Hello? Is someone in here? Like, people do still follow this? I hope you are. I am so, so sorry I took this long to update but I swear school has been a bitch to me. This made the writing process slower, but it's been there anyway. I have to say that I had hoped a better response to the last chapter, I really liked writing it and I'd thought you'd like reading it, too. I hope you let me know how you like this one :)
Also, big thanks to Pam for her patient and thorough beta reading :)
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: don't sue me. I don't have enough money to buy nice clothes, let alone to buy Glee.
Rachel heard a loud thump that made her run to the living room in worry. When she saw Finn on the floor, though, half asleep and rubbing his butt, she had to press her hand to her mouth to hide her giggles.
– Whoa, am I still dreaming? – he asked, wiping away the remnants of sleep from his eyes.
– I don't think so… – she answered, smiling shyly. She was standing right in front of him, wearing his shirt and no makeup. Her hair was a little messy, but it still managed to cascade over her shoulders in soft waves, glowing from the sunlight that came in through the window.
He had never seen her looking as stunning as she did right then.
– So you're saying that I'm seeing my favorite girl wearing my now favorite shirt and – he sniffed the air – apparently cooking breakfast, and I'm not dreaming?
She giggled shyly again.
– You're not dreaming, babe. In fact, you are awake because you fell from the couch.
– Details – he said, dismissively, as he extended his hand for her, not oblivious to the tender nickname. She took his hand and he pulled softly so she was sitting on his lap. After she did, he kissed her cheek, his left arm around her waist as his right hand caressed her thigh – Good morning, Rach. You look particularly beautiful today.
– Good morning, Finn – she smiled widely, wrapping her arms around his neck and pecking him on the lips. – You look very handsome too, if I may say so. We should go to the kitchen; breakfast is ready.
– Let's go then – he replied as he stood up, taking Rachel with him and making her squeal a little in surprise.
He deposited her on the kitchen's island and walked to the countertop, where Rachel had been preparing breakfast.
– Hey wait! I haven't finished yet! I need to serve it on the plates and-
He stood in front of her.
– Nope, you have actually finished. You cooked so it's only fair that I finish up.
– But-
Finn pecked her lips to stop her rant.
– But nothing. – He kissed her again – I'm serving you breakfast now. – Another kiss.
She sighed, although smiling, and let him do so.
– So… – he started. They had been eating quietly and, although it was not an awkward silence, he was the one to break it – you're leaving tonight.
He didn't actually know where he wanted the conversation to go.
She sighed a little.
– I am, yes.
– I- do you… want me to go to the station? – he asked, toying with his fork and the food on the plate.
– Do you think that's a good idea? – She asked, not sure if he was asking out of politeness or if he really wanted to go. She wasn't even sure of what she wanted, actually.
– Not exactly… But I will go if you want me to. – he said, looking into her eyes now.
– Thanks Finn, but I'd have to agree. I think it will be better if we say our goodbyes in… a different place.
The Lima train station was definitely not one of her favorite places in the world.
She liked travelling, she loved New York and she had no regrets.
She had forgiven him, too. She really had.
But she couldn't help the flashbacks invading her mind every time she went there. Flashbacks of a perfect black tux that looked like it belonged to one of those little figures that go on top of wedding cakes. Flashbacks of a pink suitcase that hadn't been packed for a trip but instead contained makeup, perfect white shoes and a wedding dress. A wedding dress that ended up travelling across the country with her, and earning a tear stain when it came to its newly decided destination, before being wrapped up in soft, silky paper and put in a beautiful box, to be kept in the back of her closet.
She just knew she wouldn't be able to stand the view of his beautiful face, seen through dirty glass, twisted by sadness and waving at her, staring into her glassy eyes. It just couldn't happen again. Especially now that they had actually agreed on what would happen, now that they were on the same page.
– Okay – he replied, a small smile quirking the corner of his mouth up. – So what do you say… – he stood up and walked over to where she was, still on the counter, eating breakfast – if I start – he kissed her lips – …now?
– What? Wait, we're eating, Finn! – she giggled. Look at her, one second she's thinking about one of the saddest moments of her life and the next she's giggling between kisses. She knew only Finn Hudson had that effect on her.
– Yeah, but I've decided I want Berry for breakfast.
– Oh yeah? – she asked cheekily.
– Uh-huh – he smirked, kissing her hungrily, while moving his hands up her thighs to her hips – Wait, no underwear? – he mumbled against her mouth, feeling her smirk – You made me sit through, like, half of breakfast without letting me know you were onlywearing my shirt? – she just giggled in response – you are so gonna pay for that, Ms Berry.
– Oh yeah? I don't think…-
She lost her train of thought when Finn took his lips to her neck, leaving a soft bite behind her ear before drawing a trail of open-mouthed kisses on her neck. Then he went down to her collarbone and stayed there for a while, teasing her as she groaned. He started to unbutton her (his) shirt as she rested her hands behind her on the cool counter, her head falling back as his lips reached her breasts. His trail of kisses continued going down, to her stomach and then her hipbone. He went back up for a bit though, to kiss her on the lips as he helped her lay down before resuming his previous task, touching her everywhere but where she wanted him to. Where she needed him to.
– Finn…
– Baby? – He said innocently, before nipping on the inside of her left thigh.
– Finn. – She managed. He was the only thing on her mind at that moment.
– That's my name baby; tell me what you want now. – He teased a little bit more, making her groan in frustration. – Is this what you want? – He asked, before running his tongue through her aching centre just once.
– Uh-huh… – she half-mumbled, half-gasped.
He ran his tongue through her again before resuming the exploration of her skin with open-mouthed kisses, Rachel's breathing getting shallower every time they got closer to where she wanted him to go.
His lips were on her thigh again when he saw she couldn't take it anymore. He licked his way to her centre, making her gasp and writhe with pleasure with every touch of his tongue. Her back arched, separating her body from the marble. She rested her weight on her hands again, her head falling back, as Finn continued pleasuring her, licking and nipping, taking her to the very edge. Her breathing was labored, the sensations from his actions making her moan with pleasure. She felt her body begin to throb when he pushed himself into her, his name passing through her lips as he made her come.
He didn't wait for her to calm down when he started moving inside her, her throbbing making him rock-hard immediately. Their bodies moved against each other anxiously, searching for release.
Finn suddenly grabbed her, his hands holding her behind, and took her to a nearby chair, wide enough for him to sit on with Rachel on his lap. He started to thrust once more and took one of her nipples into his mouth, his hand massaging the other. Her hands landed on his shoulders, her nails leaving marks on his skin. He moved his hand from her chest to her waist, and then to the space between their bodies, touching her with his thumb. She buried her face in the crook of his neck when she came again, leaving a bite that triggered his own release.
They sat there long after their breathing had returned to their normal paces, Finn's hands caressing Rachel's back and hair lazily. She held onto him with her arms and legs, wanting to be as close to him as possible before she had to leave him for who knew how long… again.
A kiss on her cheek when she was half asleep broke their bubble.
– Baby, have you packed already? You're gonna be late if you didn't… – She mumbled an unintelligible response against his neck that made him chuckle. – I don't think I understood that.
She pulled back just enough to see his eyes and make her words understandable, looking at him with puppy eyes and a pout.
– You won't fit in my suitcase…
He laughed fully now.
– Nope. But we will see each other soon, okay? I promise.—He put his hand on her cheek.
– How long is soon for you? – she asked, leaning into his hand and making her own rest on it.
– Um… I don't know, but not too much – he ran his free hand through her arm reassuringly.
– Okay. I'll take your word. – she smiled at him – I should really get going, though… – she looked down.
– Hey, no sad faces, Rach – he kissed her to make her look at him again – We'll figure it out. Eventually. – he kissed her again, trying to ease her worries. Trying to ease his worries, too. He knew it wasn't enough but it was the best he could do... for now.
Rachel heard the door slide open, followed by a thump on the floor – probably a bag – and the sound of high-heeled steps approaching to her position.
– Okay, Berry. It's Friday. You need to get your cute little ass away from that couch, ahora mismo.
– Santana, don't…
– Oh, no. I've heard you mope all freaking week, okay? And I understand, but you won't feel better drowning in your pity pool. And you know what, it doesn't even need to be this deep. You would drown in a freaking puddle anyway.
Rachel rolled her eyes just as Kurt came out from the bathroom, clad in a fuzzy, bright blue robe.
– Hummel, would you give me a hand here?
– Do I want to? – he asked. He had learned not to trust Santana so easily.
– Berry is moping again. – Santana replied with a sigh.
– Oh, yes, I do want to. – he walked next to the Latina, to stand in front of Rachel, too – Well I don't know what Santana may have said but I'm pretty sure it must have been the truth. Brutally honest kind of, but still the truth. – then, an idea came to his mind, making him gasp soundly – Why don't we all go out? – he beamed at the girls and clapped his hands in excitement – We've been so busy all week that we haven't even spent time together. Santana has been working, I've been learning songs for school and Rachel-
– has been whining. – Santana interrupted.
– Santana! – Rachel cried. Her voice went low again before she spoke – I'm sorry guys but I'm not in the mood. Plus I have to read this stuff for school and I-
– See what I mean? Whining. We know that you have like three weeks until you have tests again so don't give us the I-have-to-read-this-stuff-for-school crap, it won't work. You need to forget about that giant of yours for a while.
Rachel looked at Kurt with wide eyes and an open mouth, as if asking for defense.
– We're not saying you have to be with someone, Rachel. – Kurt added softly – That's not the point because you'd probably end up feeling worse afterwards… We're just trying to say that you need to distract yourself. And I'm pretty sure that a bar and some music may do the charm. Way better than textbooks, by the way.
Kurt was probably right, and she could at least try… right?
She sighed in surrender.
– Okay… Let's go out tonight. – her friends started cheering and she raised her voice to speak again – Under one condition – Kurt looked at her with wide blue eyes as Santana rolled hers. – No one else finds out about the moping, okay? No. One. – she emphasized, looking intently at both of them, her eyes making them understand that she was referring to one person specifically.
Kurt pulled closed an imaginary zipper over his mouth.
– Can't promise anything. – Santana said instead – Extreme situations may require extreme actions.
Rachel sighed. It was impossible to buy Santana's silence.
– Okay, come on! We don't have all night! – Kurt encouraged.
– I'LL SHOWER FIRST! – Both girls yelled at the same time, running towards the bathroom.
– Kurt! You heard me, I clearly claimed it first! – Rachel whined, just like a little girl.
– Oh who cares, you know you'll regret it if you don't let me win this one, Porcelain.
– Girls… – Kurt tried.
– But this is in my honor, therefore I should shower first! – Rachel stomped her foot against the floor for emphasis.
– You leave hair all over the place!
– Girls, c'mon.
– Oh you're not one to talk, Santana!
– SANTANA, RACHEL, STOP IT!
Both girls shut up and looked at him, waiting for a solution.
– You are nineteen years old, women! Toss a freaking coin or something, I'm not your dad!
Accepting his idea, Santana slipped her fingers in her bra, while Rachel and Kurt looked at her confused… until she pulled a coin and a couple of bills out of her cleavage, which made their matching expressions turn into something between surprise and disgust.
– What? I have to keep my tips safe, okay? The girls take care of them. – Santana replied in defense.
Kurt opened his mouth to say something but then chose to shake his head and not comment. He was afraid to know more anyway.
– Okay, before you start again, Rachel gets heads. Give me the coin. – Santana gave him the coin and he took it with the tip of his fingers, his disgust evident, and wiped it against his robe before tossing it into the air, making it land on his hand – Heads. You go, Rach. Next time it'll be Santana's turn.
Rachel bragged her victory with a "Ha!" to Santana, the Latina replying with a finger pointed at Rachel and a "No me gusta", before going to her room.
– Porcelain, where's Rachel? She went to the restroom like half an hour ago…
Kurt moved his head in the general direction of the bar of the place. Santana's eyes followed the movement to find a barefoot Rachel Berry clad in a little black dress, her shoes on the floor, sitting on a stool next to the bar, with a drink in hand and a bunch of empty glasses next to her... and an interesting monologue directed to the bartender, apparently.
– Oh no… She's drunk? She was supposed to dance and have fun! Not to drown her sorrows in alcohol… That's worse than trying to drown herself in the pity pool!
– I tried to stop her after the fourth drink. She was tipsy but just that… Now she must be fully drunk… I've been watching her but she refused to leave the bar…
– Oh well, looks like you're gonna be a babysitter tonight, Hummel… – Santana said, patting his arm before walking away.
Kurt grabbed her arm just before she could disappear.
– Wait, what? Noooooo, lady… We are going to be babysitters. She's your friend too, remember? And we've taken care of your drunken self too so it's only fair. We said we would support her when she came back and that's what we'll do.
– Dammit, I hate it when you're right. – she sighed – We should go there and stop her, shouldn't we?
– Yes and we should run because I think she's calling someone – Kurt answered worriedly when he saw his drunk friend with her pink, sparkly phone pressed to her ear.
– Oh this is gonna be fun! Go Hummel, before she hangs up! – Santana pulled away from his arm and hurried towards the bar.
– Do you see what I mean? Ohio is sooooooo far away from here, mister barten… batren… bartenderer! That is such a funny word to saaaay! Bartenderer. Bartenderer. – Rachel chirped happily, until she saw the empty glass in front of her and frowned – Oooooh nooooo… My drink is gone! Just like me. I'm gone again. Gone from Ohio. The glass is in Ohio and the drink is in New York. And New York is sooooooo far away from here, mister bartenderer! Do you think I should call? Maybe I should call. What's the time in Ohio now? Oh, who cares, I bet my Finny will not get angry since it's Rachel Barbra Berry calling. Oh, I miss my Finny so badly. He's so hot and sexy and tall and his hands are so big and he's so hot… Would you refill this please? – She asked with a pout. The man refilled her glass but didn't comment. She didn't seem to mind since she continued her monologue after drinking it in one gulp – Aaah… thank you mister bartend- whatever. The problem here is: I'm in New York City because I want to be a star. I will become a star. But my poor Finny doesn't know what he wants to become yet. So he stayed in freaking Ohio! OHIO! I tried to forget him but I can't forget him. He's my Finny! He should come to New York! He said we'd see each other soon. It's soon enough. So I'll call him and tell him to come to New York. Right here, right now. I want to daaaaaance with him. It's been so long since I danced with Finny! He's not that good at dancing and he steps on my feet sometimes but I don't mind. I will call him. I will call him and tell him to come because I want to dance with my Finny. –
She pulled her phone out of her little purse and thumbed through it until she found Finn in her contact list. She pressed 'call' before she took her phone to her ear and waited.
– Rachel? – A sleepy Finn asked in a husky voice. – Are you okay? It's 3 am…
– Oh, Finny! Why are you sleeping? You need to come here 'cause I wanna dance with yoooouuu… I wanna dance with somebody! With somebody who loves me! – she started singing.
Finn had to press his hand to his mouth so she wouldn't hear him chuckle. Rachel Berry was drunk and he was missing it. He was sort of hoping Santana would send a video later.
– I'm sorry Rach, but I can't go now… Are Santana or Kurt with you?
– But you said we'd see each other soooooon! And that was like, a month ago, Finny! I ran away from Tanna and Kurty. They wouldn't have let me have a drink.
– Um… It was less than a week ago… But Rach, are they in the same bar you are?
– Whatever. Come here.
– I'm in Ohio, babe. I can't go to New York now… Can you let me talk to Santana? Or maybe Kurt?
– Oh shit! Stupid Ohio! Ohio is sooooooo far away from New York, Finny! Why are you sooooo far away from me? Oh, hey Tanna and Kurty! Say hi to Tanna and Kurty, Finny! They are coming now.
– Thank God!
– Finny says hi, Tanna and Kurty! I'm talking to him right here, right now!
– Oh yeah, that's what we were afraid of… – Kurt said.
– This is gonna be so good. – Santana smirked.
– Guys, Finny wants to talk to you. I don't know why, I thought he wanted to talk with me since we had aaaawwwwesome sex in his kitchen but nooooo… Kurt and Santana this, Santana and Kurt that. Are you sleeping with them, Finn? Are you gay, Finn?
Santana and Kurt looked at each other after Rachel's confession. Kurt's jaw dropped as Santana smirked.
– No, no Rachel, I want to talk to you but I want to make sure they will take care of you. And I'm not sleeping with- Ugh! Gross. And definitely not gay.
– Um… Okay. – she shrugged – Guys, Finny wants to talk to you and he says you are gross! – She smiled, and gave the phone to Santana.
– Hello?
– Santana speaking, lurch.
– How much did she drink?
– Um… let me see… At least three, four, five… Eight. I see eight empty glasses. And she's got one in her hand. Oh wait, she's asking for a refill so at least ten… Gimme that Berry, you're banned from the bar. Grab her shoes Hummel, we're leaving.
– Her shoes?
– Yeah, I got her to wear these awesome, fuck-me shoes and she complained about them all damn night. I guess she finally took them off here.
– What the hell are fuck me- Forget it. Can you take her home, Santana?
– Yeah, we're on it. Waiting for a cab. Auntie Tanna will take care of your whiny strawberry yet again, Frankenteen. Don't worry. It'd cost me more if I didn't, anyway.
– Why did she even drink that much? She's not like that.
– Well first of all, she's smaller than my abuela's Chihuahua so it hit her like a train. Second of all, she's been whining all damn week and we just wanted her to have some fun. Guess it was a bad idea.
– Whining?
– Yeah but don't tell her I told you, I wasn't supposed to tell anyone.
– Fuck, this is all my fault, isn't it?
– Oh no, I can take one whiny lover, not two. Go find someone else's shoulder to cry on. Aaaaaand speaking of love, you really got to fuck her in the kitchen? Man, that is so wanky! And here was I, thinking she was such a prude!
– I'm not talking about that with you, Santana.
– Maybe I can make her talk while she's still drunk. And about this being your fault, I don't know, but you are definitely the cause. So you better be thinking of some way to fix this shit.
– What do you mean?
– I mean that I'll probably regret saying this when it actually happens but I think you two should live in the same city… Think about it, Frankenteen.
– Um… I… I will, I guess. Thank you, Santana. Talk to you later. Call me when she's feeling better?
– Sure, I'll even tape the whole convo when you get to talk to her. It'll be hilarious!
Finn just sighed.
– Whatever. Just… Just take care of her and… Don't take advantage of her being drunk, 'kay?
– Yeah, right. Only after I know more about the wanky kitchen sex.
And then she left Finn speaking alone and ended the phone call before standing closer to her friends.
– There you are, Tanna! Give me my Finny, I wanna talk to phone. I mean…
– Oh, no. You can't use your phone until you are sober, sugar.
– I am sober, sugar. – she hiccupped.
– Yeah, as sober as I'd have to be to fuck Hummel.
– You're dating someone else, Tanna. – she replied seriously, as Kurt got a cab to stop in front of them.
– 'Cause that's the first thing that'd stop me. Now, get into that cab, we need to talk.
After they all settled in the car and Santana gave the driver their address, Rachel spoke again.
– Are you breaking up with me, Tanna?
– You wish, girl. Now tell me a bit more about that kitchen sex you mentioned earlier. I want details.
– Santana! – Kurt chided.
– What? Don't you want to know? Sober Berry would never tell us!
– Who's Sober? Is he a relative of mine? – Rachel asked.
– Clearly not you. – Kurt replied as he shook his head.
– Okay – she shrugged – So we were having breakfast, Tanna. I had made my vegan pancakes with lemon juice and-
– Not the kind of details I'm looking for, Berry. – Santana interrupted.
– But- but – she pouted – my vegan pancakes!
– You can talk to me about the pancakes some other time, okay? – Santana smiled like she was talking to a little girl and Rachel nodded softly – Good. Now, what happened after you guys had breakfast?
– Oh, we didn't finish breakfast because Finn wanted berry for breakfast! Do you see what he meant? Berry as the fruit but Berry as Rachel Berry. That's me! Berry for breakfast! – she clapped her hands in excitement.
Kurt wasn't sure if it was because of Rachel's childish explanation, his brother's lame pun, the effects of alcohol on him or a combination of them all, but he found himself laughing out loud.
– Okay, this is going slow. Floor or table?
– Oh! I love this game! Let me see, I think I'd pick-
– No, no, Rach, what Santana wants to know is whether you did it on the floor or the table. If that's the case, then I'm not going to eat at my parents' ever again.
– Oh… Nope, the island – Rachel grinned. Santana mirrored her as Kurt almost choked on his chewing gum.
– Dear God! You defiled my marble counter!? – Kurt almost yelled.
– No, we just had sex on it. Finn wanted to because he discovered I was not wearing my panties.
– My poor marble counter. I won't be able to look at it the same way now.
– Shut up, Hummel! The lady here is talking.
– Yes, Hummel. The lady here is talking. Okay so then we moved to that chair because… I don't know why, but it was so great.
– My vintage chair that I got in the flea market? Seriously? You did it on my bed too?
– No, the couch. – Rachel replied seriously. – But that was the night before.
Santana burst out laughing as Kurt kept complaining about his brother and his best friend defiling his house.
Finn stared at the ceiling as Santana's words kept echoing in his head.
– …you better be thinking of some way to fix this shit.
– What do you mean?
– I mean that I'll probably regret saying this when it actually happens but I think you two should live in the same city…
He kept wondering how he could fix the situation. He had tried to fix it when he sent her to New York, right? That clearly wasn't his smartest idea but he just had to find out who he was without her. Did he know who he was now? Who he wanted to be?
He had started college, right? That was a better decision than the Army, for sure. He liked it there. He had thought it was like the perfect combination between being a kid and being an adult at first but then (after Puck's little brainwashing) he realized he kinda enjoyed going to classes and stuff. Like, some teachers were boring as hell but he realized he was even, like, good at it. So that's something he knew. He liked school. He was good at school. He was good with the kids at Glee club, too. So he wanted to be a teacher? It seemed like it, didn't it? He was good, and comfortable at it. He just needed the push of some fifteen year old to tell him to go and get a fucking degree. And, like, three breakups with Rachel (because somehow, when he was in New York after he left the Army, they managed to break up even when they were not sure they were together. And then again, when she came to Ohio to find him… yeah, three) and one (or two?) with Mr. Schue, and a couple of (okay, maybe like five) months of being lost and feeling miserable.
He looked at the time. Four am. He probably wasn't going to get any more sleep for the night. He got up and found his laptop. He had some searching to do.
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