A/N – Time to meet some supporting cast members! Just a small heads up, some of these chars/relationships may also seem OOC but it falls in line with our OOC/AU Rachel & Finn story right now. It's still only freshman year too (pre-canon)... And you'll notice we've moved the timeline up. The Hudmel union and wedding is occurring in freshman yr. Also, for you Santana haters, just bear in mind that Rachel is taking the Quinn role here and also there will be NO Finntana V-card bombs dropped either, so... maybe just try to think of her as female Puck and go with it for now?
Also – be forewarned, AMPLE locker room jock talk is about to be unleashed this chap as we meet the boys... (sorry it's just too fun to write - and honestly, PUCK just takes over sometimes...) and also.. this is rated M for a reason - sexytimes ahead, kiddies! LOL =)
ENJOY! ! !
CHAPTER 3 :🏈❤️📣: THE FRESHMEN - PART 1
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THE CLIMB.
Finn and Rachel had spent an amazing summer nearly inseparable, settling into their new roles as the burgeoning power couple. They'd attended their respective practices together, been invited to all the best parties, made many new friends (including a lot of seniors!), and were fast becoming the talk of the McKinley elite. Hell, they were fast BECOMING the McKinley elite.
Needless to say, as their friendship blossomed into this new romantic phase, so did their status. As she'd often commented, turned out Rachel might just be a little psychic after all; their peers seemed pleased that the pair had become a romantic item as well. (Up until this point, most everyone knew Finn and Rachel were very close friends; it honestly didn't come as much surprise when they'd actually become a real couple.)
Life surrounded by jocks and cheerleaders all summer was easy, but Finn expected things would be a little different walking into the halls of McKinley High for the first time, not just as a high school Freshman, but also as the starting Quarterback with his hot Cheer Captain girlfriend at his side.
They'd spent numerous hours texting or talking on the phone late at night or snuggled together lying on a blanket in her backyard or his, discussing what the new school year would be like for them and how their lives were about to be very different. He was honestly a little nervous about all the change happening, feeling the pressure of being a good leader and hoping the Titans would be successful. Aside from Rachel, he'd never told anyone but he secretly hoped football could become his career goal in life. (Like, who wouldn't wanna play in the NFL before they died, right?)
Rachel for her part seemed more pragmatic and had a better handle on these matters than Finn. She would tell him he just needed to be himself and look the part, the rest would fall into place easily. He just loved her so much that he kinda decided she knew what she was talking about and he mostly followed her lead.
The two teens enjoyed spending all their carefree summer days and nights together, whether it was hang-outs with friends, movie outings, parties at the lake, or lounging time in Rachel's pool. And in between practices and social outings, there were the stolen moments alone together. Those times seemed all too infrequent and a rare commodity, especially since they lived right next door to one another and had four parents' prying eyes (plus Kurt) all threatening to disrupt their privacy most of the time.
But on the rare occasions when they had alone time, they made sure to take full advantage…
"My dads won't be home for another three hours you know... is your mom going to notice if you're not over there?"
"Nope. Her and Kurt are out buying wedding crap anyway, and Burt had to go to the shop for some pushy business dude's emergency repair. So... maybe we stop talking and start enjoying the uninterrupted alone time?" Finn smiled as he continued nibbling at her earlobe.
Rachel beamed an approving pearly smile at Finn, whose hands were busy working their way slowly under the hem of her blouse. As he inched closer and closer to the bottom edge of her bra line, Rachel delighted in the feel of his rough hands grazing over her taut skin.
"Finn? Baby... You um, you still haven't, you know... you haven't been with anyone else yet, right?"
Finn stopped his ear nibbling to focus on his beautiful girl who was suddenly sounding a little tense. "Rach, when would I even have time for that and you not know about it? We've been like Siamese twins for... well, always I guess?" He chuckled softly while trying to ease her concerns. "But uh... No. I have only done what you've done so far because it's all been with you anyway. What's wrong, are you like, wanting to slow down or—"
"No, no, baby. I was just checking... or just, curious I suppose. I mean yes, we've spent all this time together lately but.. Well, I knew about Alyssa Greely last year. And you have gone to at least a couple parties with Noah without me, so..."
"Hey, Alyssa was just a make-out session, nothing more. Not even first base, well, not technically... And those TWO parties were mostly Xbox and beer pong, with gross warm beer. Nothing that interesting, I promise."
She giggled but seemed to relax in his arms. "And I know about your little thing with Jerry whats his face. But you didn't do, y'know, stuff with him either, right?"
"No, Finny. Ew. Jerry Jenkins was a waste of my time. And a terrible kisser. With horrid breath."
Finn burst out laughing. "Good, because I really didn't wanna find out otherwise... then I might have to kick his ass, just on principle."
"Mmm, you're hot when you're jealous, you know that?"
"Yeah? You like me taking charge?"
"Sometimes, yeah. But don't get too far ahead of yourself, mister. I'm loving being with you like this, I just think we need to... I don't know, pace ourselves a little bit, you know?"
"Yeah, cool. I'm okay with that."
"But... you can um... you can touch me you know. Just over the clothes for now. Is that okay?"
"Baby you tell me what you want and I'll be cool with it. I mean, y'know, I don't want you to think I'm just some perv who only wants THAT all the time... but whatever you do or don't want to do yet is cool."
"Okay. And you'll do the same? You'll tell me?"
"Uh... I mean, sure, but really, you can just, y'know... you can touch, or like, y'know, whatever you want. I'd um... I'd be totally okay with that."
"So that means I can do this?" She asked sweetly as her hand slid up under his AC/DC tee shirt and glided across his chest. She slowed down to swirl her index fingertip around his puckered nipples.
"Uh-huh," he gasped and swallowed as he stroked a hand up and down her back lazily.
"And you wouldn't mind this?" she smirked as her hand traveled down further, around his navel to the waistband of his basketball shorts.
"Ya-hum.., s'g-good" he muttered between steamy hot kisses to her mouth.
He decided his hands should be allowed to mirror hers since, after all, she'd just given him permission. He slid his hand down her side and when it reached the hem of her top, he ventured up underneath. She never spoke to stop him, so he continued upward. Hearing her breathing become a bit labored, he continued until he was touching the elastic band of her bra.
"Keep going," she urged softly. He just grinned wildly wondering how the hell he got so lucky to have a girl so willing to not just DO this, but to also SAY SO – which was totally fucking hot and all kinds of awesome.
His large hand slowly continued north until it cupped her entire breast. She sucked in a big breath as he gently squeezed, moving his palm over the stiffness he felt beneath the silky smooth material. "Fuck baby, you feel so good," he murmured into her mouth between kisses.
"And I'm guessing you don't mind if I move my hand... here...?" she ventured, as she walked her fingertips down the front of his increasingly swollen groin. He hissed with the initial contact on his now incredibly hard length and she froze. "I'm sorry!"
"No no.. no... that was absolutely all good baby, y-you can... umm... jus' keep on.. yeah.. Jesus you're incredible Rach," he hurriedly assured her.
"Are you sure Finny? I don't wanna hurt–"
"Totally sure. Completely. All good."
His hands continued working overtop her bra as he kissed along her neck, finding a spot beneath her ear that made her make this sound that just, well it made him twitch in his pants. Since her hand happened to be in that very spot, she squealed a little in surprise. "Finn! What was that? Can you just make it move like that or... or did I do something?"
As candid as their conversations may have been up to this point, Finn still knew his face must've been completely beet red by then. "It um.. Yeah. It just, whatever, on its own I guess."
She only smiled in response, but then kissed him deeply, plunging her tongue into his mouth over and over, feeling his slide across hers with ease. She loved kissing Finn, and he was so good at it. The heat from his lips against her skin gave her chills and caused stirrings of embers deep within her core that she was fast becoming desperate to have stoked.
"Finn... I want... I need something..."
"What baby? Tell me what you need."
"Not sure if I can... just, give me your hand."
Finn stopped talking, and so did Rachel, as she slowly guided his hand downward. He started thinking he might pass out once he caught himself holding his breath too long and only exhaled when she'd placed his hand between her legs. After that, Rachel learned immediately about Finn's need to cool down periodically when he suddenly and spontaneously erupted.
"Sorry babe, I.. ugh..."
She tried not to giggle but instead aimed for sincere empathy. "Don't apologize Finny, I'm actually really flattered... but I still need something more right now." She writhed beneath him and placed her hand overtop his, applying a little pressure to let him know it was okay.
With a little trial and error and guidance from Rachel, he moved two of his long fingers in a slow back-and-forth rhythm over the warm soft cotton of her yoga pants. She began pushing herself against his hand, moving her hips in time with the pace he set, and moaned and gasped and he thought he might just be hard enough to blow a second time. Before too long she clutched both her hands into his hair and screamed his name then kissed him with more passion than he'd ever felt from her before.
"Holy hell that was HOT baby! Did you just...?"
Rachel was breathless but managed a quick "Yes I think so Finn... and I want to do THAT again!"
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When the first day of school was finally upon them, Finn, as instructed, was decked out in his white polo shirt, dark wash jeans, black Converse, and his red and tan wool Letterman jacket. Even though they were hitting Indian Summer and the temperatures were still pretty warm out, he did as Rachel bade and wore the hot itchy damn thing anyway – as did all the other jocks.
He had to hand it to her; as they strutted through those doors and down the hall, fingers laced tightly together, he sorta started to FEEL like he was wearing a superhero uniform. It made all the staring and whispers and overly flirty giggles from girls a lot more palatable. He was never one to enjoy being the center of attention before, but then again up until now, he'd never done anything he felt merited that type of praise and admiration. He started thinking this is probably how Superman actually felt and was kinda glad he wasn't showing up as Clark Kent.
It didn't go unnoticed by Finn that several of the dudes in the hallway were also checking out his girl's goodies, which he supposed had a lot to do with her way-too-sexy outfit. He's not sure how her skirts could be so short and not actually reveal ALL her secrets, but damn her legs looked good under that little black and red plaid number she had on. Still, it really didn't sit well with him that other guys were checking her out like a piece of meat – especially that creepy Ben Israel dude.
Finn's known Rachel has had her own personal stalker – aka Jacob Ben Israel – since around 5th grade when he and his family started attending the same synagogue as her. Finn has always done his best to protect Rachel from the creep, acting as her sword and shield whenever necessary, and that was before they started dating; clearly he hasn't been enough of a deterrent so far. It was apparent he was gonna have to step it up and really lay down the hammer this year. Rachel was off limits and like, well, not his property, but she was his, and these other pervs don't need to be checking her out like that – especially not that weirdo Jewfro kid!
When they reached the fork in the corridor that led to the gymnasium wing, Rachel popped up on her tippy toes and gave Finn a quick peck. "I have to meet with Coach to pick up my uniform, but I'll see you after first period, okay?"
He gave her his best half-moon flirty grin and watched her walk down the hall with her sexy hips swinging from side to side until he lost sight of her and then felt a strong set of hands shoving him sideways.
"Hey loverboy! You know it's bad form for the QB to stand around drooling in the middle of the hall, doncha? It reads whipped," Puck cackled, making a whip cracking sound.
Finn just grinned at him. "Whatever dude. If you had a babe as fine as mine you'd be drooling too."
"Hey, Lopez is mighty fine too y'know, and kinda kinky – bro, I'm telling you, that girl is just the way I like my eggs for breakfast – over easy."
"Maybe you shouldn't let her hear you sayin' that, man, or else YOUR eggs might end up hard boiled."
"Whatever, like it really matters. She knows what she's been tappin' here and so far she ain't complaining. So... you lettin' Berry play sack the quarterback yet, or is she still a bench warmer?"
"What?! Hey, don't worry about it, that's none of your business, dude!"
"Aw c'mon man, I share all my juicy steak, you can't just throw me a bone?"
"Drop it, Puck. And Rachel's NOT a piece of meat! So stop asking!"
"Lame... and sooo whipped. You sure won't hear about me letting some split-tail run my life."
"She doesn't run my life, ass-wipe. Anyway, so what if I am whipped? At least I know Rachel cares about me. I don't see YOU walking around with the head cheerleader. So just get a grip and watch how you talk about her. I'm serious."
"Hey man, just remember – she's also walking around with our QUARTERBACK. Grow some balls, brother! Have some pride... you can't let her be seen as the one wearing the pants in the relationship, all I'm saying."
"Rach wears skirts though?"
Puck rolled his eyes. "You're hopeless Hudson. Get a clue – no wait seriously, here, here's a buck – get two."
Finn flipped off his buddy as he stalked off to class, leaving Puck standing in the hallway with an outstretched hand clutching a dollar bill and a giant smirk on his face.
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The bell rang at the end of first period and Finn was already jonesing for his girl. It had only been about an hour since he last saw her, but they didn't have that many classes together, since Rachel was on the academic AP track and he was in mostly general studies. They did have Home Ec, Spanish I, and History together, as well as lunch and gym on alternating days.
Their lockers were situated in the same corridor and not so far apart, so he made a beeline to get to his to quickly swap out books for his next class and then over to hers to wait for his girl. He knew it'd take a little longer for her to arrive since she was on nearly the opposite end of the school than him for first period.
He ended up leaning against her locker waiting, flipping through his phone and slapping the occasional high five or fist bump of passers by as he killed time. The third time he'd looked up eagle-eyeing the crowd for her, there was an obvious change in the flow of bodies shuffling around the hallway. He was trying to understand what the commotion was and as he looked on, it was gradually becoming apparent.
Like the Red Sea, students began to part, clearing the hall to make way as the loud buzz of many voices became a bit more subdued. Finn took a few steps out toward the middle of the hall trying to get a better look, wondering who could command that type of attention. What he hadn't expected to see was Rachel – his Rachel – making her way towards him in her red and white cheerleading uniform. Its perfect fit hugged her curves in all the right places causing girls to roll their eyes and boys to stare with slack-jawed want (he was pretty sure his expression mirrored the ones he'd noticed before his own eyes connected with hers).
Rachel's usual long silky brunette locks were now gathered in a tight, high ponytail that swished with her hips, back and forth as she walked, almost hypnotically. She sashayed right toward him with a slight smirk and the confidence of a runway model, finally coming to a stop in front of Finn, who barely had time to process that she was standing there before she pulled him down by the collar of his white polo into a long searing kiss for the whole student body to see. Smiles, whispers, and a few cat calls went out around the entangled couple.
By the time Finn had regained his wits about him, she was already done at her locker and he and Rachel were walking down the hallway, hands entwined. He grinned stupidly at her, still in somewhat of a trance, and leaned down to whisper "Babe... That was super HOT... and so are you in this uniform."
Rachel for her part giggled while trying to maintain an air of poised confidence, the kind that commands a room. She peeked up at him and batted her lashes and said "Play your cards right and there'll be more where that came from later." She shot him a flirtatious wink and he felt his mouth go dry.
"Uh.. How much more? And like, how much later?... Babe?"
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TEAM BONDING RITUALS.
"Hola chica!"
Rachel beamed a warm smile to her friend and fellow Cheerio, Santana Lopez, who came bounding over to where she and Kurt were partnered and stretching before practice. "Hey San! My my, you're looking extra frisky today... and considering you're TEN minutes late for warm-ups, can I assume that means you and Noah are still doing well?"
"Meh. He's just a warm body. I need something warm beneath me or else I can't digest my food."
"That sounds very reptilian of you, Ms Lopez," Kurt deadpanned.
"Aww, Lady Hummel, one of these days when you grow up to be a big girl you'll understand."
"Okay ladies, claws IN, Sue's about to come start practice! And I have to say, I'm kind of happy our practice uniforms got lost in transit from the dry cleaners in France... It's nice to actually get to wear my own clothes for a change. My closet is already starting to feel neglected."
"Yeah I wouldn't get used to it though... She was already calling them to tear them a new one and to demand free dry cleaning for the next six months. I heard her say something about wanting free upgraded first-class tickets for all future air travel to our competitions for the next five years too."
"Wow... she really harbors a grudge when crossed, doesn't she? Remind me not to EVER get her angry at me!" Rachel giggled. "Kurt, can you help me stretch my hamstrings?"
"You got it sweetie." As he got in position, sitting opposite her on the ground with both their legs in a V formation and bottoms of their feet touching, he grabbed her hands and pulled her forward. "Although, I wonder how my brother isn't already keeping you extra limber – especially after last night's vocal acrobatics!"
"Hey, Kurt! Shush! W-we... we don't do all of THAT, it's just... his hands are very rough and calloused, and I like the feel of them on my—"
"STOP right there missy! I already set these ground rules with HIM, I guess I need to set some with you as well?"
"Hold on," Santana stopped mid-stretch, bent over with her legs straight and hands flat on the ground, looking at them from between her knees. "You mean you and Hudson aren't scoring the EXTRA POINT yet?"
"Well no Sanny, if by extra point you're referring to intercourse," dropping her voice to practically a whisper on the 'I' word "then no, not quite yet... not that it's any of your business. But it's only been a few months that we've been dating at all... it just seems a little soon." She curled her lips at the corners and got lost in thought as she added "We do plenty of other things though."
"Ooookay. I'm removing myself from this conversation before I need to go have my ears sewn shut and my imagination surgically removed. There are simply boundaries between Finn and myself as brothers that I do not wish to cross, ESPECIALLY those concerning my best friend; hearing about how high up his beastock you climb or where he plants his magic beans is definitely TOP of that list! I'm going to help Brittany. Satan, make yourself useful and take over with her glute stretches next, please."
"Wanky.... No problem at all Porcelain. And be good to my girl Britts, she needs her glutes stretched too!"
Taking note of the slightly predatory gleam in Santana's eye, Rachel flushed a bit. "Um, San, no offense but you look a little too eager to help... not that I'm asking or judging or anything, it's just... you know I'm with Finn and very committed to him, right?"
"Of course I do Hobbit, as if even Stevie Wonder could miss that! Still, a girl can always hope! All I'm saying is, any time you feel like experimenting, you just give Auntie Tana a call FIRST, 'kay?" Santana grinned salaciously and winked at the tiny brunette.
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"Heads-up!"
Finn Hudson stood a mere thirty feet across the McKinley practice field from where the Cheerios were warming up. He was throwing spirals between Matt Rutherford and Mike Chang while (not so subtly) watching his girlfriend in her extremely tight black-and-hot-pink Danskins shorts and teeny weeny matching sports bra. She was doing all sorts of holy shit HOT bendy stretches, while Santana Lopez (in her equally teeny tiny work out gear) practically laid on top of her and HOLY HELL YEAH, Puck was right about Santana being pretty hot, too. (Not as hot as Rachel in Finn's opinion, but still...)
He sorta froze in place, captivated at the sight before him with a myriad of fantasies forming in his mind. A growing need to subtly adjust himself down south crept up on him when an incoming football suddenly hit him in the face and knocked him back to reality.
Matt came running over to Finn, chuckling all the way. "Sorry man, I called the pass!"
The taller boy smiled and waved him off. "No harm done, man. We're cool, I'm good."
"You sure about that Huddy? You seem a little, err, distracted... Maybe you should go dunk your junk in the ice cooler over there, y'know, cool off a bit, get your focus back," Mike sniggered.
Trying not to let the humiliation get to him, he downplayed the severity of the increasing level of discomfort in his cup from his growing boner. "Haha dude. Nah, I just need a minute to walk it off... let's run a few laps." That wasn't any real solution, but at least it put some distance between him and the source of his sweet sweet torture.
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"Stop!" The music came to a halt as the team came to a standstill at the sound of Sue's voice blaring through the bullhorn "Fabray, front and center!" All eyes turned to the blonde at the back of the bowling pin cheer formation. "I want you to run that section again for everyone." A smirk appeared on Quinn's face as the music started back up again and she proceeded to go through the routine, consisting of a series of tumbles, back handsprings, and complex hip-shaking dance moves.
Once she was done, Sue picked the bullhorn back up. "Excellent!" Quinn perked up and smiled at the presumed praise. "Everyone, what Fabray just did was a wonderful example of what NOT to do." Sniggers went up around the Cheerios as Quinn deflated. "Her technique was awful, footwork was sloppy and for the love of all that's holy fix your knees, they were quivering more than LA during the last earthquake!" A few loud giggles erupted but were quickly snuffed out by the bullhorn. "Now everyone back in formation! Let's run that again, and this time COUNT for god's sake! You'd think I'm teaching a bunch of preschoolers with how OFF you all were! This isn't the first day of kindy-garten LADIES and they don't pay me to babysit; now get it together!"
The field became a blur as a mass of bodies scrambled back into their starting spots in the bowling pin formation, hoping to avoid the woman's wrath. The bullhorn sounded one last time. "Well, what are you waiting for, START!" The music started back up again and they began the routine once again.
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On the other side of the field, the football team watched on in amusement at Quinn's rather public humiliation.
"Look at that loser, it's a surprise Sylvester even let her on the team," Karofsky chortled.
"Nah, you know she only puts the freaks on the team as the base for the pyramid," Azimio snorted and high-fived Karofsky.
"Eh," Puck shrugged. "She sure ain't no butterface and she doesn't look half bad in the uniform, so I'm not complaining. Puckzilla never says no to some eye candy."
"You think anything with a tight ass and tits isn't half bad, Puckerman" scoffed Karofsky "Anyway, I heard she's a Bible thumper, so good luck getting past that chastity belt!"
"So what if she's a freak for Jesus. I'd get her to Sunday school on time, praying at the top of her lungs 'OH GOD!'" he winked. "Trust me, with these guns it wouldn't take much; she'd fall for the Puckerone in the drop of her panties. They all do eventually." Puck made sure to pose, flexing his biceps as if to further prove his point.
"All? Even Berry?" Azimio dared, wielding a devilish grin while nudging Karofsky in the side with his elbow, knowing Finn was right there within earshot.
"Hell yeah, she would too, if I ever poured some Pucky Charms her way. But I'm not into bossy shrimpy divas – even if they do make me wanna set myself on fire in a good way."
"Hey! I heard that," Finn warned with a stern face and a slap to the back of Puck's head.
Rubbing his head with a scowl replacing his smirk, Puck defended, "Dude chill, it was a joke! You know she's like my kid sis and I KNOW she's not in play anyhow." He turned back to the other guys and waggled an eyebrow "As for the Queen of the Chastity Ball, however, I'm always up for a good challenge."
Mike chimed in, "I don't know man, blondie over there seems to only have eyes for Hudson."
"Pfft, Huddy? Good luck to her as it seems to me Berry has his balls on lock!" Azimio snorted. They all look over to Finn, who was once again lost in a Rachel-fantasy-filled haze while gazing over at the Cheerios practice. "I mean, he's so far gone he's not even hearing what we're saying right now!"
Matt jumped to Finn's defense, "Come on guys, he's the only one of us who's actually in a relationship right now, so if anything we should be asking him for advice, not making fun of him."
Puck briefly pondered Matt's words before declaring "I don't need a relationship to get the goods, if you know what I mean." He lowered his voice and chuckled "Plus the guy is so much fun to rile up, I mean just watch." He raised his voice loud enough that Finn was sure to hear him. "You know, on second thought, Berry does look mighty fine in that hot little uniform of hers, guess I wouldn't mind tapping that!"
That got Finn's attention. He approached Puck with fists clenching at his sides, "I said back off douchebag! Only I'm allowed to look at her like that! And you're allowed to talk about her like that NEVER!" he snapped as he shoved Puck hard in the shoulder.
"Told ya,'" Puck sniped with a smirk and an eye roll as the boys snickered. Seeing Finn's glare he was quick to reassure his friend "Relax man, I'm just bustin' your balls... everyone knows that you and her are an item, sort of hard to miss with the two of you sucking face all the time."
Finn shrugged, "Hey you would too, if you could – which you CAN'T."
"I dunno, maybe I'll have to give her a shot, you wouldn't mind would ya Huddy?" When all he got was a swift punch to the arm Dave quickly backtracked. "Ow, damn Hudson, I was only joking man, geez lighten up!"
"All you ass-clowns need to hear me now: Color commentary about Rachel is totally off limits to EVERYONE, got it? I got my eye on you Karofsky," Finn hissed as he pointed two fingers in a V at his eyes and then at Dave. As his anger cooled and the Cheerios began to take formation across the field, he returned focus to the rest of the guys. "Anyways what were we talking about?"
"That freaky Fabray chick. What do you think?"
"Uh…" Finn rubbed his neck nervously throwing a quick glance in the direction of the cheerleaders, "I dunno, don't really think about her, but I guess she's alright. I mean, she's definitely no Rachel, but of course, nobody can compare to her... Hey, why is it everyone thinks she's so freaky anyway?"
"C'mon man, you remember, don't you? Last year, she started that whole push to have like, an acting club or some other lame shit like that. She claimed she was gonna be some great world-famous singer too. When she couldn't get anyone into her totally loser club thing, she had a hissy fit and ran her big snooty yap for weeks talking 'bout how she's getting outta this town and gonna be famous one day, and how everyone else is just a bunch of no-talent losers – including my kid sister Mia. She was running Mia down and trying to make her look bad at the talent show last year, but then Mia wiped the floor with her, then that chick-batty blonde accused the judges of cheating and bias," Azimio provided.
"Oh right, that whole thing... yeah, I do remember the throwdown with her and Mia. Well, she didn't totally suck as a singer as I recall, but lemme tell you, I've heard Rach sing and Quinn is NO WAY near as good as my girl by comparison."
"Ah yes, the glorious PERFECT Rachel Berry, whose magic pussy is lined with gold and so good she has the QB by the balls. Tell me, does she let you sign them out like a library book every now and then? Does she penalize you for late returns?" Puck snorted while fist-bumping Karofsky.
Finn made a move to deck Puck but before he could, they were interrupted by Coach Tanaka. "Alright ladies, if you're done gossiping at your nightly tea party, let's get warmed up. I want three laps then lineup for quick feet drills, LET'S GO!"
Finn glowered at Puck before breaking off into a run, muttering through gritted teeth, "You better fly like the fuckin' wind Puckerman... you really DON'T want me to catch you right now."
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IS IT LATER YET?
Three hours later, a sweaty Finn ran to meet an equally sweaty Rachel in the middle of the field, something they had done after every summer practice. Normally they would meet up to discuss their respective practices as they headed back to the locker rooms, but today Rachel jumped into Finn's arms, wrapped her legs around his waist, and gave him a searing kiss.
"Get it girl! Trepa ese tallo de habichuelas!" they heard Santana cat-call.
"Clearly I should've taken Spanish instead of French... It's going to be a LONG season," Kurt breathed out dryly.
Finn set Rachel down and wrapped his arms around her waist. "What was that for?" he asked with a wide smile playing on his handsome face.
Rachel shrugged and replied with a flirty bat of her lashes, "I missed you today. Plus, you know what seeing my man playing football does to me."
Finn captured her lips in another searing kiss before responding, "Oh yeah? What's that exactly, remind me?"
She bit her bottom lip then pulled him down and whispered in his ear, "You know it gets me all hot and bothered."
He felt all the blood rush south just from the feel of her hot breath against his ear and answered in a low husky voice. "I could say the same thing to you about those routines Coach Sylvester has you doing... And y'know, I can help you with those stretches at home if you want."
"Hmm, a little extra workout time might do me some good... I may just take you up on that. But seriously mister, after watching you on the field tonight…" she paused to draw a line down his chest with her index finger then hooked it in the band of his compression tights "...you'll definitely be getting your MORE tonight." She wrapped her hands around his neck, immediately withdrawing them at the feel of his now-drying sweat. "But maybe you should shower first," she said wrinkling her nose in what Finn thought was the most adorable way.
"Come on, like you're any less sweaty," he replied, slinging his arm around her shoulders as they started heading toward the locker rooms.
"I've told you before Finn, I don't sweat, I–"
"You glow, yeah yeah, I know babe. Doesn't mean your 'glowing' is any less sticky or smelly," he winked playfully and gave her a squeeze.
"You're mean," she whined and elbowed him in the ribs.
"But you love me all the same." He chuckled, swooping down to give her a peck on the lips, "Now go wash that glow off so you can give me the MORE you promised."
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As Finn entered the locker room he shifted uncomfortably, the semi that he had through most of practice had turned into a full hard-on; Rachel's searing kiss and her promise of more still playing on his mind made his cup very uncomfortable. If she's gonna keep doing this to me I'm gonna need a bigger cup, he thought to himself.
Checking to make sure nobody was paying attention to him, Finn wrapped a towel around his waist and proceeded to undress. Strategically hiding his erection behind his shower caddy, he beelined for the showers. Making sure the water was as cold as it could be, he removed the towel and tried not to react to the freezing water as it hit his back. Once he managed to get his raging boner under control, he made the water warmer and washed his body as quickly as he could, anxious to greet Rachel in the hallway outside the locker room.
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About two hours after Carole brought everyone home from practice, the house was finally dark and quiet. Finn waited impatiently for what felt like an eternity for his mom and Burt to go to bed and to be sure Kurt was down for the count as well. He knew Hiram was already long ago asleep and Leroy was out of town for the night. Rachel had been texting him for the better part of these two torturous hours and the messages were getting more and more urgent... he needed to get over there. Like NOW.
Using the emergency fire escape ladder Burt had recently installed, Finn slipped out of his window and down to the ground. From there it was very easy access to Rachel's ground floor bedroom window, which she'd conveniently left unlocked and sash up anticipating his arrival.
"I could be a burglar you know," he joked as the first of his long legs stretched over the windowsill into her room.
"That could be a fun game someday," she teased. "Would you protect me if I ever really had a burglar?"
"Hell yeah, you know I would baby... that burglar would be dead meat. So would anyone trying to come after my girl," he boasted, even as he slid onto the bed next to her and pulled her onto his chest. "Now c'mere and tell me about that MORE you promised all damn day... you've been killing me slowly, I hope you know."
"You want me to tell you, or show you?" her musical giggles filled the room and Finn's heart swelled at the sound.
"You know what I mean," he chuckled. She grinned into the kiss without further conversation.
Their kiss started off hungrily and only built momentum from there. Finn wasn't terribly shy with Rachel, likely a product of their lifelong friendship. They each felt comfortable around one another and she certainly wasn't reserved with her questions or voicing her wants and needs, and he was completely accustomed to her rambling speech patterns and blunt statements by now. Somehow, as opposite as they seemed on the surface to any outsiders, they just got each other on deeper levels.
"Touch me Finn," she whispered in his ear even as she guided his hand to her breast. "I love the feel of your hands on me." She could feel his smirk in their kiss and as his thumb started grazing her hardened nipple through the two thin layers of shirt and bra. She quickly decided it wasn't quite enough.
She broke their kiss long enough to pull off her shirt, leaving Finn's jaw hanging in his lap. "You wanna undo the bra clasp baby?" She smiled demurely as she turned her back to him.
"Um... uh... yeah totally..." he managed, breathlessly. After what seemed like minutes he'd finally managed to unhook the apparently complex undergarment. (Rachel made a mental note to teach him how the eye and hook closure operated at a later and less loaded point in time.)
When she turned back to face him, all he could do was stare. He got lost in the depths of her impossibly bottomless chocolate eyes for a moment, then allowed his eyes to follow down from her face and neckline, across her collarbone, drinking in the soft lines and contours of his gorgeous girl until they reached the loose bra straps barely hugging to her shoulders.
His tentative hands reached out to each of the straps and slowly coaxed them down off her shoulders, eyes growing a little wider as each new inch of previously undiscovered parts of Rachel emerged before him until finally, the bra lay in her lap. "You're so beautiful Rachel."
She answered with a steamy kiss while once again guiding both his hands to her breasts. Her tongue slid along his bottom lip and he tweaked each of her nipples between his fingers, eliciting a breathy moan from her. Her hands clutched his hair and pulled him ever closer, even as the fire grew in her belly. "More Finn... I want to feel your mouth on me." He readily obliged.
His kisses traversed her jaw, along the column of her neck, and down to her chest. He peeked up to her face and was pleased to see her lost in the feel of his touch. He slowly traced his tongue down to her right breast, using just the tip, circling around the darkened tight flesh there, then flicked it once over the stiff peak. She purred and mewled and arched her chest toward him, only fueling his desire. Feeling encouraged and as though he was on the right track, his hot mouth covered her entire nipple, swirling his tongue around the surface of it and then sucking gently. She practically screamed his name in reward and he intensified his actions.
After bringing her to climax with his hands again, Rachel was ready to please her man in new ways. She was trying to decide how to approach the idea, when he murmured in her ear, "Baby I love hearing you fall apart like that. It does things to me like... I just... y'know, you're so freaking sexy and you get me really worked up. But I think I need a break to like, cool down. I don't wanna.. y'know... Just maybe give me a minute."
"Oh you mean because of that..." she glanced down to the growing tent in his lap "Um. About that. I wanted to try something. I-is that okay?"
"Uhh... sure?"
"Okay. I'm a little nervous though, and I don't wanna hurt you... but I really want to do this... and y-you'll tell me if I'm doing it wrong or, or whatever, okay?"
"Uh-huh... Rach, what are you– OH GOD."
Without preamble, her hand slipped under the waistband of his sweatpants and she tentatively palmed his semi-erect penis. "I was reading about how this works, you know?" she whispered shyly as she placed soft kisses along his jawline. "I've read that it can be very uncomfortable for boys when they can't find... proper relief. And... I wanted to be the one to help you with that."
"Yup..." was all he could manage while gulping for air.
"You trust me to do this, right Finny?"
He nodded and sort of gurgled a response. "Mmmrhmrph."
She continued her ministrations while moving her soft lips across his neck, using her free hand to stroke his hair. It wasn't long at all before his lips were suddenly forming a perfectly shaped O and he was convulsing under her touch.
"Holy shit babe! Uh.. I'm.. I'm sorry about the mess, I shoulda said someth–"
"Finny it's okay, I sort of expected it. Wow, that was um... different. Did I do okay?"
Did she do okay? Is she serious? There was sort of zero margin of error in this situation (like how could she really mess it up?) – and considering the outcome, he was sorta stunned by her question.
"Did y– HELL YES. You are AWESOME... God I love you, baby," he swept her into a tight embrace and laid a searing kiss on her mouth. "And uh, so you know, whenever you're ready, I'd be MORE than happy to return the favor."
"I love you too, Finn... and I will definitely let you know when it's time for that. Right now I'm just happy making you happy."
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GUY TALK.
"Can I ask you something?"
"FINALLY! I knew this day would arrive eventually! Okay Finnster, it's like this: Your dick goes in her pussy. Push, push, push, BOOM. The end."
"Shut the fuck up, man! It's not... I mean I already know... it's NOT THAT!"
"Okay, what then?"
"Dude, something tells me I'm gonna regret asking... but. Have you ever like..."
"Gotten a blow job? A handy-J? Yeah, they're awesome."
"Aw fuck it, this is a mistake. Nevermind."
"Sorry man. I'm listening. Seriously. Just quit pussyfootin' around and ask your question. Gotta be about sex or you'd have spit it out already."
"Fine. Have you ever, like, gone down on a girl?"
"Oh, THAT. So Berry's finally—"
"DO NOT finish that statement."
"Okay okay, shit don't go all Terminator on my ass. Uh, yeah, I have, once anyway. But why bother? Seriously. It ain't all it's cracked up to be... alotta work for little reward. It's one of those cases where it's better to receive than to give, know what I mean?"
"Well that hardly seems fair... I mean, if she's willing to, y'know, give, then shouldn't you be too?"
"I mean seriously, is Berry giving you blowies now? Because that has to be so fucking ho– OUCH fucker, that hurt!"
"I SAID shut the hell up about her, Puck! Dammit! Can't you just like, do a brother a solid and NOT disrespect my girlfriend at the same time?"
"Dude look, I think I know what you wanna know, and all I can tell you is, do what I did. Watch porn."
"You're a big goddamn help. Thanks."
"Anytime. Preferably with less PUNCHING in the future."
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HARD COLD LESSONS ABOUT SLUSHIES - 101.
The next day, Kurt was passing hurriedly through the dance, drama, and music clubs wing on his way to the gymnasium for an urgent Cheerios meeting that Coach Sue had just called (something about Cirque Du Soleil inspired changes for their first competition routine – he was afraid to find out).
He was about equidistant from the doorway to the choir room as were Azimio Adams and Dave Karofsky, who were approaching from the opposite end of the corridor. Just as the three boys were about to intersect the doorway, two girls exited the choir room, deeply engrossed in some debate over Mariah vs Beyonce, when three worlds collided in nearly slow motion.
Kurt couldn't believe his eyes, as he saw the two freshmen footballers proceed to raise their respective 40 oz Big Gulp Slushie cups they'd been sipping and launch them straight into the faces of the two girls. A rainbow of frozen sticky mess flooded down over the girl's hair and soaked into their clothes.
Because of his close proximity, some of the purple and blue chunks of ice managed to catch parts of Kurt's otherwise immaculate crisp white and red Cheerios uniform.
The two girls stood breathless and stoic, faces distorted from shock and frozen in time like models for a Picasso painting. The two jocks, on the other hand, couldn't stop their obnoxious cackling laughter which was interlaced with taunts of 'losers' and 'freaks'.
Kurt's blood boiled in his veins and he exploded. "Are you two kidding me right now?! Do you have any idea what it costs to have these uniforms dry-cleaned?! Coach Sylvester is gonna have your heads on a silver platter when I tell her what you did!"
"OOO gonna cry to mommy? Go ahead cry baby, I dare you! Little girlie-man in your queer little girlie-man cheerleading outfit!" Karofsky goaded while leaning into Kurt's personal space.
As Azimio's hyena-style laughing sobered to a light snigger, he slapped Dave on the back of the shoulder and muttered a quiet warning. "Hey man, ah, you might want to tread lightly on this one... you know who his step-brother is, doncha?"
Dave's face twisted in defiant confusion. "No, but why should it matter? If he's anything like Tinkerbell here, I'm sure I can kick his girly ass too."
"Okay man, I'll be sure to tell him you said that. At practice tomorrow. Can't wait to see his reaction either..." Azimio replied with his shoulders shaking, ready to burst from the bubble of laughter building in his chest again.
Kurt for his part stood with folded arms, tapping an impatient foot and leering with utter disdain at the taller clueless boy.
"What am I missing? Is he on the football team? What is he, JV, a second-stringer? That's not a problem." Dave sneered.
"No, you giant JACKASS! He's about 205 lbs, six foot one and a half and counting, and, oh yeah, is also YOUR STARTING QUARTERBACK!" Kurt said smugly, at which point Azimio could no longer contain his laughter.
Kurt was pretty sure he saw the color drain from Karofsky's face as the realization dawned over his dimwitted expression.
"You mean Hudson? HUDSON is your step-brother?"
"Unofficially for now... But as our parents are engaged to be wed in a few months time and we're all already sharing a residence together, yes, for all intents and purposes, he IS my brother now."
"Well that's... that's fuckin' news to me." Dave shot an irritated glare at his buddy, who was now wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "Dude, you know, you coulda said something sooner. What the hell."
"What, and miss out on this? Nah-ah, where's the fun in that?! Anyway not my problem you're too stupid to pay attention when the QB talks, else yo' dumb ass would also know this dude here is also BFF's with his magically delicious lookin' little head Cheerio girlfriend, too." Azimio turned back to face Kurt again. "Hey Hummel, sorry about the uniform, man. Consider it a hard cold lesson in slushie attacks: splash back and overspray is a bitch."
"Well consider this YOUR first and FINAL lesson: throwing unhealthy icy drinks wrought with artificial flavoring and food dye on people is socially unacceptable! Now apologize to the girls before I tell my brother what you two Neanderthals are up to, and then get the heck outta here!"
"Apologize? To the Loser League mascots here? Ah haillll nah," Azimio's eyebrow shot up to his hairline. "Dude, yo'r connection to the big man and his Berry-licious babe may buy you a free pass, but I don't think you get it... we're jocks, top of the food chain in this place. A good slushie attack now and again just helps keep things nice and orderly 'round here. Avoids any confusion. But don't worry little man, we'll try to keep you outta the line of fire in the future."
With that the two jocks took off down the hall.
Kurt simply shook his head in disgust watching the two boys retreat, making a mental note to have a serious conversation with his brother later.
"Ladies, I'm terribly sorry you had to go through that. Step into my office, won't you?" Kurt said as he coaxed them in the direction of the girls bathroom.
"Um, I'm sorry but are you trying to come to the girls bathroom with us? Because I mean, I don't think so." The robust African American girl said skeptically.
"Yeah, th-th-thanks but n-n-no thanks. W-w-w-we don't even kn-kn-know you," the Asian girl agreed.
Kurt flicked his hair with a loud TSK and looked at them very seriously. "Well, that's an unfortunate situation that we should remedy immediately. Helloow, my name is Kurt Hummel. I've successfully auditioned for the first and only male cheerleading role for this lame-ass unenlightened cesspool of a school. And you two are?" He hung his hand out as if he were the Queen of England waiting expectantly for the Asian girl to take it.
She looked at her companion, shrugged and gingerly took the daintily offered hand with her own. "M-m-my name is T-T-T-Tina Cohen Chang."
"And all this beautiful, chocolatey, soulful diva-ine-ness you see here is known as Mercedes Jones — but child, I ain't shaking your hand. And I'm no damsel in distress either. R–E-S-P-E-C-T – find out what it means to me."
"Fine, fair enough... on all points I suppose..." Kurt sniffed and swept his fair-complected face into as non-patronizing a grin as he could muster. "Well. Despite that, it's very nice to meet you both. And I can assure you, I pose absolutely NO THREAT of any kind to either of you. I do, however, possess a certain finesse for expert stain removal from virtually any material, and have been lauded on occasion for my talents at re-styling hair and makeup on the fly with limited supplies. I'd be just thrilled to assist the two of you and hopefully we can salvage your fashion-forward fabrics before it's too late. Although I suppose it's less a concern for Miss Cohen Chang, considering her very monochromatic goth color palette."
The girls once again looked at one another, huddled close and whispered as if convening a secret vote on the matter, nodded, then Mercedes answered with "Okay little white boy. Lead the way."
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"You were s-s-SO right K-K-Kurt, you t-t-t-totally ROCK at slushie c-c-c-cleanup!" Tina smiled brightly as she ran her fingers through her now dry electric blue-streaked jet black hair.
"Yeah, my weave isn't even ruined... how'd you do that?" Mercedes asked.
Kurt puffed up, his ego now sufficiently stroked. "A good magician never reveals the secrets behind his tricks... Now. Do tell. How is it that two of you managed to get caught in this unfortunate circumstance with those two idiot cavemen to begin with? Do you have a class in this wing or something? I'd be happy to speak on your behalf to ensure you get a pass for missing it."
"W-w-we're not slushie virgins; w-w-we belong to g-g-glee club and were just dr-dr-dropping off some i-i-ideas on how to r-r-r-recruit new members to Mr R-R-Ryerson."
"Glee club, ehy? Really... what sort of music do you perform?"
"Well, we WANT to try to upgrade the music to something that better suits our voices and is also maybe a little more modern and from, you know, this CENTURY... But for now, we've been stuck with a list of old show tunes from Broadway."
Kurt's interest was immediately piqued. "Hmm.. Broadway, you say? How many members do you currently have?"
"Yeah, Broadway – and none of the GOOD shows either. There's only four of us for now, counting me and Tina. But that creepy old dude Mr Ryerson seems like some kind of repellent to our cause of recruiting new members," Mercedes shook her head.
"Yeah, t-t-t-TOTALLY c-c-c-creepy!"
Mercedes looked doubtingly at Kurt. "Say, little white boy with the awesome bag of magic tricks, what else are you hiding? Can you sing and dance?"
Kurt guffawed and looked Mercedes in the eyes. "Do I sing and dance? Moi?!... Oh ladies... Let's just say I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship! What time does your club meet?"
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HEAVY IS THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN.
And so it went. Finn and Rachel enjoyed their view from the top of the social food chain as Kurt reaped the secondary benefits of being in their inner circle, affording him freedom from slushie attacks. At least for now.
Kurt had tried to have a sincere heart-to-heart with Finn on the subject but was met with a certain amount of hesitation and resistance.
"Kurt, man, you gotta know if there was anything I could do about it I would, but you don't understand. These guys, they have their like, rituals and initiations and stuff. It's kinda like tradition. And I'm still new in this role – not to mention a FRESHMAN, and like we haven't even played our first game yet! There's seniors that have expectations and stuff."
"That's possibly the most closed-minded ABSURD thing you've ever said to me, Finn Hudson, and you've already said quite a mind-blowing number of zingers so far!"
"Well like, what exactly do you expect me to do about it? I can't very well protect the entire school and I can't watch these guys every second of the day either. And y'know, this is all like, a delicate balancing act anyway. I wouldn't want them all to turn on me. Y'know, they're kinda like zombies – one or two at a time I can deal with, but you walk into the middle of a horde and you're just screwed. So like, if they all get together and gang up on me, I won't be able to protect anyone – YOU included."
Kurt thought Rachel could at least provide a stronger argument in his favor and could even use her feminine wiles to persuade Finn to see reason, but to no avail. She mostly sided with her man, at least for now, but agreed to revisit the matter once the football season was underway.
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Finn had taken his and Rachel's lunch trays to go pay for their meals as Rachel got pulled to the slushie dispenser with an insistent upperclassman Cheerio.
"Come on Rachel, it's tradition, helps keep order around here. And this is the Mount Everest of slushie attack locations right here; all the losers are congregated in little groups, it's almost impossible not to have a successful first kill. Like shooting fish in a barrel."
Rachel stared at the frozen drink in Nicole's hand "I don't know Nicki, I mean, what did any of them do to deserve it?" She wondered, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Nothing; they're at the bottom and we need to make sure they stay there. Can't let them try to overthrow the delicate balance that is McKinley's Hierarchy."
"But I feel bad, like what if it happened to me?"
"Well if you do it, you'll never have to know."
"I just…" Rachel trailed off as she watched Quinn Fabray walk up to Finn, her Finn, and run her treacherous index finger down his arm all slow and flirty-like... and then the coup de gras – THE WINK. She WINKED. At her Finn!
Rachel suddenly felt like a woman possessed. So full of bloodlust at that moment, she didn't even take notice of the evil smirk and wicked lines of encouragement painted on Nicole's delicate features. A blinding white-hot rage consumed her as she grabbed the full-to-the-rim blue slushie from the clutch of the senior Cheerio with raw need and determination etched on her face. She spun on her pristine snowy white Nike-clad heel and marched over to where Quinn was just then slowly turning away from Finn. Careful that Finn was out of the line of fire, she lowered her arm downward just slightly and before she knew it, one quick upward thrusting motion sent the liquid ice airborne, slapping Quinn Fabray right across her face in the most satisfying way.
"THAT'S what you get for flirting with MY boyfriend, FREAK! Hands OFF!" she shouted before grabbing a dumbfounded Finn's arm and storming off out of the cafeteria, leaving behind a chorus of howling Cheerios and Jocks in her wake, all reveling at Quinn's public slushiecution and celebrating their Queen Bee's triumph.
Once they found an empty classroom, Rachel slammed the door behind them, pulled him down by the neck, and kissed Finn with fervor, her hands tightly gripping his letterman as she claimed her territory.
"Whoa baby girl, what the hell was all that? Not that I mind the kiss, but the slushie?"
"I know, I know," she practically cried, her brow crimped with remorse and voice full of self-loathing, "but the girls were telling me I had to slushie someone today, and I wasn't sure I could do it until I saw that Blonde Bitch wink at you! I don't know what came over me Finn, I just saw red and I swear I couldn't help myself!"
"Well I don't know what that was but it was so hot babe! I mean, you like swooped in there before I even had a chance to react!" He attacked her neck in a growl and made sure to leave his mark in the doing.
"You weren't going to wink back at her were you?"
"What?! No, hell no, 'course not! I mean honestly, I didn't even really know she winked at me until you said it; I just thought she had something in her eye. Or like a nervous tick or something."
"Oh. Well she wasn't about to get away flirting with MY man."
Finn chuckled with darkened lust-filled eyes. "Getting possessive now, are we?" He said, voice gravelly and seductive. He seized the moment to slide his hands down from where they were resting at her waist to cup both cheeks of her ass and gave a firm squeeze before hoisting her off the ground and pinning her to the wall.
Rachel produced an appreciative moan and planted another blistering kiss on Finn's mouth, breaking it long enough to say "As if you wouldn't do the same thing?"
"Don't worry, if any guy tries to flirt with my girl he'll have more than a slushie coming his way."
She blinded him with her megawatt smile. "I'll hold you to that."
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A week later Finn had to act upon his promise.
While Jacob Ben Israel had often gone too far when it came to Rachel, her joining the Cheerios seemed to have him take his stalkerish tendencies to new levels.
Earlier that day, Santana had informed Finn that she'd found JBI in the girls' locker room, digging through Rachel's locker in search of something. When prompted he said he wasn't looking for anything, but upon further interrogation (and threats of removal of certain parts of his anatomy using pruning shears), the boy ultimately revealed that he was searching for a pair of Rachel's underwear to keep for himself.
While he had already gotten a good verbal beatdown from Santana, Finn felt that JBI – and any other idiot who might get any bright ideas – still needed to be taught his lesson. It was time to send a message to every guy in the whole school. Shortly after Santana had delivered the news, Finn bought a slushie and searched for his target.
Obviously, Jacob still hadn't learned his lesson as Finn found him leering at Rachel from across the hall while she got her books from her locker. Finn couldn't be positive but from his angle it appeared one of JBI's hands was tucked out of view, seemingly in his khaki pants pocket (or somewhere quite near that vicinity) – was that fucking perv yanking himself off to the sight of Rachel in the damn hallway?! So Finn made a quick stop to give Rachel a peck on the lips, telling her he would be right back, and set his feet in motion toward Jacob.
"Hey! Ben Israel! I heard you were in the girls' locker room today!" As Finn yelled across the hallway, all conversation in the surrounding hallway came to a halt to watch the altercation.
"I-I-" the poor boy could only stutter nervously watching in abject horror as the quarterback stalked towards him, slushie poised like a loaded gun in his right hand.
"You wanna tell me exactly why you were in my girlfriend's locker?" as Finn made his way toward JBI, people shrunk back, afraid to be caught in the line of fire.
"I-I-I swear I wasn't..."
"Uh-huh. Are you sure you weren't in there looking to score some of her underwear?"
"I-I- ju-just wanted-"
Fire blazed within the hazel irises pointed at Jacob. "Yeah, what did you want, perv? S'not enough that you're standing here like a sicko in the damn hallway rubbing your little one-eyed worm while watching my girl's ass, you have to try taking a piece of her clothes to add to your sicko perverted wank bank? Well, have fun with that buddy, because that is the closest you will ever get to being with Rachel, you understand me? Leave. Her. Alone."
His low threatening growl resonated in Jacob's ears and sent a quake to his knees. Finn wasn't exactly a bodybuilder, but compared to Jacob he was a hulking wall of muscle towering over him; it was quite an intimidating scene to behold, not just to Jacob but to anyone witnessing the scene unfolding.
As Finn's snarling words began to seep into his brain, all the quivering shorter boy could do was let out a squeak before the slushie hit him square in the face, splashing into the lockers behind him, dripping down Jacob's front and onto the floor, leaving him shivering in a puddle of mortification.
"You better think twice next time you wanna mess with MY girlfriend Jewfro, or else you're gonna get a lot worse coming to you than just a cold slushie shower!" he spat, making to turn away but not before adding "Maybe next time Azimio and Karofsky would like to send you off on a nice little dumpster dive!"
Azimio and Karofsky turned to face one another with matching smirks, stepped forward giving Finn a nod of respect then lunged toward a terrified JBI. Apparently the henchmen didn't feel the need to wait for a next time.
Finn didn't bother to watch as they dragged him by the upper arms in the direction of the exit nearest the dumpsters. He was too busy being nearly knocked over as Rachel flew into his arms giving him a scorching kiss before pressing her forehead against his "Thank you Finny! Santana told me what he did and I was so scared, I mean what's next, he breaks into my house?"
"If he even steps foot into our neighborhood I will personally make sure he never has a day of peace again." Raising his voice just enough so those in the immediate vicinity could hear, he announced "Nobody messes with my girl and gets away with it."
Rachel felt her panties become wet as she tightened her arms around Finn's neck. Oh yeah, her man was SO getting a special reward for his chivalry the moment they got home! The feminist in her almost felt guilty for being so turned on by his possessiveness... almost.
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Things had been progressing nicely in Finn and Rachel's intimate relationship. They'd never been shy with each other and had openly discussed things they liked or wanted to try; it was always just a matter of Rachel's comfort level.
As the school year had progressed they'd gotten as far as second base under the clothes but after a day like today with the adrenaline rush from Finn's slushie attack in her honor, she knew she was ready and wanting more – and ready to give more too.
"Aw babe, you are so fucking hot... I could just like, do this with you all day, every day for the rest of my life."
"Finny, that wouldn't be very productive... but hmmm... it's a nice idea." she giggled while pressing kisses against his neck.
"Yeah... I just wish I could stop, y'know, erupting without warning.
"You will, eventually. It gets easier to control in time, so I've read."
"I hope so, since I'm running outta clean boxers and mom's been looking at me funny when I ask about laundry day."
"I hope this wasn't your last clean pair."
"Uhh.. nah, I think I have two left in the drawer. I already had to change 'em this morning when I first woke up. But I think we still have the house to ourselves a little longer, so I'm not ready to get up and get dressed yet."
"Well that's good, because I have a nicer idea anyway... After your show of devotion and raw masculinity defending my honor today, you deserve a special show of my gratitude. So I just want you to lay back, relax and enjoy."
He flashed an uncertain half grin at her. "Babe?"
She began to kiss her way down his naked torso, hands moving from his ribs to his hips to his thighs. When she reached his navel, she felt the tension in his abdominal muscles. "Rach baby, you don't have to do–"
"Shh... I want to, Finn. I love you, and I wanna do this for you. Just enjoy... and tell me if anything feels wrong, okay?"
"I promise you NOTHING you're doing can feel wrong..."
She continued working her magic until she reached the length of him. She approached the task in three steps. First, with her hand, ensuring he was getting to that state of pleasure and arousal. Next, with a trial run for taste. She kissed the tip very quickly and gently, venturing the tip of her tongue to run across it just once and heard him gulp air then fall completely silent. She stopped to be sure he was alright, and with his nod of approval, she proceeded to step three.
She took her time moving him slowly into her mouth and could actually feel his heartbeat pulsing against her tongue. The experience was unlike anything else she could've imagined. The heat from his length and the feeling of little movements was actually a total turn on for her.
The thing she enjoyed most was when he sunk his hands into her thick hair and fisted his hands in it. The feel of that little bit of roughness from his calloused fingers grazing against her cheeks and scalp, the gentle tugs on her long locks, it actually intensified her own arousal.
As she slid him in and out of her mouth bits at a time, eventually taking in his entire length, he let out a groan that sort of scared her but also excited her. It was guttural and primal and she wanted to hear it again. She adjusted her position, kneeling next to him on the bed so he could reach down to stroke her bare breast. The more he tweaked her nipple the harder she sucked, and with a final swirl of her tongue against him, it wasn't long before he climaxed. She swallowed with ease, not at all turned off by the taste (although the sensation was a bit weird and she knew she'd have to get used to the feeling of that warm liquid shooting so forcefully... but she decided as with anything, practice makes perfect).
"Finny? Are you okay? Breathe baby, you're scaring m—"
Once he felt his breathing even out a little and he could see straight again, he pulled her head back to him and crashed his lips on hers, hard, plunging his tongue deeper and deeper. All he really wanted to do at that point was return the favor. "I love you so much Rachel Berry... and I really want it to be your turn now. Is that okay? I mean, we don't have to, but–"
"Yes please... It's okay."
He didn't need to ask twice. His hands were already becoming familiar with the secret terrain of her body, but thus far it's been over the clothes. She was already topless and bare breasted, so he took his time, kissing his way down her neck, her breasts and torso, stopping to swirl his tongue around her navel. When he reached the elastic band of her little shorts, he slowly dragged both them and her panties down her smooth toned legs in one painfully slow movement.
Rachel writhed and heaved on the bed in anticipation. Once she was completely stripped he paused to take in the sight of her, fully nude before him for the first time. "Damn your beautiful baby... I'm like, the luckiest dude on earth."
She giggled at his earnest utterings and enjoyed the feel of his warm large hands as they explored her body. "Tell me if you want to stop, okay?" He mumbled against her hip bone. She nodded and he forged ahead, sliding one finger through her wet folds and slipping easily inside her for the first time. He felt his own heart jackhammering inside his chest and hoped to hell he was doing something right (because to hell with Puck's advice; porn doesn't show you ALL the good stuff anyway... only Rachel would be able to explain this to him, if she were able to speak – and right now, he was pretty sure she wasn't).
Her sounds became his guide from that point. She whined a little or pouted when he wasn't quite where she wanted him to be, and groaned or mewled the most amazing noises when he was exactly where she needed him to be. Learning from the roadmap his fingers had started to draw, he soon allowed his tongue to follow. He started with a very deliberate single lick across her heat and she practically dug a hole into his forearm.
"Oh my god Finn!" He stopped instantly and looked up at her to gauge if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The sight he took in assured him, it was good – SO very good. From there he set about lapping, swirling, and sucking, sometimes hard, sometimes with a feather-light touch. She responded in kind with thrashes as squeals. Under Finn's hot and apparently expert touch, she felt the building momentum coming to its inevitable explosive release, and when it arrived, so did Finn.
He honestly wondered if he was too young to be having a heart attack. Also, he was gonna beat the shit out of Puck for implanting the image of 'push push push BOOM' in his head – even though, he's apparently correct and even if it applies to other means of delivery as well. His own tremors were scaring him a little bit, but they calmed as he realized how intense her experience was because he wasn't sure if she was breathing yet. "Baby? You okay? Talk to me..."
"Finn..." she finally exhaled, allow him to do the opposite, "that was... MAGNIFICENT! Where did you learn to do that?"
"Uh... You. I just um... I followed your lead... I guess it was pretty good, huh?" He climbed back up next to her, pulling her close and bringing the sheet up over then while smiling stupidly with a perma-grin he was sure would never leave his face now.
"It was just... uh... yeah..." Rachel was struggling to catch her breath or find words to sufficiently explain what she just experienced. That only served to further stroke Finn's ego as he puffed his chest out with the thought that he just blew Rachel Berry's mind to the point of speechlessness (an unprecedented accomplishment as far as he knew).
As they lay cuddled together still nude under the sheet, basking in the afterglow of their post-orgasmic bubble of bliss, the door of Finn's room flew open.
"Finn, dad said for you and Rachel to– OH MY GOD! ! ! !"
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TBC... 🏈📣❤️