DISCLAIMER: I neither own Glee nor the characters. . . nor the actors who portray the characters. The characters are property of Ryan Murphy, and the actors are real people who have the best job in the world. This is purely for fun. Enjoy! :)

A/N: Well Hello, my dears. We have finally reached the last chapter of my first AU. I LOVED writing this story, and I am sad that it's over already! I seriously could have written this story forever, but it needed to get wrapped up. I have some ideas for new stories, but I will not be writing every day anymore; I can't keep up with it. But be on the lookout for me, I will be back. I promise!

Enjoy the final chapter of Casting Call!

Oh, and . . .**CITRUS ALERT!!** You know I couldn't end the story without one of these!

Casting Call

Chapter Thirteen: Publicity Stunt

"Finn Hudson, you put me down right this second!" Finn laughed at the screaming girl in his arms as he tried to rush past a crowd of stagehands and PA's. He needed to get out of this stuffy, stuck-up charity event with Rachel right-fucking-now.

"Excuse me, pardon me, coming through," He yelled at the sea of tuxedos and dresses he was pushing past. Finally, he reached a side door. Anything to get him the hell out of this venue--

Opening the door, he almost dropped Rachel on her butt when he was unceremoniously blinded by the flashes of a hundred cameras. The side door just happened to lead to the media tents. He turned around to try to push through the crowd again, but the paps pulled him into the media tent by the lapel of his jacket. Great.

"Finn! Rachel! Can you tell us what just happened? Was it planned? Was it all a publicity stunt for the show?" A blonde woman stuck a microphone in his face and a TV camera was filming him with Rachel still in his arms. They shared matching looks of shock, and Rachel finally hit Finn in the shoulder hard enough to make him put her down. Rachel took a second to straighten out her dress, then grabbed the microphone from blonde lady.

"I will have you know, that this performance was anything but a publicity stunt. It was a confession of true love, and an attempt to clear the slanderous rumors that I am currently dating both of my co-stars; which is both ludicrous and tacky." The blonde woman looked on in shock as Rachel ranted on in front of the cameras about her heartfelt gesture and how much her donation would impact cancer research. "It's so important to give back, you know?" She stated with her award winning smile.

The blonde woman took a second to absorb everything that Rachel had spewed out and then gave them a pleasant smile. "So you two are truly together?"

Finn took this opportunity to say the words he'd been dying to say since day one. "Yes, Rachel Berry is my girlfriend and I love her. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't even be here." Making eye contact with Rachel, he could see the tears welling over her chocolate eyes. He bent down and placed his lips on hers, wrapping his arms around her and burying her in his embrace. He could hear the cameras snapping behind him, an the woman reporting on "True Love in the Cast of Glee," but neither moved.

Because neither cared.

After the impromptu interview with the press, Finn and Rachel escaped the venue on foot. There was only one car that brought the cast to the event, so it had to stay and wait for the event to be finished. Instead, they headed out on foot, in their expensive clothes and uncomfortable shoes. The two celebrities didn't care. Let people see them holding hands on the sidewalk in their ridiculous clothing. They were free.

"Hey, Broadway, you hungry? They say these events are catered but they give you plates with no food on it!"

Shaking her head, she laughed heartily. "Ohio, I am in a Zac Posen dress with Louboutin heels. I can't just waltz into a White Castle!"

"Why the fuck not? Let's go!" He grabbed her hand and dragged the Broadway star into a fast-food joint with greasy tables and dirty floors. He took one look at Rachel, dressed to the nines in such a place, and laughed his ass off. It was like seeing the Venus de Milo in a crack house.

They ate their greasy burgers and practically ran back to Finn's apartment. After a while she couldn't walk anymore in her heels, so she carried them as Finn carried her back to his apartment. When they entered the dark, empty space, they were naked before they were even able to get the lights on. They never did get the lights on actually, and they left their expensive clothes and shoes in a messy heap by the door. Finn idly hoped Puck didn't trip over those Louboutin heels on his way into the house. Those things can do damage to feet no matter if they stepped on you or you stepped on them.

They playfully crashed onto Finn's bed, and he took the moment to turn on his lights so he could see her gorgeous face. She still had a ton of makeup on, and she didn't remove the diamonds that were dripping off of her ears and neck. She looked like a fucking movie star, and she was his movie star. His Broadway. And now the world knew.

He didn't hesitate to take her into his arms as he grew hard and desperate next to her. When was the last time they'd made love? He remembered with a painful twinge that it had been the night before the paparazzi scandal. It might have only been a week, but it had felt like a lifetime.

Never again. He would never let anything get between them again. Not fame, not money, not the media. Nothing.

He frantically found her mouth in the dim lighting of his bedroom and he felt Rachel metling into his embrace. He inhaled sharply as her hand closed around him, and he was seeing stars as she stroked him into a flurry of pleasure. He pushed her hands away, not wanting their fun to end so soon, and he attacked her chest with his hands and mouth. Caressing the soft flesh, he grew harder and harder with every moan and sigh that came out of her mouth. He would never tire of the way her breasts fit perfectly in his hands, and the salty but sweet taste of her skin when he brought his mouth to her nipple. She arched her back under his mouth and groaned with pleasure. It was almost enough to drive him over the egde.

So he pulled away from her. She was whimpering from the loss of contact, but not for much longer. Pulling on a condom, he laid next to her; stroking her hair, kissing her forehead and her lips. She giggled under his soft touches, and writhed sensually while he slipped his fingers inside of her to see if she was ready for him. Her legs opened slowly and he knew. She was more than ready.

He held her close to him as he entered her, slowly, as to savor the moment. The moment when they could love the other without worry, without secrets, without hiding. There was nothing to be afraid of anymore. When he started to thrust he couldn't stop the moans from escaping his mouth. She was so gorgeous, and her body felt so good; surrounding him and filling him with all the peace he'd ever felt. It was like he was home.

He continued to push and pound into her willing body, and her screams of pleasure were like a symphony of sex to his ears. He looked down at her and saw nothing but the purest pleasure on her face. He was in heaven.

He could feel her tightening around her, and he increased his speed as he felt his own orgasm building. Rachel's arms gripped Finn's shoulders like a vice as he felt her squeezing him and sighing in pleasure. A few more thrusts and he was joining her in bliss as well, losing himself in the feeling of her and the love he felt in that moment.

They laid next to the other for hours, not moving. They didn't have to plan out a means of escape. They didn't have to sneak out before dawn. They didn't have to bring an extra set of clothes so no one thought otherwise. They just laid there, and fell asleep in the blissful haven of the other's arms.

For weeks and weeks after the Charity Event, people talked about nothing but the Finchel/Puckleberry debate, and the validity of the song that Rachel sang for Finn. No matter how many times they admitted that it had been real, everyone thought it had been a publicity stunt. They could say nothing to get people to think otherwise.

But they didn't care. They were finally a true Hollywood couple, going out to restaurants and art shows and museums. They had their pictures taken on the street and at all the fancy events. They no longer had to hide their PDA.

And they made Ryan rip up the confidentiality agreement. They didn't want their friends to carry that burden anymore.

In fact, they encouraged the cast to talk about their relationship now. There were still people who believed the song was a hoax, and that Rachel was still "head over heels in love" with Puck. So as long as the cast was out pimping their relationship, they were hoping to convert the Puckleberry's over to the Finchel side.

Glee was better than ever. The cast returned to the lot to film the final nine episodes of the season, and Finn and Rachel had more fun now than ever before on the set. Before they had tried to avoid each other as much as they could to fool the cast. Now they used every break as an opportunity to sing and crack jokes together. It was fun. And Glee was becoming more and more popular as the days went by.

One day while they were on set, Ryan came in with the other writers, Brad and Ian, and sat the cast down.

"Well guys, we have some good news about next season." Finn and Rachel shared a warm look. As far as they were concerned, Glee wasn't going anywhere. It was one of the hottest shows of the year! "We are going to introduce three new characters to the show, and because we had so much luck last time," Ryan looked at Finn and smiled, "We've decided to make the roles available through another open casting call!"

Finn just sat back in his seat and smiled. Another casting call. Another chance for a lonely loser like him to break into a life of stardom. He felt a small, warm, hand squeeze his. He looked down at Rachel, his love, his everything, and smiled.

"Maybe we can find another small town boy like you, Ohio."

"Only if he can find his own starlet to guide him. This town can eat you alive, Broadway."

The casting call went out and a few months later, Finn walked up to the lot with a familiar scene in front of him. He saw a bus, filled with people who looked more nervous than confident, pouring into the small building where they held auditions. He knew he had to be on set in a half an hour, but he detoured from his trailer to the building. He walked in and saw the waiting room filled with people. Nobodies.

Just like he used to be.

He smiled at the secretary and cleared his throat loudly. "Hello, everyone. I'm Finn Hudson." The reaction was instantaneous. Everyone stood on their feet, clapping and screaming and whistling so loud he could barely hear himself think. "I just wanted to take a moment and say 'Good Luck' to you all. I was in your position a year ago, and look at me now. Just remember that on Glee, anything is possible." The group of kids clapped and he walked out of the small building and headed for his trailer.

Instead of entering his, though, he went straight to Rachel's. He knocked on the door and she was already dressed in one of her trademark Lea costumes; knee length socks, plaid skirt and an argyle sweater. She looked adorable.

"Hey Ohio! Ready for today?" He smiled at the nickname she still used for him. He was glad he had someone to remind him of where he came from. It kept him grounded in this town full of ego.

"Broadway, as long as I'm with you, I'm always ready." She hopped out of her trailer and led him to the set, walking with him hand-in-hand.

THE END

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