Wow, a long time to wait for this chapter. I'm sorry! A combination of exams, my own laziness and this chapter's stubbornness when writing is the cause, but alas, an update :)
Thank you to Gillian Deverone for beta'ing, as always!
Enjoy!
"Finn!" he looks up when he hears her voice, the relief seeping through his body when she comes into sight. He's currently sitting in the hospital, after having called Kurt and explained the situation to him…kind of. He may have forget to mention exactly how his hand had arrived at such a mess, and he didn't plan on telling him either.
Nor did he want to tell Rachel about his hand at that moment but, after many calls from her, he'd eventually had to answer and it may have slipped that he was in the hospital.
She almost runs up to him, clearly happy to see that he's not dying (as she initially convinced herself in a moment of panic) and that he isn't in much pain. He's had ice on his hand for the past twenty minutes, and he can barely feel anything.
When she reaches him, she wraps her arms around his neck in a tight hug, losing herself in his scent as she nuzzles her nose into the skin. "I was worried about you," she begins, voice muffled. Finn chuckles, hugging her as much as he can with his hurt hand while thinking about how nice it feels. How something as simple as a hug between the pair can set every part of his body on fire. His head is swimming with emotions, as is his heart. She makes him feel so much, so many emotions that he never dared to feel with anyone. With Rachel, he accepts those feelings, although they scare him to death sometimes.
What guy wouldn't be slightly daunted by such a wash of emotions taking over him, especially when he's never had to deal with it before, when every single one that he feels is foreign and new.
He finds himself smiling at her, in spite of the prior events that have left him in a foul mood, because it's Rachel, and how can he not be happy when she's here?
"I told you not to worry," he says as she slowly pulls back, her fingers lingering on his shoulders.
"How could I not?" she questions in return, a frown appearing on her lips. "You weren't answering my calls… I thought that something terrible had happened."
She picks up the ice pack, gently pressing it to his swollen knuckles. "Does it hurt?" Her eyes rise to meet his, filled with curiosity and sadness.
"I can't really feel anything."
Her fingers delicately brush against his palm, and she is content for the moment, as long as he isn't in pain. "How did you get here?" she questions.
He sighs, "Kurt drove me, but then he had to leave. He's supposed to pick me up again and -"
"I'll drive you home," she says instantly. "Let me just text Kurt and tell him." She finds Finn's phone, doing the task while asking, "Was he mad?"
Finn winces at the memory, nodding his head slowly. Kurt is beyond pissed off at him now because, if he can't use his hand, then how is he supposed to play the drums, and the drums are kind of a big part of his career. He is actually dreading telling the guys.
She sits herself down on the chair beside him, still caring for his hand. "What's wrong with it exactly?"
"The doctor's getting the X-ray," he sighs, "I just hope that it isn't broken because… I like need it and stuff."
"And should I even ask how you did this?" Her eyebrow rises, a tiny smirk tugging at her lips. At least she isn't mad at him, like he feared, but he guesses that she's going to be after he's told her the line up of events prior to the hospital. Her warm hands encase his, and he finds himself smiling softly at her. "Come on, babe, tell me," she urges when he's quiet for too long. He tries to ignore how his heart swells when she calls him 'babe'.
Glancing down to his hand, he tries to think of the best way to tell her this, without her getting too annoyed 'cause she's got the weirdest of relationships with Jesse, despite the fact that he's the biggest douche on the face of the planet, and maybe she won't appreciate him planting a well-deserved punch right in his nose.
As a sigh slips past his lips, he lets his posture slump, eyes now moving to avoid her stare. "Well…" he starts, instantly trailing off as he struggles for the right words.
Rachel nudges him in the side, pressing for an answer, "Come on," she chuckles, "you can trust me."
"I know, I know," he says, "but I'm just wondering how much trouble I'm going to get into."
Her eyebrows knit tightly together, lips pursed. Finn dares take a glance at her, soaking up her confused expression. "I kind of... hit my fist…on Jesse's face."
Finn's eyes scrunch shut, ready for the obvious lecture that he's about to receive, about Jesse being her friend, and he should respect that, and punching someone isn't respectful.
But it doesn't.
She stares, wide eyes, and mouth gaping open.
She looks like a robot, having jammed and now being stuck in one position. He peeks an eye open, worried at seeing her like this. "Rach?" he calls out.
"Y-you punched him?" she stutters. He finds it weird to see her unsure of herself, stumbling over her own words.
Slowly, he nods. "I know that I shouldn't have," he starts, "but –"
He's caught off guard when she jumps forward to catch him in another hug, her grip on him beyond tight.
"Are you alright? What did he do to you?" She reaches out a hand to caress his cheek, her gaze soft as her fingertips delicately run over the skin.
"You're not mad?"
He expects her to be, so this is kind of a shock. When he looks into her eyes, he sees nothing but affection and admiration, which really throws him off. Isn't this the woman who had defended Jesse in the past?
"Well, I mean, I know that I should be, but I just can't bring myself to be angry at you, Finn." She notices his questioning stares, "Jesse must have done something to provoke you for this to happen…" she justifies, "and after our conversation this weekend, I've been thinking a lot. About Jesse…about our past. I could never stand up to him." His heart sinks when he hears this. His strong, confident Rachel being merciless to Jesse. "But you, you can Finn. I don't need you to fight all of my battles. I just…" she smiles, as if she's not really supposed to be smiling though she just can't help it, "he really needed someone to knock some sense into him, literally."
He laughs at his words, stealing a small kiss from her. "I'm really happy that you're not pissed. Jesse just riles me up, you know? And I'm not so good at controlling my temper."
Rachel nods, "I know, Finn. And you can't go punching every guy that annoys you," she sends a warning glance. "Maybe Jesse is a good place to stop?"
"Yeah, you're right," he replies, idly tapping the fingers of his good hand against the examining table. He watches her, observes her expression as she thinks to herself. He wonders what she's thinking, and if it's anything to do with him.
She suddenly looks up at him, eyes bright and eager. "Thank you, Finn," she says.
"Why're you –"
"Just thank you," she nods, her eyes lingering on his face. Before he can stop himself, he leans forward to brush his lips against her own soft ones, his good hand coming up to gently cup her face, smiling into the kiss. Rachel places her hand over his, her thumb grazing his knuckles delicately as she gazes into her eyes.
She doesn't condone what Finn has done, because really, he can't just go and hit people when they annoy him, but on some level she supposes that the thought of Finn standing up to Jesse in her honor is, well… she can't help feeling a little proud. And relieved.
Lost in the kiss, she almost forgets that they're in a doctor's office until the door opens, revealing a short elderly doctor, glasses perched on the end of his nose. In his hand he carries an X-ray, and she feels Finn tense a little as they both stare at the thin sheet. She's aware of the effect that this could have on his career, and she hopes that it's nothing too serious.
"So?" Finn speaks up beside her, the worry evident in his eyes. She pulls away from him, keeping a firm grip on his hand as they both glance to the doctor, who had placed the X-ray up for them to see. Finn squints his eyes, scanning for any breaks in the bone.
"It's not broken," he announces, "just bruised. You're going to want to rest it for a couple of days. Nothing too strenuous."
Finn pulls a face. What is he supposed to tell the guys? They're going to be super pissed because he can't keep control of his temper, and now he probably shouldn't play his drums for a few days, which puts rehearsal behind schedule.
Rachel drives and you know, he doesn't want to say anything, but her driving kind of sucks and he's gripping onto his seat pretty tightly, hoping that she doesn't notice.
She does.
"Finn," she frowns. "Why're you holding onto the seat so hard? I can see the white of your knuckles."
"Just…errr." His finger close around the seat even further as she turns a corner sharply. "No reason."
At this, she pulls a face, clearly not happy with his succinct reply, and needing more, as always. She leans closer to him, a sly look on her face. "Baby, come on, tell me." He loves the way that she says 'baby' so naturally, how her lips curve slowly into the cutest smile when she does so, and her eyebrow quirking slightly.
But he shakes his head, grinning. "You'll get annoyed at me, okay?"
With a loud gasp, she stares at him, eyes wide. "Why would I be annoyed at you, Finn? You've done nothing wrong."
"Not yet," he says quietly and her face scrunches up in confusion.
"Fine, fine, I didn't want to know anyway," she lies, pretty badly. Finn knows Rachel, and he also know that she hates things being hidden from her, which is why she's suddenly getting so ruffled about this.
He chuckles to himself, which only irritates her further. "Finn!" she whines, turning another corner. His arm slams into the passenger door, and he grumbles in response. "Oh," she winces, "sorry, baby."
Finn rubs gently at his arm. "And you wonder why I was holding onto the seat for dear life."
"What? I – you don't mean…I am not a bad driver!" She figures it out instantly, and something tells him that this isn't the first time she's heard about her driving skills. "Stop laughing, Finn Hudson, or I'll throw you onto the sidewalk."
He can't help it: her expression is just too funny to ignore and he's chuckling away, earning a playful smack from her. Before she can retract her hand, he takes hold of it. "Sorry, sorry." He's still smiling though, trying to hide it hopelessly. He begins a trail of kisses along the back of her hand.
"Finn!" she tugs it back, unable to stop her giggling, and she focuses on her driving. "I can't believe that you think I'm bad."
"Not bad. Just…not good, either – errr, I should just stop talking, right?" He notices the serious glare that she's sending his way.
"Yes, you should, or I'm going to be hurting more than your hand." She's joking, of course. He can tell by the amused glint in her eye and her cheeky grin. He reclines in his seat, stretching his legs as much as he can.
He thinks over the weekend, smiling absently.
"Are you laughing at me again?" she sighs, slowing the car in front of her apartment building.
"No," he shakes his head, "I was…I was thinking about how awesome it is that my mom likes you. I mean, I knew that she'd like you, but watching it happen was pretty cool, you know?"
She turns to him in surprise, her features soft. "You really think that she likes me? People don't really like me on first impression…"
"Like you? I think she's already planning our wedding," he laughs to himself, immediately cutting short when he sees Rachel's expression. He just said wedding, their wedding, and they've only been dating for a couple of days. No wonder she's staring at him like that. "I – erm… forget that I said that."
And with that, he steps out of the car and moves around to her door quickly, his long strides helping. He opens the door for her, offering a helpful hand since she's in some of those ridiculously high heels again. Although, they do make her legs look…wow, out of this world really. She brushes past him, and he can't help but feel like he's said something stupid, by mentioning marriage. Isn't it the guys who're supposed to freak out about like stuff like that?
He follows her into up the stairs to her apartment, sighing with relief when they reach the door and can finally be alone together. Of course, they'd been alone together at his parents' house, but that was when anybody could've walked in on them. Right now, it's just him and Rachel, and an empty apartment, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
She drops down onto the large plush couch with a sigh before her gaze rises and she beckons him with her finger. He smiles, apparently she isn't freaked out about him saying marriage.
Finn slides down beside her, his heart beating wildly in his chest as her hand runs over his shirt, gripping onto into tightly. "Rach?" he questions.
Without uttering a single word, she moves toward him and gently presses her lips to his, eyes closing. He feels her eyelashes tickle his cheek for a brief second, and a fire instantly spreads through his whole body at the slightest of touches. Her hand moves to cup his face, sliding down along his neck before stilling there. Their eyes get caught in a deep gaze, both wide, pupils dilated with arousal.
Then a smirk slides onto her face, and she's tugging at his shirt with urgency, giving out these tiny, desperate whines that she makes him go so hard that it's unreal. She wants him, she wants this. And he wants to give it to her, of course he does. Look at her, she's fucking gorgeous.
But he doesn't want to make her rush into anything, he wants to be sure that it's what she wants. He'd always be careful anyway, despite what people think about him, but with her past with Jesse he just needs to know that it's the right time.
"Baby," he stops her as she's got his shirt half way up, soft hands caressing his chest. He almost lets her carry on, his thoughts being swiped from his mind when she presses stray kisses along his skin. He shakes his head, "Rach, look at me." She does, and her striking beauty hits him instantly. Hair ruffled, lips swollen and eyes hungry for him, she looks so damn sexy. He remembers the time before they knew each other, before he really knew what she was like and just brushed her off as some prude, high maintenance brat. Oh, how wrong he was.
"What is it?" she questions, blinking innocently before kissing him again, sucking his skin greedily, and he resists the urge to moan.
"I-I," he breathes, "are you sure that you want to do this?" I don't want you to regre –"
His lips are suddenly attacked by her, silencing him. Her tongue slips inside his mouth, hands gripping the side of his face tightly. Kissing, along with everything else, is something that she puts her all into.
"Bedroom," she mumbles against his mouth as they lips reluctantly detach from one another. His cock twitches from her husky, low tone and he rips his shirt over his head before grabbing her. Rachel's legs wrap around him, arms tight around his neck, and he groans once more when she brushes against his erection. It's a little hard to keep hold of her with only one good hand, but she's extremely light, and she's clinging onto him so tightly that it doesn't seem to matter. To keep him distracted, she once again peppers his face with kisses, neck, shoulders, any part of available skin.
He drops her onto the bed, her small body bouncing slightly before she looks up at him, a pure animalistic hunger that he's never seen before on the woman.
In his eagerness to get out of his jeans, he trips over his own tangled feet and almost falls to the floor, clinging onto the bed for support with his hurt hand. Rachel winces and says "Are you okay?" Hiding his blush, he nods his head.
"Fine, completely fine." Rachel crawls over to him, taking hold of his hand gently and pressing soft kisses to the knuckles. He smiles, freeing his legs of his jeans and joining her on the bed, clad in only his underwear. She glances down to the prominent tent in the material, lunging forward another kiss, as if being away from him is too much, like she needs those kisses to live.
His hand finds the zipper of her dress, impatiently pulling so that he can feel that skin on skin contact with her. Her dress is off at record speed and he takes a moment to breathe in the sight of her in just her underwear. He's seen her naked before, but that was only a brief accident, and it hadn't left any time to really admire her body which is, for the record, amazing. His eyes are drawn to the light pink bra pushing up her breasts, the soft mounds begging for his attention. "Are you sure?" She must be sick of him asking this question but he's not going to be able to stop soon, and he needs to give her a chance to change her mind.
"This is the right time, Finn," she reassures him, a hand caressing his face.
A smile washes over his face. Rachel being willing to completely give herself to him makes his heart swell with happiness – they've come so far, and are on the verge of consummating their newfound relationship.
They're interrupted by the irritating ring of Rachel's cell phone and she groans, sitting up to go and retrieve it when he pushes her back down onto the bed. "Finn," she starts, "I need to answer my ph –"
He silences her with a deep kiss, hoping that it takes her mind off of the phone, which is loudly beckoning her from the other room. She struggles beneath him a little before finally giving in and kissing back.
A minute or so later, the apartment is back to its silence, other than their loud breath, and Finn gets back to business.
His lips now find her neck, tongue trailing across her sweet smelling skin while she easily slips off her bra, suddenly tugging him up for another kiss, his body falling against hers. The feel of her peaked nipples against his skin causes him to moan into her mouth, the noise caught in between their frantic kisses.
Finn's hand reaches for the swell of her breast, pinching, teasing the nipple and smiling as her breath hitches. "Finn," she begs, needing more. Her eyes close, head falling back. She feels like jelly under his touch, her limbs refusing to listen to her and move, not that she's complaining. Finn clearly knows what he's doing, especially when his mouth dips down and attaches itself to her breast, hot, wet kisses being placed on the sensitive mound.
She's so aroused that it hurts, her center aching for friction and Finn's touch and Finn's hard erection against her leg isn't helping. Her legs spread, silently telling him that she wants him there, she needs to feel him. He makes a line of kisses across her breasts, over her soft belly until his lips reach her panty line, teasing the elastic with a smirk. She gives out a small, desperate whimper as she feels his hot breath near her most private area. Finn stares at her hungrily, the wet patch on her panties showing him how aroused she is. Their eyes meet. Rachel smiles softly, giving a tiny nod.
With a grin, he immediately starts to peel her panties away, the smell of her arousal causing his mouth to water. "God, Rachel," he groans at the sight of her, so wet, so ready, just for him. He wants to taste her, to savor each moment that they have together, but he doesn't think that he can hold on for that long. He needs to get this show on the road now, or it's going to be over soon. He pulls down his own underwear eagerly, his cock springing out proud and erect. Rachel stares at it and licks her lips, clearly impressed.
He goes to settle himself between her legs, his manhood sliding against her deliriously wet folds, causing her to moan loudly and arch upwards against him. "Oh shit, I need a condom," he curses himself, instantly reaching over the bed to get his wallet out of his jeans. Rachel frowns at the loss of contact, sitting up and wishing Finn would hurry up. Her whole body feels on fire, a burning passion deep within her core dissipating outwards. Finn finally gets hold of the condom, tearing it open with his teeth. "Let me," she smiles, taking it from him without another word and rolling it onto his erect member, loving his low moan that follows the feeling of her hand on his.
And then they're back in action, skin rubbing against skin, lips molded together messily and teeth clashing together as they kiss eagerly. She lies him down, not wanting him to balance his weight on his bad hand, and places herself over his hard cock, looking straight at him as she slides down onto it. The incredible feeling of Finn inside her makes her gasp, remaining still for a moment to get used to his size.
Finn subconsciously shifts his hips up, needing friction, his body desperate for her. Her walls are tight around him, clenched around his cock and he could probably come right there and then. "Move baby," he pleads, panting. His good hand finds her hips, squeezing the skin gently and holding on while she starts to move herself around his cock and dear God, this is amazing.
He pushes himself up more, going deeper, hitting her g-spot. "Oh, Finn." Her eyes close, focusing on the intense pleasure cursing through her body.
"Faster," he moans, his grip on her tightening instantly as her walls move around him with more speed. He doesn't remember ever enjoying sex this much, and he doesn't think that it'll get better than this. He feels things with Rachel that he's never felt before and he just knows that it's special, they're special. That's what makes this feel so good, not the physical factor which, by the way, is phenomenal too, but the fact that they care so much about each other, the strong feelings only amplify the whole experience.
She drops up and down with more speed, her hands on his chest to keep herself steady. "Finn, baby, you feel so good." She doesn't seem to have control over her words, they just fall out. "So big."
He wants to let go, so, so badly. But he needs to get her off first. His fingers move from her hip, grazing over her skin until he reaches her clit, touching the bundle of nerves instantly. Her walls clench around him, even tighter than before. Her breathing is erratic, searching desperately for air as he presses harder on her clit until she eventually falls over the edge and her walls spasm around his cock, triggering his own orgasm. She keeps moving, trying desperately to hold onto that feeling for as long as possible. Now that they're by themselves, she certainly doesn't hold back with the volume, and her screams echo around the room, and probably around the rest of the apartment.
Rachel drops down onto him, a thin layer of sweat over her body as they lay together, Finn still inside of her. He runs his fingers through her hair delicately, smiling down at his girlfriend before he adds a kiss, lips hovering.
After some time – neither are quite sure just how long – Rachel moves to his side, and he removes the condom, tying off the top and throwing it in the trash. He's welcomed back with a soft, slow kiss from Rachel.
She curls into his chest, the slow rise and fall soothing her. She feels weightless, like she has no troubles at all, and the only things in the world at that moment are her and Finn. With a smile, she presses a soft kiss against his skin, her hot breath sending a shiver through Finn's body.
"You were amazing," he tells her and really, she was. He always knew that she'd be good, 'cause she does these yoga classes so that means that she's all bendy and stuff, but actually doing it is a whole other experience. When he was inside her, everything just felt in place, like it was supposed to be like that, and he doesn't remember feeling any happier than he does now, caught in the bliss aftermath of their activities.
He kisses her forehead lovingly, his hand running down her back, caressing the soft, smooth skin. "I'm glad that we decided to do it," she mumbles against him, "it just felt right, you know?"
He does know, and they'll definitely be doing that again.
Rachel cranes her neck to steal a kiss from him, her smile serene as she does so. When did he get so lucky? He's sure that there are hundreds of guys who'd love even go out with her, but she's all his, and he doesn't plan on sharing her with any other guys, thank you very much.
The sound of the front door opening startles them both, Rachel shooting upright in bed, her eyes wide. "What the…?"
"Rachel, sweetie, where are you?"
She turns to him, face aghast, "It's my dads."
And Finn kind of freaks the fuck out, 'cause they're naked in bed together after just having some great, great sex, but they're her dads and they probably do not need to know that he's sleeping with their daughter and did he mention that they're naked too?
Apparently, having heard some sound from her room, the men are heading toward them. They share a look, equally panicked, as the handle to the door begins to move. Rachel practically flies out of bed, taking the sheet with her, tightly wrapped around her body, where she opens the door herself, keeping the gap as tiny as possible. Finn, now completely exposed, grabs the nearest pillow to hide his manhood.
At the door, Rachel sticks her head out of the small crack, still clutching the sheet over herself. She must look a mess right now, hair ruffled, makeup smeared and lips swollen, not to mention that her only form of decency is a thin sheet. "Dad, daddy, what're you doing here?"
Both their mouths are open slightly, taking in her dishevelled appearance. "We wanted to take you out for dinner, but it looks like you're…otherwise engaged."
She catches her daddy trying to peer into her room, no doubt to see who's in there with her, and she makes the gap smaller. "You could have called. I'm," she clears her throat, "kind of busy." She takes a backwards glance at Finn, who's kind of just awkwardly sat there with a pillow in his lap as he waits for privacy once more.
"With your boyfriend?" He gives her the look, the one that had always made her feel like she was in trouble. And now she wishes that she'd told them earlier. Only, she knows what they think of people like Finn, and they've often made it clear that that isn't going to change any time soon. Maybe that's why she's been so scared about it – the thought of them not accepting and supporting her choice of boyfriend makes her stomach sink deeper and deeper by the second.
She looks into their eyes. "Yes, with Finn."
Their expressions say it all; they're not happy about this, especially finding her post coitus with him. Her dad sighs, "So, dinner? Since Finn is already here, I'm sure that he'll be happy to join us." He says this loudly, his voice carrying into her bedroom where Finn's eyes widen and his heart beat increases. Dinner with her dads. Dads. Not one, but two, who clearly don't like him, and are very aware that he's had sex with their daughter. And they want to go to dinner. This is going to be awkward, he knows, and he certainly wouldn't do it for any girl.
He watches Rachel talking to her fathers, her voice hushes all of a sudden before she finally manages to close the door and turns to him. "I'm so sorry," she gushes, "I didn't know that they'd come, and I should have, and now they want to talk to you at dinner and this is all a mess." She joins him on the bed once more, dropping her head into his hand. Finn takes hold on her chin, tilting it upwards so that she's looking at him.
"Rach, baby, just calm down," he tries to reassure her. He doesn't really do parents but, for Rachel, he'd so anything, "Look, we're going to get dressed and go to this dinner, and everything will be fine."
She pouts, her gaze downcast. "There's only one problem with that..."
"Hmm?"
"My parents…they don't like you. Like, at all."
Rachel's dads made their entrance! How is Finn ever going to win them over?
Please review :)
