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Ahhh! OMG guys, it's here, it's chapter twelve, aka the second part of the gala! Ahem, also a new record, because I haven't gone past chapter ten in my recent novels. Anyways, this chapter has lots of drama so sit back and enjoy because you'll be in for some shocks! I also hope you'll give Rachel a chance in this one, she's just confused about her relationship with Jesse, don't insult her decisions okay? Anyways, ENJOY MY LOVELIES! HOPE YOU LOVE IT!
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Chapter Twelve:
The Gala Part 2
"No! Stop!"
Rachel stared in shock as she witnessed Jesse straddling Blaine on the floor, his fist pounding with Blaine's bleeding face. Kurt's hands were trembling as he attempted to peel Jesse off of his boyfriend, his cries growing stronger and louder.
She felt Finn's hand leave hers as he ran forward, pushing Kurt aside. He wrapped his arms securely around Jesse's waist, pulling him upwards from Blaine. Jesse struggled against Finn's iron cage, his face red with rage.
Kurt rushed over to Blaine's side, a damp cloth ready in his hands. He patched Blaine's blotchy face with the material, cleaning the pouring blood from his ripped skin. Jesse broke free from Finn's grip, turning around and shoving against his chest. Finn stumbled subconsciously over his feet, falling backwards to the hard tile of the ballroom.
"Finn!" Rachel cried as she jolted towards him. She knelt down beside him, placing her hands on either side of his cheeks. "Are you okay?" she asked, her thumb stroking his skin softly. He stared up at her in shock at his fall, nodding in bewilderment. She breathed out in relief, leaning forward, her head falling against his heaving chest.
"What the hell is going on?" Puck yelled as he made his way through the crowd of surprised people. Rachel looked up to find Quinn standing beside him, her hand clasped over her mouth. "What did you do to him!" Quinn yelled as she ran towards Blaine on the floor. Rachel tore her burning eyes away from them, focusing her concentration on Finn's dress shirt.
"The fag got what he deserved, flaunting his stupid gayness, it should seriously be banned from all nations. It's disgusting."
Rachel's eyes stung with tears at the relation to his words, a picture of her and her fathers flashing through her memories. Finn placed a reassuring hand on her face, noticing her discomfort. She dunked her head against the crook of his neck, desperately trying to forget about the insulting words.
Puck stared at Jesse in bewilderment, his fist clenching at the issue. "You ignorant bastard," he hissed before he lunged towards him, tackling him to the ground of the hall. Gasps were heard from the overseeing people, as muscular men came to break up the fight that apprised.
"Get off of me," Jesse rasped, punching against Puck's flesh. He grunted in displeasure as Puck was lifted off of him, fixing his quizzed hair. "Touch me again Puckerman and your ass is sued," he hissed. He turned towards Rachel, who was still crouching beside Finn, a single tear slipping from her eyes.
"You coming darling?" he asked sweetly. Rachel stood up slowly, wiping her wet faces with pads of her thumb. She stepped towards him, her eyes full with debate. And then her right hand contacted with the side of his face.
Jesse's head snapped away at the forced contact, his skin stinging fierily. He turned towards Rachel in shock, his mouth agape in confliction. She looked just as confused as he did as she walked away from the silent and surprised crowd, her tears flowing freely down her hurtful expression.
She let herself out of the hall through the back doors, finding herself in a dark alley outside of the building, her body pressed against the trash tank. Sobs escaped her lips as despair and pain finally awoken her fearful mind of confusion. She wiped away the tears subconsciously, freeing her face from all makeup.
The back doors swung open and Jesse stalked through, his fists clenched at his side in rage. "You bitch," he growled as he stepped towards her, trapping her against the brick wall. "You don't get to humiliate me!" Jesse roared. Rachel stared up at him in hatred, shoving against his pumped chest. "You're absolutely sick, Jesse. I can't believe I've been so blinded by our mutual likes to realize how much of a dick you are. Did you know that my parents are gay? Yeah, two dads, and they have more heart in one ass cheek than you do in your entire body."
She pushed him once more, ripping herself free from his hold as she stepped away from him, blazing with anger. Jesse smirked as he watched her go, reaching forward and gripping her wrist tightly. "Let go of me!" she cried when he pulled her towards him. He chuckled suspiciously at her struggles.
"Jesse," she rasped, gasping at his tightening grip, "stop it, you're hurting me!" She raised her hand subconsciously to his face, until Jesse grabbed that hand too, pinning it at her side. "Don't you dare slap me," he growled.
"Let her go."
Rachel felt Finn's voice tickle behind her, signaling his presence. She turned her head slightly behind her, meeting Finn's cold eyes, staring heartlessly at Jesse. He grabbed Rachel's arms, peeling her free from Jesse's strong hold.
Jesse chuckled shortly as Rachel fell into Finn's embrace, his smile sickening. "Go ahead, have fun with her, nothing better than a two-dollar whore and – "
Finn whipped his arm back, snapping his clenched fist forward against Jesse's cheek, his head spinning at the contact. A soft scream escaped Rachel's lips at the unexpected action, and she flinched as the force of Finn's punch brought Jesse harshly to the ground.
Rachel stared down at Jesse in shock, noticing a dribble of red drooling from the corner of his mouth. He slowly crippled up from the ground, draping his wrist against his lips to stop the flow of blood. He pointed a drooping finger at Rachel, swaying slightly. "Have fun with the rest of your miserable life," he chuckled.
Rachel's expression crumbled at the comment, her face breaking into a mixture of hurt and anger. "Fuck you," she growled. Jesse shrugged and he gave the finger to the both of them before turning around, holding his blazing cheek as he walked away from the pair, leaving them stranded alone in the dark alley.
Silence overtook the thick atmosphere as Rachel stared helplessly at the brick wall, shivering in bewilderment. Finn sighed heavily, stripping himself from his dress jacket easily, slipping it on her trembling shoulders. He rested his chin near the crook of her neck, exhaling deeply. "Come on," he whispered softly, "I'll take you home."
Rachel shook her head firmly, turning slowly towards him. She gripped the jacket on her tightly, a hopeless tear sliding hurtfully down her cheek. "No, I can't go there, I can't see Kurt." She sniffled harshly, folding her fingers over her features, blocking her face in shame. Finn grabbed her wrists, gently pulling her hands to her side. He trailed his finger along the scale of her arm, crawling against the skin of her jaw. He stopped there, hooking his finger under her chin, tilting Rachel's head up towards him.
"Come on, you can sleep at my place, I'll take the couch."
Rachel stared up at him in bewilderment, confusion written clearly on her face. "W-what about Santana?" she questioned, the memory of her words flashing through her mind like a movie projector. I need to show my dress to Finn to spot where all zippers are, her voice echoed, you know, so after the gala, it won't be that hard to get me out of.
Finn raised a quizzed eyebrow at her, his lips slightly parting. "What about her?" he retorted, a confused smile gracing his features. Rachel's eyebrows pinched together, a feeling of relief coursing through her. She closed her eyes, shaking her head wildly. "Noth-nothing, I just thought . . ." Her words trailed off loosely as Finn glared at her, his expression full of complication.
He brushed away the stray hair that stuck to her eyelashes, pulling it tightly over her ear. "You just thought what?" he murmured, his voice toned with concern. Rachel shook in bewilderment, pressing her fingers lightly to the ache in her forehead. "Uhm, nothing, it's nothing." She breathed out heavily, tilting her head towards the end of the dark alley. "Come on, the apartment isn't too far from her, let's start walking before it gets too late."
The walk was silent, no one said a word, but they knew what the other was thinking just by one given look. Rachel desperately tried to rid the picture of Jesse from her mind, but she just couldn't fathom how stupid and immature she was about her relationship with him.
Noah was right; she really screwed up this time.
How could she not see it? Sure, he was charming when they were alone, but how could she be so blinded to realize that he was a harsh homophobe. She felt exposed, naked, under skin she could barely remember. She knew it, while trying to find love; she lost herself along the way. And that hurt more than any insult Sam could ever say, or any lies that Blaine could ever tell her, or even the fact that Jesse was emotionally scarring her best friend.
She looked up at Finn as he led her into the apartment building, smiling sweetly at him. Out of all the men she's been with, Finn was the only one who understood her, the only one who accepted her. He was the only one who kept her grounded . . .
"Home, sweet home," Finn sighed as he opened the front door to his apartment room. He looked down at Rachel, giving her a reassuring grin. She falsely returned the gesture, stepping over the threshold of the welcome mat.
She looked around the familiar setting, resting her purse on the coffee table beside the living room couch. Finn rounded around her to the kitchen, the echo of the water hitting the metal from the tap of the sink sounding throughout the room. "Where's Noah?" she wondered aloud, shrugging out of his dress jacket. Finn returned from the kitchen, a glass of water in his large hands.
"He talked to me before I left to get you," he explained as he handed her the cup, "he said he was staying over at your place to help out with Kurt. I guess he'll be staying over." Rachel nodded at the new set of information, her heart swelling at the assumed state Kurt must be in. Finn seemed to notice her concern, and he reached out, pulling the glass of water to her lips.
"Drink, you'll feel better," he demanded. Rachel grinned, sipping back the water calmly. She sighed heavily in happiness as the warm silk of liquid soothed her dry throat. She held the cup up for him to take, and he gripped it from her prying hands, resting it on the wooden table. Finn cocked his head toward the direction of his bedroom, taking her hand in his much larger one. "Come on, I'll grab you some extra blankets, get you settled in."
Rachel nodded, letting him lead her to his bedroom. She sagged against his arm, tiredness drooping over as her eyelids rolled shut. Finn opened the door to his room, flipping the light switch on with his free hand. He chuckled as he looked down at her, noticing her half-sleeping form. He shook her lightly. "Wake up Rach, you can fall asleep as soon as I get you the blankets."
He sat her on his mattress, leaning forward to press his lips softly against her forehead. The small touch caused her heart to flutter, getting rid of any tiredness she was feeling. "Stay awake for me will ya?" he teased. She bit on her lip anxiously, watching as he stood up quickly, bolting out of the room.
Rachel's eyes trailed along the interior design of his bedroom, smiling at the memories and laughter they shared together. She nervously played with her fingers, sinking her teeth into the flesh of her lips. Through all the lies, through all the hurt, Finn was always there for her. He deserved everything, but recently she's been making every excuse to keep her distance from him. She was ruining the only friendship she had left.
Finn stepped in the frame of the doorway, a pile of blankets folded in his arms. He tossed them towards her, and they fell scattered across the bed. "The green one is thicker than the blue, just thought you might know if you get too hot in the middle of the night," he explained, pointing his fingers at material. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom.
She gulped harshly, staring up at him with sulked eyes, the back of her head stinging with unshed tears. Finn looked at her in confusion, tilting his head to the side. "You okay?" he asked, seeing her tense form. Rachel shook her head slowly, allowing one single tear to fall helplessly down her cheek.
"I lied to you tonight," she whispered brokenly; the confession of her words aching painfully in the heart. He arched an eyebrow at her. "What?"
"About Jesse," she told him further. "He wasn't my boyfriend, we only went out twice and I didn't exactly see it going anywhere I . . . I lied to you. And I'm sorry," she admitted. Droplets of water were falling freely from the brim of her eyes, dripping down to the edge of her chin.
Finn's lips parted slightly, relief and confusion mixing with his emotions. "Why would you lie?" he wondered aloud, taking a step towards her. She laughed out sarcastically; shrugging her slumped and tired shoulders. "I don't know, to make you mad, to . . . make you feel how I've been feeling for the past month. I messed this up, our friendship, I seem to be doing that a lot lately." She struggled to keep it together as harsh sobs threatened to spill from her mouth, making it harder to stay calm.
Finn pushed himself off the doorframe, walking towards her slowly. He sat himself on the bed beside her, turning his body towards her on the mattress. "What have you been feeling this past month?" he asked with concern. She shook her head blankly, staring at him with despaired eyes. "I don't know what to feel anymore," she told him, a soft sob following her words.
Finn ran his hands through his hair in frustration, as she watched with misty eyes, dreading the turn in their conversation. "Tell me Rachel! Tell me how you feel. For once, I want to know exactly what you're feeling."
She stood up angrily, stomping her foot as she turned towards him, her hands thrown in exasperation. "God Finn, why is it so important to you!"
"Because then I'll know that how I'm feeling about you isn't impossible."
Her eyes widened in shock at his sudden outburst of words, gulping harshly. Her blood pounded thickly against her eyes, her heart beating frantically in her solid chest. Finn analyzed her expression carefully, watching her every feature as his confession lingered in the thick air.
"W-what?"
He sighed, looking away from her unreadable face. "I have no idea what the hell is going on with me, seriously, every time I feel like I'm getting my emotions together, they always end up scattered." He lifted his head up, locking her gaze with his securely. "All I know is that I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with you, and I'm just too stupid and stubborn to realize it, but I am, and I want to know you feel about that, because I – "
Rachel grabbed his face tightly in her small hands, crashing her lips roughly upon his. She felt him tense against her, his lips frozen on hers, and she immediately pulled back, fearing that she overstepped the boundaries. Their eyes locked longingly, as they stared hopelessly into each other's eyes. "Finn, I am so sorry . . ."
He smiled sweetly at her, trailing his fingers across her fiery skin, holding her face between his much larger hands. He rubbed the tears from her face with pads of his thumb, soothing her cheeks gently. "I've been wanting you to do that for a while now," he murmured softly, his gaze falling upon her parted lips.
Rachel's mouth twitched into a small smile, and she leaned forward slowly, almost torturously, towards him. She stood between his legs, trembling as she hesitantly closed the distance between them, her lips finding his once more.
She moaned slightly as she felt him respond, his soft lips reciprocating against hers like light pedals. Her hands moved silently along his face, gripping his cheeks tightly as he sucked on her bottom lip, then running his tongue soothingly over his mark. Finn arms moved to encircle around her waist, pulling her closer towards him lovingly. He sighed against her mouth as she trailed her fingers along his chest, pushing him back gently.
He slowly leaned backwards, propping his elbows on the mattress as Rachel fell forward, straddling his lap, her knees on either side of his body. Her heart fluttered dreamily as Finn's hands roamed her body, feeling and cherishing her every curve. She pulled back slightly to look at him, smiling to see his lips swollen from her kisses. They gazed longingly at each other as Rachel lifted her thumb towards his face, soothing his lips lightly.
"Am I her?" she whispered softly, her eyes flickering from his own to his mouth, "the girl you told me you were falling in love with?"
He smiled widely at her, pressing his lips to hers briefly. "I've never felt that way about Santana, she was my girlfriend because I knew we could never take our friendship to that level, so I tried to find someone, distract me from trying not to fall in love with you." He brushed her hair gently away from the frame of her face, his fingers lingering on the skin of her cheek. "It's always been you."
She stared contently at him, her lips parting slightly at his loving confession. She gasped in pure bliss as she pressed her lips to his roughly, the contact forcing him to fully fall backwards on the bed. He groaned in pleasure as his head hit the soft pillows, capturing Rachel's hips tightly and tugging her to the other side of the mattress. He hovered over her in awe, kissing her passionately as she moaned against him.
His hands slid gently against her arm, clasping his fingers between hers tightly, intertwining their hands. He ravished her mouth desperately, but found his will, as he pulled back in reassurance. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, slightly breathless.
She nodded firmly, biting on her lip nervously. Finn hesitated, slowly pressing his lips against her, as his hands moved along her backside, trailing on her skin to unclasp her bra.
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Whoa! What just happened? That's right guys, in case you haven't noticed, FINN AND RACHEL DO HAVE SEX! How much of a twist do you think that is, haha. And also try not to judge Rachel in this one, she's trying here alright guys? Anyways, hope you loved this chapter and I would absolutely LOVE to hear your reviews and comments, and what you think about Rachel and Finn's big step to the next level! Also, not going to be posting any more spoilers for the rest of this novel, because I don't want to give ANY hints away that could lead to you guessing what happens in the next chapter. Alright, love ya guys and PRETTY PLEASE REVIEW:D
PS, ONLY FIVE MORE CHAPTERS! :O