Okay, I'm going to try and not make an author's note on like every chapter (starting next chapter), but I would just like to say: thank you! I really do appreciate all the reviews, and your opinions give me the urge to write. I hope this chapter will help soothe those angry Finchel fans; I am a supporter of Finchel and happy endings if that gives you guys any clues of how this story might end. I am currently undecided at how long this story is going to be, so we may be here awhile. Thank you, for both reviewing and dealing with me!

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5) Dream

"Finn."

The soft voice resonated through his bedroom, and he blinked lethargically around. The moon was full and silver light danced into his room through the window; it flared brightly upon a silver-gowned figure. With eyes almost glowing and her hair shimmering with the light, was Rachel. The dress she wore was thin and his eyes roamed over her body, unable to resist. She looked beautiful.

"Rachel, what are you doing here?" Finn asked, confused. His body was reacting to her appearance; wishing for him to grab her and press their bodies together. How her bare skin seemed to shine and appear so soft wasn't helping either, and his hands clenched the sheets in an effort to control himself. "How did you even get-"

"Shush," Rachel smiled, and seemed to glide her way over to his bed. The smell of fruit drifted over him pleasantly and his body relaxed, letting himself lose the willingness to resist. His gaze caught her eyes and he couldn't bring himself to turn away. A rush of blood and love throughout his body left him shaking slightly, mind fuzzy, and breathing hard.

The girl that he loved stopped when she was right next to his head, and leaned over him. Placing both hands on his chest and clutching at his shirt, she brought him to her lips. Their lips melded together and Finn felt her mouth curve into a smile. His arms went around her back and pulled her onto him. She didn't mind, only letting a sigh of pleasure escape through their contact of lips. He could feel the heat of her body and chest through their thin clothing, but he wanted more.

He wanted to feel Rachel's skin against his own; melding into one being of true love. Almost as if she could read his mind, she pulled away from his grasp reluctantly and stood up. She wore a crooked smirk of pleasure and demand was in her eyes, and Finn raised himself off his elbows to watch her easier. With a simple gesture, she pulled the gown away from her body and let it drop to the floor silently.

"Rachel," He moaned, seeing her naked in his bedroom put his body on a high. His skin was warming already and he felt himself harden under his sheets. There was nothing more he wanted than to rip off his own clothes, throw Rachel onto his bed, and make love to her. Yet, he knew about her reluctance to have sex and he had a feeling she was only doing this to please him. "You don't have to do this..."

"I know, but I want to," Rachel's voice was almost a purr as she returned to his bed, the smile of utmost pleasure upon her face. Finn couldn't think as he felt Rachel place herself onto his still-clothed body and reunite their mouths. Her kiss was demanding and eager, and she allowed her teeth to pull at his bottom lip slightly. Finn let his hands roam her naked back, the softness and openness appealing to him harder than he could of imagined. They trailed slowly down her sides and hips, and he pulled her even closer to him as they found her legs.

He needed to see her, everything of her. Grabbing her firmly from behind, he twirled them around so her back was into the bed and he was on top of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he did and he felt her brush against his erection; he couldn't control the gasp of deep pleasure from passing his lips. Towering over her, he examined her.

Rachel's face was flushed and alive, as if she had just sang her heart out for the last ten minutes; her chest was heaving, making Finn appreciate her breasts and the slimness of her figure. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the side, a smile tugging at his face as he lowered himself to her mouth once more. The tips of her breasts brushed against his own chest, and he couldn't help but to moan.

Placing his hands on either side of Rachel, he moved his attention to the soft expanse of her neck. From the bottom of her ear to the small hollow at the base of the neck he left a trail of kisses and nips, teasing the flesh. Rach had thrown her arms around his broad back and was tracing patterns into his flesh, digging in slightly whenever he bit her.

"Oh, Finn..."

The sound of her voice was like a drug to him, making his head spin out of control. Though, he didn't stop. He couldn't. He needed Rachel Berry, and, fuck, if he was going to let her go again. Finn wanted to apologize, but he didn't have the will to speak. So, he moved his mouth to her breasts.

Finn let his mouth revolve around one, kissing the pale flesh that glowed in the moonlight with tender love. His tongue darted out and teased the nipple, resulting in a deep moan from Rachel and a painful dig of her nails into his back. He growled at the touch, and bit at her hardening nipple.

"Finn!"

Her exclamation made him raise his body from hers, feeling warm and chest heaving with excitement. Their eyes meet again, and Finn couldn't believe how lucky he was to have this girl. She had to be the most beautiful woman in the world to him, unable to figure out why he had the honor to be with her. Rachel smiled wickedly, sliding one hand from his back, over his shoulder and chest, and down to the hem of his boxers. Her hand glided over the tent in them and squeezed his shaft under the fabric, making him practically jump with the sharp feeling of pleasure plowing through his body.

Rachel gave it another stroke, "I'm ready, Finn. Love me...love me, please."

How could he say no, he wondered as he removed his boxers. Placing his hands once again on either side of Rachel and gazing deep into her eyes, he entered her. Their moans molded into one as their bodies did, and Rachel clasped her arms around Finn's neck.

"Never leave me, Finn! Oh...Finn!"

With a start, he woke up from his dream. Instead of the moonlight, the morning sun was slowly peeking its way into the sky. Finn couldn't believe it had all been a dream, it was all acutely real; he could still feel Rachel's body upon his own and the taste of her lips was heavy in his mouth. He felt ripped off and deprived of everything good in his life. He plopped down back into his bed, closing his eyes in hope that the dream would return to him.

He wanted Rachel, mentally and physically. His wounded hand throbbed, a very apparent shot of reality. It was he who made the decision to break them up, not Rachel. Her sad eyes penetrated through the darkness of his closed eyes, puzzled and injured at his choice. Finn wanted them to go away, to stop mocking him.

Yet, a part of him wanted them to stay there for the rest of his life.

Figuring that sleep was out of the question, Finn rose to take a shower. It was unsurprising when he noticed the tent in his boxers and sighed as he made his way to the bathroom. At least I won't need to watch any porn. I have a way better image, he smirked, but then the hollow feeling washed over him again. He knew that he had to get Rachel back.

No matter what.

xXx

After, what seemed like, a hundred years, Finn's shift at Burt's shop was over and he quickly jumped into his truck. A vivid flash of Rachel sitting in the passenger seat with the sun dying in the west, her face angled towards his for a kiss, hit him hard. It was a reminder of how awesome their summer was; a beautiful three-month period without any fighting, no stupid thoughts, and not a single trace of the future.

How did I screw this up so badly, Finn whined in his head as he pulled out his phone. Rachel's number was on the first speed dial number, and it only took a second for him to call her.

"Hello, Hudson."

"Rachel, I'm so sor-," Finn stopped, the words of the speaker finally clicking in. "Who is this?"

"Who else?" A male voice laughed softly, low enough for only Finn to hear. "It's Deon."

"You bastard! Why do you have Rachel's cell phone?" Finn asked, furious. Could he of stolen it?

"She didn't feel up to talking to you at the moment, saying that it hurt too much," said Deon, his voice changing to one of pity and concern. "So, I picked up for her as I didn't want to appear rude...one second."

Finn sat there stunned, unable to believe that Deon was with Rachel, in her house, in her room. That should of been me, that should of been me, Finn raged quietly, not him! He heard Deon say something about excusing himself to have a quick word alone with Finn, and a soft sob for a reply from Rachel was dimly heard. It was like an arrow to his heart; if that arrow was on fire and exploded into thousand of pieces of shrapnel.

A door closed, and Deon's voice came over the phone again. It was cool and resigned, no trace of caring or sympathy in his voice. "Hudson, what do you think you are doing?"

"I am trying to get my girl back; let me talk to her or I am coming over there," Finn vowed, one hand clutched tightly around his phone while the other was beating the steering wheel excessively. He pictured it to be Deon's face. "Let me talk to her, I want to say-"

"Thing is, she doesn't want to speak with you." Deon said, his voice barely above a whisper but Finn could hear the anger in it. "You broke her heart, and I, not you, will be the one to put together the pieces again. I expected you to break-up with her, but not in that sort of way you did yesterday. Thank you, it will make our relationship so much stronger."

"I am going to come over there and make that punch I gave you look like a poke!" Finn hissed, already putting his keys into the ignition.

"No, you won't." The firm tone in the other boy made Finn pause, he sounded so sure of himself. "It would be a shame for her to see you beat up the one who is comforting her, especially after you hurt her so badly. How would she feel, Hudson?"

Finn didn't answer; his hand still upon the keys but not turning them. "Why are you doing this, Deon? What have I done to you?" He could feel tears rise in his eyes, but he managed to keep his tone restrained.

There was silence for a moment, then a soft chuckle. "You think I am doing this all because of you?" Deon laughed again. "I knew you weren't all that smart, but really, Hudson? If I was trying to get back at you...lets just say that you would know. Actually, I don't give a crap about you. I see you as nothing; to me, you are simply something that I must scrap off the bottom of my shoe."

"Then, why? Why are you doing this?"

"For Rachel, of course." Deon said. "I want her. She is beautiful and her voice is pure talent; two things that I greatly appreciate in a woman. Her attitude might need to be toned down a bit and she must learn to shut up when appropriate, but those can easily be fixed with time and some work."

Finn couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Rachel is perfect the way she is! How dare you-"

"How long did it take to get into Rachel's pants?"

He stopped his rant, defiantly not able to believe what he was hearing now. "W-what? How can you ask such a thing? I swear, you are a dead man!" Finn twisted the keys in the ignition, ready to crash his truck into Deon if he could.

"Oh my god," Deon laughed, and Finn could practically hear the smile upon his face. "You haven't had sex with her, have you?"

"That is none of your fucking business!" Finn roared into his phone, his vision and face flickering red. "I swear-"

"This is great!" His voice was alight with pleasure and satisfaction. "You two have no bond together, just another pair of high school kids who thought they had something! In a few weeks, you two will be nothing together. And Rachel and I will be the hot couple, especially after I manage to get her in bed."

"You son of a bitch!" Finn whispered, tears falling down his face freely now. "I am going to kill you."

"Kill me, and I kill Rachel." The amicable tone was gone, and it was clear business. "I have connections that you wouldn't even believe. If you touch me in any way, I'll make sure that Rachel's biggest career in the world is working at a brothel. Needless to say, what would happen to you..."

Finn couldn't speak, his heart was ready to explode from pain and sorrow. Deon continued. "It really is for the best, Finn. I could give her so much and that should make you happy, no? Maybe, if you are obedient enough, I'll allow you to visit her sometime; that is if she wants to see you, of course. Do you understand me."

He couldn't respond at first, his throat tight from holding back sobs but he managed, "Yes."

"Good."

Then Deon hung up.

He never knew it was possible to feel every single emotion at once, but he was. He felt anger at Deon and the world; love for Rachel; sorrow at how his life had been completely fucked; pain that was running throughout both hands now; and the eerie calm of knowing he was helpless. He bowed his head and rested his forehead on the steering wheel, crying freely without a care.

Could this be how it all ends?

He tried to gain comfort from his dream, but it was now stained. Instead of him, Finn, loving Rachel, Deon was cruelly there. He was the one making love to her, his name was passing through her lips...not Finn. It hurt, it hurt so fucking much. Every picture and memory he brought to his mind of Rachel, Deon was always there. His stupid smirk was on his face, and his arrogance was apparent.

Finn slammed his hands into the dash, not caring of the sharp pain coming from his unwounded and wounded hands. Each jab cleared the pain in his heart little by little, but it would always return whenever he stopped. He only did pause when the pain was slowly turning into numbness, and he forced himself to look at the damage.

He had changed the bandage Kurt put on yesterday because of his shower, and the clumsily wrapped bandage had slipped off his hand. One of the sores had opened up again and blood was welling slowly in it. The other hand was turning a light color of purple and blue. Just like my heart, Finn thought to himself as he forced his mind on what to do next.

There was nothing in the whole universe that he wanted to do more than go to Rachel and apologize. He wanted to hold her tight to him and let his body express the sadness and regret he felt for making such a stupid mistake. But, Deon's warning and threat was a prevalent thought. He could of been lying, though Finn had a nagging sense that he was not. Finn would never allow himself to be the cause that hurt Rachel, even if doing that meant losing their relationship forever.

Sighing, he pulled out of Burt's parking lot and towards home. He needed time to think, but one thing was certain.

He was going to get Rachel back, somehow or someway, Finn promised.

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