A/N: Hey guys! So I got your reviews and I sincerely thank those who gave me their input! I LOVE hearing from you guys so don't stop reviewing! Another thing, I re-read my last few chapters and was horrified by my mistakes! Haha. I apologize for that & I will work on getting someone else to read it before I post! A far as this story goes, it may only be a few more chapters. I got myself in writer's hole in this one because I didn't plan before I wrote! But I won't stop writing Finchel! I'm already working on my next one! This is my first story and I thank all of you for being supportive and for actually liking what I'm doing! Love you guys!
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"Rachel, honey. You have got to stop biting your nails." Rachel's dad said as she was saying goodbye to her fathers. "I know, Daddy. Sorry." She said, kissing him on the cheek. "Hiram, must you always insult our daughter?" Leroy asked, slapping Hiram on the shoulder. "No! Honey, you're perfect. Just don't bite your nails." He said, thinking this was more suitable. Rachel giggled and said her final goodbye's to her fathers and getting in the elevator. She was Finn-bound! It was only 7, but she figured he would be home due to the baseball game. But just in case, she was going to stop at the nearest grocery store to get the ingredients for cookies, and to kill time. She was really in the mood to bake.
Rachel knocked, and paused. When there was no answer she tried turning the knob, the door was open. She peeked around and she saw his keys on the entry table. "Finn?" She said into the apartment. She set the grocery bag down on the kitchen table and walked down the hallway, pushing the door open. Before she entered his room she could hear him singing. Loudly.
"And being apart ain't easy on this love affaaaaair! But I get the joy of redisocoverin' you!"
Laughter erupted deep in her stomach, but he must not have heard her because he kept going! Steam was coming from the bathroom door. This was an awkward situation. But she decided to just go in and let him know she was there, then begin the cookies.
Rachel walked in just to catch the last word of the chorus. "… Faithfully!" Finn belted out. "Finn?" She said through her laughter.
"Rach?" He said, surprised, the shower curtain whipping open. He must have forgotten he was naked because she was seeing all of him. Sudsy hair, one eye shut, (probably from the suds), toned stomach, and muscular… thighs. Her jaw dropped. "Oh my god! I'm sorry." She said with a shocked face, the laughter still coming. She threw her hand to her eyes and turned around. "I just wanted to let you know I'm here." She walked out of the bathroom and into the living room. She plopped down on the couch and concentrated on the mental image she now had. She could feel the blush on her cheeks.
He was gorgeous. His chest was broad and strong; his legs were toned and almost blindingly pale. His hair was messy and wet with suds running down the side of his face, her mouth went dry. Interrupting her day dreams, in came Finn, with just a towel wrapped around his waist. "Hey, babe." He said, putting a finger under her chin and pushing it up to meet his, planting a soft kiss on her lips. "I'm sorry about that. I kinda just flashed you." He said, smiling coyly.
"It's okay. Good thing it wasn't your mom, or an intruder! That might have been awkward…" She said, giggling, placing her hands on his wet shoulders.
"So I guess it's a good thing you walked in on me." He said winking. "I just have one complaint." Rachel looked into his hazely-brown eyes and almost melted. "And what would that be, Finn?" She said, her hands slipping down his arms. "You left me in there alone. With soap in my eyes." He said, pouting.
Rachel laughed once again and slapped him on the shoulder. "I'm terribly sorry!" She said pressing a soft kiss on his shoulder. "But I brought something for you, and I think it's gonna make up for that!" She said pushing him back and standing. She grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen.
"We're gonna make cookies!" Rachel said, holding up the grocery bag. "But first, you need clothes. Aren't you cold?" She said, pushing him towards his bedroom. "
Finn turned back to her and pulled her in, burying his face in her neck. "I just want you to warm me up." He said, placing hot kisses on her neck. Biting, and then sucking in random patterns. "Finn, no!" She scolded, not making any moves to push him away. "You're going to leave a mark. And how will I explain that to my coworkers?" She said, putting her hands against his still-bare chest. "So? Curling iron burn." He lifted his head for a split-second to respond.
"Okay. I really want cookies. And your body, and your kissing me right there are really distracting. So if you don't mind," She said, finally pushing him away, "I would like you to put pants on, and then come help me make these cookies!" He smiled at her, and kissed her cheek one last time. "Fine." He said. She pushed him and he finally relented, walking slowly toward his room.
Rachel couldn't help but notice how extra touchy-feely, and flirty he was this evening. Finn had an agenda and she knew it. By any other man, she'd be disgusted, and leave with some lame excuse. But right now, she wanted to play hard to get, pretend like she wouldn't give in, and then give out after he put in a little effort. Rachel could feel the blush on her cheeks and giggled at the thought of Finn's naked body on top of hers.
Rachel searched the cabinets for a mixing bowl. She found a yellow on with pink flowers on it. Rachel smiled, wondering where he had gotten this bowl. Rachel was mixing flour and eggs together when Finn walked back in, wearing only sweats. Rachel gave him a look, but a smile crept onto her lips. "If you catch a cold, it is no one's fault but your own! "She said, turning back to her mixing bowl.
"I'm not gonna get sick, babe! I have the immunity of a tiger." He said strolling into the kitchen, and hopping up on the counter right next to Rachel's mixing bowl. "You're ridiculous, Finn Hudson." She said, adding chocolate chips to the dough.
Finn turned to see flour in a bowl on the other side of him. He grinned slyly and grabbed a small amount in his fingers. He turned back and threw the flour at Rachel. She gasped and the look of revenge suddenly took over her face along with an evil smile. Rachel grabbed a handful of dough in her hand and smeared it down his chest. "Ha!" She said.
Finned hopped off the counter, grabbing a handful of dough in the same motion. Rachel backed into the fridge. "Finn, don't do it!" She said, trying to sound stern, but she knew she failed. He pinned her against the fridge with his body, his face dangerously close to her. "Or what?" He said mischievously.
"Or I'll do this!" She said smashing an egg against his back. She fell to the floor with laughter, and he went down too, right on top of her, his weight pinning her down. Finn smeared the dough on her face, down her neck, and all over her chest. She protested, but he was a lot stronger than her. They were both laughing so hard it hurt, on the kitchen floor, a complete mess growing right around them.
When they both caught their breath Finn leaned in and took a bite of dough from the side of her neck. She could feel his teeth glide across her neck, and it sent shivers down her spine. "Well, at least we know the dough's good." He said, chewing the big glob of dough from Rachel's body. "Is it?" She asked, leaning in and taking a bit from Finn's chest.
He felt her lips on his chest and his pants grew tighter. "Delicious." She said, swallowing her bite.
"Now we have to clean this up." She said groaning.
"I'd rather clean this later, and clean you right now." He said taking another bite of dough from her neck. His mouth tickled neck, and she began laughing again. "No, let's clean this. Then maybe I'll let you clean me up later." She said flirtatiously. Catching on to her laughter, he started tickling her all over.
His hands moved to her sides, across her stomach. He was sitting up on his knees, one on either side of Rachel's legs. "Finn. Stop! Please!" She said, barely able to talk through the intense fit of laughter that was happening. "You, now. Kitchen, later?" He said pausing, looking into her eyes, hopefully.
Rachel thought to herself. Hard to get. "No." She said mischievously. He resumed the tickle assault on her abdomen. "What was that?" He said, grinning. "Okay! Okay! You win!" She said, laughing so hard she was in tears.
Finn wasted no time. He stood up and pulled her up too. As soon as they were both up he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. This wasn't the first time he had done it either. It was just so easy. She was tiny, practically weightless.
"Finn, why!" She said slapping him hard on the butt. "Ow!" He said, returning the slap on her butt.
She giggled and decided not to protest anymore. When they got to the bathroom he turned the water on without putting her down. "Finn, I think all my blood is rushing to my head. If I faint, you will feel awful." Rachel said matter-of-factly.
Finn slid her backwards down his body, so they were face to face, still holding her. He kissed her mouth softly, twice in a row. He stepped in the shower; both with clothes still on, and let her feet touch the ground again finally. She stepped back into the water, letting in run down her back, and pulled him to her. She placed her hand behind his neck and kissed him hard, he instantly deepened the kissed, opening his mouth and letting his tongue find hers.
Finn's hands wandered to the hem of her shirt, he pulled it up, and pulled his face away momentarily to pull it over her head. He kissed her softly on the forehead.
Finn reached his hands around her back to unclasp her bra. Rachel's breath hitched at his hands on her bare back. He removed the bra from her shoulders and threw it out and over the shower. He then kissed her on her left cheek. He was so speechless, he felt as if her beauty and sheer flawlessness was hindering his ability to use his brain.
Finn's hands moved slowly down her mid-section to the button of her pants. He unbuttoned them and slid them down, Rachel stepped out of her wet jeans, and Finn kissed her right cheek. She picked her pants up off the floor, and threw them out of the shower as well.
Before Finn made another move on her body, her hands hooked into his sweats. He nodded, almost as if in approval, and she slid his pants and boxers down in one movement. She lost her breath, and took in Finn's naked body. She pressed a kiss to his chest. He picked up his pants and threw them out of the shower.
Finn hooked a finger in the waistband of her pink panties. "You're sure?" He asked, softly.
She nodded, looking deeply in his eyes. He slid her panties down with two hands, feeling every inch of her he could on the way down. With the last item of clothing gone, he kissed her lips.
"Rachel, you're so perfect." He whispered against her lips.
Things before that had gone down soft and slow. But now Rachel was kissing him with intensity. Their tongues fighting, their bodies pressed so tightly against each other, he couldn't tell where he ended and she began. His hands were exploring her whole body.
He slid his hands down all the way down her back, over her ass, to her thighs, and he hoisted her up on his waist, allowing him to stand up straight. He normally thought her height was cute, but not when they were standing, in a shower, and he was desperate for her lips.
Finn turned them and leaned up against the wall so the water was crashing down right between their bodies, sometimes on Rachel's head, sometimes on his, depending on where their actions moved them.
Things moved fast, in a blur of pure bliss and satisfaction. They roamed every inch of each other's body's and Finn found extreme pleasure in Rachel's.
They finished when the water turned cold. Finn ran to the closet to get towels. He wrapped Rachel in a towel, and kissed her softly on the forehead. "That was amazing. Even if I get hypothermia." He said chuckling. "I agree." She said smugly, leaving the bathroom and sitting down on the edge of his bed. Finn followed and went over to his drawer. He threw a shirt at Rachel, and put boxers on himself.
Rachel threw the t-shirt over her head, and then used the towel to dry out her hair. Finn pulled his underwear on and then then plopped down on his bed. Rachel finished and snuggled into his side.
"You're so amazing." Finn said. "And I am so glad you gave me another chance. I don't know what the other guy did, but I wanna know. I want you to know that no matter what it is, I will never hurt you like that. I won't ever be the one to scar you. And we don't have to talk about it right now, but we're going to eventually. I want to know everything about you and your life. And I want you to know everything about me. I wanna know how many freckles you have, memorize that heart-shaped birth mark on your stomach. I want to be able to feel you even when you aren't here. I wanna memorize every sound you make when I'm inside you. This is real, Rachel. And I'll do anything to prove it to you." He said, pouring his heart out to her and squeezing her closer with each confession.
Rachel felt her eyes swell up with tears. "Finn, I know. I trust you. And honestly, I am scared of that. You are perfect in every single way. I want to tell you about him and I will right now. But before that, I want you to know that I really am messed up. And I don't mean to push you away, but sometimes I do that, with people that I-people that I love." She stuttered, looking up at him, searching his eyes.
Finn kissed her. "I love you, too." He said smugly. "Now tell me what happened."
"Okay. So I met Jason Cartright three years ago, around this time. He worked at my office. As soon as I started working there, I fell. Hard and fast. He was gorgeous," She paused, and looked at him again, "but not as gorgeous as you baby.
"And he had this way about him. That made every girl swoon when he walked by. He, for some odd reason, chose me. He would bring me flowers, coffee, chocolate. The works. Until I said yes to his date. I was so hesitant because I knew his type. I knew he would break my heart. But I still gave in.
"So we dated. And dated. And dated. For about a year. But I should have seen the signs. He would always "work late" and spend the night at his buddie's house. Who does that? And he would cancel a lot. He waited 7 months before I met his parents. Just weird things like that. And I was in love, or thought I was so I forgave him anything. I came home one day, and he was in our bed. With another girl.
"But he swore it was a mistake, that that was the only time, that he would change, that he loved me. All that bullshit. So of course, I forgave him." Rachel could feel Finn tensing up. He was pissed, she could feel his heavy breathing on her neck. His arm was wrapped around her waist, so she began stroking his arm to soothe him.
"That Christmas he proposed. I said yes. I began planning, and got very wrapped up. Too wrapped up to know he was still cheating on me. I found a condom in the trash. We didn't use condoms, because I was on birth control.
"I asked him of course, and he was he said he used it to masturbate when I went away the weekend before, and then asked that I not talk about it, because he was embarrassed. And I believed him. So as you might see here, this is not only his fault." Rachel paused and Finn jumped in. "This was not your fault, Rachel. Don't ever say that again. And for the record, guys never just sleep at other guy's houses for no reason. Continue." He said flatly. Rachel turned and looked at him again.
"I planned my whole wedding. And three days before I gave my life to him, I caught him with my best friend. So I called off the wedding. And I never talked to my best friend again.
"I left all my things, and moved here, to New York. Where I didn't let any man get too close to me. He called, and occasionally I would answer. But it got old. And I realized something. I didn't need him. A woman does not need a committed relationship to be happy. And that's why I spent that last year of my life proving it to myself. And then I met you." She said, smiling up at him. "And you have changed the game. You, Finn Hudson, are a game changer." Finn pulled her close to him. "Rachel he is disgusting. If I ever saw him, he would never be able to walk again. You're perfect, and sexy, and smart, and he's just a douche bag. If this man had the chance to be with you, and blew it, he obviously didn't deserve you in the first place." Finn said staring at her intently, making sure she knew that he meant what he was saying.
"Finn, it took a long time for me to feel good about myself again. But I do now. And you helped. You helped a lot. And for that, I am going to make you the best chocolate chip cookies you will ever taste." She said, kissing him on the lips and pulling him toward the kitchen.