DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ITS CHARACTERS
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Rachel's POV
"Take a deep breath," I hear a voice from behind me say.
I turn around and see Finn in the sexiest outfit possible. He wears a black button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms. On top of that is a grey cardigan. His jeans are dark wash and he wears brown dress shoes that I see match his belt.
I never thought Finn would be fashion savvy. He seemed too… boyish.
It's funny because he just demanded I take a deep breath and I find it impossible to simply breathe around him. This should be a challenge…
I finally manage to inhale and exhale loudly and I offer a small smile.
"Aren't you nervous?" I ask him from where I'm sitting in front of a mirror.
He shrugs, "Not really. Drumming is my thing. And singing is your thing, and you're awesome as hell, so you shouldn't be nervous either. They'll love you."
He sits down on the couch and grabs a beer. I make a face at him in the mirror and he catches it last minute after he twisted the cap off. I watch him snap the cap back on and put it back into the mini fridge.
I smile in satisfaction before continuing to put my makeup on. I try not to notice that he's watching me prepare myself. So I focus heavily on applying my eye shadow perfectly.
"Yo, I can't believe we got our own dressing room!" Sam's voice booms.
"Fuck yes, we deserve it. All them gonna be blown away by our swagger," Puck smirks.
I roll my eyes and stand up, tightening my robe.
"Okay, I am going to ignore your poor grammar, Noah," I glare at him.
"Good, cause I'm sick of those lessons you give me. Lecture, lecture, lecture. When will it end Berry?" He ruffles my hair and I slap his hand.
"All of you get out of here. I need to get dressed."
I walk over to the coat closet and pull out my outfit.
"Oh, you can do that in front of us," Noah smirks.
"Dude, why are you such a pig?" Finn asks and stands up, shoving Sam and Noah out of the door.
I smile and mouth "Thank you" before the door shuts.
Slipping my robe off I grab the black dress I planned on wearing. It has a form fitting bodice that starts to skirt out where my belly button is. It's strapless and has visible layers on the top half. Where the skirt starts it's tulle material and has different layers as well. It ends halfway down my thighs.
Slipping my purple tights on and putting the black heels on I smile into the mirror. I look good with extra height. I sit back down and fix my straightened hair that is perfectly sleek and shiny, ending an inch past my shoulders, the part in the middle and my bangs perfectly straight across.
"You guys can come back in!"
Finn's POV
Opening up the dressing room door I step inside. Noah and Sam are right behind me. I stop in my tracks out of shock once I see what she's wearing…
She looks so hot.
I try not to stare at her body for too long because I'll have to summon the mailman which I hadn't had to use in a LONG time. Not since I was like, a frosh in high school.
I hear Sam whistle from behind me, "Damn, munchkin, you look real good."
I try not to roll my eyes when he uses his new nickname for her.
"Thank you, Sam," She smiles brightly.
"You better cover yourself up a little more or our boy Finn will have a heart attack," Puck jokes and goes to grab a beer, ignoring the look Rachel sends him. I punch his arm and he spits his beer up a little, making me laugh.
"You look beautiful, Rachel," I tell her.
Is it me, or does her smile grow even wider on her face?
"You look really handsome, Finn," She quietly speaks. "You clean up real nice."
"Oh, this isn't me who did this. It was my step brother Kurt," I roll my eyes. "If it were up to me I'd still be wearing my Superman sleep shirt."
She laughs loudly and grabs the cup she has on the table in front of the mirror. It smells like lemon and honey. She gently drinks the contents and I just stare at her because I seriously can't look anywhere else. It's impossible.
"Trip to Ohio, you guys are up in five," A security guy peeks his head through the door.
I take a deep breath and look around at the group. We all stand in a circle and we're all sharing anxious glances.
"You guys ready for this?" Rachel asks.
"HELL YES!" Puck and Sam shout in unison.
Rachel giggles, "Finn?"
"I'm ready if you are."
She nods her head slightly, "Let's go kick some ass!"
"Looks like I'm rubbing off on ya, Berry," Puck states and we all pile out of the room.
Before I know it we're in Central park and I'm sitting behind my drum kit, being thankful that I've got a great view of Rachel's perfect ass from where I am.
"Hey everybody, we're Trip to Ohio!" Rachel shouts into the microphone and we get a round of applause. There are a lot of people out here and it's snowing. My fingers are frozen already. I kind of just want to go up to Rachel and wrap my arms around her own bare arms. She's crazy for not having a jacket.
"One, two, one, two, three, four," I count off and we start jamming.
"So raise your glass,
If you are wrong,
In all the right ways.
All my underdogs,
We will never be, never be,
Anything but loud,
And nitty gritty,
Dirty little freaks."
I'm so lost in the music playing and Rachel's perfect voice through our ten song set. My body instantly warmed up once I started pounding on the drums. The crowd is going nuts too, and they're cheering and shouting but I can't decipher what they're saying exactly because all that I care about is our music playing.
"Thank you everybody!" Rachel yells and turns towards us with a huge grin on her face. I smile and we start to quickly pack our stuff up to get out for the next performances. I watch Rachel quickly, and carefully, roll up all of our chords in record time while I lug the drums and amps off stage to my truck.
"You were awesome," Rachel squeals. "All of you guys were so good!"
"We couldn't have done it without you," I smile and so badly want to lean down and kiss her lips in celebration.
But I can't do that.
Well, not yet.
"Let's go party!"
Rachel's POV
Being a band that played at the musical festival in central park, we get to have free admission to this club Five. Once the four of us squeeze in through the doors we're met with a crowded dance floor. It's all dark except where the bar is, a couple of booths, and where the DJ is.
Girls in skimpy clothing dance around and good looking guys walk around trying to pick them up. It's amazing to see all these beautiful people in one place. I feel out of place here. Sam and Noah quickly leave but Finn hovers by my side.
"You want a drink?" He shouts.
I look over to the bar and nod my head before weaving through the crowd of people. I sit down on a stool and ask for a strawberry margarita while Finn asks for a shot of whatever.
"Hey stud," I hear a girl say. I glance over my shoulder to see a beautiful brunette standing in front of Finn.
I see the smirk on Finn's face and try to ignore the flirting that goes on behind me. Once I get my drink I sip at it daintily, or so I had thought. Merely a minute later it's all gone, and so is Finn for that matter. I reach over and take the shot that was for him and quickly down it, trying to not be so jealous.
Whenever I'm with Finn he's adorable and sweet. I guess I've never seen partying, rock star Finn.
And it was silly for me to think that he doesn't get attention from girls. Or to think he doesn't have sex with each and every one of those girls.
My judgment is already getting cloudy and I get swooped into the crowd of dancing strangers and I'm dancing against people and they're reciprocating the action. Somewhere along the line I down at least three more shots.
Dancing my way over to a booth I shriek excitedly as I fall back onto someone's lap. I squeeze my eyes shut and giggle.
"Sorry!" I apologize.
Finally, my eyes open up and adjust to the dimly lit booth and I see that I'm sitting on some girls lap. She looks slightly familiar…
"Rachel?" His voice asks.
Even as drunk as I am right now I can remember the sound of Finn's voice.
"Finny! There you are!" I squeal and climb off of the girls lap and sit down on his lap, in no control of my actions whatsoever.
"Yeah, Rach, here I am. How much have you had to drink?" He asks me.
I can smell the scent of alcohol on his breath, or maybe that's all me.
I shrug my shoulders.
"Who's the pretty girl?" I ask him and tap the brunette on the nose, giggling and leaning my head back against Finn's chest.
"This is…" Finn starts and trails off.
"Jackass," The girl scoffs and slips out of the booth.
I lift my leg up and toss my hands in the air only for Finn's strong hand to pull my leg back down.
"That was ruuuude," I slur, talking about the girl.
"Nah, it's no big deal, I wasn't interested in her anyways," Finn explains. "Maybe I should get you home?"
"No! Come dance with me, Finny," I jump off his lap and slide out of the booth. Finn hesitates but I grab his hand and he obliges.
Finn's POV
I really have to get out of here. She's grinding up against me in places where I shouldn't be grinded against. I usually never have… early arrival problems. But with Rachel, a simple look into those dark, soulful eyes gets me all excited. It's embarrassing. Am I not a twenty one year old man? Jesus, I feel like I'm fifteen again and I'm fondling a girls chest for the first time.
But she's having so much fun. I know she's drunk and all, but I like how much attention she's giving me.
"I love this song!" She shouts just as Neon Trees 'Animal' starts playing.
I smile and dance with her, something I rarely do. Dancing just isn't my thing. But I'll do anything for Rachel.
I pull out my phone and check the time.
"Rach, let's hurry out to the streets to catch the ball drop!" I yell over the music.
She jumps up and down, clapping her hands together. I grab her wrist gently and slide my hand down until our fingers are laced together. We maneuver through the crowd until we stumble out onto the street.
Rachel starts to make these "brr" noises, which are absolutely adorable. I pull my cardigan off and she slips it on happily. We briskly walk until we get back to Times Square and Rachel jumps up and down.
"I can't see, Finn," She pouts.
I crouch down and smile, "Hop on."
She places her hands on my shoulder and she jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I feel her warm, alcohol scented breath on my neck and it makes me shiver.
"Five, four, three, two," Everyone counts together.
"ONE!"
The ball drops and people cheer and celebrate all around us.
Rachel slides off of me and once she's steadied on the ground I turn to face her. I want nothing more than to kiss her. This would be the second time that feeling rushed through my body in one night.
I lean down and press my lips against her cheek that's flush red from the cold winter night.
"Happy New Year," I say into her ear.
"Happy New Year!" She squeals and stumbles a bit. I catch her and chuckle when I hear her loud laugh.
"Let me get you home."
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There's the next chapter!
Someone had asked about the questions that I've been asking you. They are for fun, but I am using them for my one-shots. I won't be posting the sequel to 'Give It Up' until this fic is done, but I will be giving mini-spoilers along the way.
So here's the first one: Finn and Rachel's first child will be a boy and his name will be Christopher Allen Hudson. (Everyone who supports finchel family wants the boy to be named Christopher in honor of Finn's dad. I also think it's adorable when the oldest sibling looks out for the other siblings. So IF they were to have more children, then Christopher would be very protective, especially if it was a girl).
So here's my new question for you: What would Finn's career be? We already know Rachel is the Broadway star, but what about Finn?
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