A/N: Another chapter! I don't really have a set schedule yet but there will be soon! And also, the chapters WILL get longer. Just give me a couple chapters to get settled in! Keep reviewing! They make me happy Also, if I make any mistakes, I apologize! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or the characters.
Finn brought his motorcycle with him to the bar, so after dinner, they made their way to Rachel's apartment. The bike came to stop and Rachel slid off the back, trying to keep from exposing her underwear to the busy street, and Finn, as best as possible. Finn laughed at her slight struggle. After she was successfully off the bike, he climbed off and placed his helmet on the seat. "I had a really good time tonight, Rachel."
Rachel blushed and looked down. "I did, too." She said, bringing her eyes back up to meet his, and setting her helmet next to his on the seat. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. His face was lingering a little longer than necessary but she wasn't complaining. She sucked in a breath, and blinked hard. He pulled away and she let her breath out, not even realizing she was holding it.
His face faded to a bright smile abruptly as an idea bubbled in his head. "I want to see you tomorrow, are you busy?" Rachel thought he'd never ask. "I'm not busy at all, it's just…." Rachel looked from his face down at the ground. "What he said as soon as he sensed hesitation. "I know that this is totally cliché and girls always say this but I am being a million percent honest with you when I say that I do not do this kind of thing often. I mean we just met a-" Finn could feel a Rachel-Ramble coming on so he decided to cut in, "Hey hey hey, Rach, I believe you." Rachel chuckled at herself, knowing she sounded slightly ridiculous. "You promise? Because I want you to respect me and all that…." Finn grabbed her hands, "I more than respect you!" He couldn't help himself anymore; he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He felt her hesitate at first, but just as quickly as he decided to kiss her, he felt her mouth soften and give into the kiss. They broke apart and Rachel groaned dramatically pressing her face against his shoulder. "Do you realize what just happened?" She asked. "I JUST KISSED ON THE FIRST DATE!" She answered herself before Finn had the chance. Finn couldn't hold in his laughter. He wrapped his arms around her body, enjoying how close it was to his. "It was my fault." Finn offered, placing another kiss to the top of her head. He felt Rachel giggle. "Okay fine." Rachel agreed. Finn let out another laugh. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" Finn said, setting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her back slightly to look at her eyes. "Okay." Rachel said, simply agreeing, and taking a few steps backwards to walk to the door of her apartment. Finn slipped his helmet on and put the helmet Rachel had worn away, feeling butterflies in his stomach for the first time in so many years. She greeted the doorman, and turned back to look at Finn, waving.
Neither of them could figure out what was about the other that was different.
Rachel awoke to the sun shining on her face from the window; she rolled over, upset with herself for not closing the blinds last night. She stretched out and lay there flat on her back, her mind instantly filled with thoughts of Finn. As if on cue, her phone rang. Before answering she looked at the clock, 8:23. She answered the phone in her sleepy voice, "Hello?" "Rise and shine, beautiful!" Finn's cheerful voice boomed through her phone and into her ear. "Well good morning, Finn." A smile instantly took over her face.
"So I woke up early this morning, I went to the gym, I ate breakfast, I showered, and I called my mother." Finn listed." I did all the necessary things you to do when you have free time, then I found myself staring at the clock, waiting for a reasonable time to call you. But I realized something, what really is the right time for anything? So I called, hoping you'd be awake, and by the sound of your voice, I am gathering you weren't?" Finn asked. Rachel's smile only got bigger with each word that came out his mouth during his little speech. "Well, actually the sun woke me up a few minutes ago, so I can't blame this one on you." Finn smiled, remembering their kiss from last night, and how they decided it to be, "his fault." "Good." Finn said in the same cheerful tone. "Now I was hoping you would let me take you to dinner this evening?"
Rachel pretended to think about it. "Hmmmm, let me see." Finn laughed, "Oh man! Checking our schedule, huh?" Going along with the joke Rachel replied, "Well, lucky for you it looks like I can squeeze you in." "I'll pick you up at 7, sound good?" "Sounds great." The butterflies started in Rachel's stomach the moment the plans were finalized. They talked just a few more moments, mostly about what she should wear, and he assured her he wouldn't have to worry about getting on and off the motorcycle.
She opened the door to her apartment and Finn felt went speechless. She was beautiful. "Hey!" Rachel said as she motioned for him to come inside. He walked through the door, stopping to press a soft kiss to Rachel's cheek. "Well, let me just grab my purse and we can go." Rachel said, walking back to the bedroom. Finn took this time to admire the long legs that were exposed due to the length, or lack thereof, of her black formfitting dress. Finn also realized how much he liked this dress; it showed off every curve of her body. Rachel prided herself in her outfit choice when she saw Finn's face when he walked in the door. She was wearing her favorite dress along with a pair of severely high black heels. She felt tall, he looked down and then he knew why.
Rachel trailed close behind Finn, him leading the way to his car, a silver BMW. Finn opened the door and Rachel turned to sit, and then slid her legs forward, careful not to expose anything, she had learned that trick from watching so many TV shows about Kate Middleton. Finn shut the door and jogged around to the other side.
Halfway through the car ride he placed a hand on her thigh, dangerously close to the hem of her dress, she looked at him and gave a warning look and he just gave a flirtation smile, only moving his thumb to rub small patters along the soft skin of her leg. The feeling of his hand on her made her shudder. Finn smiled, playfully grabbing her by the waist and guiding her to the door of the restaurant.
"This is nice." Rachel said as they sat, looking around the restaurant. It was nice, but not so nice that it was intimidating. "Yeah, it's one of my favorites. I'm really glad you could find time on your packed schedule for me today." Finn said, keeping the conversation light and flowy like it had been the night before. Rachel looked at him with those big brown eyes that had caught his attention.. "Well you should feel special; I don't clear my schedule for just anyone." Rachel said, leaning into the table, propping her head up with her fists. Finn leaned in also. "Oh, really?" He said. Rachel laughed, "I'm kidding. The only thing that was on my schedule today was Lifetime movies. This is better." Finn grabbed her hand in his, toying with the ring on her middle finger. "I think anything is better than Lifetime moves, Rach." He said mocking the overly-dramatic, unrealistic movies that channel played.
"I don't know how I left that Christmas party without your name." Finn said honestly, caught in Rachel. She blushed. "I know. Caught up in big boobed blondes and alcohol. Hate it when that happens!" She joked. Finn chuckled, a huge smile spread across his face and he lowered his forehead to their intertwined fists, letting out a playful groan.
Conversation was as easy as it had been the night before, slightly flirty and always entertaining.
By the time they were finished, they both felt like they were going to burst. Rachel set a hand on her stomach and let out a loud groan. Finn laughed, "Too good to stop, right?" He asked. "Yes." Rachel replied, regretting the dessert they had split and pushing her purse farther up on her shoulder.
Finn grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers. They walked at the same slow pace all the way to the car. She looked turned to look at him, and he moved a little closer. Rachel knew what was about to happen, and she considered turning away.
Technically, this was their first actual date, but she decided she already cheated the rule, and moved in the rest of the way to press her lips to his. Finn's hands rested on her hips and hers were resting on his muscular arms. Rachel started to pull back but he moved his face to fill the distance and catch her lips in another kiss. They parted and he watched her bite her lip nervously. Last night, they discovered their common love for the Mets, not just any kind of love though, a deep love.
"If you want, we can go back to my place and catch the Mets game? I DVR'ed it." Finn asked hopefully, not ready to say goodbye to Rachel. Rachel was relieved when he suggested they go back to his place. "I'd like that." She said, smiling deeply.
She could tell it was going to be nice from the outside, but then she got inside and she was speechless."Woah." Rachel said walking over to the window and looking out at the view. "Make yourself at home, Rach!" Finn called out to her as he walked to the kitchen, loosening his tie. He grabbed two beers from the fridge, popping the tops off both of them before walking into the living room. He saw Rachel looking out the window, fingers pressed softly against the glass. He set both beers down on the coffee table as quietly as he could. Rachel could sense his presence, but she wasn't ready to turn away from the view. He wrapped his arms around her waist wordlessly. She covered his hands with her own and leaned her head back against his chest.
Rachel took in as much of the view as she could, it seemed like she could look out this window forever. She turned in his arms to look into his hazel eyes. She didn't think she would ever get tired of this view either. "Are you ready to watch the game?" She asked, suddenly getting hit with how tired she was. "Sure, babe. Is there anything I can get you?" Finn asked, letting Rachel slip out of his grasp to turn the TV on. "I'm good." Rachel said as she stepped out of her shoes, plopping herself down on the couch, folding her legs under her, still being mindful of her dress. Finn set next to her, then lying all the way down so his head rested in her lap as she slouched into the back of the couch, her fingers running through his hair idly.
How did things get this comfortable? It was hard for either of them to believe they had met the night before. Finn felt so comfortable in her arms, her hand in his air almost putting him to sleep. He'd bet that if you asked, anyone would say they'd been together for months.
Rachel opened her eyes and it was dark, but the TV was on. She looked around realizing she had fallen asleep in Finn's apartment. And apparently so had Finn, looking down she saw him fast asleep. His head still used her body as a pillow, only now it rested on her stomach, making it nearly impossible for her to move without waking him. She had two options, leave, which she knew she should, because she had known him for less than 48 hours, or she could pretend she never woke up, get comfortable again, and fall back asleep. She sat there weighing her options. It's probably really cold outside, she thought, and who knows who is out at this time of night. She craned her neck to see the clock, 2:07a.m. She had decided to stay. She leaned so her back was no longer slouched, pulled down her dress, which had ridden up way too far, and placed one hand on Finn's chest before letting herself drift back to sleep.
Finn shifted slightly realizing that he was using Rachel's sleeping body as a pillow. Her feet were up on the coffee table, her body angled just right on the couch. He had to admit she looked comfortable in a crazy kind of way. He looked over to the clock, 2:39a.m. He wondered if he should wake her. Would she be mortified if she woke up underneath him? He decided that if she wasn't comfortable she wouldn't have fallen asleep, so then he wondered if he should carry her to the bedroom. No, that would be creepy, he though. So he, much like Rachel, pretended he had never woken up and snuggled back into Rachel. He couldn't help but notice how high her dress had come up on her legs. He closed his eyes, trying to be as little of a creep as possible, drifting back to sleep.