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"I can't believe we're doing this," he breathes into her ear, noticing the goosebumps that break out over her skin from his proximity.
"Me either," she murmurs, looking over her shoulder at him. "And with all these people around?"
"I know. It's not exactly how I wanted this to go either," he says. "But there's not much we could do, right?"
"There really weren't that many options," Rachel agrees. "It's just kind of..."
"Awkward," he supplies, and she nods a small smile on her face.
"But I guess at least we get the satisfaction of being together when we do this," she says. "You don't regret this right?"
"What are you talking about," he asks. "I thought I made it clear that anything you want to do I'll go along with."
"Even this," she asks doubtfully. "It's not going to hurt your reputation?"
He smiles at her as he slides his arm around her waist. "I don't care about that at all, right now. I'm here with you." He kisses her softly. "And that's good enough for me."
"I just- want you to be sure. I totally understand if you don't want to go through with this and there will be no hurt feelings," she tells him. She laughs nervously, "well maybe a little bit but I'm a big girl and I'll get over it."
"First of all, you saying you're a big girl is hilarious because you're all tiny and cute. I feel like a giant next to you," he says. "Second of all, don't worry Rach. I'm totally in this with you."
Her eyes soften as she smiles at him. "You're something else, Finn Hudson. Do you know that?"
"It's a good something right," he jokes, smiling when she wraps her arms around his waist.
"Of course."
He leans down to kiss her just as she's going up on her tip toes to reach his lips. Finn smiles into the kiss, never realizing how good it could feel to be connected with someone the way he and Rachel are.
Yes, it sounds crazy to say that. But why deny the truth? He and Rachel just...get each other. He's never felt this way before. Somehow he just knows she never has either.
He traces his tongue along her lip and she allows him access to deepen the kiss. He brings her body closer so that its flush against his own. One of his hands moves to cup her ass, but she grabs his hand and stops it.
"Oh no, Hudson. There's no time for that," she warns. "We have a job to do."
He groans, and kisses her one last time before he loosens his grip on her. "Fine, fine. Resisting you is just so hard though."
"Oh, I know it's hard," she teases, eyeing his business. "Believe me, I'm ready to get out of here with you."
He smirks at her, intrigued, "yeah? What do you say we go then?" He bends down, putting his lips to her ear, "I'd really like to know how ready you are, Rach."
"Would you now," she breathes, a smirk playing on her lips. "You really want to know? Because I can tell you."
"I'd rather see for myself," he replies cheekily. "Or better yet I'd like to feel you."
He kisses just below her ear and she moans lightly. "Finn, baby, I'm sooo- hey Kurt!" She exclaims suddenly, pulling away from Finn and leaving him kissing the air. "How's Blaine feeling? Is he okay?"
Kurt, his hair disheveled, and part of his shirt ripped a little, grunts as he walks out of the bathroom. "Remind me to never leave him alone with the Jell-O shots ever again."
"You look awful man," Finn says and Rachel slaps his arm lightly. "What? He does!"
"I'd like to see how you turn out after you have to fight your partner to get in the shower after he's spilled punch all over his shirt and puked," Kurt snaps, brushing himself off. "He's never gotten this bad before. I don't know why he decided to go overboard tonight."
"It's a fucking awesome party that's why," Finn shrugs, smiling smugly at the success this party has been. It's well into the night by now, the sun has gone down, people are in the pool, and everyone is thoroughly enjoying themselves. "Another party that's going to go down in history."
"Thanks to me," Kurt points out. "I told you the tiki torches and the grass skirts around the tables would go great with the statues and the water features of the pool."
"The waterfall lights on the pool are spectacular, Kurt," Rachel compliments. "You have a real talent for party decorating!"
"Well, I do have an eye for color coordination and product placement," he beams but then frowns when the sound of vomiting can be heard from behind the door.
"He does not sound good at all dude," Finn worries. "We need to get him home."
"I know," Kurt says. "My car is brand new though Finn. You know dad just bought it for me for my birthday."
"So? What's that have to do with anything," he asks.
"Well, yours...isn't new," Kurt adds, biting his lip hopefully.
Finn's eyes grow wide when he realizes what Kurt's thinking and he immediately shakes his head, frowning. "No way dude! Not happening!"
"Oh please Finn," Kurt pleads, throwing in his puppy eyes for good measure. "Please, please, please! I'll never ask you for anything ever again!"
"He's your boyfriend, Kurt," Finn argues. "You're the one who should have stopped him from drinking too much until he couldn't see straight. There's no way I'm letting him throw up in my car just because you couldn't be responsible. We'll drive him in yours."
"We can't," Kurt cries. "You know, dad and Carole like to use my car whenever they can and if they see a vomit stain on the seats or flooring they'll start asking questions! Questions about what happened and why it happened, and you know when Carole wants answers, she doesn't stop asking until you cave in."
"But- but- aha! My car's a stick shift. You can't drive stick shift and I'm supposed to manage him in the back after I carry him out," Finn points out. "So, ha! There's no way we can take my car, Kurt. Sorry."
Kurt's face falls at this news, and Rachel puts her hand on his shoulder comfortingly. "It's okay, Kurt. Finn can drive since it's his car."
Bewildered, Finn exclaims, "What?!"
"Come on, Finn, it's the least you can do for your brother after he helped put together this party," Rachel says. "Kurt can stay here and you and I can go take Blaine home. I'm sure between the two of us we can manage him."
"You're sure Rachel?" Kurt asks, doubtfully. "Blaine can be a handful when he's intoxicated."
"I'm positive. I manage to help out with my older cousins all the time when they drink a little too much at the Berry family dinner parties," she reassures. "Finn will drive, I'll take care of Blaine in the back, and you can stay here. Somebody's got to manage the party."
"Puck can do it," Finn suggests, not keen on letting his brother abandon them with the responsibility of his boyfriend. "He knows how to manage a crowd. He does it all the time at the other parties."
"And most of those end with the cops being called," Kurt deadpans. "We really don't need the neighbors filing a complaint."
Finn rolls his eyes and sighs annoyed. "I just don't see how this is this fair. Rachel and I have to leave the party to take care of your boyfriend when you get to stay here? Most of the people here aren't even your friends."
"And they're your friends, Finn?" Kurt scoffs. "Please. Half of them just showed up for the booze and the other half showed up to see if they could catch up on any of the latest drama between you and Quinn, and claim they were here to witness it when something inevitably goes down between you two."
"Well, I guess most of them got their wish by now then," Finn shrugs, laughing humorlessly. "There's enough alcohol here for everyone to get wasted. Quinn and I already had it out, and so did Brody and I. I'm sure that's enough drama for anyone to talk about for awhile."
"Whose Brody?" Rachel asks, noticing the way Kurt's expression softens at Finn's words.
"Finn, I'm sorry," Kurt offers. "I didn't know."
"It's okay," he replies to his brother. "You're probably right anyway. Puck was getting blasted earlier and I'm sure by now he's off trying to hook up with one of the Cheerios. You're in charge, dude."
"Only until you get back," Kurt points out. He gestures over his shoulder to the bathroom. "I'm going to make sure he's not asleep in the tub and clean him up a bit more for the drive home. Give me ten minutes and he'll be ready."
Finn nods, "sounds like a plan."
Once Kurt closes the bathroom door again, his attention is brought back to Rachel, who looks concerned. She places her hand on his arm in comfort.
"Is it something you want to talk about?"
He grimaces, not really wanting to divulge about his past, but feeling like he should anyway. "Brody is just the douche who Quinn cheated on me with. He's the reason we're over and he likes to rub it in my face. Tells me I'm not man enough to take care of my girl."
She leans her head on his arm, saying pitifully, "Oh Finn."
"I'm over it, honestly," Finn shrugs. "Quinn and I were having problems anyway and we weren't going to last."
"You got into a fight with him earlier though," she asks. "Over Quinn?"
"It wasn't over Quinn," he reassures her. "It was actually over you."
"Me? Why?" Rachel's eyes widen in astonishment. "I don't even know who Brody is!"
"Well, he said he'd make sure you knew who he was by the end of the night," Finn comments bitterly. "He said he'd easily take you away from me and that-"
Rachel cuts him off with a hard kiss on his mouth and when she pulls back she's frowning.
"Excuse my language, but I don't know who that asshole thinks he is," she declares. "Because there is no way in hell that I am giving you up for anybody else."
Finn gives her a heart stopping half smile and his eyes bore into her own, "you mean that?"
"I'm as stubborn as they come when it comes to making up my mind, Finn," Rachel insists. "And I've made up my mind that I want you."
"Me too," he agrees, easily slipping his fingers through her hair and cradling her head as he kisses her again.
She bites her lip when she pulls back and a small smile graces her features. She murmurs, "I know you weren't happy with my suggestion that Kurt should stay here and we should take Blaine, but I figured it would give us a window to sneak out of here without much questioning."
"Do you mean...?"
"That we're going to stop at my house on the way back and have our own little party? You bet," she winks.
He groans and eyes the bathroom door. "Kurt needs to fucking hurry up then."
"He sure does," Rachel agrees with a laugh. "Look, we probably have a few more minutes before we have to go. You and Kurt can handle getting Blaine to the car, right? I need to find Mercedes and Tina, and let them know I'm going with you for a while. Tina drove me here and she'll be worried sick if she can't find me at the end of the night."
"It'll probably be me handling Blaine by myself, but, yeah, Kurt and I will handle it," Finn says. "Go find your friends. I'll find you after I put him in the car."
"Sounds perfect," she responds, kissing him quickly before she hurries off to find Tina.
He loses sight of her once she enters the crowd of people and he sighs to himself, praying to grilled chessus that Kurt would hurry up and Blaine wouldn't put up too much of a fuss. He and Rachel had already been delayed enough and he was dying to get to her empty house.
"It's the Finnster! What up dude," Blaine greets, smiling lazily and hanging onto Kurt for dear life. "You, my friend, throw a fucking awesome bash! I just wanna party all night long!"
"You won't be saying that once you wake up tomorrow mister," Kurt admonishes before looking at Finn for some help. "At this rate he'll have the hangover straight from hell."
"I can tell," Finn replies, leaning down and hoisting Blaine over his shoulder. "Come on dude. Party's practically over anyway. Let's get you home."
Blaine goes without much of a fight, but he does scoff in frustration. "Kurt's such a party pooper. I want more of those ridiculously goooood Jell-O shots. You know I came in second in the beer pong tournament? I was on fire! I was fucking awesome!"
"I'm sorry I missed out on seeing that," Finn chuckles, following close behind Kurt who's clearing a path for them. People watch confusedly as Finn carries Blaine out, and he tries really hard not to care about their staring.
"Speaking of fucking, where's Rach?" Blaine asks, swiveling his head around to look for the brunette. "Have you two fucked yet? Last I heard you were mauling each other and about ready to put on a show in the kitchen."
"I do not want to hear about or discuss the fact that Rachel wants to have sex with my brother," shudders Kurt, ushering them to the car. "That is not an image I want to think about."
"It's a natural thing, babe," Blaine argues. "Everyone has sex. How else do you think we got here? I personally like it when you and I-"
"Ahh! No, no. We aren't talking about my sex life or your guys' sex life either, okay," Finn begs. "Blaine, I'm glad you feel so...uh, comfortable, with me, but there are just some things a dude doesn't need to hear about his brother."
"Agreed," Kurt chimes in, opening the back door, allowing Finn to set Blaine down carefully in the seat. He reaches over trying to buckle the seatbelt for his boyfriend, but Blaine fights off his hands and tries to go back inside.
"Kurt, we can't be the first to leave!" He cries, his red eyes pleading. He looks at his wrist. "It's only- hey, my watch is stolen! I've been robbed! Hurry call the police! Aw shit, my dad's going to be so pissed. He got Cooper and I both watches for Christmas and- shit, I've been robbed! Whoever stole it must be really sneaky. I didn't even feel them take it-"
"Blaine, your watch is on your other wrist," Kurt says, holding up the 'missing' watch on his wrist.
Blaine's eyes widen comically and he gasps. "I stole it from myself?!"
"What? No!" Kurt rolls his eyes, exasperated. "See, this is exactly why you're done tonight. No more party for you."
"Woah, I didn't even feel myself take it from myself," Blaine says, examining the watch in wonder. "Man, I'm good."
"Yes, you're the next Bill Mason," Kurt remarks sarcastically.
"Who's that," Finn asks.
"Famous jewelry thief from the 80's," Kurt replies, sitting Blaine back down only to be pulled on top of his boyfriend, who was suddenly being very needy and handsy. "Blaine!"
"Come on Kurt. I really want you babe," Blaine says, placing a sloppy kiss on his neck. "I don't wanna go home alone. I need you and-"
Finn slaps his hands over his ears and closes his eyes. "Okay, I'm out of here," he yells. "Kurt, I'm gonna go look for Rachel. We'll be back in like five minutes so you need to have him settled by then."
As he walks away, he hears his brother let out a grunt of frustration and say, "Blaine Anderson! Would you just cooperate with me?"
He shuts the front door behind himself and when he steps through the foyer he immediately hears the sounds of commotion going on outside.
"Oh shit, Fabray is about to get in a chick fight!" A freshman football player tells his friend. "Come on man, we gotta go check it out!"
"Who's she going after?" The friend asks walking away with him.
"Some short, brown-haired chick," the freshman answers just loud enough for Finn to hear. "It was the girl Santana Lopez was grinding with earlier, remember her?"
"Oh, yeah. The hot one."
"What the hell," Finn says, immediately taking off in the direction they were going. He had a bad feeling he knew what was going on.
Today has been like a dream.
She, Rachel Berry, who didn't even want to come to this party in the first place, was now thanking her lucky stars that she let Kurt and Mercedes convince her to come. Without their pleading and promises of a Barbra marathon later this week, she never would have been here. She never would have been almost kissed by Jacob Ben Israel, never would have had any reason to run away from him and up the stairs, and, as a result, she never would have practically tackled Finn to the ground in his room when he opened the door.
Finn Hudson. Kurt's step-brother. A boy she had heard many stories about all around the community, but, in the two months since she had moved here, she had never seen him.
It was simply amazing how she had literally met him just hours ago and now she had this insane attraction to him. And he was into her as well!
What they had was incomprehensible, but it was exciting all the same. She'd never felt so electrified when kissing someone or just being held. Jesse never made her feel like this. No one did. So what made Finn Hudson so special? She wasn't sure, but she knew deep down this wasn't just a physical attraction. It was going to be so much more if they gave it a chance to blossom.
"Mercedes! Tina!" Rachel calls from the deck once she spots her friends chatting with a couple boys by the pool. She hurries over to them, passing by a group of cheerleaders, and notices they didn't even hear her. "Hey."
"Oh, hi Rachel," Tina greets, not taking her eyes off of the tall Asian boy next to her.
"I'm sorry I don't mean to interrupt," she says, holding out her hand to shake. "My name's Rachel."
"Mike," the Asian boy says, taking her hand and politely shaking it. He points to the blond next to him. "This is Sam. We were just meeting your friends. You're the girl Finn was distracted by earlier when we were playing volleyball, right?"
She blushes, "that would be me. It's very nice to meet some of Finn's friends."
"Nice to meet you too," Sam says. "Now I know why Finn fought Brody over you. I have to say you seem like a great girl." He eyes Mercedes and his lips curve up into a smile. "You have some very pretty friends as well."
Rachel smiles as both Mercedes and Tina grin from ear to ear and giggle. "They are pretty fantastic if I do say so myself. But do you mind if I steal them away from you two for just a second?"
"Not a problem," Mike says, gesturing over his shoulder. "We'll go get you girls a couple drinks and be right back."
As soon as they walk away, Rachel squeals along with her friends. "They are so into you girls."
"So you picked up on that too?" Tina asks. "It wasn't just me making things up in my head."
"Definitely not," Rachel confirms. "This is so exciting. Who would have thought we'd find some really cute boys at this party to hang out with?"
"Well, I sure hoped so. I mean not many people can resist this hot piece of ass," Mercedes jokes, making the girls laugh. "Anyway, what'd you need Berry?"
"I just wanted to let you know I'm going to be gone for a bit with Finn," she says, ignoring the knowing exchange passing between the girls. "We aren't doing what you think...yet. We just- Kurt needs our help."
"Hey, yeah, where has that white boy been? I haven't seen him for a while," Mercedes says.
"He's actually trying to help Finn get Blaine into Finn's car right now. Blaine's completely trashed from all the alcohol he's consumed so we're driving him home," Rachel answers. "Kurt will still be here to manage the party, but I'm going with Finn to take care of Blaine."
"Oh, okay," Tina replies. "You'll be back later though? Or is Finn driving you home?"
"We'll see," Rachel shrugs. "I think we'll both come back, but if Finn does take me home-"
"I'm sorry. Did I just hear you say Finn was taking you home?" A voice asks behind her. Rachel turns at the question and sees a blonde standing with her hands on her hips, a frown covering her face.
"Um, I'm sorry. Do I know you," Rachel asks, watching as the cheerleader comes to stand in front of her, her eyes judging her. Rachel looks at Tina and Mercedes and sees that they've both become stricken with something akin to fear at the girl's presence. Rachel extends her hand, saying, "my name's Rachel. I-"
"You're Rachel," the girl sneers, crossing her arms in front of her. "You're not much of a sight to look at, are you?"
Rachel gapes at the girl, "I'm sorry. I don't know what I did to offend you but-"
"You stole my boyfriend," the girl accuses. "I don't know how though. I don't see what Finn sees in you. Your nose is way too large for your face, you have man-hands, you're the size of a troll, and your boobs look like mosquito bites."
"You must be Quinn," Rachel guesses, self-consciously crossing her own arms across her chest. "I've heard a lot about you."
"Then you've heard that I get what I want, yes? Finn is mine, always has been despite our differences, so you need to back off," Quinn growls, inching closer to the brunette, her eyes flashing with hatred.
Rachel gulps but stands up straighter, trying to muster up all the confidence she can. "I hardly think you have any right to claim Finn as your own, especially since he told me he wants nothing to do with you. You cheated on him, and he isn't interested in being with someone so untrustworthy," she says. "So, no, you can't tell me what to do."
"Unless you want your life to be hell this next school year, you better stay away from him, treasure trail," Quinn spits. "Finn will come to his senses eventually and want to be with me again."
"Okay. You're clearly an insane harpy," Rachel snaps. "I don't need someone telling me what to do, and I think Finn is more than capable of making decisions for himself. He chose me over you, so you need to accept that."
"No, you're a loser who doesn't know her place," Quinn fires back. Then she looks and sees the crowd that's gathered around. She smirks. "So allow me to show you."
"Quinn, don't!" Rachel hears Finn shout from a distance, but before she can even glance at him to see where he's at...
Splash!
Rachel shrieks in surprise as the cold, sticky wetness assaults her face and body, covering almost every inch of the front of her pink dress. She hears some gasps and a few snickers coming from those who were watching the confrontation play out as she tries desperately to wipe the stuff off her face. Her eyes burn and when some of the icy substance gets in her mouth she realizes exactly what it is.
A blue raspberry slushie.
She'd heard the horror stories about the slushie attacks from Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, and Tina. They warned her that being friends with them and joining the ranks in the glee club would earn her a share of slushie facials and humiliation. She just didn't think it would happen so soon.
When she squints through her corn syrup burned eyes and meets Quinn's gaze, the blonde Cheerio is smiling smugly, proud of what she's done. Rachel feels the chunks of ice in her hair and looks down at her now-stained pink dress.
"You're such a bitch," Finn states, eyes narrowed in anger at Quinn as he breaks through the crowd. He comes to stand next to Rachel and looks her in the eyes. "Are you okay?"
She nods her head and gives a half-hearted shrug. In truth, she's so beyond embarrassed right now, but she's not going to give the blonde the satisfaction of seeing her break down in front of so many people. "I'm fine," she murmurs.
Finn's eyes search her own and, by the way his jaw sets, she knows he doesn't believe her and can tell she's upset. He rounds on Quinn, standing protectively in front of Rachel, as he snaps, "who the fuck do you think you are?"
"Oh, come on Finn. It was just a joke," Quinn says, dismissively waving her hand.
Rachel, pokes her head around Finn's arm, laughing in disbelief, "A joke?"
"You can't just brush this off, Quinn," Finn yells. "This isn't some lame prank, and I'm sick of you always trying to control me and make my decisions for me."
"Finn, I wasn't making your decisions-"
"Yes, you were. You want me to choose you over Rachel and it's not going to happen."
Quinn frowns, "she's going to drag down your reputation, Finn. The one you've worked so hard to build up. She's never going to get you elected homecoming king or get you the crucial swing votes you'll need to-"
"I don't care!" Finn says, frustratedly. "What don't you get? I'm sick of talking about this shit with you."
Quinn's eyes blaze as she hears people snicker and whisper around her, and she crosses her arms defensively. "She's a loser whose going to drag you down to the pits of high school hell. I hope you're ready for that, Finn. No one's going to save you from the slushies."
"Well that's fine with me then because if Rachel's a loser then I guess I'm one too," Finn shrugs, his fingers lacing with the brunette's when he feels her small hand grip his. "But you know what Quinn? You don't get it. We're all losers. Everyone in this school and everyone in this town."
He levels his ex with a glare before turning to look down at Rachel, giving her hand a squeeze. "If being with someone who actually cares about me and makes me feel good about myself is considered a bad thing, then go right ahead and call me a loser. Because I'm not afraid of that. I'm more afraid of turning my back on something that actually made me happy for the first time in a long time."
Rachel smiles softly at him, her heart warming at the emotion behind Finn's words and his bravery for sharing them in front of practically the whole school. If she didn't believe him before about wanting to be with her, then that worry was thrown out the window right there. As far as she was concerned, Finn was hers and she was his.
And there was nothing Quinn could do about it.
"Come on," Finn murmurs in Rachel's ear. "Let's grab you some new clothes and get out of here."
He starts to lead her away when Quinn let's out a shriek earning their attention again. "You're going to regret this Finn! Just you wait! In a month or so when you're done screwing that little-"
"Oh, shut the hell up Fabray," Santana says, appearing out of the crowd, catching Quinn off-guard, and pushing her into the pool.
The blonde Cheerio screeches as she falls into the deep blue water, her uniform and body getting completely soaked in the process. She splashes all about when she surfaces, sputtering in aggravation as people laugh at the turn of events.
"Santana! What the hell?! This is dry-clean only!" Quinn screams. "Ms. Sylvester is going to kill you!"
"Damn. I was really wishing it'd be like the Wizard of Oz where the witch melts away in the water," Santana jokes, earning more laughter from the crowd much to Quinn's ire.
Rachel and Finn laugh when Santana winks at them and waves them off. "Go on you two. Brittany's waiting for you in the bathroom by the foyer."
The couple turns and walks away, unsure why Brittany would be waiting for them, until they spot the towel and handful of clothes she has.
"I tried telling Santana that none of Finn's giant things were going to fit on your teeny tiny body, but she insisted I grab something and said you wouldn't be wearing it for very long anyway," Brittany announces handing over the items when they reach her.
"Thank you," Rachel says, taking the towel gratefully and wiping off her face and hair as best she could. "I can't believe I was slushied! And it just had to be blue? I'm gonna look like an avatar!"
"I'm sorry Rachel," Brittany offers. "Who knew Quinn even had access to a slushie on hand just like that?"
"She's crazy," Rachel says. "But I guess she got what she wanted. I'm completely humiliated!"
"I'm so sorry Rachel," Finn says guilty.
"Finn, there wasn't much you could do about it," Rachel points out. "I'm just sorry that anyone, especially you, had to see me like this."
"Well, if it's any constellation," Finn says reaching for the towel and wiping off spots she missed. "I think you still look cute."
"It's consolation," Rachel giggles, making Finn smile. "And yes, that matters most to me."
"Good." He leans down to kiss her quickly and pulls back licking his lips. "Yum. You taste really good."
"Does she taste like a berry?" Brittany asks, eyes wide in curiosity. "I mean it'd be logical since that's her heritage and all."
Finn laughs at the blonde, "what? I'm not-"
"Well, if you're not going to tell me I'll find out for myself," Brittany determines. She reaches for Rachel, puckering her lips. "Come here Rachel."
"Brittany!" Rachel squeaks, ducking just in time so that the girl misses. "I hardly think that's appropriate."
"Oh, Santana wouldn't mind if I shared some sweet lady kisses with you," Brittany reasons much to Rachel's embarrassment and Finn's amusement. "She'd probably want to taste you herself."
Finn laughs while Rachel's cheeks heat up. "Well, I'm flattered Britt, but I'll pass on the kisses for now, okay? Finn and I have to get going."
Finn guffaws as Rachel grabs his hand and quickly pulls him to the front door and away from the other girl.
"Oh sure! Finn's gonna have all the Berry kisses he wants, won't he? That's not fair Rachel! You owe me!" Brittany calls after them. "Don't think I'll forget!"
Finn roars with laughter as they walk out of the house and to his car. When Kurt spots them he lets out a gasp and covers his mouth in shock.
"Oh good Gaga, what happened to you?!"
"Next up on WEGE we've got something that should really put everyone in a good mood," the radio personnel says. "You're listening to 104.9 FM classic rock..."
The soft sounds of Boston's More Than A Feeling starts to play as they drive along the roads of downtown Lima. Turning up the volume just a bit for one of his all-time favorite songs, Finn starts to tap the beat of the song on the steering wheel, glancing back in his mirror. He's been doing this every so often to check on Rachel and Blaine.
"How's he doing back there?"
"I keep thinking he's out like a light, but just when I stop rubbing his head he starts to groan and complain," Rachel answers. "He's very intoxicated. It'd surprise me if he even remembers this tomorrow."
"Well, maybe that's not a bad thing," Finn says, trying to look on the bright side. "Not everything he did tonight was a very proud moment for him. I mean, I wish I didn't have to remember him trying to have sex with Kurt while I was standing right there. I'm sure he'd like to not know about that too."
She giggles, "what? When did that happen?"
"When you went inside to find Mercedes and Tina," he replies. "I don't even think he realized he was going to be having an audience when he tried to seduce my brother."
"Maybe, but I don't think you give him enough credit, Finn. He's probably more observant than you think," Rachel says. "How else would he have known the two of us were into each other when we weren't even talking?"
"Well, anyone with eyes would have to be crazy not to find you insanely attractive, Rach," he cheekily replies. "I have no idea why you're into me. I'm such an asshole."
"What?" She gasps. "How can you even say that?!"
"Because it's true."
"Finn, you are by far, the furthest thing from an asshole," she admonishes. "I'm personally offended that you would say that about yourself."
"You wouldn't be if you knew half of the things I've done," he admits, his tone growing serious. "I used to egg people, I used to throw kids in dumpsters with Puck, I used to slushie people..."
He glances at her in the rearview mirror. He sees the blue still stained partially on her face and neck. Her dress sits in a plastic bag beside her and she's now wearing one of his football t-shirts. While it looks fucking fantastic on her it also just serves as a reminder of how fucked up the night got to be for her all because of him.
"Don't do that," Rachel cuts in. "Don't blame yourself for what happened back there, and don't feel bad about it. You are not your past, Finn, okay?"
"But I am," he insists. "Everything that I ever did these last four years was to get to where I am and what's it gotten me? Unhappiness and a jealous ex who thinks its okay to go around and slushie my girlfriend."
"Well, I choose to look at the present and future instead of my past and I think you should too," Rachel says. She smiles softly. "Which brings up what you just said. Were you serious?"
"Serious?"
"You referred to me as your girlfriend," she smiles. "Is that what I am to you?"
He asks, "can I be honest with you?"
"Always," she promises.
"I would love nothing more than to call you my girlfriend," Finn grins, turning onto Blaine's street. "I didn't even realize I called you my girlfriend because it felt like such an automatic thing to do."
Rachel opens her mouth to respond but Blaine suddenly sits up and whips his head around looking to see where he's at. "Who's girlfriend am I?"
"Nobody's," Rachel laughs at the interruption. "Blaine, I think-"
"Aw man I love this song! Crank that shit up, Finn!" Blaine shouts. He listens to the music before he starts singing, "IT'S MORE THAN A FEELING! When I hear that old song they used to play!"
Finn chuckles, parking in Blaine's driveway and cutting the engine. Blaine protests being cut-off mid-song and Finn says, "I love this song too, dude, but we're at your house. It's time to get you inside."
"What? How'd we get here?" Blaine asks. "Why aren't we at your badass party Finnster?"
"Because the party's over," Rachel lies, unbuckling the seatbelt for him. "Everyone's going home, including you."
"You're not going home though," Blaine accuses, narrowing his eyes. "You're gonna have a sleepover at Finn's house tonight, right? Well, you probably won't even be sleeping. You'll be-"
"Blaine, come on, buddy," Finn interrupts, tugging him out of the car before he finishes his sentence. "What Rachel and I do later is none of your business. You, on the other hand, should worry about the huge hangover you're gonna have tomorrow."
Blaine waves his hand dismissively, the action making him sway on his feet. Rachel and Finn both grab an arm and sling it over their shoulders and start to walk him up the sidewalk. "Pssh, what the hell do you know. I feel awesome! I could go all night long! Woohoo!"
His arms raise in the air and his glassy eyes unfocus for a second. "Woah, Rae did you turn into an alien? You're part blue and have two heads."
"You know what this'll be easier if I just carry him," Finn decides, wanting to quicken the pace before Blaine completely passed out right there on the sidewalk. He scoops up the smaller man. "Rach, do you have his house key?"
"It's right here," she says, holding it up for him to see. "Let's get him inside."
Twenty disastrous minutes and an awkward moment, in which Blaine thought Finn was trying to sleep with him when he was taking his clothes off, later, Blaine was lying in bed just about ready to sleep while Rachel tucked him in and Finn set a bottle of water and some Advil on his nightstand.
"Okay, Blaine, we're gonna go now. Get some rest and text me in the morning so I know you're up," Rachel instructs gently. "I'll give you your house key tomorrow so I can use it to lock the house when we go."
"Good night dude. I'll see ya later," Finn says as they start to leave the room.
"Good night mom and dad," Blaine mumbles, already half asleep. "Love you."
The pair exit his room quietly and walk out of the house back to Finn's car. He opens the passenger door for Rachel and she gives him a small grin as he helps her into the car.
"You know if you think about it," she giggles when he joins her in the car. "It's crazy how fast we went from strangers to 'mom and dad' all in one day."
Finn chuckles, "I guess you could say we're way ahead of the game. For most people it takes like ten years to establish a family."
"We're very efficient. Although I wish we would have been married first before we had a baby," Rachel jokes.
"You're right. We're terrible, horrible people. What would my mom think if she found out," Finn plays along, driving out of Blaine's neighborhood. He notices the street they're on and grins. "You know what we should do?"
"Elope?" Rachel asks with a laugh.
Finn turns into the parking lot of a convenience store and parks the car. "Wait right here!"
"Finn!" Rachel protests, watching as he makes his way inside. "What are you doing?"
He doesn't answer and when she loses track of him through the window of the store she sighs. Since Finn left the car on, the radio was still playing and the sounds kept her occupied as she waited for her boyfriend's return. He's back in less than five minutes a giant cup in hand and a small plastic bag in the other.
"What is all this, Finn?" Rachel asks, trying to look at the contents as he pulls the car out of the parking lot.
"You'll see," Finn answers, reaching for her hand with a grin on his face. "We're gonna make one quick stop before we head to your house, okay?"
"Are we going back to the party?"
"No, I just wanted to do something first."
She narrows her eyes at him playfully, but shrugs it off. She'd do whatever he wanted to do or go wherever he wanted as long as they were together.
"Are you insane?! No, I'm not doing that!"
"Come on Rachel. It's just this one time. I just wanna know what it's like to be on the receiving end of things."
"Then why don't you get someone else to do it?"
"Because I didn't think I'd ever want to experience it until I saw you, and I only want to do this with you."
"But- but I can't! I just don't have it in me, Finn! Get someone else like Quinn to do it. I'm sure she'd gladly volunteer to."
"I bet you she would, but I'd rather have someone I trust do it, which is you Rach."
She crosses her arms and stamps her foot. "I can't do it Finn," she pouts. "I'd feel too bad."
He leans forward and kisses her pout away. "I'm so glad you care about my feelings, but it's okay. You wouldn't have to feel bad because I'm asking you to slushie me."
He thrusts the big gulp cup into her hand and he takes off the lid. Inside the cup is the cold sticky purple syrup. "Finn, it's the worst feeling in the world," Rachel worries. "The syrup will get in your eyes, the ice will get all over your clothes and stick to you..."
"Which is exactly what I expect," Finn says. "I just want to know what it's like so I know not to do it ever again. I'm done with all that and I think this will be a reminder for me."
"But Finn-"
"Just do it Rachel," he urges taking a step back. "Give me everything you've got."
"I don't know-"
"Come on babe. Go for it," he says. "I have something that I'll give to you if you-"
Splash!
"Ahh! Shit!" Finn yells recoiling from the sticky coldness on his body. He tries to blink to get the ice out of his eyes but they burn with tears from the syrup.
Rachel immediately drops the cup at her feet. "Oh my gosh Finn! I'm so sorry," she hurries over to him. "Are you okay?"
"Fuck," he curses, trying to wipe the stuff out of his eyes. "Yeah, I'm alright. You have really good aim."
"I wasn't meaning to fit you in the face I swear," she promises. "I'm really sorry. Here let me help you."
"Damn, Kurt was right," he says, allowing her to guide him to kneel down so she could use the towel from before to wipe his face off.
"Kurt was right about what," she asks.
"It really is like being bitch-slapped by an iceberg."
"It's definitely not fun," Rachel agrees, working her hands through his hair. "I can't believe you made me do that."
"Well because you did I can now give you your present," Finn says, standing up and digging through his pocket. "Now I know it's not made of diamonds or gold or anything, but I figured what the hell."
She scrunches her eyebrows together when he produces a little plastic bobble. "Just to keep the joke running and to mark the first day we spent together," he explains.
He opens the plastic top and pulls out a small plastic toy ring. It has a silver band and a small white flower with a pink crystal in the middle.
"Here's a ring for my girl," he says, taking it and slipping it on her finger. "I thought it kind of fit since you know we have a son and everything."
"Obviously," Rachel giggles, taking a second to admire the plastic before she looks up at Finn with a beaming smile. "Thank you. You're too sweet."
"Well thanks to you. I am. Literally," he jokes, swiping some of the slush off his shoulder and licking his finger. "Mmm. Grape."
"You know grape's my favorite flavor," Rachel says flirtatiously.
"Really," he raises an eyebrow.
"Oh definitely," she replies. Rachel takes a step closer to him, putting her hands on his shoulders. "May I?"
"Go ahead," he answers, not really sure what he's agreeing to. As long as she looks at him like that though, he doesn't think it's a bad thing.
Rachel leans forward, using his shoulders to hold herself still, and stands on her toes to lick a strip of grape syrup off of Finn's neck. She runs her tongue from the base of his collarbone to just below his ear. The action's so slow and sensual that Finn's mouth falls open and he feels all of his blood rush south.
His thoughts of the mailman he hit while driving sure wasn't going to fix this anytime soon.
"Mmm Finn," Rachel flirts, licking her lips when she pulls back. "You taste really, really good."
"I do?" He asks dumbly, watching as her eyes darken with lust.
"Absolutely," she says. "It's a shame you can't taste yourself like that. It's the best combination in the world."
"As much as I like the sound of that, I'd have to argue and say there's definitely a better tasting Berry flavor I tried today" he says, stepping closer to her.
"Is that so?"
"Totally, it's just- well, I don't think I was able to fully appreciate the taste," he teases, finally getting his wits back. "I was hoping to fix that."
"Oh yeah?" She breathes, feeling his fingers slip under the shirt she was wearing as a dress and skirt along the edge of her wet panties.
When he runs his finger slowly over her covered wet center, Finn groans. His eyes darken and zero in on her biting her lip. "Yeah."
He stoops down to kiss her but before he can she puts a hand in front of his face and yanks her body away. "Hold up Hudson. Before anything happens I have one condition," she tells him, breathing unsteadily.
Caught completely off guard by her actions, Finn stands there dumbstruck and with a raging boner. "What's that?"
"You've gotta lose the shirt," she announces motioning to his black shirt covered in slushie. "We've already ruined one shirt of yours so we're not going to ruin this one." She points to the one she's wearing.
"You seriously just stopped what was happening to worry about ruining a shirt," Finn asks laughing in disbelief.
"Don't laugh at me Finn Hudson," she says. "I'm just trying to be considerate and not ruin anymore of your clothing."
"Oh come on I don't care," Finn shrugs, moving in again. He frowns when she ducks away again. "Rachel, I'm not taking my shirt off in the middle of the park at night."
"Then I guess you're not getting what you want," she retorts, blowing a kiss his way as she backs up. "It's too bad too because I was thinking about letting our own party get started a little earlier than planned, and seeing as how I, your girlfriend, have only half her clothes on anyway-"
Before she knows what's happening Finn storms over to her, whipping his own shirt off, and scoops her off her feet. His mouth comes down over hers hard as he carries her over to a more secluded section of the park.
The kiss is just as spectacular as the ones before but yet it's somehow also new and better. It's a combination of familiarity and newness that surprises and electrifies both of them each time. When Finn comes to a stop a distance away from their parked car, he carefully lays Rachel down in the grass. He hovers over her as her legs circle around his waist. Her lips attach to his neck as he looks up to make absolutely sure no one was around.
"Is the coast clear," Rachel asks, mumbling against his skin.
Finn smirks when her legs bring him closer to her center. "Looks like we have the whole place to ourselves."
"Good," she agrees. Rachel unlocks her arms from around his neck and sits up just enough so that she can get his shirt off of her. Finn's eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he takes in the fact that she has no bra on. The only thing she has on is a tiny pair of grey lace panties, which have a distinct wet spot that keeps getting bigger right in the center. Rachel smiles coyly, "do you like what you see?"
Finn nods his head quickly and brings his lips to hers again, kissing her fiercely. "You're gorgeous babe."
She sighs in his ear when he works his way down to her neck, leaving a mark just below her ear. "You're not so bad yourself," she replies with a breathless laugh. She moans when his hands come in contact with her heated flesh.
Finn's hands massage her breasts, marveling at how well they fit in his hands. Rachel presses her heated center closer to Finn's jean-covered bulge, grinding her hips against it and making him groan. "I want you so bad Rach."
She brings his face back to hers and against his lips says, "what are we waiting for then?"
Rachel pushes on his shoulders, sitting up with him, and her hands go to the zipper on his pants. She quickly undoes them and Finn stands up to pull them off of him. When they're off, he looks at Rachel, who's biting her lip looking at the tent in his boxers.
"Like what you see," he mimics winking at her and leaning down to hover over her again. His hands go to the waistband of her panties, dipping his fingers under the elastic teasingly. He drags a finger slowly down the front to her covered center, where he finds it completely wet. "Oh Rach, babe, you're soaked."
He puts more pressure on her, rubbing her slowly and working her up with pleasure. Rachel moans softly and her hips start to push up to meet Finn's fingers, trying to get more friction. "I wan- want you, F-Finn," she whimpers, closing her eyes when she feels his fingers slip under her panties and along her wet folds. The tip of his finger pokes at her entrance just in the slightest bit and she moans. "Please babe."
When she reaches for the waistband of his shorts, he puts his hand over hers to stop her. "Wait!"
"What is it," she asks impatiently.
"You really want to do this here?"
Rachel crinkles her brow when she meets his hesitant gaze. Her hips continue to move against his hand. "Only if you want to."
"I just wanna make you feel good," Finn insists. "I want you to be happy."
Rachel smiles, caressing his cheek, "I'm here with you, and that makes me more than happy already." She kisses him and resumes pushing his shorts down with her other hand. "Now pants off, Hudson, and stop making me wait."
He grins, "you don't have to tell me twice."
Once they get him out of his boxers, Rachel licks her lips in anticipation. He's huge and fully erect, and she feels herself get even more wet than she already was. She reaches forward and when her palm wraps around his length his breath hitches. She starts to pump her fist lightly up and down his length, working him up, and as she watches his reaction to her she feels a sense of lust and pride burst through her. No one had ever reacted to her so enthusiastically.
When she brushes her finger over his tip, she feels the moisture that's collected there. His hooded eyes watch her as she swipes her thumb over him again, making him jerk forward in her hand. She sucks the moisture off of the pad of her thumb as his eyes are locked on her actions, and when she's done she smiles at him innocently.
Not being able to wait any longer and knowing he'll blow his load before the real fun begins if she keeps doing that, Finn kisses Rachel heatedly on the lips as he swiftly slips her wet panties down. The quick action makes her gasp against his mouth, allowing Finn to deepen the kiss. Rachel moans when she feels his erection press into her thigh and deciding that they've waited long enough she rips her mouth from Finn's.
"Condom?" She asks breathlessly, her chest heaving and her face flushed from their heat.
Finn quickly sits up and reaches behind himself, searching his jean pockets for the protection he keeps stashed in his wallet. When he finally locates it, he tears open the packet and rolls it down onto his length, his body eager with anticipation. He looks back at Rachel when he's done and what he sees makes his heart stop for a second and then gets it racing. She lays there on the green grass, her smooth, perfect body completely naked, and her hair fans out around her like a halo. She gives a small grin when he just stares at her for a minute and she reaches out her hand for him to take.
When he links their fingers together, Finn resettles in his place hovering above her. He kisses her softly before searching her eyes and looking for permission once more. When Rachel gives a nod of her head, Finn lines his hips up with hers and enters her slowly.
They both moan at the sensation of finally being connected with one another. Finn closes his eyes loving how tight she is and Rachel takes a second to let herself adjust to Finn stretching her so completely. When she's ready, she wraps her legs tighter around Finn's body and starts to move against him. Taking that as his cue to continue, Finn starts to slide in and out of her, creating a rhythm.
"You feel so good baby," Finn grunts into her shoulder as he pushes in as far as he can go. He kisses her bare skin there. "So good."
"Faster Finn," Rachel moans when he hits a particularly good spot. "Ooh! Fuck. Right there. Yes!"
He snaps his hips against her determined to hit that spot in her again and as he does it repeatedly he picks up the pace. Each time he finds her sweet spot she moans his name and Finn's quickly finding that it's his new favorite sound. Her hips grind up to meet his thrust for thrust and her hands clutch his bare shoulders and back desperately searching for something to hold on to as the sensations inside of her build.
Rachel's lips find Finn's neck and as he pumps into her she leaves kisses all along his bare skin. She grips his shoulder tightly as she feels him pull almost completely out of her before thrusting back in deep inside. Her nails scratch down his back from the pleasure as he repeats the action.
"Oh Finn!" She whines, digging her heels into his backside to bring him impossibly closer. She starts to feel the tension build up in her lower abdomen and she knows just a little bit more will push her over the edge. "So- so cl-ose babe!"
Finn lifts his head to meet her lips for one hungry kiss before he sets to work again, feeling himself start to get close to his end too. He shifts his weight over to lean on one forearm and passes a hand down her smooth body. He dips his hand between their bodies as he continues to thrust into her and moves his thumb lightly over her little bundle of nerves. Rachel arches her back at the combination of his actions, feeling herself teeter on the edge as he applies more pressure and rubs circles around her most sensitive flesh.
"Come on, baby," Finn murmurs in her ear, biting her neck and soothing the spot with his tongue. Determined to make sure she gets off before he lets himself go, he pushes into her harder and circles her nub again. "Come for me, Rach. Let go."
"Oh Finn!" At his words, he thrusts into her, hitting just the right spot while swiping over her bundle of nerves, and she feels her release overtake her. Her hands clutch at his back and her legs tighten around him as she sees stars behind her eyes. The look on her face as she orgasms and the feeling of her walls fluttering around his cock send Finn immediately over the edge after her. He spills into the condom as his mouth forms an 'O' shape and his body slowly continues moving to drag out their pleasurable sensations as long as possible.
Once Rachel's hips stop moving slowly against his and she opens her eyes, she smiles softly at him. His heart lurches in his throat as he pulls out of her, his own face wearing a content half smile. He rolls off of her, both of their breathing still a bit ragged. He looks up at the dark night sky, taking a second to wonder just how he had managed to end up here with this beautiful girl right now.
"That was..." Rachel trails off, looking at him dazed but happy.
He leans up on his elbow, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek. "Great. Awesome. Mind-blowing," he supplies with a smirk.
She giggles, "I was going to say spectacular, but those fit just as well."
"I'm glad you feel the same way," he says, sitting up and rolling the condom off his length. He looks around, luckily spotting a trash can just a few steps away, and gets up to dispose of it. As he walks, he hears a low whistle and whips his head around to see Rachel checking out his backside.
"Damn Hudson," she teases. "Look at that cute butt."
"Look who's talking," he laughs, throwing the item in the trash quickly before making his way back over to her. "Miss Innocent with the smokin' body.
"Please," Rachel dismisses, rolling her eyes.
"Seriously Rach," he insists, leaning down and hovering right above her body once again. "You've got the hottest ass I have ever seen or felt." He kisses her hard on the mouth. "My girlfriend is unbelievable."
"Oh yeah? Well, I'd say my boyfriend is pretty unbelievable too," she compliments, earning herself another kiss. "It's not everyday somebody can get me to have amazing sex with them in a park at night."
He raises an eyebrow at her and playfully smirks. "He sounds like quite the stud."
"Yeah. He comes off as this cool, tough guy, but he's actually a big softie," she smiles, lifting her hand up for observation. "He gave me this precious little ring, you know?"
"Do you really like it," he asks. Secretly he was worried, she'd think it was stupid. He knows Quinn would have.
"Absolutely, because it came from him, and even though I've known him for only less than a day," she looks him directly in the eye and shrugs with a soft grin. "I find myself even more enamored with him by the minute."
Finn gives her his signature lop-sided smile. "That's a good thing, right?"
Rachel giggles, "yes. It's a good- Ahh!"
She yelps as the water from the sprinklers splashes her face and Finn gives a loud cry as well, jerking his body away from hers. "What the hell?!"
"Oh my god that's so cold!" Rachel squeals, trying to cover her body from the assault of the cold water. She looks around herself, locating her panties and the shirt of Finn's she was wearing, and slips them on as fast she can. Once she's dressed she takes off towards the car. "Come on Finn!"
Finn hurriedly throws his underwear and pants back on, sputtering as the water drips in his face and soaks his hair. He sprints after Rachel, grabbing his shirt from where he left it before. When he catches up to her, he hoists her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing at all making her scream in surprise.
When he gets them back to his car, both are laughing and breathless. Finn sets Rachel back down on the ground and she leans against the passenger side door with the biggest grin on her face. "Can you believe that just happened?"
He puts an arm on either side of her head, trapping her against the car. "Somehow I can," he admits. "Everything that's happened since I met you has been completely different from how I thought it would go today."
"That's a good thing right," She mimics his previous question, looking at him hopefully while she wraps her arms around his neck.
"It's been the best," he answers, kissing her soundly on the lips.
Rachel pulls back from him and bites her lip, a sparkle in her chocolate brown eyes. "Come on. We need to go."
She opens the car door and hops in the passenger seat, waiting patiently for Finn to come around to the driver's side. "Where are we going," he asks, putting the car in drive and turning onto Lima's main road.
"Well," she starts. "I believe I told you my house was completely empty and after what just happened back there..."
"I think I know exactly what you're thinking," he smirks. "You don't mind missing the rest of the party?"
"We can always go back," Rachel offers. "I'm sure Finn Hudson's infamous 'Summer Beach Blowout Extravaganza' will be going into the late hours of the night, right?"
"Most likely," he shrugs.
Rachel rolls down her window and let's the summer air blow against her face, drying her wet clothes and hair a bit. "Then I wouldn't worry about going back just yet," she says. "Right now, I just want you. What do you say?"
Finn pulls up to the stop sign and looks over at his gorgeous new girlfriend. He reaches over and kisses her heatedly once over the center console. "To that I say hell yeah!"
From there, as he drove them down the streets Rachel directed him to take to get to her house, only one thought occupied his mind. It wasn't that he wished he was with all his football friends or the others who only saw him as the most popular guy in school. It wasn't that he hoped everyone would remember his name for the rest of high school because of tonight.
No, his one thought had nothing to do with popularity at all.
The only thing Finn was thinking was that he was so lucky Kurt had invited Rachel to the party and the events of the night brought them together to this point.
Because this moment?
It was so much better than any party. That was for damn sure.
A/N: And so we've reached the end! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you to everyone who favorite, reviewed, followed, etc. this story. I've said it before and I'll say it again: you all are awesome! Much love for you all! If you want more please check out my other stories or if the demand is high enough I'll do an epilogue for this! :)