A/N: Sorry. Life got in the way of creativity. Life in the form of renovations, severe allergies to renovations, bronchitis and pneumonia as a result. That and the dramas at work. But I'm breathing and here we go! I'm also wondering if I should make this story M although I've never dabbled much into that...what do you guys think?

Disclaimer: Still don't own it, but I'll never stop believin'! Alicia Keys owns "Teenage Love Affair"

Chapter 5: Teenage Love Affair

I know I have a flair for the dramatic but honestly, if this is not the time for a dramatic twirl, exaggerated sigh and falling onto my bed then when is it appropriate?

He kissed me.

He kissed me.

HE KISSED ME!

I got him so worked up that he, well, he, and there it was, I could feel a blush that worked itself from my ears through to my entire body. It's not that I didn't let Noah get some under the bra action but somehow with Finn, with Finn it was different. I know Finn would never take advantage of me, even in the heat of the moment. I squinted my eyes shut and put my head in my hands as I thought about how I straddled him and ground my hips into his. Clown whore, indeed.

"Nothing sad about the entire thing, though," I thought and started to giggle.

I could feel the air get hot again and realized I needed to think about something else. I picked up my guitar and began strumming the chords to the song again, only to think about Finn's lips on mine and the way his hands were just the perfect amount of rough along the bare skin underneath my cardigan and.

This wasn't working. At all.

I grab my phone and start to text Finn.

"I can't stop thinking about you...sorry about your pants. ;)"

...oOo...

Can't wait to get home
Baby dial your number
Can u pick up the phone
Cause I wanna holla

I'm struggling to abide by the speed limit because all I want to do is go home and call Rachel and just talk about everything. I want to say all the things that weren't said. For once I want to be the mature one. I want to be better for her. She's always the one who has to clarify things and put the cards out on the table. I want to beat her to the punch. I want Rachel Berry to be my girlfriend. And somehow, the idea of her asking me first isn't so much cute as much as proof that I can be such a pussy.

I hear the ding of my phone and resist the urge to check to see if it's from Rachel. After hitting someone with your car you keep your eyes on the road, but it's tough to ignore the persistent chirp. I tap my hands to the oldies that are playing on my radio and will the lights to turn green, hoping that dry humping Rachel Berry could give you jedi powers.

It doesn't, and it takes the usual ten minutes for me to pull up in front of my house. I'm relieved to see my mom isn't home and I am able to take off my clothes, change into some fresh ones and throw my jeans into the washer. As soon as I'm wearing a pair of pajama pants I walk into my room and check my phone and can't believe that Rachel was borderline sexting me.

I mean seriously, best day ever.

...oOo...

Here is a fun fact. You can't take text messages back. I thought I was being cute but Finn has yet to text me back. Maybe it was too racy? Maybe he thinks I'm a total skank, like Santana? I know Finn is a virgin, too. Maybe I made him super uncomfortable? It's been 8 minutes and forty two seconds and I almost fall off of my bed when the familiar strains of Finn's ringtone (Don't Stop Believin' because every single time I hear it I feel like my heart could burst out of my chest.) and I quickly press "Accept" on the touchscreen and almost drop the phone as I place it to my ear.

"Hey," I say and smile.

Daydreaming about you all day
In school can't concentrate
Want have your voice in my ear
'Till ma comes and says its too late

"Sorry I couldn't reply to your text, I was driving," Finn says quickly, and I let out the breath I'd been holding and smile, rolling over on my bed and clutching my stuffed panda.

"It's okay," I respond and smile, waiting for him to continue. I hear him clear his throat.

"Well yeah, I had to drive and then come home and well change and then I checked my phone. You know, earlier was, well-"

...oOo...

I can't believe how I forgot why it's always Rachel that has to do the talking in these situations. I'm pretty much terrible at it. I stutter and stumble and I'm seriously afraid that if I fuck this up with my mouth I'll never feel her mouth again. And that would really suck. "I just want you to know that besides the fact that it was awesome, it was also special. It was special how you are special. I mean, of course you know you are special Rachel and-"

"Thanks, Finn, I know I say I'm special and I do the gold star thing," Rachel says but her voice begins to quiet and get shaky, "but the truth is I don't always feel special, and I know I'm not a popular cheerio but I" and I realize suddenly I need to interrupt her because she's going to end up clarifying our relationship and I want to do that, dammit.

I wanna give you this letter
Of all the things I cant say
Want you to be my first my last my ending and beginning

"Rachel I could care less if you were a Cheerio. I don't care if we get slushie'd every day I hold your hand. I'll do it willingly. Will you be my girlfriend?" I wait eagerly for her to reply and I can hear the smile in her face when she does.

"Yes Finn."

And I'm beaming ear to ear. I could get used to this feeling. It was like a drug.

...oOo...

I wrote your name in my book
You last name my first
I'm your Mrs.

I brace myself for the impact of galactic grape hitting me square in the face from the stupid hockey goons when I see it shoved back into their faces by Finn.

My boyfriend, Finn Hudson.

I cannot tire of saying it, in my head or out loud, though I fear if I continue reiterating it Finn might get annoyed, or embarrassed. He holds my hand as we walk to the choir room for glee and I know I must look borderline insane but the smile I have will just not fade. I'm unabashedly happy.

As we sit side by side, my head resting lightly on his shoulder, I notice Quinn glaring at me. It's not an unusual occurrence for her to do so, and frankly, today I could care less.

Nothing really matters
I don't really care
What nobody tell me
I'm gonna be here
It's a matter of extreme importance
my first teenage love affair

I love how comfortable I can be with Finn now, the weird shame we felt for liking each other is gone and we are just relaxed with each other. I see Kurt giving me a small look of defeat with a half smile. I look at him meaningfully and he sighs and straightens his beret in a jaunty manner.

...oOo...

Mr. Schue is saying something but all I can think about is how soft Rachel's fingers are as I gently massage them in my hand. I had figured that we were just going to be practicing our duets in glee today and so I figured we would both be practicing with our tabs. I gaze over at everyone in the club and it's like I haven't really looked at everyone in so long. Tina is practically hanging off of Artie and Mercedes and Kurt look like a pair of divas and I seriously wonder if they are going to explode. My eyes fall on Puck and Quinn and that familiar pain is nothing but a dull ache now, but before I can look away Quinn's eyes catch my own. It's an intimate look and it makes me uncomfortable and I quickly turn away only to feel Rachel stiffen against me.

"What was that about?" she says softly and I shrug my shoulders.

"I don't know Rach," I say as I look into her concerned eyes but before I can continue we both notice Quinn walk up to the band and start handing them sheet music. I look at Puck and he shrugs his shoulders, too.

I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach as Quinn walks up the microphone stand, adjusts it, stares right at me and begins to sing.