A/N: Hi guys ! Sorry if this a one day late. i thought my last update was Wednesday. But here's the next chapter.
Thanks for the kind reviews. I'm glad that you guys still read my ridiculous stories :)
Okay so, about this chapter. Finn will finally know his mystery girl's name and it will be unexpected. A new character is introduce and i know this is a short one but i only want this story to last up to chapter 10 but i'll try to make it longer i promise.
Sam/Mike/Finn friendship is here. i don't know if i'm going to put everyone in here since Finn is in glee club. But anyways, i hope you like this one.
I said it on the last chapter but I'll say it again here. Rachel is not a slut. There's a reason why she is acting that way and you'll find out as the story progresses.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in here but my idea. Enjoy reading ! :)
She tore her lips from mine when we're out of breaths. She giggled as she stared at me and put her hands on her hips.
"You sure this is your first time kissing a girl? Because I think you're great at it." she smirked.
My face blushed and I chuckled. "I was um, actually following your lead." I shrugged.
"Lie on your back." She said all of a sudden, cocking her head to point the bed. I stared at her for a moment because I think my mind is having difficulties to process any words that she's saying right now and also because I'm so turned on right now and admittedly hard in my pants. She seemed oblivious about it though so I just nodded and do what she says.
She crawled on the bed once I was flat on my back and straddled me on the hips. I inhaled sharply when I felt her 'private part' brushed against mine. She just smirked at me again when she noticed it.
"So I guess, you're still haven't had sex with anyone?" she asked.
I nodded slowly, my head not really into what she's saying because I think she's grinding her groin against mine on purpose now. I groaned softly and noticed that she's saying something. When she noticed that I wasn't listening, she stopped her movements. I felt disappointed and relieved at the same time.
She narrowed her eyes at me but then smiled before leaning down to whisper on my ear.
"Is this hot enough for you?" she licked my earlobe. I closed my eyes when she started nibbling my ear and went down to kiss my neck until she reaches my collarbone. She went back once again to my ear, doing the same thing over and over and then switches to the other side.
"Finn, you're not answering my question," she kissed my ear before going down again to my neck.
"Finn," she whispered once again. She leaned up and I opened my eyes to look at her. She's smiling down at me and bites her lip.
"Finn, dude, wake up!" she said. Whoa, what? Dude?
"Finn, come on, man." I opened my eyes and found Sam and Mike standing beside the bed. I sat up quickly, searching the room for her but failed. Was it all just a dream?
"We should really get going, man. It's almost morning and we still got school." Mike said, patting my shoulder before the two of them left the room.
I wiped my face with my hands. Maybe it was really all just a dream then. Then why does it feel so real? It felt like last night was all real and meeting that girl and making out on this room felt so real. I lazily dragged myself out of the bed, checked my phone for messages. I got one message but it was from some unknown number.
Hey, this is my number. Last night was really great and I hope we can do it again some other time. See you around xxx
– your girl ;)
My lip curled up when I read the nickname she gave herself. My Girl. So everything is not as dream after all. I put my phone back to my pocket and made my way downstairs.
It was a mess when I arrived downstairs. No, I think that's an understatement. I think some tornado attacked their house and decided to put wasted teenagers everywhere. I found Sam and Mike talking to some girls at the kitchen. I tried looking for her but I can't find her everywhere.
"Come on, Finn. Let's go." Sam said when they turned to me.
"Yeah, okay." I said. I looked around for one last time before following the two out of the house.
"Last night was really fun." Sam exclaimed. "Lot of hot girls and I even scored with some of them." He stated proudly.
The three of us climbed inside Sam's car, Sam on the backseat and Mike and I on the front. I started the car, since I was still the designated driver and the most sober one, and finally hit the road.
"What happened to you both anyways?" Sam asked. "I haven't seen you two around the house last night."
"I was with Tina all the time." Mike shrugged.
"You're whipped, dude." Sam chuckled and Mike just gave him the finger. "What about you? Don't tell me you just went upstairs to sleep the entire night, Finn."
Well no, I was making out with a girl that I met on the street but never got the chance to get her name. Seriously, why on earth did I forget to ask that? It's like the first thing that you asked a girl that you like. It's because you're already exchanging saliva with her before you remembered. Yeah, that's a bit right. I was so caught up with everything that's happening that I didn't know what I should be doing in the first place.
"Hey," Sam patted my shoulder. "Are you even listening?"
"What?" I glanced at him through the rearview mirror.
"I said did you meet a girl last night?" he said slowly as if he's talking to a kid.
"Um, no." Okay, so I just lied to my best friends. But how can they even believe me if I said that I did meet someone and made out and grind with her upstairs but forgot to ask her name? They would just think that I'm crazy or something and then laugh. Yeah, they would really laugh at me.
None of us speak for the rest of the ride. The two just slept the whole ride while I was left with my thoughts about the girl once again. I don't know what I should do next. Did last night mean that we're a thing now? No, of course it doesn't. I don't even know when I will see her again. She's not a student in McKinley. I don't know her name or if the house that I saw her sneaking out is even her house. The only that I have in her is her number. Should I text her? What will I say if I text her? This is harder than solving a math problem.
When we arrived at Sam's house, I woke the two up and said goodbye to them. I checked my phone to look at the time. It's already 6 in the morning. I still have a few minutes before my mom and Burt woke up. I jogged my way back to my house, taking the same road earlier. I glanced at the house where I saw her last night. It was two-storey house just like every house on the neighborhood. I stopped for a second to stare at the house. I am also hoping that somehow I will see her.
My phone vibrated on my pocket. I took it out to look at the text and found out that it was from her again.
You look like a creeper staring outside my house right now. Go home ;)
I chuckled and look back to the house. I still can't find any signs of her inside. Maybe she was looking through the blinds, I don't know. I decided to text her back.
Sorry. I just can't stop thinking about you.
Ditto :) Go home. See you when I see you.
And when is that exactly?
You'll know when the time comes. xo
Okay, she sure is a teaser. I put the phone back to my pocket and take one last glance to her house before started jogging again as I made my way home.
Lucky for me, my parents are still sleeping soundly in their room so I managed to get inside my room quietly and no disturbances. I take off my clothes, leaving only my boxers. I lied down to my bed and stared at the ceiling. I think you already know who I was thinking. I think this is becoming an addiction now. So this is what love feels like. No, wait, not love, maybe infatuation. No, not that either. Never mind. Whatever this is, I hope it will turn out great.
I closed my eyes and soon drifted off to sleep, dreaming about those hazel brown eyes and soft lips that I just can't wait to kiss again.
The next day felt a bit different. I woke up and got ready for school just like every other day. My parents and Kurt were oblivious about what happened last night so I guess that was a relief. We had breakfast and Kurt and I left, that's that. But the feeling is still there, actually. It really feels like something different is going to happen today. I don't know if it is a bad thing or not, if it is about her or someone else. And that feeling remains in the pit of my stomach as I walk to the halls of McKinley.
I spotted Mike and Sam at my locker, seems to be waiting for me.
"Hey, man, did you hear that there's a new History teacher in McKinley?" Sam gossiped. "Turns out, Mr. Willow had been fired due to drinking on school grounds and teaching drunk." He shook his head as if it was a bad news. Well, it's not actually. Mr. Willow had been teaching us how The Great Wall of China was created because of the laziness of the Chinese to hike on the mountains. I think he really deserves what happened to him.
"Who's the new teacher, then?" I asked, a bit curious.
"Well, we don't know yet but they said that it's a guy and he came from Carmel High." Mike said.
"Maybe we could ask him some tips on how to beat Vocal Adrenaline." Sam intervened. Mike and I just shook our heads.
The bell rang and all of the students made their way to their classes, including the three of us. Mike and Sam have the same class while I was on to History. I made my way to the room and waited for the teacher to arrive. Everyone around me is gushing about the teacher too so I guess the teacher must have been popular. I sat, as usual, at the back, having no one seated next to me, which is fine because all the other students who sat next to me at some of my classes were either mean or doesn't want to talk to me at all. So I felt at ease when I'm all by myself. I put my bag on the chair next to me and tapped my pen on the desk just to entertain myself.
Eventually someone emerges from the door and revealed an old looking guy. He put the briefcase that he's holding on the teacher's table and takes a glance at all of us. The man is a bit scary from my point of view. He's not that really tall but the way he moves says that he likes to order around and torment people. He has gray curls hair and dark brown eyes. He wears a gray colored vest and a white shirt underneath with a silver tie. He doesn't wear any glasses but I think he uses one. All in all, I think he's going to be an additional terror to all the students. Looks like Coach Sylvester has a new best friend. Not that I really cared about it.
"The name is Leroy Berry," he stated as he took a marker and write his name on the board. "I'm obviously the new History teacher that everyone's had been talking about."
Everyone on the class remained silent. All of them were staring at the new teacher like it was their drill sergeant. I, on the other hand, am a bit happy. They say that you can really learn a lot of things to a teacher who doesn't give a shit about everyone but himself and his teaching, and I like teachers like that. I guess this can be one of my new favorite subjects.
"I have rules and I want each and every one of you to follow them." He went to sit on his chair as he started to look at each of us in the eye, like he was trying to memorize our faces.
"One, I don't want students coming late at my class. Two, I don't want talking unrelated things in my class especially when I'm teaching and lastly, I don't want students coming in to my class without having their home works with them. I'll be a good teacher if you will be a good student."
He paused for a moment and turned his head towards the door. I glanced there too and noticed that there is someone standing there. Oh no, he just said that he doesn't want any students late at his class. Does this mean that someone is going to take the first outburst of Mr. Berry?
"There is also a new student that is going to studying here in McKinley." He said as he turned his head back to us.
He motioned his hand to someone outside. The student entered slowly and it's a girl. Maybe it's his daughter. When the girl finally faced all of us, I think my heart just stilled for a second or two. Am I still dreaming? I think this is just a dream. No it can't be. I pinched myself just to be sure. It hurts. I looked back up to stared at her and she was still there, and she seems to be staring directly at me.
"Introduce yourself." Mr. Berry said to her.
"Hi, my name is Rachel Berry." She said simply. I looked around and found everyone staring at her too, especially the guys. I mean who wouldn't be. She wears a tight fitting dress and a leather jacket with a kneel-high boots. She looks just the same when I met her yesterday. Beautiful.
"Okay, Rachel, find an empty seat so we can start the lesson now." Mr. Berry said to his daughter and Rachel just nodded before walking herself towards the back of the room, towards me to be precise, since next to me is the only empty seat that she can sat on.
I gulped and waited for her to sit. I don't know what I should do. Should I say hi to her? Would that make me look like a wimp? Maybe I should just smile. Yeah, that's a good idea. I turned to look at her when she finally sat on the chair next to mine. But she didn't look at my way.
I blinked a few times. Okay, maybe she doesn't want to talk right now. Or maybe she's ignoring me. I don't know what to think anymore, because maybe I was just expecting things to happen between us after last night.
My phones vibrated in my pocket and I take a peek under the desk to check who it is, it was her. I turned to look at her but she's looking at the teacher – er, her dad, as he started the lesson. She doesn't even look like she's doing anything other than stare in front.
So you finally know my name :)
Yeah. You have a beautiful one.
I looked back to the front and Mr. Berry is still oblivious about what's happening between me and her daughter. My phone vibrated again.
Flattery will get you nowhere Hudson ;)
How did she know my last name?
You know what my name is?
I know a lot about you mister
Her text made me turn my head to her. She knows a lot about me? How? Did she ask Sam and Mike? But how come neither of the two talked to me about her? Her eyes were still on front but there's a glimpse of smile in her lips, telling me that she knows what I'm doing.
How?
;)
I waited for her to send me another text a few minutes had passed and I still receive nothing. She's teasing me. She's leaving me hanging in here.
Eventually my phone vibrated again and I quickly read what she just sent me.
Ready for your next lesson?
What is it?
Don't move
I frowned at that. What does she mean with that? I put my phone back on my pocket and just sat up right on my chair, doing what she just told me to do. I acted like I was listening to Mr. Berry, just staring at him while he speaks while I think about her confusing text.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my thigh. It made me still for a while and when I look down, I found out that it was hers. I look at her and her eyes are still on front. How can she do something like this and made it look like she's doing nothing under the desk?
Her hand started to creep up slowly on my thigh until it was almost to my inner thigh. My heart started beating faster. I am actually nervous and excited on what is going on right now. Her father who is also a very strict teacher is just right in front of us and she's doing a stunt like this in his class. I don't think I want to imagine what will happen to me if her dad caught us.
The bell suddenly rang and her hand was quickly gone from my thigh. I breathed a sigh of relief or was it disappointment? I don't know. She stand took her bag and gave me a smirk before leaving, walking towards his dad to give him a kiss on the cheek before leaving the room.
What just happened? How come I always ask that whenever something happens between us? Maybe because it was very impossible to happen on me. I fix myself to hide my raging hard on inside my pants before standing up and leaving the room.
My phone vibrated again from my pocket and when I pull it out, the text was from her again.
Too bad we didn't finish what we started earlier. See you around, Finn xx
The day went by so fast that it felt like I was just sleep walking. I've been in my every class for the day but none of them interest me at all today. My head was so busy thinking about the only girl that wants to do dirty stuff with me and I feel like I'm being such a creep now. Is this still normal? I can't stop thinking about her and it scares the hell out of me.
When the glee club meeting ended, I marched my way home as I walk down the halls of McKinley alone once again. Sam and Mike have other plans for today, just like every other day. Seriously, do they even stay at home for once?
I stopped on my tracks when I spotted Rachel leaning on wall, filing her nails. She was alone and I don't know why she is still in school. Is she waiting for me? I hope so.
She looks up and smiled when she saw me. Okay, yeah, she was waiting for me.
"I had a feeling you're still here." She pushes herself from the wall and walked closer to me. "I spotted you earlier talking to that glee club director so I thought maybe you're in his club."
"You waited for me?" I asked.
"Yeah. Is that a bad thing?" her brows furrowed.
"No. I just never realized that – "
"I'm not just like any other girl, Finn. And no, I'm not just saying that because it's from some sappy romantic novel that I just read. It's true, though. I'm not just some girl in high school." She then grabs my hand and started to walk, dragging me with her.
"Um, where are we going?"
"Somewhere only we know." She turned her head to me then winked. "Don't worry you'll like it there, especially what I'm going to do to you." she smirked before turning her head back as she pulled me as we exit the school.
Is this really my life from now on? Not that I'm complaining. It's just felt unreal and everything that happened last night was still processing in my head. I like this girl though. Not just because she's teaching me things on how to be passionate with a girl. She's just cool and the first girl that didn't look at me like some dweeb that can never had any girl in Lima. I just hope that whatever this is going on between us, it won't end that soon because all I want to do since last night is spent all my days with her. And to call her my girlfriend, of course.
A/N: So how was it? Please tell me what you think :)
Next chapter: Rachel and Finn's "date". We'll get to know Rachel more and I guess more characters will be introduce. I hope you come back and continue reading this story. It means so much to me that I have you guys.
Thanks for reading.
About Glee: Okay so everyone know that I'm 100% Finchel shipper but since I want Rachel to be happy with someone before the series ended next year, I want her to be paired with Sam (no hate please). I was really disappointed when I read the spoilers that Mercedes will be sticking around in NY and Samcedes will be on again. Not that I don't want Samcedes. It's just that I was really expecting Samchel to happen ever since Movin' Out aired. If Samchel will not happen in glee then I guess I should just find a Samchel fic in this site. Sorry for the rant. :)