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"Don't you wanna stay here a little while? Don't you wanna hold each other tight, don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight? Don't you wanna stay here a little while? We could make forever feel this way, don't you wanna stay?"
-from 'Don't You Wanna Stay'
Few things before this chapter: First off, thank you all so much for the reviews, favs, and follows, they mean so much more to me than I can express, so thank you! Also, I've been dropping reminders from the beginning that this was going to be a DRAMA, I hope that you haven't forgotten that. I love Finchel as much (if not more) than anyone else, but for the sake of this story prepare to be frustrated with our precious Finn for a while. That is all, enjoy!
Rachel bustled around her room, tidying things as she went. Thankfully Finn had dropped her off at her dorm, then ran to his own apartment to take a shower, get some fresh clothes, and do a few things before he came back. After picking out her earlier outfit, and then bathing suit with Tana she had left her room in a bit of a mess. As soon as he dropped her off, she rushed upstairs to take a shower then tidy things back up to perfection.
She wasn't exactly sure what she should wear for this type of event, and after a fair amount of debating, she settled on a well fitting pair of sweatpants and a cute, over the shoulder pink shirt. She rationalized this because it was already nine o'clock at night, and completely normal for her to be in clothes for just lounging around. She knew Finn, its not like he would show up in slacks and another tie (not that she would complain if he did) and she wanted to match him casualness.
She was sorting through movies on Netflix when her phone buzzed. Already tingling from excitement, she bounced over to her bedside nightstand to check the message.
I'm downstairs.
She hopped up and down a few times, releasing some of her excitement before she ran over to the mirror. She inspected herself for a final time, running her hands through her freshly washed hair and smoothing it down again. Happy with her appearance, she turned to grab her keys and make her way out the door to let him inside. When she opened her door, skipping forward, she walked right into a broad, gray clad chest.
"Whoa, where's the fire?" Finn asked, an amused smile playing on the corners of his mouth as he steadied her.
"Finn, God you scared me" she panted, swatting at his chest. "I thought you were downstairs" she continued, holding a hand to her racing heart as she let him inside the room.
"I was, somebody else came up and let me in" he explained, sitting himself down in the chair at her desk. It was so odd seeing him there, yet at the same time it felt natural, like he was supposed to be there. She eyed his simple gray t-shirt, the holey jeans, and tennis shoes; she knew it, casual. Smiling to herself, she automatically slipped into hostess mode.
"Do you want something to drink, or anything?"
"I'll take a beer" he replied, pulling his chair back so that he could see the television atop her desk. "What are you watching?" he asked as she made her way over to the refrigerator. She pulled a beer out, and one of the 40 oz Smirnoff Ices for herself.
"I hadn't really picked anything yet, I was waiting for you to get here" she shrugged, handing the beer to him.
"That's what you're drinking? That's wimp juice" he laughed, popping the top off of his beer.
"It is not wimp juice, it's basically the same thing, with a much nicer taste" she defended, twisting the top off of her drink.
Finn shook his head at her as he grabbed the controller for her system, flipping through the different movies. Eventually he settled on a comedy called 'The Hangover'. "Have you ever seen this Rach?"
"Can't say that I have." She moved to the foot of her bed, climbing up and onto it. She positioned herself cross-legged in the center, just behind Finn's left shoulder as he pressed play.
"It's really funny, you'll like it." She nodded, bringing her drink to her lips again for a large gulp. Whatever he wanted to watch was fine with her, she had everything she wanted. Well maybe not everything, she wished he was a little closer.
The opening credits started, and she tried to pay attention. The movie was about a man going to Vegas for his bachelor's party with his two closest friends and soon to be brother in law. She could certainly see why Finn like it, it seemed funny enough. She wasn't too focused on it though, rather she focused on the way his t-shirt hugged his back muscles. Or the soft texture of his hair, the way his lips puckered when he brought the beer to his lips. It wasn't very long before half of her drink was gone, and he needed a new one. She happily bounced down from the bed, fetching him another.
When she came back, she found him toying with her deck of Phase 10 cards. They had played once in The Playground, on an evening when he was working. Finn, Puck, Mike, Tina, and herself had all played. That night she found out how dirty of a competitor he was. She was furious when he used a skip card on her, then bribed everyone else in the game that had a skip card to use it on her as well. Needless to say, she had finished last in that game. She had slipped Puck any cards she could to help him though, ensuring that Finn wouldn't win. It had been a blast.
"We haven't played this in a while, want to play?" he asked, twisting open and taking a sip from his drink. She nodded excitedly, watching as he got up from his chair, and effortlessly sat down on the edge of her bed. He toed off his shoes, and scooted farther back, making himself comfortable at the edge of her bed.
Finn was in her bed.
She brought her own drink up to her lips to chug, fighting the goofy smile trying to emerge on her face.
"How's that water?" he asked, smirking at her as he shuffled the cards, his beer nestled between his thighs.
"My perfectly acceptable alcoholic beverage is delightful" she responded, taking another large gulp as she made a face at him. "I don't know how you drink that foul drink" she continued, nodding towards his beer.
"It's not that bad, do you wanna try it" he asked, releasing the cards to hold it out to her with a tempting smile. She looked at the bottle of unappealing liquid, the realization that the top had been pressed to his lips being the only reason she reached out towards it. She brought the beer to her mouth, taking a dainty sip and scowling before she handed it back to him.
"Hey, you survived" he chuckled as he accepted the bottle from her. "Um, you got a little..." he reached forward, touching the tip of his index finger to the corner of her mouth, swiping up a leftover drop of the drink. Her breath caught at the intimate touch, eyes following the movement as he brought the finger to his mouth and sucked off the drop. "See, not bad at all."
She swallowed as he stared at her, the bitter taste in her mouth forgotten as she focused on him. His eyes shined at her, whether from the alcohol, or from the same things she was feeling she wasn't sure. "Mine is still better" she argued weakly, holding up her drink. "Do you want a taste?" Finn shook his head at the offer, making her heart deflate enough to clear her head. "Suit yourself. Are you ready to deal?"
Finn dealt the cards for the both of them, the movie playing in the background mostly forgotten as they started the game. They decided not to keep points, making it more of a leisurely game. He was much nicer this time, or maybe that was because there wasn't anyone around for him to gang up on her with. The game also went by much slower, the both of them taking the time to joke, laugh at random parts of the movie they managed to catch, and drink their respective drinks. She was in the lead, making it to phase four and leaving him behind on three. Soon her bottle was empty, the alcohol finally making itself known in her system.
"I'm going to get another drink, don't cheat" she said sternly, pointing a finger at him. She noticed his bottle was empty as well, and silently decided to bring him another as well. She popped the tops off of both drinks with only a little struggle, and brought them back to her bed. Instead of going back through the trouble of climbing up and over Finn, she stood to the side of the bed to continue the game.
"You're gonna play from down there? I can barely see you" he grinned, eyes shining down at her.
Rachel stuck out her tongue at him, twisting open her bottle. They continued their game, even though it became less and less important with every sip of her drink, and every lingering glimpse she caught from him. She could tell the alcohol was getting to her when she started to get hot. She wasn't drunk, far from it, but she was a little tipsy. Just enough to be happy, and open, and feel free. She smiled up at Finn as she laid out her last phase, laughing as he pouted at her, his glazed eyes sparkling.
"I win!" she sang, dropping her last card and throwing her arms up in the air. She spun around in a circle, swaying slightly and losing her balance. She fell down on her bottom, on the seat that Finn had first occupied. "Oops" she giggled, standing up again.
"Drunk?"
"No, I'm not drunk, I don't plan on ever getting drunk again. I'm just kind of buzzed, I feel good" she informed him, one hand firmly on her hip as she reached over to bring her drink to her lips again.
She looked up to her t.v to find that the movie had ended. Rachel sighed as she thought about what that meant for them, she hadn't really thought this far ahead. She knew they were going to hang out, but she wasn't sure for how long. They were drinking pretty liberally, did that mean he was planning on staying the night? Or had he planned on leaving when the movie was over? The game was finished, the movie was off, it would make sense for him to leave now. She desperately hoped he wouldn't though, she wanted him to stay.
"Um, the movie is off" she stated dumbly, waving a hand towards it.
"Oh, yeah." They stared at each other for a second awkwardly before they both burst into giggles for no apparent reason, probably the alcohol. "Did you want to watch something else?"
Rachel nodded excitedly at his words, snatching up the controller and immediately searching for another acceptable movie to hopefully ignore. In her haze, she didn't even try to hide her excitement, she didn't care, all she cared about was that he wanted to stick around. Finally she stopped on Transformers 3, remembering him mentioning not too long ago that it was the only one of the series he hadn't seen.
"Perfect" he smiled, sliding down from her bed to toss his empty bottle.
"Do you want another one?" she asked, eager to supply him with whatever he wanted and more if possible.
"I think I'm good, you should probably slow down though" he said, eying her as she swayed in place.
"There's only one beer left, you should finish it so we can get it out of the refrigerator" she decided for him, skipping over to take it out. She popped the cap off of it as well, clinking it to her own drink as she handed it to Finn. "Cheers" she declared with a giggle, tipping her bottle back. They both chugged, competing with one another as they drank. Finn of course won, smacking his lips loudly as he set the empty bottle down.
"I win" he cheered, mocking her with a smirk as he pumped his fist.
Rachel finally brought her drink down from her lips, releasing a very loud burp at him in response.
"Wow Rach, super hot" he said, scrunching up his face in mock disgust at her.
"I am hot" she sang, wiggling in place before skipping over to him. "You don't think I'm hot" she asked, tickling his chest with her fingers, her eyes widening exaggeratedly as she tickled him.
"You've definitely had enough" he laughed, prying the drink from her hands and setting it on her desk. "Let's sit you down" he said, leading her over to her bed.
"I can't get all the way up there" she sighed, holding her arms out as a signal for him to lift her. As expected, he lifted her by the waist easily, setting her down on the mattress. She scooted backwards leaning her back against the wall, facing the television, when she realized Finn wasn't joining her. He pulled the chair around, sitting down and facing the t.v as well, his back to her as he hit play on the movie. She pouted at their distance, realizing that they would be separated for the extent of the whole movie. That just wouldn't do.
"I don't want to sit up here anymore" she decided, scooting forward.
"What, why?"
"You're all the way down there, I want to sit down there."
"There's nowhere for you to sit down here." She shrugged her shoulders, batting her eyelashes at him in invitation. She beamed as he stood, pushing the chair forward and climbing back up onto the bed with her. He pushed himself backward, settling on the bed right beside her, his feet hanging off of the side of the bed.
"Much better" she cooed, leaning her head over onto his shoulder bravely. He didn't flinch away, or even laugh, if she wasn't mistaken, he even leaned a little closer.
The movie started, but she didn't really notice. She nuzzled her head into his shoulder, taking in the scent of him and the soft feel of his t-shirt. She wasn't exactly sure how long the movie had been on, or what had happened to the dark haired girl for her to be replaced with the pretty blonde, but she did know that she was losing her mind sitting in her bed so close to Finn. After their extreme flirting in the pool, the way he'd been staring at her all day, and the fact that he was spending this night, his one free night alone with her in her bed, was making her head spin and her heart race. The little voice in the back of her mind wouldn't stop screaming: it's time. Time for her to make a move, if it was going to happen, this was as good a time as any. Actually, this seemed like the perfect time, everything had led up to this one moment. Between the little voice, and the alcohol coursing through her system, there was no way she could let it pass her by.
Taking a deep breath, she turned her face into his shoulder, placing a tentative, feather light kiss to the fabric of his sleeve. She instantly felt his breath hitch, his body freezing as he felt her lips. The fact that he didn't move, or push her away inspired her to place another kiss, then another. She kissed her way up his shoulder until she reached the smooth expanse of his neck. Peeking up to find his eyes closed in what certainly looked like pleasure, she took the initiative to shift onto her knees, placing a soft kiss to his neck. He sighed softly, his hands gripping the sheet beside her as she continued to kiss his neck, taking a chance to nibble lightly on the skin. She heard him release a gentle curse, tilting his head over slightly as she continued to work his neck.
She was quickly growing tired of the angle, her neck getting sore from stretching, and she chanced another look at his face. He was obviously enjoying this as much as she was, both hands fisted into the sheets beside him, his mouth open in a perfect O. Taking that as a sign to continue her ministrations, she swung one leg over him, straddling his lap. His eyes immediately opened, his eyes full of lust and questions. Smiling softly Rachel tipped his head to the other side, latching her lips onto the other side of his neck to continue her kisses. She felt his hands come up, squeezing her hips as she nibbled lightly on his neck.
Rachel pulled back to look at him, meeting the questions in his eyes with a reassuring smile. She leaned forward, her eyes locked on his the entire time until she touched her lips to his. As soon as their lips met, the cloud of sexual tension around them exploded like fireworks. His hands gripped her hips tighter, his lips melding to hers in the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced. She had no idea it could feel like this, was this even normal?
The tip of his tongue slipped out, teasing the edge of her lips until she opened her mouth further, allowing him entrance. One hand came up to grip the back of her head as he explored her mouth, pulling her tighter to his body. She felt like she was floating as he possessed her mouth, dominating the kiss. She sighed into his mouth, tangling her fingers in his hair as the lights exploded behind her eyelids.
She finally pulled back from him, panting for air, her eyes locked on him as he reached forward. His hand reached up to the top of her t-shirt, and slowly he pulled down the lowest side, exposing her bra to him. He gently pulled the cup down, exposing her breast to him for the second time that day.
He shot her a panty soaking smile as he leaned forward, strategically placing kisses around her nipple. She sighed softly as he pleasured her breast, fondling the both of them as she squeezed her thighs around him. When he finally pulled back, Rachel pushed his hands away from her, pulling his shirt up and over his head, eager to feel more of his skin. Once it was removed she leaned in to take his own nipple between her lips, sucking gently as he tightened his grip on her ass. He kneaded her behind with one hand, the other toying with the bottom of her t-shirt. She reached down, pulling the shirt off and tossing it and her bra onto the floor along with his. She eagerly pressed her bare chest to his, reveling in the feeling of his skin pressed to hers.
Before she leaned back to his eager lips, she lifted a hand, dragging her fingertips up his abs, over his pecs, and over to his shoulder. Very purposefully, she brought her fingers to the tribal arm band circling his arm. Remembering what he had said about his tattoo, she kept her eyes locked on his as she traced the pattern with her fingertip, then leaned over to place a kiss to it, letting her tongue poke out to trace as well.
Before she could complete the pattern, Finn pushed her backward, pressing her into the mattress as he attacked her lips again. He dragged her sweatpants down her legs and pushed them over the side of the bed before his hand found its way back to her breast, squeezing and rolling her nipple around. He laid beside her, placing another kiss to each breast before reaching around to grip her ass. He hooked his hand behind her knee, hitching it up over his hip and pulled her closer to him, his very present erection pushing into her.
More than turned on by now, her mind a big puddle of goo, she leaned into him, bringing her hands down to unbutton his jeans. His hands came down, reaching into his pocket to pull out a condom before he started to help her get the pants off of him.
He had a condom, already, just waiting in his pocket. Did he think this was going to happen, had he planned on it too? Her smile only grew at the idea. Finally he sat up on his knees to pull the jeans completely off, his boxers going down with them.
Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, much larger than she had even expected. She had felt him through his slacks at the party, and she knew then that he was by no means small, but actually seeing him now was a totally different thing. He was much bigger than Sam had been in both length, and girth, and she could only imagine how much different it would feel. Well, she wouldn't be imagining very soon. Her lower muscles clenched as she stared him down, chewing on her bottom lip as he smirked at her.
She reached out to wrap her hand around him, curling her hand into the semblance of a fist as she stroked him, already hard in her hand. Hard for her, again. She smirked back at him, pulling him forward to press her lips to his. The smirk melted at the intensity of his kiss, it felt like he had somehow reached his hand right into her chest and was holding her heart. She moaned at the feeling, gripping his shoulder as he tugged down on her panties. He peeled them down her legs and tossed them into the growing pile of clothes, his eyes glued between her thighs.
Before he could move, Rachel pushed him back and leaned over his lap. She stared down at his manhood, dripping from the tip as it stared back at her. Her mouth watered as she looked, it was about time she tested that gag reflex.
She wrapped her lips around the very tip of him, swirling her tongue around it as she wrapped her hand around the base of him. His hands threaded into her hair as she started to suck, moving down further. She looked up at him through her lashes, thrilled at his heavy breathing, and the way his eyes were pinched shut. He finally met her gaze and she smiled around him before relaxing her throat muscles. Rachel tilted her head forward, changing the angle slightly as she lowered her head over him as far as she could possibly go until he hit the very back of her throat.
"Holy fuck" he cried, his hands tightening in her hair as she started to hum, now fondling his testicles gently. She moved back, swirling her tongue around his tip again before repeating the action, when Finn pulled her up. "Proved your point, no gag reflex" he panted, pushing her back into the sheets as his eyes set her aflame all over again. "I wanna feel you."
Without waiting for an answer Finn brought his hand to her folds, using one finger to spread her apart. He ran his finger along her slit, completely coating it in her wetness before he pushed the digit inside of her.
She moaned at the sensation, her walls squeezing around him as he pulled the finger out to repeat the pattern. It was obvious that Finn was very good at what he was doing, she was already panting from his ministrations. He brought his lips to her pulse point as he continued to work her core, teasing her clit with his fingertips and making her whine.
He pulled back, still playing with her with one hand, using the other to reach out for the condom packet. He tore it open with his teeth, then rolled the latex onto himself, his eyes never leaving hers. Once in place, Finn removed his hand from her and gripped himself in his hand. He replaced his fingers with his hardness, rubbing the tip along her slit teasingly.
Completely enjoying the teasing, but dying to actually feel him, Rachel pushed him backwards, guiding him onto his behind again. She straddled his hips, gripping his shoulders as she looked down into his eyes. She sat up on her knees, taking him in her hand to align him with her entrance. Slowly, she sank down, hugging him with the walls of her body as he filled her completely.
Rachel gasped, pausing once she was seated. Her eyes snapped shut as she let her body adjust to the feeling of being stretched. After a few seconds she rose again, then dropped back down slowly. She moaned as she fell into her rhythm riding him. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her fingernails digging half moons into his skin. One of his hands came up to wrap around her waist, the other gripped the back of her neck as she moved. He snapped his hips upward as she came down, pushing himself even further into her.
"Uhh, Finn" she cried, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she moved over him, increasing her speed at his urging. She rode him wildly, her thrusts growing erratic until Finn's grip tightened around her. He held her steady over him as he pushed himself up harder, jamming her down as he came up. She screamed into his shoulder as he groaned, her inner muscles squeezing around him. She had no idea what was happening to her body, but her heart was racing impossibly fast, she couldn't even hear over it to make out the incoherent mumblings Finn was releasing, and all of a sudden everything in her felt like it was tightening. She was approaching something, something big.
She panted and gasped above him, gripping him as tightly to her as possible while he gave her everything she didn't know she needed. She forced her eyes down, meeting his heated gaze for a final time. The pure lust in his eyes, the way they burned up at her as his jaw hung open in that beautiful O seemed to be the finishing touch to the magic in her body. Her head snapped back and her eyes shut as her body trembled, her walls fluttering wildly around Finn inside her. He clutched her tighter as she felt him pump one more time, and then it was over.
Rachel remained in his lap for a minute as they caught their breath. Her legs were about the consistency of jello, and her heart was still pounding in her ears, she needed the time to recover. Once she could finally breathe regularly, and she regained some of the feeling in her legs she untangled them from around Finn. The sudden need to pee weighed down on her kidneys, and she crawled down from the bed with a shy smile. She scooped her shirt up from the floor, and pulled it over her head then shakily turned toward the bathroom. "Um, I'll be right back."
She couldn't wipe the grin off of her face as she left the room. All of the sweating, and heavy activity erased some of the alcohol from her system, but she still felt amazing. No, she had never known what amazing felt like until right now. She had no idea sex could be this good, this fulfilling. With Sam, she hadn't felt engaged, there was no passion. She couldn't even put into words the passion that she had just experienced with Finn. It made her heart squeeze in her chest just to think about it. It was a little bit scary how intensely she felt about Finn, she felt more connected to him than she ever had with anyone else. And yeah, she had just learned that sex with him was mind-blowing, but it was more than that. It felt like all the confused strings of their relationship had just been tied together, sealing them for good.
He was in the room, he had to of felt the same things she had felt, there wasn't really any denying it now. She wondered what it would be like when she got back. Maybe they could cuddle, actually finish one of those movies and talk about everything in the morning. That sounded plausible enough. She washed her hands and checked her reflection in the mirror before she walked back out. Her hair was obviously a mess, so she ran her fingers through it a few times to get rid of the knots and smooth it back down. There really was no point, the way things were going she might end up getting it messed right back up as soon as she came out.
One thing she didn't expect to happen when she came back into her bedroom, was to find a fully dressed Finn, picking his keys up off of her dresser. He bent down to tie his shoes, giving her a small smile.
"Hey, is something wrong" she asked as nonchalantly as possible, trying to calm her pounding heart. Some part of her mind idly wondered how she hadn't had a heart attack yet tonight.
"No, no. It's just getting pretty late, I should get home. Puck will be wondering where I'm at, we have another benefit early in the morning."
Rachel nodded silently, at least he had a good excuse. She was suddenly reminded of Puck telling her once that Finn would sleep with girls then sneak out whether they were awake or not, no remorse. This had to be a good sign, right? At least he wasn't completely blowing her off, or being a jerk about it.
"Oh, oh okay. Um, do you want me to walk you down?"
"No, you're um, not uh" he mumbled, waving his hands toward her state of undress, avoiding eye contact. "It's cool, I can show myself out." He gave her another tight smile as he passed her, walking towards the door. He flinched slightly when she reached out for his hand, and she fought her very hardest not to let the tears well up in her eyes. Where had everything gone wrong?
"Finn?"
"I didn't mean to stay out so late, its gonna be killer getting up in the morning. You should get some sleep" he said gently, squeezing her hand before he released it. "I'll see you soon, okay?"
She nodded as he turned again, opening the door. He turned around, meeting her eyes for just a second as he waved goodbye, and then he was gone. No hug, no kiss, no nothing. Just gone.
Rachel sat down on her desk chair, too weak to climb up onto her bed. Her mind was whizzing with everything that had transpired, her heart felt like it weighed a thousand pounds and she was getting an extreme headache as she tried to sort through all of this. Had she really just been hit and quit, by her best friend? Or was she over analyzing? Maybe he really did need to go, maybe tomorrow she would wake up to a sweet good morning text and they could go from there. They could talk everything through together, and move forward. That had to be it, it could work.
Her phone buzzed just a few seconds later and she rushed to grab it, a relieved smile gracing her face when she saw that it was a text from Finn. She was wrong, she was getting a sweet goodnight text.
I don't think we should tell anyone about this.
The smile slid off of her face as she read, and re-read the message, her confusion even worse now than before. Her stomach tied up in knots, and the tears finally spilled over her eyes as she tossed the phone aside and curled up in the chair. What had she just done?
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