Everyone who faved, alerted, & reviewed: I love you. Thank you so much for all the support I really didn't expect it, I kindof had a creative gust of wind yesterday and this is where its taken me. So anyway, suggestions for after this chapter are greatly appreciated and may or may not make it a sooner update because quite frankly I don't have a direction from here... except finchel finchel finchel, i mean I can take some angst but I love them too much so we'll see.

They pulled up to Santana's house and Rachel was feeling better, in fact she'd been kissing his neck and nibbling on his ear the rest of the drive over. He unbuckled and pulled her to him, their lips meeting, parting, and tongues barely chasing each other when they heard a loud thud. The windshield of his truck was soaked and the remnants of a neon green balloon were sliding down the glass. Puck rounded on them, taking advantage of the open window and soaked them with another water balloon.

"Dude!" Finn jumped out of the truck, he was laughing though. The water felt good in the heat, and plus Rachel would have to take her dress off sooner cause it got wet. He helped her out of the car, she was mumbling something about water balloons being immature and sure enough Puck hit her with another one.

"What was that Berry?" Puck snickered.

"Nothing," she scoffed and turned to Finn, "I'm gonna go inside to change. I'll be out back in a few."

He nodded and watched her walk away, the dress was white. He didn't have to look at Puck to know he had to tell him to stop staring. When she went in the house he turned to his best friend.

"Damn." Puck breathed.

"Yeah, she's like a sneaky hot that you don't notice till you really look. But, you're not allowed to look so cut the shit." Finn snagged him in the arm, unable to wipe the smirk off his own face. "So, where is everyone?"

"They're all out back. Wanna go get some of the girls?" He offered a balloon which Finn gladly took and they ran to the back of the house. Puck pointed to the bin full of balloons and Finn nodded. He saw Quinn laying in a pool chair but decided it was probably not time for him to get her angry with him again, he'd leave that one to Puck. A balloon collided with her blonde hair and she screeched, Puck was on top of his game. Finn hit Santana and ran to the bin to get more ammo.

It turned into a brawl, but by the time Rachel came out it was pretty much over. She eyed a balloon unbroken on the deck and saw Puck with his back turned to her bragging about how no one hit him. She slammed him straight in the back of the head, soaking him, and everyone turned to look at her. She just smiled and waved at Puck and everyone else burst out laughing. Puck charged at her and chased her around the backyard until he finally caught her, Finn made a mental note that she runs a lot faster than you'd think. Puck snatched her up and carried her over to the pool.

"Noah, no!" She screamed and squirmed to get out of his grip, "Finn!" She pleaded, but he was on the other side of the yard.

Then she collided with the water. Finn couldn't help but laugh at her. She came up sputtering, and yelling about Puck dying a slow death. She fixed her hair but as soon as she was done Puck cannon balled right next to her, drenching her again. She screamed, and Finn jumped into the water. We was wading his way towards her when he saw Puck stand up behind her his hands outstretched to grab the strings of her top. Finn lunged at her just as Puck caught the strings, he managed to pull her against him just before the fabric fell.

"Dude! Seriously?" Finn yelled, splashing Puck with the hand that wasn't holding Rachel against him, you know, the bare-chested Rachel.

"Nice save, Finn!" Mike yelled from the side of the pool.

Lauren started screaming at Puck telling him he'd gone too far. Rachel was clinging to Finn for dear life and he was totally holding her there tightly with one arm. She was like pressed against him. Quinn called to him and threw a towel his way; he caught it and nodded thanks. Rachel was sniffling and he kissed the top of her head.

"It's okay baby, no one saw anything." He whispered to her as he walked them backwards to the edge of the pool. When her back reached the lining he used the towel as a screen and let her tie the top back in place. She looked up at him, her eyes big and brown, and asked him to check and make sure it was in place. He smiled, she trusted him. He peeked around the towel and she was perfectly clothed (well not perfectly to him she'd be naked in that case, but hey he'd take half naked any day).

"Can we go inside? I want to put my dress back on." She looked all sad.

"No" he told her simply.

"What? What do you mean no?"

"Oh, sorry I should have been clearer. No we can't go inside because I'm not letting you put that dress back on." She glared at him, "Rach, don't let that ruin things for you. He just wants to see you naked, and I mean… can you blame him?" His crooked grin was melting her down.

She tried really hard not to smile but in the end she smiled anyway. She looked like she wasn't thinking about all their friends being around them so he went in to kiss her. She didn't stop him, instead she kissed him back. They kissed until Kurt yelled at them that he was going to throw up, Blaine wacked him for that. They got out of the pool and joined their friends, everyone pretending that Rachel wasn't thoroughly embarrassed for no reason. Finn was happy they were being nice to her.

When it started to get late Santana started a bon fire. Finn really wanted some toasted marshmallows but Rachel kept pulling on his hand so he figured it was time to go. They said goodbye to their friends and made plans to go to the drive-in the next week. Rachel cuddled up next to him in the truck and she fell asleep on the drive home. He gently woke her when they pulled up to her house.

"I had a lot of fun today Rach, thanks for coming with me." He smiled at her tracing her cheek with his thumb.

"Do you want to come in? My dads won't be home till tomorrow morning, they left at seven to go to my aunts and their staying with her."

He smiled, she was embarrassed asking him to come in, or maybe she was worried he'd say no. Like that would ever happen. "Of course, I'll come in."

He followed her into the house and up to her room where he plopped down on her bed next to her. He kicked off his shoes and pulled her close to him smelling her hair. He was drifting off to sleep when she kissed him. He was tired, but he kissed her back and just let his senses take over. He pulled her closer to him, their legs intertwining, his hands roaming her back. She was kissing his neck, and raking her fingers through his hair. He had her dress pulled up to her waist so he could feel her skin.

"Can I?" He asked both hands on the hem of her dress.

She nodded and sat up letting him move the dress over her head and onto the floor beside them. He was staring at her again, just looking at her, appreciating her. He watched a shaky hand reach behind her and grasp at the strings holding up her top.

"Rach?" He was a little shocked.

She stopped moving and looked at him, a glint in her eye, "I was serious when I said maybe later before. I want you to; I mean… if you want to."

He nodded and grinned, "Let me." Her hands dropped as he reached behind her to expel the fabric from her body. She sucked in a breath as he surveyed her body. He gently laid her on the bed and whispered into her ear, "God you're so beautiful. I'm so lucky to have such an incredibly gorgeous girlfriend." She smiled nervously up at him.

"Finn… do you want to…"

"Yeah," he smiled, "I want to." He let his hands slide up her body until they reached the swell of her breasts. She sucked in a shaky breath as he lightly feathered around them with his fingertips. He kissed her and let his thumb slide across her nipple. She moaned into his mouth and he continued to tease her. She tossed her head back, giving him access to her beautiful neck which he eagerly took advantage of. He definitely left marks, but she didn't stop him and he just couldn't believe she was letting him do all this. Not only letting him, she like asked him to… she wanted him too.

He knew she had to feel his arousal through his shorts, 'cause he was like on top of her, but when her sexy little hand cupped him (through the shorts, but still) he thought he was definitely in a dream. She was purring his name, like seriously, when did Rachel Berry become a sexy little minx? He was going to need like fifty cold showers this week just to get the image of her boobs out of his brain, let alone how they feel, and how she was feeling him.

He started to kiss his way down her collar bone, figuring she'd probably stop him, but why not try right? Only, she didn't stop him. What on earth was happening, was she like drugged? Because she was definitely arching her chest up a little bit, holy crap, she like wanted him to. He swirled his tongue around the pebbled nub and the sexiest sound he'd ever heard escaped her lips. He played with it in his mouth, lightly nibbling and sucking, enjoying the way she was moaning his name. This kind of totally rocked, like more-so then watching her slam Puckerman in the back of the head with a water balloon.

When his hand drifted south to her bottoms she didn't reprimand him or yell, like Quinn would have, she just gently moved her hand to grip his wrist and bring it to the small of her back. He knew she probably wouldn't have let that one go, but it was worth a try, and she totally put her hand back over his shorts after so he didn't care. She was all sorts of amazing and he only had two more hours to be alone with her before he had to be home for curfew, so he focused on making her stutter on his name over and over again.

I love you all & you're all amazinggggggggg. Also I'm looking for good finchel stories to read so if you have suggestions (even if you feel like you're promoting yourself) I WANT THEMMMM. thanks & reviews and suggestions as always are love3