Thanks for reading this story. We're nearing the end with this. I must say, I'm so proud of myself so far. I did up the rating for this story for a particular scene. I realized this story should have been rated M from the beginning. Don't hate for my mistake, but then again, kids hear even more crazy stuff than this in school. And now, here we go! On to the second to last chapter of A Very Glee Reunion.

Laying so closely
I feel your skin rubbing and touching me
Only sweat between us
Feeling you kissing and pleasing me
I rub your back
I kiss your neck
I know that you love when we touch like that
I can feel you need me
Feels so good to me
Feels so good to me
Speechless – Beyonce

I counted them.

I had six voicemail messages from Finn just three hours after we had kissed.

I didn't want to face him, to talk to him, when I knew it was what I needed.

I didn't know what came over me then. I acted out of animalistic instinct rather than intellect—and somehow a part of me loved every minute of it. I rarely ever acted on my feeling's account. I was always thinking into things that I needed to do. I was realist, not a dreamer. I couldn't pretend that this kiss wasn't anything—that it didn't mean anything to me. The truth was that it did and it scared me to know that I was in love with Finn Hudson—and I hadn't have done anything to make myself fall in love with him.

Was it just the time that we spent together, to know that we both held each other as equals now that turned me to him so bad? I didn't know, and I wanted to know. It was during the sixth message that I turned off the voice mail call and wanted to call him myself, to explain myself before a knock came on my door.

I stood slowly, not really wanting to get off of the couch that I had been sitting on for three hours and opened the door. The look on my face was priceless when I registered that Finn Hudson was right outside my door, a worried expression on his face.

"Tina, where did you go? I was looking all over for you. You scared me, did you know that", the look on his face was weary. I didn't know that I scared him that much. I instantly felt remorseful and I tried to explain myself, moving out of the door so that he could come in.

"I had to email a rough draft to my boss for a fact checker to run through and I was late for our appointment, I'm sorry I scared you", I made up a quick lie, biting at my bottom lip out of nervous habit. He seemed to believe it, for his face instantly relaxed. But even then, he started pacing.

I didn't know how long it took us to talk again, but the subject matter was dropped.

"There's people that want to see you again, Tina. Come with me to dinner tonight. You won't regret it. Is it a date?"

My heart fluttered at his words and I nodded. "Of course", I said and he instantly took my hand in his. "Good, because we're going to be late if we don't go, like now. You wanna drive? I'm out of gas."

I rolled my eyes. Same old Finn.

"Wait, wait", I pointed to the three people in front of me. I was on my sixth martini and third bottle of champagne. Noah Puckerman owns a bar in the strip that Finn and I had toured and he obviously omitted the information from me just now. Just like he omitted the information that Puck, Brittany Pierce, and Santana Lopez were in a three way relationship with each other and both girls were pregnant…at the same time.

"Why would you want to name the baby Santa again", I asked Brittany. The blonde was having a little boy while the Latina was having a baby girl. Noah Puckerman was a lucky man if he got what he wanted. Oh yeah, any guy's dream to be in a three way relationship. Did that meant that when they had sex, it would be in threesomes?

Okay, I must be totally drunk by now.

"Because I like Santa and I asked Santa if I could be pregnant and I did."

Of course, Brittany was always engrossed in the magic of Santa Claus and I was glad that she still doesn't know that the jolly red man doesn't exist. Her child would be easily happy with his mother no matter what happens. And by then, I was insanely jealous that the three of them were having a little family—as was Mercedes and Artie—so now they could be in the group with ease. It was only Finn and I that were unattached, but I wanted to be attached to him in more ways than one. Of course, alcohol talking.

"Santa Puckerman", Finn said and he and I started to laugh, Puck raising an eyebrow at the both of us. "Shut up, Hudson", the male spoke and I had to smile. He was so protective of both Brittany and Santana, his arms around the both of them as we drank and reminisced. "She can name the baby whatever she wants. The bar makes so much money, for all I care, she can name it Bar."

I shook my head. "Bar would be a good name. Or Jack. Jack Daniel Puckerman", I told him, remembering the conversation from high school that he and Quinn had when he wanted to name their baby Jack Daniel if it was a boy. It ended being a girl, they named it Beth, and now she was Rachel Berry's sister who followed her around everywhere.

"Yeah, baby", he turned to Brittany. Finn and I made mock gag signs while Santana glared at us. "We should name the baby Jack. Santa's a really good name, but I think there could only be one Santa."

"You're right", the blonde said before turning to Santana. "You're okay with the baby named Jack, right? You are going to be its mommy too."

Santana said nothing but leaned over Puck to kiss Brittany full on. "Jack and Brandy. I love it like I love you and Noah."

Before long, the three of them were getting too frisky for Finn and me, so we left their back room for the front of the bar. There, we both ordered more drinks; he had in his possession brandy while I sipped on my seventh martini. I usually didn't drink much at all—but I didn't realize how much I had drank tonight, but I knew it would all catch up to me in the end.

"Tina", he asked me, and I turned to face him, my eyes glued to his lips before my brain registered what I wanted to do and made my eyes shoot upward to his. He said my name so soft, so full of wanting that all I wanted was to kiss him then and there. I didn't get the chance, however, before he started talking again, back to the subject of this afternoon.

"Did you regret our kiss?" The question was so simple, but the answer was so difficult. I didn't know how to answer him, or if I did want to answer him. If I told him the truth, what if he didn't feel the same? I wasn't as if I was a mind reader. But what if I told him and he does what would I do of my life back in New York? The life I worked so hard to get?

I downed the rest of the martini in my hand before calling the bartender to call us a cab. I couldn't tell Finn that I hadn't regretted anything that we did, not at this bar. There would be a time and a place for talking. Right now, all I wanted to do was go home and sleep all of this off—or at least not give into my urge to barf all over the both of us.

We stumbled into Finn's apartment later on that night, both of us laughing at the looks that the taxi driver had given us when we paid. I threw in an extra tip, of course, used to the way things were back in New York. Maybe that was why the driver looked at us both weird—not because Finn and I were too drunk to drive, but because of the obscene amount of money I placed in his hand. I knew my rental car would be okay where it was, Puck's bar was in a very good location on the strip, and I knew that people probably left their cars there all the time when they couldn't drive home.

But Finn and I walked up the steps to his apartment, he holding me up to steady myself. I didn't know why I ended up drinking so damn much, but I didn't care then. I bought Finn and I at least three bottles to share while Brittany and Santana looked on with their pregnant selves. Maybe that was why I ended up drinking—everyone I knew had someone they loved, and was with someone they loved. I didn't even have the balls to tell Finn that I loved him, nor did I know that he loved me in return— if he had loved me in return.

All of that didn't matter right now, obviously. I was too engrossed with myself to make sure that I didn't puke all over the both of us. But in that instant, he had regaled in me something funny that had happened tonight and I ended up bursting into loud laughter. That was the reason why I didn't drink so much—I found everything too funny and that I was way too loud. Even then, an old lady came out of her apartment to look at us both. Finn and I put our fingers together to tell each other to shush before he opened the door and we both went in.

His apartment was what any typical bachelor pad would be like. There was a leather couch with a big plasma television and a matching coffee table in the living room—no doubt Kurt's housewarming present to Finn was to decorate his apartment for him. Finn was smart in that aspect if he wanted to impress his dates when he brought them home. It was then I wondered how many girls did tread through that door, and how insatiably turned on I was by the thought of Finn being a sexual voyeur. Of course, he would already be more experienced than I was. I haven't had sex in years.

"Nice house", I slurred out, spinning around before dropping my purse on the coffee table and kicking off my shoes. I didn't know where he went, but I ended up sitting on the leather couch and sighed at how comfortable it was. I knew it was going to be my place to crash for the night, so I might as well get used to it. I discarded my jacket onto the floor with my shoes and let out a loud sigh. The couch really was too comfortable for its own good. "Thanks", he said while he was discarding some of his own clothes at the door.

Minutes, or seconds later, I really didn't count. Finn came back to my view and I smiled at his shirtless frame. And it was then that I realized that I wasn't sorry for spilling something on his shirt at the bar. Most people didn't call him Finntuation for the hell of it. I was quite surprised that he ended up keeping his body in tip top form. I couldn't take my eyes off of him at this point really. I didn't know if it was the alcohol or what, but I stood up and walked right over to him.

My fingers had a mind of their own. They lay on his chest before trailing up and down his abs. My eyes were glued to what my hands were doing, but hell I didn't want to stop. I wanted Finn Hudson and damn all of my inhibitions. "Tina", he spoke out and I could already feel his hands in my hair. Damn did that ever feel so good. It was like an electric shock went through my frame, shaking me to my core. "Shh", I told him to shush and pressed my lips to his chest. "Remember what you asked me at the bar", I asked of him, moving again to place slower, sensual kisses on his chest. I tried to make my voice as sexual and seductive as I could. "I didn't regret that kiss this afternoon, Finn. Did you?"

Before long, Finn and I were lip locked, much like this afternoon. This time it wasn't feverish, it wasn't rough. It was slow, sensual, and dare it say it, so lustful that it made me weak in the knees. I couldn't stand while I returned the kiss. I had to jump, wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck to hold myself up to him. I wanted all of Finn at that moment and at that time. I didn't care anymore—if it hurt me in the process, so be it. At least I could prove to myself and tell myself that I loved this man and I should show him that I loved him.

We ended up moving towards his bedroom at that moment. I was too engrossed with just the thought of him touching me that I didn't notice anything—that I couldn't notice anything. Our kiss had to be broken, sadly, so that he could lay me down upon his bed. Soon, I discarded my top and his lips were upon my neck. I had to gasp when he found my weak spot, just below my ear, and I suppressed a shudder when his skilled hands discarded my bra. I accommodated him in between my legs just there, tilting my head to give him easier access to my neck. I nearly bit my bottom lip right out when his hand cupped one of my breasts, a sigh escaping me while I arched my hips up to his out of reaction.

Had I known Finn was such a gratuitous lover, I would have made my own run at him back in high school. He did everything he could to please me and everything that he did sent waves and waves of pleasure straight to my core. I ached for him and he hadn't even begun to do much of anything else. It wasn't until he replaced his hand with his mouth that I begged for him to touch me, to appease me of want I craved for. He only lifted his head to smirk at me then and damn it if I didn't come then and there. He brought his head down to give me another slow kiss, and how I didn't know, the rest of my clothing was gone. I lay fully naked under Finn Hudson and I didn't care.

And damn could he tease. That hand of his trailed up on the inside of my leg before dipping into the apex of my legs. I screamed a 'yes' into the kiss, shuddering at the touch that he was giving me. He barely grazed his thumb against my clit before I bucked my hips against it, making the finger that was teasing my entrance enter. Before long, I came, just with his hand alone and I could already feel myself weak.

But it wasn't enough. I wanted to be speechless.

"Finn, please. I want you. I love you", I slurred out, looking up at him with half lidded lustful eyes. He merely nodded and stayed hovered above me, already kicking off his unbuttoned jeans. I doubt I was thinking about protection then, but he was—and even then, he was still nuzzling his face into my neck, already making a mark at the spot that craved him most.

Soon, we were both rocking against each other, meeting each other thrust for thrust, slow and sensual. My hands and fingers were everywhere, busying them while we were connected. Slow kisses were still given to each other. And then, my world was rocked then again—and so forcefully this time that my world went dark for a second. I could easily hear the "Tina", which he had let out then as well, a satisfied smile coming over me.

I knew it wasn't the only time I laid writhing under or over Finn Hudson that night, and by all means I loved every minute of it.

But every good thing has to come to an end.

I woke up that morning, panicked. Sure, the hangover seeping through my brain was bad enough, but I just made love to Finn Hudson—thrice in one night. Of course, I remembered every bit of it, every jaw dropping, pleasure filled moment of it. But it wasn't right—I was to leave to go back in two days. Was it wise for me to do this to myself? I couldn't do long distance relationships—the one with Mike showed that.

I made sure I didn't disturb Finn when I left his bed and grabbed my clothes. He looked too peaceful, so close to perfection that I had to choke back a sob before I left the apartment. I called the taxi company to get back my car. Screw the reunion. I needed to leave now.

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