IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER
CHAPTER THREE
"You're seriously going through with this? Like, actually?" Santana squeaks, "Can I just how proud of you I am right now?"
Rachel sends her a small smile with a slight look of confusion on her face, "Uh, thanks? I'm a little bit freaked out by how excited you are about this."
Santana waves her hand carelessly, "Oh, whatever!"
The librarian across the room marches over to their table, holding a finger before her lips to tell them to be quiet. "Shh, silence."
The girls frown and ignore the woman and Santana flips her off behind her back as she walks away.
"So, when are doing the deed? Opening the bed sheets? Spreading those glorious legs-"
Rachel pulls a face and stops the other girl from continuing, "Oh, my God, shut the hell up! That's none of your business." She reminds her and slams her book shut.
"Damn right it is! This whole thing was my idea, you wouldn't score Finn's dick if it wasn't for me pushing you towards it!"
She gasps, and stands from her seat as the guy in question enters the room and begins to walk over to her. Santana turns her head to see who Rachel was staring at and she smirks,
"Lover boy coming to get some already?"
Rachel shakes her head and smiles at Finn when he arrives in front of her, "Hey,"
"Hi." He replies.
"Hey. Hi." Santana mimics, using a squeaky and a deep voice to imitate them.
The petite brunette huffs and drags Finn over between two bookshelves.
"Jesus, guys, don't do it here. No one wants to hear that." She calls after them, her voice no way near quiet and the librarian glares at her again like a death threat, "Except me," She adds afterwards, the smirk reappearing on her face.
They're in the middle of two rows of History books and Rachel leans her back against the wooden shelving.
"You OK?"
She looks up at him and bites her lip for a second, "I don't know, she's just pissing me off about this whole thing and it doesn't even concern her!"
He nods, resting a hand beside her head, "OK, I get it." He tells her and leans his head down.
She kind of wants him to kiss because she liked it, but she thinks that it's wrong because it's not part of the deal.
She kind of wants him.
Like, a lot.
"Finn," She starts, her voice almost mute.
"Yeah?" He glances up at her, sweeping a strand of hair behind her ear.
She gulps a sharp breath at the contact, her fingers fidgeting by her sides, "I, uh," She begins, clasping the palms of her hands together with nerves, "I want- I want to do it." She nods once, gazing up into his eyes, "Tonight."
He's quiet for a few seconds, unsure if he just heard her right.
He's not sure of he's ready himself.
He's in love with this girl and she just wants to use him for sex. And he's not sure if he can handle it.
"Are you sure?,"
"Yes. Positive." She sounds pretty sure of herself, she thinks.
It slips out easily, and he almost wishes he could have stopped it.
"OK." He answers back, nodding his head slowly and he takes a breath. "Only if you're ready."
She smiles and licks her lips with anxiety, "I am."
She's pissed off with Santana, but she's her best friend and she has the best dress sense of anyone she knows so she'll let her off for a while.
A little while.
"Fuck me red? Or, Make love to me black?"
She shakes her head, does it really matter?
"Whichever, you choose."
Santana throws the two sets of lacy underwear down on the couch and crosses her arms in front of her chest. "Are you fucking kidding me? You ask me for help and then don't give a fuck when I give you my input?"
"Geez, San, relax. Can you just, like, hurry up?"
"In a hurry there, sweetheart?" She teases, raising an eyebrow.
Rachel smiles, "Not really, I just don't see the point of this. Is it really that important?"
"Honey, of course it's important." She tells her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, "God, you're such a virgin."
"Thanks, that's real sweet."
Santana grins and picks up the small clothing, "So, red or black?"
She contemplates for a second and taps her finger against her chin, "Black."
The other girl pulls a face and throws the red set back down. She looks at the black one, "Make love to me black? Virgin."
Rachel throws a cushion at her, giggling at her friend's comment, "You're such a bitch."
"You're gonna fuck Berry? Man, are you serious?"
Puck sounds surprised and if he's being honest, Finn can't blame him.
"Yeah... so?"
He gaps at him, "What are you, mentally challenged? Do you realize how stupid this is? I mean, don't get me wrong, she's hot and everything and damn, those legs, but seriously... But you're like, in love with her." He states, a look of disbelief on his face.
Finn doesn't reply, he simply opens up another beer and throws the opener down on the side along with the lid in the trash can.
"Dude, are you listening?"
"Of course I'm listening, I'm not deaf." Finn exclaims, and Puck holds up his hands in defense.
"Look, all I'm sayin' is, you sure you're ready for this? And isn't that kind of, like, a bad idea? Santana told me about Rachel's lack of sexual experience," He starts with a small smirk and Finn doesn't know why she feels the need to let everyone in on that fact, "And like, I don't know, you love her and stuff and, yeah, I find it weird. This can only end bad, bro."
He appreciates his friend's comments, but he's respecting Rachel's wishes even if they might not be the best ones.
"Guess we have to find out." He glances at the clock on the wall and checks the time. He's meeting her at her place at ten o'clock and it's already a quarter to the hour, "I've got to go. See 'ya later."
Puck shakes his head as Finn leaves, waving his beer behind him, "Good luck."