Heyy guys! Back with the last chapter of hunted!:( This chapter is totally unrealistic, LOL, but whatevs it Finchel and Fanfiction so I guess anything can happen:) ENJOY!

Chapter Fourteen:

Falling Under

Rachel shifts comfortably on his lap, her face hidden in the crook of his neck as he holds her tightly on the chair. He looks around his surroundings, taking in the medicine, the equipment of the back of the ambulance truck. Sighing, he bounces Rachel on his legs, waiting impatiently for the officer to come back so they can just get over the questionnaire.

It's been about two hours since the defense murder of Jesse, Azimio, Rick and Karofsky. Finn and Rachel have been answering questions for the police after they found them in the basement when a neighbor made a call claiming they heard a gun shot. They were immediately brought outside and placed in the back of the ambulance as detectives searched the scene. No charges are made, since it was a crime of self - defense, and right now, all he wants to do is clean his and Rachel's body from blood, and just end this damn day.

"Are we almost done?" Rachel murmurs sleepily, her mouth moving against the skin of his throat as she talks. He hugs her a little tighter as he nods, kissing her forehead softly. "As soon as Officer Gate comes back, and we finish our interviews, we'll be gone," he promises. She sighs against him, and he can feel her eyelids flapping against his skin as she closes them.

Finn threads his hand through her hair, swallowing thickly at the thought of what he put her through tonight. Almost death, multiple cuts and bruising's, a night that will haunt her in her nightmares forever. She's going to go through exactly what he went through when he moved to Lima - isolation, dread, apathy, all the emotions of udder despair and depression.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Officer Gate says as he stumbles back into the truck. He takes a seat opposite him and Rachel, setting his notepad and pen on his lap. "So, we've already covered the murder of Jesse and the rest of them, but I understand that your adoptive parents were killed tonight also, am I right?"

Finn gulps, and if it weren't for the comforting kisses to the base of his throat sent by Rachel, he would be crying right now. He nods slowly, his eyes anywhere but Officer Gate's. "Yes," he answers hoarsely, "Karofsky stabbed my adoptive father, and Azimio slit my adoptive mother's throat. There's no mystery or investigation behind that, I saw it with my own eyes." He blinks back the memories, the images of his dead guardians . . .

Officer Gate looks at him in sympathy. "Well I'm sorry to hear that you've witnessed it. We have officials at the crime scene right now cleaning up the bodies. I'm guessing you don't want to manage the funeral, so is there anyone you know from their family who would?"

No one. Finn literally knows no one from their relatives or friends or anything. God, they all think they're still alive probably, who the hell is going to tell them they're dead? That they're son or daughter or aunt or uncle or friend is dead. Gone. Never coming back.

Officer Gate sighs when Finn doesn't answer, scribbling something down in his notepad. "Don't worry son, we can contact one of their family members ourselves. I believe you two need some rest, we've rented a hotel room for the both of you. I'm sorry to say you'll have to stay another night here, because tomorrow we will have to go through more documentations and interviews, and the Mayor will be wanting answers, so you both need your rest." He ends his speaking with a slight smile and a pat on the back. He gets up, motioning for Finn to follow him out of the truck.

Finn cradles Rachel in his arms as he stands, carrying her in his embrace. He crawls into the backseat of a police car that Officer Gate is driving, keeping Rachel steady on his lap. He can feel her small snores fan against his neck, and he smiles, despite himself, because it's kind of adorable. If it were anyone else, he would only frown.

It takes them about half an hour to get to the hotel, and by that time, Rachel is suddenly awake in his arms. She climbs out of the back when they come to a stop, folding her arms across her chest. "Come on kids," Officer Gate motions, leading the two teenagers inside. He checks in - ignoring the stares the receptionist gives them for their bloodied clothes - and walks them upstairs to their room in silence. He stands beside the door, 208, opening it with the key.

"You'll be staying here for the night," he says, holding the door open with his foot. He stares inside, then looking back to Finn and Rachel. "There's two queen size beds, so you won't need to be worried about . . . " he trails off, knowing it's best not to continue. Officer Gate then shuffles his hands in his pockets, giving them a fifty dollar bill. "In case your hungry, or anything." Giving one last nod, he pats Finn on the back and touches Rachel's arm. "I'll see you in the morning. It's been a long day, try to get some rest."

Officer Gate leaves without another word, and Finn and Rachel stare after him before sharing a knowing look. She sighs heavily, turning away from him to walk into the room, Finn following behind. It's just two beds and a desk, and he watches from the door as Rachel makes her way to the mattress closest to the window. She sits on the edge, taking off her shoes and socks, but not laying down, just sitting there, staring at the wall across from her.

Finn stares at her, leaning against the door frame in thought. Her hair is pulled back in a loose pony tail, her skin and clothes tattered with blood and tears. She's got a lengthy cut that runs across the right side of her face, followed by a couple of bruises pressed along her body. He gulps harshly, knowing that the health examination they both got by a paramedic wasn't enough to heal her. Her eyes are fixed in front of her, and she looks lost, so lost and broken.

He pushes himself off of the door frame, slipping his shoes off before walking towards her. Kneeling down in front of her, he grabs her hands in his, playing with the small of her fingers. "I hate that you love me," he whispers, his eyes focused on their intertwined hands. "Me, a monster, someone who almost got you killed tonight."

Finn looks up at her then, not expecting to see her eyes fixated on his. She reaches forward and silently brushes the knuckles of her hand against his cheek. "Jesse almost got me killed tonight," she mumbles, her eyebrows creased together, "not you." And that's when he see's her bottom lip trembling slightly, that's when he braces himself to face her breakdown. But she bites down on her lip, forcing it to stay still. She will not allow herself to be weak.

"They kept me down there for more than a week," she says, and her tone is different, broken yet constructing. "They barely fed me, and they, they hurt me, Finn." He cringes at her words, but she continues anyways. "All they would do is discuss how they were going to kill you in front of me, and then how they were going to kill me. So when I first saw you, it was awful because I knew they wouldn't hesitate to murder you, but then you - you saved us and - and - "

Her own sob interrupts her as it escapes her mouth, rippling through her body. Finn shifts on his knees, craning his neck to lean his head against her forehead. She grips at his hair, breathing him in as she calms herself. His fingers trace the scars attached to her face, hating himself even more from her injuries. "Even when I had no hope left, even when I thought there was nothing I could do," she begins, her voice trembling, "there you are, standing there in all that is evil and dark."

"You're my hero."

Finn pulls back slightly to catch her eyes with his, and through the tears and despair he see's love and adoration and passion. Hesitantly, he turns his palms in so that they're softly cradling her cheeks. He leans upward as she bends down, their lips meeting in a kiss full of longing and desperation. She whimpers slightly at the contact, her fingers grasping the hair at the back of his neck.

They pull apart from each other just enough for them to look at one another. Breathing heavily, his eyes question hers, and when she nods slowly, he dives in to press his lips against hers again. It's sweet yet rough, slow yet fast, because though he wants to love her and be gentle, it's been ten days since they've been together and he needs her now. She sighs against his mouth, her hands roaming underneath his shirt. She feels his muscles softly flex beneath her hands before pulling the shirt over his head and throwing it to the side.

"I love you," he breathes, and she nods, peppering kisses along his neck. "I know," she responds. Without breaking the kiss, Rachel lowers herself onto the bed, bringing him with her. He hovers over her, his elbows placed on each side of her head to keep himself steady above her.

"Don't leave this time," she whispers into the darkness, their lips grazing each other when she speaks. He pulls back to look at her, his hand threading through the front of her hair.

"Never."

They face each other, the sheets wrapped between their naked limbs. His hands run along the bare of her back as Finn stares at her, his eyes content on her features. Rachel smiles slightly, brushing her fingers across his broad jaw. They know its too early to be smiling and back in love, it's only been a couple hours since they've nearly faced death but, if there's anything that experience taught them, it's to live everyday like its last.

And if it were ever their last day, they would want to spend it with each other.

His lips form small kisses as they press against her nose and eyelids and basically any space of skin he can reach. She sighs underneath him and tilts her face up to attach her lips to his. It's sweet, and when her tongue probes at his mouth, he opens it, inviting all of her in. Her hands cup his jaw, bringing him closer as they drown in each other's sweetness. It's quiet except for the sound of their lips making contact with one another. He feels the upcoming heat and desire burning in him, but before anything else can happen, she pulls away.

Her eyes are round and wide, almost like the thought just occurred to her. "Run away with me," she whispers, her tone serious. It takes a couple of seconds before Finn really registers what she just said. He raises his eyebrows when he realizes she isn't joking, his forehead creasing in confusion. "What?"

"We could do it you know, change our names, just run away," she smiles as if she's warming up to the insanity of the idea. He lets out a low chuckle, because, she can't really be serious. He positions himself so his eyes are looking directly into hers, and they're serious. "Rach," he begins, "the police can find us in a second, and we have no money, and what about school? And your dad - "

"My dad doesn't even know that I've been kidnapped. He's been on that damn business trip, he doesn't care. And school, it's May, and we're in grade twelve, we're basically done. The last month is preparing for graduation anyways," she explains. His eyes are still questioning, so she continues, "we can use the money Officer Gate gave us to take a train back to Ohio. We can change our last names, take all the money and food and clothes that we have and take your truck. We can go anywhere Finn, anywhere but New York or Ohio and we can start a life that - "

He interrupts her with a kiss, his mouth insistent and surprisingly happy against hers as they move against each other. She smiles into the kiss, and he hates how she knows she won. He breaks apart, peppering small kisses against her lips repeatedly. "Yes," he whispers after each kiss. Her smile grows wider and she stills his lips, pushing him back at eye level.

"Yeah? You'll run away with me?" she asks, but he can hear the security in her voice. He grins, and she smiles too, because this plan is so insane and crazy it just might work. Leaving his past behind, starting his future with the woman he wants to spend the rest of eternity with . . .

"Yeah," he agrees, and then they both laugh because this is so crazy. She squeals, and he tackles her then, sealing the agreement with a kiss.

If only life were that easy LMAO! Well anyways, I hope you guys liked this last chapter and the next update will be the epilogue! I have some news on what story I'm going to do next. Since I've got mixed reviews on whether you wanted Comedy or Angst, I'm going to do a medium one-shot occuring around one special event in history for angst. It won't take long and I'm working on it now, and once I'm done that I'm going to be starting comedy called "ONE FOR THE MONEY"

"ONE FOR THE MONEY" is a mixture of '27 Dresses' and 'How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.' THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING SO FAR HEHE!

Anyways hope you liked the chapter!:) READ AND REVIEW! XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOOOO LY.