A/N: tumblr prompt

"Rachel?" he starts hesitantly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Baby?"

She continues to keep her eye on the TV screen. The only sign of acknowledgement is when one hand primly takes his wrist to drop it away from her shoulder. He holds back a sigh.

"Rach, c'mon. It's been like, four hours. You're starting to freak me out."

He slides himself into the ridiculously tight space between the shoulder of the couch next to where she's sitting, his body pressing into hers as she turns to shoot him a dirty look. He knows he screwed up, and she's really, really pissed. And he can't really blame her either (well, he can, but that will most assuredly not go down well. At all.), because it was kind of his idea, even though, you know, she was totally into it, until… well, until it happened.

But still. The longest she had ever gone without speaking to him was a whole 24 hours, and that was when he got drunk with a few guys from work and missed their dinner date. But this, this is kind of turning into a close second.

He holds his breath as she finally relaxes next to him, making a big show of shuffling uncomfortably before she lets out a loud and dramatic sigh as she leans away from him. The TV is showing a rerun of Friends, and you know Rachel's pissed when even Phoebe can't make her crack a smile. But at least it's a comedy, which is better than a drama, or even worse, Sophie's Choice, which was the last movie she watched when she determinedly ignored him.

Tentatively, Finn reaches out a hand to grab hers. He holds his breath, and when she doesn't snatch hers away, proceeds to gently brush his fingers along her knuckles, quietly playing with the ring on her finger.

"I'm sorry baby," he mumbles as he leans in closer, resting his jaw on her shoulder. She doesn't turn to look at him.

"Is Dave still here?" she asks tersely. He nods, carefully wrapping his free arm around her to pull her in closer. "Did he say anything?"

"He said it's gonna take a few hours, but we'll get a new toilet by the end of the day."

He doesn't mention that Dave the plumber said all this with an obvious smirk on his face and a little 'way to go Buddy' pat on Finn's arm when he turned to leave. 'Cause, you know, he's trying to pacify her here, not get kicked out of the bedroom.

"Good," she answers quietly. She's silent as he continues to soothingly touch her, his fingers moving from her hands up her arms, rubbing gentle circles over her shirt. She turns to him suddenly, and her wide brown eyes startle him as they look angrily into his.

"I told you," she hisses furiously. "I told you it was a bad idea!"

"I know. I'm- ow!"

"I cannot believe that you broke our toilet!"

"Um- well, actually, you were the one-" The glare she gives him is so deadly, he feels it go straight through his body. "You're right baby," he says hastily. "It was all my fault."

"God, this is so embarrassing!"

"Rachel, no-"

"Now Dave knows-"

"He doesn't." He totally does.

"And he's going to think we're just- just complete perverts-"

He's pretty sure Dave's thinking something else.

"Baby no-"

"That is the last time Finn Hudson! No more monkey business in- in places we shouldn't be doing it!"

"But-"

"No! I swear to God Finn-"

"Okay, okay. I promise, okay?" he placates, holding his hands up when she jumps off the couch to glare at him. Her chest is heaving, and her face is blood red, but her shoulders relax even though she's still obviously mad. He shoots her a harmless grin and she deflates.

"Okay," she finally says, "You promise."

"Scout's honor," he swears, opening his arms as she climbs onto his lap. She leans against him as they watch the show together, and even though she's already giggling and he knows he shouldn't push his luck, he can't help himself. He needs to know, okay?

"Baby?" he whispers quietly against her hair.

"Hmm?"

"What about the shower wall? No, no hear me out. I just- you know, for future reference and all that."

"I- I guess the shower is okay."

"The coffee table?"

"That too."

"So that covers all the other tables right? What about the kitchen counter?"

"Well, it was fine the last time-"

"Great. So like, the car?"

"Finn-"

""Cause nothing bad happened the last time and-"

"Finn-"

"And you know, the washing machine-"

"Oh my God Finn!"

"Okay, okay. Sorry. The washing machine's totally acceptable."