposed bff was going out without you tonight?"
"Why should it bother me? Kurt doesn't need my permission to go out with his friends."
"Even if originally you were supposed go with them?" I question her reminding her that she was supposed to go out with him tonight before I interfered.
"How do you know that?" She spits out turning to glare at me, her brown eyes blazing with anger.
I feel my lips curling in a smirk. When is she gonna learn that I know everything?
"He told my mother earlier this week." It isn't exactly a lie, but it isn't quite the truth either. He did tell my mother he was going to Sticks tonight he just didn't say who he was going with.
"Well it isn't any or your business if I was supposed to go with him or anyone else or if I was even planning on leaving my house tonight." She says staring directly out the front window, not even sparing me a glance.
"Your business is my business." I spat, tightening my hands on the steering wheel.
Turning her glare on me she spoke lowly, "I am not your business."
"Rachel, I know you're a smart person so quit acting so stupid." Taking a deep breath and catching her eyes I include her on the obvious details that she is so clearly missing. "I'm in charge, incase you missed it people fear me. Maybe you should start because you don't want me as an enemy, hell I'm not even nice to my friends so can you imagine what I'd be like to the people who don't follow in line with the rest."
"What do you want from me?" She whispers.
Inching closer so there's barley an inch between us, her eyes staring into mine looking to me for direction.
"I want you to fall at your knees just the way I found you because baby I'm the almighty King around here and you're a mere peasant. Maybe that's harsh but you'll just get used to it."
"And if I don't?"
"Do you really want to find out? I mean look how easy it was to get Kurt to drop you like a bad habit."
"Kurt didn't drop me." She insists.
"If you actually believe that than maybe you aren't as smart as I thought." Brushing my hand on her cheek biting back my smile when she flinches at my touch. "All you have to is follow me instead of fighting me."
Trailing my hand down the side of her face I settle in on the pulse of her neck moving her hair away from her neck, loving when her breath hitches with my movements. It reminds of a time when everything I did made her lose her breath.
"Why do you want me? I'm not stupid, the way you touch me, the way you watch me when you think I'm not looking, the way you make me at school act towards me, why make me suffer because you clearly have some weird fascination with me?" she struggles to get the words out, maybe scared of my reaction.
"You'll figure it out."
The slamming of Puck's hand on the hood of the jeep breaks her trance on me, shaking her head she tries to figure it out, but she won't know anything until I'm ready for her to know. Like I said always be five steps a head of the game and she is the game. The game with only one player and no rules. And now that she knows where I want her the rest of the night should me interesting. The back door open and Puck and Santana get in.
"Who's ready for some fun?" Puck shouts gripping on to my shoulder giving me a shake. Shaking him off I let him and Rachel know exactly what's going on in my head.
"The fun is just getting started."
