Finchel drabbles- # 7
Asked by: anon
Prompt: "Finchel Violet/Tate crossover" (The ship violate is from American Horror Story, it will make more sense if you have any idea what that show and the ship is about).
"I heard this place is haunted." He made ghost noises and started tickling Rachel's sides.
She slapped his hands away. "That's not funny, Finn! I can't believe you got me to agree to this nonsense."
"If it's nonsense, why are you scared?"
She glared at him. "Because it's nighttime and thundering and lightning out here like it's about to storm any minute on us and we're standing outside The Murder House."
Finn smirked and wrapped his arm around Rachel's waist. "The place has been abandoned for a few years now; I don't think it's capable of murdering anyone."
Rachel swallowed. "I just want to go home, Finn."
He frowned and laced his fingers with hers. "Come on, ten minutes is all we have to spend in the house! You know what will happen if we don't."
Rachel's eyes started gathering tears. "It's not fair! How did Quinn even get that tape?"
Finn's fist clenched angrily. "She has her ways, for all we know she's the one that probably recorded it. But if we don't spend at least ten minutes in the house it'll go to the principal, Rach." He swallowed as she sniffled. "And I don't think Principal Figgins will appreciate what we did on the piano."
She sighed softly as tears fell down her cheeks and quickly wiped them away. Finn leaned down and kissed her tear streaked face. "I won't let go of your hand and we've got flashlights. It'll be fine, okay?"
Rachel nodded and kissed his lips softly.
"Let's get inside before it starts raining."
Finn clasped Rachel's hand in his and started towards the front door. He slowly pushed the door open and went inside with her, turning his flashlight on.
The door closed by itself behind them.
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Finn shined his flashlight down the corridors. The house made eerie creaking noises, like it was settling with the idea of newcomers in its structure. Finn swallowed and looked at the stained glass on some of the walls.
He squeezed Rachel's hand as he felt her shake behind him. He turned his flashlight towards her and pulled her close, rubbing her arm.
"I can't believe people were murdered in this house." Rachel shivered. "No wonder no one wants to live here."
Finn licked his lips. "It's too bad. This place is huge… I bet the price is all knocked down too."
The flashlight started to flicker in Finn's hand and he sighed, hitting the top part off his palm. "Damnit." Rachel shivered as a blast of cold air blew through the corridor; ruffling her hair and making goosebumps appear all over her body.
"I don't like this, Finn…"
He moved the arm that was around her so he could fiddle with the flashlight properly. "We've got nine minutes left, Rach."
"And what? How is Quinn going to even know we spent our whole ten minutes in here! She's not outside spying on us!"
Finn looked at her. "A deal is a deal. I don't want the tape going to Figgins just because we couldn't spend ten minutes in a deserted house. Now, come on."
Rachel sighed shakily and moved to follow Finn as he headed towards the upstairs.
Then she heard giggling. A girl.
She whirled around to look behind her…but no one was there. She swallowed and shook her head. "Great, now I'm scaring myself." She muttered, turning to look at Finn.
But Finn was gone.
Fear gripped her stomach and panic started to fill her chest. "Finn?" She called out.
No, no, no. He was right there! Not a moment ago! He promised her he wouldn't let go of her hand…and now he was gone!
She heard a door creak as it opened, past the stairs. She slowly moved towards the door. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small key chain flashlight. She turned it on and shined it through the door—there were steps that led downstairs.
The basement? She thought. "Finn?" She called out, again. But only dead silence answered her back.
She moved down a few stairs and shook her head. No, if he was there, then he would answer her. Unless…
Rachel heard something moving.
"Finn, if you're playing a joke on me, I swear to God I am breaking up with you. This isn't funny!"
Something moved again, but this time it made a low, throated growling noise. Rachel froze on the steps.
Wet lips smacked against bare teeth—whatever it was, it sounded hungry. Something with sharp claws reached out and snatched her ankle, making her lose her balance. She hit the stairs with a hard thud, the wood bruising her side and back.
She clawed at the steps and did the only thing she could do; she screamed.
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Finn heard Rachel scream and whirled around in the hallway upstairs. He thought she was right there, behind him. She had literally been there a moment ago!
God damnit, this was all his fault. He promised her he wouldn't let go of his hand and now she was wandering around in the darkness of the murder house probably freaking herself out. He rushed around the bend in the hallway to go downstairs, hell bent on looking for Rachel (who was, no doubt, pissed off at him) when he ran into someone—hard.
"Shit!"
The girl looked up at him from the floor, smiling. "Geez, pit stop much?"
"I'm—" Finn frowned. "I'm sorry." He took the girls hand; her skin was as cold as ice. He swallowed. "I didn't…wait, who are you? What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing." She said, letting go of his hand.
"I thought my girlfriend and I were the only ones here."
She shrugged, running a hand over her light brown hair. "Guess not."
Finn shined the light in her face and the girl winced, pushing the flashlight down. "What are you doing here? You part of a dare too?"
She laughed. "Someone dared you to come in here?"
Finn scoffed and shrugged one shoulder. "Yeah. For ten minutes…I have to find my girlfriend." He said suddenly. "I heard her scream."
"She probably just ran into my boyfriend." She said nonchalantly, shrugging her one shoulder too, like she was mocking him.
"Your boyfriend's here too?"
"Yeah," She said with a smile. "He likes to scare people."
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Rachel felt herself being pulled up the stairs, away from whatever was clawing at her leg. The next scream seized up in her throat as she felt strong arms wrap around her midsection, tugging her into the hallway again before slamming the door closed.
She was certain it had been Finn that had pulled her away from…whatever that was but when she looked up into the face of her rescuer, unfamiliar brown eyes were staring back at her under a mess of blonde, wavy hair.
"What was that?" She shrieked as he helped her up off the floor. She tried to keep the tremble out of her voice. Her side and lower back ached from falling on the stairs. She winced and rubbed her side.
"I believe the term you are looking for is, 'thank you'." He said, smiling softly at her scared expression. "And it was probably a rapid raccoon."
She scoffed and wiped tear tracks off her face. "That was not a raccoon."
He shrugged, lips quirking into a wider smile. "Then why did you ask?"
Rachel looked down at her ankle and rubbed it. She just knew she had little scratch marks from whatever had grabbed her down there.
"What are you doing here?" Rachel asked suddenly. "Do you just wait around in creepy houses to save damsels in distress or something?"
He chuckled; the sound sent electric charges along Rachel's skin. The boy was enticingly attractive; in a dark, mysterious way.
"Do you always creep around haunted houses and get attacked by raccoons?"
She pouted and stomped her foot. "I do no such thing!"
He smiled. "What's your name?"
She swallowed, wrapping her arms around herself as she felt another draft hit her. "I'm Rachel."
He outstretched his hand and Rachel admired the large silver thumb ring. "I'm Tate."
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"That's kind of asshole thing to do." Finn said angrily. "My girlfriend is probably running around scared, in the dark, and your boyfriend is purposely trying to scare her?"
The girl shifted and crossed her arms over her chest. "Well maybe your girlfriend shouldn't have strayed from you in a haunted house."
"This place isn't haunted." Finn snapped, walking past her.
"What's your name, by the way?" She asked, walking faster to keep up with him.
He sighed. "Finn."
"I'm Violet."
"Charmed, I'm sure." He said sarcastically, walking down the stairs. "So you never told me why you were in this house, anyways." He stopped and turned to look at her as she descended the steps.
Thunder roared outside, shaking the house. He swallowed as he heard rain start to pelt the roof.
"I wanted to see if it was really haunted." Violet said, smiling slowly as she stood on the step right above where he was. She was almost as tall as him.
Finn smirked. "And? Is it?"
Violet bit her lip and looked up into Finn's eyes. "As far as I can tell it is."
"I don't believe in that sort of crap." He turned and walked down the stairs, he could hear her follow him.
"I think this place will make you a believer."
0o0o0o0o
"I have to find Finn." She passed Tate and started going down the hall. "I think I heard him upstairs."
"Finn your boyfriend?"
She nodded and curled her hair around her ear. "Yes."
"If you heard talking, he probably ran into Violet."
"Violet?"
He smiled, sad almost, but his eyes were filled with so much passion that it made Rachel shiver. "Yes, she's my girlfriend. We're on our one year anniversary."
She raised her eyebrows, skeptically. "You brought her here for your one year anniversary?"
Tate licked his lips, a shadow passing over his face. "She doesn't like normal things."
"Rachel!"
Rachel turned around and saw Finn coming down the steps. She ran over to him and launched herself into his awaiting arms. Tate turned and looked up the steps, smiling as Violet came down and stood next to him, her hand effortlessly falling into his.
"You alright? I'm sorry; I know you're probably pissed. I thought you were behind me—"
Rachel shook her head against his chest. "I'm fine. Something…I guess it was a raccoon attacked me on the stairs in the basement but…" She pulled back and looked at Tate. "He pulled me away."
"Really, it was nothing." Tate looked up at Finn.
"A raccoon, huh?" Violet asked, looking at Tate. There was a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Must have been a big fucker."
Tate smirked, leaning down to kiss her softly. "Should have seen the teeth on that thing."
Finn cleared his throat, gently rubbing Rachel's back. "Uh, well…thank you. For taking care of Rachel." He squeezed her gently and looked down at her, a humorless laugh escaping his lips. "We are way past our ten minute mark."
"Let's get out of here." Rachel said, insistently, but then looked at Tate and Violet. "Are you two coming?"
Tate smiled softly at her. "No, I think we'll stay just a bit longer."
Finn shrugged. "Suit yourself." He gently tugged on Rachel's hand, leading her through the corridor to the front door. "I know, I know, I so owe you—"
"More than a hot chocolate and a quickie in the back of your truck, Finn Hudson. You have no idea how scared I was."
Finn wrapped an arm around her as he closed the front door and headed outside, in the rain, to his truck.
Violet walked a little towards the front door and swallowed as Tate moved after her, settling an arm around her waist.
"Did you like him?"
She shrugged. "It'd be nice to have some people around our age to talk to."
"Rachel talks a lot though." He made a face. "At a speed that just isn't normal for humans. I dunno if I could take that forever." He ran a hand through her hair. "But if you like them…" He shrugged. "Maybe they'll come back."
She looked up at him and leaned into his chest. "Maybe."
"They seemed like a nice couple." Tate said after a few moments and kissed the tip of her nose and smirked softly. "If they come back we can have double dates."
A slow smile spread over her face. "They love each other."
"Like I love you?" Tate asked softly, running his lips over hers.
She nodded. "Yes," She kissed him softly. "Definitely. It's her and him…together for always." Violet echoed his words; he felt like he had said them to her so long ago. This house warped time in ways he couldn't contemplate.
Tate smiled and kissed her, pulling her into his body, as close as he could get her.
Now that kind of love, at least, was something he could understand.