I Had My Reasons - Chapter 7
Yeah! Staying off social media really did get my inspiration back! I finished this earlier than I thought, and I am halfway through ch 8.
Here is the next chapter in the saga of Finn and Rachel's epic love. Just to recap, in the last chapter Finn decides to move in with Rachel after her fall in the bathtub.
Let's see how they will adjust to living together.
Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox.
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Finn helps Rachel out of his car, and she stands there a couple of minutes while he parks. He rushes back and he carries her purse while they enter the building holding her door.
Rachel, although excited for his moving in, is saddened that it's not for the right reason. It doesn't matter, she will make this work.
"Let's go this way toward the elevator." Finn tries to direct her to his right.
She hobbles in her crutches over to the elevator, and sees an "Out Of Order" sign.
"Oh, crap!" Finn exclaims. "You're going to have to use the stairs. You want me to carry you? It will be a couple of days before you get the hang of using these things."
"No, thanks, I think I can do it!" Rachel's determination is showing through.
They go toward the stairs again and she stands there looking at the stairs looming in front of her. Why did she never notice before how many steps there were in just one flight? Taking a deep breath, she begins putting her good foot on the step and lifting herself up. There, one step done. Finn and standing on each step next to her with his arms outstretched ready to catch her if she falls. All is going well, until Rachel teeters a bit and straightens herself back again. After the sixth step, she turns and sits on the step.
"I need a rest," she responds with a grimace. She rubs her skin under her armpits which are really sore from the crutches. All of a sudden the severity of her situation overwhelms her. She is sitting here, can't even get herself upstairs, pregnant, unmarried, stressed out because she is getting ready to begin her career under these circumstances. Her eyes start to water, chin quivers, and she begins blinking the tears away, but it doesn't help. The tears fall freely against her cheeks and her face collapses in a full cry.
Finn watches this change and inwardly panics. "Hey, what's wrong?" He touches her shoulder.
She clamps her both her hands over her mouth squeezing her eyes shut. She takes her hands away. "What's wrong? The list would be shorter if I told you what's right." She says in between sobs. "Just give me a minute. I'm am having a little pity party in my head right now." He feels helpless there while she continues sobbing. "I mean here I am, 21 years old, pregnant, unmarried, with a broken ankle, and a broken elevator. My life is a fucking Greek tragedy." She begins to laugh and cry at the same time.
Finn swallows in uneasiness and yells, "Fuck the stairs, and fuck the elevator! I am going to be your elevator, ok?" He bends down and sweeps her up like she weighs nothing, leaving her crutches on the steps. "I'll come back and get those in a minute," he reassures her and takes the steps quickly.
At her door, he stops. She fishes through her purse hanging off his arm, and takes out the keys to unlock the door. He walks in, sits her on the couch and goes back down stairs. He returns with her crutches.
"Look, it's way late, and I think you will feel much better if you get some sleep. Do you want some Tylenol? The doc said you can't have anything stronger."
"No, Tylenol does nothing for me, so I don't even have any here. My ankle is just throbbing a lot, so I don't need it." She says as she continues sniffling and sobbing.
"Ok, let's get you to bed. At least you are still in your bathrobe, so changing will be a breeze. He carries her to her bedroom and sits her at the edge of the bed. He begins going through her drawers.
"What are you looking for?" she asks him curiously.
"PJs, underwear, stuff like that!" he replies glancing behind him. He finds that she has taken off the robe and is completely naked sitting there. He pauses for a second and looks at the changes in her body and marvels at how beautiful she is even with a big, pregnant belly. It's actually sexy. He can't imagine how some men are turned off by it. He would have never expected that before, but it really is beautiful. "What are you doing?" he calls out when he sees her try to paw the blankets.
"I just want to get in bed. I don't need night clothes right now. I'm too exhausted." She tries to stand so she could get under the blankets and he rushes to her side.
"Wait, I'll help you." He lifts her up holding her by the waist, and lifts the blankets and slowly lowers her again. She scoots her self into position with her arms and lies down.
"Thanks Finn, just leave the crutches by the bed in case I have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, ok?"
"I'll sleep on the floor right here by the bed, so you can wake me if you need to go," he starts unbuttoning his shirt.
"Then you better go get me a glass of water to dump on your head cause you don't wake up easily," she says with a laugh. "Look, you don't have to sleep on the floor, I don't want to add that to my long list of guilty incidents when it comes to you. Just sleep on the other side of the bed. I definitely will not be trying to get it on with you tonight, ok. Your privates are safe from me." She turns her back to him, her expression one of sadness, and he goes to the other side of the bed and sits to remove his pants. His heart is hammering, and he tentatively gets under the covers. He turns to his side and is face to face with Rachel who's already almost asleep.
"Thanks for carrying me and for being here," she mumbles half asleep. He lays there on his side looking at her with her hands tucked under her cheek and she has this child-like innocence. After a few moments her breathing evens out and he reaches to remove a clump of hair which has fallen over her eyes and smooths it away. He is overwhelmed by how much he loves her, and yet he knows that sometimes love just isn't enough. You have to have trust. He falls asleep trying to figure out why love without trust just isn't enough.
Finn's eyes slowly open. It's morning and he feels something around his waist. It's Rachel's arm draped across his abdomen, her fingers lightly caressing the skin by his hip. He is on his side, and she is spooning behind him her face pressed against his back. He can instantly tell when she opens her eyes because her lashes start to lightly brush up against his skin; his mom called them butterfly kisses. He stays still to see what she will do, and she lays there just snuggled up against him. He can feel her lips grazing the skin on his back and he has to steel himself so he doesn't respond. He decides to stir as if he is just awaking. Rachel quickly moves to the other side of the bed and pretends that she is just waking up.
"Good morning!" Finn says sleepily.
"Good morning," Rachel's greeting is barely a whisper.
"How is your leg feeling?"
"It's ok, it's not even throbbing this morning, but that maybe because I'm lying down. When I stand up it will be another story. Can you help me to the bathroom, Finn?" Rachel looks pleadingly. She must look a mess and needs to clean up a bit.
With a "sure" he jumps out of bed and walks around.
With the sheet bunched around her body, she shyly points to her dresser and says, "Could you get me a bra and panty set? I've had enough people gawk at my naked body in the last 24 hours."
"Yeah, I'll get it for you." He walks toward the dresser and rummages through its contents. "Puck made sure to let me know he saw everything. Now it's he's going to bring it up every time he sees me."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help that he saw me. He did say he was going to torture you with it," she finishes with a laugh.
"Oh, well. I can't be upset. I would do the same thing if the roles were reversed." He comes back with a black set. She takes them and puts on the panties under the sheet, and puts her arms through the straps of the bra and sits up holding the front in place. "Could you snap it, please?" she asks and he sits next to her on the bed and fastens the clasps. He takes an unusually long time to do this which doesn't go unnoticed by Rachel.
"You can touch me, you know," she whispers very lowly.
He moves his hands from the bra strap to her lower back and says, "I know." He then slides his hands forward to spread this fingers across her belly. Rachel's eyes close and her head is heady while her whole body gets goosebumps. He lays his head on her shoulder from behind and moves his hands over her pregnant belly in round circles several times, then stands up. Rachel realizes he was not interested in touching her, he was more interested in getting close to his baby. She pulls her lips in a fake smile while he bends to lift her. Carrying her to the bathroom, he looks at her breasts spilling out of the bra and comments, "You need to buy bras that fit you now. These are too small."
"I like the feeling of spilling out of my bra. My boobs have always been so small that that was never an issue. I think it's sexy the way that my bra is straining to keep them in." She gives him a little sly smile and continues, "Don't you think it's sexy?" By now they are in the small bathroom, and he lifts the toilet lid for her and stands her up on her good leg. She balances herself holding on to the counter and she begins lowering her panties with one hand which proves to be tricky. He closes his eyes and walks up to her, yanks her panties down, and leaves the bathroom saying, "Let me know when you're done, alright?"
She can tell he is really fighting to control himself and she is hopeful she will wear him down. Finn Hudson, you won't resist me for too long. You'll be mine again!
Outside of the bathroom, Finn is trying to control the boner that is emerging in his boxers. Her fucking small bras are not covering much of anything of her breasts, just up to the nipples the rest is exposed and he can't take much more of her being naked around him.
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He has been at her apartment now for almost two weeks and with the exception of the first two days when she couldn't put any weight on her leg, has only been coming in during the evenings to sleep and intermittently throughout the day. She only missed two days of rehearsals and instead practiced her songs at home. He already moved furniture into the nanny's room and has been sleeping there each night. Rachel is beyond frustrated with him and saddened by his determination to keep away from her. She thinks back to all the things she has done to get him hot and bothered. She has begun to leave her panties and bras on the bathroom floor after her shower and since she doesn't have a hamper there, he has to bring it in her bedroom orchestrated so he catches her naked. After her showers, she puts her towel over her head and parades around the house naked. She can tell it's working 'cause she can tell his bulge gets much bigger. She thinks back to last night when she almost, almost got him to give in:
Finn was tired from his six o'clock sports reporting. He was looking forward to having a sandwich and going to bed for a short nap before he had to go back for the 11:00 news. Normally he stayed there, but he likes to go back to Rachel's to make sure she is not lying injured in a pol of blood. He unlocks the door and notices all is eerily quiet. Rachel must be in bed already. Sometimes she is in there with her iPad and he is pretty sure that is when she watches porn and plays with her sex toys. It's really hard not giving it up to her cause he knows how much she wants it, but he doesn't want to do anything and regret it later. He puts his jacket on the rack, and enters the kitchen to make a sandwich. When he turns the light on, he is startled to find Rachel, wearing a tie, his tie, JUST a tie sitting on the stove, naked. He gets a little lopsided grin on his face and asks, "What are you doing?"
Her lips are red and glossy and she has a lollipop, licking it and swirling her tongue around it. His pants begin getting tighter and tighter. "Warming up your dinner," she tells him while uncrossing her legs and spreading them apart. His eyes get lusty as he walks toward her.
"What if I'm not hungry?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.
"Oh, you look hungry to me." Rachel beckons him by crooking her index finger, and he starts walking toward her while tugging to loosen his tie. Rachel continues to suck on the lollipop and smacks her lips each time she takes it out. His erection is painful now as his eyes zero in on her mouth. He looks down between her legs already glistening, wet and his mind fogs up. He reaches the stove, stands between her legs, takes the lollipop from her mouth and drags it around her right nipple, then the other. He bends his head and licks the residue the lollipop has left behind, dragging his tongue though the valley in between. He raises a little and as her lips exclaim, a "Yes, Mmmm," he kisses her on the lips hard, his tongue tasting he sweetness of the sucker, while her legs wrap around his body. Breaking the kiss, he backs up still holding the lollipop and looks down between her legs. He places the tip of the lollipop on her belly and drags it slowly lower, and lower following it with his lips. Finally, he places the lollipop on her clit and lightly swirls it. It's then replaced by this tongue, just one quick lick that has Rachel gasping and gulping for air. He then goes back and kisses her while his hands slide to cup her ass. He lifts her just enough to grind against her and they kiss and grind until they are both gasping for air. Suddenly, he stops and backs away. He puts his hand through his hair and looks at her, "Stop making things so difficult. I'm not gonna fuck you, ok?"
She smiles at him and says, "You almost did. I know you want it." His frustration is clear and he walks away shaking his head muttering, "I wanted a lot of things I didn't get." Rachel knows now; knows she can wear him down.
She comes out of her thoughts to the present. This weekend is Kurt's wedding, and she feels really good about Kurt sending her an invitation of her own. She and Kurt have gotten close and sometimes they even go out to lunch with Carole. She is looking at the invitation now, hanging by a magnet on the refrigerator and is really looking forward to going. Kurt even talked her into singing at his reception. Maybe being in such an intimate affair with Finn will bring them closer.
Kurt took her shopping for a dress last weekend and found an unbelievably sexy maternity dress for her and when Finn sees her in it, she knows he will have to jump her bones. She hears Finn use the key she gave him to come in after work and backs away from the refrigerator to open it getting a bottle of water.
"Hi!" he comes into the kitchen and stands behind her to look into the fridge.
"Hi there!" she says opening the bottle and stepping out of his way. He leans forward and gets a beer. He twists the top and leans against the counter to take a long sip.
"Finn, you know that Kurt invited me to the wedding, right?" she asks him while twisting the water bottle in her hands.
"He said he would, and I saw the invitation on the refrigerator the other day, why?" He looks at her quizzically.
"Well, I wanted to know if you could give me a ride to the wedding?" she looks at him biting her lips nervously.
"I can, but I think it maybe awkward for us...I asked someone from the station to be my date. I'll hire a car to take you." Finn looks closely for her reaction.
Rachel blinks her eyes and nods. "Oh. I understand. I don't want to intrude. And don't worry about the car, I'll have someone else do it."
She looks down at the water bottle in her hand and says, "Well, goodnight! I'll see you tomorrow. Don't forget we have some nanny interviews set up for tomorrow between 10 AM to noon. I know you wanted to be there."
"I know. I don't need to be at work tomorrow until 3pm, so I'll be here." he smiles at her and she walks away.
In her bedroom, Rachel is reeling. A date? Is it the same girl from before she wonders. Why does he insist on fighting this thing between them? She gets a look of determination, and picks up her cell phone from her night table and calls a number.
"Hi, I need you to be my date at Kurt's wedding to make Finn jealous!" she says and listens to the laughter coming from the other line.
About an hour later, Rachel has heard the shower turn off, and Finn going to the room to sleep. She knows he is in for the night. Deciding she wants to take a bath, Rachel goes to the kitchen to get a plastic trash bag to tape around her cast so it won't get wet. She is completely naked and bends at the waist to get the trash bag from under the sink, when she hears noise behind her. She chooses to ignore it, and has her bare ass sticking up in the air, her folds visible between her legs, breasts heavy and hanging there and knows that Finn is staring wordlessly.
"Where the hell is it?" she says in a barely audible tone seemingly to herself.
"What are you looking for?" Finn calls out from behind her clad in only a pair a sweatpants, causing Rachel to stand up quickly.
"The packing tape to tape the bag to my cast!" she says and bends over again giving him a full view of her perfectly rounded rear end.
"Can you please keep some clothes on when you are out of your bedroom?" he asks angrily and walks around her to open a drawer and take the packing tape out.
"Mr. Finn Hudson, this is MY place. I will walk around in any manner I see fit. I don't remember inviting you to move in. As a matter of fact, I believe it was dictated to me, so suck it up. I can't help the fact that your dick gets hard," she looks at the bulge in front of his sweatpants, "every time I'm naked. If you don't like it, go to your place. No one is forcing you to be here."
"I didn't say I didn't want to be here. Just have some consideration. I am a guy...I can't help that my body responds. And you are doing all this on purpose to make me fuck you. It's not gonna happen." He points to the chair for her to sit. They are familiar with this routine by now. She sits in her nakedness in front of him and he bends down on one knee by her legs and takes her leg with the cast and rests it on his thigh. He quickly takes the large trash bag, opens it and carefully puts her leg into it. He takes the packing tape and continues to do spirals around the cast until he gets to the top and then tapes it tightly around to keep as much water out as possible.
"Well, that's your problem, not mine. If I feel like being naked, I'll be naked. Deal with it! You could stay in your room, which by the way, I thought you were in for the night, that's why I wasn't wearing clothes." She stands up and she is very close to him. They look at each other for a moment, adrenaline pumping from her frustrated outburst and she moves in closer to him and runs her hand lightly over his sweatpants to feel his erection. He doesn't move back and she presses in a little harder. She puts a kiss in the center of his chest over his sternum and he jerks back to walk out of the kitchen.
Rachel smiles to herself. She has to give him credit...he has great control. She limps to the bathroom and fills the tub with water. She lowers herself while propping the casted leg on the edge of the tub and lays back to relax.
Finn is in his bedroom. What the hell? He is constantly with boners and he can do nothing about them, well except take care of them himself. She is doing this on purpose and it's driving him nuts. After taking care of it he gets up to go get some water, and can hear her moaning in the bathtub. He gets an evil look in his face and decides to interrupt her while she is about to come. When her moans get right to when she is about to go over, he knocks loudly on the door, "You ok in there? Sounds like you're in pain." he snickers to himself.
"Go away!" she yells at him from inside.
"So you don't need me to come in and scrub your back?" he yells back.
"Well, you ruined the moment, you may as well come in." He opens the door and Rachel's eyes just about pop out of her head when she takes in the sight before her. Finn is standing there fully naked, his hand out waiting for her to put the washcloth in it.
"What are you doing?" she scrunches up her eyebrows.
"Fighting fire with fire. Every time you go around naked or whatever around me, I will do the same. I don't care if this apartment becomes a nudist colony." He gets down on his knees in front of the tub and gently pushes her forward to expose her back. He puts some of her favorite body wash on her washcloth, and begins rubbing circles on her back. She relaxes and rests her head on her right knee. He moves her back to lie back against the tub, and begins running the washcloth over her collar bones, then slowly lower to the valley between her breasts. She places her right hand over his on the washcloth and she arches her back and he slowly moves the washcloth over her breasts, first one and then the other. She lifts her hips slightly, still aching for the release she didn't get when he interrupted her. He looks at her nipples puckered and his erection is back in full force right now. He moves his hand with the washcloth down lower over her belly and lingers to wash there before going lower and stoping between her legs. Her eyes pop open and she can see desire reflected in his eyes. They keep their eyes on each other as he tosses the washcloth aside and lightly moves his fingers over her folds. Her legs are already spread from having one leg over the edge of the tub so his fingers start working their way inside her. She moans softly, "Oh, yes!" and bites her lip. He continues to keep his eyes on hers while working her back to a frenzy moving his thumb over her sensitive nub. It doesn't take her long, and when her climax comes it is strong and powerful. She scrunches her eyes shut and her hips spasm against his hand while she is holding her breath, and he marvels at how strong it is. Damn! She was right. Her breathing is coming out strong now, her eyes reopen and zero in on him. She reaches out to grab his face for a kiss, and he quickly backs away. "Sorry I interrupted you. I just wanted to finish what you started." He leans back sitting on the backs of his legs. "I want more," she said breathlessly. He smiles and stands up his erection full and heavy and teasing her. "That's all you get," he says and walks out. Finn smiles to himself and walks out thinking it was the perfect revenge for all the times she was naked or topless around him just to make him hard. He is not stupid, he knows what she is doing. What can he say? Paybacks are a bitch!
Rachel looks at him in astonishment. Did he just tease her and walk away? With a raging erection to boot. She stands corrected...he either has great control, or he wanted payback for all the times she did things to turn him on since he moved in. Leaning forward she pulls the drain plug up to release the water and leans up to pull herself up and out of the tub. She quickly pulls off the plastic bag, dries herself and walks out of the bathroom naked. She would give anything to feel him inside her right now sliding in and out. She exits the bathroom and goes to his door and listens. Yep, the breathing inside tells he is taking care of himself, so in the spirit of revenge, she opens the door and he stops, mortified to find her there.
"I am still really hot and wet," she says breathlessly walking to his bed. "Are you sure you don't want to hit this?" He makes an unbelievably loud groan as she takes his erection in her hand and slowly moves it up and down. He puts his hand over hers and guides her to move faster. Soon, his cum quickly flies in the air and she leans over and gives him a quick kiss on his lips while his eyes are closed. She stands up again and moves her body lower by his crotch. She licks her lips and bends over and just barely touches her lips on the tip of his erection, and says, "Sorry I interrupted you. I just wanted to finish what you started." She straightens up and walks out of his bedroom knowing his eyes would be on her ass, smiling to herself the whole way to her room.
Finn having propped himself on his elbows as he watched her walking out, allows himself to fall against the pillows and lets out a long breath. That did not go as he planned!
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The next morning, Rachel is awakened with smells of breakfast in the apartment. Finn must be making pancakes. She rises out of bed, puts on some yoga pants and a tank top and goes to the bathroom for her quick morning routine. She uses the toilet, washes her face and brushes her hair and teeth. There! She looks presentable.
Walking out to the kitchen, she finds Finn cooking. "Hey, want some pancakes? I made a bunch."
"Hm, wow, why are you cooking today? Usually you are out of here in the morning like a bat out of hell." Rachel smiles and waits for a response.
He looks her way, and says, "Since we have to wait until 10 for the interviews to start, we may as well eat and talk over some of the people's applications at the same time. How many do you want?"
"Three, stacked, with butter in between, cut into pizza wedges. Light on syrup." She replies tossing her hair behind her shoulder.
"Don't hold back, tell me how you really want them done." Finn's says with a laugh.
"Why are you doing all this?" She asks as she waves her hand over the pancakes.
"'Cause, I want to apologize for last night. It got a little out of hand. We were both being immature and what I did was not fair to you, teasing you like that and all. And I can understand you paying me back later. There are no hard feelings on my part. So..." he hands her the plate, "I'm sorry." He looks at her with a lopsided grin.
"I'm not!" When she looks at him she sees his confusion. "I'm not sorry. That's the most fun we have had together since, well, all the mess. So, no, I'm not sorry."
"Rachel just because of all that last night, don't think that it changes anything." he looks at her with determination.
"I know."
"Ok, also, I want to ask you to lay off the nakedness around me. I know what you are trying to do and it won't work. At least not in the way you want it to."
"Finn, if you are uncomfortable, you are always welcome to go back to your apartment. You don't need to be here...I don't need a babysitter."
"I didn't say I was uncomfortable. Look, do I still have feelings for you? Of course I do; probably always will. But I am not going to act on them. One day you will parade your naked body around here and I will not get turned on, and that's the day I'll know I am over you. Until then, you can make it easier for me or harder. It's up to you!"
"I'd rather make it harder," she bites her lip and looks at his crotch.
"See? That's what I am talking about! Immature." He picks up her empty plate to place it in the sink.
"Thanks for the pancakes! They were delicious!"
She retreats to her bedroom and closes the door. She only has 30 minutes until the interviews start so she begins dressing.
Finn is still stunned standing by the sink rinsing her plate. She seriously believes that they will get back together. No way that's going to happen. He will not give her the opportunity to trust her again and then marry her or something, and one day he comes home to find an empty house and his kid gone. Nope. She is unstable.
As he cleans up the kitchen and begins loading the dishwasher, he hears the muffled sounds of Rachel talking on the phone.
She comes out of the bedroom and stands at the entry way to the kitchen. Your mom said to not forget to pick up your tux from the shop where it's being altered today. Don't wait until the last minute. That was a quote."
"Why is she calling you?" he looks suspiciously.
"She is planning a baby shower." She lifts her head and proudly says, "Not everyone thinks I am a two headed monster, you know."
At 10:00 sharp, the first of their nanny interviewees shows up. Finn is floored when he opens the door and sees this...ancient...woman. He ushers her in, and looks at Rachel with wide eyes.
"Hi, I am Martie Mantos. Where is the little darling?" She asks looking around.
"Hi, I'm Rachel, the mom, and this is Finn, the dad. The little darling is still in here." She points to her belly. The woman smiles and does an "oh, I didn't know!" expression. Finn and Rachel ask her some basic questions and about 10 minutes later they tell her they would consider her application. The woman struggles to get up from the couch and finally succeeds on her third try with Finn's help. Finn looks as Rachel incredulously and smiles. He helps her up and walks her to the door. "Thanks for coming in!" he tells her as he shuts the door.
He walks back toward Rachel and they both say at the same time, "No fucking way!"
Rachel starts laughing, "I don't think she would be able to even lift a baby much less take care of one."
At 10:30 the next candidate rings the bell. Finn goes to open the door and when he comes back, he is flushed and has a really funny look on his face. When she sees the nanny candidate behind him, Rachel knows why. No fucking way! she says to herself. The girl is a tall blond, wearing a long wool coat that is open. Underneath she has on a cut off shirt (in October, in New York) which exposes at least six inches of flat (flat!) abdomen, a pair or Daisy Duke jeans, and a pair of cowgirl boots. On top of all that, she has a cowboy hat. Is she being punk'd or something?
Finn's eyes are fixed on the girl with awe, and Rachel is fuming with jealousy.
"So, you are Britney Pierce, I am Rachel and this is Finn. We are looking for a nanny to start in about 3 months. Tells us a little about yourself."
"Well, I am a dancer..." she begins and gets cut off by Finn, "Really?" he asks with that shitty grin on his face Rachel notices.
"Yes, watch!" Britney proceeds to do a dance that Rachel can only describe as a stripper dance including a 4 second stint of twerking. Finn's eyes are wide and his jaw has dropped. After her demonstration is over, Britney continues, "And I love babies...sometimes. Sometimes they are just gross. Like when they poop and you have to change their diaper? Yuck! But I babysat my little cousins and got them in shape since they were chunkers. We did dance moves all day long, and within six months they had fabulous bodies."
"Oh! Were they teenagers?" Rachel asks curiously.
"Absolutely not! They were three and four years old! I know babies come out all fat and everything, so I'll have yours in top shape in no time. I swear on Brittany's first CD."
"Well!" Rachel closes her notebook and stands, "Thank you for coming today, Britney. We'll be in touch." Rachel looks at Finn and he looks back at her with a sad disappointed look on his face. Rachel walks Britney to the door and back to the couch.
"She wasn't so bad!" He says his eyes still glazed over from the performance.
"Really, Finn? She is no more than a stripper! I will not have a stripper raising my kid. However, you can hire her for your place after you move out...maybe she can whip you into shape with dancing...we all know how you love to dance." Rachel is full pissed right now.
"Whip me into shape? What is that supposed to mean? I'm in great shape, evident by the fact that you want to jump me all the time."
"You're right Finn, I want to jump you because of your big, strong muscles. That's it! Big, strong muscles do it for me!" Rachel retorts facetiously.
Finn places his hand on his abdomen to check out how much fat is there, then squeezes his bicep. He seems fit enough to him!
They fall into a comfortable silence and Finn has his eyes closed still picturing the dancing in his head. He smiles...it's like he can rewind it and play it over and over again. By 11:00 there is another person at the door.
Rachel goes to let them in, and is taken aback by the sight in front of her.
"Can I help you?" She asks the person.
"Yeah, I'm here for the nanny position, I'm Brody Weston." The guy looks at Rachel with his perfect smile and perfect hair, tight jeans, and form fitting henley shirt displaying his buff physique, and Rachel smiles and steps back to let him in.
"Finn, our next applicant is here." Rachel tells him to take his attention away from his iPhone. Finn looks up then and he can't believe his eyes. No fucking way! This guy is not going to be his nanny, spending the nights here with Rachel. They'll be boning in no time. Rachel smiles and lifts her eyebrows at him for a split second showing that she likes him.
"So, I'm Finn and this is Rachel. Tell us why you want to be a nanny." Finn looks at him with squinted eyes measuring him up.
"I don't have a job at the moment, and don't have a place to live, and the position includes a room, so I thought, why not?"
"Do you have any experience with babies?" Rachel asks hopefully!
"No." Brody says flatly. He speaks like a robot, Finn thinks. No emotion.
"Do you have little brothers or sisters that can count as experience?" Rachel asks and Finn is fuming! Is she shitting him? She can't actually be considering this guy? It sounds like she is grasping at straws just to make him fit the position.
"No."
"Oh," the disappointment in Rachel's face is evident.
"But I am a quick learner," he adds. Rachel smiles.
Finn stands up then, "Well, I think we have enough information, so thank you for applying. We'll let you know soon."
When he returns from showing him out, Finn turns to Rachel, "You can scratch the Ken doll off the list."
"He wasn't that bad!" she looks at Finn confused.
"I think that's your vagina talking! Yes, he was bad. He has never even been around kids and the only reason he wants this job is for free room and board. Are you insane?" Finn looks away in disgust.
"I'm sorry, Finn. But isn't this the kind of person we should give the job to? Have someone to watch our child AND take a person off the streets and give them a chance at life? The guy can't help it if he's hot!"
"Nope...not gonna happen." Finn's lips are in a line shaking his head back and forth. "If these are our only choices we'll go with the stripper. She thinks diapers are "yucky," but at least she has changed one before."
"Yeah, and your boy will be twerking before he is old enough to stand up!" yells Rachel.
They ignore each other then and wait for the next applicant.
At 11:30 someone rings the doorbell.
Rachel goes to open the door, and sees a beautiful lady standing there. She is dressed in black capri pants and a pink button shirt with a white cami underneath. She has dark hair just past her shoulders with bangs, and her make up is minimal but expertly applied and looks to be in her thirties.
"Hi, I'm Christina Riley. Call me Christi. I'm here for the nanny position?" She smiles and extends her hand to shake it.
Rachel takes her hand, "I'm Rachel, come on in." She walks toward Finn and Finn looks and raises his eyebrows signaling this looks like a good one and puts his phone away.
Christi sits on the couch, and Rachel introduces Finn. "This is the baby's dad, Finn."
After the introductions are made, Rachel proceeds. "The baby is due January 19th. We are looking for someone to be here and also go to Finn's when he has him."
Christi's confusion is evident. "I'm sorry, just so I understand, this would be going to two households? How is that going to work?"
Rachel and Finn look at each other, and realize they haven't worked out details yet. "I understand your confusion," Rachel begins and explains, "Finn and I aren't together anymore, so the baby will be here half the week and half the week at his place. I work on Broadway, so once performances start, I'll need someone in the evenings. His schedule is a little varied, but he also needs someone to watch him when he is at the station."
"Oh, that's why you look familiar!" She looks at Finn. "You are the new sports guy at the local channel." Finn nods and Rachel is a little peeved that Finn is more of a celebrity than she is.
"Ok, so tell us a little about yourself. Why do you want to be a nanny?" Rachel interjects.
"My home circumstances have recently changed, and I would like to be around kids again."
"If it's not too personal, can you elaborate?" Rachel asks.
"Ok, I got married at 20 years old, and had kids at 24 and 25. My kids are in college now, and my husband..." she takes a deep breath and lets it out, "...just traded me in for a younger model." She kind of laughs sadly, "So I have a lot of time on my hands. I have a small apartment in Queens, but I can stay here as long as you like. The only time that I would like off is during the holidays when I my children come from college, or the occasional weekend when they visit, but I would know way in advance."
"You have kids old enough to be in college?" Finn asks incredulously.
"Yes, I am 45. Anyway, the happiest times of my life was when I was with my kids, and I love babies. Their smell and gummy smiles just melt me. And I need to supplement the alimony I get from my ex."
"You don't look 45." Finn says and she laughs.
"Thank you. Well, my husband was a wealthy man, so I could pamper myself through the years. Didn't seem to help keep him around, though."
"Would you have a problem with bouncing between our two places?" Finn asks earnestly.
"No, not at all. As long as you give me a set schedule to follow, I'm flexible."
They spend about 30 minutes talking about their situation and asking/answering questions. There is an easiness to this lady that both Finn and Rachel find soothing.
Rachel touches Finn's shoulder to get his attention, and looks at Christi. "Could you excuse us for just a minute?"
Rachel pulls Finn into the nanny's room and shuts the door. "What do you think?"
He shakes his head back and forth and says with a smile, "She's kinda perfect."
"That's what I think also. Yes? No?"
Finn nods his head. "Yes, definitely!"
"Ok,"
They return to the living room and smile.
"Christi, we would like to offer you the position, barring of course anything negative coming up on the background check."
"Thank you! I am looking forward to it. Just let me know when you would like me to start. I could start earlier if you need help with setting up the baby's room or advice on purchases etc.," she says excitedly and shakes their hand. She reaches out toward Rachel's abdomen and asks, "May I?" Rachel nods, "Sure."
Christi places her hand on Rachel's abdomen and says, "I can't wait to meet you, little one!" Turning to grab her purse, she starts walking to the door and stops to turn around one last time. "You two seem like a nice couple. I hope you guys work out your differences before the baby comes. Anyway, ok, bye. I'll see myself out. Thanks again."
Finn and Rachel look at each other after Christi is gone, and give themselves a high five. "I think we lucked out!" Finn smiles and Rachel just adores when he smiles.
"I'm gonna go get ready for the station." Finn whips around to go to his room. Rachel goes to use the bathroom to get ready for rehearsals. She lightly hears Finn talking on the phone. She turns off the water off in the sink to hear the conversation, then goes to the hallway near his door to eavesdrop.
"I think she will be really good, mom. She reminds me of you, only younger."
"Yes, of course Rachel likes her, too."
"No, mom, I have no interest in finding out why she did it. One thing I know is that whoever does something like that must be...I don't know...broken or something. Anyway, I wanted to let you know, that we got our nanny and she has no problem following the baby wherever he may be, here or my house, so we're good. You don't have to worry anymore." He listens for a short while, then, "Not yet...I'll get it on my way to the station. Chill please! The wedding will be great! And I'm bringing a date."
"Nope, it's not Rachel. Someone new at the station."
"Mom! Please...lay off!" Finn is louder this time...the frustration in his voice is clear.
"Ok...see you at the wedding on Saturday! I love you, mom!"
"I know. Bye!"
Rachel backs away from the door and retreats to her bedroom. This is so damn frustrating! A part of her wants to give up on him, but a bigger part wants to prove to him how great they can be. She has had that vision of them old, sitting on a porch watching their children and grandchildren pile in their cars to leave after the holidays! She wants that...she wants it with him and nothing is going to stop her. So, she is down to her bra and panties and goes to the kitchen for a bottle of water in the chance he comes out.
She hangs around for a couple of minutes and sure enough he soon comes to the kitchen.
"Oh, look!" he says sarcastically. "It's a naked Rachel Berry! What a surprise!"
"I'm not naked. This covers more than my bathing suit, ok?" Rachel says walking up to him tentatively.
Finn puts his hands up. "You know what? I'm just not going to allow this situation to get me down. I thought about it, and last night we were both immature brats and I'm not going to be that guy anymore. What's done is done between us. I am maturely moving on and waiting for my son to be born."
"You know what's mature, Finn? Forgiveness. It takes a lot to forgive and give others a second chance especially when fear tells you to run." She looks at him talking as she furiously twists the bottle in her hands. "You are not being mature! You are like a little ostrich, hiding your head in the sand. Do you think I wasn't scared when you came around after our first night so we could begin dating. Sure, I was scared to death. I could have told you to get lost...but I put my fears aside, and forgave you." She looks at him as he starts to say something and she waves the bottle in the air in front of him to cut him off. "I know yours wasn't the big sin I committed, I know, but I forgave you nonetheless. That's the difference between how you love and how I love. I would forgive you anything. I am in love with you! When I see you I want to be with you. You don't have to be naked for me to want you. Do you know how humiliating it is to put yourself out there and be rejected every time? I have to get naked for you to give any sort of attention. But you know what, my availability has an expiration date, too...everyone's does. You obviously don't feel the same way, so I want you to move out after the wedding. I don't need someone who treats me like a incubator protecting his child to ensure a safe birth. I assure you I love this kid more that anything and anyone and will do everything to make sure he is born healthy. You don't need to be here. I will be fine on my own, or I'll ask Santana to come help me. I'm tired of begging for a hug or a kiss or any other emotional scrap you are willing to toss my way as if I were a stray dog! You are not here with me. I am alone going through the most amazing experience in my life."
Finn is stunned speechless, looking at her. "You are not alone..."
"Yes, I am. Did you even think that maybe I need to be touched, to be held, to be loved right now? You can't give me what I need, so I don't need you acting like you are here for me. You are here for you and your kid and, frankly, I am starting to resent that. Look," she lowers her voice calming herself from her tirade. "I'm going to go calm myself down before I have a stroke from all this stress." She turns and walks to her bedroom.
Finn doesn't know what to think. Has he been a jerk about this? He just wants to make sure she is safe, that's why he moved in. But he gets it...she wants him. But how much can she possibly love him when she deceived him as she did. Would someone who truly love you do that? He walks to her door and tries the door knob. It's locked. He can hear sniffling coming from the inside. He knocks and calls her name softly, "Rachel?"
"Please go to work, Finn. I'm exhausted." He lowers his hand and walks away.
A/N: I think Finn is starting to get it now! I had so much fun writing their sexcapades, all of which, I am ashamed to say, come from real life!
Next chapter will deal with Kurt and Blaine's wedding! Big things will happen.