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For Cory Allan Michael Monteith
The first thing I think about every morning
Is you.
"Do you really have to leave?" Rachel pouts.
"I kinda do. I'm sorry." He replies, leaning over to kiss at her lips. She looks so beautiful. Her long, brown hair fanned out across the pillow, pink lips swollen from last night's kisses and her chocolate eyes give a slight hint of playfulness.
She wraps her hands around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. She breathes in his scent and she thinks she's never felt happier since, well, since then. Without warning, she flips him over, pins both her knees on each side of his waist and says in triumph "Haha! Now you're trapped! You can't go anywhere!"
He guffaws.
"I can easily stand up you know."
"No you can't."
"Babe, I'm three times your size. I'm sure I can manage."
The endearment slips easily from his tongue. He thinks that he kinda likes it, actually.
To prove his point, he secures his arms around her waist as he flips his legs over the edge of the bed.
He laughs at the pout forming on her lips again. He kisses them once, twice, three times before he stands up, wraps her legs around him, and walks out of the bedroom. Not before she steals his dress shirt though.
She buries her nose into his neck and places a chaste kiss there.
The moment he settles her on the kitchen counter, his stomach decides to make a rather loud growling sound.
She laughs and pats his tummy.
"I wore you out, huh?" She says, tracing the little patch of hair there.
He smiles shyly as she points to the coffee maker.
"Coffee's over there. What do you wanna have for breakfast? Bacon? Eggs?"
"I think I'm good. Coffee will do. Besides, I'll probably be late for work if I stay for breakfast." He cocks his eyebrow, fingers running along the insides of her thighs.
"You can't resist me." She smirks.
"I can!" He says, turning around to make some coffee. "I most definitely can!"
"Then stay for breakfast."
He bites the insides of his cheek.
"Tempting. But no."
She smiles sadly as she puts on his dress shirt, loving that it smells like him.
He turns around, with a freshly made cup of coffee and his jaw drops.
"God, you look sexy."
"Do I get to keep this?" She asks.
He settles the mug next to her and says, "Well, you can, but what am I going to wear to work?"
He runs his fingers through her soft, messy hair.
"Don't go." She whines, placing her palms on his bare chest.
"I have to, baby girl."
"Well, at least promise to call me when you're on break?"
"Of course." He smiles, planting one last kiss before downing his coffee in one giant gulp.
"I'm really going to need my shirt back though."
He's late for work, obviously, with Rachel refusing to give him back his shirt, and when she does, she's completely bare underneath, and he had to grit his teeth and muster all his strength to walk away.
He's only five minutes late though. Maybe Mr Schuester wouldn't notice. He sprints his way up the stairs, panting as he slams his workbag onto his makeshift desk.
"Finn!" Mr Schuester shouts. "Where have you been?"
"I-I"
"Never mind, come see me in my office."
"So, I've given your assignment to Puckerman. You've really disappointed me this time, Finn. But since you've failed to report back to me about our next cover, you've left me with no choice."
Finn stands there dumbfounded. He'd totally been distracted by Rachel's beautiful brown eyes that he'd forgotten all about his work.
"I really thought you have potential, Finn." Mr Schuester continues. "I put so much faith in you, though you're only an intern. I sent you to a big after party, and you've let me down. I'm sorry, Finn. But you're back to fetching coffee for the other employees again. At least until I see some improvement."
He deserves it he guesses. He nods sadly before turning to walk out of the office.
Well, at least he didn't get fired. He sighs, walking dejectedly back to his tiny office table.
"Hey baby." She smiles into her phone. "Thanks for remembering to call."
"I wouldn't forget. I miss you."
"I miss you too. It's really lonely here."
"I know."
She detects a hint of sadness in his voice. Something she hasn't heard before.
"What's wrong?"
"Huh?"
"You sound upset."
"No. No. I- well, my boss got mad at me. It's – It's nothing."
"Baby, what happened?"
"Well," He pinches the nose bridge between his eyes. "You know at the after party last night?"
"Yeah?"
"I was supposed to be looking for someone to be on the cover of our next issue. But – we – I got distracted."
She chortles into the phone.
"Well, I've been known to be very appealing."
"More than very."
She bites her lip. "Could I come over to your place tonight? I mean. If it's okay with you."
"Of – of course. It's a little small though – probably not what you're used to."
"It's okay. I'm sure it's nothing but homey and wonderful."
"Alright. I'll pick you up at 8?"
"Okay."
"Okay."
She tries on dress after dress, scrutinising every part, as she stands in front of her mirror. It takes almost an hour before she decides on a white flowy dress with little red hearts. She applies her killer red lipstick and it doesn't take long before she hears the doorbell. She checks the clock. 8:00. Wow. Finn's right on time.
"Finn." She says, opening the front door.
"For you." He says, brandishing a bouquet of roses.
She gasps. "Oh Finn, they're beautiful."
Extending his right arm, he says, "Ready to go M'Lady?"
Taking it, she laughs. "Always, M'Lord."
"I know. It's a tiny apartment. But it's all I can afford for now." He says, flicking the light switch on.
Her eyes scan the entirety of the room. It's pint-sized yes, but it's cozy, it's humble and so unpretentious. She can see why he loves it here.
"It's marvellous Finn, I love it." She says in earnest.
"Well I'm glad." He smiles. "Make yourself at home. I'll go open up a bottle of wine."
"Okay."
She wanders over to his massive bookshelf. Her fingers dancing over the spines of the thousands of books he has. She's impressed. She picks up one. Wuthering Heights? Hmm. Not bad.
"Sorry. I'm kind of a bookworm." He says, startling her for a bit as she turns around.
"I'm not surprised." She says, taking the wine glass from his hand.
He guides her to the sofa and puts his arm around her as she cuddles into him.
"This is nice." She remarks after a while.
"The wine? Yeah. It's French."
She laughs as she takes a sip and places the glass on the table. "I meant, you and me. Not that the wine isn't lovely."
"Oh."
She decides to climb onto his lap to straddle him, before grabbing his face with both her hands to bring his lips to hers. He reciprocates, his fingers trailing up from her waist, to her back and interlocking them with the strands of her golden brown hair. He coaxes her mouth open to gently slip his tongue inside. She tenderly caresses her tongue with his before he suddenly breaks the kiss saying,
"What are we doing?"
"Huh?" Her brows furrow, and she looks a little offended.
"What are we doing? You and me? What are we?"
"It – it can be anything you want." She says softly.
"I mean, I want, more than anything for you to be my girl. But you're totally way above my league. Hell, how is this even real? You're so beautiful and so talented. I'm this nobody fro-"
She cuts him off with a fierce kiss to his lips. "You're not a nobody. You're going to be a successful writer, I know it. I want very much too, to be your girl. I want to hold your hand as we walk down the street. I want to be able to kiss you anytime I want. I want to. I want it all. I – it's just that paparazzi follow me around. Everywhere. And it's not fair to you."
"I guess we could keep it a secret. We could sneak around for a little while."
"I guess." She smiles. "It's better than nothing."
"So… are you gonna be my girl?" He asks, singing in the tune of that JET song.
She laughs and slaps in across his chest.
"You're such a dork. Of course, I will." She kisses him again.
He places his palm against her left cheek and brushes her bangs away with his thumb.
"Hey, do you believe in love at first sight?" He whispers.
"I think I do."
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