A/N: The response to this story has been amazing (and surprised me!) so here's chapter two! I hope it's everything you want it to be :) And I still don't own anything!

Chapter Two: Getting To Know You

Finn woke up in the middle of the night since he was used to being on the graveyard shift at work. He was totally surprised to see that Rachel was telling the truth. She was all over him! Her leg was wrapped around his legs and her arm was slung around his midsection. But what surprised him even more was that his arm was wrapped around her, too. If this was a typical situation, Finn would have woken her up and politely asked her to scoot over, or at least he would have gently pushed her away.

But this wasn't a typical situation and Finn held onto her more tightly with a big grin on his face.

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Now, Finn was usually pretty pissed off when his neighbors woke him up. He got into plenty of arguments with them and even resorted to blasting his music when he knew they were trying to sleep (sure, he's a cop, but there's only so much a person can take).

So when he heard Rachel singing in the shower, waking him from his peaceful slumber, he was pissed. For about two seconds. Then, he just sat and listened to the most wonderful voice he had ever heard.

Oh my man I love him so

He'll never know

All my life is just despair

But I don't care

When he takes me in his arms

The world is bright, alright

What's the difference if I say

I'll go away

When I know I'll come back

On my knees someday

For whatever my man is

I am his forever more!

Finn sat there with his jaw wide open, wondering how in the world someone could sound so amazingly perfect. Now he felt like even more of an ass over what he said to her last night. Not only did she have talent, but she deserved for people to treat her like she was royalty.

Then Finn had to sit back for a second. He totally realized that he sounded like a sappy chick. What was this girl doing to him? He was pretty sure that he liked her. Hell, even a blind person could see it. But did she like him? She seemed like she did last night, but then again, she could just be a huge flirt.

As soon as Finn thought that, he had to take it back. Rachel didn't seem like one of those girls. She was definitely tough for someone that was so tiny. The definition of a New Yorker. Girls like that went after something they wanted. Finn could only hope that she decided to go after him.

Then he had to laugh, 'cause he totally sounded like he was back in high school again.

Minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Rachel walked out with damp hair, in one of the new dresses that they had bought yesterday.

"Good morning, Finn," Rachel said, sounding surprised. "I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"Kinda…" Finn said with a smirk.

"I'm so sorry!" Rachel apologized quickly. "Sometimes I just kind of forget where I am and just sing like I'm on stage or something…"

"Don't apologize," Finn said quickly, standing up. "I couldn't think of a better way to be woken up, honestly. I mean, you're incredible."

"That's very sweet of you to say," Rachel said with a wide smile.

"Seriously, how the hell are you not on stage right now?" Finn asked incredulously.

Rachel shrugged. "Some casting directors insist that I'm not right for a part. I'm either too short or too tan or my nose is too big. I had an audition yesterday for West Side Story and I was almost certain that I'd get the role. I've considered myself perfect for the role of Maria. I even went through a phase in high school where I wanted to change my name to Maria," Rachel said quickly, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Has anyone ever told you that you talk really fast?" Finn said with a smirk.

Rachel giggled. "I've heard that once or twice. I just get really excited when I start talking about Broadway," she explained.

"I wasn't making fun of you. Just making an observation," Finn said with a shrug.

"I know what you meant," Rachel said with a smile. "I'm finished in the bathroom if you want to get in. I showered rather quickly so that there would still be some hot water for you."

"Thanks, Rach," Finn said with a smile. He got up off the bed and headed toward where his clothes were. "Oh, and you're a pretty awesome snuggle buddy," Finn said with a smirk.

Rachel looked down in embarrassment. "I warned you," she said quietly.

Finn surprised her by laughing. "It's not a big deal, Rach," he said. "I didn't mind it." Rachel looked up at him and they shared a smile.

She totally wants me, Finn thought to himself.

"My dad used to call me 'Rach'," she said with a serene smile.

"Do you want me to stop?" Finn asked, not wanting to upset her.

"No! Not at all. I like it," she insisted.

"Then I'll be sure to keep doing it," Finn said with a cute little half smile. Oh, he's adorable, Rachel thought to herself. She watched as he walked in the bathroom. He smirked at her again before closing the door.

And he totally wants me, she thought to herself.

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"I am so bored!" Rachel complained loudly.

"I had no idea," Finn said sarcastically. "It's not like you haven't said it every two minutes for the last hour or anything!"

"Don't be mean," Rachel chided. "We should go do something…"

"We can only leave when necessary," Finn reminded her. "The whole point of protective custody is to stay away from danger, not walk around looking for it."

"We won't be looking for danger," Rachel said, rolling her eyes. "I saw a bar right on the corner. We won't even be going far."

"And how are we supposed to get drinks, Rach? You don't have an ID remember?" Finn said.

"You can just get them for me," Rachel said with a smile.

Finn huffed. "Well, how are we supposed to pay for them?" he asked, hoping he'd find a way to get out of it.

"The dress I was wearing yesterday has pockets. I safety pin my money on the inside in case my purse is snatched or I get hit by a pickpocket," Rachel said. "I was going to pay rent, but it looks like I don't need to do that now…"

Finn looked down, suddenly remembering her landlord, Charles. "I don't know about this, Rach," Finn said uneasily.

"Come on," Rachel said, trying to sound persuasive. "We've had a rough couple of days. We deserve to let loose a little."

Finn looked up at her and saw that she was pouting a little. He was total putty in her hands. "Fine," Finn relented.

Rachel squealed before jumping up and down, clapping her hands together in excitement. "This is going to be great," she said.

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"This is ridiculous!" Rachel complained, standing next to Finn at the bar. The place was totally packed and they found it damn near impossible to get the bartender's attention to order their drinks.

"You're the one that wanted to come here," Finn reminded her. "We could have just grabbed some beer from the store."

"I'm not in the mood for beer. I want some mixed drinks," Rachel said, rolling her eyes. "Do you think he'd mind if I jumped back there and made them myself?"

Finn turned to her, surprised. "You know how to make drinks?" he asked.

"I'm a bartender," she explained. "But don't judge me! There aren't many jobs in New York and I'm lucky I got the one that I have!"

"I'm not judging you," Finn said quickly. "I think that's kind of cool."

"It's not always cool," Rachel said, shaking her head. "More often than not, I'm turning down drunk old dudes that think it's okay to grope someone."

"That sounds terrible," Finn said with a small frown.

Rachel shrugged. "It pays the bills," she said. "And I'm not stupid. I've taken self defense classes." Finn smiled at her. "Do you think they'll fire me after this? I haven't even called and explained anything to my boss yet," Rachel said, sounding a bit worried.

"We'll figure something out tomorrow," Finn said, trying to ease her worry. "We're supposed to be letting loose tonight, remember?"

"You're right," Rachel said with a blinding smile. "I'll be right back." Finn watched in amazement as Rachel walked around the back of the bar and started making her drink. She even grabbed Finn a beer and placed a ten dollar bill by the register before walking back out. The bartender didn't even notice.

"That was awesome!" Finn chuckled.

"Thank you," Rachel said with a little curtsy, giggling.

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Finn watched as Rachel danced on the impromptu dance floor. She had some pretty good moves for a drunk chick. Finn wasn't much of a dancer, so he just supervised, making sure that she didn't fall and hurt herself or something.

He watched as some older dude stumbled up to her. It was obvious that he was totally wasted, too. He grabbed Rachel's hips and started swaying along with her. Finn didn't like that at all. He grew even more concerned when he saw Rachel put her hands on his chest and attempt to push him away from her. At that point, Finn decided that he had to intervene.

So, he left his half-empty beer and walked over to where Rachel was still attempting to push the guy away.

"I don't want to dance with you," Rachel said in a child-like voice.

"Why not?" the guy slurred. Rachel looked up and looked around, trying to find Finn. She smiled when she saw him walking toward her.

"I'm his," Rachel said loudly, pointing toward Finn. Finn knew she was drunk and that she probably didn't know what she was talking about, but he still felt his chest swell with pride. The drunk dude looked up and saw Finn coming toward him. He scampered away like a dog with its tail between its legs. Finn found that pretty funny.

"Hi, Finn!" Rachel said excitedly when he finally reached her. She threw her arms around him in a hug and he hugged her back.

"You ready to get out of here, Rach?" Finn asked.

"That might be a good idea," Rachel said. "Your face is kinda blurry." Finn laughed before putting an arm around Rachel's shoulders and leading her out of the bar.

As they were walking outside, Finn could have sworn he saw a familiar face. He did a double take, but when he looked again, the person he thought he saw was gone. Finn just shook his head, figuring the beer was getting to him a little.

"You would think a bartender would have a higher tolerance," Finn said, chuckling. He was clearly supporting Rachel, who was finding it rather difficult to remain upright on her own.

"It's just 'cause I'm all tiny and stuff," Rachel said, sounding like a child again.

"How many drinks did you have?" Finn asked, obviously amused.

Rachel had to think for a moment. "Four I think," she said, shrugging. "I can't really remember." She then abruptly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and looked up at Finn. "I like you," she blurted out, unashamed.

Finn looked down at her and smiled. "I like you too, Rach," he replied. He was then taken completely by surprise when she jumped up and put her lips to his for an intense kiss. Finn was really enjoying himself, but he didn't want his and Rachel's relationship to be determined by a drunken kiss in the middle of the street.

So, Finn gently put his hands on Rachel's shoulders and pushed her away.

"We can't do this, Rach," he said quietly. She looked confused for a second before she started pouting.

"I'm not pretty enough, right?" she said, sounding like she was on the verge of tears. "It's what everyone says! My nose is too big and my eyes make me look like some animated cartoon character!"

"No, Rach! That's not it at all!" Finn insisted. Rachel backed away from Finn as the tears started to fall.

"Yes it is! I can never have what I want!" Rachel cried before turning back toward the motel and attempting to run the rest of the way.

Finn followed right behind her. He was inches away from her when she tripped over her own feet and fell to the ground. Instead of getting up, she just sat there and dropped her head into her hands, crying.

Finn crouched down next to her and put his hand under her chin, making her look up at him. "Rachel, you're gorgeous. And I really, really like you. I just don't want to do anything that you won't remember in the morning, okay?" Finn said, trying to sound comforting.

Rachel sniffled. Finn thought she looked adorable. "Do you really mean that?" she asked.

"Of course I do," Finn insisted. He reached up and wiped away the tears just as Rachel started smiling. "Come on, let's get you back and in bed, alright?" Rachel nodded.

Finn stood and crouched over, helping Rachel to her feet. When she was steady, he wrapped an arm securely around her waist and led her back to the motel.

Finn felt like he was a teenager helping a drunk friend get home before their mom figured out they were wasted. He grabbed Rachel a t-shirt of his for pajamas and helped her into the bathroom. Minutes later, she called him in after she had trouble putting the toothpaste on her toothbrush. Finn also had to hold her hair while she washed her face; she couldn't remember where she put her rubber band for her hair.

After she was ready to go to sleep, Finn led her to bed and eased her down before grabbing the garbage can and placing it next to her on the floor.

"Thanks, Finn," Rachel said sleepily. "You're all awesome and stuff."

Finn chuckled. "You're welcome, Rach," he said with a warm smile. "Now get some sleep. I'll have the aspirin ready for you when you wake up."

"Okay," she responded quietly. She then rolled on her side and closed her eyes.

Minutes later, Finn walked out of the bathroom, ready for bed. He turned all the lights off and locked the door before climbing in the bed. Rachel was already snoring lightly, which made Finn smile. He climbed into the bed carefully, not wanting to jostle her.

Before he could totally fall asleep, he felt Rachel scoot toward him before throwing both her arm and leg over him. Finn knew that she didn't know what she was doing, but he was fully conscious of his actions as he put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

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"Oh God!" Rachel moaned the next morning. "Please turn off the sun!" Finn couldn't help but laugh as he sat at the small dining room table, eating his cereal (using one of the spoons and bowls that Rachel reminded him to get the other day).

Rachel peeked an eye open and glared at Finn. "I'm glad you think me being hungover is funny," Rachel said sarcastically.

"It's freaking hilarious," Finn said with a smirk. Rachel slowly got up and walked over to Finn, grabbing the aspirin off the table next to him. "I knew you would need those," he said, chuckling.

"Don't make me hurt you," Rachel warned as she opened the bottle before throwing two aspirin in her mouth. Finn couldn't help but laugh at her threat.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" Finn asked with a smile.

"Vaguely," Rachel said. Then she narrowed her eyes at him. "Why? What happened?"

Finn shrugged. "You said you liked me," he said nonchalantly.

"I kind of have to like you," Rachel said, rolling her eyes. "We're stuck together indefinitely, remember?"

"I don't think you meant it that way," Finn said, the smirk not leaving his face.

"What? Are you a mind reader?" Rachel snapped.

"No. I'm pretty sure I know how you meant it after you kissed me," he said, gloating.

He looked up in time to see Rachel's blank face; she was at a loss for words.

After a few moments, she seemed to find her voice. "I was drunk, Finn! I wasn't thinking clearly!" Rachel insisted.

"Yeah you were," Finn countered. "Just admit that you like me and we can get past this whole awkward stage."

Rachel huffed before turning on her heel and marching into the bathroom.

"Someone's in denial!" Finn shouted right before she slammed the door.

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Rachel laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in complete and utter boredom. Finn sat in one of the chairs at the tiny table in the kitchen. He was playing solitaire with some cards they bought at the store the other night, but he wasn't really focusing on the game. He kept glancing at Rachel with a grin on his face. He knew she was bored and he was just waiting for her to start complaining.

"Still feel hungover?" he asked with a smirk.

"Not really," Rachel admitted. "Those aspirin kicked in pretty quickly."

They then both jumped as they heard a ringing noise. Finn remembered the phone in his pocket that the precinct gave him for emergencies. He reached in his pocket and pulled it out.

"You had a phone this entire time?" Rachel yelled, sitting up and glaring at him. "I had to go convince the creepy motel owner to let me use his phone while you had one?"

"You never asked if I had one," Finn said with a grin.

Rachel groaned and lay back down. "You're such a child," she complained.

"Takes one to know one," Finn said in a sing-song voice.

Rachel sat up and looked at him in confusion. "You are aware that you're old enough to use comebacks meant for someone older than four, right?" she asked.

"Oh, I know. I just like getting on your nerves," Finn said, shrugging. He looked back up in time to see Rachel glare at him.

"Who is the message from?" Rachel asked in a huff.

"The precinct, I guess," Finn said. "They say they have a lead."

"Thank God!" Rachel said, plopping back down again. Finn closed the phone and put it back in his pocket. Minutes later, he heard Rachel groan.

"I'm bored!" she said. Finn immediately started laughing at her.

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"Can you please stop staring at me?" Rachel asked from across the table. "You're making me nervous." She and Finn were sitting there, playing poker. The afternoon had already turned to evening. Earlier, Rachel tried to convince Finn to go out again, but he refused. So now they sat at the table, playing cards.

"This is poker. I have to stare at you to see if you're bluffing," Finn said. He then grinned to himself. Honestly, he was just doing it to get on her nerves again. Seeing Rachel throw a bitch fit was quite entertaining. Plus, getting on each other's nerves was pretty much the only thing they could do.

"I have played poker before, Finn. It doesn't involve staring," Rachel snapped.

"Just give up and I won't have to stare at you anymore," Finn said.

"Not gonna happen. Rachel Berry is not a quitter," she said. "I'm all in." She pushed her pieces of paper that doubled as their makeshift poker chips toward the center of the table.

Finn looked down at his cards and realized that he had a really crappy hand. "I fold," he said, tossing the cards down.

He looked back up in time to see Rachel smiling brightly. "Your staring thing didn't really help. I didn't have a good hand at all," she said with a giggle, setting her cards down face up. Finn couldn't help but laugh. She had a worse hand than he did.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were staring at me 'cause you like me," Rachel teased.

"Oh, please," Finn said with a smirk. "I'm not the one who kissed you last night. You kissed me last time I checked."

Rachel threw her head back in frustration. "Here we go again!" she groaned. "I was drunk, Finn! You can't hold that against me!"

"I'm not holding anything against you," Finn said quickly. "That's just my evidence that you like me. I didn't see you making out with anyone else at the bar last night."

Rachel glared at him. "These comments of yours are practically sexual harassment," she said stiffly, making Finn laugh. "It's not funny!" she said angrily. She then got up quickly and started stomping toward the bathroom.

"The more times you storm out, the less effective it gets," Finn said with a smirk, getting up and following right behind her.

She turned abruptly and faced him. "I storm out to get away from you! Just because we're stuck here together does not mean you can drive me insane with some convoluted idea that I like you!"

Without thinking, Finn bent down a little and shut Rachel up by bringing his lips to hers. He thought she was going to push him away, but he was wrong.

Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck and molded herself to him. Finn grinned through the kiss for a few moments before wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up. Rachel wrapped her arms around his midsection and Finn walked them over to the bed. He set her down gently, with his lips still attached to hers, and hovered over her.

Finn separated his lips from hers, only to attach them to her neck. Rachel was already breathless, and the noises she was making were getting Finn excited. He abandoned her neck and stepped back a bit, looking down at her.

Rachel smiled before grabbing his neck and pulling his lips to hers again. The intense kiss continued for a few seconds until Finn's hands started wandering. He started pulling her dress up, only to have her pull her lips from his. She put her hands on top of his and looked him in the eyes.

"We can't do that, Finn," Rachel said breathlessly.

"Why not?" he asked with a small frown.

"Well, for one, I'm not that kind of girl. I've only known you for a couple of days. And secondly, you aren't sure about what you're feeling," Rachel explained. "You're stuck here with me and you have to put up with me, so it's only natural that we'd develop some sort of… feelings for one another. But your feelings aren't real, Finn. As soon as this whole… situation is over and you're back at home, you'll forget all about me," Rachel insisted.

Finn smiled. "I don't think so," he said. He reached down and pecked her on the lips. "You might be embarrassed to admit it, Rach, but I'm not. I like you. And you're just going to have to get over it 'cause feelings like this don't just go away."

Rachel looked into his eyes and could tell that he really meant it. "I believe you," she said after a few moments. "But if it turns out that you're just this incredible actor and that you've been messing with me since you're just bored and looking for something to do, I will demonstrate my self defense moves on you," Rachel warned.

Finn couldn't help but look down at this crazy, beautiful girl and laugh. "You have nothing to worry about, babe. I really like you," Finn said firmly.

"Good," Rachel said with a wide smile. "Because I like you, too."

Finn smiled once again before their lips were attached once more.

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"Sing for me again," Finn asked as they lay on the bed. They hadn't gone any farther than making out, but for the both of them, it was plenty for now.

"What do you want me to sing?" Rachel asked. She was lying on Finn's chest as his hand lightly traced the contours of her arm again and again.

"Anything. I just need to hear you sing again," Finn answered. Rachel quietly cleared her throat before she started singing quietly.

Smile though your heart is aching

Smile even though it's breaking

When there are clouds in the sky

You'll get by

If you smile through your pain and sorrow

Smile and maybe tomorrow

You'll see the sun come shining through for you

"That was perfect," Finn said with a smile.

Rachel giggled. "I'm glad you approve," she said jokingly. Then her tone turned serious. "I sang that song every day for months after my dads died."

"Did it help?" Finn asked.

Rachel was quiet for a moment. "I like to think that it did," she said.

"I lost my dad, too," Finn admitted. "I mean, I was still a baby, so I don't remember him much. But it still makes me sad sometimes, you know? Kind of like I'm missing something." Rachel surprised him by hugging him tightly.

"I know exactly how you feel. I found my birth mother in high school and it turned out that she wanted nothing to do with me. But all along I felt like I was missing something. And maybe I still am, but there's really nothing we can do to fill the void," Rachel said.

"You're right," Finn agreed. "I just wonder if he's proud of me sometimes. I know my mom is. I mean, she tells me literally all the time, but I just wish I knew if he was."

"I'm sure he is," Rachel said firmly. "You're a good person, Finn. Even though you seem to enjoy pushing my buttons, I know you're still innately good. And you being a police officer is very respectable. And you do it for all the right reasons. Some people might think you're silly for saying you want to help people, but I don't think that's silly at all."

"Thanks, Rach," Finn said, kissing the top of her head.

"Anytime," Rachel said with a wide smile.

They lay there, holding each other, for what felt like an immeasurable amount of time.

Then they both jumped as they heard the shrill ringtone of the phone in Finn's pocket. Rachel sat up while Finn dug around, looking for the phone. He finally pulled it out and hit the green button during the third ring.

"Hello?" Finn said, sounding confused. This was the first the precinct had actually called the phone; usually, they just sent messages. "What? Are you sure?" Finn practically yelled into the phone. Rachel looked at him with worry and confusion clouding her features. "Yeah, I got it," Finn said before hanging up the phone with anger apparent on his face.

"What is it?" Rachel asked apprehensively. She grew even more worried when Finn jumped up and practically jogged over to the closet.

"We gotta go. Now. Nick's been spotted in the area," Finn said in a commanding tone. Rachel's stomach dropped, but she jumped off the bed almost quicker than humanly possible before helping Finn throw their belongings into a large duffel bag.

The sound of a gunshot made them both jump before they stared at each other in horror.

TBC

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A/N: Hope you guys are enjoying the story! Stay tuned for chapter three! Please read and review :)