Chapter 30

Harmony

Half an hour later, they arrived at the motel. There, Mr. Shuster split girls and guys into groups. Then, for the first time since they had been reunited, Rachel and Finn had to part from another, reluctantly letting go of each other's hand. Finn left with Puck and Rachel with Kurt. Everybody went to their room to freshen up and to get ready for their night in New York because, earlier, Mr. Shuster had told them that, by day, they would dance and sing, but that the night was their; they all really wanted to take advantage of it.

Kurt helped Rachel to bring her suitcases in their room. Exhausted from their day full of emotions, they both let themselves fall on their bed. Their rest was interrupted by three little knocks on the door.

Hearing the knocks, they both rose from their bed at the same time.

"It must be your prince charming, Milady." said Kurt, happily, letting himself falling back on his bed.

Rachel quickly rose from hers and ran to the door. She opened it. Her contagious smile disappeared when she saw Puck behind it.

"I see you're happy to see me!" said Puck ironically. "Maybe I should take my offer with me and go back in hell with it!" said Puck as he faked leaving.

"I am sorry Noah, I assumed it was Finn; I was kind of waiting for him. I am always happy to see you." Rachel said, hugging her friend.

Puck stepped back from Rachel's arms, a cocky smile on his face.

"What's your offer Noah?" added Rachel curiously, wondering what her friend's mind had been up to.

"Yeah, what evil plan did your devious mind cooked Puckeman?" said Kurt who had stood up and had walked toward Rachel.

"Our room is too small for Hudson and I and I told myself that you guy could benefit the lack of space to get in sync, if you know what I mean." said Puck suggestively crossing all his fingers together. "You should stop waiting for little Hudson and take the mattress into your own hands, sorry matters." said Puck, laughing.

"Are you implying we should switch room, Noah? What about Mr. Shuster?" said Rachel, half smiling at the thought that she could spend the night with the boy she loved and deceived that it wasn't allowed to happen.

"I don't plan on staying here tonight. It is New York baby, one hell of a night to remember and I intent to make the most of it." said Puck smiling. "I can cover for you guys and say that you both came with me on my partying tout, if Kurt can hold his tong." added Puck, arms crossed on his chest and looking at Kurt.

"Don't look at me, I am in." said Kurt making a step back. "But, I do have a special request; if you guys "sing" don't "sing" too loud. Finn's room is next door and I don't want by ears to bleed." added Kurt, mimicking parentheses with his finger when he said the word sing.

Hearing her friend allegations, Rachel blushed.

Then, she went to Noah and hugged him.

"I have another tip for you; you should go and surprise him Berry." Puck said, giving her the second key of his and Finn's room. "I bet he's going to be manly thrilled and exited about it." said Puck winking.

Rachel took the key and thanked her friend. Then, Puck left and Rachel closed the door behind her. Quickly, she went to her suitcase to see which pyjama she could wear for the occasion. Seeing her turning her suitcase upside down, Kurt came to see her.

"It's all about the gift and not necessary the wrapping, Rachel." said Kurt looking into her friend suitcase.

Kurt found a silk white pyjama in Rachel's suitcase. He told her to wear it and to choose her sexiest underwear, so she could be prepare if they "sang" together.

Rachel took her pyjama, underwear and went into the bathroom to put them on. She had an idea while she was brushing her hair. She had to replicate the night they had spent together; secretly hoping it would end the same way.

She left the bathroom few minutes later. She went to her suitcase and took a DVD from it; Évita. Then, she took the key she had left on the bedside table. She said goodnight to Kurt and went to Finn's room, hopping that he was going to be exited to see her. Little did she know that her choice of word wasn't long or hard enough to describe it!

Getting out of a hot shower and passing a towel on his waist, Finn couldn't stop thinking about Rachel. He couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful she was, how happy he was feeling around her, how blissful her voice was, how much she smelled good, how much her hands were so soft against his, how good she tasted, how close they had gotten during this day. He hoped that this sudden and warm closeness wouldn't end there; he needed to hear, to see her, to smell her, to touch her, to taste her all night.

Lost in his mind and getting harder with every thought he was having about Rachel, he didn't hear the knocks on the room's door.

Drying his hair with a towel, he heard few weak noises from the room. Then, he stopped moving and listened carefully; the noises were mattress squeaks.

"Don't tell me you brought a girl here, Puck, you know we…" screamed Finn stepping into the room, but stop talking when he saw Rachel sitting on one of the twin bed.

"Surprise!" said Rachel, showing Finn the key that Puck had given her.

Hearing and seeing her, Finn lost track of time, his way with word, his common sense and his towel; showing Rachel his already swollen and erected pole business.

When the cotton fell off Finn's waist, Rachel dropped her DVD she was holding.

Embarrassed, Finn bent over and took the white material back into his hands and covered himself with it, but Rachel grabbed it and pulled it off.

She stayed there in front of him and kept looking at him, all of him.

"Do I really make you feel like this?" she said approaching her hand from his waist.

"Stay where you are Rach or I am going to blow." Finn said, stepping back before she could touch him.

"I'll take that as a yes." she said walking closer to him in spite of Finn's warning, eyes full of lust.

She backed him until he fell on the bed.

Then, she grabbed her pyjama top and tore it up. She also took off her pants.

Finn couldn't stop looking at her, mesmerized, close to eruption.

Then, Rachel pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. She put her hands in her back and undid her bra.

Seeing her free breast and wanting to touch them, Finn had trouble concentrating on "the mailman" and when she brought his sweaty and shaky hands onto them, he couldn't take it anymore and he came onto her belly.

"I am so sorry Rachel." He said, getting his hands off her.

Then, he gently pushed her off him and sat on the edge of the bed. He took a pillow and covered his manhood with it.

"It's okay Finn." said Rachel, sitting on the edge of the bed with him.

"No, it's not. You come here and you play the vixen on me and I blow it, literally." said Finn, ashamed. "Maybe we should watch the DVD you've brought; that way I won't totally waste your night." Finn added, looking at the Évita DVD that was lying on the floor, avoiding Rachel's gaze.

"First, Finn, I don't play with you. With you, I am me, who I want to be. You make me feel like a vixen Finn, only you have that effect on me. This is real Finn." said Rachel, bringing Finn's hand between her breasts. "My heart his yours, mailman or not, I accept you for who and what you are. I love you Finn." Rachel said, kissing him slightly on the lips. "And secondly, about the DVD, I wanted to recreate our first night, our first time together, to show you how I cherish it!" said Rachel blushing. "I wished that the DVD would lead to… love." she added, taking his chin into her hand, forcing him to look at her. "but seeing you, all of you, gorgeous you, made me lose my mind, you make me lose my mind Finn, you are my heart, my guts; you are my Argentina Finn; my country, my Home, my favourite place, who I'd give my life for..." Rachel added as she went to kiss him on the lips.

"Your mouth is the heaven I'd always want to touch." Rachel said kissing him once more.

First, they kissed gently and the kiss grew and become more passionate. Then, she rose from the bed and she stood before Finn. She kissed him once more making sure he was looking at her.

"You eyes are warm suns I feel myself burning under. " Rachel said looking at him straight in the eyes, removing her panties.

"Your body is a beach I want to lay on all day." Rachel added as she snatched the pillow from his waist and forced him to lay on his back.

She laid herself on Finn and switched their position for him to be above her.

"Finn, you are perfect to me, popular or not, mailman or not, clever or not, you are my Finn and I love you as you are." she said, parting her legs.

"I want you. I need you." Rachel said, kissing Finn gently. "And, everything is all about practice and you know just how I like everything to be perfect." added Rachel smiling libidinously.

"You know I have never been much of a perfectionist, but I'll make an exception about this" said Finn, smiling back at her and kissing her gently. "Did I ever tell you that I loved you Rachel Berry?" added Finn, caressing her cheek.

"Yeah, but I'll never get tired to hear it!" said Rachel, taking one of his finger and taking it into her mouth.

Feeling him getting harder and harder, he took his finger out of Rachel's mouth and kissed her passionately.

"Forget what I said earlier in the green; this is the best surprise ever!" said Finn between two kisses, as he looked into her eyes.

Then, Rachel put her legs around his waist and guided him into her.

The next morning, Finn and Rachel woke up together, intertwined with one another; heart, soul, mind melting in one. They kept starring at each other seeing life smiling at them through the other's features.

They hopped that life would be kinder to them now that they had found their way back into each other's arms. They knew that, as long as they loved each other; they could face the world; Finchel style's.

THE END...

I want to say thanks to everybody who read this story, hope you guys had as much fun reading it as I had writing it. I really enjoyed reading your comments, good words and encouragements during this long process.

I hope to be back soon with another Finchel story. If writers don't give me enough Finchel or if all I heard is true, which I despise (Finn and Quinn –fingers in the throat – just an image.) I certainly will.

Again, Merci pour tout. Thanks you support.