May 19th, 2012
She had been planning for weeks, poring over the details, searching for the perfect dress, making sure Finn got the right color corsage and boutonniere to match her pale pink mermaid gown, and fretting over Quinn's campaign for Prom Queen.
But now the night had arrived and Rachel wasn't going to let anything deter her from having a good time with her friends and her man on one of the last few occasions they would all be together.
Except…Quinn's persistent stalking was making that task rather difficult.
"Finn, we still have an hour to campaign. Could you please just dance with me? We're going to have to for the nominee dance anyway."
"And I will dance with you then. But I'm trying to enjoy prom with Rachel right now. Don't you want to enjoy your night with…who did you bring to prom again?"
Quinn crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. "I brought Kyle."
"Kyle? Really? You couldn't find a senior to bring?"
"I was going to go with Alex Bowman but Kyle made an enticing proposal."
"Where is he?"
"Getting me punch."
"Well, when he gets back, why don't you two go dance." Finn shooed Quinn away just as Rachel sauntered back over to the table. "That's what I'm going to do with Rachel." He stood up and grabbed Rachel's hand to pull her out to the dance floor, smoothing his hand around to the small of her back as he pulled her close.
"What was that all about?"
Finn rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Quinn was asking to dance with me again. She's still hell bent on winning her crown and refuses to win with Brittany or Rick 'The Stick' as her king. I wish Puck would have been nominated this year. Then they could have won together."
Rachel placed her arms on Finn's shoulders and toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. "I want you to win."
"You do? But then I have to dance with Quinn if she wins. And she probably will."
"Well, that's kind of a downside, but I think you'll look really hot with that crown on your head. Girls like me don't get to say that they dated the senior prom king every day."
"What do you mean 'girls like you'?"
"I just mean, I'm not a conventional beauty, I'm not a cheerleader, I'm not popular…"
Finn held Rachel's face in his hands and forced her to look up at him. "Rachel, you're perfect. Any guy would be lucky to have you…especially prom king. You're gorgeous and sexy and make me feel like the luckiest guy on the planet for getting to love you."
Rachel's eyes sparkled as she bit her lip, blush tingeing her cheeks. "I love you so much." She pulled his head down to kiss him hotly on the lips and his hands slid down to her neck and shoulders. "We have some time until they announce the winners. Did you maybe want to find somewhere quiet to avoid Quinn until then? Because I can see her coming this way and she looks determined."
Finn turned to see Quinn dragging poor Kyle behind her, her face set as she bore her eyes into his. "What did you have in mind?"
The couple pushed through the throng of teenagers to get to the gym exit that would lead them to the choir room. They ran down the hall as fast as Rachel's heels would allow her to move until one fell off completely. Rachel tugged Finn back in attempt to stop him, but instead, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, bending down to pick up her shoes which had both ended up on the floor.
"Finn!" Rachel squealed as he rushed down the hall, skittering around the corner, patting her ass as he adjusted her body. Finn flew through the door and pushed it shut behind him, lowering Rachel to stand on his shoes so her bare feet wouldn't touch the floor. She gripped his lapels and he pressed her back against the door, kissing her softly, and running his hands down to her ass.
"Would you like a preview of what I have planned for us tonight?" Finn mumbled against her lips.
Rachel nodded her head quickly, giggling again as he lifted her and carried her to the piano. He sat her down on the top and ran his hands up her calves, pushing her dress up as he slid them higher.
"So what exactly do you have planned for us tonight?" Rachel questioned, squeezing his forearms as Finn sucked on her neck and pushed her thighs apart.
"I'm not telling you. You just have to trust me."
Rachel squeaked as Finn tugged her hips forward to the edge of the piano, hooking his hands under her knees to wrap her legs around his hips. He flipped Rachel's dress up and low whistled when he saw what was hidden beneath the fabric. Rachel blushed under his gaze. "Like what you see?" Her skin was smooth and bare, not even covered by a thong or anything. It was pretty kinky that Rachel was at a school function without her panties.
"Always." He grinned at her as he kissed her soft lips, placing his hand over her bare sex, feeling the wet heat pooling there. His long fingers slipped deftly inside her silky folds, caressing her spot slowly, his thumb circling her swollen clit.
Rachel's hips bucked against his hand and she slipped her fingers into his hair, holding his head as he left a mark on her neck. She moaned and her back arched, her breasts pressing into Finn's chest. Her nipples were so taught with arousal he could feel it through his shirt and her dress.
"Come for me, baby," Finn breathed into Rachel's ear, kissing just below it.
"Harder," she whined out, rolling her hips to get closer to him. Finn rubbed faster and harder, knowing just what she wanted, playing her like an instrument.
She fell back onto the piano, her back bowing off the shiny black top as she gripped his hand in hers, her other hand holding his forearm. Rachel's chest heaved as she came apart, drenching the hand Finn was using to finger her in her essence. He stroked her center until she pulled his hand from her flesh, sitting up and licking Finn's fingers. She sucked them clean of her juices and Finn's eyelids fluttered, his mind filling with ideas of what her tongue could do later.
Rachel flipped her dress back down and hopped off the piano, smoothing out the wrinkles that had formed from the scrunching of the material. "We should probably get back to the gym. The nominee dance will be starting soon."
"I don't care about the dance. I don't care about the crown. I just care about you." He rubbed her arms and kissed her forehead. "Why don't we skip the rest of the dance and get to the rest of the night?"
Rachel pouted at him. "Finn, this is our last dance here. It's our last night with all our friends-"
"Actually, Nationals will be the last night with all our friends," he interrupted. She stared at him. "Continue…"
"Not that I don't want to get to the rest of our night – I know you'll make it very special – but we'll have so many special nights just the two of us to come. I don't care if I have to watch you dance with Quinn for two dances, tonight is our last special night here. Despite everything bad that has happened in this school, so much more good has outweighed that. We have less than a month left of this phase of our life and I want to spend it with our friends while we can."
Finn sighed and nodded his head in understanding. "I guess I get that. It is our last chance to see Puck try to spike the punch bowl."
"And the first time we can act out some of the steamier scenes from The Tudors. You can be the king with the big shiny crown and I can be the naughty lady-in-waiting."
"I dunno. I kinda see you as more of a queen than a lady-in-waiting."
"I don't see the rest of McKinley thinking that way tonight."
"Screw the rest of McKinley. You're my queen and that's all I care about." Rachel pressed her lips to Finn's, taking his hands in hers.
"You're sweet and I love you. Now where are my shoes?"
After locating her heels, the couple took their time walking back to the gym, enjoying the other's company until a shrill blonde called their attention.
"Where the hell have you been, Finn? They've been ready to start the nominee dance for the past fifteen minutes. That's why I was trying to talk to you before. Now come on." She tried to grab his hand but Finn turned to face Rachel, taking both of her hands in his. Quinn huffed impatiently, tapping her foot as she waited.
"I'll be done shortly. I love you, Rachel."
"I love you too, Finn. Knock 'em dead out there…not literally. You've already broken one nose and stepped on a few toes with your dancing."
"I said I was sorry."
Rachel chuckled and kissed his cheek. "And I forgive you for it all. Now go win that crown. I want to see if the real thing will live up to my mental picture of you wearing nothing but that shiny piece of golden plastic." She pushed him away and smacked his behind wishing him luck once more as he and Quinn joined the other nominees on the dance floor.
Sighing sadly, Rachel walked over to the punch bowl where Puck was loitering about mischievously. "Did you manage to spike the punch yet?"
"Yep. Lauren told Becky there were fireworks hidden under the stage and she told Sue. Her team of underclassmen has been searching under there for about twenty minutes now. I got an entire bottle of vodka in the kool-aid." He chucked his eyebrows at her and took a swig of the vodka infused punch. "So…where's Hudson? I thought you two would be attached at the lips after last year's prom."
She rolled her eyes before zeroing in on Finn swaying uncomfortably with Quinn who kept looking around, smiling sweetly at everyone to fool them into believing she was actually nice. "He has the nominee dance with the others so I had to sit out of this one. It's unfortunate but comes with the territory of dating one of the most popular boys in school."
"Yeah, I can tell Kyle is loving it too." Puck pointed out their fellow gleek who was staring daggers at the back of Finn's head from the table he and Quinn were seated at. His hands were balled into angry fists and he didn't look happy at the circumstances at all. "At least you ain't alone."
"I'm surprised you weren't nominated this year. You're popular and attractive."
"Prom is for suckers. I'm only here to spike the punch and get laid. Lauren wouldn't put out if I didn't bring her to this stupid thing again."
"You're a real charmer, Noah."
The song that had been playing ended and Figgins walked on stage, the spotlight hitting him as he tapped the microphone to see if it was on.
"Students of McKinley, settle down. Settle down, children." He waited until the chatter quieted before proceeding. "Welcome everyone to your 2012 McKinley Senior Prom." The crowd hollered and cheered wildly in response. "Yes, yes, exciting. Settle down. It is time once again to crown the Senior Class Prom King and Queen and to do the honors, I would like to bring Junior Prom Queen, Kurt Hummel, to the stage."
The crowd applauded as Kurt walked onto the stage, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. Though the sting had subsided significantly since the year prior, the humiliation of that night and title ate away at him over the past few weeks when he thought about it possibly happening again.
"And now, your nominees for Prom King…Mr. Finn Hudson," the crowd applauded raucously and Rachel screamed her head off, yelling 'I love you, Finn' at the stage and blowing him a kiss which he caught and returned to her, "Mr. Rick 'The Stick' Nelson," the crowd applauded but not to the level of Finn's name, "and Mr….Miss Brittany S. Pierce." Everyone seemed confused by Brittany's nomination for Prom King and it showed when the crowd was light on the cheering.
"And your nominees for Prom Queen are…Miss Missy Gunderson," a small group of people cheered loudly while everyone else clapped half-heartedly. Most people didn't even know Missy Gunderson. "Miss Santana Lopez," there was decidedly a much louder response and a few catcalls and whistles as Santana sauntered out onto the stage, blowing kisses and winking at no one in particular in the crowd. As Brittany and Artie were currently off again, she and Santana had decided to go to prom together as friends with benefits. "And lastly, Miss Quinn Fabray."
Quinn received the loudest cheers out of anyone that had graced the stage and she played to the crowd, waving like she was the Queen of England and smiling demurely as if she had a secret. When the noise finally settled down, Figgins continued.
"Can we have the envelope, please?" A kid in a tux handed over a plain white envelope with the results in it and Figgins took his time ripping it open. He looked out to the crowd and over to the male nominees before reading the result for Prom King. "Students, your 2012 Senior Prom King is…Mr. Finn Hudson."
Rachel jumped up and down, thrilled that her boyfriend had just won Prom King. Though it was a silly plastic crown and a title that really only mattered to a select few, Rachel was proud of Finn's accomplishment and thought it well deserved. "Go Finn!" she screamed at the stage, waving wildly at him as he stepped forward with a smile to wave back at her. Kurt placed the crown on top of Finn's head and handed over his scepter before shaking his hand in congratulations.
"And your 2012 Senior Prom Queen is…" he looked over at the expectant Prom Queen nominees as the drum rolled, "Miss Quinn Fabray." Quinn acted surprised as the crowd cheered for her, blowing kisses to the audience and fake crying. She bowed gracefully to let Kurt put the tiara on her head and nearly ripped the baton from his hands. Kurt congratulated her but she was too busy soaking up the praise from the crowd to notice.
"Students, your 2012 Senior Prom King and Queen…" Figgins put his hands out to display Finn and Quinn who started moving to the dance floor as Santana took the microphone. She started singing 'Love You Like a Love Song' and Finn reluctantly took Quinn into his arms.
"I think I'm prophetic," Quinn mused, pressing her head against Finn's shoulder. He thought it was a bit too intimate for their current relationship status, but he didn't want to shove her off him. "I told you back when we were dating we would be prom royalty together and I was right." She tilted her head back to look up at him.
"Wow, shocker that the head cheerleader and quarterback would be prom king and queen. It's not exactly an upset like last year."
Quinn shrugged and smiled when she saw Kyle standing at the edge of the floor waiting for her. "After the drama of the past three years, I wasn't sure if people would still see me as worthy of the title. They didn't last year."
"That's ridiculous, Quinn. If everyone hadn't been assholes trying to humiliate Kurt, you totally would have won last year. You're Quinn Fabray. You get what you want."
"I didn't get you." Finn looked mildly guilty. "But it's for the best. You and Rachel have something you and I never did and never would have. At the time I really hated you for breaking up with me, but now I realize it was best for everyone. I deserve someone who will look at me the way you look at Rachel, who will treat me like a princess, who will feel tethered to me no matter time or distance."
"Like I said, you're Quinn Fabray…you'll find a guy that will do all that." Quinn pressed her head back against his shoulder as they swayed together, her eyes falling shut. Finn's eyes flickered around the gym searching for his lady and when he found her, his heart felt like it grew three sizes bigger. It felt so wrong dancing with Quinn when the woman he loved was so close and waiting for him. He wanted so badly to go to her, take her in his arms, and kiss her like there was no tomorrow. Finn was ready to leave the prom and spend the night showing Rachel just how much he loved her and what she meant to him.
When Santana's song finally ended, Finn said goodbye to Quinn and handed her off to Kyle before pushing through the crowd to get to Rachel. He took her into his arms and kissed her forcefully, holding her tightly and reveling in the feel of her body next to his.
"Are you ready to get out of here?" he mumbled against her lips. "Prom is basically over."
"Can we stay just a little longer? I want another dance with you and we need to say goodbye to everyone and I want a picture on that dinosaur. I'm making a scrapbook and I still have so many pictures I need to get."
Finn sighed and looked at the clock on the wall. It was around ten and prom ended at eleven. "If you want to stay until prom is over, we can stay."
"Thank you. I promise I will make it up to you later." She puckered up her lips and gave him a gentle kiss before tugging him back onto the dance floor.
The pair meandered around the dance finding their friends and acquaintances and taking dozens of photos for Rachel's scrapbook. They laughed and reminisced over the past four years and by the time they were hopping off the dinosaur after getting their official prom pictures, Finn was more than ready to get home.
Rachel leaned into Finn as they walked to the Camaro Finn had begged his mother to borrow again, and started giggling. "What's so funny?" Finn inquired.
"I was just thinking how that dinosaur isn't the only thing I'll be riding tonight."
Finn flushed under the collar and he tugged on his tie. "I like the way you think." He opened the door and helped Rachel into the car, sure not to catch her dress when he closed it, and quickly sped out of the parking lot on the way home.
"What did you plan for us tonight? I'm still curious."
Finn lifted his vow of silence on his plans and explained. "Well, I was considering getting a room at the Marriott but then I heard all these other kids talking about getting rooms and that just seemed clichéd. So I got Burt and my mom a room and a gift certificate to Breadstix and the movies to get them out of the house. We'll have the place to ourselves."
Rachel tried to mask her disappointment, but as she spoke, she felt it was seeping through anyway. "So it's going to be just like any other night in your room."
"I think you'll be surprised."
They pulled into the garage a few minutes later and when Finn helped Rachel out of the car, he picked her up bridal style and carried her inside.
"Finn, I can walk to your room myself. You don't need to carry me all the way upstairs."
"We're not going to my room."
He carried her through the kitchen and into the dining room where Rachel gasped when she saw the set up in the living room.
"Finn, it's beautiful."
Pillows and blankets were lining the floor making a cozy little love nest covered by white and pink sheets that made it look like a childhood fort. A soft glow was provided by flameless candles scattered about the room and the whole place smelled of roses and vanilla. A little picnic basket was sitting in the corner along with Finn's iPod dock. It was so much more thoughtful and romantic than a hotel room hundreds of others had been in.
Finn placed her on her feet once more and slipped off his suit jacket, moving to the fireplace to light the logs sitting there waiting. Rachel slipped her heels off and knelt on the soft blankets lining the floor, waiting for Finn. Once the fire was roaring in the pit, Finn turned back to her and grinned.
"I hope you aren't too upset that I didn't get us a room."
"This is so much better than a room, Finn. When did you have time to do all this?"
"Burt and my mom both had to work today and I made sure they went right from work to the hotel so I would have time to set up. And Kurt and Blaine got a room so we don't have to worry about anyone walking in on us. We're totally alone here."
Rachel tugged on Finn's tie, pulling him close for a kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too." He pulled away and clicked on the background music before reaching for the picnic basket. "I got something I know you'll love."
"A kitten?"
Finn tilted his head to the side. "Uh, no." He pulled out a bottle of pink champagne. "I know you love pink drinks so I bribed Puck to get me a bottle."
"I do love pink champagne."
"And I thought for a midnight snack…" He pulled out a tray of fruit and what looked like a fondue pot. "Chocolate covered fruit. I even bought that vegan chocolate you eat."
"Finn, you've thought of everything."
"But wait! There's more." He dug through the basket before producing a sparkling tiara adorned with diamonds and pearls…at least fake ones. Rachel was confused but let him explain. "I wasn't lying when I said you're my queen. I tried to nominate you for prom queen and wrote your name in on the ballot when I cast my vote and tried to get other people to vote for you too. Whether you won tonight or not, I wanted you to feel like royalty because that's what you are to me. I always want to make you feel like a queen."
Tears glittered in Rachel's eyes as Finn placed the tiara on her head and kissed her cheek softly. "You are the best boyfriend ever and I love you so much." She gripped his shirt and pulled him close, kissing him fiercely and with all the love she had in her being.
The champagne and food sat off to the side forgotten as Rachel began undoing Finn's tie, tossing it to the side and tugging his shirt out of his pants. They moved in a flurry of limbs to remove their clothes until nothing remained on their bodies but their crowns. Rachel sat astride Finn's thighs in the fire's glow as she pulled a condom from her clutch and tore it open with her teeth to roll the latex over his stiff length. She lifted her hips and teased his tip with her wet folds before sinking down on his cock, biting her lip and moaning as he stretched her.
Finn's hands found purchase on her thighs, gripping them tightly as Rachel began rolling her hips back and forth to create the delicious friction they both craved. He met her thrust for thrust and his head rolled back into the pillow when Rachel squeezed his hardness with her walls, leaning forward to attach her mouth to his. His hands ghosted up her sides to come to rest on her breasts, plucking at her peaked nipples, slamming his cock into her hot core and earning a whine in response.
He took charge and rolled them so Rachel was on her back, her thighs apart and her knees hooked over his arms as he knelt between her thighs, pushing inside her body roughly. "Oh fuck," she whined, gripping the pillow below her head, her eyes slamming shut. "Harder, Finn."
Finn moved his hands to her sides and lifted her, leaning back on his heels to slam her down on his throbbing cock, making her bounce in his lap. Her boobs jiggled in his face as he kissed the valley between them, her fingers tugging at his hair. He slipped his hand between them to thumb her nub and she shivered against his body, throwing her head back and squeezing him again. She was so close to coming and he wanted to make her scream as she did.
"Don't hold back, Rach," he groaned before wrapping his lips around her nipple and tugging on it lightly with his teeth. He circled her clit, pressing on it, feeling her tremble above him as she let go. Rachel screamed and clutched at Finn's head, pulsing around Finn as she seized in his arms, her pussy spilling its juices all over his skin. She rocked her hips into his and Finn swelled and spilled into the condom inside Rachel, dropping his head onto her shoulder, kissing her dewy skin. His crowned toppled from his head and Rachel reached around behind her to pick it up.
She lifted herself off of Finn and laid back on the blankets, taking Finn's hand and pulling him down to join her. Rachel placed his crown back on his head and kissed his nose. "Was that as good for you as it was for me?"
"I got to motorboat your boobs and fuck you. It's been a great night so far."
Rachel chuckled and hitched her leg over Finn's hips and he slid his hand along her thigh to her cup her behind. His stomach grumbled and they both looked down at his tummy. Rachel patted his belly before smoothing her fingers down to his velvety shaft, tickling him softly. "Do you want some fruit?"
"I'd really love some chocolate covered Berry." He nipped at her neck and rolled on top of Rachel before reaching over to turn on the fondue pot.
They made out, rubbing each other and using their hands to get each other off once more before taking a break to refuel with their snack. Finn dipped a strawberry into the melted chocolate and held it over Rachel's mouth just out of reach, forcing her to lift her head until she nipped the chocolate part off the strawberry and getting a kiss. Then he dipped his finger into the chocolate and ran his drippy finger down from her clavicle to her belly button. He licked the line from her belly up her chest, making Rachel giggle and dip her own finger into the chocolate. She traced his lips with her finger and licked and kissed the chocolate off.
Rachel sat up and straddled Finn's thighs, dipping her fingers into the pot again before drizzling the chocolate over his cock. He groaned at the heat and was hard in a flash. She pushed herself down his body and licked a stripe up from the base to his tip, smearing the chocolate around with her lips. She worked him into a frenzy until she could taste chocolate and cum mixed on her tongue, swallowing it.
She flipped her hair back and sat up, swiping her tongue around her lips to clean off the excess mess. "Yummy."
He pushed up onto his elbows and grinned at her. "I love chocolate." Finn dipped a piece of banana into the pot and popped the fruit into his mouth. He took a deep breath before jumping into action again. He gripped Rachel's hips tightly and lifted her to sit over his face, rolling them over so Rachel was on the ground and his head was between her thighs. Finn kissed her smooth folds, laving his tongue over her sweet skin. He dipped a piece of cantaloupe into the chocolate, smearing it over her flesh and dipping the fruit into her slit.
"This has got to be completely unsanitary," she breathed, her back arching as Finn licked the sweet candy from her skin.
He hummed against her. "Tasty though…" his tongue lapped at her chocolatey skin.
It didn't take long for Rachel to come in Finn's mouth, her legs gripping his head tightly. He ascended from between her thighs, running his chocolate covered hand up her stomach, leaving chocolate hand prints over her breasts. Finn cleaned her off with his mouth, taking his time to cover every inch of her creamy olive skin. By the time he was finished, they were cuddled closely, pulling a blanket up over their naked bodies and relaxing, absorbing the heat from the fire beside them.
"Thank you for making prom night amazing." She held his cheek in her hand and lightly pressed a kiss to his lips.
"Anything for my queen." He straightened her tiara. "That looks pretty good on you."
"Ditto. I can't believe I'm spending prom night wrapped in the arms of the king." She pressed her hand against his heart. "I never believed that I would be dating the most popular boy in school. Sure, I dreamed about it and played out the fantasies in my head…but I never believed it. Even when we dated the first time. I still didn't feel like I was worthy enough of you, I doubted myself because I wasn't popular and well liked like you, but now I see that it doesn't matter who's popular and who isn't. What matters is that we love each other and always will. How we feel about each other is the only thing I care about."
"I don't care what anyone says or thinks. You're my girl and I love you and nothing will ever change that." They kissed and Finn wriggled uncomfortably.
"What are you doing?"
He pulled a face and lifted his hips. "I think I got brush burn from the carpet on my ass."
She giggled and placed her hand on his backside, rubbing it. "Let me see if I can make it feel better." Her feet slid up his calves, her leg hitching over his thigh pressing her core into his hips. She could feel him getting hard again and reached behind him to grab a condom. Slipping it on, Rachel guided him into her opening, tucking him inside her and rocking her hips back and forth. She sucked on his neck hard, marking him with a hickey to match her own in the same spot. "I love how your cock feels inside me. It's like you were made for me."
Finn slowly fucked her, penetrating deeply with each rock of his hips, pressing her down into the pillows and blankets, pinning her by her wrists and at the hips. They stared deeply into each other's eyes, thoroughly enjoying the love they felt throughout their whole beings.
They came intensely at the same time, going limp with sated exhaustion until Finn pulled off the condom and threw it with the other. Their bodies were sweaty and covered in little bite marks and hickeys, angry red brush burn on their behinds, knees, and elbows where the blankets had shifted from their activities.
Finn sat up, lifting Rachel with him, and put her on her feet. "I'm going to clean up." Rachel backed out of the fort and left Finn alone to tend the fire and reset the blankets and pillows to their former state. When he was finished, he poured them some flutes of champagne and stretched out so his feet stuck out of the entrance. As he laid there, Finn thought about how much better senior prom had been than junior prom. No one got kicked out, no one got humiliated, he left with the woman he wanted to, and made love with her. All in all, it had been a successful day. It had also been tiring.
He allowed his eyes to slip closed as he waited for Rachel to return but by the time she opened the sheets back up to get inside the fort, Finn was lightly snoring. She slipped under the blanket next to him and draped her arm over his chest, settling her head on his shoulder to cuddle him. Rachel let dreams overtake her and the king and his queen slept happily through the night.
May 20th, 2012
The next day after an early morning romp in the fort and naked clean-up before a joint shower, Rachel found herself in her room decorating the final page of her Senior Prom scrapbook. She smiled at the memories captured and the memories made that only she and Finn shared and mere hours later she already remembered them fondly.
She had just put in the picture of her and Finn dancing to 'Take My Breath Away' that Kurt had snapped for them when a knock on the door called her attention. "Come in." The door opened and Finn stuck his head in. "Hey prom king."
"Afternoon, m'lady." He bowed his head as he walked into her room and Rachel shifted the scrapbooking supplies on her bed to make room for him. "Scrapbooking already?" he asked, picking up the crazy glue and sitting next to her.
"I had the time so I thought I would get a jump on it. Wanna look at it with me?" Finn nodded and Rachel nestled in his lap to page through the book.
"Have you ever considered scrapbooking for a career? This looks professional grade." He was genuinely impressed with Rachel's craftsmanship.
"Well, if the Broadway idea falls through, I'll definitely keep scrapbooking in mind," she chuckled. "I just enjoy reminiscing sometimes. It'll be nice when someday I can show these to our children and tell them the stories of our wild youth."
"I hope not all the stories. We don't want to scar them."
"Don't worry, when I tell them about our prom night I will leave out all the raunchy sex bits. We wouldn't want to give our children ideas or nightmares. But I will tell them about the romanticism you demonstrated and how hot my king looked in his crown."
"And don't forget to mention how beautiful you looked in that gown."
"That's what the scrapbook is for…to show them." She tilted her head back to stare up at him. "Just think, the next time we have to deal with prom will be with our first born."
Finn shivered at the thought. "I just hope we have all boys. I cannot deal with sending a daughter to prom with a date. Just thinking about her doing what we did last night…I don't like it."
"If you want boys then I guess you need to have a talk with your boys." She brushed her fingers along his groin. "But if we have girls…you need to accept that she's going to date boys…or girls perhaps."
"Never."
"Finn…" she warned, turning in his arms, "how would you like it if my dads didn't let me date? You have to be fair."
"If and when we have a daughter I'll think about it. Kids are a long way off yet. I'd rather think of more pressing things right now."
"Like what?"
Finn pointed at the picture of Rachel sitting in his lap at their table. "Like reminiscing about what you wore under that dress." He waggled his eyebrows at her before tackling her to the bed.
Prom had definitely given them a lot of good memories.
I really do apologize for the wait on this one. I haven't been that inspired for Dates as of late and I've been busy with school and work. Having said that, I'm going to be taking a little hiatus from Dates for a while until I finish up PFTW. It's just too difficult working on more than one fic with everything else I have going on. I'm not abandoning Dates by any means, I'm just taking a break. I will be back with more tales of the Finchel family in a few weeks. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with this story since it was Holiday. You're all fabulous and I appreciate you all.