Chapter 5 - FEELING THAT WAY

A/N - Hi cyber friends! WOW loving all the kind reviews, thanks so much! I'm glad you're all digging this story, I think it's becoming one of my faves to write.. Sometimes I need the fluffy stuff, sometimes I need the drama and angst.. I guess that's how I ended up with 4 different kind of stories brewing all at once (and maybe I do have split personality disorder - or I'm fast on my way to having one, with so many different Finns floating in my brain concurrently LOL) I promise I haven't forgotten my other chaptered stories and a new Simp chapter will be coming soon(ish)... plus we left off with some serious hot Finchel stuffs still snowed-in over in Some Origins Of Fire territory, but for right now, I'm in this happy Finchel bubble in Chi-Town and sorta don't wanna leave it just yet (and Dear "GUEST" reader/reviewer – I'm so glad I gave you sweet memories of a town I've never even visited LOL! I likes me some Mr. Google and I tries to be true to the deets I include in my stories… doncha love the internet? HAHA!) And if anyone catches anything fishy in my Chicago details that aren't right or whatever plssss lmk I'd happily make corrections & update/repost!

Ok AGG – enough jabbering. On with the show! ;)

Workin' hard to get my fill, Everybody wants a thrill

Payin' anything to roll the dice, Just one more time

As Finn pulled away from Rachel's curb, he left with his head still floating in the clouds. At least that's what it felt like. He doesn't remember ever feeling like this over.. well, anything really, not ever. Their date had undoubtedly been probably the single best day he's ever had in his 18 years on the planet. Thinking back to what his past dates and girlfriends have been like, none of them hold a candle to this day and Rachel Berry.

This whole thing feels just too good to be true. On a certain level he's sorta nervously awaiting the other shoe to drop (like it has in the past). It's only been just over 24 hours now since he met her and he already feels like he's fallen head first into the deep deep end… not that he cares. He knows how to swim, after all.

Rachel is just so different from anyone else he's ever met. Yes, she's really pretty - no, beautiful - and he can't deny how bad he wants to just shower her in kisses like, all the time. But he's been with his fair share of pretty girls; that's not what makes her special or holds his attention. She dreams big, her talent is so immense - and apparently, so is her intellect - and she's been schooling him already on how he too should be dreaming big. She tells him how talented he is and how she believes in him and continuously makes him feel so damn good about himself. It really is intimidating, what if he can't live up to her expectations? How the hell did Puck think he'd ever stand a chance with this girl? She's SO far outta his league! (Then again, he secretly fears maybe he himself is pretty far outta her league as well, despite how fabulously well things seem to be going right now.) But other than being Jewish and working at the same diner, Puck & Rachel have virtually nothing in common at all. Finn chuckles to himself, picturing how Puck must have royally struck out yesterday, and now knowing Rachel better, he laughs loudly, picturing her initial reaction to Puck's failed efforts. He'd have paid hard cold cash money to see that go down live in person.

Although he hasn't met this Santana chick yet, Finn thinks it sounds like maybe things have all worked out the way they were meant to anyway. Based on Rachel's description of her friend-slash-neighbor, sounds like she and Puck are a perfect match for one another. He's not sure if he's excited or afraid to meet this Latina bombshell, considering the things he's heard so far from both Rachel and Puck… if nothing else, she definitely does NOT sound dull.

Just as Finn is pulling into his parking spot at his apartment, he receives two text messages from Rachel. He quickly cuts the engine and reads the messages before even getting out of the truck.

RB - 10:57pm :: Finn oh my goodness! Look at this, we're famous! :oD — R* ::

RB - 10:58pm :: [url hyperlink] Headline News: Chicago TIP Fest, Union Park - 'Dynamic Duo' Captivates Concert Goers at Area's Heralded Teen Music Fest ::

"What the actual hell? How can we be famous already, this just happened like, two hours ago… how is this posted online so fast?" he wonders out loud to himself. Finn opens the link and reads the article that was just published in the prominent local college online newspaper The Columbia Chronicle.

We caught up with TIP Fest Stage Manager, Rianne Murphy, who was happy to discuss the standout dazzling duets performed at this evening's event…. While there were several noteworthy solo and group performances this evening, it was the intoxicating combination of harmonies and heartfelt powerhouse vocals performed by one Finn Hudson, age 18, and one Rachel Berry, age 17, that stole the show - twice - as well as stealing the hearts of most of those in attendance.

The beautiful thieves captivated the crowd, not just with their magnetic musical chemistry and immensely impressive on-stage vocal vivations, but also with their obvious off-stage chemistry which was positively palpable even during their performance. Proof was in the pudding, as evidenced by the epic-Hollywood-style-box-office-hit-worthy kiss that was shared by the budding young stars at the end of their first song – a cover of the classic rock band Journey's 1983 hit single 'Faithfully'. In fact, the couple's rendition has sparked renewed interest and demand for the original song, which is currently trending online and fast climbing college radio stations call-in request lists. This journalist speculates it may even see new life on iTunes and Spotify by the end of the weekend.

The enterprising young couple also performed a pleasing cover of another classic 80's rock ballad, 'Almost Paradise,' a 1984 chart topper by Mike Reno (of Loverboy fame) & Ann Wilson (of female rock band Heart). The powerful rock ballad was the final encore for the evening's event and a perfect showstopper - or would have been, if not for the exceptional rendition of the duo's former performance earlier in the show. This second song, however, marked an extremely rare instance where a TIP act was allotted a second slot in the festival. According to Murphy, this opportunity is "only offered based on audience reaction and demand."

While Ms. Berry's diva-esque soaring soprano vocals were a welcome surprise and possibly the highlight of the entire 6 hour event, the obvious aural treat for those in attendance was made even more uplifting by the complimentary tenor harmonies that Mr. Hudson supplied alongside Berry. Each singer had a turn at solo performances within each song, and concert goers seem to agree the pair was a match made in musical heaven, each exhibiting skill and finesse of the other, note for note.

If you missed out catching their live performances or simply want to relive the magic, be sure to see them on our YouTube channel."

Holy. Crap.

Wait, did this say I sing as well as Rachel, note for note? Umm… not even close, but ok, Finn mulls over to himself. There's even a picture of them in the article – captioned 'THE SUPERMAN OF KISSES' – with Finn holding tightly onto Rachel as he dips her back deeply and pours out his passion in the moment. Wait.. no, there's more than just a picture; they said there's an actual video link uploaded to YouTube already?! Finn clicks the link and watches himself and Rachel singing 'Faithfully'. WHOA. It really was all kinds of magical awesomeness, wasn't it? He smiles to himself and quickly downloads the video and saves it to his phone. "Puck is totally going to shit frisbees when he sees this!" he chuckles out loud to nobody.

Finn taps out a quick reply to Rachel's texts then heads off to bed for the night.

FH - 11:07pm :: WOW this is pretty awesome 'Lois'! ;) Sweet dreams babe, miss u already — Superman xoxo ::

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Date night #2 was already planned before he took Rachel home this evening. Dinner and a movie at Rachel's is set to take place the next evening. They decided to keep it simple since she has to work the 9am-3pm shift Sunday at the diner and he had to be at the tire shop by 7am. Finn told her he would try to pick her up when her shift ended, and had offered to exile Puck from their place for the night to host Rachel, but she insisted she was perfectly capable of balancing her career and her personal life effectively and would happily plan and prepare a meal for them both - end quote. Finn had simply chuckled at her long rambling version of "it's cool, I insist" and offered to bring the movie and dessert - something vegan (which he needs to research what being vegan means exactly, apparently).

He's really not sure what movie is best for the occasion, but he's pretty sure Braveheart isn't a great second date kind of vibe (even though there is the whole avenging his dead wife theme and the getting it on with the hot French chick stuff.. So there's some romance-y chick-flick type aspects, but he figures the general blood and gore and Mel Gibson being drawn and quartered at the end ultimately would be kind of a downer date night experience; still, it's a classic, and hopefully he can get her to watch with him one day).

. . . . .

Finn wakes at 5:30am and starts a pot of coffee. Just before he heads to the shower, he hears the sounds of his roommate slash best friend coming through the front door, apparently just now returning home from his date.

As Puck stumbles over the threshold, Finn can practically smell the liquor oozing from his pores from across the room. Puck sways to steady himself, squints his eyes to focus and then yells, "Finnessa! You're still up!"

"Puck! No, YOU"RE still up.. I just woke up, for work. Y'know, the place I need to go to in about an hour." Finn chuckles at the still inebriated state of his buddy. "Looks like you had fun. How was your date with Santana? Musta been quite the party," Finn casually throws the name out there, waiting to see how long it takes for Puck to realize he's already privy to information that Puck had not yet shared.

"Oh she's MUY MUY GRAAAANDE CALIENTE bro! So finne, feisty.. SASSY! n wee-aaay hotterrr than any babe I've ever bagged beeferrrrr… and shee can do [hiccup] thinnnngs wit herrr tongue that…[hiccup] – hey. Waitup… Whoooo do.. I mean.. HOW'd you figger sh–hherr [hicc] name? I don't mre rrr member sayin it.."

"Frankly I'm surprised you even 'mree-membered' where you live right now. Where the hell were you anyway? Surely the movie theater people kicked you out at some point after you were done desecrating it?" Then adds under his breath and probably banned you for good measure too.

"Doan doan change th'sub [belch] ject Finneroooo.. yoooou dint meet herr yet, didja? Sheee's sooo shexy fine… she's pretty…"

"Ok Dude. Go to bed. I'll get the bucket. We'll talk when you're no longer like, 200 proof."

After a long silent beat Puck's brow mashes together in confusion. "Huh? [hicc].. I dunno th'fuck whherr-utcher sayn Finnerrooooski. [hiccup] Ooof. Hhhold still man… sirsly s-stop spinnin bro."

"Puck man I'm not the one spinning.. And you're really gonna regret this later I think." Finn can only chuckle at his clearly shit-faced pal. He runs for the bucket and then points him in the direction of his bedroom. As Puck finally collapses face first onto the bed, Finn notices the rips in the neckline of Puck's T-shirt (which also seems to be inside out), and lipstick marks on his clothes in several places that make NO logical sense why they'd be there. And is that a bruise or a hickey on the SIDE of Puck's head? Whatever. Finn's positive he's coming home to a helluva mess later today and it's probably a good thing Rachel insisted date night be at her place. In fact he's considering bypassing the coming home part altogether and just going straight to Rachel's. He fetches some aspirin and water and sets it at Puck's bedside, along with some soda crackers. He also ensures Puck's head is turned sideways and not face down in the mattress. Maybe he'll be capable of comprehensible speech again by the time Finn's shift is over – at least he'd better be.

. . . . .

Rachel is still buzzing from her date when she wakes at 6am. She stretches in bed and lets the memory of the feeling of Finn's lips on hers send tingles through her entire body. He's incredible. The most perfect guy and the most perfect date, how on earth can that be topped? She lies nestled under the warm covers with eyes half open trying to talk herself into getting out of bed when she hears her phone buzzing from the bedside table. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she sees a new text message flashing and her heart skips a beat when she sees his name.

FH - 6:04am :: G'morning beautiful, hope you slept well. Can't wait to see you later :) — F xo ::

This guy is so sweet, how did she get so lucky? She quickly taps out a response.

RB - 6:06am :: I did, thank you! Better bring your cape later, 'Superman', last night will be hard to top ;) Counting the minutes XOXO — LL*::

Rachel forces herself up and off to begin her usual morning ritual of chai tea with oat milk, a granola/fruit/yogurt cup and a 30 minute yoga workout. Then it's off to the shower, wherein this morning's vocal practice now includes a solo rendition of 'Faithfully' – a song that has recently become her new favorite tune, like, ever. (Well ok, maybe it's still second to 'My Man'... or ok, maybe she'll call it a tie?)

The banging on her door is frantic and alarming, as once again she has just stepped out of the shower and once again hasn't yet had time to dry off before dealing with unwanted visitors. She's pretty sure she knows who to expect on the other side of the door.

And of course it is. "Well good morning San, nice to see you up and at'em so early today! But may I remind you I'm getting ready to leave for work, and so would greatly appreciate if you'd remember that you do have my phone number instead of—"

"OH HELL BERRY please shut it! Too many words!" the Latina slurs at her neighbor as she stumbles forcefully into the apartment reaching for anything available at arms length for balance, then groans and holds her head as she plops down at the kitchen counter. "Need aspirin and vodka.. I already know you have tomato juice…"

"Seriously San? Bloody Mary's for breakfast? My my my… weren't we enjoying ourselves last night – perhaps a little TOO much!?"

"Yep yep Hobbit. You know I don't do anything halfway, what would be the point? You should try it sometime… It's liberating. So do you have the stuff or what? I still needs to get some sleep and I just can't make the pounding stop."

"You surely must realize it's difficult to be sympathetic to your plight when you keep calling me Hobbit… {{sigh}} Well, I'm afraid I can only offer you two out of three, this is a DRY residence after all. And may I remind you that we are BOTH still underage? This is why you should not be drinking, San… did you make your special Mexican cocktails again?"

"You know I did sweet cheeks. Extra special," she says with a smirk. "Now if you don't have the V juice I needs, then I guess I have to haul ass to Whole Foods. Good thing I have my bulletproof fake that gets me whatevers I wants."

Seeing the state of her friend and recognizing she is in no condition to be going anywhere in public, Rachel relents and takes pity, remembering their upstairs neighbor - who happens to be of legal drinking age (though not by much) - might be able to help. "Santana, you realize fake IDs are illegal and if you get caught you'd be in serious trouble." The Latina just stares back wordlessly with an annoyed expression while tapping her manicured nails on the counter next to her. Rachel lets out an exasperated sigh. "Ugh… Okay! I think Tina may have what you're looking for.. It's a bit early, but she's due to be heading to work herself. Let me see if I can catch her." Rachel sends a text to her upstairs neighbor and quickly receives an affirmative response. Within 5 minutes, a light rapping at her front door signals a brown paper bag holding an unopened pint has been left sitting outside.

"OOOH come to mama, sweet nectar of the gods…" Santana groans lasciviously as Rachel fetches the tomato juice and celery sticks, then sets out a pitcher and a glass.

"Ok why don't we get some food in you now, how about some dry toast?"

"Pancakes."

"Um, San, I have to be at work soon… I really don't have the time for–"

"Pancakes. Pleeeeease? You make the best," she simpers with a pout while blinking puppy-dog eyes at her petite friend.

"Ffffine," Rachel exhales quietly through gritted teeth. "But you have to eat fast though!"

Twenty minutes, a half-empty pitcher of bloody marys, and a clean plate of oat milk flapjacks later, Santana seems fully recovered. "That's what I'm talkin' bout Berry. You're a judgmental whiny joda sometimes but you always have the good stuff. So now… tell Aunty Tana everything. How was your date with Not-A-Troll?"

The glowing smile that stretches across Rachel's face nearly blinds Santana "His name is Finn, and he is certainly not a TROLL. Finn Hudson, the sweetest, dreamiest most amazing–"

"NOPE. I just got the nausea under control, don't start that fruity girly pining shit again already. 'Less you want me to hurl on your pretty white floor here. Facts only. Where, when, and how did you get laid?"

"Ummm…" Rachel exhales "So many ways I should express how insulted and offended I am right now, where to begin…? Let's see. None of your business, THE END! And as I have repeatedly mentioned, I have to finish getting ready for work anyway, you're going to make me late."

"Prude," she yawns.

"Stop it San."

"RUDE PRUDE!" she cackles.

"I am NOT a prude, okay? Geez, we kissed! Like, A LOT.. and very publicly I might add, thank you very much!"

"OOO now there's a secret kink I didn't know you had; I can totally get behind exhibitionism. Deets please. Now."

Rachel presses her lips into a thin line while squeezing her eyes tight. Her patience is about at an end. "Santana, ONE, I do not have any secret.. kinks.. And TWO, I really need to get to work. Please, please go home, learn to use your phone next time instead of my front door. I'll talk to you later!"

"But you promised me deets. Juicy deets. I'll give you mine! I'll even go first… So, we were at the movie theater and we sat in the back row and–"

"NOPE! Not ready for your X-rated exploits this morning. San you HAVE to go now! I'll try to call you on my break later ok? See you TOMORROW," Rachel pleads as she physically guides her friend toward the front door.

"Tomorrow? But today is tomorrow and you promised to give me deets TODAY!"

"I know, but I work til 3 and Finn is coming over for date night here afterwards, so I simply don't have time.. Ugh San, please don't make me late for work!"

"Okay okay, I can take a hint. Hmmf. Two dates in a row and you just met the dude, must be some pretty hot lip action, huh? Or does he have a really big–"

"GOODBYE Santana," Rachel smiles smugly as she closes the door in her friend's face.

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Finn finished work at 1pm, giving him just enough time to get home, shower and change (and he takes a moment to count his lucky stars there were no signs of Puck or vomit anywhere), then stop at the vegan deli that Rachel recommended for dessert, and still have time to pick her up from the diner at 3pm.

After much consideration, he'd finally settled on 'Some Kind of Wonderful' as the movie because it has a stellar soundtrack and also a chick drummer, which in Finn's mind was super cool and kinda hot. As a backup he brings along 'Pretty Woman' but he's honestly not too concerned with whichever movie they end up watching… he's kinda hoping they'll be otherwise too distracted to actually pay any attention.

Rachel for her part as hostess had planned a lovely meal of eggplant parmesan (vegan of course) since she already had all the ingredients on hand, no shopping needed. It was a fairly simple dish to make and she liked the idea that Finn might be able to assist her in preparing it too. Of course, she had no idea if he liked eggplant or knew anything about cooking, but she didn't see either of these matters as deal-breakers since she was fully prepared to teach him and he'd already admitted a willingness to eat virtually anything.

. . . . .

They'd arrived at her apartment nearly an hour ago. After 10 minutes of 'hello I missed you' kisses and about a half an hour of prep work, Finn's phone begins buzzing.

NP - 4:14pm :: wtf happened to me last night ::

NP - 4:15pm :: dude y no answr ::

NP - 4:16pm :: FINNESSA! ::

FH - 4:17pm :: lol umm.. You mean this morning? ::

NP - 4:18pm :: no i mean last night, hence y i say LAST NIGHT? ::

FH - 4:18pm :: IDK.. maybe ask ur girl? ::

NP - 4:19pm :: i did. She dont remembr either.. or wont say ::

FH - 4:20pm :: dude im w rach and ur cock-blocking RN. Also I wasnt there.. Sry cant help u. BYE::

"Is everything okay Finn?"

"Uhh.. yeah babe. It's just Puck. He came rolling through the door in some kinda mega drunk state at like 5:30 this morning, and now he's asking ME what happened to him last night, as if I'd have any clue?" Finn chuckles.

Rachel giggles, "You too? I had a similar experience with Santana this morning… wow, seems a little like those two are sort of like fire and gasoline aren't they?"

"Well, Puck's like, really into partying, and he sure has enough experience at it.. I could tell you some stories… um, but I probably shouldn't. Anyway, let's just say he was in worse shape this morning than I've seen him since maybe junior year after his date Lauren dumped him at the junior prom for making out with another girl. It was pretty ugly. Only difference now is that he wasn't drowning sorrows, so it musta been some kind of great party between them last night. I guess your friend is as much a party animal as he is?"

"Well, I haven't known San that long really to say that with certainty. Oh! You can add the pasta to the boiling water now by the way! Anyway… Yes, she certainly seems to appreciate a good 'celebration,' I guess you can say, or at least a good club night out. But we've only been neighbors for less than two months, and honestly today is the worst shape I've ever seen her in so far as well. I will admit, she's sort of becoming a handful since your friend came into her life!" she admitted jovially.

"Yeah, Puck tends to bring that outta people sometimes. He's the good-time guy. It was great while we were in high school, and we had a lotta fun – though I never had nearly as much fun as he did. I have a feeling if we'd gone to college together it'd be a lot of the same - or worse probably – and maybe neither of us would actually learn anything. But y'know, he has his good moments too. He's not only about parties and girls, he actually cares about his family back home. He's definitely been a good friend to me over the years. And he did care a lot about one girl in high school even though he never told me her name, but I guess she wasn't having it because of his reputation as a ladies man, I s'pose that's the polite way to say it. He'd never admit it, but I think she kinda broke his heart. So he just went all in on the 'sex shark' image after that."

"Sex shark?"

Finn smiles at Rachel. "Yeah um, he says it's like uh… well, y'know how a shark has to keep moving in water or it dies or whatever? So yeah, he says he needs sex the way sharks need to move in water.. Yeah I know, before you even say it, I know it's like, sexist and disgusting and whatever."

Rachel just laughs, "Yeah, I can absolutely see the attraction between him and Santana. They almost sound like the same person!" but her smile starts to fall a little as a thought occurs to her. "So… you were never a sex shark then?"

Finn gulps and feels himself blush a little as he stirs the boiling pasta in the pot. "Uh, no, not at all… um.. I mean, I had a couple girlfriends along the way and dated a little, but… I was mostly dating one girl longer than anyone else on and off," until she tore my heart out and cheated on me, he thinks to himself.

"Oh.. and whatever happened with that?"

"Uuh.. it just didn't work out, y'know, first love, high school drama or whatever. Those things don't usually amount to much." He's not sure why he isn't telling her more but he just doesn't want to think about his past right now. He's too happy in the moment. He turns away from the boiling pot and moves behind Rachel, who is at the sink washing the prep dishes then snakes his arms around her waist. "But that's in the past and it all worked out really good for me, because it led me here, where I found you." He presses a long soft kiss to her cheek and can feel her smile growing under his lips.

"Yes you're right Finn.. high school relationships are pretty much not worth thinking about. I know the boy I last dated certainly is NOT worth my time now. And you're right, whatever happened in the past has all led us to this point now.. to each other. And I really like the place we both are at the moment." She turns in his arms and wraps her wet soap bubble covered hands around his neck giving him a deep kiss. As he begins trailing kisses down the side of her neck she suddenly remembers the pasta boiling on the stovetop "OH! It's about to boil over!"

Finn, too busy kissing her neck, seems to have misunderstood what she's talking about "Yeah babe, me too.."

She giggles and squirms away, swatting his arm playfully, "No silly, the pasta!"

"Oh!" he chuckles "I got it babe, sorry about that! You're just too tempting for me to stay away from," he smiles at her.

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"Dinner was delicious, Rach. You're a really good cook."

"Thanks Finn, I'm glad you enjoyed it.. And the cheesecake you brought was so yummy!"

"Yeah it was huh? Who knew I'd actually enjoy vegan food."

"So.. are we ready for a movie now? I see you brought a couple…" Rachel asked as she began clearing the table.

Finn jumped up to take the casserole dish from her hands and said "here I'll clear this stuff, you go ahead and set up the movie and relax. You've been on your feet all day after all."

She beamed at him as his sweet words made her heart swell. This guy was too amazing. He seems to just want to take care of her. Her last boyfriend would have NEVER offered to clear the table or do the dishes, and wouldn't even have considered her tired feet after a shift at the diner.

"What?" Finn asks as he realizes she's been watching him work on clearing away the table.

"You're just so sweet, Finn Hudson. Maybe even too good to be true."

He laughs "Hey I was raised by a hard working single mom. I'm no stranger to helping out at dinner time."

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Thirty-five minutes into 'Some Kind of Wonderful' the movie is completely forgotten as the two have become more interested in making out than seeing how the awkward tomboy drummer girl beats out the popular beauty queen and wins over the heart of the guy who'd always just been her best friend. They've both seen this movie before and know how the story ends… they're far more interested in exploring each other right now.

As they lay side by side on Rachel's bed with legs intertwined, Finn moves his hands slowly along her waist and finds an exposed patch of skin at her side. His fingers dip hesitantly up under the hem of her shirt and he feels the fire ignite beneath them. Rachel gasps at his touch and tugs at his bottom lip gently with her teeth. She suddenly feels his hand slide up under her shirt and smooth around to her lower back, engulfing her in flames. She breaks the kiss and locks into his eyes for a long beat, listening to his ragged breathing.

"You ok baby?" he asks, detecting her pause may be a little cautionary.

"Yes.. I - I just.. I think you're so wonderful Finn, and I don't want to spoil anything but–"

"But you wanna slow down?" he finishes her sentence.

She feels embarrassed but this needs to be discussed. "If.. if you don't mind, I mean, it's.. it's not that I haven't done things, it's just I haven't done.. everything yet."

Finn thinks for a moment and he's pretty sure he knows what she's trying to say. "Oh..OH. You mean you're still a…" she nods her head affirmatively and he swallows hard. "Hey babe, that's not a big deal to me. I don't want you to ever feel pressured. I mean, I'm happy making out with you, really. I could just stay lost in your kisses for days."

She lets out a breath she didn't even know she was holding "Oh Finn, that's.. Thank you for understanding, and you're so sweet! But you know, I know how things.. affect boys.. And I was a little worried you might not want to wait or might not underst–"

He cuts off her worry with a kiss. "I'm not one of those guys, Rach. Is that how your experiences have been, guys who wanted to pressure you into it?"

"Well my last boyfriend was certainly like that. It ended, badly of course. Brody never had much patience and I really don't know what I ever saw in him in the first place."

"Well, this Brody sounds like a major douche. It's not cool to force a girl if she isn't comfortable or ready to take the next steps. That's really miserganomic."

Rachel giggles softly at his fumbled word. "I think you mean misogynistic."

He smiles at her gentle correction. "Yeah that… it's just wrong and a dick move. If I'da been your friend at the time and he pulled that crap, I woulda kicked his ass."

She stares into the depths of his soft amber eyes and the words are just bubbling on the tip of her tongue, but they've only just known each other for 2 days and she knows it's ridiculously too soon to say them, so she swallows them back down and simply kisses him senseless instead. Then she moves her tongue to his earlobe and whispers to him "thank you Finn.. and if your arousal gets too uncomfortable, please tell me.. I want to help you be comfortable too.. I may not have done everything but I have done some things… quite a few things actually."

Upon hearing those words, combined with feeling her hot breath in his ear, he nearly exploded right there. She'd just sent a shotgun reaction through him and he had no clue what to say or do next except to kiss her deeper than he had up to this point. "Oh god Rach," he exhaled sharply and she felt his hot breath waft across her neck "you're like the hottest sexiest girl I've ever met… but um. Maybe we both need a minute to cool down… I don't want you to rush into anything and I… I just uh, I don't wanna risk losing you already."

She pulled back and smiled at him so brightly. It sorta took his breath away. Then she slid her hand down to his crotch which actually did take his breath away - in fact he seized up motionless and couldn't get any air in his lungs to respond at all. "Finn, you have nothing to worry about. I can't tell you how much it means to me to hear your concerns for my comfort, so please understand that your comfort is just as important to me too." She's been palming him through his jeans as she spoke and he's just been squeezing his eyes shut and gripping her sides as she works her magic on him. With her free hand, she guides his large hand over her sweater and onto her breast as she continues moving her against him, eventually managing to undo his fly and reaching inside.

"You definitely need some relief Finn, let me help," she says as she rolls on top of him, her skirt riding up as she's straddling his thighs and kissing his neck. His hands begin involuntarily running up and down her body over her clothes and he tries to find the words to object but his hand found its way to her ass and his body seems to have kidnapped his brain and tied his tongue to prevent any words of objection from escaping his lips. She hasn't removed his hands from herself or objected in any way, but he finally pushes past his own physical response long enough to choke out "R-Rach.. You don't have t-t-.."

She sits up without releasing his length from her tiny grasp and places her free hand on his cheek. "It's ok, I want to Finn. Just let me help."

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