Where Dreams Take You

Chapter 4

Finn POV

"You need to get laid." Puck was pacing the room in front of him.

"He doesn't need to get laid, would you just leave him alone." Sam said defensively as he stepped between him and Puck.

"Yeah well if he doesn't need laid, he needs to remove the stick from his ass. I miss my wife too but you don't see me acting like an asshole during meet and greet."

"You're an asshole 24/7 Puck, you don't need to contain it to a meet and greet." Kyle stood up and walked toward the door of the dressing room. "I'm getting food, you're all acting like hormonal bitches." Kyle slammed the door behind him as he left the dressing room, causing the pictures on the wooden walls to shake slightly. Finn sighed heavily from his spot on the couch. He knew he'd been acting like an ass for a couple of days now. He knew that his anxiety was getting the best of him in the meet and greets but couldn't Puck just cut him some slack?

Puck crossed his arms, staring directly at Finn. "Ok enough of this, let's get food Puck." Finn looked in the corner of the room to see Blaine eyeing him as he grabbed his wallet off the desk and headed toward the door. He looked over at Sam and glanced back at Finn for a moment before looking back at Sam. "We'll be out for a few alright. So you guys are free to talk about whatever you want." Finn's brow furrowed in confusion as Blaine and Puck left the room.

"What the fuck was that about? Does he know?" Finn accused as Sam and he were alone in the room.

Sam shrugged. "Not everything, no."

Finn stood up, his hands raised. "Are you fucking kidding me? You told me you weren't going to tell him." Finn knew he couldn't keep his anxiety quiet forever, but he really didn't need Blaine worrying or worse, telling Rachel or Kurt about it. The last thing he needed was Rachel freaking out that he couldn't handle things.

"I'm sorry, he saw the way you were acting, he asked…I couldn't lie to him. You know how I get when he looks at me with those eyebrows of his raised. It's intimidating." Sam tossed himself down on the sofa where Finn had been sitting. "Besides, he pretty much figured it out himself after you freaked out the other day. All I did was confirm it."

Finn's eyes rolled and he looked at himself in the mirror. "I've got it under control." He lied. "You have to stop worrying so much Sam. Fuck, I married Rachel, not you." He felt something hit his back as the pillow smacked against him. He turned toward Sam and smiled. "Next thing I know you're gonna want to start cuddling or something at night." He tossed the pillow back at him and then headed to the door. "Come on dude, let's eat. I'm starving."

The last few days had been a blur for Finn. They had traveled through both North and South Carolina and had just gotten to Tennessee this morning. He knew they were headed to Texas soon and then toward the west coast, further and further away from Rachel. He missed Rachel more than he cared to think about. He hated being away from her but it was the life they had chosen. They all were dealing with some kind of loneliness on the road. Finn needed to man up and stop thinking about it so much. Sure enough by the time dinner had ended everyone was laughing and having a good time. Puck was making the occasional fart joke and Kyle would punch him until he stopped. Blaine would always look them all over and try and keep the peace as Sam sat quietly in the corner and read a book or tweeted on his phone. It was the next best thing to his actual family.

Finn was brought out of his thoughts by three cell phones going off at once. Blaine reached for his as Finn and Sam both clicked their phones on and read the message. 'Rain delay. No show tonight. Postponed til tomorrow. Enjoy your night off. J' Finn wasn't sure what the hell they were supposed to do for fun in Tennessee but a night off was always a good thing. "Hell yeah, strip club night!" He heard Puck yell from the other side of the booth as he read the text over Kyle's shoulder. "Who's in?"

Finn shook his head. "No way, I'm out. I think Rachel knows when I do that stuff. Super ESP or something."

Puck laughed. "Your balls are gonna turn blue if you don't find some sort of motivation, man."

"I have plenty of motivation and I'm sure your wife would pretty much hate the motivation you are thinking of going out to get."

Puck shrugged him off as he got up out of the booth. "What Quinn doesn't know won't kill her. I don't touch….looking is legal still right?"

Finn chuckled. "Never change, Puck."

He watched as Kyle and Sam both piled out of the booth. Sam turned back to Finn. "You sure you don't want to come and get your mind off things?"

"I'm good, I swear. I release you from your babysitting duties for the night." He said with a mock laugh.

"Alright." He exchanged a solemn look with Blaine and then left to join Puck and Kyle outside where they were piling into a cab.

It was quiet as he and Blaine finished their food, paying the bill after ordering a cup of coffee. "Weird having a day off." Finn said, breaking the silence.

Blaine grunted in agreement as he finished his sip of coffee. He wiped his mouth and looked up at him. "I'm guessing you know I talked to Sam." The mood immediately got serious as it usually did with Blaine. He was a lot of fun on stage but he was always the serious, keep you in line, type of guy off the stage. Finn knew it was time for the talk he was dreading with him.

"Yeah I kinda figured."

"When were you going to tell me?" Blaine leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"I'm sorry man, I didn't want everyone to worry. I didn't even want to tell Sam but it just sort of happened and I didn't have a choice." Finn could see the concern on Blaine's face. "I know, I know you want the best for me and are just looking out for me, but I don't need that alright. I've gone my whole life without my dad being around; I think I can handle not having him now."

Blaine scoffed and sat his coffee cup down. "I saw you at that meet and greet. You were scared. I don't want to put you in that position if you can't handle it. But I can't protect you if you don't tell me what's going on."

"I don't need protection. I can handle it. It's nothing." Blaine laughed and Finn sat back in his seat. "I'm serious. I'm a big boy B; I can handle a little bit of anxiety now and then."

"Finn, you were attacked, stabbed, and almost died. No one…"

"Stop making it seem bigger than it was. I'm fine." Finn interrupted.

"Stop making it seem like it was nothing. You seem to rewrite your history with as little drama as possible. Take a cue from your wife man, drama adds flair. You were attacked by a stalker who almost killed you. You have every right to still have issues with it."

"I don't have issues with it!" Finn said in almost a shout. Blaine looked around the room as people were turning their attention toward them and Finn sank down in his chair. "Sorry. Dammit. This is why I didn't want to say anything."

Blaine toyed with the sugar packets on the table between them. "Maybe you should talk to Rachel about…"

Finn groaned. "No. Look, if there is one thing I'm asking you, it's don't tell Kurt or Rachel."

"Finn, she needs to understand that you are having issues with this again."

"I don't ask you for much, man. I'm asking you for this."

Blaine sighed and dropped his head. "Fine." He lifted his face and his eyes met Finn's. "But if I start to see where this is going bad, I'm telling her."

Finn looked away. "I swear, I have it under control." Finn could see the concern on his face. "Come on, I'm beat. I just want to sleep for once."

Blaine couldn't argue with Finn getting some shut eye but he knew that Blaine would be keeping a closer eye on him than normal from now on. Finn was happy that at least the conversation was dropped from that point on as they made their way back to the hotel. He noticed Blaine checking his cell phone more than once and frowning. "Your phone pissing you off? What did Siri do now?"

"It's Kurt. I haven't heard from him in two days and that's really not like him." Finn pulled out his phone and checked his texts. Nothing new from Rachel but they had just texted a few hours ago.

"Rach's last text was to tell me she loved me so I'm guessing if something had happened she would have known. You know Kurt; I'm sure he's lost in some design and hasn't lifted his head for days. I wouldn't worry."

Blaine started to laugh as he looked out the window as they approached the hotel. "You are probably right; he really does get caught up in that stuff."

Finn could tell that Blaine was missing Kurt. They were all feeling it. A month was a long time not to see the face of the person you love. The cab came to a quick halt and they jumped out and headed into the lobby. "Look, I'll ask Rach about him tonight okay?"

Blaine's hand patted him on the shoulder as he smiled up at him. "Take care and get some rest alright? We start over in the morning with a new day." The grin grew slightly on Finn's face. He really did think of Blaine like a brother to him. He was always more grateful for his concern than angry over it. Finn knew that Blaine had his back, it was a comforting thought.

"Night, man." Finn headed toward the elevator as Blaine continued to the front desk, mumbling about needing more pillows after Puck had some 'incident' with his last two that Finn really didn't want an explanation about. He pushed his key into the door and shut it behind him quickly. He leaned his head back against the frame and closed his eyes firmly. He knew sleeping probably wouldn't happen but at least he had the option of trying tonight.

Before he could open his eyes and trudge toward the bedroom he heard a noise in the next room causing his eyes to flicker open quickly. He was scanning the darkness and running his hand along the wall looking for the switch to the hall light. The noise echoed again from the next room and Finn increased his pace toward the end of the hall where he could see a light flickering under the door to his bedroom. His heart was racing. Sam had gone out with the guys and he wouldn't be in his room anyway, so who the fuck was in there? Finn reached for the candle stick sitting on the small table in the hall and tip toed toward the bedroom door, reaching his hand toward the handle quietly. He stopped suddenly and stood up straight. What if April had found him? What if she broke into his room and was waiting on the other side of the door in some nightgown with a gun demanding he have sex with her? He reached for his cell phone in his pants pocket and started to dial 911 when he heard humming coming from the other side of the door. He pressed his ear to the wood as he strained to hear anything on the other side of the door.

'and being a part ain't easy on this love affair…two strangers learn to fall in love again…I get the' Finn dropped the candle stick in his hand and pulled the handle on the door as he rushed into the room. "Rachel?" He said almost in a shout as his eyes focused on the girl standing in the middle of the room, lighting candles. She jumped and screeched loudly, placing her hand over her chest.

"Oh my goodness Finn, you scared me."

Finn couldn't believe his eyes. Was he hallucinating? Was she really standing there in the room? He didn't want to wait for her to disappear as he quickly crossed the room and swept her into his arms. He felt her hands on his chest as he looked down into her eyes before bending his neck and bruising his lips on hers. She was real. She was actually here. He pulled back and stared at her in shock. "What are you doing here?"

She smiled and pulled back away from him, twirling in her white silk night gown. "You like? I wanted to surprise you." Finn couldn't stop the stupid grin on his face.

"Of course I like. Oh my God I can't believe you're here." He pulled her back to him and kissed her again, this time he wasted no time as his tongue pressed into her mouth. It was like finally being home again. He was pretty sure he could be on the moon and still feel like he was home if Rachel was there. He had missed her mouth, her tongue, her scent. Everything about her put him at ease. When he needed air, he pressed his forehead against hers and breathed out heavily. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." She said softly.

Finn stood up straight. "I almost killed you." He said with a laugh. "If you hadn't started singing I was coming in here to bang you on the head with a candle stick." He looked back at the open door, the golden object sitting on the floor.

Rachel's giggles started and he had forgotten how much the sound made his heart feel so happy. "Well that would have figured after the last two days I've had."

Finn looked at her confused. "Well it's a good thing I didn't go to that strip club with Puck tonight. I told him you always know when I'm about to do bad things."

Her eyebrow rose suddenly. "Strip club huh? Well I think Puck's gonna be in for a big surprise then." She pressed her lips firmly together before speaking again. "I think you better sit down." She said seriously, taking his hand in hers and leading him toward the bed. "You're not going to believe what I've been through for the last two days."