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He steps out of his bedroom, surprised to see Rachel standing in his apartment, looking beyond guilty though eager to amend herself. It's only been a couple of days since their secret make out and they're not really on talking terms. He remembers their date and how either had been able to maintain a conversation without it steering its way to a mention of Jesse. She'd said that she felt like she was cheating herself when they kissed but he knows that she feels like she has cheated on Jesse, even though they're not even together. Whatever – he can do better than Rachel, right? He just needs a one night stand or something 'cause that kiss left him needing something much more.
And she's totally in front of him now, looking like she wants to say something. And he is a little uncomfortable, only being dressed in his shorts. He doesn't feel like having a conversation, seeing as she only ever talks about Jesse, 'cause she's secretly in love with him and stuff.
"Well," he begins when she doesn't say anything which is odd – she always has something to say, "you wanna say something, dollface?"
A series of emotions runs over before she lurches forward and attaches her lips to his. His shock lasts for a few second before he's alert and awake, all of him. Hey, it's morning. It's not his fault.
But Rachel, that little fucking tease, slowly reaches down her hand and grips the bulge. Finn's eyes shoot wide open and he pulls back. "Okay, who the fuck are you and where's you put Rachel Berry?"
Rachel only smirks, biting her lip. "Finn, I finally realised what I want." Her sultry voice captures his attention as she runs two hands down his chest, stopping when she reaches the waist of his shorts where she toys with the material and he desperately wants her to pull them down, "and it's not Jesse." Her lips brush against his before travelled down his jawline, gently caressing the skin with kisses, "it's you."
"Fuck Rach," he groans when she rips his shorts down his legs and she smirks when she sees the tent in his underwear.
"Are you aroused Mr Hudson?" she quirks her eyebrow, closing the remaining space between them and he feels his erection digging into her. Is he fucking aroused? He's never been this turned on before in his entire life. Her fingers circle around his erection, "answer me, Finn."
"Y-yes," Finn stammers out. She's so hot. Why is she doing this to him?
Like a nervous sixteen year old, he moves his shaky hands onto her hips first, his thumb rubbing the exposed skin from where her shirt has ridden up. Rachel closes her eyes and smiles, "hmm, Finn."
Fuck, he needs more.
He leans down and kisses her hard, the action filled with wanting and need. Her lips respond eagerly, pushing back against his before allowing his tongue inside. And then she has to go and she rubbing herself against him, like a cat in heat. "Baby," she breathes through kisses, "touch me." He doesn't need to be told twice. His suddenly clumsy hands reach up her shirt and she's totally not wearing a bra so he can feel her boob, her actual real boob, beneath his fingers. When his thumb brushes over her nipple, she moans into his mouth with pleasure.
If possible, her grows harder and gropes her breasts with more eagerness. They fit perfectly into his hand, as if made for them, and he loves the feel of them. Rachel apparently likes him touching them too, judging by the noises she's making.
Through hooded eyes, she smirks, "Finn, take my clothes off."
"Okay," he whispers, as if she has him in a trance. He starts with her shirt first, moving slowly because he loves the sexy little whines that she makes after she tells him to "get on with it". Bossy as always, he sees.
Just as he's almost got it off, he –
"Finn Hudson, what in God's name are you doing?"
His eyes open and he shoots up in bed, only to realise that it isn't his bed and there's a very angry Kurt beside him. "What the hell?" he asks himself.
Kurt, who's moved as far away as possible, rolls his eyes, "you're asking me that? It's bad enough that you have to sleepwalk into my bed at five in the morning, but then you start moaning Rachel's name over and over again." He shakes his head. Finn is completely humiliated. The thought of dreaming about Rachel like that is bad itself, but now Kurt knows and he's bound to tell someone.
"I…err – I can explain," he begins, moving to get off the bed when he notices he's still got a pretty big tent in his short.
"Oh, Finn!" Kurt's face scrunches up in disgust, "get out of here and take that thing with you. Go and have sex dreams about Rachel in your own room."
"I-I wasn't –"
Cranky Kurt isn't listening. He holds up his hand to silence Finn and then gestures for him to leave, his eyes avoiding Finns…lower region. The man scrambles from the room and into the safety of his own. This isn't the first time that he's sleepwalked into the spare room when Kurt's been there, but never before has he done that in the presence of Kurt.
He stares down at his short and groans in frustration. It's all Rachel's fault. Why did she have to kiss him and then just leave? She'd said that it was a mistake yet he doesn't see how. And now it's left him needing much more from the woman.
Sleepily, he returns to his room, hoping to get some sleep without dreaming of Rachel Berry.
Rachel shuffles her vegetables around her plate, not really in the mood for eating. To be honest, she's been in a foul mood for days though can't exactly place the reason for it. It could be the awards, which takes place in exactly two months time, but Jesse had assured her that she's a shoe in to win and so that put her at ease, slightly.
She'd caught Jesse talking to Sunshine again and it really unnerves her – she already has the girl going after her role and now she's chasing her best friend. This just won't do.
And now she's out for lunch with Finn, though neither is very talkative. She's got too much on her mind and he just looks uncomfortable in his own skin. But she can't dwell on that now because Jesse is still on her mind, dammit. Something feels off. Rachel's always had a good intuition and now it's telling her not to trust him, but her stupid heart has other ideas.
So, for now, she can only ask others what they think.
Which brings her onto doing something admittedly a bit stupid.
"Finn," she questions, nibbling on a slice of carrot, "what do you think of Jesse?"
The man across from her sits upright at the mention of Jesse, a scowl saved for only his name appearing onto Finn's face, "why do you want to know?"
She sighs, "I just… I – please tell me what you think."
Even she's shocked by the desperation in her own voice and Finn's face softens as he gazes up her. It only returns to the look of annoyance when he begins to talk, "honestly? I think that he's a bit of a dick."
Rachel gasps, opening her mouth to speak.
He beats her to it, "if you're just going to get angry at me, then why did you ask?"
"I needed to know something."
Finn raises his eyebrow, "what? Is loverboy disappointing you?" He chews loudly on his steak and Rachel eyes him with disgust.
Jesse isn't disappointing – he's just confusing. One minute he seems interested in her, getting jealous over other guys and wanting to spend time with her when the next it's like she doesn't even exist. Like now, for instant, after she's text him three times and there's still no reply.
"Finn," she sighs, "I know that you don't like Jesse b –"
He scoffs loudly.
"But, I think that you should at least try to get along with him. He's my friend and you're my…my…" She doesn't know exactly what Finn is. She had almost called him her boyfriend, but that isn't right, is it? They're not friends either. You know, they just pretend to date and have kissed on more than one occasion. Oh that makes her sound like a slut!
"Your what?" he enquires, looking genuinely interested for the answer.
Rachel's jaw sets and she glares, "I can't answer that… because I don't even know what we are."
Finn nods before tearing a large chunk out of his meat in an animalistic manner. "Ew, gross."
He shrugs, "I'm hungry. I need meat."
"You're such a guy!" she complains.
His eyebrows furrow, "Well, yeah." He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world because it is really. Rachel rolls her eyes at him before turning to look at her food once more. Her appetite hasn't increased in the slightly and she decidedly pushes the plate away a moment later.
Finn's head snaps up, "you gonna eat that?" He points to the food. When she shakes her head, he smiles and starts to slide the food onto his own plate.
She sighs, "how charming, Finn." She really needs another glass of wine.
Once Finn finishes the both of their meals off, they start for the car, parked a few blocks down. And that means a walk, with people around, so their acting skills are needed once more.
He wraps his arm around her shoulder whilst hers slides around his waist and they pull each other closer. He notices how worn she looks, as if kept up all night with worry, and frowns. His concern is growing by the second seeing as she hasn't spoken much today at all, other than her query about Jesse, and that left her in a pretty bad mood.
Finn feels her head drop against his shoulder and can't resist that smile that creeps onto his face.
"Hey," he finally gains the courage to ask, "are you okay?"
He can hear the hesitation in her voice, "I-I'm fine." It's clear that she's lying – she clearly isn't as good an actress that she'd like to think.
"Rach –"
"Finn! Rachel!" they turn to see about three or four paparazzi hurtling toward them.
Rachel sighs, "great." He seems to think that hiding her behind is arm is going to make her less, well…visible, but it's better than nothing he supposes.
"Can you confirm rumours that you're dating?" one asks, thrusting a recorder in front of them. Finn pushes it away as gently as he can before tugging on Rachel so that she'd know to hurry up.
"No comment," he says, glad that the car is only a couple of streets away.
Another one is right behind them, "can you not share anything with us? Where's you been? Have you been on a date?"
"No comment," he repeats through gritted teeth, giving a sigh of relief as he spots the car. A few have already snapped a few pictures of the couple and he kinda realises how much he hates the paparazzi. They reach the car and he opens the door for her first before moving over to his side. He happily slams his door shut. "Some people just don't know when to quit," he mumbles.
"Too bad we need them our careers," Rachel says, "we're basically doing this for them." Her eyes move sadly to the people still waiting outside the car and then back to him. He frowns, starting the engine to get out of here as quickly as possibly whilst wondering what's wrong with her today.
The drive last for five minutes and she keeps giving these sad sighs.
Eventually, after like the eighth one or something, he turns to her. "What's eatin' you?"
"Nothing," she mumbles.
"Clearly something is," he argues, "'cause you look like someone just killed a puppy."
Her eyes widen and she sends a disapproving look his way, "just leave it, Finn. I don't want to talk."
Finn begins to laugh, "when do you ever not want to talk? You'd happily go on for hours if somebody let you." He's totally winding her up, but it's just to get a reaction – any reaction – from her. But all she does is tense up, look mildly upset and then carry on staring out of her window. "Hey," he nudges her, his voice kinder, "seriously, you can tell me."
"Since when?" she mutters back, not very nicely.
"Err, since now," he clarifies, "so, come on, spill."
"I don't want to."
"Fine then," he says, "be like that. It's not like I care or anything."
It's not like I care or anything
His words bounce around in her head, as they have done since she arrived home, and she wonders how he had the audacity to say that to her. He's never shown any sign of caring before and now he's acting as though she's being the cold and rude one. She's not.
But Finn, swopping in and pretending that he's the good guy? She just doesn't get it. A few weeks ago he wouldn't have given a damn whether she was upset or not. All he cared about was getting into her pants and since that's never going to happen, he should have given up by now.
She jumps as her phone vibrates on the coffee table and leans forward to see a text from Jesse.
So, wanna go out tonight? XXX Jesse
Rachel rolls her eyes. She'd text him hours ago and he finally decides to response now with this! He's such a…a…ugh, she can't even think of anything to call him. Because she knows that she'll take it back immediately, like always.
She toys with the idea of ignoring him, like he had her, but finds herself texting a reply already. Where do you want to go?
It's only a few minutes until he texts back, as if he knew that she'd reply so quickly herself.
The same bar that we went to on our first date. Remember? I'll pick you up at eight sharp XXX
Remember? How can she forget? That was the night that she fell head over heels for Mr St James. She can't believe that he wants to go there after all this time, but she supposes that she needs a night of fun as the last time she let her hair down was… a really long time ago.
Okay, I'll see you there
Once it's sent, she immediately goes for a shower because she feels the need to look her best. As well as being in the public eye, she'll be with Jesse and possibly his friend, which of course means she needs to be dressed up.
Her usual shower routine last for about thirty minutes, but tonight she stays in for forty.
Feeling fresh and clean, she returns to her bedroom and puts on some underwear – some lingerie that she has but hardly ever wears. With that, she comes to the difficult decision of picking a dress. She needs something that's going to impress! She can't just wear any old thing. But it has to be flexible to so that she can dance in it.
She eventually decides on a navy dress with the back section exposed. After applying some light make up (she really wishes that Quinn was there to help her with that), she checks her appearance and smiles to herself.
Jesse's got to be impressed with this, right?
And then begins the wait.
She paces around the apartment nervously, butterflies in her stomach as she wonders how the events of the night will happen. It's been a while since her and Jesse have been on an outing like this, as they normally just go for lunch or something similar. No, this is going to be fun and energetic, so why does she feel so bad?
When he texts her to announce that he's outside, this uncomfortable feeling only increases. Taking a deep breath, she grabs her keys and heads out, determined to have fun.
A huge smile appears on her face as soon as she sees Jesse and she eagerly climbs into the passenger seat.
He looks her up and down and she waits patiently for a compliment.
It never comes.
"So, you excited for tonight?"
"Yes," she smiles, playing with the strap on her handbag, "it's been a while since I've been out like this."
Jesse grins, "Oh Rachel, what would you do without me?"
She can hardly hear anything over the loud music and the flashing lights are way too distracting for her to think straight, but she does manage to hear Jesse asking her if she wants another drink. Her fourth or fifth or a number. She doesn't actually know how many she's had.
But it's definitely put her nerves at bay for the night. And she feels so much better now that she's at ease because she can actually enjoy herself.
When Jesse comes behind her with her drink, placing a kiss to her cheek, she smiles brightly and turns to face him. He wraps his arms around her in a tight hug, "having fun?"
"Yes," she replies, shouting loudly so that she's heard. She stumbles slightly but takes another sip of whatever he's given her, "this party is so good!"
Jesse is dancing with her, the two swaying back and forth. She's concentrating more on not dropping her drink all down his back but it's difficult with him right against her and he smells so nice and oh – he's kissing her neck
She's embarrassed at the moan that escapes her mouth as his lips travel across her skin, nearing her mouth.
When his teeth tug on her bottom lip, she finally snaps into action.
What the hell is she doing? She's in the middle of one of the most risky moves of her career and now she's letting Jesse weasel his way back into her heart only to ruin everything that she's trying to achieve?
Rachel pushes him back, a look of confusion plastered to her dazed face.
It takes him a minute or so to process that she's just rejected his kiss. "Rachel, what're you doing?" he moves near again, lips puckered.
"N-no," she says, "I've got a boyfriend."
This clearly doesn't bother him, "I can tell that you don't even like him. Come on, you and me? For old time sakes?" He runs a hand down her side, causing shivers to run through her body, "I miss my little Berry Pie."
She shakes her head again, "I'm not cheating on Finn."
"Who says it's cheating?" he places his hands on her shoulder, staring straight into her eyes, "just say that you were drunk. I'm sure that he's stupid enough to believe that."
Though her mind is a little fuzzy, she realises that he's insulting Finn and yeah, maybe he's a bit clueless sometimes but he isn't stupid. And Jesse is trying to attach himself to her neck once more. "Jesse, stop it," she struggles against him as his hands are now locking her arms in place.
"Come on," he smirks, "what's a party without getting a little freaky?"
She scoffs, "get off of me!"
His hand grasps at her breast forcefully, "does Finn make you feel like this? Is he ever as good as I was?" Rachel wants to cry – why won't he just let her go? He starts to pull her towards a less crowded area, once more sucking at her skin, like a leech.
Rachel's panicking now, squirming under his touch. This is all too familiar to when they dated and he'd have his way with her whether she wanted to or not. But she hates that it feels nice too, and familiar. However, for the most of it, she's scared and wants his hand off of her right now. But no one seems to notice, or hear her protests. The music is too loud and to anyone looking at them, they just appear to be a couple together.
She manages to get one of her arms free and does the only thing that she can think of – hit him.
"What the fuck Rachel?" he growls, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You're drunk," she says, "and you're not thinking straight. You just…you need to sober up." But then he's at her again and she yelps to get out of the way, scurrying at her fastest until she's out of the nightclub. She wants to know that Jesse will get home safely, so she calls him manager to tell her to pick him up, but she can't be with him herself. Anything could happen.
But now she doesn't have a ride home.
And she feels sick and can barely stand up straight for more than a few minutes.
She calls Quinn but there's no answer, causing her to sit around for a good ten minutes before relenting to the final solution.
Her fingers are shaking as she finds him in her contacts and she takes deep breaths to calm herself whilst the phone rings. She almost thinks that he isn't going to answer until she hears his gruff voice on the other end, "Finn!"
"Rachel?" he sounds super confused, "what do you want? It's one in the morning."
"I-I," she can feel her bottom lip wobbling, tears threatening to fall, "can you come pick me up?"
"Why? Where are you?"
"At a nightclub," she says quietly.
"Fuck me, Rachel Berry at a nightclub. Never thought I'd see the day," he jokes.
She's getting more helpless by the minute, not to mention that she's freezing, "Finn, please."
He must hear the desperation in his voice. "Okay, just text me the address and I'll be there as soon as."
Finn's heart is pounding in his chest as he pulls up outside the nightclub, spotting a few people on the sidewalk, one being a shivering Rachel in the smallest dress he's ever seen. Her teeth are chattering and her legs wobbling when he stops the car.
She quickly climbs inside, her eyes red and puffy. Has she been crying? "Thank you," she mumbles. He takes in her appearance, wondering who she's actually been with that managed to convince her to do normal Friday night things. He turns up the heater for her and she sends a grateful smile his way.
"So…" he begins.
"I don't want to talk about it," is her immediate response and he huffs a little indignantly.
"You know," he begins, "you can't keep closing yourself off like this."
Her silence seems to say otherwise.
He watches as the colour returns to her skin and her movements becomes stiller. Her eyes are a little glazed over - he's amazed that someone actually got her to drink any alcohol – and there are some distinct purple marks on her neck.
"Hey," he smirks, "who'd you get the hickeys from?"
She gasps, pulls down the overhead mirror and stares at her neck. She then looks toward him and promptly burst into tears.
Needless to say, Finn is at a loss of what to do.
So, Jesse's true colours are finally coming through, and what is poor Finn going to do now?
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