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Chapter Eleven: Lust, Lies, and Language

He was so nervous that he thought he was going to puke.

He'd been practicing his French with Kurt for days; actual days. Days that could have been spent spending time with Rachel were spent practicing for Rachel, and he still had a sinking feeling in his gut that he was going to mess this up and make an ass out of himself. He clutched the list of expressions in his fist as some kind of a cheat sheet while he stood outside of her bedroom door like an idiot. His family was already downstairs eating breakfast and he wanted to surprise her, but now he was starting to reconsider his plan.

It was Saturday, only one week away from Regionals and the half-way mark of her stay in America. The past three weeks had felt like some surreal dream that he never wanted to wake up from, and he was looking forward to making the next five weeks the best weeks of their lives.

Because after that, she would be gone. He only had once chance and couldn't afford to mess it up.

But he didn't want to focus on that now, now that he finally felt comfortable enough with the meager French that Kurt had taught him to attempt this ridiculous stunt. Kurt had told him multiple times over the past few days that Finn sounded like he had marbles in his mouth and was basically unintelligible, and he just couldn't get a hang of the differences between spelling and pronunciation. He only hoped that she could understand him, even if he didn't even understand himself.

His heart was pounding louder than a bass drum as he raised his fist to knock on her door, and before he could prepare himself for the inevitable it had swung open, revealing Rachel in her creamy pink pajama set. It was lacy and light and hung off of her lithe frame as she looked up at him, shocked but pleasantly surprised.

He had to swallow the lump in his throat as she grinned, greeting him with a bright "Hello" as his surprise plans flew right out of the window. He was grasping his cheat sheet so tightly he thought it might rip between his fingers.

Instead of aborting the mission altogether, a soft, shy, "Bonjour" fell from his lips and he hoped she wouldn't laugh at him too much.

Instead, she stared at him with a funny expression of confusion on her face as they held eye contact for a moment. She wasn't laughing at him yet, so he tried again.

"Ca va?" He said, asking how she was. Now she really looked confused.

"Am I still sleeping?" She asked out loud. "Am I speaking English or French right now?"

Finally, the tension that racked his body started to dissipate and a soft laugh escaped his lips at her adorable confusion. "You're speaking English right now, and no, you're not sleeping." He reached forward and cupped her face in his palm. "It's une surprise."

Now her shy smile was a full on grin as she beamed at him. "You're speaking French?"

"I'm butchering French is more like it," he said with a shrug. "You've been working so hard trying to perfect your English and I thought I might try something to make communication a bit easier for you." He looked away from her, embarrassed at his lame attempts to learn her language. "Kurt taught me a few words. It's basically nothing."

"Mais non!" She insisted, grabbing his hand in hers with a tight squeeze. "It is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me!" Her eyes were shining with the sheen of tears as her voice grew thick with emotion. "Merci, Finn." Her bottom lip was quivering precariously and he leaned down slowly to kiss her, trapping her lips against hers and swallowing her sighs of happiness. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she crushed herself against his body in a tight hug as he slipped his cheat sheet in his back pocket.

"De rien, Rachel." He said, trying desperately not to mess up.

Mission Accomplished.

"So what other words do you know?" She asked with a light tease to her voice as they laid together on Finn's bed. His parents were gone for the afternoon and Kurt had Blaine in his room, so Finn didn't feel too bad about breaking the house rules on this very reckless Saturday.

He tensed as he played idly with the hair that was splayed out over his chest. Her head was resting on his midriff and her arms were wrapped around his waist tightly as she used him as a human pillow. Finn didn't really seem to mind. "Not many. Kurt tried to teach me some words but he says I'm basically hopeless. I can barely speak English correctly, let alone French."

"Feen!" She scolded lightly, her accent thick. "How many times do I tell you? You must work for the things you want!" She sat up, looking down at him as she poked him in the chest. "Look at me! I am here three weeks, almost a month, and my English is much better but I still make the mistakes."

"Well there's no way that I can learn the entire French language in four weeks, Rachel," he teased, sitting up with her and pulling her back into his embrace. "But I can say that you're beautiful." He pulled her bangs to the side, away from her eyes as he looked down at her. "Tu es belle,"he cooed, trying his best to remember the pronunciation.

She shook her head, her eyes filled with wonder as they laid back down again. Their limbs were tangled together as they held onto one another. "American boys are too sweet."

He closed his eyes, reveling in their laziness and blatant dismissal of the rules. He wished that moments like this would last forever; where they didn't have to worry about the fact that in a little more than a month their secret tryst would be over. Rachel would be on another continent, ready to begin her life, and where would that leave Finn? Lonely and miserable, just like he was before Rachel had arrived in his life. Unconsciously, his grip on her tightened as the day stretched into the afternoon.

"Speak to me in French," he whispered to her, both of their eyes closed as they held onto one another.

"But you can't understand me," she argued, curling her fingers into his clothes.

"I don't care," he said simply. She giggled next to him and began to speak, her voice low, her accent wrapping around him like a caress.

"C'est comme une rêve, et je ne veux jamais me réveiller. . ."

"What are you saying?" He asked her softly.

"I am saying that being with you is like a dream," she said, and he finally opened his eyes to look down on her peaceful face. "And I never want to wake up."

Her wistful tone made his heart clench painfully in his chest. The words "I love you" were resting on his lips, just aching to be said but he was scared. They both knew that their relationship had an inevitable end, should he even bother telling her how he felt? Would it change anything between them or would it only cause more heartbreak?

"Me neither," he whispered, choking on his confession and pushing the idea out of his head. It was bad enough that their feelings were already so strong; the deadline of her departure was hanging over their heads like the blade of a guillotine. They had to take advantage of the time they had together, in every way possible.

He pulled her body up until their faces were at eye level, and she rested on his chest as he pulled her face down to meet his, crushing their lips together with all of the passion he could muster. His hands reached for her dress, powder blue with polka dots and ribbons around the collar, and unzipped it, letting the soft material fall off of her frame. She reached for his shirt and he pulled it off, her fingernails trailing down his chest and resting on the lip of his jeans. With a sexy smirk, she unzipped his pants as his body grew hard with need.

She shimmied out of her dress and tossed it casually onto the floor, hovering over him in nothing but a bra and panties as his breathing became shallow. Her eyes were shining with enthusiasm as she leaned over and kissed him again, her teeth nibbling his bottom lip before their lips parted and she plunged her tongue into his mouth. Her kisses were sweet and her body blazed on top of his.

He groaned loudly as she grinded her hips into his, making stars flash behind his eyes as the friction became almost unbearable. Her pupils were dilated as she stared down at him, trapping him in her sultry gaze as her hands reached lower and lower.

He looked up at her with stars in his eyes as she shimmied lower on his body, her hands on his hips as she pulled his jeans down. Freeing his erection, his body ached for her as she held onto his length and pumped her hand, his body tensing under the torturous pleasure.

"Rachel," he groaned huskily as she pumped his cock in her hands. She grinned at him as she leaned lower, stroking him once more before she lowered her lips onto the tip. He hissed in a sharp breath as her warm mouth covered him, her lips gliding over the taut skin as the sensations became overwhelming. Dragging her tongue along the length he saw stars flashing in his vision before he suddenly came, his body arching off the bed with a loud grunt as he came undone beneath her. She released him and sat up with a cherubic smile on her features as she waited for him to calm down.

The urge to confess his feelings was becoming unbearable to Finn as he came down from the dizzying heights. It didn't matter what language he said it in, he wanted to tell her how she made him feel; how she had the power to shatter him into a million pieces with her touch and put him back together again with her smile.

But he didn't say anything. The words lay dormant on his tongue. He gasped for breath and tried to regain control of his body as he sat up and reached for her. Kissing her deeply, there was a bitter taste on his tongue but neither of them really cared as swell after swell of emotion crashed over them.

He flipped their bodies over, so she was the one laying down as he towered over her. For an instant, he marveled at how tiny she really was in comparison to him. It felt like she could break underneath him as he shifted his weight and made them both comfortable. He reached his hand down between her legs and rubbed the fabric of her panties as she cooed in his arms. Her eyes were glazed over with passion as she stared up at him with her lips parted, and he hooked his thumbs around the elastic of her undergarments and removed them as she unhooked her bra.

Laying naked beneath him, she rubbed her legs together in anticipation as he soaked in the view in front of him. They were both completely nude and incredibly vulnerable, but Finn had never trusted anyone more as their bodies lay exposed. He pulled her knees apart and nestled his body between them as her eyes widened in shock.

"We. . ." she hesitated. "Make the sex now?" She asked with wide eyes as his heart began to pound. Were they really ready for this? Could he even go through with it if they were?

"I think we should wait," he whispered, his voice husky. The disappointment was clear on her face as he looked down at her. "But I still want to make you feel good." He explained. "Can I?"

"Oui," she urged as she lifted her hips and arched her back against him as he slid down her body, peppering kisses onto her creamy olive skin. When he reached her legs he trailed his lips along her thighs, bringing his mouth closer and closer to the slick, wet heat below him. Her fingers were twisted into his hair as he licked her slit, his tongue tasting her for the first time as she hissed in pleasure. His hands caressed the skin on her legs as he teased her with his tongue. Her sighs of pleasure filled the room with a cacophony of bliss as he slowly tortured her, bringing his fingers up to brush against the sensitive nerves of her clit as he plunged his tongue deeper into her core.

"Ah, je viens!" She screamed, coming undone as her body arched off of the bed. He held onto her hips, keeping her still as he finished his relentless assault with his tongue, lapping up the essence that was purely Rachel as she filled up every single one of his senses.

Her breathing was heavy as she calmed down, and Finn felt satisfied as he slid his body up next to hers, joining her on the bed as they laid down once more. A certain kind of peace enveloped the two teenagers in the kind of ignorant bliss that they wished could last forever. Finn held onto Rachel tightly as their naked bodies still prickled with pleasure.

He kissed her hair softly, gently, as their hearts regained their natural steady rhythm after a few minutes of silence. "Rachel?" He asked.

"Oui?"

"What does 'je viens' mean?" He asked, trailing his fingertips along the curve of her waist. She shook her head quickly and buried it into his chest, embarrassed as she mumbled the translation. "What was that? I couldn't hear you."

"It means 'I'm coming,'" she admitted with a light blush staining her cheeks. He grinned to himself wolfishly as his ego practically doubled in size.

"I thought so," he said smugly to himself. "Are you mad at me?" He asked suddenly, the look of disappointment on her face etched into his memory.

"For what?" She asked, genuinely curious.

"That we didn't 'make the sex,'" he admitted.

"Non," she said, her hold on him tightening. "Because I am not ready yet."

He exhaled a breath that he didn't even know he was holding. "Okay, good." He paused and looked down at her. "I wasn't ready either."

"It must be special," she said suddenly, looking up at him with something akin to desperation in her eyes. "Parfait. We cannot get caught."

"I know, I want it to be special too." He said, getting lost in thought. "Maybe I can get us a hotel room. Like at the Marriot or something?"

She nodded her head, smiling brightly as they cuddled close together. "Genial."

All of a sudden, a loud bang could be heard from somewhere in the house and adrenaline shot instantly through Finn's body like a bullet. Were his parents home already? Panicking, Rachel launched herself off of the bed and ran for her clothes while Finn somehow wound up tangled in his sheets. Falling off of his bed unceremoniously, Rachel was cursing in French as she tried to zip up her dress.

"Feen! Feen! Dépêche-toi! Merde alors!" She rushed, getting so flustered that French was the only language she could speak. She tossed his boxers at him and they landed on his head as he tried to pick himself off of the floor and untangle his long limbs from the sheets.

"Rachel, you're not helping! Ack!" He tripped over his feet as he tried to put his boxers on and Rachel practically ran out of the bedroom, half dressed and hair completely askew. He followed her like an idiot, even though he was still practically naked, throwing his t-shirt on and running right into Kurt in the hallway.

"Watch where you're going, you oaf!" Kurt yelled as he rubbed the spot on his shoulder where Finn had careened into him. Finn pulled the shirt over his head and stared at Kurt who had never looked so disheveled. Rachel's door slammed closed as Finn heard his parents talking downstairs. "I have a crisis on my hands!"

"Well, I do too!" Finn hissed at his brother. "Rachel and I were kind of in the middle of something."

"Well, what do you think Blaine and I were doing?" He whispered furiously. "Knitting?" Kurt's vest was unbuttoned as he hastily tucked his shirt into his open pants. "He's in my room. He's not supposed to be here when Carole and Dad aren't home."

Shit. Both he and his brother were breaking the rules and were probably about to get caught. There was something that Finn wanted to say, however. . .

"What happened to respecting Burt's rules?" Finn teased liberally. Payback was awesome. "I thought I was supposed to be the bad son." Kurt narrowed his eyes at his brother as he glared at Finn.

"Just help me figure out a way not to get my boyfriend castrated. I happen to really like his man parts and I need them for future endeavors."

"Why do I have to help?" He whined, his girlfriend resting safely in her own room.

"Because I'm helping you keep your relationship with Rachel a secret! You could show me some brotherly love and support!" Groaning audibly, he knew that Kurt was right as his conscience was pushing him to do the right thing.

Desperate for a plan, he told Kurt to get Blaine and bring him into his bedroom. Kurt quickly pulled his half-dressed boyfriend into his brother's room, a bow-tie hanging loosely from his neck as his suspender straps dangled at his side. Blaine shot Finn a goofy grin before Finn went to get Rachel, who had probably locked herself away in fear of Burt's wrath.

He knocked on her door tentatively and it took a few seconds to answer. When she spotted Finn she squeaked and slammed the door.

"Rachel, you need to come into my room right now or else Kurt and Blaine are fucked." He whispered it as urgently as possible to convey the severity of the situation. Her door cracked open a bit as Burt called out to his sons from downstairs.

"Fucked?" She repeated innocently.

"Oui," he urged her in French. "Dépêche-toi!" He pulled her clear out of the bedroom, dragging her down the hall and practically pushing her into his own room as Burt walked up the stairs. He leveled Finn with a single look as he faced-off against his step-father.

"Finn," Burt said evenly.

"Yes, Burt?" He replied, trying his best to remain casual and not-at-all nervous.

"Where is my son?" He asked calmly, narrowing his eyes. "And where is Rachel?"

"Um," he said, rubbing the back of his neck and trying to distract Burt so he could buy the boys some time to dress themselves. "You know, Regionals is coming up really soon. . ."

"I'm waiting for the part where you tell me where my son is. . ."

"And we all thought that a weekend practice might be good for the team. You know, since we only have a week left until the competition."

"So they're practicing with the glee club?"

"Um, yeah."

"So why aren't you there with them?"

"Well, because, the practice is here!" He lied through his teeth, opening his bedroom door to reveal Kurt, Blaine and Rachel all sitting on his bed. They smiled nervously and Finn noticed that Blaine's bowtie was still undone as Kurt checked his hair in the mirror.

"Dad! You're home early!" Kurt said brightly, trying to mask his nervousness. Burt nodded his head as he looked around the room.

"Yeah, Carole said the antiques weren't antique-y enough so we left." He looked around the room with a frown. "Where are the other members of the club?"

Rachel looked at Finn with panic in her eyes as he tried to cover their ridiculous lie. "Well, we're the soloists," blurted out Finn before he could even process what was being said. "We have the solos in one of the songs and we all needed to work on our harmonies together."

Burt looked pleased. "Kurt, you didn't tell me that you got a solo for Regionals." He approached his son with a grin and clapped him on the shoulder. "And you get to sing with Blaine, too? Pretty cool, Bud."

"Yeah," Kurt said flatly. "Awesome."

It actually wasn't awesome. Auditions for the solos had been this past week and while Finn and Rachel were singing the leads in one of their pieces, it was actually Santana who had secured the other solo for Regionals. Kurt and Blaine hadn't even come close and Santana was dead set on having her share of the spotlight during competitions. If Burt realized that they were lying to them, then they were all in serious trouble.

"Well I think this calls for a celebration!" Burt said brightly as Finn's heart started to beat at it's normal pace again. "Breadsticks tonight, for the six of us. It'll be my treat for our little band of soloists." Feeing like complete and utter dirt for lying directly to his step-father, Finn's heart sunk in his chest as he made his way back downstairs. Burt had one more thing to say, though. "I can't wait to see you all up on that stage together next week. This is going to be great!"

Finn, Kurt and Blaine all were staring at one another with horror in their eyes as Burt's comment registered, and Rachel looked between them all, confused as they were left alone upstairs.

"Qu'est-ce que c'est?" She asked, panicking and switching back to her native tongue. "Il y a une problème?"

"Yeah, Rachel, a huge problem," he responded to her softly as his heart sunk in his chest. "Either Santana Lopez is going to kill us or we're going to find out if Burt actually owns that shotgun."

Merci mille fois, mes amis!

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