Finchel drabbles- # 6
Asked by: whentheworldslowsdown
Prompt: "Finn and Rachel at an amusement park. Kissing on a ferris wheel would be a bonus! :)"

"Come on, Finn! Please!"

Finn narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't give me those puppy eyes and that pout Rachel! You know how I feel about this." His hands squeezed the steering wheel.

"I know you're scared but—"

"I'm not scared." He interrupted, sitting further up in his seat. "I just want to get home. We've been here for over two hours."

She frowned. "Fine." She leaned back into the seat. "Then just take me home."

He sighed and glanced over at her, his fingers itching to start the car. Oh God—he watched her lower lip wobble. Oh no, no, no.

"Rachel…" His voice wavered between annoyance and worry. "Come on."

She sniffled and a big fat tear rolled down her cheek. "All I wanted to do was spend this last summer with you before college…" She hiccupped. "At an amusement park! We never get to go to these things and…the Ferris wheel is my favorite."

Finn closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the seat. God friggin damnit. "Fine." He said, a breath of air pushing through his lips in defeat. "I'll go on the Ferris wheel, just…just stop crying, please? I can't take it when you cry."

Her eyes dried up as quickly as the tears appeared and a triumphant smile broke out on her face. "Yay! Thank you, Finn." She kissed his cheek and got out of his truck, closing the door.

Finn just stared at the spot his tiny girlfriend had just been.

He really had to start remembering that she could cry on command.

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Rachel tugged on the bottom of his t-shirt through the crowd of little kids, laughing adults and snotty teenagers. He sighed and quickly detached her fingers from his shirt and laced their fingers together instead. He saw a faint smile creep up on Rachel's face as she continued to pull him through the surplus (thanks SAT prep) of people.

"The thing looks like it's about to fall over from all the rust." Finn said, begrudgingly. "It can't be safe."

Rachel smirked softly and turned to face him as they stood in line for the Ferris wheel. "It's safe, they wouldn't run it if they thought it could kill people, Finn."

"Accidents happen, okay!"

She shook her head, giving him a slight eye roll. It kind of pissed him off. "I told you not to watch those Final Destinations."

"Don't make fun of me, Rachel." He swallowed, feeling a bit hurt. He took her fears into consideration all the time and now she was making fun of his? Not cool.

She frowned softly, sensing how he felt. She took his hands in hers and squeezed. "I wasn't." She leaned up and kissed his lips softly. "I'm sorry." He sighed softly and nodded, running his nose over hers. "And honestly, you have nothing to be worried about. It's safe, Finn. Promise."

She couldn't promise him that, not really. Was she a certified Ferris wheel inspector or something?

He watched as people were loaded onto the small carts on the Ferris wheel, how they were strapped in and a large bar was snapped down over their laps. He swallowed; panic starting to bloom in his chest. What if the whole thing came tumbling down and people were strapped in and there'd be no way they could escape? Although, really, I guess when it comes to falling to your death what can you really do at that point? It wasn't like getting out of your seat and jumping to safety was an option…

Not that Finn wasn't looking around the Ferris wheel for safe places to really jump either…

That tree looked high enough…oh! Or maybe the awning of the fried oreo stand…

"Finn?"

He looked down at Rachel. "What?"

She frowned and looked at his hand in hers. "You're shaking…baby, are you really that scared? We don't have to go on…I didn't realize…"

"I don't like heights, okay?" He blurted out, his voice squeaking. "I just really don't. They freak me out. You shouldn't be able to be up that high unless you have a parachute or goddamn wings or, I dunno, unless you're in a plane or something."

His voice was frantic and wow, he was talking really fast. Like when Rachel got on a tangent about cupcakes or something really important, which he always tried to pay attention to.

Finn watched Rachel smile, not because what he was saying was funny but…because she was amused. "Finn, it's not that bad. We're not going as high as a building or anything, it'll be quick and painless, I promise."

So his death would be quick and painless, how nice. He said nothing, just stood there, looking at her to the Ferris wheel of death in front of him. He swallowed as they moved forward in line.

"Are you mad at me?" Rachel asked softly, after minutes of silence between them. She was leaning back into his chest as his arms rested around her shoulders and sternum.

Finn ran his tongue over his teeth. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss in her hair. "I'm not mad." He reassured her.

"I never knew you were scared of heights." She ran her fingers over his arm on her chest, the sensation gave him goosebumps.

He cleared his throat. "You know that scar on the back of my neck? The one right under the collar of my shirts?"

Rachel turned and looked up at him, nodding softly. "I thought you said you got that from a football accident."

He shook his head. "I didn't. When I was little, I was at my Aunt's house…she owns this farm not too far away from here. Well, by her house there was this creek that had a bridge and everything." Rachel listened intently as they moved up in line. "I wasn't supposed to play on it, the wood was rotted and moss had grown on some of the structure."

"But you did anyways?"

Finn bit his lip and nodded. "I fell through, the bridge was a lot taller than I thought and I fell…" He sighed. "It felt like forever." He bit his lip. "I landed on some rocks and the doctors said I was unconscious for three days since I hit the back of my neck."

He felt Rachel squeeze him tightly to her; like she was afraid she had almost lost him there and then. "Wow." She said softly. "You were lucky you woke up." He nodded and ran hand through her hair. "Why didn't you ever tell me this before?"

He swallowed as a soft blush appeared on his cheeks. "Because I was embarrassed, okay? It's not sexy to tell the girl you like that you're afraid of heights because you fell through a bridge when were little."

"And getting the scar from a football tackle is a lot sexier?" Rachel asked skeptically.

Finn smirked and winked. "Totally."

Rachel leaned up and kissed him softly, her hand stroking his cheek. Finn was surprised but leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her to pull her up on her toes. When she pulled back a moment for air, she smiled against his lips.

"Thank you for telling me."

Finn smiled, pecking her lips softly. "You're welcome."

"Hey, you two lovebirds wanna get the show on the road?"

Finn glanced at the man operating the Ferris wheel, motioning them to an empty seat. He rolled his eyes as Rachel pulled on Finn's arm. They walked up the ramp and sat down in the seat, which leaned back as the man strapped them in and clunked the bar into place over their lap.

Finn swallowed as the machine jerked to life and pulled them back…up…up…up…away from the ground.

"Oh, Cheesus." Finn snapped his eyes shut and squeezed Rachel's hand.

"Ow! Finn! You're choking my hand."

He winced, eyes still closed, and let go of her hand. His fingers curled around the bar in front of him instead. "Sorry."

He breathed out as he felt the summer air hit his face and he felt Rachel snuggle closer to him, wrapping her arm around his.

Okay, so, maybe this wasn't so bad…

Then the machine jerked to a stop, their seat rocking back and forth. Finn's heart slammed in his chest and he made the mistake of opening his eyes for a second.

They were suspended, at the top of the Ferris wheel, unmoving, holy Jesus in a hand basket he was going to die—

"Oh God…what are—what is happening? Is it broken? No! Wait, don't answer that."

Rachel kissed his cheek and leaned over to look down at the ground. "I don't believe it's broken Finn, I'm sure they just stopped to let another couple on—"

The seat crept and creaked forward as Rachel bent to check out the ground. Finn squealed (in a totally manly way, mind you) and squeezed the bar.

"Rachel! For God's sake, stop moving!"

She frowned and leaned back into the seat. "Well you don't have to be so bossy about it! I'm just trying to make you feel better." He sighed. "Just try and relax."

"How am I supposed to relax when we're basically just sitting here, waiting, to plummet to our deaths!"

She giggled. "And you say I'm dramatic?"

"You are." Finn said pointedly, looking at her. "It's probably rubbed off on me."

She kissed his forehead. "Is that a bad thing?"

Finn swallowed as she ran the tip of her nose down between his eyebrows, placing a kiss on the bridge of his nose.

"Not…exactly." He whispered as she placed another kiss on the tip of his nose, making him scrunch it.

She giggled and kissed his upper lip before kissing his lower one. "You're trying to distract me." He said softly, his hand shaking as he moved it from the bar to circle his arm around her.

Rachel grinned. "Is it working?"

"Not yet." He smirked and leaned into kiss her, deeply, without reserve.

He kissed her like he was about to die in a freak accident involving the Ferris wheel—like it'd be the last time he ever touched her face, felt her soft lips against his, tasted her strawberry lipgloss, heard the soft sigh of content as his lips moved against hers, and felt her heartbeat against his chest as he pulled her closer.

All of their kisses should have been like this.

Finn didn't even realize when the Ferris wheel had started moving again.

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