"Alright Rach, I gave you fifteen extra minutes, time to come out and help decorate!" After he had no response he opened the door to find her laying on his floor clutching tight to his favorite blanket. He knelt next to her, "Rach?"

She opened her eyes, "I'm so tired Finn."

He picked her up and laid her on the bed, "Then why didn't you pass out on the bed, it's definitely better than the floor."

Rachel slipped her legs under the comforter, "It's your bed, I told you I would take the sofa."

He shook his head laughing, "I was never going to let you do that Rachel. You're a guest and my mom raised me right."

She started to sniffle and turned her back towards him, "Why wasn't I enough? What did I do to deserve losing everything I've ever worked for?"

He sat down holding her hand, "You're too good for him and you don't deserve this, no one does." She kept crying, "I really don't know what to say here Rachel. He's just an ass, I mean he didn't even want you to have the ring that you wanted."

She nodded and turned on to her back looking up at Finn, "he said it was too plain, but I really liked it."

"Quinn said the same thing, 'Oh, it's your mom's well when we have more money I'll get a new one right?" Finn shook his head, "It's like she couldn't look past a small stone and see what the ring really meant you know? The story behind it."

She bit her lip and held his hand tighter, "What's the story?"

Finn looked at her and chuckled, "A bedtime story? Are you really asking me for a bedtime story?" She giggled and brought the comforter up to her nose loving how it smelled like him. "Alright let me get my pajamas on and I'll give you your story." A few minutes later he walked back in surprised she was still awake. She patted the empty side of the bed. "Okay so my mom and dad were married right out of high school. He was going into the army but he wanted to marry her so apparently their song was Faithfully. So my dad takes her to the overlook, which has now been sealed off but it was romantic at the time. It's getting late and he's got to get her home before her curfew so they are on the way home and he starts singing to her. They end up in her driveway and he takes out the ring just as he sings Oh girl you stand by me, I'm forever yours faithfully. He slips the ring on her finger. She actually never said yes, and he never said the words will you marry me?"

She smiles as she looks up at him, "Your voice, you sang that beautifully Finn."

He feels her fingers brushing against his palm and slowly making their way on to his forearm. He notices that look, he's seen that look and god he wants to kiss her. "I should go Rachel, you got your story and now you should go to sleep."

Her eyes were already closing, "Okay night Finn."

He leaned down softly kissing her cheek, "night Rach." Her eyes opened as her hand snaked around to the nape of his neck bringing him closer. His lips softly touched hers sending a jolt of electricity through both of them. She tried to deepen it and feel the connection but he brought his hand to the one on the back of his neck bringing it back down onto the sheets. "Goodnight Rach." Finn walked out of the room and leaned against the door, "I. AM. FUCKED." Shaking his head he went back out to the living room and laid on the sofa bed. The last thing he thought as he turned his back toward the tree was that it was not possible he was falling for her. It was too soon and this thing only happened in movies, he just wanted his ring back, he wasn't ready for her.

They kept a good distance from one another throughout the day. Finn had gone to the store to pick up some groceries and she was glad she had more than the hour to cry. She thought about the kiss with Finn the night before. It had been sweet and still somehow sad, she had wanted more but he pulled back. Wasn't he attracted to her? Of course at the moment this was her only friend and she didn't want to alienate him. Although if she was being honest for the first time in three days she didn't dream about Jesse, she dreamt of Finn.

After dinner, a very silent dinner she decided to take a shower. She let the water slide over her body and let herself think about how different things were since this time last week. Last week she was in her fiance's arms feeling loved…who was she kidding she was getting fucked. "You can't miss making love when you've never had that Rachel." The realization made her cry harder and she slowly sat in the tub, "he never loved me, he tolerated me, he used me." Why didn't she see the difference before? She knew the answer because she had never been kissed the way Finn kissed her and held her hand. Even the way he spoke to her from the moment on the bench in Central Park. She'd never felt so safe.

She had no idea how long she sat in the tub as the water pelted her skin. "Rachel?"

She reached over to turn off the water and disguised her crying as best she could, "I'll be out in a minute."

She was handing the ornaments to Finn to put on the top part of the tree alternating between sips of red wine. She couldn't help but notice the way his bicep flexed as he reached around to place the baubles on the branches. This was the longest she'd ever gone without having sex. If she could just feel him again then she could forget about Jesse and Laura and New York. "Finn?"

He turned around with a smile, "Yeah?"

"Can we talk about s-something kind of personal?"

He stepped back from the tree and sat on the sofa bringing her with him. "Well yeah of course we can."

She took a deep breath, "How did you get passed missing the physical aspects of being in a monogamous relationship?"

Finn furrowed his brow, "You mean sex?" She nodded as he rolled his head against the back of the couch, "Alright, well Quinn was the only woman I'd ever been with. Of course when we were younger it was amazing and new but as we got older it seemed to be a chore. I'm a man though and when Quinn was gone the right hand just didn't seem to be enough." He chuckled before he noticed Rachel scrunch her nose, "Sorry, but it's the truth. Anyways I got drunk with some friends from high school one night and my friend Santana was there. I was going off on everyone, pissed off at the world so she suggests a good lay. It helped for a few months, and then I didn't want it anymore."

"Why not?"

"It didn't make me feel better. I didn't deal with anything, I hadn't made love to my wife for quite a while. I didn't miss the love I just missed the contact. Yeah I was fucking Santana but after a while it felt wrong and dirty."

"How did she feel about that?"

Finn chuckled again, "Eh, she's a lesbian believe it or not. As she said she always wanted to nail the high school quarterback back when she thought she was strictly dickly." He watched as Rachel nodded and bit her lip as she looked at him. He pushed the hair away from her eyes, "but Rachel, it only made me forget for a little while. There was no emotion behind it and in the end isn't that what it is supposed to be about?" She didn't know if it was the alcohol coursing through her or the way his fingertips felt against her temple. It could've been the memory of how his lips barely brushed hers the night before. She moved to straddle his lap and Finn quickly stilled her. "No Rachel, no."

She grinded her hips against him and spoke low, "cmon finn you can't tell me you didn't feel anything last night when we kissed."

She leaned down and brushed her lips against his smiling as he gripped her hips pulling her closer. He teased her bottom lip with his tongue and she parted her lips. Right as he went to join his tongue with hers she slowly rubbed his erection. "NO. I'm not doing this. I'm sorry Rachel." He picked her up, swiftly moved off the couch and returned to decorating the tree.

An infuriated Rachel moved toward the kitchen yelling at Finn, "You kissed me last night. You said you were my friend and would help me get through this." She turned toward the sink and began washing some of the dinner dishes. "Nice to know that a lesbian can attract you and help you out but you can't do the same. Are you not attracted to me? No really Finn, thanks for that. You're such a great fucking friend and…"

She was silenced when she felt his hands grasp her waist and his hot breath against her ear, "You want me to fuck you? I will fuck you, I'll make you moan and scream my name and you'll forget everything for an hour." He smirked as he saw her knees slightly buckle. He turned her around and lifted her on to the counter, "mmm maybe longer than an hour because Rachel the problem isn't that I'm not attracted to you. It's that kissing you last night I felt something more than just attraction and I know you felt it too." She nodded as a tear made its way down her cheek. "but if you want me to fuck you, if that's what you want I will, but its not what you deserve." Suddenly the grip on her hips loosened and he placed his hand on the small of her back to steady her as he traced small circles on her upper thigh. His voice went to barely above a whisper, "You deserve to be loved, and told you are beautiful. You deserve to have your body worshipped." He dropped his forehead to hers, "and I don't deserve to be used." She went to speak but could only watch him walk out of the room, "I'm taking a shower, you can finish the tree by yourself."

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