Overall Summary: Rachel and Finn just can't keep their hands off each other. A collection of M-rated oneshots. Finchel.

Individual Summary: The Glee students have an assignment; Finn practices extremely hard, but just can't seem to get it. Rachel gives him a little help of her own.

Kicking Down the Fences

So how do you get here under my skin?
I swore that I'd never let you back in
Should have known better in trying to let you go

"Finn that was amazing! You really captured the emotion in the song; I'm extremely pleased with how well this turned out. Once again, I have to stress how amazing that was!" Mr. Schue exclaimed.

Finn blushed, "Erm, I had a pretty great teacher; Rachel helped me a lot with it."

Mr. Schue turned to Rachel, smiling at the teenager; he should have known she'd have something to do with Finn's sudden vocal improvement. She'd helped everyone in glee so far, some willingly, others by force. Finn, he realized, was definitely by choice. "Well whatever you did with Finn to help him, keep doing it Rachel! He really has improved drastically in the last two days."

If it was possible, Finn blushed an even deeper shade of crimson while Rachel said, "that won't be a problem Mr. Schue ... I'll work on it with him every day if he insists."

"That would be great." Finn insisted, looking at Rachel knowingly. It was her turn to blush.


Okay, let's try this again... one finger here ... okay one hand down, now for the left... Finn smiled as his hands rested on the proper keys of the piano for the first time that afternoon. He looked to the sheet music, pressing down with his fingers, attempting to create the perfect note – all that came out was a flat, toneless screech. Finn sighed angrily, his hands slamming down onto the keys of the piano, creating a less-than-great symphony.

Great, on the day that I need him most, Brad decides to call in sick. Typical; what was it that Mr. Schue said earlier?...'Sometimes being special sucks.' Ain't that the truth, Finn thought bitterly, taking his hands off the piano and then pressing them harshly into the piano keys in another wave of frustration and panic. He had to perform this number tomorrow – and he didn't even have the words down 'cause he couldn't play the damn piano!

"I don't believe I've had the ... pleasure of learning that note, Mr. Hudson."

Finn snapped his head towards the door and relaxed when he saw his long-term girlfriend standing in the doorway. Finn pouted playfully, "You say that like you're not enjoying my amazing piano-playing skills."

Rachel laughed loudly at his comment. Walking into the room, she spotted her homework on the risers and went to retrieve it. "No, no, no; I really do."

Finn scoffed, "Yeah right, I know I'm crappy. Whatever. Anyway, what're up to during your free period?" He turned back to the piano and re-adjusted his hands on the keys again.

Rachel held up the binder and loose sheets she held in her hands, "Homework." She walked over to the piano and immediately noticed he'd misplaced his hands on the keys. Reaching over his shoulder, Rachel guided his hands to the proper keys.

He smiled at her over his shoulder, "Thanks. Hm, if I promised to help you with your homework after school, would you help me with this song? I'm having a really tough time with it..."

Rachel laughed, "You? Help me with homework? I think I'd be better off doing it by myself." Finn's shoulders dropped. "However, I would be honoured to teach you the art of the piano. The trick is to..." Rachel continued to speak of the 'short-cuts'. '...But of course, she would never use them – but for a beginner, she would make an exception for using something so (as she referred to it) frowned upon...' "And you know, all the great players of history; Beethoven, Bach and Mozart included..." She rambled on continuously about their great contributions to the musical realm of the world and moved to sit beside him on the bench.

She began to show him the proper notes of the piano; placing sticky-notes upon the keys (a trick she had learned from Kurt while spying on his rehearsal time – what? ...she needed to sort out the competition). As she played, Finn couldn't help but admire the way her fingers danced upon the keys with such ease it seemed as though she were just breathing. Her slender fingers sought out the correct keys in perfect sequence as it was needed for the notes being displayed on the sheet music set before her. Her eyes ran over the paper, memorizing the notes just before needing them so the piece flowed with such grace, Finn was momentarily blown away. Of course he knew Rachel was talented, and shone like a star in anything and everything she attempted. But musically, Rachel was a genius. He knew, no matter what the future brought the couple to, this was where her mind; her soul, belonged.

"...just like that," she finished. "Finn? Are you even listening? Did you hear a word I just said?"

"Yes," Finn replied proudly. "You said my name."

Rachel looked at him with disbelief etched onto her young features, a frown burrowing into her face. "Finn, you asked me to help you and I kindly offered my expertise. Although you are my boyfriend and I do love you, I consider this aspect of our relationship as a professional one. I can see you do not. Would you kindly ask someone who is prepared to wait for six years for you to pay attention? If you need me for something else – or something you may, possibly pay attention to – I will be in the library." Rachel was about to stalk off in her normal, drama-queen fashion, when Finn grabbed her arm to prevent her from leaving.

"I'm sorry! Rach, I really am trying to pay attention. This thing just doesn't come easily to me. Singing is one thing; dancing is another, but playing the piano? I can't do it. I just can't. I'm not nearly as good as you; in anything."

"Flattery will get you anywhere," Rachel said as she turned to face him once again.

"Rach, you're amazing; and I know you know that. Can you please help me? I promise to pay attention."

Rachel sighed, "But that's the problem Finn Hudson! I understand that you are not as well versed in music as I, but how can I teach you something when you obviously can't learn it as quickly and easily as I do?"

Finn though for a minute and then responded brightly, "Whenever my mom wants me to do something, she bribes me with Reese Cups." A smile grew a mile a minute on Rachel's face and before she knew it she was grinning widely, resembling something quite like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.

Rachel manoeuvred herself so she stood behind Finn, having a clear view to the piano and Finn's hands which currently rested on his lap. "Put your hands on the proper keys..." Her voice trailed off as her hand climbed up Finn's arm.

"Wh-wha-" Finn cleared his throat, "what are you doing?"

"Which key is C?" Rachel murmured, peering over his right shoulder. Finn pressed his finger down onto the C and Rachel's hand slid down to rub his chest through the material of his shirt. "Hmm, and G?" Finn pressed down on the correct key again and Rachel bent to press a delicate kiss to the back of his neck. "D?" Finn pressed down on the key of B and Rachel's arm rose to pinch his ear. Finn yelped and Rachel repeated in a breathy tone, "D, as in..." Rachel leaned down and breathed a single word into Finn's ear, igniting a fire within his body, "dick."

Finn bit back a groan and instead demanded, "What are you doing?" How the hell was he supposed to concentrate on learning a song when Rachel was so insistent on frying his brains? Seriously, all he could think of now was the best way to get her pants out of the way and shove his, yes, dick into her.

"Well, your mom bribes you with Reese's Peanut Butter Cups ... and for a brief moment I was going to run to the vending machines to buy you a few. But then I found myself thinking, but what does Finn like even better than chocolate..?"

Before Finn could filter the words and stop the word vomit, he uttered two words than made Rachel tremble with a little desire of her own. "Rachel's body."

"Exactly. However, I can't have sex with you while you play the piano, so I'll try to do the next best thing." Pausing, Rachel asked Finn to find 'A' for her, which he did with ease. "So hot-stuff, every time you do something right, I'll do something nice for you. When you do something wrong..." she trailed off, and Finn got the message rather quickly. Her body pressed against his back. He nodded and asked for the next note. "Try playing this," Rachel tried, instead, pointing to a collection of notes.

The first few notes were played beautifully and Rachel showed her appreciation by giving his shoulders a gentle massage. The flawless playing didn't last long and Rachel stepped away from him, not allowing any contact between their bodies. Finn grunted and tried the verse again; Rachel stepped around him and knelt down under the piano. Her hands moved to split his thighs, allowing Rachel to kneel between his shaking legs. He was playing well as Rachel's fingers moved up his inner thighs. As she began to stroke him through his clothing, the playing faltered and he looked down at her, eyes wide. Her hands moved from the bulge to his lower stomach to which he groaned at the loss of contact with his manhood. She stroked his lower abs and as his playing continued, her hands slid down his body to unbutton his dark-wash jeans. Her fingers pulled the zipper carefully and her hands reached into his boxers, bringing his erection out into the open. Leaning forward, Rachel blew air onto it.

"Finn, you're amazing," Finn didn't know if she happened to be talking about his playing or the size of his penis, but whatever it was, he really couldn't take any time to think about it right now. It was taking all of his concentration not to make a mistake and blow the note because, boy, did he need this. Rachel took him into her hands and began to pump him in her fist.

She pumped until he hardened to his fullest and then slid forward, taking him into her mouth.

At the first lap of her tongue, Finn's hands slumped to the keys, creating the unbearable noise from before. Rachel immediately withdrew her lips from around his length and bit his inner thigh. Rachel nibbled away at his leg until the playing resumed. Her mouth moved up again and brought him into her awaiting mouth. Just taking the first inch in at first, Rachel traced her tongue over the surface. She slid forward, taking him into her mouth inch by inch until he wouldn't fit any farther. Grasping the rest of him in her hands, she sucked on him, her tongue running over every spot, reaching into every crevice. Finn grunted and his hips bucked. The playing had stopped, but Rachel seriously couldn't care less. She wasn't going to deny her man any longer; not when he so desperately needed her. Sucking more harshly, she began to pump again. It wasn't long before Finn came undone.

"Rachel!" Finn's hips jerked up to Rachel's mouth as his seed spilled from his dick. Rachel swallowed him and sucked leisurely on his deflating length. Crawling out from under the piano, Rachel then rose to her feet and gave Finn a quick kiss before gathering her discarded binder and homework. Finn panted heavily and pulled his boxers and jeans to cover himself once again. He left the piano's bench and gathered his belongings before following Rachel out of the choir room.

"So do you think you'll do fine tomorrow?"

"I hope so. I just hope that I don't get hard just by looking at the piano..."

"So I did okay? At teaching you, I mean."

Finn squeezed her hand as they walked in the library doors (Finn mentally preparing himself for a full hour of silence and studying). He reassured her in a hushed tone, "Absolutely fantastic."

Rachel's eyes lit up. "Really? 'Cause I was thinking that to start on my university fund, I should start some sort of business, and if you say I'm good at teaching piano, I could try to-"

Finn interrupted her, "Absolutely not!" Rachel was put into a state of hysterical laughter, and when Finn finally realized she was joking, he joined in. They were reprimanded immediately by the librarian.


The chiming of the bell knocked Finn out of his thoughts and the touch to his upper arm brought him back to present time better than anything else could have. Rachel's hand slid down his arm and settled itself in his grasp, the two walking from the choir room together. They dropped their stuff in their lockers, grabbing textbooks and worksheets to work on later that night. They continued out of the school and got into Finn's car.

Finn drove down the winding streets of Lima, stopping at red lights and red-octagonal shapes signs. As Rachel's house came into view, she began gathering her things and once the car was stopped and the key was taken out of the ignition, Rachel jumped out of the car and Finn followed her dancing form into her house. As per usual, they fixed themselves a light, healthy (vegetarian) snack. Finn carried both plates of food to the living room where he promptly stopped as his eyes slid over the sleek grand piano sitting to the right of the room.

"Oh Rachel-dearest," he called in a sing-song voice to where Rachel was collecting drinks for the two of them.

"Yes Finn?" Rachel questioned as she rounded the corner. Finn was sitting on the bench of the piano, the food laid, forgotten, on the coffee table a few feet away.

He pressed a finger to a random key on the instrument, then looked up and over to her with extremely hopeful look in his eyes. "I think I forgot that one note you showed me yesterday..." He paused to make another very purposeful mistake. "Do you think you could show me again? I just know I'll get it with a little more practice."

Rachel gently set the drinks on a bookshelf to her left and sauntered over to his side with a slight smile on her face. "Oh, Finn baby, I think it's going to take a heck of a lot of practice time."

Her hands crept to unbutton his shirt, gently sliding her hands along the skin underneath. Finn groaned under his breath and pulled Rachel around the bench, picking her up and letting her legs come up to rest comfortably around his waist. Crotches now pressing together, he mumbled against her lips, "I think I'm up for the challenge."

Hard as I try, I know I can't quit
Something about you is so addictive.
We're falling together;
You'd think that by now I'd know

'Cause here we go, go, go again.



Author's Note: Comments? Questions? Concerns? Let me know, and have a great day/night!