Wow, okay so I am very sorry about the late updates! I was working yesterday till ten, and it was just insane with all the customers at the store where I work! Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter, it has more drama and hurt than humour, but trust me, it won't be like that forever. I hope you guys liked Puck's cameo, he'll be in the next chapter, and chapter six! Btw, chapter six I believe will be the funniest! Anyways, I hope you love it, stick with me here:)

Chapter Three:

Loves Reputation

Rachel's eyes trailed longingly as she stared at herself in the full-length mirror. She frowned slightly as she twirled in the uncomfortable dress, itching her side in annoyance.

"I don't know Kurt, it's not really my type of dress," she mumbled as she turned around to face him, watching from the couch. He gaped at her, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Are you serious Rachel? You haven't looked this good since . . ." his statement lingered in the air, and she narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.

"I agree," Quinn interjected, raising a hand to prove her point.

Rachel turned to Finn. "Finn?"

His eyes darted to Kurt and Quinn, who instinctively leaned forwards. He shrugged his shoulders, showing his one-sided grin. "I like your pokadot dresses."

Kurt groaned in frustration, as Rachel smiled blindly at him, her eyes beaming at his surge of encouragement. "Thank you!"

"No, no Rachel you are wearing that damn dress! You want to be Kate Hudson? How about you act like it!" Quinn argued. She stood up from the couch in Rachel's bedroom, stocking out the door dramatically.

Finn chuckled lightly, as Rachel sent him a warning glare. "What?" he smiled; his shoulders vibrating as he failed to hide his laughter. She rolled her eyes at him longingly, whipping around to analyze herself in the mirror once more.

Her fingers crawled lightly over the exposed v-line, shuddering lightly as her fingertips grazed over the exposed skin. She stared at the end of the tiny, black dress, her eyes bulging as she noticed where it ended. Rachel's hands ghosted over the skin of her thigh, shaking her head in disapproval. "Way too short," she commented, turning slowly to the boys on the couch.

A soft wind brushed by her as light clothing collided with her head. Rachel gasped softly, as the material fell into her hands, revealing Quinn's laced lingerie. She clutched it angrily in her hands, when Quinn stocked back into the room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

"If you wear those tonight, Sam will be up your ass in no time," Quinn smiled, walking up to her. She picked up the lingerie, showcasing it over Rachel's body, as Kurt ooed and ahhed in front of them.

"Perfection!" Kurt clapped his hands together, brushing the dust from his suit as he stood up from the couch. He touched the loose curls that hung on her shoulders, beaming at her proudly.

"We should really call ourselves miracle workers, Quinn," he told her. Quinn giggled lightly, nodding her head in agreement as her thumb brushed over a smudge of mascara that drooped down Rachel's cheek.

Rachel pouted smugly, watching as Finn stood up from his seat, pressing his finger to his lips. She looked at him in confusion, arching her eyebrows when he sneakily tiptoed over to her dresser. Finn opened the top drawer silently, his hand ruffling through her pile of clothing.

He pulled a mysterious material out, closing it quickly and turning towards the three of them. "Hey, Kurt can you get me some water?" he asked, trying to distract him from his 'miracle working.' "And Quinn can you like . . . help him?"

Quinn scoffed, whipping her head at him in disgust. "I will not be treated like a slave." And with that, just as Finn expected, she grabbed Kurt's hand and stocked dramatically out of the room.

Rachel laughed quietly, already realizing that he was intending for that to happen. Finn walked over to her in three long strides, ripping the lingerie from her hands and stuffing it tightly in his jacket pocket.

He handed her the material of clothing that he snuck, and she smiled genuinely as she saw her pokadot undergarments. Rachel looked up at him in appreciation, her eyes locking with chocolate, glazed ones.

"Sam will probably disapprove of these if he saw them," she giggled nervously, her thumb rubbing against one of the purple circles painted on the clothing. "It's not exactly what a twenty-four year old should year."

"If he does, I will have much pleasure in kicking his ass."

She laughed lightly. "You could play the jealous ex-boyfriend," she stated, reminding him of their playful act that led her to meeting Sam.

He chuckled, nodding his head at the memory. "Let's hope he doesn't remember that."

She sighed heavily, breaking eye contact with him as she looked down. Finn bit his lip hesitantly, watching as the nerves settled in. He nudged her lightly. "Don't be nervous Rach."

She looked up at him, her eyes bulging. "Finn. This is my first date in two years."

"Well I'll give you one hint to one of my secrets of getting it in the first night," he told her, wiggling his eyebrows. She gasped, smacking his chest lightly. "Oh please Finn, I am so not interested in what you to do to hypnotize the ladies."

"Eh it's not my face that hypnotizes the ladies, it's my – "

"Finn!"

He raised his hands in the air, chuckling as he earned another slap to the chest. "Okay, okay, just . . . how loud are you? Because you know, we're all going to be in my apartment room upstairs and I – "

"Finn Hudson!"

Rachel dropped the undergarments, as she began to throw her fists at every space of flesh she could reach. He winced playfully, stumbling slightly as she continued to punch him, screaming wildly like a child.

"Rachel . . . Rachel . . ." a rough voice echoed throughout her bedroom, as she ignored him and shook Finn as hard as she could, which did little to his moving frame.

"Rachel . . . Sex monkey . . . Holy fuck, Berry fucking answer me!"

She rolled her eyes, already realizing who was calling her name. "What?" she hissed, turning around to face Puck, with a smug grin on his face.

"You know, I tried to be fucking patient 'cause your nervous and shit, but I could only do it for so fucking long." His eyes darted between Finn and Rachel, smirking lightly. "Is he your human punching bag or something? You nervous for the freaky sex you're about to have?"

"NOAH!" Finn laughed, silencing once Rachel froze her gaze on him, narrowing her eyes. "Why must men be so vulgar?"

"It's in my nature baby, literally." Puck stared at the bulge in his pants, grinning proudly at them.

"Well, in my opinion, boys are too – "

"Rachel!"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" Rachel whipped her head to the new voice that sounded throughout the room. She huffed in annoyance as she found herself staring at Kurt, his eyes widening in shock at her tense frame.

Kurt pointed his thumb behind him, biting his lip nervously. "Uh, your dates here."

"SHIT!" She slipped her pokadot underwear on, thankfully Kurt barely noticed because of the dim lighting. "He was supposed to show up in half-an hour!"

"Well he's here . . . and so is Finn."

Rachel groaned in frustration, turning towards the tall man beside her. "We really have to make this one convincing," she instructed him, "no laughing this time, I'm going to kick you out, and you're going to do it as quickly as possible."

Finn nodded his head once, firmly. "Roger that." He reached out his hand to touch her hair lightly, his fingers bouncing on her soft curls. "But good luck, and not too lou – "

"I got it Finn." She smiled genuinely, nodding at Kurt and Puck to leave. "Go, tell him you were just helping Finn get out of my house, and bring Quinn with you."

"Sure thing spicy, enjoy tapping that Bieber boy, just don't get him pregnant."

"Oh shut up Noah, he's as manly as you'll ever be," she fired back, giggling slightly. "And thank you Kurt, for the dress . . . now get out of the apartment."

Kurt smiled softly, ushering out and addressing for Puck to follow. Rachel perked her ears, straining to listen for a signal. She sighed out heavily as she heard the front door slam closed.

"Okay ready?" she asked Finn, her palms clamping nervously. He nodded his head repeatedly, grinning wildly as he walked towards the door. Finn looked back at her, and she rose up her thumb, signaling she was ready.

He kicked the door open.

"Just get out of my house!" she screamed, chasing after him as he stormed out of the bedroom, his fists clenched at his sides.

She followed him to the door, her eyes passing by Sam's shocked expression. God, he looked so damn charming.

Finn charged towards the door, his hand gripping the doorknob tightly, turning slowly towards her in assurance.

"Seriously, Finn, leave." She really meant it.

He said nothing, whipping the door open as he slipped through the opening, closing it without another word.

Rachel sighed heavily, leaning her forehead against the wood of the door. Must everything be so dramatic?
"Wow, that was intense."

She smiled widely, slowly turning to the beautiful voice of her date. Sam stared at her, his eyebrows arched as he fumbled with his hands.

"You're early," she stated, seductively walking towards him. This was it, she knew it, and she wanted to have meaninglessly sex with a hot stranger. Was that so bad? It's been so long since she's been intimate with someone. She needed to release the tension.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, I just couldn't wait . . ."

She grinned devilishly. Bad girls are sexy right?

"Well, I feel bad you had to see that, boys can be so . . . tight." Her fingers ghosted over the collar of his shirt, trailing down his stomach. She popped a button from his top, smiling nervously.

No, she needed to do this; she needed to release the pressure. They can get to know each after they made that sort of commitment. He has to stick around after they've had sex right? He can't just leave the morning after. They were going to have their fairytale.

After the scene with Finn at the restaurant, they talked for hours. That's enough time to have sex with someone isn't it? She can't be a prude forever.

"You look incredibly hot right know," he slithered, his hands roaming her body. Hot. He said hot, that's the key word. He didn't say beautiful or gorgeous, he said hot, and that means he's just as interested in doing it with her as she is with him.

She licked her lips. "And you look incredibly sexy." Sexy. That's another keyword.

Rachel leaned up and pressed her lips against his. Her head spun when he eagerly responded. "I think we should stop talking," he whispered against her mouth.

She captured his lips with hers again and pushed him back against the nearest wall. His hands cupped her thighs and he pushed her up against the wall so she could wrap herself around his waist. He put both hands on her back so he could carry her to the one of the bedrooms. She secretly hoped Kurt or Quinn wouldn't mind.

Stumbling into the room, he laid her on the mattress of the bed, and took his place between her knees. This was really happening, wasn't it? Goodbye innocence.

Rachel leaned up. Her chest heaved as she tried to steady her breath enough to speak. "You're not going to regret this right?" She took the hem of his blue shirt and unbuttoned it, pulling it over his head.

"No, I promise." His fingers fumbled as he unzipped the side of her dress. Stepping off the bed, he took it off her, his eyes widening as he saw her naked form.

She frowned when a chuckle escaped his lips.

"What is it?" she asked, instantly moving her hands to cover her body. Insecure, she crossed her arms over her small chest.

He analyzed her frame, shaking his head in disapproval.

"When I saw you wearing that cherry dress at the restaurant, I thought it was cute, but this is just embarrassing."

Each set of words pinched her heart painfully, and she gulped down the burning ache in her throat. "W-what?"

"Matching pokadot underwear and bra?" he chuckled, "my head says one thing, but my dick says another."

She could feel the tears brim at the edge of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall; show him he's hurting her. "We're about to have sex, and you're worried about the undergarments I'm wearing?"

He shrugged, pulling his shirt over his head. "What you wear says something about the person, and I just don't have the patience to deal with a child."

"Is having meaningless sex childish to you?" she questioned, standing up quickly from the messy mattress.

"No, it's just not worth it to have it with a child."

And with that, he walked out of the room.

She could feel the tears dripping down her cheeks, as she found her dress, zipping it back up her side. She ran out after him, stepping out of the apartment room, following Sam's path.

"God, you're such an asshole!" she screamed, slamming her front door behind her. Sam turned around, smirking wildly. "Aren't I the second boy to walk out of your apartment today wanting nothing to do with you?"

A soft sob escaped her lips as her fists clenched at her sides. "Finn is a much better man than you will ever be."

Sam chuckled sarcastically. "I'm sure he is. Goodnight, kiddo."

Rachel shook her head in humiliation as she slumped her body against the wall outside her apartment, her legs cramping at the embarrassment. The elevator bell rang on the floor, and she stood up straightly, quickly wiping the smudged mascara and lay messily on her cheeks.

"Rachel?"

Her head snapped up at the sound of her name being called, her heart filling with need as she saw Finn step out of the elevator, his quizzed eyebrows perked up in confusion.

"W-what are you doing out here?" she stuttered, sniffling lowly into her hands. He shook his head, trying to wrap his mind about the unexpected scene.

"I was just about to go out and visit a friend."

Rachel tilted her head to the side. "Who?"

"Sant – no, never mind, what the hell are you doing out here crying? Did he hurt you Rachel?" The sympathy in his eyes quickly turned to rage as he fumed in front of her, her fists clenched at his sides. "I swear to God, if he did I'll – "

"Finn?" He stopped his rambling, his expression growing soft at the weakness in her voice. He stared at her in question.

"C-can you just . . . " she stepped towards, suddenly collapsing in the protection of his chest. He acted instantly, catching her with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

"He was disgusted with me Finn, and I – I am just so . . . so embarrassed – "
"Hey," he whispered, cradling her head softly and picking her face up to look at him. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about okay? Everything about you is perfect, Rach, don't let anyone make you feel any less than that."

She sobbed harshly against his chest, her tears forming wet puddles on his shirt. "I'm not perfect, Finn, not even close to it."

Finn weaved his hands through her hair, pressing his lips to her forehead softly. God, if only she knew.

Aw poor Rachel! But yay Finchel! Always has the sweetest moments those two:) Okay so yeah I hope you loved it, and next update will probably be monday! Here are some spoiler quotes for the next chapter:

"You look like a smurf."

"Don't say anything rude, she's really hurting."

"Most awkward date of my life. I cried for two days straight."

What character do you think said what? Comment in the review section! Also, Blaine will be introduced next chapter:) Review please, love you guys xoxo.

PS: FINCHEL SEX IN THREE DAYS!

PPS: For the reviewer who accused me of stealing lines from 'Private Lessons' . . . ? Seriously, thats insulting because I have never even heard of that fanfic, I am sorry you feel that way but I have never stolen anything from that fanfic, I am taking full responsibility and credit of my words. So please, I have done no such thing, and it hurts for you to think that. PPPS: Okay so for the last time, omg lol:p uhmm for 'The Imperfectionist' uhmm okay so yeah I checked out Private Lessons, and they seemed semi similar, so i deleted the parts that are the same so i didn't have to deal with all the unfair reviews. So can we just end this? I did not steal any, and im sorry for those who feel that i did? So yeah, Private Lessons had some usual writings, you cant just accuse every single person who uses the word 'peel' you know? I go to thesaurus to get better words, I did no such thing. So please just end it, please...THANK YOU!