Finchel drabbles- # 9
Asked by: czarnabastet
Prompt: "as always Future!Finchel and Klaine in NY both couples drunk when Kurt and Rachel start to talk about their first time while Finn and Blaine are dying from embarrassment."

Finn followed Rachel closely as she stumbled ahead, tripping over her own red heels. Death traps. They were death traps—she had nearly walked into a pedestrian sign, a woman with a stroller and into blaring traffic. Although, maybe the jello shots she had taken with Kurt ten minutes ago hadn't helped either.

"Rachel!" He squeaked, grabbing her arm so she wouldn't tumble into Kurt, who was grinning at her and singing a rendition of 'Love is a Many Splendored Thing'. "Can I get a little help?" He looked at Blaine who was behind him, keeping a well thought out distance.

"Don't look at me; I'm not the one who thought it'd be cute to get his girlfriend trashed tonight."

He rolled his eyes. "That wasn't my plan. She was having a tough time at school—"

"That bitch Cindy Crawford thinks she can play a better Alice in Neverland—"

"Wonderland." Finn corrected softly.

"Than I can!" She finished with a scream. Finn winced. "Boy does she have another thing acoming!"

He adjusted the straps on her dress so that they did what they were supposed to (covering her adorable shoulders which had little freckles that made Finn want to kiss her skin) and glanced back at Blaine again. "I just wanted her to relax and forget about Cindy. You could have had a few too, you know, it wouldn't have hurt."

"Well, congratulations. Now she's drunk, screaming about Cindy and she pulled my boyfriend into this mess." Blaine scolded, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Kurt take Rachel's hand and spin her right into a parked cab.

Finn sighed and ran a hand over his face. "At least we were with them and they didn't try to get home by themselves like this…"

Rachel squealed, running for him. He made a quick decision and swept her up in his arms before she could collide with him and knock him over. "On top of a windy hill!" She sang, her body going limp like a rag doll. He groaned and stumbled with her in his arms; Blaine rushed forward and steadied him. "In the morningggg bliss—"

"Mist." Blaine hissed.

"Two lovers kissed and the world stood still!" She giggled and looked down at Finn, putting a sloppy kiss on his lips. "The world stands still when we kiss, Finn." She told him—her voice held a childlike innocence.

Finn set her down on the ground and held her against his chest, managing a small smile. "Oh really?"

"Everything was still moving." Kurt informed them, putting a haughty hand on his hip. "Nothing stillllllled."

Rachel glared at him. "It did too!"

"Did not! I had my eyes open, nothing stilled at your kisses. Nothing even came to a halt." He giggled and Blaine shook his head.

Rachel slipped from his hands before he could stop her as she ran for Kurt, intending on…what? Hitting him? Hugging him? Proving that she could halt his world if he kept his mouth moving?

"Rachel!" Blaine panicked and grabbed Rachel at the elbows before she could get any closer to maiming his boyfriend. "The world did still," he informed her. "Calm down."

She smiled widely at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I knew you'd see it Blainey bear." Finn rolled his eyes and Blaine smirked at her.

"I did, now let's get you two home."

"Maybe we should catch a cab." Finn said after a moment, watching Rachel skip to join hands with Kurt like she hadn't wanted to take his head off a moment before.

Blaine shook his head. "Too expensive and we're not that far away. Besides, fresh air will do them some good."

"Not if we can't get them home before they kill themselves." Finn muttered, watching Rachel carefully.

They conversation had died between Rachel and Kurt for a few blocks and Finn thought that was kind of odd…Rachel was a talkative drunk. She talked about everything and anything but…now it appeared she was whispering something into Kurt's ear—making him howl with laughter. Then Finn's face went white as he picked up one tiny conjoined word.

Baby-Oil.

Blaine glanced at Finn. "Did she just—"

Finn laughed awkwardly. "I'm sure she said something else."

"Right, because so many things rhyme with baby oil." He smirked and Finn glared at him.

"Shut up." There was another period of silence and Kurt and Rachel's whispering started to grow louder. Finn's mouth fell. "Did he just say—?"

Blaine squirmed, uncomfortable. "No. He said bath beads."

Finn's eyes widened and he shook his head. Those definitely weren't the type of beads he had just heard Kurt say. What were they talking about?

Finn and Blaine rushed forward and turned the drunken couple around. Rachel wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest, grinning like a cat that had just caught a mouse. "Finnnnyyy."

"Rachel, what were you and Kurt just talking about?"

She giggled loudly into his shirt as Kurt smiled at Blaine, looking innocent. "Sex, of course." Rachel told him and Finn glanced at Blaine, whose cheeks were as red as Rachel's shoes.

Oh, God.

"We were comparing out first times with a grading scale of experience, creativity, pleasure…" It sounded like something a sober Rachel would do and he couldn't help but wonder if Kurt and she had talked about their sex lives with each other before. "and longevity." She said the last word like she was having phone sex with him.

Oh, God. Oh, Cheesus. He didn't even know what that last word meant but Rachel was looking up at him like she was about to rip his clothes off and have at him right in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Of course." He shook his head. "Maybe we should take this inside…" They were so close yet so far away from their apartment.

"You don't need to be embarrassed, Finn." Rachel giggled as she saw blush bloom on his cheeks.

Finn glared at her indignantly. "I'm not!"

Blaine snorted. "Yeah, Finn."

He shoved him, making Blaine chuckle. "You're one to talk Mr. anal beads."

Kurt made a whistling noise as Blaine's face lit up red like a stop light. "And, boy, did he sure know how to use them."

Blaine's hand clamped over Kurt's mouth, his boyfriend murmuring noises of discomfort—which were purposely ignored.

"Feel like drinking now?" Finn asked, picking Rachel up in his arms as she told him she was convinced her legs had turned into green jello.

Blaine threw him a glare. "Shut up."

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