Chapter Twenty Six
Finn's back hurt, it really fucking hurt but he couldn't move or else he would wake Rachel up. Every since she discovered having sex on the living room floor she made a point that they do it at least once a week, and with Sam moving into their place soon, Rachel had upped the times because 'we have to take advantage of our alone time'.
Rachel loved the floor because they could try so many more positions and they had a lot more room then the bed would allow. Finn liked it too, he just wish she wouldn't fall asleep right after. Rachel stirred and Finn took the opportunity to squeeze her tightly into his arms and kiss her forehead. Her eyes almost immediately fluttered open, "I fell asleep again." She commented with a yawn.
"You did." Finn grinned down at her, "I'll carry you to bed." He offered and she nodded and moved off of him so she could stand up to pick her up.
"What time is Sam getting here to move stuff in?" Rachel asked, snuggling into his neck as he carried her.
"He said around noon or so." Finn told her as he set her on the bed and covered her with the comforter.
Rachel nodded and snuggled into the blankets, "Okay, then you have to fuck me on the counter before breakfast." Rachel replied as if it was common knowledge and a shy smile crossed Finn's lips.
"What's gotten into you, lover?" Finn asked, sitting next to her on the bed, running his hands through her hair.
Rachel opened her eyes again and pulled the blankets down, "Not you. Not enough." She replied quickly with a giggle, "I just want get all the apartment sex in I can before we're condemned to the bed for however that big lipped blondie decides to invade our house."
Finn leaned down to kiss her before getting up to throw on some shorts, "Okay, Rach. You're the one offered."
"Well, he was going to get kicked out of his place and I didn't want him living with the Quinn and Puck sexathon." Rachel told Finn with a curt nod, "That's just mean."
"I'm sure he won't be here for long." Finn assured, "And then we can go back to kitchen, and living room and balcony sex."
"We've never done it on the balcony." Rachel pointed out and she put herself back in his arms, kissing his neck and collar bone.
"I know, but I want it so bad." Finn pouted.
Rachel giggled, "No. Not outside… in winter." Rachel looked up and winked and Finn got so excited just at the thought.
Rachel had been in LA, and in Finn's arms for one full month. It had been perfect. He loved having her around all the time. He would always come home to her cleaning and singing, or baking and singing, or just singing. Sometimes he'd come home to her in her underwear, ready and waiting and sometimes she'd come home with him. He was so in love with having her around all the time, he could hardly stand it.
She had redecorated the house and started working with a vocal coach to get her voice back up to par with what it was in high school. She hadn't gone on auditions yet because she wanted to go on tour with Finn and the guys in February. Everything had been perfect.
Well, almost everything.
Quinn had moved back and in with Puck and Blaine and of course they got engaged. They went from zero to engaged in a weekend. Rachel and Quinn couldn't stand each other and had to put up with each other on a consistent basis. Quinn also outted Blaine to the whole group after overhearing him talking to Kurt on the phone. Which made Rachel actually lunge at Quinn and Finn and Puck had to hold them back. Sam and Puck accepted the news and it blew over quickly, but Rachel still thought it was unacceptable.
She had screamed at Quinn for something close to an hour about how that was his choice of when and where to do such a thing.
Quinn raised her eyebrow and rolled her eyes the entire time, and then said that women should stick together not attack each other.
That made everything worse. But, Rachel attempted to put up with Quinn and Finn was grateful. She didn't love Quinn, but she loved how Puck was when he was with her, so she forgave it.
Sam wasn't having as hard of a time as everyone assumed he would, he seemed to be moving on fairly quickly, however never dating. That broke Rachel's heart. She wanted him to be happy, find someone like she had found Finn. Finn knew that Rachel hated it, but they couldn't force him. He'd come in his own time.
Rachel was his perfect girl, his everything. But, it drove him insane that his perfect girlfriend would never become his perfect wife. He hated Jesse St. James for fucking that up for him. He hated everything about it.
But, he had to understand. Or at least pretend to understand.
The next morning, Finn shot up like it was Christmas morning. Smelling bacon and eggs and, he sniffed again, was that pancakes. He jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen and saw his sexy girlfriend standing over a pancake, about to flip it. She was wearing her sweats and one of his favorite shirts on her.
"Baby!" Finn grinned and walked behind her kissing her neck. Rachel spinned around quickly and pushed him away and Finn's smiled dropped. "What? I thought we had a plan." Finn waggled his eyebrows at her and she began to speak but was interrupted by the sound of the toilet flushing in the other room.
Finn stepped back and frowned, "He's here early." Finn looked down at the tent in his pants and reached down to tuck himself into the waist band on his boxers before turning around to see someone he'd never met before. "Oh!"
"Finn, this is my friend from Lima. Mercedes Jones." Rachel introduced and Mercedes reached out to shake his hand.
"Oh." Finn said again and looked down and his bare chest, "I guess I'll get decent. I'm sorry Mercedes, I was unaware that you were here or I would have-"
"Don't worry, white boy." Mercedes said with a sniffle and sat on the stool by the counter, "It was a surprise visit."
Finn looked at Rachel and back to Mercedes who had obviously been crying, "I'll leave you two." Finn said suddenly, "I hope everything is okay."
Rachel nodded, "Everything will be fine. Go get showered, breakfast will be waiting." She smiled and watched his backside as he scampered out, muttering a 'nice to meet you' as he left.
"Okay," Rachel started again, "What made you want to leave? Start from the beginning." Rachel urges.
Mercedes sniffles again, "Listen, I love him. I do. He's been so good to me. B-But when you left it got me thinking."
"Oh please don't tell me you left your fiancé because of Finn and I." Rachel groaned with a frown.
"No, not because of you and Finn. Because o-of you and Jesse. Well, and because of Finn." Mercedes pouted. "Listen, Jesse always looked at you in this way that made me think that, that you could do better, you know? But then you got married and you seemed happy so I thought if he and I had the same thing, but… but I just wasn't attracted to him anymore."
Rachel nodded softly while putting together a plate for Mercedes, "I'm sorry, Cedes." She frowned. "You know, but I agree. You deserve more than he could give. But, I guess I thought you really loved him."
"I did." Mercedes stuttered, "I mean, I do, I really do."
"But love isn't always enough." Rachel told her with a sad expression, "Especially if it's not the right love."
"I need passion." Mercedes growled and took a sip of her orange juice. "I'm sorry, Rach. Do you have some vodka I can pour in this?"
Rachel giggled, "Of course. I'll break into Finn's liquor cabinet."
Rachel skipped over to the living room and picked up the blanket Finn and her and been laying on the day before and bawled up to throw it in their room. She opened the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of Skyy and handed it to Mercedes before running to her room to toss the blanket in there.
Finn was there, of course, standing naked as the day he was born holding two pairs of boxer briefs. One pair, just plain red and another with a santa on it. "Rach. We need to do laundry." He tells her, putting the Santa boxers back in the drawer and putting on the red ones. When he turned around to grab his jeans, Rachel saw a green bow on the butt and giggled.
"Finn!" Rachel laughed, "Why do you have Christmas boxers?"
Finn grinned sheepishly, "Hey, I thought they were cool when I saw them at Target last year. Don't make fun, animal sweaters." He walked over to her kissing her lightly and Rachel beamed.
"Sorry we don't get to go through with our morning plans." Rachel frowned.
Finn shook his head, "Don't worry about it, babe." He said as he tossed on his jeans, "We have a big day anyway. We'll have more chances."
Rachel nodded slowly, "Okay. Breakfast is ready when you are." Finn threw on a shirt and pulled her back into his arms.
"Not so fast." He scolded before leaning down to kiss her, "Good morning, baby. I love you."
Rachel beamed and got on her tip toes to reward him with a kiss, "Good morning, sweet boy. I love you!" She whispered and he peppered her face with kisses.
"I'm not a sweet boy, only to you." Finn told her with a serious face and Rachel laughed.
"Oh yes, otherwise you're a hard ass, right?" Rachel chuckled at her man, he very sweet boyfriend, the type of guy who stands up for what's right and good. Also a guy who is standing in front of her, trying to act like he isn't a good guy. It was nothing short of hilarious.
"Right. I'm pretty hardcore." Finn grinned, obviously pleased with himself as Rachel bit her tongue to hold back a giggle.
"Don't say that in public, though." Rachel told him with another kiss before leaving the room. "I love you."
Finn reached down to smack Rachel's backside, "Get back to your friend." He urged and she spun around and blew him a kiss before retreating into the room.
Rachel was shocked when she saw Sam in her living room joking and laughing with Mercedes, how long had she been gone.
"Sam."
"Hey Rachel. I just helped myself to some breakfast." Sam grinned. "I didn't know you had a friend coming in town." He grinned over at Mercedes. "Are you coming to the show tonight?" He asked with a grin and Mercedes eyes widened.
"Y-You're in Four Play?" Mercedes voice went up two octaves.
"Yes ma'am, I am." Sam told her with a big smile and took her drink from her, taking a sip.
Rachel tilted her head, "It's nine in the morning, Sam. Don't drink."
"How come she gets to?" Sam frowned.
"Because she just-"
"On vacation." Mercedes cut Rachel off, "I'm on vaca." She repeated and Sam smiled.
"Well, then I am too." Rachel walked towards them and picked up the drink.
"No you're not." She scolded, handing the drink back to Mercedes, "We have to get you moved in."
Mercedes gasped, "Oh hell, am I going to get in the way?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Cedes." Rachel grinned, "You're fine."
"Yeah, you can hang out and drink and tell me where to put my stuff." Sam nudged her. "But, seriously. Come to the show." Sam looked at his empty plate, "Can I get more?"
Rachel sighed, "Yeah, I'll make more for you and Finn since you ate his portion." Rachel frowned and headed back to the kitchen.
"You ate my food, dude?" Rachel heard Finn say as he came out of the bedroom, "Not cool, bro."
"I thought it was for everyone." Sam shrugged. "I'll help her make it."
Finn shook his head, "No, keep our guest company. I'll help her."
Finn walked towards Rachel and put his arms around her, "Well they seem to be getting along nicely." Finn whispered and Rachel grinned her 100 watt smile.
"I know, right? I don't want to get too excited, but… I think they could really hit it off." Rachel jumped up and down and Finn couldn't help but chuckle.
Finn's stomach growling put a stop to her celebration, "Right. Baby's gotta eat." She laughed.
"You're so good to me."
Later at the show, Mercedes and Rachel were standing up front, "Sam is really cute." Mercedes smiled widely.
Rachel nodded, "He's not too bad, I guess." Rachel nudged her and laughed. Rachel turned suddenly at the tap on her shoulder. "Oh, hey Quinn." She sighed, "You remember Mercedes Jones?"
Mercedes greeted Quinn with a bitchy glare and a raised eyebrow, "Oh, good to see you again. Or something." Quinn greeted.
"What's up, Quinn?" Rachel finally asked.
"I'm just hiding from that big girl." Quinn admitted.
Rachel turned around and grinned, "Zizes!" She called and Quinn slapped her arm for her to shut up. "What? She's a sweetheart."
"She's insane. Not to mention she has tried to beat me up about three times." Quinn scoffed.
Rachel knitted her eyebrows together, "Well, she was really good to me. I can't afford to be rude." Rachel said with a raised eyebrow, pushing past Quinn. Rachel hated being mean, but sometimes she just couldn't help it.
And seeing the damn ring on her finger just pissed Rachel off even more. She didn't want to watch Puck and Quinn get married and Finn make big dough eyes at her the entire time.
She wanted to marry Finn, she really did. But, she just couldn't think about it.
"Hey Lauren." Rachel waved.
"You friends with that bitch?" She spit at Rachel and handed her a shot.
Rachel laughed, "No, well, just through association."
"She's a bitch." Lauren said again.
Rachel nodded and patted her back, "I know she is, but Noah is really happy. Okay?"
Lauren let her guard down, "Really? Like really happy?"
Rachel's face crumbled to empathy, "Listen, she's a good person at heart I think, and he's really in love with her. So, if you really care about him…"
"I know, I know." Lauren's voice faltered, "I just hate that he's with someone like her."
"Trust me, it's not treat for me either." Rachel looked back at Quinn, who was standing stiffly next to Mercedes. "But, he's happy."
"What about you?" Lauren nudged her before taking a shot and scrunching her eyes closed, "Are you happy."
Rachel nodded with excitement and pointed up to Finn drumming his heart out, "Look at that guy, of course I'm happy."
Lauren smiled, "Good on you, Berry! Good on you."
Rachel grinned and watched Finn lick his lips as he started a whole new set and Rachel couldn't help but feel her heart swell with love again. "I love him, you know?"
"You gonna get married like Puckerman and that idiot?"
Rachel shook her head.
"Good, take your time. Maybe one day." Lauren cheered her glass to the shot Rachel still hadn't taken.
Rachel grinned up at her, "Yeah, you know what? You're right. Maybe one day."