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10) A Dream Come True
Two Months Later
Finn stared up at the Berry house with a mixture of anticipation and nerves. It was here that he was shot and almost killed, but managed to stay alive long enough for the paramedics to get to the scene and block the flow of blood. Truthfully, he thought he was dead...and he cringed as he remembered the sharp pain that had ruled his life that night. His eyes, almost unconsciously, moved away from the house and at the spot on the sidewalk where the stains of his blood refused to wash out of it.
He had given up; he had been ready to die at the moment because he knew that Rachel had forgiven him.
Then he thought of Rachel. He didn't know how she had done it, but all he could think about when he was in his dark state was her. It had made him remember everything they shared; all the good times - winning competitions, holding each other, laughing and singing together, loving the other - and all the bad times - fighting about Jesse and Puck, him punching her in the nose, their break-ups, the pain of not being able to look into the other eyes. Finn remembered it all, and he didn't want to give it up.
So, he fought for life, fought to keep himself away from the dreadful dark, fought for Rachel. He couldn't imagine life without her, and, hell, if he would die alone. He was young and he made stupid mistakes, but that didn't mean he had to die. It wasn't fair for him, his family, and especially Rachel. He fought, and he found himself in a sterile and white hospital room, with his mom, step-dad, and Kurt sleeping in chairs around him, and Rachel sitting by his head; she had one of his hands clenched tightly in her smaller hands with tears in her eyes.
He meet her gaze and smiled slightly. "Hey, Rach." His voice was raspy and quiet, barely a whisper in the bright room.
"Hey," Rachel echoed, grabbing a small cup off the table next to her and put it to his lips. "Drink, it'll make you feel better. Don't want to hurt those vocals now do we? Sectionals is coming up and we need you...as the male lead."
Finn did as he was told, never moving his cinnamon eyes away from her chocolate ones. It was surprising how thirsty he was and wished to drink it all down at once, but he didn't move as Rachel gave him sip by sip until the cup was empty. She put it aside, and leaned over him; their eyes still connected as neither seemed willing to look away. "How are you feeling?"
To be truthful, his body ached all over and his side was inflamed with pain, but he simply said, "Fine. How are you, Rach?"
"I wasn't the one who got shot," Rachel protested, blushing slightly as he moved his hand back around hers. Her hands were shaking but he steadied them with his grasp.
"I meant emotionally," Finn said, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb. "You witnessed a kid put a gun up on another guy, saw him shoot that guy, and then made that said kid take a nap in your roses; so, how are you doing?"
Rachel stared at him for a moment, then burst into tears and dropped her head upon Finn's chest. The smell of her hair rose up to meet him as she spoke. "I thought you were dead, Finn. I thought you were going to die there with your head in my lap. There was just so much blood, I couldn't think, and then you passed out...I thought it was over. I thought - I knew - you were dead in that moment!"
She raised her head again, there faces only an inch apart. "But I couldn't accept that! I was not going to give up, I wasn't going to leave you! I cried, begged, and pleaded your name, Finn Hudson. I wanted you to come back to me so much as I looked to the future in that moment. Before, I always saw the lights and fame of Broadway but they were gone then: I only saw darkness. Broadway - my life - is nothing without you, Finn, in it. So, I kept calling your name, even when the paramedics got there to rush you to the hospital. I never stopped."
A watery smile came upon her face. "And you came back to me."
Finn returned the smile, his body protesting greatly as he moved forward. "I promised I would never leave you again, Rachel Berry. And I will never do it again." Their lips meet and Finn wrapped his arm (the one on his good side) around her neck and brought her in close.
Her lips, her perfume, her taste, the feeling of their contact. It poured all down upon him, filling his senses with everything Rachel. He had missed it all so much and he could barely control himself as he eagerly pressed his lips against hers. A soft moan of satisfaction came out from between their lips, and he could feel her's turn up into a smile.
"I always loved your moan."
"And I always loved waking up to my best friends making out and looking like they came out of a military love-story movie." Kurt's voice cane from behind them, and Rachel turned around to let them see him standing at the foot of the bed with a look split between amusement and excitement. "But, then again, aren't those the best kind of movies?"
Burt and Carole were woken up by Kurt's voice and the rest of the day Finn was swarmed with their attention. He didn't mind, too-much, but Rachel never left his side and her hand was always clasped tightly in his. Whenever they had the chance, Rachel would risk a small kiss upon the lips. Finn really didn't mind about that; he spent a whole month away from kissing Rachel and he had to catch up on lost time.
Finn found out later that Deon was arrested for the shooting and, even though the trial was officially not over, it seemed he was going to be proven guilty. And a nasty rumor was flying around about the case of a dead teacher at Dale, which everyone was starting to again suspect of Deon Werner. His parents were also going to be put on trial for something about helping and abiding (Finn hoped that was the right word) but at least they weren't going to be able to buy themselves out of it this time. He was also surprised to find that Cooter Menkins, the college recruiter, came forward and testified against his family; it seems that the man had been being blackmailed and had been forced into doing things by Deon and the boy's parents.
The quarterback (he supposed he should stop calling himself that as he probably wasn't going to play football in any sort of competition but he still liked the idea of being someone cool like one) was glad that Deon was out of his life; he did freaking shoot him, but Finn couldn't help to feel a sense of pity for Werner. He knew the feeling of hopelessness of not knowing what to do for the future, but Finn was sure that he wouldn't change into a psycho and shoot a person to keep a girl.
But then again, if that girl was Rachel...he chose not to continue that thought and went back to examining the house. The porch light was on and sent out a halo of light that he stood on the very edge of. He had noticed almost immediately that her dads' vehicles were gone, probably on some business trip or something. A sense that he had done this all before struck him, but he ignored. He was tired of being denied things by people and events. He was denied Rachel because of Jesse, Puck, and Deon, lost his chance at a football scholarship because of Deon, and, again by that rich snob, almost denied life.
Fuck them, and Finn walked up to the door and rang the doorbell.
A second later the door was flung open and Rachel's face greeted him with a bright smile. She was dressed in a slim black dress (Finn wondered if that was the same dress she wore in sophomore year) and her hair curled slightly at the ends, resting gently on the sides of her chest. He looked her up and down, letting his appreciation of her clothed appearance appear on his face.
"You look beautiful," Finn remarked, placing a gentle kiss upon her cheek and walking into the house. "I hope you didn't go to all the trouble just for me."
"I wouldn't do it for anyone else, Finn," said Rachel, placing a hand upon his arm and squeezing gently. "I hope you know that."
Finn pulled her into his arms, pressing his cheek to the top of her head as he said. Rachel went to great care to not touch his tender side that still throbbed whenever it came in contact with anything; though he wouldn't of cared if Rachel had hit him there, he had caused her so much pain over most of the first semester of the school year that he would of deserved it.
"I know," he said quietly. "But I wouldn't care if you were wearing sweats, a tank top, and had bed hair; you would still be beautiful to me, I hope you know that."
Rachel didn't say anything, the two simply standing there and enjoying in the company of the other. Finn couldn't describe the feeling he was feeling besides calling it a peaceful and placid warmth. It just felt so right to be with Rachel, he could always be himself around her and she didn't judge him to be something that he wasn't. His arms tightened self-consciously as his mind flashed back to that night two months ago, and knew Rachel was thinking the same as she trembled and let out a small sob.
"I can't believe it has already been two months," she muttered into his chest. "It seems like only yesterday that I was holding your head and begging that you would stay with me, and you did."
"I promised that I would never leave you, babe, and I plan to keep that promise," Finn reclined back from her grasp so he could peer into her eyes. His heart broke as he saw the silent tears streaming down her face, lifting a hand to wipe then away gentle from her face as he did. "Don't cry, Rachel, please. It wasn't your fault that made this all happen, it was mine. If I hadn't been so selfish and only thinking about my own fuc- freaking future, none of this would of happened. If we had just stayed together and I never broke us up...Deon wouldn't have done what he did."
Finn felt liquid fall from his own eyes as he was speaking, not caring that he, a man who was supposed to be strong and sure, was crying in front of the woman he loved. He was sick of keeping his emotions in, he had been doing that for a whole month and it was pure torture, so he let it all out. He let his head fall onto Rachel's shoulder. "Why do I mess everything up? I can never do anything right! I'm too dumb to get any academic-based scholarships, can't play well enough to get a football scholarship, and I always seem to hurt the ones that get close. Quinn, Kurt, you. Especially you. How are you able to even to stand to be with me-" He couldn't finish the question and just broke off with a sob, his throat thick with emotion and sorrow.
Rachel didn't respond immediately, but gently took his hand in hers and lead him up the stairs and to her bedroom. She brought him to her bed and sat down beside him on his unwounded side; her small palm never losing contact with his much larger one. As she did, she suddenly said, "Tomorrow is the eighteenth of December...my birthday."
"I know," said Finn, his heart missing a beat as he realized she hadn't answered his question. "I got you a gift, I will bring it tomorrow-"
"I don't want it," Rachel interrupted and his mouth gaped open at her sudden statement and rashness. Her eyes meet his. "Truthfully, I had forgotten my own birthday. I was so worried about you and your injury that I really hadn't even thought about myself, which is just not Rachel Berry. But I realized I don't care, and then it hit me that I hadn't carried for awhile. Do you know what I wished for my birthday three months ago?"
"No, what?" asked Finn, not able to move his gaze away from Rachel's chocolate eyes.
"You. I wanted Finn Hudson," Rachel then moved up and kissed him hard on the lips, pushing his body down into her mattress as she did. Her sudden boldness and forcefulness surprised him, but then he was bringing her closer into him; their bodies molding to each other as their tongues fought for dominance. Rachel, when Finn was getting the upper hand (or tongue), she pulled away from him, her small body leaning over his. "I want you, Finn. And never think you aren't good enough for me, because you are perfect. Perfect to me. Will you be my birthday gift?"
"As long as I don't have to put a bow on," Finn smirked; his heart, soul, and significant other part of his body soaring at Rachel's words. Her words were spoken with such authority and truth that he knew she couldn't be deceiving him and that he would never find such a perfect match for him as Rachel Barbra Berry.
"I would just have to take it off if you did," Rachel flashed a bright smirk of hers, totally disarming him of his own as realization dawned in his eyes. She stepped back from him and, gently unzipping the back of her dress, she let the black fabric fall to the floor of her bedroom. Rachel stood naked in front of him, the dim lighting of a lamp in the corner enhancing her body with shadows and letting others be masked by darkness.
Finn groaned, letting himself lose all control as his pants suddenly got a great amount tighter. "Rach..." His voice was tense with lust and need, but there was an underlying question in his words. He knew that she had never had sex before, and he wasn't going to allow himself to pressure her into it.
"Finn," She returned, and pulled at his shirt. He removed it with a quick movement and grabbed her, pressing his chest to hers and bringing them down into the softness of the bed. His hands went to her breasts, allowing them to encompass their size and brushing his thumbs against the sensitive nipples.
Rachel let out a soft moan of appreciation, her hands combing desperately through his hands as he teased her boobs and kissed her neck. She was ruthlessly pressing her body to his, and he knew his side had to be hurting, but he couldn't feel any pain; the only thing he could feel was the way Rachel felt against him, his hormones that were going into full-drive, and his love for her expressed in every cell of his broad body.
Finn wanted her so badly, and was surprised when Rachel panted between her moans and mewls of pleasure. "Finn...I need you...I need you, now."
He didn't argue. Finn rise up from the bed, admiring Rachel's slim and beautiful body for a moment as he did. His eyes never left hers as he unclasped his pants and let them drop with his boxers. It was strange, but as he stood there naked in front of Rachel, he didn't feel anything like awkwardness. He saw the same appreciation in his own eyes when he looked at her exposed the first time; both truly in love with the other as he crawled back into the bed.
Rachel didn't say anything or move, allowing her eyes to show the willingness of his actions. Finn took a deep breath, meet her eyes again, and entered her slowly. Her eyes widened, flickering for a moment with pain then turned into a wicked pleasure. He was gentle and slow at first, enjoying the sounds of her moans and the effects of everything that was happening to his body. As her arms clasped around his neck and legs swarmed around his butt, he increased the tempo. They fell into a steady rhythm; his moans of pleasure mixing into her own.
The tightening of their bodies came way too quickly for Finn's tastes, but he didn't complain as he felt Rachel tremble around him, tightening the pressure around his length. Her orgasm caught him and he couldn't help out a small cry as he felt himself let go of his own. Panting and sweating hard, the two remained that way for a long while; both not wanting that perfect moment to ever end, content at staying there for the rest of their lives.
It was Finn who moved first, pulling himself out of her but bringing her close into himself. He kissed Rachel gently on the lips, his chest still heaving with exertion as he said, "I love you so much, I can't believe how much I love you...how do you feel?"
Rachel smiled and closed her eyes, snuggling her head into his neck. "I love you too, and I feel amazing...as long as I am here...here in your arms."
The End.
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