A/N: Thanks for all the alerts and faves and reviews! Love 'em! I know how I'm going to end the… saga… if you will, of Finn and Will. I don't know how I'm going to get there quite yet… so we still have a good handful of chapters to go. I just don't want you to think that I pulled the ending out of my, pardon my language, ass. It is definitely something that I've been planning. I've hinted at a certain plot point a few times in the past two stories, and that will come up. That was the original ending, but I've changed my mind about that. It will still come into play though.

Just a note like I have in my previous stories: This chapter does involve sex. Graphic details. In the real world, you should play safe. This is a fake world. Just putting that out there.

Chapter of title inspired by Natalie Merchant (10,000 Maniacs) and Patti Smith (along with a bunch of other artists, but those are the two big ones)!

All or Nothing – Chapter 10: Because the Night

I sat down on Will's couch after he let me into the apartment, and went to go get us some wine. The funny part was that he had decorated the apartment similar to his apartment in Lima. It made me feel a sense of homesickness, but also a longing for the days where I didn't have to worry about number crunching, budgets, paying rent, and the like. Will brought the glasses of wine while I was still looking around and reminiscing. He smiled at me as he sat down.

"So… really, how have you been?" Will asked.

"I've been good, to tell the truth," I said, taking a sip of wine. "I graduated with a degree in Accounting. I have a good, secure job. I don't have many friends in Portland. Mainly Kurt. But that's okay. I enjoy just hanging out with him. Kinda sucks on the nights he has dates… especially when he brings them back and that's all I can hear all night."

Will chuckled. "I had neighbors like that."

"Yeah, it is annoying, but I can't fault him. He pays rent. He's been my best friend since high school. Who would've thought, right?" I laughed.

"He always cared about you."

"Yeah. How have you been?"

"Miserable. I have just gone from teaching job to teaching job. I never really found a place to settle. Seattle is the place I've been in the longest. A year. I just became musical director for the University of Washington. It's great, but haven't really made many friends either. That's why I was excited to see Tina last week. Well… excited and nervous. I didn't know if she'd talk to me."

"Of course she would. Everyone missed you."

"Everyone?"

I swallowed more wine, while avoiding eye contact. "I told you I missed you."

"But I bet you were mad."

I swung my glare back to Will. "You bet I was. What did you think? I'd be happy?"

"I don't know. I thought it would make things better."

"Oh yeah. So much better," I put the wine glass down before I did something stupid. "Will, you hurt me so much. I can't even be with anyone."

"What?"

"I tried. Once. This guy Blaine. But he took his shirt off, and he had a hairy chest, and I had a breakdown because it reminded me of you."

Will held back a laugh.

"It isn't funny," I said.

"Sorry. I just… that had to be awkward."

"It was. But he stayed around. He's been great, I just haven't been able to…"

"So… he's still around?"

"I don't know. Probably not after this stunt. Kurt has probably told him where I'm at, he set us up by the way, and he probably is viewing this as the last straw."

"Did you want to leave?" Will was pleading with his eyes. "You didn't have to come here."

"I wanted to," I said, and reached out my hand to touch his. "I want to stay. But you have to know how much you hurt me."

"I do, Finn. I do. I curse myself every day for leaving you like that. Emma told me you were never the same in glee club after that."

"You made me want to sing and dance. And… I just had nothing after that. The only reason I stayed was for everyone else. I couldn't do that to the team."

"And yet I did," Will rolled his eyes, and flopped back on the couch. "Maybe this was a bad idea."

"Wow, you sound like me in high school," I said, laughing. "Remember?"

"Remember how you would go back and forth on whether we should be together or not? Yeah I do," Will said. "I also remember being with you in bed. Just holding you. The nights we didn't have sex were the best. Don't get me wrong, I loved the sex," Will smirked, and I blushed. "But… just holding each other. Talking. Singing the sweet love songs I used to sing to you, and seeing the way it made you happy. I wish I could go back."

I scooted over to be closer to Will, and lay my head on his chest. He put his arm around my chest. "To be honest Will, I want to be with you. I always have. I just am scared. Scared that if I give myself to you again, that it is going to end again."

"I'm scared I'm going to hurt you again."

"So where do we go from here?"

We stayed in silence. I could feel him getting hard, and his heartbeat quickening. I looked up at him, and a look of passion was in his eyes. I reached up to his face, brought it down to me, and pressed my lips to his. His tongue slid in, and soon he was on top of me. He caressed my face, as we continued to kiss like it was food and we were starving. We were both hard as I could tell by him pressing into me. He broke the kiss to stare at me.

"You are beautiful," he said. I just smiled and blushed. "I've wanted you like this for so long."

I whimpered, "Me too."

He reached down and started to unbutton my shirt. Once he was done, he opened it wide so he could massage my chest.

"You have a treasure trail," he said, admiring my chest.

"I stopped shaving it," I said.

"Nice," he smirked, and continued our kissing. I took his sweater off, followed by his undershirt. I wiggled out of the sleeves of my shirt, and soon we were both grinding into each other, shirtless.

"I need you," Will said, breaking our kiss.

"I'm all yours," I said.

We stared at each other, massaging each other's chest.

"Wait here," Will said, and got off the couch and went down the hall. I stared after him, eyebrow raised. Fifteen minutes later, I was still waiting, and almost followed him thinking that he had fallen asleep or something. Finally I heard him say, "Okay, come in the bedroom."

I got up, still shirtless, and walked down the hall. I was rendered breathless when I saw what he had been doing. He had lit candles all around the room, and had put flowers on the bed. He was standing next to his dresser, just with briefs on, and smirking.

"Wow," I said.

"I had kept this stuff… just in case. It's stupid, I know. I just had hoped that someday we could be together again."

"It isn't stupid," I said, a tear running down my cheek. "It really isn't."

Will came up to me, and brushed the tear away. "I don't want you to cry ever again."

"What if it is tears of happiness?"

"I guess that's okay," he smirked, and kissed me again. He stepped back, and moved towards the bed. He dropped his briefs, and I got to see a part of him I had missed so badly. He caught me staring, and chuckled. "Like what you see?"

"You know I do," I said, my own erection straining my pants.

"Then drop the pants, and come get it," Will said, laying on the bed.

I don't think I had ever unbuckled and dropped my pants as fast as I did right then. It had been seven years, and I was ready. I walked slowly over to Will, and he reached up his arm to bring me on top of him. Our bodies touched, and we both shuddered.

"It has been so long," Will whimpered. I just kissed his neck in response. I played with the hair on his chest, and tweaked his nipple. That elicited another whimper. Will flipped us over, and was now grinding into me. He bit my nipple softly, and I groaned.

"Tell me what you want," Will said, huskily.

"I want you," I groaned.

"You have me. Now tell me what you want me to do to you," He said, going back to flick my nipple.

"Oh my god," I moaned.

"Tell me Finn. Tell me."

"I want you inside me. I want you to make love to me. Please Will," I almost screamed.

Will brought himself up, and looked straight into my eyes. "How bad?"

"So bad. Will I want you so bad. Please."

He smiled. "Have you been with anyone else since me?"

"No."

"Neither have I." He looked over at the nightstand. "I have condoms if you want."

"No. I want all of you. Just… some lube. Please."

Will smiled, and grabbed the bottle on the nightstand. He put some on himself, and then I felt a finger probing me. It was insane how great it felt. After a couple of minutes, Will looked at me.

"Are you ready?"

"Oh my god, get inside me!" I moaned. Will lifted my legs slightly, and started to slide in. At first there was some discomfort since it had been seven years, and I hadn't even used any toys on myself since then. Then the pleasure came. The pleasure I had felt that first time. Will started sliding in and out, and I groaned every time. The sweat was dripping off of us, and after about twenty minutes, just like the first time, he looked at me for permission.

"Like you have to ask," I managed to groan, and Will let go inside of me.

"I love you!" He screamed, as he came. All the feelings were back now. All that love. My first and true love had come back to me, and he had made love to me, and things were back to the way they should.

"I love you too," I said, as I held him, and he came down from his high. He started to kiss my chest and then pulled out. He got on all fours, and looked back at me, and winked.

"Your turn," he said. We kept up like that for hours.