AN: Someone once told me that about five chapters in was just about the right spot to include some smut. So that means the rating goes up this chapter. Hope you guys like it.

Pretending to date Finn… wasn't the worst thing she'd ever done. It had been a few weeks already, and she's been slowly getting used to him again. There was no way in hell she'd ever let him get close to her again, but it felt nice to have someone other than Santana caring about her. He liked to bring her coffee to class and hold her hand as he walked her back to her car. It was sweet.

That didn't mean that she wasn't still constantly on guard, but she did her best to keep her claws firmly sheathed. It wasn't fair to either of them for her to act like she had been. They had to work together if they really wanted to make it through this. He'd taken her on a few other dates always too busy but intimate restaurants—the kind of places that made sure they would be seen. She couldn't help but hate how she was starting to remember what a nice guy he really was. Underneath all of the bravado and frat-boy exterior, Finn was kind of a sweetheart.

He'd taken to sitting behind her in history class and then walking her to her Shakespearian theater class that she had right after it, and today was no different. When the professor dismissed them, Finn grabbed her bag throwing it over his shoulder and taking her hand as they walked away from the classroom. "So Rachel, I was thinking you should come over for family dinner. Meet my mom and stuff?" He said holding the door open for her when they stepped outside.

"Isn't that a little much? I mean… I'm not really your girlfriend. Is there a real reason for me to meet her?" She still didn't want to get any closer to him than absolutely necessary. All of this cute flirty stuff in public was fine but meeting his mother—that meant emotions. That means feelings and connection and things she really didn't have the gall to deal with. She'd loved Finn Hudson once, and it nearly destroyed her when she could no longer look at him, and she wasn't willing to fall into that same trap again. Rachel had secrets that she intended on keeping and eating dinner with his mother wouldn't help with that goal at all.

He held her hand a little more tightly in his and put on his best 'convincing Rachel' face, "Come on, Rach—"

"Ah—hey! What's the rule?"

"I'm not allowed to call you 'Rach,'" He said chagrinned.

Satisfied she nodded approvingly, "Yes. Now continue."

"As I was saying," he poked her in the side and made her giggle, "I think it's a good idea for you to meet my mom. She's really awesome, and she's going to make a great pretend-future-in-law in a few months. I want you to get to know her now."

They stopped in front of the theater building as Finn gave her bag back, "Fair enough. When are you planning this?"

"Great! Tonight at mom and Burt's penthouse. Mom's making some vegan lasagna thing for you. I'll pick you up at 6:15?" Rachel stood there and sputtered a little at him.

"Really? You didn't even think of asking me earlier or…" again she said, "Really? I can't believe you wouldn't even think about making arrangements for if I said no. What if I have work to do? I am in a lot of classes, Finn."

"Rach," This time she didn't correct him. She wasn't sure if he did it on purpose to annoy her or if it was just a reflex, but she didn't feel like correcting him again, "Calm down. I'm sure you won't have work and if you do I can stay up and keep you company. This means a lot to my mom, and I figured I would be able to convince you."

She rolled her eyes at him and he ducked down a little. Rachel knew what was coming, and she quickly turned her head so that his soft lips brushed against her cheek. Kissing him would be too much.

"Okay, here's a good question. Why the hell is a girl like you at a party like this?" It's not quite a slur because he's not quite drunk—yet.

She smirks at him liking the feeling of wickedness it brings her. She feels bad. "I have daddy issues. Two of them. Who didn't show up to my first starring performance." With every swig she takes from the bottle, it burns a little less.

Rachel is most of the way to drunk, and Finn doesn't seem too far behind. "Daddy issues? That's no reason to come to me. I'm not really the 'shoulder to cry on' type, Rach." After the third swig he'd started calling her Rach. She kind of really likes it.

She laughs whole-heartedly, "That's rich. I'm not looking for a shoulder to cry on, sweetie. I'm looking for a good time. Your reputation precedes you and to my delight you even had some good whiskey stashed away." To prove her point she takes another swig before passing it back to him. They're lying on his bed each of them on their side facing each other. She can count every freckle on the bridge of his nose in the yellow half-light of his bedside lamp.

"I'm glad I can be of service." His hand is on her hip now; the bottle of Jack has been laid aside. The large palm ghosts under her shirt before dipping back under her shorts to stroke the soft flesh between her panties and her hip bone. Her breath is coming in harsh pants already as they both lean forward into a whiskey flavored kiss.

She's never kissed anyone like this before. Finn rolls their bodies so that his weight is resting on top of her. His lips are softer than she expected on her own as his teeth nip at her bottom lip. The whiskey and the anger have her just loose enough that she doesn't really think about anything. There is the feel of his cock as she presses her hand against it in his pants. The sound of his zipper and the pant of breath near her ear as his tongue works at her neck.

There is the feeling of air hitting her nipples as he takes her shirt and bra off. The feeling of Finn everywhere. She's not really new to this. She and Jesse St. James had been intimate a few times back in high school, but she's never done it like this. Fast and dirty and drunk drunk drunk.

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Rachel keeps writhing around like a woman possessed. He can tell that she's really into this as he sucks a pert dark little nipple into his mouth. Finn scrapes his teeth along her sensitive flesh before swirling his tongue around her. Her fingers keep scraping up and down his back. At some point, his shirt had come off too, and now they're both just rolling around doing their best to make each other come apart without actually haven gotten to the sex part yet. Rachel's tiny hand keeps wrapping around his dick and driving him crazy until he finally crashes his lips against hers, again his hands working on undoing her shorts and shoving them down her legs along with her panties.

Finn pulls away from her for just a moment to push his own pants down before nestling himself between her legs again. Rachel's legs lock around his hips pulling him closer and closer as she grinds against him. It's nearly too much for him to handle as she whines his name, her whiskey breath fanning across his face. He puts his hand between them guiding himself to her entrance before pushing inside of her.

Fuck she is tight. And wet. And he's lucky that his little problem isn't too bad anymore because if he was sixteen he would've blown his load already. Rachel keeps rocking her hips impatiently against his, her heels digging into his backside in an attempt to bring him farther inside of her. Apparently even his thrusting isn't satisfactory enough for her because she somehow manages to use her petite little 5'2'' frame to flip him over. It's really not a bad view.

Her breasts bounce in the golden light of his room as she rides him her hair falling out of its ponytail and sticking to her glossy lips. It's cherry lip gloss, and he can still taste it on his lips. Cherries and whiskey and Rachel. It's really not a bad combination.

She leans over to kiss him again mumbling how close she is, and he does the gentlemanly thing and brings his hand down to massage her clit. Rachel's nails dig into his shoulders as he muffles her loud moaning with kisses, her internal muscles clenching around him again and again until he comes as well sucking on her tongue. He rolls over slowly, pulling out of her as she comes to rest, laying across his chest.

They're hot and sweaty and panting and completely spent when his too drunk brain realizes it. "Fuck."

"What is it, Finny?" Rachel mumbles sleepily from her spot on him.

"Shit. I didn't wear a condom. I forgot a fucking—"

She laughs a little, and he's about to call her crazy when she eases his worries, "I'm clean, and I'm on the pill. Please, please, please tell me you don't have herpes or something."

Rachel says it all without lifting her head from its place on his chest, and he has to laugh a little too, "Clean."

"Good. Night, Finny." And Rachel just kind of passes out.

He picked her up at her apartment at a quarter after six exactly as promised. Santana gave him the death glare as per usual, but Rachel seemed to be in a surprisingly happy mood. Her accounting course at the end of the day had apparently gone very well, and she'd even had a pleasant phone conversation with her fathers. He knew her relationship with the two men was tenuous at best so he was glad to hear that she'd had at least one pleasant interaction with them.

"Mom is really excited to meet you, Rachel," He made sure to call her Rachel this time, "Kurt wanted to meet you too, but he has some fashion thing he's doing tonight—maybe another time. You two would get along really well."

Nodding along to his words she asked him a question, "What's your mom's name again? I don't—I don't know why—I'm just nervous about this. I mean it's your mom. What if she doesn't like me? And why do I even want her to like me if—if this isn't real and just…"

"Whoa there, Rach, it's just dinner. I'm sure she'll love you, and her name is Carole." It'd been a while since he'd been privy to a Rachel Berry rant, and he had to admit it was one of the few things that made some of those nasty, crazy-person, rumors about her seem true. Rachel had a knack for talking about random things in a circular pattern.

He reached over and grabbed her hand from her lap stroking the delicate skin there and lacing his fingers through hers. They'd been getting more and more tactile in more private places lately, but Rachel still wouldn't let him kiss her—even in public. Finn really wanted to know if she still wore that same lip gloss.

There was a good spot on the street outside of the apartment so he parked there before he greeted the doorman, and he and Rachel walked towards the elevators. The penthouse might be Finn's favorite of all of Burt's properties with the definite exception of the beach house. Still the penthouse had one of the best views in the city—besides the one walking behind Rachel up the steps. He noticed that Rachel had changed from her school outfit into something a little more formal. Her skirt and blouse combination made her look like a librarian. And not the kind that appeared in actual libraries.

Shit, he needed to calm his libido if they were going to be having dinner with his mother, and the girl won't even let him kiss her.

Knocking on the door, Rachel started to fiddle with the hem of his shirt, and he smiled a little at her taking her hand in his again. They'd been doing a lot of hand-holding recently. Carole threw open the door, immediately enveloping both of them in a lopsided hug. "Oh Finn, I'm so happy you two could make it!"

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The smell wafting to her from the open door was delicious as Finn's mother held him at arm's length surveying his lanky form with a keen eye and declaring that he needed to eat more, and she had just the thing. Carole invited them into the apartment before turning to Rachel. She was a little shocked at the sheer beauty of it. The entire far wall is a giant window that overlooks Central Park. "And you," Carole said gently gripping Rachel's wrist, "Much be Rachel. I have to say, I've heard an awful lot about you, Miss. Berry."

Rachel let out a nervous laugh, "All good things I hope."

"My son is quite smitten with you, you know. Always has been." Rachel turned to look at Finn and realized that his cheeks were red and he was sending his mother the sign to JUST PLEASE STOP.

Burt showed up then wearing a nice looking sport coat and holding some glasses of white wine. "I hope none of you mind—I just assumed everyone would like some. Rachel, it's great to see you again. I hear you and Finn are hitting things off again." They each took their glass of wine from Burt before Carole waved them all off to the dining room so she could serve dinner.

The vegan lasagna was absolutely to die for, and Rachel spent the entire evening captivated by the view. Dinner with the Hummel's went exceedingly well. She learned some adorably embarrassing stories about tiny Finn and saw some even more embarrassing photographs. She and Carole even bonded over a shared loathing of spiders when one of them crawled across the floor during the card game after dinner only to be killed by Finn's foot.

As Finn drove her back to her apartment, she couldn't help but think that it wouldn't be all that bad. This life that seemed so normal and happy. And then she remembered. She couldn't do it. She could never have Finn or his family or any of it because of a few stupid mistakes and lies that run too deeply to divulge. She built walls for a reason, and that reason was to keep Finn in the dark, and their new situation doesn't change any of that.

AN: Wow, I haven't written smut outside of RP in ages. Hope it wasn't too terrible. Please, keep up the awesome feedback guys! I hope you like reading this as much as I love writing it.