Authors Note: This is the last section. I know the chapters for this story were much shorter than I usually write, but that's just how I envisioned it. I really hope you enjoy and let me know what think. I really enjoyed writing this.

Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy you should really put Glee up to be publicly traded. It would be better for you and your fans in the long run.

They had won Regionals! None of the students could believe it! Kurt cheered respectively as he saw his former Glee Club jump and cheer as they accepted their trophy. This meant that New Directions was headed off to New York, and for more members of the club than they would admit, the first time they were getting out of Ohio and seeing a new world.

Finn was entranced by the large city. The ethic cultures. The amazing taste of a bagel. The crowds and the noise. He was in love with it all and surprised by how he felt so comfortable there. Finn never figured himself as someone who would enjoy city life as much as he enjoys the suburbs, but being in New York, he never felt more at home. Finn could see himself there forever and he enjoyed that feeling.

Rachel thought it was so cute that Finn was so elated by New York. She had every intention of calling Manhattan home someday and it warmed her heart that her best friend was excited about being there too. After all the drama that happened to Rachel, Finn had somehow forgiven her and let it go, but he made it clear that he didn't want to go back to dating again. Finn was thankful that he and Rachel were able to salvage their friendship, and he didn't want that to be damaged. Rachel, unfortunately, had to respect Finn's stance on the subject, but she would lying if she was less than thrilled. She wanted more. Just like she did in the past.

Finn, Rachel, and the rest of New Directions were enjoying their field trip to New York. They had a whole week there to explore new things and see the sights. One afternoon, walking out of their 35th Street hotel heading down to the Subway, Rachel had an idea as to how she and Finn could spend their afternoon now that rehearsal is over for the day.

"Hey Finn, she says getting his attention as he's about to swipe his Metro Card. "You wanna have the best 6 dollar sandwich of your life?" she asks.

"Yeah!" he replies with boyish excitement as they break apart from the rest of the pack and head towards the downtown B,D, F Orange Line.

"So where are you taking me?" Finn asks once they take their seats on the train.

"Just a few stops away," Rachel nonchalantly responds.

Once they arrive at the Broadway-Lafayette stop, Finn's poor sense of direction goes into overload as he looks out the busy SoHo intersection.

"Follow me," Rachel commands, turgidly pulling him by the arm as they wait for the walk symbol to flash.

It's a very quick two blocks to their destination at the Cosby Connection, a little sandwich shop located inside a small local theater. The cafe with mosaic tile tables, colorful artwork, and large windows feels comforting in its miss-matched atmosphere.

Digging into his large chicken pesto sandwich Finn asks, "So, did you find this place because it's inside a theater?"

"No, I found this place because they were giving out menus by the subway one time when I was here with my dad's. They had a decent vegan sandwich selection and everything's 6 dollars; we had to check it out. Even since I try to come here whenever I visit," Rachel explains.

"What were you doing in this part of the City? I thought you were obsessed with Broadway and Times Square."

"I am, but since I have every intention of making this island my home, I have personally put forth an effort to see several of the neighborhoods of Manhattan. Plus, this area has the best shopping. And there's a Planned Parenthood across the street. My favorite place in the world," Rachel retorts sarcastically.

Finn smirks. He's already gobbled up his whole big meal whereas Rachel can hardly finish one half. "So, where are we off to next?"

"Well... there's someplace I would like to show you, if you want to go, that is..." Rachel was trying had to stay in the 'friends zone' but sometimes with the history they have, that is harder said than done.

"Yeah, I would love to," Finn replies surprised by her nervousness.

"Prefect, it's not too far."

The twosome got up and head out of the theater, walking back towards Houston.

"So... are you going to tell me where we are going...?" Finn inquires as they start walking. The warm Spring sun shining on their faces.

"No." Rachel replies. "There's the Whole Foods on The Bowery," the petite brunette points out as they walk towards the building. "We'll have to stop there later and get some organic chocolate."

"Okay," Finn says as he follows her, turning down on to Elizabeth St. They continue down the block past the shop with the fancy cartoon underwear.

"That's the Elizabeth St. Tory Burch Flagship," Rachel points out the orange doored building as she stops on the opposite side of the street. "It doesn't make any money." Getting a strange look from Finn as her observation she finishes with, "Your brother would care."

"Oh," Finn mumbles with a nodded head. Rachel goes into her purse and pulls out her keys. "Rachel, what are you doing?" he asks as she puts them into lock and opens the door.

"Well this is where I wanted to take you," She says full of glee as she holds the door open for Finn. Leading him to the stairs of the walk up Rachel starts climbing as they head up. "You see, my dad had a sister Emily who I remember vaguely from when I was a little girl. She lived in Manhattan. She was the person who took me to my first Broadway show," Rachel says poignantly mid staircase, turning around to Finn in dramatic fashion; her skirt flying up. "Anyway, ever since that day, I decided I was to become a Broadway star. I had always been interesting in singing and dancing, but seeing those actors up on that stage is still my first memory of needing to perform. And my best memory."

"Okay..."

"Anyway, about 8-years-ago Aunt Emily got diagnosed with a rare illness, I don't remember what it was, but she lost her life."

"Oh..." Finn says with sadness as Rachel turns off from the landing and towards one of the doors.

"And in her Will, she left me apartment 4B," Rachel finishes, gesturing to the apartment.

"So, wait, this is your own apartment?" Finn asks in disbelief.

"Welcome," Rachel smirks and she lets him in.

Finn stood in awe of the small, but spacious space. There was no furniture, but it felt like Rachel just from the atmosphere. It had a decent-sized living room with hardwood floors and large widows. Off from there was the kitchen.

"Let me get this straight, you live here?"

"Well, not exactly. There's no heat, electricity, or cable. I live in Lima, but yes, this is my own property. Fully-paid mortgage and all. When I graduate and move to New York, this will be home. My perfect one bedroom," she muses as she spreads her arms out and spins around the living room. Eye shut tight, head straight up at the ceiling.

Finn stood against the counter in the kitchen open from the family room watch Rachel in awe. It was like he was seeing her for the first time. And he finally understood what that analogy even meant.

"Hey Rach," Finn said getting her attention.

"Yeah?" Rachel replied, stopping mid-spin.

"Thank-you for taking me here; in means a lot," he said calmly, meaning every word.

"You're the only person I wanted to take here," she comments with a shy smile.

"I know that it's after the fact, but I just want to let you know that it didn't mean anything. When I slept with Santana that is. It didn't mean anything. I was just so hurt that you were dating Jesse and all I wanted to do was feel something else besides the pain of losing you, so I thought sleeping with someone else, and sharing that intimacy would help, but it didn't. In fact it made everything so much worse. And I'm so sorry that I lied to you. I should have told you when admitted what you didn't do with Jesse. No, in fact, I should have admitted what I did when we first started dating, but I was just scared that you would get so mad that you would break-up with me and tar and feather me or something. And I was so afraid of losing you once we were finally, truly together that I would do anything to keep us from moving apart. To be completely honest, I'm pretty sure was more of virgin after I left that experience than before."

"I don't think that's possible Finn," Rachel interjects.

"I think it is. I'm not even sure why I'm telling you all of this...I guess I just wanted you to know..." Finn looked at her like a scared little boy as he admitted his deep, dark secret to her in one long, winding confession.

Rachel looked down at her feet, while plating with the hem of her sweater as she processed all that Finn had told her. Did he want to get back together? Did he just want to get that off his chest? Rachel was unsure, but felt unfortunately that it was the latter. Looking back up at him, he looked at her perplexed as she contemplated what he divulged.

"Why are you telling me" she asked; confusion in her voice.

"Well, I don't know. I guess because you took me here and shared this with me, I wanted to share something secret with you too..." To be honest, Finn was unsure what to make of the situation as well.

Rachel walks up to Finn and wraps her arms around him in a long hug; he head resting on his shoulder. "I'm glad you told me," Rachel comments.

"I'm glad you took me here," Finn replies.

They didn't make love. They didn't make-out. They didn't even kiss. They just stay in their embrace a little while longer – holding each other up – and they went back uptown to meet with the others. They had a competition tomorrow.

They had come in second. New Directions, the little Underdog Glee Club from Lima, Ohio had come in second in a National Show Choir competition. The overwhelming joy that the club exuded lasted all night as they celebrated way into the wee hours of morning. They had 24 more hours in New York until they had to check-out and head back to Lima. Dispersed all over the City, the Glee Club all came up with their own way to celebrate with one, big dance party in Brittany's room that night.

When Rachel headed out early from the festivities, Finn followed behind worried that she felt left out.

"No, not at all," she comments as she swipes her key to enter her and Quinn's room. Finn was rooming with Sam and the others were staying with different members of the club. Most of whom they swapped keys with. "I'm just really tired," Rachel explains as she heads in, holding the door for Finn.

"Are you sure?" he asks as he follows her into the room. The heavy door shuts as Rachel goes into her suitcase at the end of the bed.

"Yeah, I'm sure. It's just been a long week and I'm tired," she says rationally. "I'm gonna change. Make yourself comfortable," she insists as she gestures to the bed.

Finn was sitting upright against the headboard, with his legs draped over the mattress flipping though the channels. Rachel walks back in wearing an adorable pajama outfit, her face flushed and damp from just washing it. The energy in the room changed from friendly and comfortable to something different. Strong and magnetic.

Rachel popped up and sat with her knees bent as she takes the remote from Finn "Anything good on?" she asks as she plays with the buttons.

"Not really," Finn replies as he pulls his iPhone from his pocket and mounts it into the alarm clock. "Do you just want to listen to music and hang out?" Finn asks.

"Okay..." Rachel complies.

It's suddenly painfully awkward.

"Finn," Rachel says with searching doe eye, getting his attention.

"Yeah?"

And then she kissed him. Hard. It had been months since their mouths touched and the kinetic energy was electric.

Breaking apart, Rachel shakes her head. "I'm so sorry I don't know what came over me. I just missed you and wanted to do that. And feel that. And I'm—" Rachel was cut off mid sentence with Finn's lips forcefully back on hers.

It took Finn a second or two to open his eyes and pick his jaw once Rachel breaks apart from him and starts rambling. In the middle of her babbling apology, Finn presses his lips back on to hers with all his might. Wanting to feel that again as well.

Wrapping her arms his neck, Finn and Rachel keep their lips locked together as they move back onto the mattress. Their feet kicking the pillows as Rachel's head rested against the edge. Finn broke apart for air and nuzzled her nose with his as she wrapped her leg around his; her heel digging into his calf. He nuzzled and sucked her neck as Rachel rubbed her arms up and down his back.

"There's condoms in Quinn's bag," Rachel comments limply moving her arm off Finn's shoulder to point at corner.

"How do you know that?" Finn asks slyly into Rachel neck.

"Don't ask," Rachel moans into Finn ear.

Somehow that was when Finn knew Rachel was being serious. Moving his head up to look at her – her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, her hair sprawled out over the think, luxurious linens – he knew she wanted this. And he wanted it too. They looked at one another with gentle confidence, full of joy and excitement, as they silently made a decision. Walking over to find what he was hoping for, Rachel made herself comfortable against the pillows as Finn walked back over to her. They laid back down on the bed as the music filled the silence.

Finn kissed her and touched her as they discarded their clothes. Rachel moaned and shook as fondled and explored one another. When he pushed himself inside her and started to thrust, Rachel withered as she found his rhythm, breathing in his intoxicating scent. Finn groaned when Rachel wrapped her leg around him, drawing him closer. Quivering beneath him, hearing her moan into his ear as his nose buried into the side of her neck, neither one of them thought anything was better than this; as they shared their relaxing actions and their addictive high in the end.

"I'm glad I chose to do that with you," Rachel says as her breathing returns to normal.

"I'm glad I chose to do that with you too," Finn concurs as his heart rate slows down.

A little while later Rachel rested against Finn's bare chest as he asks, "How do you feel?" The music still playing.

"Different," she murmurs with a grin; her cheek still against his chest. "How do you feel?"

"Different," he concurs. "Only is a good type of different," Finn wisely muses.

Raising her head and look up at him she comments that, "It a great type of different."

A/N: This is the end. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Did you love it? Hate it? Please review and let me know. I've had a few ideas for some different types of stories and I want to know if you want to hear from my voice. Thanks again!