A/N: More of Finn and Rachel on the road, not to mention some more excitement with the Quinn storyline. I hope everyone enjoys it! Please let me know what you think.

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Chapter Twenty Four

Rachel's feet were up on the dash and summer songs were playing, the car was warm because the heater was blasting and Rachel had taken off her sweatshirt so she was just in a tank top, along with her skirt. If she closed her eyes real tight it might actually feel like summer.

"I miss summer." Rachel blurted out, over the pop music that filled the air. Finn turned down the radio and looked at her sideways, "What do you do in summer in LA?" She asked with excitement. "Do you go to the beach a lot? Do you go camping? Oh my gosh, do you go to the drive in?"

"Are there drive ins anymore?" Finn laughed. Rachel gave him and look and he grinned over at her, "Bonfires, drive ins, surfing, picnics, BBQ's, hikes, rock climbing, beach volleyball. Anything else?"

"Road trips?" Rachel grinned in delight, everything he had mentioned sounded perfect.

"Of course. We can go up to San Fran, or down to Baja. Or Vegas. I would love to take you to Vegas." Finn told her sweetly.

"Vegas seems trashy." Rachel frowned.

Finn laughed, "Some of it is, but I'll take you to all the best parts. You can come with me in March. We have a show at the Bellagio."

Rachel squealed in excitement and clapped her hands, "You take such good care of me. If I'm not too busy with a show or something, I would love that."

Finn chuckled at Rachel's enthusiasm, "Did you call that agent?"

"Of course I did. I sent her a video of me singing. On My Own, from Les Mis." Rachel beamed proudly at Finn, "And she absolutely loved me and wants me to come in once I'm settled." Rachel turned down the heat a bit, "It's getting a little warm, Finn."

"I know, I'm sweating. I was just trying to get you to take off more layers." Finn winked and Rachel slapped him playfully. "Do you want to call Mr. Schue then? It's probably about lunch time there. And school's not in yet, right?"

Rachel's expression sobered and nodded, "Yeah, I am just putting it off to be honest."

"You don't want to find out anything about Quinn that will hurt Puck?" Finn asked with a raised eyebrow, moving his hand to her bare knee and up her thigh in a comforting manner.

Rachel thought for a moment, "Partially." Rachel sighed, "But, I have to be honest. I don't want to find anything out about her that is going to make me feel bad for either." She looked over at Finn with wide eyes, "Don't think any less of me, please. I just don't want to feel bad for her or forgive her for all the awful things she's done."

Finn nodded, "I know, baby. But you're going to, though. For Puck."

Rachel nodded, "Yeah, for Noah." Rachel told him, "I do love him like a brother."

"It better be like a brother." Finn teased her. He wasn't jealous, mostly because he knew Rachel was all his. And the idea of her not being his put his stomach in knots so he refused to think of it that way.

He was not jealous. He told himself a couple times while the silence consumed the car as Rachel thought.

"Okay, I'll call him." Rachel finally said, lifting Finn from his thoughts. He was grateful for that.

"Okay, then. Call him." Finn urged and Rachel dialed as he rubbed her thigh lightly, listening to her calm breaths.

"Hey Mr- I mean Will." Rachel laughed into the phone. "I wanted to talk to you about a couple things." Rachel paused, "No it doesn't have anything to do with Figgins."

Finn continued to trace outlines on her thighs, hearts and music notes and his name. He liked the idea of marking her with his name, "I was just wondering what's been really going on with Quinn. I know you talk to her and stuff and she's seemed a little off. She claims she's seeing my ex husband."

Finn cringed, ex husband. Jesse St. James never deserved the title of husband to begin with. Rachel started a storm of, 'oh yeah?' and 'uh huh' and Finn decided it was time to zone out. Rachel would inform him of all of the details momentarily, along with her own perfect and slightly annoy commentary about what she really thinks of what's going on. Finn's mind dove into a memory of last night.

Finn was buried deep inside Rachel and had been for the last forty five minutes. Rachel was panting and running her hands through his sweaty hair. "Finn…" Rachel half whispered, half moaned and it was music to Finn's ears.

"Yeah baby." Finn answered as he smoothly and softly thrust into her.

"Where'd you get this scar?" She asked putting her hand up to his hair line. He covered the area by putting his hair forward when he did it, that way they wouldn't see his hairline, or his scar. His hair was thick enough to cover it easily, but Rachel of course found it. She found everything about him, without even looking.

Finn went deeper inside her and she moaned a bit more. Rachel and Finn didn't normally talk during, but Finn didn't seem to mind this. "Uhhh," He tried to draw up the memory that was currently hiding from the surface. He was too busy focusing on how amazing it felt to be inside of her right them and the fact that her feet were digging into his thighs, pushing him into her further. "I fell off my bike?"

Rachel giggled, "When you were little?"

Finn shook his head, "No, my motorcycle."

Rachel moaned again, "You have a motorcycle." She didn't phrase it like a question, more like she was telling herself. Letting it sink in.

Finn peppered her face with kisses, "I do, it's red. You can ride on it." Finn panted into her ear.

"I'd rather ride you on it." Rachel said after a minute and pushed him to turn over so she could be on top. When they were fully over Rachel whispered in his ear, "I love when you make love to me Finn." She told him truthfully, "But right now, I'm going to fuck you."

Finn hardened more within her, "Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"Because my baby has a motorcycle." She laughed and began to bounce on top of him.

"I knew that motorcycle would pay off." Finn growled and pulled her down to him.

"wipe that dopey grin off your face and listen, babe." Rachel squealed and Finn jumped.

He laughed a little, almost a nervous laughter, "Sorry, I was just thinkin' about-"

"Your motorcycle?" Rachel lifted an eyebrow.

"You know me too well." Finn grabbed her hand and pulled it to his lips.

"No, you just mumble when you think too hard." Rachel told him, laughing a little. "Okay, wanna know what he said?"

"Shoot!"

Rachel clapped her hands together and took a deep breath, the way she did when she was about to give a speech. "Is there a cliff's notes?" Finn quickly asked and Rachel shoved him a bit.

"Hey!" She spit, "28 hour drive, you can listen to my story." Rachel accused and then repeated her previous prompt, "Okay, Will ran into Quinn in the grocery store and she started crying because he caught her in the 'parenthood planning' section, you know, where the condoms and pregnancy tests are?" Rachel asked and waited for Finn to nod. He didn't like where this was going, "So she told him about how Puck and her had a little girl and how someone adopted her and she didn't know who and it felt like it was happening all over again."

"With who?" Finn burst out.

"I'm getting there." Rachel scolded, "Okay, so he gave her a hug and her number and that must have been what Daddy saw. So then she called him at like midnight crying about how she wasn't pregnant but she wished she had been, because she really wanted a kid with this guy. And she wanted to do it right. So, I guess he had seen her with Jesse and asked if it had anything to do with him. Quinn said no and then admitted that it was a scam that Jesse came up with to get to me and you and was paying her. She also said she thought she would need to money for moving if she found out she was in fact pregnant. Which she isn't." Rachel breathed in a deep breath and Finn was getting antsy, who's would it have been. "So when Will asked who the Dad would have been, she lied and said you. So, after a while she admitted it couldn't have been you, but she knew that her Mom and Dad always wanted you guys to be together and that is why she was so adamant about getting you back, but the real love of her life, her family wouldn't approve of because they were a different faith then her." Rachel looked at him expectantly.

"I'm still lost." Finn admitted.

"Noah is jewish. Like really jewish. There is no way in hell that he would be cool with having a catholic wedding." Rachel told him as if it was common knowledge. "Quinn knows that her insanely catholic and republican parents would have a cow over her and Noah having a kid, that's why she gave her up." Rachel squealed. "But, now she knows she wants him and his baby and now she can't have it. Or she doesn't have it. She's all screwed up about it because she's still trying to please her family. Don't you see?"

"What? What am I not seeing?"

"Noah is Quinn's McDreamy." Rachel squealed, "Once she knew you moved on she finally realized it was time for her to get what she really wanted. She thought having another baby with Noah would cure everything, make it better. Which it totally wouldn't. You can't raise a baby in that hot mess. But, if we tell Noah, maybe he can make it work."

"How are we sure it wasn't Sam's?"

"The Evans' family is Christian, so not catholic but still not Jewish."

"We're not catholic." Finn thought for a moment.

Rachel giggled, "No, but Burt and Carole are Christian, even if you don't go to church, and you're a good all American boy. The type of guy who produces perfect grandbabies." Rachel teases. "Damn, you and Quinn's kid would look like a super model." Rachel whispered, getting off track for a moment.

Finn laughed, "Whatever, our kid will be cuter." Finn winked quickly and gave her his signature half grin that made her melt.

"Yeah, and if our daughter gets my nose you won't have to worry about her getting too many dates." Rachel raised an eyebrow as she teased.

"Well, that's nothing. If our son has my rhythm he'll step on all his dates feet, so he won't get more than one date ever." Finn told her matter-of-factly.

Rachel pretended to wipe imaginary sweat off her forehead, "Phew! I was concerned."

Finn chuckles, "Wanna go to that diner for lunch?" Finn points off the exit and Rachel agrees.

Once they get inside they take a seat in a booth across from one another and Rachel kicks off her boots and rests her feet in Finn's lap. He rubs one of her feet while they look at the menu and Rachel tries to refrain from commenting on how good his strong hands feel on her.

"You know why I love you?" Rachel whispers over the menu, "Because you take care of me just as much as I take care of you." Rachel grins at him and he grins back.

"We're a little much sometimes." Finn tells her, "We've somehow turned into that couple who just talks about how much they love each other all the time."

Rachel frowns, "Sorry, is it too much?"

Finn laughs, "No, I love it." He tells her, "But, it's going to get super annoying to others. Puck, Sam and Blaine might punch me in the face."

Rachel giggles, "They love you, and us. They can get over it."

After ordering and switching her feet between Finn's hands a couple times she makes him get up and wash his hands before the food comes and takes the opportunity to text Noah.

"Noah! I have news for you. Let's do dinner when we get there?"

"Wat up Berry? Wen will that be? UR not prego, rite?"

"Whatever! Of course not! We'll be there tomorrow night. So let's do a late dinner. Or maybe drinks."

"OK Berry! Take care of Huddy."

Rachel laughed at that last text, when Finn returned to the table, "Noah calls you Huddy?"

"News to me." Finn lifted an eyebrow and read the text that Rachel showed him. Don't be jealous, Hudson! She's yours!

"That's funny! I like it." She said as she typed furiously back.

"What are you guys texting about?"

"Huh?" Rachel looked up, her concentration broken. "Oh, nothing. Just telling him when we'll be home and that we have news for him."

"What news?" Finn almost growled.

"About Quinn." Rachel reminded him, putting her phone on the table and reaching out for his hand and his pulled it away. "What's going on?"

"Nothing." Finn shook his head and the waitress came and delievered his burger and her salad. Rachel smiled up at the woman and thanked her.

"A check as soon as you can would be great."

"Why are you trying to rush out?" Finn accused Rachel quickly.

"Okay!" Rachel shouted. "I want my boyfriend back. Who is this?" She said pointedly at him and his eyes met hers and he let down his defenses.

"I'm sorry." Finn sighed, "I just get…"

"Jealous?" Rachel asked, "Yeah, I saw that."

Finn seemed embarrassed and let's face it, he was. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

Rachel moved over to his side of the booth and grabbed his face to force him to look at her, "Hey, hey…"

"What?" Finn asked sadly, looking like a puppy dog.

"Don't be sorry. I won't text Noah if you don't want me to." Rachel told him, running her hands through his hair, "You've been through a lot with him and with Quinn and me and everyone and I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Finn frowned and avoided eye contact, "I hate that part of me, the jealous part. I don't want to be like that with you."

Rachel grinned, "I don't hate it." She admitted, "I like knowing that you care that much."

Finn's eyes met hers, "Really?"

"Yes." She told him, "I would never do anything to hurt our relationship, including contact your womanizing friend." She laughed, brushing his hair back to reveal his scar. She pulled his head down and kissed the red mark before covering it back up with his hair. "I love every part of you. Even the flawed parts."

Finn nodded, "I trust you. You can text him. I just wish you call him Puck like everyone else." Finn told her, "I don't like you having a special name between you and him."

Rachel scoffed, "No, it's nothing like that. I just hate the name 'Puck'. Makes him sound like a Neanderthal." Rachel laughed and Finn joined in.

"Well he kind of is." Finn noted and Rachel nodded along.

"You have a point." She looked down at his plate of red meat, "Eat up before your poor innocent animal goes to waste by getting cold." She frowned.

Finn kissed her cheek, "We wouldn't want that."