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Disclaimer: FOX and Ryan Murphy own Glee, Oasis owns "Don't Look Back In Anger"

Chapter Four: Don't Look Back In Anger

I stared at the pages Finn had excitedly printed out for us: Oasis' "Don't Look Back In Anger."

Finn is more perceptive than anyone truly gives him credit for. I'll be the first to admit that I find his clueless nature to be endearing, but when he is this intuitive I can't help but love him even more. I have to be honest and admit that this is one of my favorite songs to sing on Rock Band, a game that no one knows I have but I am very highly ranked on in internet play. We both sat on my bed with the lyrics so we could determine who was going to sing what.

"Well, I think it is safe to say we both know this song?" I nod and Finn continued, "So let's just split the lyrics and then we can start working on your tabs, and I will work on the drumming tabs when I get home." I begin to protest and stop myself. I almost wanted to retort "Since when are you in charge, Finn Hudson?" but I then realize this is precisely the behavior that makes everyone hate working with me. What he suggested is the same thing I would have, but I feel this insane need to be combative, and to ultimately be in control. I reach into my desk drawer and grab some highlighters, and hand Finn a blue one and keep a pink one for myself.

"I figure I'll highlight what I am going to sing and you can highlight what you are going to sing so it's easier for us to practice." I say and begin to read the lyrics over and over again. "This definitely is not going to be a traditional duet, Finn." I say worriedly.

"Okay, yeah Rachel, I totally see that but Mr. Schue always says we need to get to the heart of the song. I think the heart of this song is about new beginnings and how you can be happy if you just accept what has happened."

There is this awkward pause between us because I know this is his way of accepting what happened during 'babygate' but I wonder if he understands why this song is on my most played. Every once in a while I swear Finn Hudson can see right through me and it frightens me. I wonder if he can see the distress on my face and I straighten the lyrics sheet on my desk and begin to highlight. "I think I will take the first three lines, you can take the next three lines, and so on until we hit the first chorus." Finn smiles up at me and I continue, "I think we should sing the chorus' together, and then the next verse you can do the first three lines, I'll do the next three lines and so on." I look at his sheet to make sure he's highlighting and I continue, "Chorus together, continue singing together, and I think as it ends we should alternate 'Don't look back in anger' and sing 'At least not today' together. Sounds good?" He nods and I start playing the song on my laptop, "I hope you got me simple tabs, Finn, because I definitely can't pull off this guitar." I say worriedly.

I feel Finn reach over me and I can feel his chest on my back and my breathing hitches. I turn red as I silently pray he didn't notice and he pulls up Oasis' unplugged version of the song. "See, Rach, you can totally do the tabs for this, that's the version I downloaded. Even the drums are easier to manage." I see him look so excited and it's contagious. I'll learn guitar tabs for Finn Hudson. I'll do a lot of things for Finn Hudson.

I'm glad Rachel seems so excited to sing "Don't Look Back In Anger." Truthfully, I'm not used to her being so understanding and willing to let someone else make decisions. I'm looking at her in the corner of my eye as we continue to divide the lyrics so we can practice. Does she have any idea how cute she looks when she is thinking really hard and her nose crinkles just a little bit? She is expressing nervousness about the guitar tabs and so I reach over her to play the unplugged and I swear I feel her body shake a little bit and I smile. It's good to know that I'm not the only one being driven crazy. I can faintly smell her shampoo, and it is all I can do to keep my hands to myself.

She reaches over to grab her guitar and puts the tabs on her music stand and begins the first tentative strains, a bit shakey, and it's not nearly as fast as the song usually is. "Slip inside the eye of your mind, don't you know you might find a better place to play?"

She smiles as I smile back at her and continue, "You said that you'd never been, but all the things that you've seen, slowly fade away."

As she grows more accustomed to the beat the tempo increases and she sings with an even bigger smile as she sings "So I'll start a revolution from my bed, cause you said the brains I had went to my head, step outside summertime's in bloom."

I find myself gravitating towards her as I continue, "Stand up beside the fireplace, take that look from off your face," I sing strongly and it's like I'm singing to everyone, not just Rachel, but to Puck and Quinn, "You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out!"

The energy in the room has risen dramatically and it's taking all of my practice as a singer to be able to play these tabs while Finn Hudson is singing to me. Whenever I move my eyes from the sheets in front of me for a split second, those clear gorgeous eyes are staring right back at me and I'm flustered and my fingers tremble. As we start the first chorus, I don't quite nail the chord change and we both pause at the hanging note. I flush a deep crimson and stop playing. I can't even bear to look up, and I merely mumble a "Sorry, I thought I had it but I guess I didn't. You sounded amazing though."

Once again my heart is pounding a mile a minute because he is gently touching my chin with his thumb and coaxing my head up. When I finally look up his eyes are warm and he says softly, "Don't be sorry, I don't expect you to sound like a member of Oasis on the guitar for," he pauses, "At least a week."

"Oh," I say, sarcastically, "You think it will take me that long?" I say and put my guitar down and softly slug his shoulder in mock anger. "I'm Rachel Berry!"

Suddenly he reaches over me towards my desk, and before I can even realize it, he has stuck one of my signature gold stars on the end of my nose. "You forgot that after your name." He says in a matter-of-fact tone and that's all we need because we burst into a fit of hysterics.

I thought I had forgotten what it was to laugh this hard. I thought for a split second I may have gone too far by putting a gold star on Rachel's nose, but she is holding her stomach and her eyes are closed and I think the sweet twinkling of her laughter is second only to her singing voice. I'm dying too and sure enough we are both rolling on the floor at the foot of her bed. As she goes to lean back for another belly laugh I notice she is about to hit her head on the bed frame and I quickly lean forward.

For the second time today I feel like time has slowed down and suddenly everything feels hot.

The air feels hot.

My head feels like it's swimming, like I've got a buzz and that's what I'm hearing, a slight buzz. I'm slightly on top of Rachel, and I'm cradling her head with my left hand and my left arm is bent at the elbow supporting both of our weight. I can feel her breathing heavily where are stomachs are touching and I can see her face, eyes staring right into mine and her lips are slightly open.

Looking at her lips is all it takes and I lose any control I had. For a second I wonder if she will throw me off of her but she doesn't. She opens her mouth and that's all the invitation I need. If I thought her smell had thrown me for a loop it's nothing compared to this. This is the Super Bowl Sunday of Rachel Berry. She has one hand on the back of my head and the other tightly gripping the back of my shirt and it's almost becoming too much and I can feel myself need to start thinking of the mailman. Rachel suddenly rolls me over and she is on top of me and it is too much and I can feel all of her and I think it's too late and-

This is so much better than making out with Noah Puckerman and pretending it's Finn Hudson. While Noah was smooth and fast and made me wonder how my bra had suddenly stopped supporting me because he had managed to unhook it, Finn was soft and sweet and almost too slow. I want to feel more of him and I managed to roll over and get on top of him and he starts shaking under me and begins to grab my hips to move me and I feel my cheeks grow hot as embarrassment and shame begin to rear their ugly heads, "Finn," I look away, "What is it?"

I finally am able to look him directly in the eye and he starts stammering, "It's just, it's just," and as I shift my body to get off of him I realize that there is no way he isn't as into this as I am. His eyes get big when he realizes I've brushed against his prominent excitement and starts stammering yet again, "It's just Rach, it's just I don't want to-well I don't want to you know, I don't want to 'mprettysureIam."

It's like fresh oxygen is now pulsing through my lungs and I chuckle softly and then reach down to kiss his jaw. He still feels tense as I kiss him softly.

Kiss, "I," kiss, "don't," kiss, "care." I say and kiss him with renewed vigor, smiling into his mouth, "I don't do your laundry." I say and he kisses me full on the lips.

I can't believe Rachel doesn't care. Quinn would get so mad whenever I finished when we were just making out. It's almost like Rachel wants it to happen because she is grinding against me and when I shudder against her, squishing up my face she kisses me gently and says, "Go clean yourself up," and smiles.

When I return to her room we realize how late it is and since I am in no mood to meet up with both dads after having done some inappropriate, I grab my backpack and she walks me downstairs. She smiles as she walks me to the door and I kiss her softly. I walk to my car and get in. As I drive home, I feel something on the back of my neck and smile as I pull off a gold sticker from my skin and stick it on the middle of the steering wheel.