Rachel looked through the window of Kurt's SUV as he drove them to Dayton mall; fall was always her favorite time of the year, with the crispness of the air, the bright warm colors of the trees, the smell of apples and pumpkins scenting the air and Halloween. Rachel tuned Kurt out as he talked about Blaine and his hair products and stared out the window as she thought about Halloween and its witches, vampires, monsters, heroes and ghosts. Ghosts. Rachel wondered if Finn would reappear during this time of the year since the Day of the Dead and All Saint's Day all celebrated and remembered family and friends that had passed away. She was sure that Finn's name would be mentioned at the mass at his church, and she would put his name in to be remembered at her synagogue, but would that be enough? She really missed him, and it didn't hit her until the first day of senior year when she had been slushied by some jocks and he hadn't come. She didn't have anyone to hold her and whisper calming words as he stroked her back. Jesse on the other hand had just stayed away from her claiming that slushy dye would ruin his scarf and silk shirt. Rachel had spent an entire period getting rid of the slushy out of her hair and clothes, looking in the mirrors of the locker room hoping that when she looked up she would see Finn or his eyes, but it never happened. Now it was Halloween with no sign on him.
After an hour and a half at the mall, Rachel smiled at Kurt as he went through the rack of clothes trying to find the right pieces for Rachel's Halloween costume for the school dance, which was the whole reason why they had come here. Kurt had dragged her here to try on the clothes, not to pick them out, since that was his job so, "Jesse will be drooling into whatever scarf he picks out for his costume." This year's dance theme was "The Greats" meaning anyone that was considered great in their area. Everyone was expecting Rachel to dress as Barbra Streisand, but she wanted to be different, do the unexpected, and be unique, so she had chosen Ava Gardner.
She had gone over to his house a few days ago so he could show her his sketches of her costume. He declared since they were now seniors, their costumes had to be epic, and if Rachel were to put the costume together it would look like a pre-school Ava Gardner in tights and a kitty sweater.
As she went up the stairs, she did what she had done since the day of Regionals, she paused in front of Finn's room, her hand on the doorknob, debating if she should step in for a moment or not. She had always just continued on, but today, something pulled her into the room.
When she stepped in, she was immediately enveloped in Finn's smell, something she had forgotten. She sat down gingerly on the bed and let her hands smooth out the wrinkles of the comforter, the picture of the first time she had come in her and Finn had appeared to her as she hugged his pillow. Now she hadn't seen him for six months, since she had told him to leave her alone. Every once in a while she thought she had spotted his whiskey eyes watching her, but as soon as she looked back, they would be gone. Whenever a cool breeze would sweep over her, she wished it was him, hoped it was him. Every rustle and shadow were given extra glances to see if he was there, and disappointed because he wasn't. After quietly closing the door and walking into Kurt's room, she was accosted with a dozen sketches proudly displayed on his walls of her in Ava Gardner's sexiest threads.
The one they had settled on had been of her in a leopard print corset bodysuit with fishnet stockings, and pearls encircling her upper arm and around her check, but of course Kurt put his own spin on it, which is why Rachel was currently standing in the middle of a Frederick's of Hollywood store in Dayton, looking through corsets and spanks, and listening to Kurt critique the material and the baseness of the store.
"Kurt, we could have gone to Victoria's Secret or Forever 21 or someplace like that, we didn't have to come to Frederick's." Rachel said exasperated with Kurt critiquing everything he touched.
"Yes we did Rachel. Unfortunately, Victoria's doesn't keep theirs in the store, and it's too late to order from their catalog, Le Perle is out of our price range and Forever 21 just didn't have anything I was happy with, so here we are, and I will put together the perfect vixen kitty Ava Gardner, so shush." Rachel just shook her head and went back to looking, while Kurt still mumbled under his breath.
The easiest thing to find had been the fishnet stockings, but now Kurt was yaying or naying pieces and how he could add his touch to it. They had finally settled on a lace up corset that Kurt would change out to black satin ribbon and add a black ruffle to the top edge of the leopard print bustier and they found spanks in the same pattern and material that he would add a couple of ruffles to the derriere. So she still was a homage to Ava, but with a Rachel Berry spark.
Now it was shoe shopping time, and Kurt felt Frederick's would have the perfect "fuck me" shoes she needed. He found five inch black stilettos with a delicate ankle strap. Rachel just looked at the stilts incredulously because she wasn't sure how she would walk in them. When they had finished shopping and her feet were killing her, she offered Kurt what every teenage boy dreams about, even Kurt, food. As they sat down in the food court with the pretzels and frozen lemonades, Rachel glanced at the people while Kurt animatedly talked about her costume and the alterations he would be making. She didn't really bother with what he was saying and kept smiling at little kids and nodding at older couples, until she suddenly did the best spit take in her life. Finn. He was here. Standing in the mall, totally unaware of where he was or that she was nearby. It was almost like it was a projection of him as he just fidgeted in his spot.
Until his eyes met hers. Rachel had forgotten how expressive and warm his eyes were, and right now it was sadness and longing reflecting back. When she heard Kurt say something to her and she turned her head for a second and back, he was gone, but in his place was another ghost, the one she had seen once before, tall, wearing a Marine uniform, looking right at her too. His eyes were very similar to Finn's, even with the same hint of sadness in his hazel eyes too. He mouthed something to Rachel that she didn't understand, smiled a crookedly and then disappeared, leaving her wondering what had just happened.
"Rachel, why and the hell did you just spit your lemonade out? What is wrong with you?" Rachel turned to see Kurt grabbing napkins to clean up the spit out lemonade with an annoyed look on his face oblivious to the two ghosts that had just been looking at them. After he had cleaned everything up, he declared it was time to go and grabbed their bags and started walking, leaving Rachel in his wake, still searching the crowds for signs of Finn or the other ghost.
As they drove home, Rachel was very quiet; getting a glance of Finn forced her to think about how the summer had been without Finn. She had always expected to see him, but he was never there. Finn really had left her alone like she had demanded, which had allowed her to continue her relationship with Jesse, but despite them being so perfect for each other, she could feel the strain hers and Jesse's relationship. One thing Rachel had learned over the summer was that Jesse was very pushy if he didn't get his way, and all summer he had bugged her to sleep with him, something she just couldn't do. She wanted to be sexually active and those feelings and urges were prominent, but when she thought of doing it with Jesse, it was just wrong. It was like her body was telling her he wasn't the one to have her first time with. Every time things became heated between them, it was like his lips weren't cool enough or his hands rough enough for her. He wouldn't mark her as his saying it was common. He just left her wanting more even before anything ever really started.
"Why so quiet Rachel? What's up my baby Barbra?" Rachel glanced over at Kurt and could see his worried expression even as he kept his eyes on the road in front of them.
"Just thinking. Have had a lot on my mind." Rachel shrugged, but decided to continue, "Kurt, do you think there is one person out there for each person. Someone that will love you completely and fully despite everything and nothing? Do you think love can transcend even death?"
"Um, that's a little odd and deep, even for you Rachel, at least the death question, but yes. Do you remember those butterflies that seemed to flock to that bush outside of the church when my dad and Carole got married, even though it was cold out? Well, my mom loved butterflies, and when she died, we buried her with a butterfly necklace my dad had given her when they had first started going out. Those butterflies were like a way of my mom telling my dad that she was happy he was marrying Carole, and that she still loved him. Is that what you mean?"
"Sort of. I guess I'm not even sure what I mean. I was just wondering that's all." Rachel's voice had become wistful as she became lost in her thoughts again. Finn and his eyes dominating them, like usual, he was pushing Jesse out of her thoughts, and that made her sad, because Jesse had done nothing to deserve it, but it was happening. Finn just seemed to take over her life, and she didn't mind.
The next few days were spent with Kurt forcing her to have fittings, along with Carole and Burt since they were chaperoning and Blaine too. The night of the dance, Rachel sat in front of Kurt's vanity as he finished pinning her hair so it appeared shorter with tight curls framing her face. He did her eyes up to appear more sultry and cat like with black liquid eyeliner, false lashes and tons of mascara, along with a deep red lip and a slight shimmer to her cheeks and décolleté. Kurt swore the shimmer would make her appear more endowed than she truly was and much more Ava-like. When she wobbled down the stairs, thankful she didn't fall in her shoes, Burt and Carole were already dressed as Fred Astaire in tails and Ginger Rogers, because Fred Astaire was the only option so that Burt could continue wearing a hat, in this case a top hat. Burt let out a low whistle when Rachel's stilettos hit the hardwood floor. "Wow Rachel, I think I may need to bring my shotgun to keep all the guys off of you tonight. You look amazing. I better protect your with my life, or your dads will have mine." Rachel couldn't hold back her giggle as she saw just how dad-like Burt was acting toward her. She watched Carole go to the hall closet and remove a black cape and placed it over her shoulders, fastening it with the toggles, and hiding her costume.
Rachel couldn't help but pout as she was covered, she rather liked her vampy Ava look, "But Carole, no one can see my costume! I didn't have to listen to Kurt mumble about material and shoddy workmanship for two hours to have my costume covered up! I want to be sexy!" Rachel stamped her stilettoed foot causing a shock to go up her leg.
"Well, let's pretend you're a present, and Jesse will get to open you up at the dance." Burt added and then reddened instantly when he realized what he had just said and how inappropriate it was. Rachel was saved from any further advice or ideas by Kurt walking down in his costume, a black designer suit worn with a white unbuttoned shirt, his hair done to the side, with very little product in it, a first for Kurt. No one knew who he was, "I'm one half of Badgley Mischka, the top of fashion design, Blaine is the other half, wearing a similar suit and shirt, but had to gray his hair and put on glasses, but we are the power design couple." Carole, Burt and Rachel all looked at each other and shrugged, gathering their things, while Kurt wondered out loud about how he could live in a house with people that know nothing about fashion.
When the four arrived at McKinley's gym, they were all stunned at how it had been transformed, with the walls now appearing as the sides of an old haunted house with windows that looked out at different scary scenes. The buffet table had an obvious creepy theme including a smoldering punch. Tables appeared as caskets, cauldrons, broken mirrors and other cliché Halloween items. Looking around to find Jesse, Rachel was let down when she didn't see him, so she undid her fasteners to reveal her rather skimpy and provocative Ava outfit. As she handed her cape to the teacher doing coat check, she was immediately accosted by Noah Puckerman, Finn's best friend and several other boys, including creepy Jacob Ben Israel.
"My little Jewish princess, may I say you are looking extremely smokin' tonight. Maybe later you can show me your best pussycat impression." Rachel just looked at Puck in disdain over his lousy attempt to flirt with her.
"Sorry Noah, but this pussy…cat only likes phantoms. Toodles." Rachel wiggled her fingers in goodbye and strutted away, feeling powerful turning down the biggest flirt in school and walking away from the other boys, swaying her hips. Her Ava Gabor costume made her feel powerful and sexy, two things she never felt like normally at school. She continued to scan for Jesse as the phantom, while she placed her own mask covering her eyes and nose, her eyes landed on someone that she felt that she knew, but couldn't place, despite his full and realistic Batman costume. He was tall, a good foot taller than Rachel in her bare feet. Even though the costume was built out, she could tell he was in good shape, but what drew her in were his eyes and mouth. Despite the cowl that hid his features, his whiskey eyes seemed to glow from behind the darkness of his mask. His lips were perfectly masculine, serious in their line, but she could almost see the amusement in his smile. Even disguised, he was very handsome and very mysterious, which meant the girls were flocking towards him.
She was about to go over to the Batman, she felt gloved hands around her waist, and as she spun, she was greeted by the Phantom mask and slicked back curly hair of Jesse. "Jesse, you scared me! You look absolutely tragic and handsome." Rachel placed a kiss on his cheek, the warmth of his cheek disappointing her.
"Thank you my dear. You look absolutely stunning and voluptuous. I like the ruffles, very you, but sexy. Would you care to dance with the Phantom?" Rachel smiled as she took Jesse's gloved hand as he led her where others were dancing. As she looked around, she saw Kurt and Blaine, at the edge, not quite sure if they should join the others in dancing; Puck in his Mr. T get-up, dancing with some random Cheerio, Sam was dressed up as Darth Vader as he danced with Quinn dressed as Miss America. Several times she saw Batman stare daggers at Quinn and Sam. As the night wore on, Rachel was having a nice time, laughing, joking, and dancing with her friends, and even got Fred and Ginger, aka, Burt and Carole out on the dance floor for a song or two. When Carole was dancing with Burt, she saw Batman watch from the corner, ignoring Sugar Motta talking to him, a genuine smile on his lips as his eyes followed the two parents glide around the dance floor.
Toward the end of the evening, Rachel caught sight of the ghost she had seen at Regionals and the mall, again in his white cap and dark suit, but this time she could see in was a Marine uniform. He smiled crookedly at her and motioned towards the stage before disappearing again. On stage, Rachel saw the Batman standing at the microphone, his cape long gone, but his mask was still in place, hiding his identity.
Then he sang.
It was rough, sweet and amazing. The boy was shy and timid at first up on stage, but as the lyrics flowed out of him, the more confident he became. The more confident he became, the more mesmerizing he was, drawing all the girls towards the stage, leaving their dates behind, including Rachel. As she pushed her way to the front of the throng of girls, Rachel looked up at Batman to finally get a good look at him as the band started. As he started singing, she saw a crooked grin grace his face, dimples peeking out from under the mask that looked all too familiar, and when she stared at his eyes, she gasped. Only one person had those eyes, and she hadn't been near him in six months.
Finn.
His eyes a pleaded with her as he stared at her, and that's when she heard what he was singing, So lately, I've been wonderin, Who will be there to take my place, When I'm gone, you'll need love, To light the shadows on your face, If a great wave should fall, It would fall upon us all, And between the sand and stone, Could you make it on your own, If I could, then I would, I'll go wherever you will go, Way up high or down low, I'll go wherever you will go, And maybe, I'll find out, The way to make it back someday, To watch you, to guide you, Through the darkest of your days, If a great wave should fall, It would fall upon us all, Well I hope there's someone out there, Who can bring me back to you, Runaway with my heart, Runaway with my hope, Runaway with my love, I know now, just quite, how, My life and love might still go on, In your heart and your mind, I'll stay with you for all of time, If I could turn back time, I'll go wherever you will go, If I could make you mine, I'll go wherever you will go.
Rachel was in tears by the end of Finn's song. She knew that he meant every word of that song, that she was why he went on, and would be willing to give her up if he needed to so she could be happy, and he had. Her heart felt like it wanted to burst out of her chest, it was so full of emotions that she didn't totally understand, but she did know that despite being with Jesse, who she forced herself to try to love, she was miserable without Finn. Where she may have been his link to humanity, he was her link to her heart, and always had been. That's why the news of his death had been so hard on her even though she barely knew him. That's why his cool touch sent shivers down her spine that had nothing to do with his temperature. That's why she ached for all these months that she didn't have any contact with him.
She watched as Batman took off through the back door of the gym, and without a thought of Jesse or anyone else, Rachel took off after him, as quickly as her stilettos would allow at least. She looked up and down the numerous halls for a six four man all in black, but didn't see him. Finally she just stood still and felt for him. As her body calmed and she opened her eyes, she saw the second ghost in what she now realized was the dress Marine uniform, point towards the auditorium with a gloved finger. This time she wasn't going to let him get away without getting a few answers.
Feeling bold, she walked right up to him and placed her hand on his elbow, expecting him to become solid, but he remained transparent, but a familiar smirk appeared on his face, "You thought I would turn solid like Finn, huh? Sorry little one, but there's only one ghost you can do that to, and it isn't me. Now go to Finn. He's hurting a lot, and I know you are too. So go to him."
Rachel kept her hand on him, not ready for him to disappear yet, "Who are you? Are you the one that controls Finn?" All she got was a curt nod and he disappeared from her grasp, leaving her empty handed. Turning on her heels, she walked toward the auditorium as quickly as possible, praying the teachers weren't doing their hall sweeps for horny teens. She came in through the side door near the middle of the auditorium and as she let her eyes adjust to the lighting, she saw him standing in the middle of the stage, looking lost and forlorn even in his Batman costume, and she couldn't help as her voice broke when she called out to him, "Finn."
Finn took off as soon as he had finished the song. He wasn't sure what had possessed him to sing that song by The Calling to Rachel, but he did, and she had clearly gotten that it was meant for her. He had watched as she had come into the dance in that extremely hot and sexy costume of leopard prints, fishnet stockings and stilettos, a teenage boy's wet dream. He couldn't pull his eyes away from her, but he stayed away as she danced with who he assumed was Jesse and then with Kurt and Blaine. Jealously struck him when he saw Puckerman talk to her, but smiled when she laughed in his face and walked away. She had even danced with Burt in his tux and top hat before his mom had cut in to finish it.
Finn kept to the edge of the dance, not mixing with the other students, despite that when he appeared his was in a movie quality Batman costume. Not a way to stay unnoticed and blend into a crowd. He did wonder if the tools on the utility belt worked, because they sure looked like they did. When someone inquired as to whom he was, he would mumble some answer so that the questioner wouldn't know if he was a student or a chaperone. As the night wore on, Finn had to flee Sugar Motta and her constant stalking of him, but he kept his eye still trained on Rachel or specifically her ass as she danced and shook those ruffles that graced them. God Bless whoever had put the ruffles on her ass, because it was a total turn on and made Finn Jr. very happy, but despite the show he was getting, he ached to talk to her even more. He missed her voice, her thoughts and her compassion. He didn't have that anymore since she has asked him to leave her alone and he had been sent to his purgatory, only once in a while seeing her, like he was looking through a window.
Now he stood on stage, still in costume, trying to slow down his heart, since it was beating like a hummingbirds. The look in her deep brown eyes as he sang showed him that she missed him and still cared for him, and it was just too much for him. When he finished, he took off for the auditorium, the place he had realized six months ago that he loved Rachel. Until he was whisked away, he would at least stay here and think remember all the things that caused him to love Rachel Berry, a girl he didn't really know, but had stolen his dead heart and made it come alive.
As he stood there, with the dimmed floor lights illuminating the room, he heard the side door open and knew who it was before he even heard her say, "Finn." She had followed him, but wasn't that what he wanted to happen?
He turned toward her and wanted to literally swoop down and embrace her, he had missed her so damn much, but she didn't want him. She had made that very clear at regionals, which is why he had wondered all night why he had appeared at the dance. Granted he got to wear the most awesome costume there was, but he still didn't know why he had appeared. Rachel wasn't in any distress, she was having fun, laughing and smiling with her boyfriend. He even saw his mom look like his mom, all dressed up and dancing. Those literally made his heart swell with happiness and put a smile on his face. She looked like she was finally in a truly happy place, and that's all he ever wanted. He hated that he was forgotten and replaced, but to see his mom happy and in love made it all okay for him.
All he did though was give Rachel his crooked smile as he watched her walk cautiously towards the stage, her body swaying on the stilettos, her costume accentuating every curve on her body. As she slowly came up the steps, still cautious, she removed her mask, and Finn gasped at her sheer beauty. She literally glowed. As she got closer she asked hesitantly again, "Finn?" He just couldn't answer. He was literally stunned by her. He didn't know what to say. He was never good with words, but seeing her like this erased all words from this mind.
He didn't think as he crossed the stage to her in three swift steps and pulled her to him by her waist and sealed his lips to hers. Despite the fact he thought that she hated him, he felt her respond, her tongue reach out tentatively stroking his lip and he opened eagerly and allowed her to explore him as he held back. He didn't want to scare her off even though he wanted to dominate and show her how much she meant to him and how much he missed her. He cupped her face so he she couldn't pull away and pushed his tongue past hers, tasting her sweetness, apple and cinnamon mixing with her natural taste, making her even more intoxicating.
When her hand came up to his face, he felt her touch his mask and move to the mouth opening and traced his lips. "I need to feel you Finn. I need to see you." Finn couldn't deny her, so he pulled his gloves off and then slowly unsnapped the back and pulled the cowl off revealing his sweaty flattened hair, and his pale ghostly skin. He couldn't help but close his eyes and relax into her hand as she cupped his cheek and stroked his skin. She felt so soft and warm.
When he opened his eyes, he saw her staring at him, longing and something else evident in her eyes, but he didn't care. She was in his arms right now, and he loved her and that was all that mattered to him, and if he had only a short time with her like normal, he was going to make the most of it. He had an eternity to regret things, but he had only a brief amount with Rachel and he wasn't going to waste any more of it.
He felt Rachel's hands roaming his costume, her breath short and shuddery, as if she was excited and nervous all at once. Her lips were red and swollen, her eyes dark but bright, and her touch was feather light but heated. He felt her small hand grab his hand and pull it up to look at his palm, the cut she made, healed but now a scar that she was lightly tracing with her finger, her light touch sending lightening through him. "I'm so sorry I did this Finn. I was mad and upset and was trying to get you to understand and I was wrong. I was so, so wrong." All he could do was stare as he felt her lips on his palm, placing soft kisses along the scar, and then on each of his fingers.
Finn was entranced as he watched her lips cover the pink line on his palm and see her tongue peek out from between them. When she stopped and looked at him again through her lashes, he pulled her to him roughly, entangling his fingers in her hair, pulling out the pins and curls so he could grab onto her and never let her go again as he kissed her feverishly, never wanting their lips to part, and she must have felt the same as she tried to find something on his smooth costume to grip and he could feel a frustrated growl leave her throat as her hands wound behind his neck.
Her whisper was raspy as she talked against his neck, "I need to feel you Finn. Not this costume but you, please let me feel you."
"But I'm a ghost remember. I'm not real," his voice was thick with emotion, partially because he used her own words against her and because he wanted to be with her so badly.
He looked down as she clung to him, her eyes large and shining her voice soft, "There is something that has connected us even through your death. You feel it and I feel it and I've been miserable without seeing you. I know I pushed you away, but it's like part of my heart's been gone, missing. Please." When he saw the tears start to trail down her cheek, he couldn't stop himself from kissing them away as quickly as they came, letting his fingers trail over her trembling lips and then farther down.
Tired of their difference in height, Finn wrapped his arms under her ass and lifted her up, making her wrap her legs around him as he walked her backstage. He lucked out as there was a large bed for the fall musical backstage and he placed her softly on it. As he stood over her, he felt an electric tingling go through him as he stared at her eyes, large and dark with lust. He was already hard, but when she grabbed at his costume and huskily whispered, "I don't want Batman, I want Finn." He almost lost it right then and there. The sweet, caring girl that had put up with all the craziness his death had brought her was now this sexy vixen in front of him, and despite everything, she wanted him. Despite her want, Finn needed to make sure that this was truly what she wanted.
He knelt down in front of her as she brought her hands to the costume and started working on removing it from him, and Finn had to grab her hands to still them, because he couldn't think straight with her hands on him. "Rachel, I have to make sure of this, because as much as I want it, I'm not going to be around to regret it, but you will. I'm not real Rach. I don't want you to have a lifetime of regrets because of this." Finn stared into her eyes, hoping he got across his meaning, because she had to be one hundred percent ready for this and be sure of no regrets, because they could never be together.
He watched her carefully, taking in her thoughtful look, her worrying her lower lip and how her hands kept itching at his costume. He decided to ask again, "Rach, are you sure about this?"
He felt her fingers find the closure on the back of his costume and start unzipping it as she looked him straight in the eyes, licking her lips as she started to peel the costume off of him, exposing his chest and arms. She leaned forward and kissed his chest, her warm lips searing the skin over his heart and pulled back to look at him again, "I've never been so sure of anything before Finn."
He had questioned her, thrown her words back at her, probed her and she was sure, and that was all he needed before he pushed her back onto the bed and climbed over her as Rachel's tiny hands pushed the costume off of his hips, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs.
"Well, my wee star, I think you're in too many clothes now. We can't have you over dressed." Finn brought his mouth down to hers, taking control as his hands wondered over her body, feeling all of the textures covering her, from the silkiness of her fishnets, to the smoothness of her bottoms and the stiffness in the boning of her bustier. As he brought his lips down to her neck, he heard her mumble something, "Whatchya say?"
"Ava. I-I'm Ava. Gardner. Great. Sex. Symbol." Finn smirked as he worked on the skin right above her ruffled breast, marking it with his lips and teeth, as well as making her nipples pucker with his cool breath, despite them being covered.
"Ava. Rachel. I don't care, because you're mine." Finn said as he pulled away from the very distinct mark he had just left on the swell of her breast. He needed to get her bustier off of her, so he playfully rolled her onto her stomach, earning him a gasp and a giggle as he leaned over her, nuzzling her neck as he worked on the satin ribbon that crisscrossed her back, and as he pulled it out of the eyelets, he kissed the newly exposed skin of her golden back, receiving appreciative purrs from Rachel.
When he reached under her ribcage to gently roll her back over, he felt her stiffen slightly. She was nervous. He leaned down next to her ear, letting his cool body cover her hot back as he whispered, "Don't be embarrassed. You're beautiful and sexy and turn me on every time we touch. I want to see you. I want to feel and taste my entire wee star. Please let me love you." Finn felt her relax and turn over on her own, exposing herself to his hungry eyes. He had never seen such a perfect woman. He let his hands run over her chest, stroking her breasts that fit perfectly in his hands and bent down to take a nipple into his mouth, letting it roll on his tongue, the coolness of his mouth making it pucker. As he unabashedly explored and tasted her breasts, he felt Rachel's nails slowly scrape along the skin of his back, chest, arms and any other expanse of skin she could reach.
Finn felt Rachel's heat as she pulled him up to kiss him on the lips again, biting lightly on his bottom lip, a groan escaping from him. They continued to explore each other with their hands and mouths working each other into a frenzy. Finn pulled away after a few minutes and looked into her eyes, her body glistening, her lips swollen, a deep red mark above her left breast. When she reached down, stroking him and making him iron hard; Finn had to use all of his willpower to keep in control. Even though everything she did screamed that she was ready, Finn leaned in so he was next to her ear, stroking her sensitive folds as she stroked him and whispered, "Are you sure this is what you want Rach? We can stop right here."
He felt her release him and bring her warm hands to his cheeks, forcing him to look at her as she kissed him gently, "No regrets Finn. I will never have regrets with you." It took those simple words to set both of them free, Rachel grinding into him as he grabbed himself and teased her folds with his tip until she was squirming and then quickly pushed in, feeling her heat send an inferno through him. As her legs wrapped around him, pushing him deeper into her, Finn lost any rhythm he had created, her heat taking him over. When she laced her hands behind his neck and pulled up, allowing him access to her breasts, it brought them closer together and as he blew his cool breath over her nipples and then took one into his mouth, roughly scraping and sucking on it, he felt her body arch and her heat grip him firmly as her melodic release filled the auditorium with him following after, her name bellowing through the hall.
As they both came down from their hormonal high, Finn clung to Rachel as she clung to them. He knew that he would be disappearing soon, and even though he didn't want to, he had no say in it. Rachel must have sensed what he was thinking, since she absently brushed his sweat slickened hair off his forehead and whispered, "You're leaving me again, aren't you?" He didn't have his voice, too much emotion for the gorgeous petite brunette that was connected to him coursed through him, so all he could do was nod weakly. "Are you coming back to me?" her voice was full of sadness and hope.
Finn found his voice as he answered, "I, I don't know. If it was up to me I would never leave you. You are my world Rachel Berry." Finn felt Rachel's fingers caress his cheek just as everything went blank. Despite the nothingness that surrounded him, he heard her sobs echo through his soul.