Chapter 7

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long! But here it is! Yet another fluffy chapter. Enjoy, review!

TWO WEEKS LATER

Rachel was trying to hang something on her office wall when the phone rang. She leapt off the chair and ran to the phone. "Rachel Berry speaking!" She said cheerfully, noticing the poster was slightly crooked, and then frowning.

"Uh… hey Rach. It's Puck." He said sheepishly. Rachel immediately became alert. "Noah! Is Santana okay? Is the baby coming? Where are you?" She said slipping her shoes on, ready to race to where ever her best friend was.

"No, no. Santana is fine. Super pregnant, but fine." He said, obviously avoiding telling her something. "Aren't you with Finn today? Oh my God. Noah, I am going to kick your ass. What happened, and what's broken?" She said, expecting a broken TV or kitchen table from the two of them. "Uh…. Finn's arm." He said, quietly. Rachel's face changed from anger to horror. "WHAT! Is he okay? Where are you guys? I'm coming right now." She said, throwing her things into her purse.

"Well, we're on our way home from the emergency room. He's kind of out of it. I was gonna take him to our house. You wanna meet there?" He asked. Rachel let out a deep sigh of frustration. "No, take him to his house. I'll take care of him. San doesn't need the stress." She said, waiting to hang up so she could tell her boss what had happened and that she would be leaving early, and taking a vacation day tomorrow.

Rachel barged through the door of Finn's apartment, immediately seeing a shirtless Finn asleep on the recliner, and Noah sprawled out on the couch. She caught his eye and signaled for him to come with her into the bedroom.

He sat up and followed her into the bedroom reluctantly. She shut the door and whipped around. "What the hell happened? And why doesn't he have a shirt on?" She whisper screamed at him. She didn't want to wake Finn, but she wanted answers, and she wanted them now.

"Woah. Calm down, Rachel. He's fine! He's just sleeping off some meds. And they had to cut off his shirt because it was a long sleeve, and he wouldn't let us put a shirt on him. So he spent the whole trip back here shirtless." Puck paused to chuckle at the memory but Rachel just looked at him expectantly, her hands resting on her hips.

"Okay, so we were playing video games, and then Mike called. He said he was at the park playing football with the guys and two people bailed. He asked if we could come and we did. Next thing I know, Finn's buried at the bottom of a pile of dudes. And his arm was bent in a weird direction." He said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Rachel closed her eyes, and leaned back against the door, letting out a deep sigh. "Rachel, he's gonna be fine in a few weeks. Please don't like, cry or anything." He said placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm not going to cry, Noah. I am trying to restrain myself from punching you in the fucking face." She said, pushing his hand off her shoulder. "Didn't I tell you specifically, to keep him safe because we were supposed to have dinner with my cousin from California tonight? Because I think I did. And I also think you broke his arm anyway."

"Woaaaah. I did not break his arm! It was five other people! This one isn't my fault. Or his. If you want to kick someone's ass, go find those guys." He said, pulling his buzzing phone out of his pocket. "Look, I have to go. Santana wants Taco Bell." He said looking at Rachel, with I hint of apology in his face. "I'm sorry I freaked out on you. I'm not going to punch you in the face." She said, cracking a small smile, and letting him out of the room. "Damn, Berry. You were scary there for a minute." He said, grabbing his keys off the table. Rachel giggled and playfully slapped him on the back on his way out the door. "Tell Santana to call me later."

"Will do. Take good care of the MVP. We're gonna need him when we start basketball." He said back to her, already walking down the hallway. Rachel rolled her eyes and shut the door, locking it before turning to the kitchen. She washed the dishes in the sink, cleaned the countertops, and lit a candle. Then she moved to the bedroom, she picked up the clothes scattered around his room and threw them in the dirty clothes bin. She giggled at his bed-making job before throwing all the pillows off and remaking it. When she was satisfied she sauntered into the living room, finding a still snoozing Finn.

She placed a soft kiss on his forehead before remembering she needed to call her cousin and reschedule. She grabbed her phone before going to back into the bedroom.

"Hello?" Shelby's booming voice came through her phone. "Hey, Shelb. Look I'm really sorry but we have to reschedule. Finn broke his arm playing football and is in a pain med induced coma in the living room." Rachel said, giggling.

Shelby understood and they made plans for Wednesday night, her last night here. Rachel stripped down to her underwear and threw Finn's sweatshirt over her head. It was Finn's, but basically hers because she always used this specific sweatshirt. Before Rachel went back into the living room she grabbed some blankets, placing one on Finn and kissing his forehead with a ruffle of his hair. She snuggled up under her blanket on the couch next Finn's chair, and turned on the TV.

Finn's eyes fluttered open and he looked around. It was pretty dark except for the faint glow of a cinnamon candle in the kitchen and the TV that was barely audible. He looked over and saw the top of Rachel's head peeking out from under the blanket, just enough for her to be able to watch TV.

"Baby?" He said, his voice groggy from sleep, and scratchy from lack of use. She popped up with a beaming smile. It lit the room up and he couldn't help but smile at how beautiful she was. "Hi, love. How are you feeling?" She got up and walked over to him, sitting on the arm of his chair. "Better now that you're here." Finn said suggestively, his good arm resting over her thighs, his fingers slipping under the sweatshirt to graze the smooth skin of her thigh, then traveling up to rest on her hip. "I've been here since 3, Finn. Lying right next to you." She said, her hand moving to his face, her thumb stoking his light stubble. "Come here." He said, angling his head towards her telling her he wanted her to kiss him. She leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips. Rachel tried to pull away, but Finn's face followed hers. His hand was now on her back, high enough to let him know she wasn't wearing a bra, pulling her body towards him "Don't. I'm gonna hurt you." She said, sitting up all the way again. "Trust me, you're not hurting me. Farthest thing from it." He said, turning his head slightly to kiss her palm. She gave him a sincere smile and leaned down to kiss him again. "Are you hungry?"

"Very. I think want Mac and Cheese." He said, rubbing his hand up and down her thigh. "I'm on it." Rachel said, placing one more kiss on his lips. Just as she was walking away, he caught her hand. "Thank you, Rach. For being here, and staying with me, and making me dinner. I really love you." Finn said, with her favorite sideways grin. "Of course, Finn. I love you, more." She grinned at him.

As she walked away he couldn't but help but notice how amazing her legs were. Finn couldn't help but think she had worn that because she knew he couldn't attack her and throw her over his shoulder like he did every other time she walked around like that.

Finn stood up and immediately noticed the rash that had appeared on his stomach from the cast. He sighed and walked toward the bathroom. He finished and walked toward the kitchen. He could smell food and his stomach growled ferociously. "Aw, you really were hungry! Almost finished." She said, putting all the ingredients back into the fridge, and then back to the stove to stir the contents of the pot.

Finn walked up behind her and placed his hand good hand on her stomach and buried his face in her neck, groaning loudly. "What's wrong?" She asked with a worried tone. "I don't want a broken arm. I can't just throw you over my shoulder now, or take showers with you because I have to be careful or my cast will get wet and smell bad, or be on top for that matter because I only have one arm. And I'm scared to sleep with you because you might get one of these!" He said, backing away and pointing toward the rash on his stomach. Rachel turned and placed a hand over the rash. "Oh, Finn." She said apologetically, examining the rash.

Rachel kissed his chest and then looked up at her boyfriend, resting her hands on his hips. "It won't be broken forever. When it heals we can do all those things. And don't worry about hurting me, I'm gonna sleep with the good arm!" She said giggling. Finn pouted and she pulled him in by his hips for a hug. She breathed him in, and he squeezed her tight with his right arm. "Let's eat and then we'll go lay down, okay?" She said, patting him on the butt before turning to the cabinet for bowls. "Okay." Finn agreed.

Rachel set his bowl in from of him at the table and then sat next to him with her bowl. "Did it hurt?" She asked, taking a sip of water. "Yeah. Especially when they were climbing off of me because only me and one other dude heard it crack, so they weren't very conscious." He said, taking a huge bite of his food.

"Aw. I'm sorry." She said, placing a hand on his knee. "It's okay… But then we went to the emergency room and they gave me this numbing shot, that only half-way numbed it, and they popped something back into place. That hurt." He said, taking his last bite of his third bowl of Mac and Cheese and taking a big gulp of Rachel's water. Finn got up and placed his bowl in this sink. Rachel giggled, and Finn shot her glare. "What are you laughing at?" He said, his eyebrows dipping in confusion. "Nothing. You're adorable." She said, picking up and setting her glass back down when she realized Finn drank the last of her water.

"Adorable? No way. This broken arm makes me super rugged and sexy." He said, wiggling his eye brows at her.

She laughed out loud. "Super." She said pulling him with her to the bedroom. "See, you can't wait to get me into bed. You can't even control yourself right now." He said, throwing the extra pillows off the bed. "I know. I don't know how I am going to keep myself from ripping your clothes off tonight." She said, playing along. "Why are you going to stop yourself?" He said, giving her a sexy smirk.

"Uh, because you're broken, and you need rest! And so do I. Oh! But guess what!" She said, her face lighting up with joy. "What, babe?" He asked, stepping on the bottom of his pants to get out of them, and then carefully getting into bed. "I took the day off tomorrow! So I can take care of you all day long." Rachel said, hitting the lights and crawling into bed and kissing him on the cheek.

"Are you gonna rip my clothes off tomorrow?" He asked, still not over the fact that she shot him down tonight for the first time in weeks. "When it's time for you to shower, I would love to help you out of your clothes!" She said, knowing that was not what he meant. "Rach." He said, an unhappy look taking over his face.

"What, Finn? It's too soon. I'm gonna hurt you. And then you'll be broken for ever." She said, exaggerating. "Babe, I have to have this cast for six weeks. You're going to cut me off for six weeks?" He said skeptically. "You're not going to hurt me. We'll be careful. I can't go six weeks." He finished. She sighed, "No. I'm just scared." She admitted.

"Don't be scared! If I didn't think we could handle it I wouldn't do it." He said, pulling her closer to him. "That's not true, and you know it." She said, giggling, looking up to catch his eyes. "I know." He agreed.

"Hey weren't we supposed to go out to dinner with your cousin tonight?" He said, remember their prior engagements. "Yes, we were. And I can't believe you remembered! But I called her to reschedule. We're going Wednesday. Santana, Noah, Mercedes, Tina, and Mike are coming too." She paused. "Did you know Mike and Tina are back together?" She asked.

"Yeah, actually I did. He told me today." He answered. "I'm glad they're back together, but it was their break-up that brought us together in the first place, if you remember." He said, smirking down at her.

"Of course I remember. And the creep at the bar." She said, remembering the events of that night. Finn shuddered at the thought of the kids hand on Rachel. "Ew." He said, making a face. "But it was not that night that made me fall in love with you, it was probably the Christmas party. You were just so classy and put together." She said, sarcastically. "And the freakishly tall, blonde, model you were with, sweetest girl I've ever met." Rachel laughed, throwing the events of that night in Finn's face.

"Hey that's not fair! I was not the one sucking face in the corner the whole night! And don't act like you were sober!" He said trying to defend himself, pulling his arm away from her, pretending to be hurt. "Oh, so you do remember me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him. She rolled over and carefully climbed on top of him, careful not to touch the broken arm. "The events are coming back! And now that they are, you made out with Sam! Yeah! In the corner, and on the couch…. You made out with Sam Evans!" He said, laughing as memories flashbacks over him. "Oh, you cannot laugh! A blonde yeti threw a pink drink at you!" She argued.

They were both throwing out memories of the drunken night, laughing so hard their stomachs were sore, all the while Finn's hand was exploring the skin under his sweatshirt, on her body. "Well, I'm glad I saved you from that creep, and we got a second chance at getting to know each other." He said honestly, rubbing his hand idly up and down her back. "Me too, Hudson, me too." She agreed, leaning down on his chest to kiss his neck. Finn's hand moved as far up as it could, exposing the better part of Rachel's back to the chill of Finn's apartment. "Rach, will you help me out here?" He asked, struggling with the sweatshirt. "With what?" She sat up, and then realized what he meant. "Oh! Yeah." She said, lifting the sweatshirt over her head and throwing it on the ground. She pressed her naked torso against his chest and continued placing wet kissed along his jaw, and down his neck. His hands explored her whole body before resting on her ass, squeezing, each time Rachel bit down on his neck. She moved her mouth to his and he granted her access instantly. When Finn tried to go further she stopped him. "Nope. These are staying on tonight." She said, taking his hand from her panties to her mouth and kissing the back of it. She rolled off him gently and pressed her naked body into his side. Finn groaned loudly, but pulled her body as close to his as possible. "That was mean." He pouted. "I know. I'm sorry." She said, kissing his, right between his chest and upper back.

The room fell silent and exhaustion swept over both of them. "Rach?" Finn said into the dark. "Hmm?" She said, half asleep already. "Tomorrow we're trying broken arm sex." He said seriously. Rachel burst out laughing, bringing her from her almost sleeping state. "Okay, whatever you say." She said through giggles. "Go to sleep!"

"Alright. I love you, babe." He said, finally able to relax. "I love you more." She said, closing her eyes, and letting sleep take over her body.