A/N: So it might get a little confusing here for a minute, but I swear there is a purpose. You wanted a longer story my loves, you're getting one. :) I'm excited to write about the Finchel road trip. After reading "When It's Springtime in Alaska" it made me itch to want to write it, so it'll be a couple of chapters. I hope everyone is still liking the story. Please don't forget to review! And Thank you sooooo much for reading.

Chapter Twenty Three

Finn finally let Rachel drive after five and a half hours, they had talked and basically told each other any and every story they could think of. They laughed over Quinn and Jesse and the ridiculousness of it all. They had snacked and sang and laughed and Rachel even cried when Finn told her a story about a letter he found from his Dad to his Mom about him. About how it said he was the most perfect baby boy and he couldn't wait to see what he had in store for the world.

Finn told Rachel that he hoped he could make him proud and she reassured him that he already was. After an hour of Rachel driving, Finn became antsy.

"Why don't you just let me drive, baby?" Finn pleaded, leaning over to kiss her shoulder.

"Why? I'm perfectly capable-"

"Of driving 55 mph. I can see that." Finn cut her off quickly. "I'm going crazy over here. It's like watching Driving Miss Daisy."

Rachel tilted her head back to laugh and relented, "Fine. But, you're buying us Starbucks at the next exit. And we get to listen to showtunes."

"Rach.." Finn whined, "We listened to showtunes for the first hour. How many more shows can there be?"

Rachel tried to hold in her chuckle, but it was no use, "How many more can there be? Really? Try at least 300 songs, and that's just on this ipod. I have tons of physical CDs too."

"Okay, Okay. We can listen to more showtunes, but first tell me a story." Finn asked sweetly as she pulled off the exit.

"What kind of story?" She asked, lifting her eyebrow at him. They pulled up to the Starbucks and Finn and Rachel both jumped out.

"Uhhhh, I don't know. Something new. Tell me about something really embarrassing that has happened to you?" Finn suggested.

Rachel chuckled, "Yeah right, that comes with a price my handsome boyfriend." She told him as the walked up to the register.

"Mocha Latte and a Soy Chai Tea Latte. Vente." Finn ordered smoothly and Rachel beamed up at him. "Wanna split a cookie, Rach?"

"Hell no." She teased, "I want my own."

Finn scrunched up his nose at her in delight, "Two of those cookies." He handed the man his card and as they waited for the coffee he leaned over to whisper in her ear, "You're pretty damn cute, you know?"

"I have my moments." Rachel smiled and kissed the crook of his neck.

Once they were back on the road and driving a comfortable 85 mph, because if Finn went any faster Rachel would screech about how terrifying it was, he asked her , "What's the price?" He lifted his eyebrow and Rachel grinned at him.

"Eye for an eye, right? Story for story baby." She whispered as she took his hand and peppered kisses all over it.

"Okay, you first." Finn prodded.

"I'm not dumb, you first!" Rachel told him.

Finn thought for a moment, "This isn't fair, you'll somehow get out of telling me your story."

Rachel nodded, "That's the plan."

"Okay, how about line for line?" Finn asked.

Rachel thought for a moment, "I don't hate that idea. But, you're going to be sad."

"Why is that?" Finn lifted his eyebrow at her and looked at his small girlfriend out of the corner of his eye.

Rachel got on her knees and leaned over until her lips were basically touching his ear, "I was going to trade my embarrassing story for road head."

Finn immediately shivered in response to her words, "Rachel Berry." Finn scolded, laughing loudly, "You are a bad bad girl."

"I know I am." She said sliding back in her chair. "So, you start."

Finn sighed out, "Okay, uh… it was 8th grade."

"Nope!" Rachel stopped him quickly, "An adult embarrassing story. Eighth grade is still childhood."

"Fine!" Finn scoffed and thought for a moment again, "Okay, last year we were playing a show at the venue you came and saw us at, Puck wasn't feeling too good." Finn paused, "That's a line. Your turn."

Rachel scrunched up her nose, "You sure you don't want to take the previous offer?"

Finn chuckled, "Well I do, but it's a long drive. I think I'll have more offers like that." Finn said honestly.

"Yeah, we'll see." Rachel muttered. "Okay, so… where to start." She chewed the inside of her lip, "Okay, I was 19 and in college."

"That's it?" Finn growled.

Rachel leaned over and kissed his cheek, "Your turn."

"Since Puck wasn't feeling good, I told Blaine I would do back-up vocals." Finn sighed. "Go!"

"I had this psychology class, Jesse and I had just met and I had lost my virginity no more than two weeks before to that random douchbag I had told you about."

"I hate that guy. What was that asshole's name?"

"Not important to the story, your turn." Rachel told him.

"Fine… Okay so I was singing and everything was going good, but I had written the wrong order of the songs on my set list." Finn tells her.

"So, my class asked us to write about our first time of anything. First time riding a bike, first kiss, first time time." Rachel whispered.

Finn decided not to comment, but to continue with his story in order to get more of hers, "So we started playing 'Haunting' but I had written down 'Stellar'. So I am drumming the beat of 'Stellar', but singing to 'Haunting'."

Rachel tried not to giggle before starting her story back up, "So I wrote about my first time, and how it was awful and that I didn't get what the big deal was about sex."

Finn rolled his eyes, "I really fucking hate that guy." Finn muttered before continuing, "So everyone finally stops and Puck throws a bottle of water at my head and we start over."

"So I turn it in but I guess I didn't put my name on it."

"When we're halfway through the song, I realize I'm bleeding from where the bottle hit me and there is blood, gushing into my eye."

Rachel bites her lip to stop herself from commenting, "So, three people hadn't written their name on their papers and so the teacher began to read all of the papers to ask who's was who's."

"So there is blood in my eye and I can't see, but I'm still singing. Once the song ends, we cut the set short because I'm a fucking mess." Finn stops, "That was two sentences. You give me two."

Rachel shook her head, "Okay, master. So, obviously I'm not going to claim mine. So they read off this butterfly story. First time she heard the song butterfly and how it lead her to get her tramp stamp. The next one they read is mine and I don't claim it. I'd rather get an F then claim that in front of 100 dumb ass college students."

"So Sam walks me backstage and I can't see at all. Everything is blurry. And I hear Quinn's voice, and she's trying to clean me off."

Rachel screams internally at the mention of Quinn but stays calm, "So then no one claims it, so they move onto the last one which is a story about a soft kiss shared between two people in the rain. It was lovely, but no one claimed that either."

"So Quinn takes care of me, but my eye is still all blurry and my other eye is swelling from the hit. So I reach up to pull her into a hug."

Rachel spits out the next two sentences so quickly Finn thinks his head will explode, but she wants, no needs to know where this is going, "So I claim it, but I wasn't listening because the story was about two boys kissing. So everyone called me RuPaul from then forward."

"Oh baby, that is awful." Finn frowned at her and took her hand in his.

"Your turn!" Rachel shouted.

Finn couldn't help but chuckle, "So I lean up to kiss her and she feels different, like puffy lipped. Then I hear Puck laughing and Quinn screaming and I realized, the blonde that was helping clean me off was not Quinn."

"You kissed Sam?" Rachel's mouth dropped open.

Finn nodded in sheer embarrassment, "And to make matters worse, a fan saw and leaked it to Perez so there were rumors I was gay for months."

Rachel stifled a giggle, "Baby, that is terrible."

"I know, that was my first and last homosexual experience." Finn teased.

Rachel leaned her head on him, "I think that story deserves a prize."

After a really fucking awesome blow job in the car, and three pit stops later Rachel claimed they should find a place to stay. Finn wanted to hold out for Tulsa, but both of their drifting eyes weren't allowing it. If it weren't so snowy, they could maybe camp. But, Rachel probably wasn't one for doing that. Rachel insisted on checking on Finn's 'wound' in the back of his head when they stopped to get gas.

"Rachel?" Finn asked as she inspected the back of his head, "You know what I love about you?"

"You mean besides me radiant personality and killer ass." Rachel teased as she wiped some dry blood out of his hair, "You're all set, by the way." She told him.

"That you take care of me." Finn smiled down at her, "Like in that story I told you. I kissed Sam because he was taking care of me, that's what a girlfriend should do. But, I should have known that she wouldn't be doing that."

Rachel frowned, "Well, she's not a very good person. I think she might have been at one point… but she must have lost it along the way." Finn nodded softly and looked into her eyes, the wind blew and broke their stare.

"I'm not feeling that tired anymore," Rachel told him, "I'll get us some energy drinks and we can drive through to Tulsa."

Finn gave her his lope-sided grin and tilted his head, "Once we get there, I'm going to thank you for taking care of me properly."

Rachel giggled, "Is that a promise?"

"It sure is."

As they drive, Rachel turns up the music and thinks about day before Christmas, when she had said goodbye to her friends, the tears in Santana's eyes. The fact that Tina's stutter had returned as she said goodbye. The way Brittany told her some weird mythical story about werewolves and to be careful at the full moon. Rachel stared at the window and thought about her Dads.

Daddy and Dad had been so good to her about leaving, even though she could tell they weren't happy about it. Deep down they knew she would be better off. Daddy cried the whole day when she had told him, but Finn told them he would fly them out anytime and even gave them plan tickets for the end of February for her Dads birthday.

Damn she was lucky.

A piece of her ached for home, for Lima, for Jesse and the piece of her who really thought she wanted all of those things with him, kids, and that house and that life. A whole other piece of her ached for Noah.

She knew that he would be okay, but Quinn was Noah's Finn. She was his 'McDreamy', as Kurt would say. But, she was just such an awful person. And that fake bullshit relationship they had planned up to bother Finn with just got under her skin. She wanted to scream.

She decided to call her Dads and tell them the events of what she had seen, fortunately, they found it just as comical.

"You know, sweetie. I saw Quinn at the bookstore a couple days before Christmas with a boy. And it sure wasn't Jesse."

"Who was it Daddy?"

Rachel was so into this conversation that Finn was just on autopilot, deep in thought about everything to come. He thought about the possibility of little Berry-Hudson's running around, the idea of a house in the hills with a backyard big enough for a couple dogs and a sandbox, also a swingset. Because swings were totally the best part of a playground.

"Finn!" Rachel squealed.

"Yes, baby?"

"I think Mr. Schue is having an affair."

"With who?"

"QUINN!" Rachel spit.

Finn almost ran off the road, this was too much for his mind to handle. First Puck and Sam, now Jesse and Mr. Schue? No, he would never do that.

"He would never do that."

"My Daddy said that he saw them shopping at Walgreens and then they hugged tightly."

Finn furrowed his brow in confusion, "Okay, Rach… I'm not sticking up for her… but I don't think she's that much of a bitch."

"My Daddy knows what he saw." Rachel said back.

"This is just getting too confusing." Finn sighed. "I think we should talk to Puck. Or maybe Mr. Schue."

"Oh so I should just call him out of the blue?" She mocked a phone call, "Oh hey Will, just wondering if you're cheating on Emma with Quinn? …No? Okay then… bye." Rachel pursed her lips and tilted her head in frustration.

Finn couldn't help but laugh, "Maybe just ask what's really going on with her?"

"Wait…" Rachel thought for a moment, "Why do we care?"

"Because of Puck." Finn groaned.

Rachel nodded, "Oh yeah." She yawned and looked at the road again, "She's his McDreamy."

"I don't speak chick babble." Finn told her lightly, nudging her side a little.

"It's just that Noah really loves her, like, the way I love you. But, she's just such a bad person."

"She might not be as bad as you think." Finn noted, "The whole Mr. Schue thing could have been a weird fluke. Like she was thanking him for baked goods with a hug."

Rachel threw her head back in laughter, "Thanking him for baked goods? Really Finn?" She chuckled a little longer before letting the laughter die, "But you still can't deny that Jesse stuff."

"No, but like you said, that's fake too." Finn told her.

"But, I don't want Noah with a girl who would do something like that."

Finn nodded, "That's a good point, but you're the one who said…" Finn scratched his head while he though, "McDreams?"

"McDreamy."

"What the hell is that?"

"It's like saying," She tried her hardest to keep it in boy terms, "Like if you are my McDreamy, which you are by the way, it's like saying you are the one for me." Rachel told him, "But, it goes deeper than that because it can be one sided. So Quinn might be Puck's McDreamy. But you might be Quinn's. Does that make sense?"

"So in this weird ass theory… Puck is in love with Quinn and Quinn is in love with me."

"Not just in love with. It's like, they are it for you." Rachel tells him, "Or at least you think that they are."

"So you think that is why Quinn did the thing with Jesse is because she thinks I'm her McDreamy?" Rachel nodded. "Where did this phrase come from."

"Greys Anatomy."

"That doctor show?"

"Yeah… Kurt loves it." Rachel shrugged her shoulders, "So I kinda got accustomed to talking in terms like that."

Finn smiled, "It's okay, I don't mind your crazy babble." He patted her thigh lovingly and she leaned over to kiss his cheek. "We're almost to Tulsa, how about we figure this all out tomorrow?"

Rachel nodded, "Yeah, I really don't like having Quinn be a part of daily talk."

"But, if Puck and her decide to get together… we're going to have to figure something out." Finn reminds her.

"After this whole mess? It would take a miracle."

"Hey!" Finn laughed, "After everything we've been through. I sure as hell believe in miracles. Don't you?"

Rachel scrunched up her nose and made what sounded like a purring noise, "Of course I do."

"Good." Finn smiled as they got off the exit.

"I just can't imagine that she's the one for him. I mean sure he's a jerk sometimes... but he deserves better." Rachel said in a huff.

Finn laughed, "You are so sweet and caring, Rach. I love that about you. But, let's not worry about it right now. Okay?" Finn parked at the motel off the exit and brushed his thumb over her soft skin as he spoke, "Now let's get you in bed. No more talking about Quinn, or Puck or Mr. Schue or anyone."

"Can we talk about you kissing Sam?"

Finn fake gagged himself, "Especially not that, and I swear to God if you bring it up in front of people…"

"Your secret is safe with me, Finn." Rachel assured him, "Now let's go!" Rachel pleaded and Finn reached in back and grabbed their bags.

"You don't have to tell me twice."

A/N: I hope the Grey's reference made sense to most of you. I know that a lot of people watch it, but it's from season 2 or 3 when Izzie says "Oh my God! George is her McDreamy." Talking about Callie, and that has always stuck in my brain. I use it when I'm talking to people about their love lives constantly. So, I hope you all understood. Let me know what you think.