A/N: To all of you wanting to break Quinn and Finn up… do you not see the magic between Finn and Rachel? Be patient, darlings!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Yesterday by the Beatles

"I'm not done with love, but I refuse to settle. I am a hopeless romantic. And I won't stop till I get it right"
Halle Berry

xxx

"Rach, Rach, baby, you have to stop or else—"

He felt her hot breath tickle his ear, "It's okay Finn. Let go. I want to watch you let go."

That was all the assurance he needed and with a few more jerky thrusts into her tiny hands, he let go and felt her smile into his neck, her hand stroking him to completion. He turned towards her, after his heart slowed down and he could actually see normally again because that was so awesome, he literally blacked out, and Finn watched her get off the bed and clean her hands before returning to him.

He held out his arm and she dove into him, into the tiny bed they shared, her face pressed into his chest, their sweaty bodies stuck together. He was still panting when she started talking.

"You always look so cute when you… you know. Every time." Rachel reached up and started to gently caress his scruffy cheek, giving him a smile that he knew was reserved just for him, and it made his heart feel all light and tight at once.

Finn kissed her forehead and smirked. "When I what?"

He watched Rachel pink and she pressed her face even further into his chest, like she was embarrassed or nervous or something, which Finn thought was absolutely hilarious because she couldn't even finish her sentence but he knew how much she loved dirty talk. Especially when he was the one talking.

"Baby… are you talking about when I... cum? Finn smirked when he watched her naked body go red, from head to toe. He could practically feel her entire body heat up against his and he laughed until she started slapping his chest lightly. "Finn Hudson, don't you dare laugh at me!"

"But babe—"

"Don't 'but babe' me, Finn Christopher Hudson!" He started laughing even more until—

"Rach, did you say I was cute when I came? Not like… hot or sexy or anything?" Finn laughed. (But hey, it secretly kind of hurt because like, he always had problems with the way he looked, he always felt insecure about his body, so, like, knowing his own girlfriend didn't find him hot and stuff kinda sucked. A lot. It sucked a lot.)

He looked down at the brunette beauty in his arms that was smiling up at him, her knees tucked into her body, pressed into his thighs. "Finn, it's that adorable face that you do. I actually—every time I see you do that face, I—"

He watched her, willing her to go on. "Every time you do that face, it really turns me on, Finn. It's really cute, the way your eyes flutter closed," Rachel traced her finger softly over his eyelid, "And the way your mouth falls open… it's so, so sexy. You're so adorable and sexy and just… you're so handsome, Finny."

Finn blushed and watched her do the same. "You think so, Rach?"

He figured that the kiss she gave him meant she did think so.

He woke up panting, his skin cold and covered in little beads of sweat. "Quinn?" Finn called out.

No answer.

His head plopped back down on the pillow and he tried to steady his breathing, reminding himself that it was just a dream.

4 months.

It had been 4 months since his encounter with Rachel and the same thing happened every morning. He woke up alone, after a great night filled with dreams of her, and then reality just had to slap him in the face.

He missed her. And he knew that maybe it was weird to miss somebody this much, somebody that he had only talked to once in reality, but he felt like a piece of his heart was missing. He didn't even bother with Quinn anymore. They were barely dating anymore, it seemed like they were just roommates. The most interaction they had with each other was a quick 'Hello' if they saw each other in the apartment or a note that said like, there's food left over for you in the oven. And Finn always found it a bit weird that there was quite a bit left, like she was cooking more people rather than just herself, but it's not like he complained or anything because that just meant there were more leftovers for him. She was never home when he woke up and he didn't even care. Sometimes, at night, he would feel the bed dip when she crawled in at like, 3 in the morning, but they stayed on opposite ends, as far away from each other as possible. And when he came home late, after a night hanging out with Puck and a few of the other guys from the station, he slept on the couch that was too small for him in their living room.

So yeah, he was living with Quinn, but his heart belonged to Rachel.

Except he didn't think she would ever forgive him because the one time he saw her at the coffeehouse they had met at – he had been going every single day, at the same time, just in case she was there, too – she had sprinted out the doors before he even had a chance to react and he ran out of the door, chasing her, while the barista yelled out that he forgot his coffee. Except this was New York, she got lost in the crowd before he even made it out the door.

So he hadn't seen her, he hadn't talked to her, in four months. And a piece of him was missing it was with her so it was like, he was living, but he wasn't really living. He was just sort of there, taking up space.

And he was just so bummed out this morning, because it really felt like he would never be seeing her, ever again. And it scared him, because he would never be whole again.

Finn threw on his FDYN t-shirt and a pair of jeans, trudging out of his little apartment that looked more like a hotel than a home because of Quinn's weird decorating style. Finn, we can't have your high school football trophy in here! We're going for 'modern and edgy,' Finn! Not…not… whatever you call that!

He pushed her nasal voice out of his head, taking another route to work, because he didn't think that today, he would be able to bear the feeling of utter hopeless. He chewed on his peanut butter sandwich quietly, listening to the hustle and bustle of the city, and the soft, beautiful voice of a street singer.

"Why he had to go? I don't know, he wouldn't say
I said something wrong
Now I long for yesterday"

And then it was like, his feet were taking him towards the voice, and he would know that voice anywhere, when her singing was abruptly cut off and now he could hear… was that screaming oh my god no no no oh my god no and then he was sprinting into an alley and—

"Get the fuck away from her."

Finn hadn't even realized it was him that spoke, because his voice was so low and he practically growled at the punks in front of him. And punks they were, because they were surrounding her and they were just a bunch of stupid kids, taunting her while she cowered on the ground.

"I'll say it one more time," Finn continued in a low voice. "Get the fuck away from her, or we'll have problems." He figured his height and his voice must have scared them (he was even scaring himself) because the little shit's ran away.

He ran to the small girl on the ground. "Rachel," Finn whispered, taking in her dress that was now ruined, splattered with mud. Bastards. "Rachel, it's okay. I'm here now."

Rachel looked up at his, her eyes huge and dark and then she was throwing herself into his arms, sobbing into his t-shirt and he was stroking her hair gently, trying to soothe her.

"Finn," Rachel whimpered, and he felt his heart break when she kept repeating on his name.

He pressed his lips against the hot skin of her neck, peppering kisses on every inch of her skin – her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, eyelids, everywhere except her lips, until he felt her breaths return to normal. Finn rubbed her back gently, through her torn cardigan, and he felt her fingers try to grab onto him, his skin, his shirt, his jeans, whatever she could grab. Not that he cared. She was in his arms.

"It's okay. I'm here. You're safe now."

A/N I did not mean for the story to go in this direction, but the Finn Hudson in my brain told me it needed to happen

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