A/N - HELLO AGAIN, FINCHELITES!

I've been promising an update for this story for a while.. and while this is more of a filler chapter that sort of hit me today WHILE trying to do the BIGGER updates for S2 in this story, I'm HOPING it'll tide you over for just a little bit longer! I actually laughed my way through writing a good bit of this and I did go back through it a couple times to be sure it made sense, but it's un-beta'd so whatever it is, it's MINE... :)

Enjoy a little fun in the summer sun with our fave glee-ship... How about a little soft core smut to kick off your taste buds! REVIEWS ARE WELCOMED.. :D

SUMMER SCHOOL…

After this incredible summer spent hanging out with Rachel, I really don't wanna see the school year start back up. It'd be super great to have even a couple more months of just me and Rachel time, but that's not the way it works, unfortunately. We've had such a great time together, going to movies, lounging around her pool or at the lake, sharing ice cream in the hot summer evenings. Sometimes we'd just drive around to nowhere in particular and sing along to the radio - I even gave her a few driving lessons in the truck on the back roads. (She picked it up surprisingly FAST!)

And then there were all those super awesome makeout sessions… In the bed of my truck, or on a blanket under a shade tree, or at my house when mom was at work… but the best ones were always in her room when her dads weren't home… yeah, those days were like, the very best parts of summer!

I think I already mentioned how I'm not the kinda guy who's gonna pressure her into doin' stuff she isn't ready for - to be honest, I'm a little bit nervous about all of it myself - but that's mostly just because I don't wanna disappoint her. I know HOW it works and stuff, I just don't know if I can actually do the kinda things Puck has described yet. I kinda worry sometimes that I won't be any good or won't know what I'm actually doing. What's worse yet is with Rach being so tiny, I'm just a little bit terrified of like, seriously hurting her, or like breaking her somehow – which would be a complete buzz kill. So it's cool if she wants to take things kinda slow.

It's not like she's stingy about our makeout sessions though - I mean, I was having to do my laundry basically EVERY DAY all summer, sometimes twice a day, between her teeny weenie bikinis and her super hot kisses. She sometimes lets me feel her butt (under the skirt a couple times, which was totally HOT and AMAZING!) and we're getting closer to the northern summits y'know?

But Rachel is the most awesome person I know. She's not afraid to say what she thinks or feels – which yeah, that can be frustrating and even a little annoying sometimes – but there's also some super awesome benefits to that side of her too… especially when it comes to the makeout stuff in our relationship.

After the first couple of weeks with us having some really hot makeout sessions, that's when she told me she was still a virgin and she was really nervous about us moving too fast. I tried to set her mind at ease and told her she had nothing to worry about, because we were in the same situation. She seemed kinda shocked when she finally understood what I meant. She said she knew I hadn't been with Quinn, but she didn't know that I hadn't been with anyone else yet. I admitted to her that I never wanted to have sex just for the sake of having it, that I wanted it to mean something and to be with someone special. Let me tell you how HAPPY she was to hear that - like, the next makeout session was off the charts HOT!

So yeah, I've always done my best to be respectful and let her lead the way, but it's not always easy. She's just so soft and warm and pretty, and she does things with her tongue… and then she wears such skimpy clothes that well… like, I have to run to the bathroom and just um, 'take care of things' myself. Like, A LOT. The more kissing we do, the more bathroom trips I need to make.

I've mentioned how super smart Rach is. So of course she figured out really fast why I kept disappearing to the bathroom, and at first neither one of us said anything about it, but I could tell the not talking about it thing wasn't gonna last very long, on account of Rachel being like an Olympics gold medal champion talker about basically EVERYTHING… and yeah, I was totally right.

"Finn, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure… you can ask me anything, Rach. Is everything ok?"

"Well, for me it is.. sort of. But it's you I'm worried about."

"Me? What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't want to embarrass you at all, but I think we need to talk about what happens when we're.. kissing and being intimate, and you.. You know, you sort of run off the bathroom, quite frequently. And having spent the whole day with you most of the time, I'm aware of your fluid intake, and honestly Finn I don't think anyone needs to go that often, plus it's always when we've been kissing and touching… so I'm pretty sure I know why you're running off so much."

"Oh."

"You see, I realize I don't have actual experience in these matters, but I've done a lot of research–"

"You did what?"

"Sweetie please don't be upset, I-I just wanted to understand, to know what I could do, to..to try to help you, if I can."

"Well.. okay I get that I guess, b-but.. Wait. W-what do you mean 'research,' exactly?" Like is she talking to other people about it, or… ugh, surely she isn't like, TRYING things out with like other dudes right? Oh god if she mentions Puck I think I'm gonna throw up… and then I'm probably going to jail.

"The internet baby. I researched online, and also a little bit of studying at the library where the images are not automatically blurred out.. At least not in medical books."

OH THANK GOD. I just nodded at her and maybe I let out a really big breath I guess I was holding – I just hope she didn't notice I was starting to loose my cool for a minute there…

"Oh, ok. Cool."

"Right well, so, I now fully understand exactly what is happening to y-your body, physiologically, when we're close like that, and, well, I know it can become very uncomfortable for you. Painful even."

Fizzy what?

"Rach you don't have to worr–"

"Finn please. I'm your girlfriend now, so of course I have to worry about things like this! I never want you to be in pain. I… well I know I'm still not ready for all the way things, you know, for intercourse… but I simply can't have you suffering either. And I certainly don't want to stop kissing you."

Well that was really good to hear, she had me panicking again for a minute… but I had no idea where she was going with this conversation.

"Therefore, I think the easiest and best solution is that you just… let me help you out."

"You-you wha.. You wanna do wh… what does that mean exactly?"

The next thing I know, she was reaching for my belt and undoing my pants and I thought I might pass out.

"Rachel… you really don't have to do anything like that babe, I mean, I can deal with it, it's not the end of the world."

"Please let me help you Finn. You don't need to suffer or to be uncomfortable with me… I want you to trust me. And also, I think maybe if we at least try this, we'll be learning it together and I'll be less nervous about things, going forward, you know? Is that ok?"

Well hell. Rachel Berry just asked to skip some steps and get to my 3rd base… Uhh… How was I gonna turn down an offer like that? RIGHT - I wasn't!

So I just nodded ok and let her do… well, what she was doing.. and it was … Oh my GODDD. I'm sure there's some words to explain it but they all kinda flew outta my head in the moment. I could sorta see letters floating in my head but nothing that wasn't like alphabet soup. She was going really slow at first and her hands were trembling a lot and my heartbeat pounded so hard in my head that I honestly thought my eyeballs were gonna shoot outta my skull. Plus there was this burn that was building in me that, well I can't really explain it but it's kinda like nausea, but like, good nausea?

Anyway. She sorta pushed me back on the bed and she kneeled next to me with her legs folded under her. She kept asking me things like "is this ok" and "am I doing that right" and I know I heard her speaking but I just couldn't form any coherent words to answer her.

She stopped at one point, and I felt her hand on my chest as she leaned up to look at my face, and I sorta wondered why she was so still, so I opened my eyes and met her gorgeous brown ones looking down at me. She looked really concerned and I knew I had to say something.

"Babe you're doing fine, just… um." I took a deep breath and swallowed hard, and just kinda said it "The slower and softer your touch, it's kinda like, um… well, like torture actually." Her brows pinched together and she almost looked like she could cry and I added real quick "B-but I mean that in a good way though, like the BEST possible way.. so don't take that wrong."

Then as if I already felt like I was living in one of those many, MANY dreams I'd had about her, she said "Can you.. Will you maybe show me the right way?"

WHAT?! Show her? I thought I legit swallowed my tongue for a minute. Then my dude brain spoke up and said 'just show her dumbass… you can trust her!' IcandothisIcandothisIcandothis….

"Uhh.. o-ok Rach… just, um, can you c'mere for a minute first? I just need my head – I mean BRAIN – in the game…" And I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her so she was half on top of me, and I kissed the hell out of her. "Baby you are so hot and sexy, you drive me so wild," I whispered in her ear, and I could see her huge smile. She'd been running her hands through my hair and rubbing on my earlobe with her right hand, so while I was still kissing her I gently took her right hand and sorta guided her.. y'know, there, and… well I just kept my hand over hers and IT WAS FREAKIN' INCREDIBLE. It was quick, which, well, I expected that 'cause it usually is, but holy hell! I have the BEST GIRLFRIEND on the planet!

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As summer wound down, I knew Rach was getting more and more nervous about the start of the school year, especially at least the first week. I figure if I can help her get through the first DAY maybe she'll finally relax a little. (And I can always HELP her relax if she needs some extra convincing!)

When Rachel is crazy anxious, she has a few things she does to try to calm down. For example, sometimes she paces around reciting Barbra Streisand songs and movies - not singing, talking, like she's having a weird conversation with herself. (I figured out the hard way NOT to interrupt her in the middle of that.) But one of her other favorite things to do to calm down is to bake. I gotta admit, that's one of MY favorite things for her to do too! Still, I hate to see her so stressed and to be honest, and if she doesn't slow down on the banana bread I'm gonna have to get a whole new wardrobe - although I think I could kill a bird with two rocks by getting in some extra WORKOUT times with her (y'know, the kind involving kissing.. and maybe some OTHER things, now that's more willing?), which could maybe help us both out… ;)

But now that summer is over and the new school year is about to begin, we had another kind of talk… the PDA talk. Rach made it clear that hand holding in school was as much public displays of affection as she was cool with, and maybe a kiss on the cheek sometimes. I can live with that. Plus, each time we have a makeout session I can tell she's been getting more and more wound up… so I'm doing my best to be the best boyfriend I can be. I know we'll get there eventually and when we do it'll be SO worth the wait. Rachel is worth it, she's worth everything. Who knows, this could end up being a really good year… but I think I need to start doing my homework and paying closer attention to what the guys are saying in the locker room, y'know just to be prepared!

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