A/N: Kinda my take on 4x14, based on spoilers and my imagination. inspiration and title from get back by demi lovato. dedicated to nenne.

"Please," she whispers into the dark room, her eyes still closed, "don't leave again."

He stops in his tracks, a guilty look on his face. "Look, Rachel, this was a mistake." He pauses. "You know that."

"So the fact that we just slept together doesn't change anything between us?" She sits up in the bed, pulling the sheets tighter around her body. His shoulders drop and he walks to the bed, sitting at the other end, head in his hands.

They stay silent for a few minutes, the only sound in the room is the heavy breathing between them. She glances at the clock. 2:38 am. He lifts his head from his hands and glances at her

"I.. I-" she hesitates, and he encourages her to go on, "after we broke up," she winces at those words as she says them, "I couldn't stop thinking about you, you know?" he doesn't say anything, so she continues, "f-for a while, you stopped answering your phone. I even tried using Kurt's phone, but you wouldn't answer when I did that either." He looks up at her. "I was a mess, Finn," she whispers the next part so quietly that he's not quite sure she even says it, "I'm still a mess."

His eyes flick up to her face, and he immediately sees the tears running down her cheeks. He leans across and runs his thumb over her cheeks, collecting her tears before they fall all the way down. He's sure he just crossed the line. She sits up more, pulling the sheets even tighter around herself.

He still hasn't said a word and Rachel's not really sure if that's a good thing or not. She relaxes against the headboard, taking the sheet with her, and Finn shifts on the end of the bed, but he doesn't move any closer. She likes that he knows when to keep his distance. Something Brody doesn't know how to do.

"Do you remember," she begins after almost 10 minutes of total silence. "when we were in high school and it was Valentine's Day and we were at my house and I wouldn't let you use my bathroom?"

She waits a while for his answer. He smiles slightly, she thinks that's good enough, she continues. "And you got mad at me so you stormed out and I threw my hairbrush at you?"

He smiles again, bigger this time, so she smiles too. "Yeah. I remember that." He says softly.

"Well I miss that about us. N-not the fighting, but the way that we could make up so quickly when we did." She sees him nod in the dark room.

"Finn?" She asks, placing her head on the pillow. He looks at her, "I - I miss us. A lot."

He nods. "I miss us too."

"Come here."

"Rachel," he says, "I don't think that's the best idea."

"Do you regret it? Sleeping with me?" She asks, her eyes filling with tears.

He doesn't hesitate to answer. "Not at all."

"You still have my heart," she says and he smiles at her. "You'll always have my heart."

"You still have mine too, Rach, always."

"Good. So, come here?"

He sighs, slipping his shoes off and crawling to her. "Are you sure?" She nods. "Cause once we do this… there really is no turning back."

"I know."

He gets under the covers, and lies beside her. Close enough so he knows she's there, but he doesn't reach out and touch her. He doesn't want to mess things up again.

She rolls over to face him, staying to her side of the bed. "When I was in New York," she pauses, "you were the only guy I ever wanted. You are the only guy i'll ever want."

He reaches up and brushes the hair from her forehead, and she has to bite her lip to stop herself from kissing him right then. She closes her eyes, letting her guard down in front of him. That's another thing she loves about Finn… the fact that she feels so comfortable around him, even though things should be so awkward and broken. She thinks that feeling is like being home.

"Even though I have Kurt and - and," she whispers the next word like she knows it's going to hurt him, "Brody in New York, I can't help but feel lonely. Neither of them are really there for me. Truth is, they'll only be around if they want something from me. It's kind of annoying, really."

She shifts closer to him, so their bodies are touching, just a bit. "You're the only person I need. And Finn?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want to be lonely anymore, please?"

She's inviting him back to New York with her, he knows that. And he knows her, she wants her fairytale ending, and he's the only one who can give it to her.

"Please?" She asks again, scooting even closer to him. She slowly moves her hand up his chest and across to his back.

He sighs, closing his eyes for a second. "Rach," he whispers, his own hand moving to her back, "I can't stay away from you, I just can't." She leans forward and kisses his bare chest, and he runs his fingers through her hair. "So… when Mr Schue comes back, i'll do it. I'll move to New York. To be with you."

She pulls back, the look of absolute shock on her face. "Seriously?" She squeaks, probably a little too loud for the middle of the night, especially in a hotel room.

He looks at her with soft eyes. "Yeah, seriously, I mean it Rach."

She's laughing as hugs him tight again, murmuring "thank you" into his chest over and over again. He holds her for a while, holding her as close as he can, pressing their bodies even closer together.

"I think you just made me the happiest girl in the whole world." She laughs. "Wait. I know you just made me the happiest girl in the whole world. Thank you."

"You're all I need Rachel."

"Kiss me," she whispers. "Kiss me like you've missed me more than anything."

"Well I have missed you more than anything." He tells her and she giggles, but he cuts her off as he attaches her lips to hers. It's not long before she's kissing him back, pushing her tongue inside his mouth, moving it with his like they haven't kissed in years. Truth is, it's only really been a few hours since they kissed. He pushes her onto her back, keeping his weight to the side, as he kisses her more passionately than he can ever remember.

But she doesn't care about anything else anymore. She's got the one thing she wants, and needs, more than anything else in the world. She's got Finn.

She pulls back once she feels dizzy and she leans her forehead against his. "I love you Finn Hudson, more than anything."

"More than Broadway? More than New York?" He jokes.

She giggles and pushes his chest playfully, as best as she can. "A lot more than Broadway, and definitely more than New York."

"I love you too Rachel Berry, god, so, so much." He says, slipping his hand further down on her body. "I don't ever want to lose you again."

"You won't. You've got me." She whispers, obviously tired. "Forever, this time. I promise."

"Forever." He echoes, pressing a kiss into her hair.

He hears her whisper "forever" again before she falls asleep in his arms. He drifts off only minutes later, and he knows it's going to be the best sleep he's had in a very long time.