Carry Me Home Tonight
Chapter One.
"Max" Finn called for his missing dog. He hated when he ran off like this. They had been playing a simple game of Frisbee and Max of course went overboard. "Max!" Finn shouted again, we he turned around the rocks he saw his hairy, slobbery grey dog. He was sitting next to a small woman, a naked woman? Who was… crying?
His dog was licking away her tears as the spilled from her eyes. "Max, get over here. Don't bother the girl." He scolded and Max ran towards him. The woman was startled by Finn but continued to cry. Finn took off his over shirt immediately and handed it to her, she looked at it, not knowing what to do with it. Finn helped her by slipping her arms into the button up shirt and closing it swiftly, buttoning it up for her. Luckily, it drowned her, so there was nothing showing any longer. But she was still sitting, she was still crying, and most of all, she must have been freezing because she was soaking wet.
"I'm sorry, miss. Are you okay?"
The girl shook her head furiously, "I am not okay." She told him softly through her sobs.
"Can I help you? I'm sorry, did my dog hurt you?"
"No, not at all. He was lovely." She said seriously, meeting his eye contact, "He was getting the water off my face." She told Finn, "But it wouldn't stop."
"What is your name?"
"Rachel."
"Okay, Rachel, can I help you with something? Anything? I would love to get you into some dry clothes, maybe a cup of coffee."
"I don't know what that is." Rachel cried harder and Finn sat next to her, tentively putting an arm around her, she buried her face into his under shirt and continued to cry.
"Coffee is a warm drink." Finn explained softly to her as she balled herself up in his arms, "Um, I uh, um, Can I take you home?"
"No. I'm lost." Rachel admitted. "I don't know how to get home, I can't swim, I can't use these things." She pointed to her legs.
"Oh, you're paralyzed."
Rachel shook her head, "I don't know what that means." She cried again.
"Well…" Finn wasn't used to explaining things, normally he was the one asking, "Can you move your legs?"
"Of course. I just can't make them walk." Rachel told him with frustration coating her voice.
Finn smiled at her, "Well, that's easy. You probably just have sea legs. We can fix that. I'll help you."
"But, how will I get home?" Rachel cried.
Finn crumpled his face in thought, "I don't know." He admitted. "I don't know where you live."
"I don't know how to get there with legs." Rachel told him, "I could get there before, but now…" She looked up at him suddenly, "Who are you?"
"I'm Finn, Finn Hudson."
"Well, which is it? Finn or Hudson."
Finn tilted his head at the strange new girl with all the strange questions, "It's Finn and then Hudson. Hudson is my last name. Don't you have a last name?"
Rachel looked at him with confusion lining her face, "I'm the only Rachel where I come from. No one would dare name their daughter after the King's daughter."
"You're a princess?"
Rachel nodded, "I am."
"Of where? If I knew where you were from I could get you home."
Rachel bit her lip, "I'm hesitant to tell you, I don't know you. My father told me to never trust someone like you."
"White?" Finn asked with wide eyes.
Rachel shook her head, "No, that's not the physical feature I was referring to, though you are pretty pale for having the sun around all the time. It's my understanding that the sun darkens your skin."
Finn nods, "Do they keep you locked in that castle of yours?" Finn joked, "I use sun screen, so I don't burn."
"Oh, I think I would like some of that. I'm very happy with my complexion, plus, I don't want my Daddy to know I've been gone." Rachel told him softly, "Can you help me up, now?"
Finn nodded and stood, detangling himself from the small fragile girl as he did, than lifting her up with him. She stumbled a little and Finn was right there to catch her.
As she fell into his arms, he looked into her eyes, her body pressing into his, "You must have really been through something." Finn notes sincerely before brushing his fingers through her hair, "Let's get you walking, okay?"
Rachel nodded softly and began to walk, slowly but surely. Finn sat her down and showed her and then helped her up again, Max following along avidly, watching over Rachel almost protectively.
"You're doing great, Rachel." Finn encouraged and she shot him one of her famous smiles that only her friends and family got to see back home.
"Thank you Finn Hudson." Rachel said sweetly.
Finn couldn't help but laugh because this girl was adorable. "You can just call me Finn."
"Oh, you won't be confused?" Rachel asked 100% sincerely and Finn was dumbstruck.
Finn chuckled a small laugh and smiled at her, revealing his dimples, "I'll be fine."
Rachel reached out and touched the dimple and smiled, "You're so dry." Rachel told him, "I like these." She ran her finger over the area where the dimple once was, but now he wasn't smiling anymore. "I want them back." Rachel said seriously.
"My dimples?"
"Is that what they are called? The little holes the appear?" Rachel asked with wide eyes.
"When I smile?"
"Yes."
Finn smiled again for her, letting the dimple reappear, Rachel continued to rub her finger over the area, "The man I am supposed to marry has those. But his hair isn't like yours. Yours is so straight. His flows. I like yours, and the dimples."
"You're engaged."
"No." Rachel shot back seriously, "My father has arranged my marriage." Rachel didn't know what engaged meant, but it didn't sound like the same thing.
Finn nodded, he didn't like this father of hers, never letting her outdoors, arranging her marriage. "Let's get you to my house and get you dried off." Finn offered.
Rachel nodded and smiled at him, "That sounds nice. Do you live close?"
Finn grinned, "You have no idea." He said, looking over at the condo to their right. "We're here." He pointed.
Rachel clapped her hands, "Oh." She looked at her hands, "I'm sorry, that made a louder noise then I expected. I apologize."
"Have you never clapped before?"
"Not up here I haven't." Finn opened the sliding glass door to the small studio apartment. "Tell me, are you married?"
"Nope."
"When will they arrange your wedding?"
"Who?"
"Your father and mother? Or father and father? Or mother and mother? Or… just mother?"
"I just have one mother, no father and they won't be arranging my marriage. I will choose my wife." Finn tells her seriously.
Rachel's eyes grew wide, "They let you do that here?"
"In Hawai'i?" Finn asked with wide eyes, "Of course. It's still America."
"America." Rachel repeats. "I like that name. I think I'll name my first daughter that."
Finn was so torn, he was absolutely and totally taken by her, but at the same time didn't understand her one bit, "I'll go look for an outfit for you. I'm sure Quinn had to have left something behind when she moved out." Finn mumbled under his breath as he walked into his closet.
"Quinn." Rachel repeated, "That rhymes with Finn." She called after him.
"I'm aware." He grumbled under his breath as he pulled out a red polka dot dress and threw it her way, "How about this?"
Rachel looked down at the fabric, confused at what to do with it, "You'll help me again?" Rachel almost demanded, "You'll help me dress. Won't you?"
Finn's eyes widened with curiosity and straight up confusion, Who was this girl? Where had she come from? Where could she possibly come from that she didn't know how to walk or dress herself. Half of him wanted to lock her up in an insane asylum. But another half of him, a bigger half, needed to help her, so that's what he did. "Of course I'll help you."
A/N: Hey guys, just a short chapter to start us off. Who's excited?
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