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Chapter Fifteen
Finn closed his eyes, took a deep breath and put his sticks above his head, "One, One Two Three Four."
The music all started at once and the lights went on. The lights were too bright in his face for him to be able to see anyone in the audience; Finn was half grateful for this and part of it made him really nervous. He wanted to be able to see Rachel.
Rachel was at the bar when they started, ordering an AMF with the girl who Puck introduced as his 'woman'. "Uhh, so…" Rachel started to try to start conversation, "Should we go to the front?"
"You have got to be kidding me, Berry."
"It's Rachel." Rachel reminded her timidly. "Lauren…"
"It's Zizes, everyone calls me Zizes." Lauren told Rachel again, "The paparazzi are right behind you, we are taking a shot." Then she pointed to the floor, "Also, go out and do a little spin and show me and them your skinny stomach."
Rachel shook her head, "Who are you?" She almost laughed but did as she said. Lauren took Rachel's hand and spun her around and they both laughed as if they were best friends. Rachel closed her eyes and could see the flashes from the camera but ignored them. They turned towards the bar, "Two shots of vodka?" Rachel asked.
"On Puckerman's tab." Lauren added him, "Make it Skyy vodka, or whatever you have that is top shelf."
Rachel and Lauren clinked their shot glasses together, took the shot and drank their AMF's directly after, feeling the sting down her throat Rachel scrunched up her face in response.
"Okay, two more." Lauren told the bartender and Rachel shook her head.
"I wanna watch him." She pointed at the stage.
Lauren laughed, "You have a job to do, then you can finish watching him and as a reward for all your hard work, you can watch him in bed."
Rachel almost spit out the blue liquid from her mouth, "What does that even mean?"
"Listen Berry,"
"Still Rachel." Rachel reminded grabbing her shot glass and clinking it against Laurens.
"You know have a new job, you are no longer a school teacher."
"Guidance counselor." Rachel corrects.
Lauren continues without notice, "You are now the girlfriend of a fucking rock star, you have a job. The job for today is to show everyone without a doubt that you are not pregnant."
"And apparently a wreckless drinker." Rachel mentions holding the shot glass to her lips.
Lauren laughs, "I'll drink to that."
After recovering from their second shot Rachel twirled around a couple more times before finding the bouncer to kick out the paparazzi and Lauren and Rachel made their way to the front where they got to watch Finn drum for the last four songs. Rachel loved watching his drum face and the way he bobbed his head when he beat down hard.
After the group finished Rachel and Lauren made their way to the bar again while the boys did a meet and greet. Rachel promptly ignored the twinge of jealousy as women hugged Finn and took pictures with him.
"Just keep drinking." Lauren pulled her arm and handed her another shot. "That's what I do."
"I don't think I quite understand you and Noah's relationship." Rachel said after she swallowed the shot down.
"What is your obsession with saying people's first name, Berry?" Lauren laughed. "I know we're not exclusive, I know he has other women, I'm not an idiot. But, I also have other suiters of my own."
"Then what are you?" Rachel asked again, motioning to the bartender for two more.
"You're going to need to eat something, you're really little and this is a lot of alcohol, Berry." Lauren pushes Rachel softly and she stumbles back and shakes her head.
"STILL RACHEL." She shouts with a grin and jumps back to her spot, "Let's do this." She grabs the glass and Lauren clinks the glass with her.
About a half hour later and a couple embarrassing confessions later Rachel found herself wrapped in Finn's large arms. She looked down her body and saw Finn's arm around her stomach and the other around her shoulders, "Finn." She whispered down to his arms and Finn noticed immediately how really drunk she must be, spinning her around in his arms. "Finny the giant drummer boy." Rachel slurred up at him.
"Rachel Berry, you are drunk." Finn laughed before leaning down to kiss her. To Finn's surprised her mouth reeked of liquor and she tasted like syrup and vodka. She tried to deepen the kiss but Rachel couldn't bring herself to keep kissing her, "We need to get you some food."
"Food and then more kissing?" Rachel's voice was thick and groggy.
Finn nodded, "Yes, I promise." He turned towards Lauren, "Really, Zizes?" He pursed his lips with displeasure.
Lauren shrugged and laughed, "Hey, I just taught her my secret of putting up with dating a band member."
Puck, Sam and Blaine chant as if they have heard it a thousand times, "Just keep drinking."
Finn rolls his eyes, "You realize Rachel weighs 100 pounds right?"
"A buck twenty, at least." Lauren spits back.
Rachel put her hand up to Lauren, "You're both wrong. 105. 108 on a bad day."
Puck rolled his eyes, "We're not discussing weight. Let's go!" He grabbed Laurens hand and headed out the door.
Rachel looked up at Finn, she gulped at his worried look, she felt something new, something different. What was this feeling? She bent out and let her new feeling out all over Finn's converse. Oh, that is what that feeling was. She was sick.
Rachel woke up a couple hours later on the floor in the bathroom clutching a bowl to her face and her head on a sleeping Finn's thigh. This is not how she wanted to spend her last night of her short weekend in LA, but it was too late for that now. "Finn…" Rachel tried to say, it was a whisper but she couldn't get much louder. Finn shook awake at the sound of her voice.
"Do you need something?" Finn said groggily but alert.
Rachel tried to contain a laugh, her ribs her, her throat hurt, her whole body hurt. "No," She said, her voice scratchy, "I want to go to bed, and I think I need food. My stomach…"
Finn nodded and pulled her up in his arms, "We'll get you to bed."
Rachel swallowed again and turned away from Finn, "I think I need mouth wash too."
"I'm sure you do, you threw up for like 3 hours straight." Finn pouted before laying her in bed. "I'll get you everything, I'm sorry you got so sick." Finn moved the bangs off her face sweetly.
He returned shortly after leaving with mouth wash that he handed to her first with a paper cup to spit into. She did so quickly and Finn handed her medicine for her head and a tall glass of water. "As big as your head."
"Huh?" Rachel winced at how loud she had spoke in her confusion.
Finn chuckled, "You kept saying that on the ride home, you wanted a glass of water 'as big as your head'."
Rachel rolled her eyes at drunk-Rachel, "That's annoying."
Finn shook his head and urged her to take the pills, "It was adorable." After she took her pills he handed her a plate of fruit and watched her devour it and hoped it wouldn't be coming back up later. When she was done he took the plate and glass, cleaned the dish and refilled the glass with more water and made his way back to her side. "Okay, Rach. Do you think we can get sleep now?"
"What time is it?" Rachel rubbed her eyes.
"It's 3am. Holding your hair back isn't all it's cracked up to be." Finn chuckled and Rachel groaned in embarrassment as he kicked off his pants and pulled off his shirt. Rachel then noticed she was still in her outfit.
"Can I have a shirt?"
Finn nodded and threw her his undershirt, knowing she liked shirts he had worn opposed to clean shirts for bed, "Here you go, sickie."
She changed and he helped her because getting up hurt her head, "Stop," She groaned at his comment, "I'm already embarrassed enough. I can't believe I got that drunk, I never do that." Rachel frowned, "But, with the paparazzi and all those girls all over you and… I'm just really sorry."
Finn laid down next to her and pulled Rachel close to him, "Shhh, you're fine. Don't worry about it." Finn nuzzled into her neck, "They are called Adios Mother Fucker for a reason…"
"What is?" Rachel said confused.
Finn couldn't help but laugh at how truly innocent Rachel could be, "AMF, that is what it stands for… because it has so much alcohol in it."
Rachel's mouth dropped in shock, "I was just ordering what Lauren had, I had no idea." Rachel gasped, "It didn't taste like it had anything in it." She pouted and turned in Finn's arms to meet his eyes, "Sorry, that was… naive of me."
Finn kissed Rachel's nose lightly, "Well don't try and keep up with people that are three times your size."
Rachel brought her lips to his, "Hey now, I could drink you under the table."
"You'd be under there with me." Finn teased her sweetly.
Rachel nodded, "Probably, but only if we could be naughty under there."
Finn moaned in excitement, "Rach… I'll be naughty with you anytime, anywhere."
Rachel pursed her lips in mock though, "Well, I'll have to check my calendar…"
Finn cut her off with his lips needing hers. They kissed as if they needed each other to breath and Rachel refused to move his hands from the back of his head, pulling him on top of her. He obliged quickly and was hovering over her. Rachel wasted no time and quickly pulled off her panties and released him from his boxers.
She ran her fingers lightly over him as his mouth made its' way to her collar bone, "Come inside." Rachel pleaded with Finn and he smirked and teased her lightly before finally plunging himself in her. He kept his voice down to not hurt her head because her saw her wince with every time she moaned his name just a little too loud. His thrusts were soft and light but they both just wanted each other, to be close to have that feeling that they missed so much while they weren't with each other, which seemed to be happening more and more.
"Can you come for me?" Finn whispered in her ear as he licked and sucked on her earlobe, making her crazy.
"Yes" She promised and he met her eyes, "Yes, Finn, make me come." She pleaded and he brought his hand in between them to tease her as he thrust into her.
She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure, "Open your eyes, look at me." Finn requested, "Look at me while you come for me."
Rachel fought herself and her instincts to look into his eyes, and she was so glad she had. She came harder than she ever had before. So did Finn. Finn stayed buried within her, burying his face in Rachel's hair, "I love you so much." He tells her, "I'm sorry my life complicates us being together."
Rachel shakes her head in frustration, "I'm the one with a storage unit full of baggage." Rachel frowned and Finn rolled himself from her cleaning himself and Rachel before wrapping them both in the soft blanket.
"Stop that, Rachel. I knew about all of your baggage before I got involved with you. Hell, I created half of your baggage." Finn told her softly, he felt the pang of guilt in his belly.
Rachel closed her eyes and was currently happy she was turned away from Finn, she left a hot tear fall from her eye. Being in Finn's arm gave her a familiar happy and safe feeling, but knowing that being in these arms are what hurt Jesse killed her. "Don't Rach…" Finn whispered.
"Don't what?" Rachel wiped her face quickly.
Finn bit his lip, "Rachel, he isn't worth all of this. He wasn't it for you. He wasn't the one?"
"Why did I marry him?" She asked herself more then she asked Finn, "I mean, sure, I loved him… Or I thought I did…"
"You were doing what was expected of you…" Finn whispered into the dark.
Rachel nodded, "I was," Rachel realized, "That is so true. When he asked to marry me, I said yes because… how do you say 'I don't know' to a question like that? And then I was focused on the wedding and then the house and the cats and I never just stopped to think what I was doing I was just."
"Going through the motions." Finn finished her sentence.
Rachel thought for a moment, "Wait, how do you know?"
"I have a little bit of a confession to make." Finn finally said, burying his face in her hair again, "I've kinda been talking to Kurt."
"Like on the phone?" Rachel was shocked.
"How else?" Finn laughed.
Rachel spun around to look at him again, "And?"
"And he put you and Jesse's relationship in a new light for me. Kurt liked Jesse." Finn says matter of factly, "He's a good guy, but he could tell that he didn't put that light in your eyes. The light you got when you heard your favorite song or watched your favorite musical."
Rachel grinned at how well her best friend knew her, "I told you he was my soul mate."
"I hope you have room for one more." Finn told her softly, kissing her nose again, tickling her back with his big strong hands.
"It's already me and you, baby." Rachel promised him, "I'm in this. You can't get rid of me now." Rachel told him in a teasing tone, but was being completely honest.
"Good, because you're not getting rid of me either." Finn told her softly.
Rachel laughed, "God, we're gross."
Finn shook his head, "Nope, just in love."
Rachel laughed a little and snuggled into his neck, "I can deal with that."
The next day Rachel was feeling back to normal and just a little embarrassed, Finn assured her it happens to everyone and not to worry about it but she wouldn't let it go. "Okay, next time… I'm holding your hair back." Rachel said as she finished packing her bag, "Metaphorically of course."
Finn nodded, "Of course." He told her and held back a smile.
Rachel looked down nervously and handed Finn her bag, "So… Thanksgiving?"
"It's only two weeks away." Finn assures her, "We'll both be busy with work until then." Finn grabbed her hand and they walk out of the apartment together, "And we'll talk every night."
"And text every day." Rachel reminds him.
"And I called a great lawyer for you that will be working with you on the divorce papers." Finn told her awkwardly. "By the time I'm there all that will be left is cleaning out the house."
"I can do that with Santana or Mercedes."
"No!" Finn almost shouted, he hadn't let Rachel in on his awkward dream but didn't want Santana and Rachel alone with her, it just irked him. "I mean, it's fine. I want to help you."
Rachel nodded and Finn continued, "Then we'll get you all moved out here in between Christmas and New Years."
Rachel sighed in what felt like pressure on her chest, "Yeah, this isn't going super quick." Rachel said sarcastically and Finn stopped in his tracks and pulled her to look at him.
"If you're not comfortable, we can…"
"No!" Rachel jumped, "No, I want to be with you, I want to be here with you. This is where I belong… with you." Rachel promised and Finn answered by leaning down to kiss her. She met him halfway by getting up on her tippy toes.
Rachel got back to Lima that night and made her way back to the hotel she had called home for the last couple weeks and opened her bag to the Us Weekly she had made sure to purchase in the airport.
She opened the magazine and found the page dedicated to Finn, herself and Jesse and the "Love Triangle made in hell." Rachel rolled her eyes at the crude comments that were in the magazine.
"Apparently the drummer of Four Play likes to go a little further because rumor has it, the young adulteress is pregnant. But who could the father be. When speaking to St. James, 25, he was not only displeased but straight up angry, 'Pregnant? No, she couldn-… WHAT?' and with that, our interview with St. James was cut short." Rachel couldn't read anymore. She tossed the magazine down and called Finn.
"Well hello there beautiful."
"I hate Us Weekly."
"Told you not to read it." Rachel could hear the smirk in his voice.
"None of this is funny." Rachel stomped her foot in frustration and heard Finn laugh.
"It's a little funny." Finn laughed, "Don't take it hard, baby. You know it's all bull shit."
"I know, but no one else will. Oh God. I have to call Kurt."
"I already told him."
"Awe, look at my man. Being all cozy with his step brother." Rachel grinned, "It's about time."
"Hey, no teasing now."
"I'm not teasing, it genuinely makes me happy."
"Well you make me happy. So we're even."
Rachel and Finn talked for another hour about nothing and everything. Bantering about who had more baggage and who was cuter and who missed the other more until a big yawn came from the little girl, "Well, it turns out… I'm exhausted." Rachel frowns.
"I miss you." Finn told her gently. "Dream of me?"
"It's not even a question. I always do." Rachel promised, "I love you."
"I love you. Night Rach."
"I love you."