Disclaimer: I don't own anything. This chapter title comes from the song "You Can't Always Get What You Want" by The Rolling Stones.

Santana and Quinn sat down across from Rachel and stared at her. Rachel flipped a page in her math textbook and moved on to the next problem she was working on without looking up. Honestly, she was hoping that they would go away if she pretended they weren't there.

Of course, that wasn't the case. Santana and Quinn were nothing if not determined, and they didn't mind waiting for Rachel to acknowledge them. A full minute and a half passed before Rachel realized that they weren't going to leave.

"I'm trying to do homework right now," Rachel pointed out.

"Well hello to you too, Susie Sunshine," Quinn retorted.

Rachel tapped her pencil against her cheek and gave Quinn a pointed a look. Quinn laughed and held her hands up, and Santana reached over to shut the textbook. When Rachel tried to open it again, Santana moved it out of her reach.

"Stop being such a nerd for two seconds," Santana said. "We had an idea."

"It was more of an epiphany, really," Quinn added.

Rachel narrowed her eyes and looked between her two friends. "Should I be afraid?"

"Of course not," Quinn said while Santana smirked and said, "Yes!"

Rachel sighed heavily and crossed her arms over her chest. "You might as well tell me, because you're not going to leave me alone until you actually do." Random students were still coming up to her and asking about the wedding, and this was the first time Rachel managed to find herself alone in the high school.

"Well, you're not going to get it done tonight, either," Santana said. "So you might as well just give up now."

Rachel dropped her pencil on the table and resisted the urge to throw her hands up in the air. These two were lucky that she loved them, because she might have maimed them by now. "Okay, fine. Just tell me so I can figure out how much of this homework I can get done before you drag me off somewhere."

Quinn and Santana shared somewhat unnerving grins before they both announced, "We're throwing you a bachelorette party!"

Rachel stared at the two dresses laid out on her bed and huffed in annoyance. Santana told her "not to dress like a toddler. Oh, and if anything has plaid on it, we're burning it" (which Rachel took offense to, because it's not like she wore plaid often). She was still staring at the dresses when Finn came into the bedroom.

He dropped his backpack next to the bed and greeted Rachel with a kiss on the cheek. Seeing that she had thoroughly destroyed their closet, Finn chuckled and said, "Are you trying to pick something to wear tonight? I like the green dress."

Rachel whipped around and planted her hands on her hips. Arching an eyebrow at her husband, she said, "Wait. You knew that they were planning this?"

"They might have mentioned something about it, yeah."

Rachel's face turned an interesting shade of pink, and Finn stopped smiling. Sensing that Rachel was in danger of exploding, Finn stepped forward and slid his arms around her. He pulled her against him and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips.

"Rach, the whole point of this night is to go out and have fun. You don't need to stress about it. And I promise they aren't doing anything too insane."

"Do you swear?" Rachel asked. She wrinkled her nose. "Because I can just imagine Santana planning something insane just because she knows it would make me angry."

Finn kissed Rachel again, this time longer and deeper in an attempt to distract her. "They told me everything that they have planned. And no, I'm not telling you because it's supposed to be a surprise. You'll have fun, Rach. Just relax."

Rachel's shoulders lost the tenseness she had been carrying around since Santana and Quinn had cornered her in the library earlier that day. She relaxed fully against Finn, resting her head against his chest and took a moment to enjoy being in Finn's arms.

Suddenly, she lifted her head once again. "Finn Hudson, are you turned on right now?"

Finn gave her a sheepish look but shrugged his shoulders unapologetically. "Rach, to be completely honest, there aren't a lot of times that I'm not turned on when I'm around you."

To prove his point, Finn slid his hands down until they were cupping Rachel's behind and pressed harder against her, grinding his hardness where he knew she would feel it most. Rachel let out a wanton moan and gripped Finn's arms tightly and pressed her legs together in attempt to alleviate the pressure between her thighs.

Finn's mouth covered Rachel's, his tongue slipping between her lips as he slid his hands under her shirt. He removed it with one fluid motion and tugged the straps of her bra down. His mouth moved to her neck and his fingers tugged on one nipple. Rachel gasped and threw her head back, allowing him more access to the soft skin. Finn's lips trailed down the column of her throat until he reached her collarbone, where he bit down, nipping at the sensitive area.

Meanwhile, he had divested Rachel of her pants and underwear. She became suddenly aware of it when she felt the cool air hit her aching center. Some part of her mind realized that it was supremely unfair that she was completely naked while Finn had all of his clothes on. Deciding that this was a problem that needed to be remedied immediately, she tugged insistently on Finn's shirt until he got the hint and peeled it off.

Lifting Rachel up, he deposited her on the bed and quickly shed his pants and boxers. Climbing up onto the bed as well, Finn skimmed his lips down Rachel's body until he reached her breasts. He tugged one nipple into his mouth as his fingers slipped between Rachel's legs. It seemed as though Finn was intent on having Rachel lay back and enjoy herself—and she certainly was. Her whole body was tingling with pleasure, and Finn had barely touched her so far.

Rachel threaded her fingers in Finn's hair and held him close as he paid attention to first one nipple and then the other. His fingers moved slowly between her legs, stroking until Rachel was close to insanity.

"Finn!" Rachel pleaded.

Finn lifted his head from her chest and kissed up to her lips. His mouth grazed lightly over hers, and Rachel's hips ground down on his hand, trying to get him close to where she really wanted him. She gasped when his thumb pressed down on her most sensitive spot and his finger stroked her inner walls.

"Tell me what you want, baby," Finn murmured. He nipped lightly at her lower lip. He could feel Rachel's walls tighten around his fingers, and he knew that she was close. Just being near her, watching her in the throes of pleasure, had Finn near that edge as well.

Rachel's hips tilted towards him and she spread her legs farther. "You," she gasped as she tried to hold on. She wanted to feel Finn inside her before she reached that place of ecstasy. "I need you. Inside me. Now."

Finn's hips jutted forward, and he could have sworn that he almost came from Rachel's words alone. He had a feeling that Rachel was going to thoroughly enjoy dirty talk, and he was excited to explore more of their sexual relationship. For now, however, he just wanted to be inside of his wife.

Sliding his hands up to Rachel's thighs, Finn pushed her legs further apart until she was spread open. He took a moment to appreciate the view before him and took in her hooded, dark eyes and her kiss-swollen lips. Finn considered himself to be the luckiest man on the planet, and Rachel Berry-Hudson was the reason why.

Pressing on her thighs to keep her legs spread far apart, Finn got on his knees and was inside Rachel with one swift thrust. Rachel curled her fingers into the sheets underneath her as her body shook from the force of Finn's thrusts. She had been so close already, and it had only taken the feel of Finn's hard length moving inside of her to push her over the edge. She threw her head back and screamed Finn's name. His fingers dug into her thighs and he thrust one more time before his hips began to jerk spasmodically, and Rachel felt his release.

Dropping forward until his body covered Rachel's, Finn pressed his head into the curve of her neck and closed his eyes. Once Rachel got control of her body again, she began to comb her fingers through Finn's hair. Finn shifted his body so he wasn't resting all of his weight on Rachel, and the young couple laid in a comfortable silence for several long moments.

"I guess I should start getting ready," Rachel muttered. They had been lying in bed for the past ten minutes, and Quinn and Santana were due to pick her up in about half an hour. She wouldn't put it past her friends to come barging into the room.

Finn, unwilling to move, grumbled under his breath and kissed Rachel's forehead before she slipped from his arms. Finn remained in bed and watched his wife get ready. She slipped into the green dress with the tiny straps. She twisted her up and pinned it back just as they heard the door to the guest house open.

"Berry-Hudson, you better be ready to go in the next thirty seconds, or we're coming in there to drag you out!" Santana yelled.

Rachel rolled her eyes and watched Finn lounging in bed. She crossed her arms over her chest and let out a huff, causing Finn to chuckle. His eyebrows shot up at the pouty look on her face, and Rachel leaned over him on the bed.

"It's really not fair that I have to leave while you're laying here looking all hot," Rachel stated. The sheet was draped tantalizingly around his hips, in danger of slipping. He was wearing a look of supreme satisfaction that made Rachel want to have her way with him all over again.

At least she would be back with him tonight. A thought suddenly occurred to Rachel, and she narrowed her eyes at her husband. "Wait a second. If Santana and Quinn planned a bachelorette party for me, does that mean there's a bachelor party planned for you tonight?"

"Um." Suddenly tense, Finn sat up in the bed.

"I knew it!" Rachel pointed an accusing finger at him, and Finn gave her that half smile that she could never resist. Sighing, Rachel planted her hands on her hips. "There better not be any strippers."

"I kind of doubt it, Rach. Kurt ended up planning the party."

Rachel's eyebrows arched in surprise. "Kurt?" His party planning wasn't normally of the bachelor variety.

"With a little help from Sean," Finn conceded.

Rachel sighed. Sean Fretthold was a notorious playboy. She had no doubt that he would have something raunchy planned for the boys, but she supposed she couldn't get too angry about it. It wasn't like she knew what Santana and Quinn were planning for their party, anyway. Knowing Santana, they might very well end up at a strip club.

Finn climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. "Rachel." He wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her against him. Placing a tender kiss against her forehead, he rubbed her back until she relaxed fully. "Just have fun tonight. Don't worry about anything. Besides, Puck is coming tonight. Do you really think he'd let me misbehave?"

"Noah will be here?" Rachel demanded.

"Well yeah," Finn said. Seeing the look on his wife's face, he couldn't help but chuckle. She was just too cute when she was excited. "We're friends now, Rach. Of course he'd come to my bachelor party."

Rachel squealed and clapped her hands together. "I know, but I'm just so happy to hear you admit it out loud!" She launched herself onto the bed and pressed several kisses to Finn's face, causing him to laugh out loud at her antics.

Of course, at that moment, Santana and Quinn burst into the bedroom. "Thank god everyone is wearing clothes," Quinn muttered as she grabbed one of Rachel's arms. Santana took hold of Rachel's other arm and they both pulled her off of the bed.

"It wouldn't have mattered even if she had been," Santana stated. "Because we're leaving now. So say goodbye to your husband, Tutor Berry-Hudson."

Rachel rolled her eyes but managed to blow a kiss towards Finn. "Bye! I love you!" she called as Santana and Quinn dragged her out of the bedroom.

Finn laughed as he climbed out of bed. Since the guys would be arriving in about half an hour, he figured that he should probably get dressed in some real clothes. "Bye, Rach. I love you too."

"Santana."

"What?"

"This is a strip club."

"Very astute observation, Berry-Hudson."

"Santana."

"What?"

"I can't go to a strip club! We're not even legal!"

Santana rolled her eyes. "Relax, Rachel. And besides, you're the only one that isn't legal. Q and I are both eighteen. It doesn't even matter, anyway. I know someone who knows someone. Plus I plaid a shit ton of money so they would let us in."

Rachel huffed and sent Quinn a pleading look. She just grinned and shook her head. Quinn had helped plan this party after all. Of course she wouldn't object to Santana's choice of destination. Despite Rachel's protests, they pulled her into the surprisingly empty strip club.

"What's going on?" Rachel demanded. "There's no one here!"

"Well." Santana gestured to a shirtless waiter, and he appeared with a tray laden down with shots. "First, we're going to take a couple of shots to loosen up. Then we're going to take a pole dancing class."

"A pole dancing class?" Rachel's voice was full of intrigue. She certainly hadn't imagined something like this (but she had definitely figured there would be alcohol). "Really?"

"Berry-Hudson!" Santana exclaimed. "Do you actually want to learn how to pole dance?"

"It's an art form!" Rachel demanded. "And it actually involves quite a lot of effort and strength."

Santana plucked two shot glasses from the tray the waiter was holding. She knocked one back and handed the other to Rachel. "I know that, obviously. Now shut up and listen to the instructor. After, we're going to see a show from some real male strippers. And then we're going to try it out on our own."

"Male strippers?" Rachel really should have known better. Of course Santana and Quinn would have figured out a way to fit them in somehow.

"They're actually called male entertainers," Quinn corrected. She pressed her lips together in order to stop from grinning, but she really couldn't help herself.

"Just shut up and take the shot, Rachel," Santana ordered.

Rachel wrinkled her nose but took the shot anyway. She smacked her lips together to try and get rid of the aftertaste of alcohol. "What do you think the boys are doing?"

Quinn laughed. "God only knows."

"Dude."

"What, I said I was sorry!"

"Dude."

Finn pointed to Kurt, who was sitting with his head between his legs. "Sean, you scared Kurt for life."

Sean rolled his eyes. "I said I was sorry," he repeated. He took the DVD out of the player and popped it back into the box, then tossed it back into his bag.

Puck's mouth dropped open in disgust. "You're keeping that?"

"Yeah. Why not?" Sean shrugged his shoulders and seemed completely baffled by the looks he was getting from the rest of the guys.

"Because it's a porn movie filmed by you stepmom, man," Finn pointed out.

"So?" Sean seemed completely unconcerned by that fact, causing Finn to chuckle and shake his head. Sean Fretthold was really something else.

Standing up, Finn grabbed one of the takeout menus. He patted Kurt's head to offer some kind of comfort. Kurt didn't even bother to yell at Finn for messing up his hair. The poor guy hadn't expected Sean to whip out a porn movie featuring his stepmother.

"Let's just order the pizza," Finn suggested.

"I'll put on the game," Puck added. "Karofsky should be here any minute with the keg." Puck clapped Kurt on the back. "After a couple of beers, you'll forget that you even saw anything."

"I hope so," Kurt mumbled with a shutter. "Sean's stepmother was my dance instructor for five years."

Finn dialed the number for the pizza place and tried to hold back his laughter. He hoped that the girls were having fun, at least.

Rachel giggled as she, Santana, and Quinn came out of the strip club with their arms linked. They actually had quite a bit of fun with their lessons and have even signed up for the beginner's exercise classes. Rachel grinned at the thought of Finn finding that little fact out.

Santana and Quinn dropped Rachel off at the house and rounded up the rest of the guys to kick them out. They protested that the game wasn't even over yet (even though they had ate their way through six pizzas and had finished the keg), but Santana and Quinn knew that Rachel wanted to try some of her new moves out on her husband.

"Come on, let's go!" Santana exclaimed as she shooed the guys out of the house. "Tutor Berry wants to bone her husband!"

Rachel's cheeks turned bright red as the guys whooped and hollered (all except for Puck, who was still completely disgusted at the thought of his best friend and his brother having sex). Finn smirked at her and wiggled his eyebrows, causing Rachel to roll her eyes.

The door to the guest house shut behind their friends, and Finn stood. He met his wife halfway across the room and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him. She stretched on her tiptoes for a kiss, and Finn pulled back just enough to be out of her reach.

"How was your party?" Finn asked.

"It was as expected to be," Rachel informed him. "Some alcohol, a few half-naked men, a pole dancing lesson. You know, the usual."

Finn's eyes went wide, as he only registered one point of Rachel's story. "A pole dancing lesson? Really?"

"Of course that's the only thing you care about." Rachel's voice was good-natured as she teased her husband and patted his cheeks. "We signed up for a few extra classes, too."

Finn smirked and scooped Rachel up into his arms. "Really?" he repeated. "Do you want to show me some of your new moves?"

"Finn!" Rachel managed to successfully cross her arms even though she was cradled against Finn's chest. "I can't show you anything until I complete this class and learn how to do everything."

"Rach, come on," Finn pleaded. He knew that she had a tendency to need to know how to do everything perfectly, but he thought she could make an exception in this case. "Can't you just show me a little preview?"

Rachel wrapped her arms around Finn's neck and pulled his head down to hers. She finally kissed him and smiled against his lips. "I can show you a few other things," Rachel suggested.

Finn didn't waste any time in going to the bedroom.

Puck handed Burt a few car magazines and books he had requested and took a seat next to his hospital bed. Burt mumbled a thank you and flipped through the first magazine. Frowning, Puck watched the man he considered a father figure and waited until he looked up.

"What?" Burt demanded.

"So are you going to tell me what happened that's been making you act so weird lately, or are we just going to wait a little longer before you finally spill it?" Puck asked. When Burt opened his mouth to protest, Puck gave him a pointed look.

Burt sighed and shook his head. "I really don't want to talk about it right now."

"It wouldn't have anything to do with Carole Hudson, would it?"

Burt jerked so violently that he knocked a few of his books off the table in front of him. His face turned an interesting shade of purple that almost made Puck call a nurse into the room. "What makes you say that?"

"Just a hunch." Puck shrugged his shoulders but took pity on Burt and decided to back off. Holding his hands up, Puck said, "So I had an idea about how you can get some help in the shop."

Burt relaxed enough to give Puck a skeptical look. "You're not about to offer to help, are you? Because I appreciate it, but you're kind of crap when it comes to cars."

Puck glared at him. "Just because you're laying a hospital bed doesn't mean you can be a dick, you know. And I had a really good idea, too."

"Fine, I'm sorry," Burt said with a laugh. Now that they were no longer talking about Carole or what was bothering him, Burt was suddenly in a much better mood. "Tell me about your idea."

"Finn has been looking for a job," Puck revealed. "And from Rachel has said, Finn is actually really good with cars. He fixed up her piece of shit Prius last month and it actually hasn't broken down since then."

Burt looked thoughtful. He had heard from Carole that Finn had an interest in cars, but he had no idea that it actually extended into knowledge about fixing them. "Tell Finn that if he can come in for an interview, I'll give him a shot."

They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Turning, both men were surprised to see that Carole Hudson was standing there. She looked fairly nervous as she stood in the doorway, wringing her hands together as she watched Burt.

"Oh, Mrs. Hudson!" Puck exclaimed. He sent a meaningful look Burt's way and ignored the obvious pleas he was sending for Puck to stay. "I was just leaving." Puck jumped up and slipped out of the room before Burt could protest. He had no idea what really happened between Burt and Carole, but he figured they should have a chance to figure it out.

As he was passing by the cafeteria, he spotted his mother. Of course, she spotted him immediately and hugged him and kissed his cheek. "I was just bringing some soup up to Burt," Anne said. "He's still mad that they have him on a restricted diet."

"I wouldn't go up there if I were you," Puck advised. "Carole just headed up there to talk to him." Of course, Puck didn't miss the look on his mother's face. She definitely knew what was going on between Burt and Carole. "What the hell is happening between the two of them?"

"Watch your language," Anne said immediately. "And of course I don't know what's happening with them. And they're adults, they can figure it out."

Puck arched an eyebrow at his mother. "You definitely know what's going on. You're really bad at lying, Mom."

Anne sighed. "Like I said, Noah. Burt and Carole are adults. They can figure it out between the two of them. I'm just here for moral support. So don't worry about it, alright?" She sighed and shifted the bag of food she was holding. "I guess I'll just wait down here until Carole comes back down."

"Do you have any extra sandwiches in there?" Puck questioned. When Anne laughed and nodded, Puck wrapped his arm around his mother's shoulders. "Then I'll hang out with you until they're done."

Rachel wiped down the countertop at the café and looked up just as Finn walked in. She grinned at him as he came up to the counter and leaned over for a kiss. "Hey," she greeted. "How are you?"

"Really good, actually," Finn said. "I just got back from visiting Burt."

Rachel pressed her lips together to keep from smiling too much. Of course, Puck had already called her and told her all about his and Burt's idea. "How did it go?"

"I have a job now." Finn looked quite impressed with himself, as he rightfully should. Being a mechanic was no small feat, and Finn was really going to get a chance to learn a lot from Burt. "We're just going to start with things like getting some records in order, but Burt said I can start working with cars as early as next week."

Rachel beamed at her husband and clapped her hands together in excitement. "I knew you could do it! And you and Noah will have much more time to get to know each other, because he helps Burt work around the shop all the time."

Finn's eyebrows shot up. "Puck can't fix a car to save his life, babe."

"I didn't say he worked with cars, Finn Hudson," Rachel corrected. "But he helps Burt with the books. Noah is actually quite good with numbers."

"Well if his football career doesn't work out, Puck can become an accountant." Finn had to hold back his laughter at the thought. The image of Noah Puckerman dressed in a stuffy suit, sitting behind a desk all day was just too funny.

"Like I would last as an accountant," Puck said by way of greeting. He slid into the stool beside Finn and smirked at both of them. "That shit is too boring for me." He nudged Finn and added, "Besides, my football career will definitely work out. We all know that I'm better than you."

At the beginning of the year, a remark like that would have caused the two young men to end up in a fight. Now, however, Finn just snorted and rolled his eyes. "Dream on, Puckerman," he said. "You wish you were better than me."

"We have to get a game going," Puck declared. "A rematch at the River Park. Only this time, you and I will be on the same team, and we'll kick everyone else's asses."

Rachel shook her head , but she couldn't stop herself from smiling in a self-satisfied way. Of course, Finn picked up on it immediately and he sighed heavily. He loved his wife, he really did. But when she knew that she was right, there was no help for any of them.

"You're just loving this, aren't you?" Finn asked.

"Of course I am!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Loving what?" Puck asked.

"The fact that we actually get along now," Finn said. "She thinks it's all thanks to her."

"Well it's not all thanks to me." Rachel had to try and be a little bit humble. Burt and Beiste helped out a lot as well, so she had to give them some credit. "Of course, I did have a lot to do with it. The two of you are friends now!"

Puck puffed his chest out. "Please, Rachel. We're bros. That's much more manly and way more acceptable than friends."

Rachel rolled her eyes and threw her dish cloth at him. Puck caught it, laughing and then hopped off the stool to head behind the counter. He served himself a slice of his mother's homemade cherry pie and then offered a slice to Finn.

Of course, after Finn had taken his first bite, Rachel leaned over the counter and opened her mouth, silently asking for a piece. Finn made a face at her, but couldn't stop himself from smiling. He could pretend to protest all he wanted, but he would always share his food with Rachel. He speared a bite of the pie (the crust with some of the filling scooped on; it was Rachel's favorite part) onto his fork and offered it to Rachel. She sent a blinding smile his way and let him feed it to her.

Despite the fact that it was nauseatingly sweet, Puck couldn't stop himself from smiling as well. He was well aware of how much of a mooch Rachel was, given that he was her best friend after all. But Finn didn't complain once, even when Rachel swooped in for another bite. For some reason, this really cemented for Puck that Finn and Rachel actually did love each other, and that his marriage was somehow strangely the right course for the young couple.

The bell above the door of the café rang, and all three teenagers turned to see Chris Hudson walk in. It was the last person to appear in Anne's Café that any of them would have expected. Puck came out from behind the counter, offering Finn silent support by standing next to him.

"Well, isn't this sweet," Chris announced. "The three of you, together like a little family. And I have to ask, when are we expecting the newest addition to the Hudson family?"

Rachel's brow furrowed and she peeked out from behind Finn and Puck. The two brothers had unconsciously blocked her from Chris's advances. Rachel appreciated the gesture, but it wasn't needed. Rachel was quite capable of handling herself against Chris Hudson.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Hudson?" Rachel demanded.

"You have to be pregnant," Chris stated. "There's no way that you would be able to convince my son to marry you otherwise." Chris's eyes narrowed and he looked Rachel up and down with a scathing look. "You're not exactly Finn's type, you know."

"Dad," Finn snapped. "Stop it. I love Rachel. And I asked her to marry me. She's not even pregnant!"

A dark shadow overcame Chris's face. "She's not?" he demanded. "Why the hell did you marry her then?"

"Because I love her," Finn repeated. He didn't think anyone would ever understand his and Rachel's decision to marry one another. What was more important, however, was that they didn't have to explain the decision. He and Rachel loved each other and that was all anyone needed to know. They may have been too young and they had a lot of "what-ifs" to work through, but Finn had no doubt that they would make it.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" Chris thundered. His face was red and spit flew from his mouth as he shouted. Before either Puck or Finn could move (to force Chris from the café because they weren't going to put up with his behavior any longer), Rachel suddenly appeared between the boys and Chris.

Rachel's voice was dangerously quiet as she spoke. "You will not talk to him like that," she ordered. "Finn hasn't done anything wrong. You might not agree with what he's doing, but that doesn't mean that you get to stand here and yell at him. And while we're at it, you're not going to speak in that way to Noah, either."

Chris's face had gone from red to an interesting shade of purple. His lips were pressed together and he actually looked as if he was going to explode. Puck and Finn were ready to knock Chris back, because it truly looked as if he was going to lash out and hit Rachel.

For someone so small, Rachel certainly did have an imposing presence. She wasn't going to let herself be intimidated by Chris Hudson. "You can leave now," Rachel commanded.

There was another long, tense pause. Every patron in the cafeteria was watching them, waiting for something to happen. Chris suddenly seemed to realize that they were the center of attention—Anne's Café was one of the most popular places in town, after all. This little confrontation was going to spread quickly among the town gossips.

Suddenly, Chris spun on one heel and left the café. He slammed the door behind him, causing the glass in the windows to rattle. It wasn't long before the customers went back to gossiping about what just happened, but Puck, Rachel, and Finn stood frozen in place, staring at the door. They couldn't believe that Chris really had the nerve to come into Anne's place of business and cause a scene.

Without a word, Finn left the group and headed towards the staff bathroom by the offices. Rachel untied her apron and threw it on the counter, ready to follow her husband. She suddenly stopped and cast an unsure look at Puck. Without Anne being present, Rachel was essentially a manager at the café and was therefore in charge of the other servers. Puck rubbed her back reassuringly and nodded his head.

"Go," he told her. "I can take care of things out here, okay?"

Rachel managed to send a smile Puck's way and stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. She went to the back and knocked on the staff bathroom door before trying the handle. Luckily, it wasn't locked.

Rachel slowly opened the door and stepped into the bathroom. She shut the door behind her and leaned against, watching her husband. He was leaning over the sink, gripping the porcelain in his hands. A vein in his temple was throbbing, and he was holding onto the sink so hard that his knuckles were white.

"Finn," Rachel whispered. Her heart went out to him. No one deserved to have someone in their family like that.

Finn whipped around at the sound of Rachel's voice. He stared at her for a long moment, his eyes bright and intense. In the next beat, Finn suddenly had Rachel pressed up against the door. His lips were on hers in a deep kiss that left Rachel breathless. She could feel him fumbling behind her back, and then she heard the lock on the bathroom door click into place.

"Finn!" Rachel gasped again once he had released her lips. Instead of responding, Finn kissed his way down Rachel's neck and moved his hands towards the button of Rachel's jeans. It only took one flick of his wrist to pop it, and then he was sliding the denim down her legs.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Rachel knew that she was in the café that she worked at and she was about to have sex with her husband. But she really couldn't bring herself to care that much. It was clear that Finn needed her, and she couldn't resist him.

Deciding that now was not the time to think rationally, Rachel unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Meanwhile, Finn pushed her shirt up and instead of taking her bra all the way off, he just moved the cups out of the way so he could cup her breast. He tugged at her nipple with his calloused fingers and Rachel released a loud, throaty moan.

Finn kissed her again and stroked is fingers between her legs, over her underwear. Rachel couldn't believe how turned on she was, and she was entirely too impatient to wait for Finn to build her up anymore. So she yanked his boxers down and wrapped her fingers around his hard length.

Catching on, Finn pushed Rachel's underwear aside and slid his hands under thighs, lifting her up so it was easier to slide into her. As soon as he was inside her, Rachel grasped his shoulders tightly and gasped sharply.

It didn't take very long for either of them to reach that point of undeniable pleasure. Rachel was lucky that Finn was holding her up, because Rachel had melted against the door and didn't think she'd actually be able to stand any time soon.

Finn pressed his face into her neck as he came, and Rachel's body was shuddering from the after effects of her own pleasure. When Rachel had recovered enough, she combed her fingers gently through Finn's hair and kissed the side of his face.

Several long moments of silence passed, and neither of them spoke. Rachel could feel her heart pounding from where she was pressed against Finn. She had never experienced anything like that before in her life. Finally, she found that she had regained the ability to speak.

Clearing her throat, Rachel asked, "Feel better?"

Finn suddenly started laughing against her neck. His entire body was shaking, and he adjusted his hold on Rachel so he wouldn't drop her. Rachel started giggling as well. This situation was fairly amusing in some weird way.

Finally, Finn set Rachel down on her feet. He kissed her gently on the lips and then the two of them went about cleaning up and readjusting their clothes. The entire time, Finn kept laughing to himself, causing Rachel to smile. She was glad that he was at least feeling better. Things definitely weren't fixed, but Finn was in a better mood than before.

"I'm sorry, Rach," Finn apologized. "But this was pretty funny."

"And amazing," Rachel pointed out. "That was… it was…" Rachel's cheeks turned bright red and she puffed out a breath that fluttered her messy hair. "Wow."

Finn smirked and ran a hand through his hair, causing it to stick up even further. "Well…"

Rachel rolled her eyes and elbowed her husband in the side. Then she took his hand in hers and turned to look at him straight on. "Honestly, Finn. Are you sure that you're alright?"

Suddenly serious once again, Finn reached up to cup Rachel's cheek. "Not really," he admitted. "But I will be."

Rachel stood on her tiptoes and kissed him again. It would probably be a very long time before things ever got better between Chris Hudson and his son—either of them. Rachel didn't know if things would ever be okay with them, honestly. She had no doubt that both Finn and Puck would overcome all of the issues they had because of Chris Hudson, however.

Together, Finn and Rachel left the bathroom and came back out onto the floor. Anne was back, and she smiled sympathetically at Finn. Apparently Puck had filled her in on the confrontation and had told her that Rachel was consoling Finn in the back. Thankfully, Anne had no clue what they had actually been doing back there.

Puck did, though. He was making a disgusted face at his best friend and her husband. Once Anne was well out of earshot, he stalked up to the young couple. "I know what the two of you were really doing back there," he hissed.

Finn just smirked again while Rachel's cheeks flamed bright red. "Please, Noah! Like you've never done that."

"Yeah, but you're like my little sister!" Puck protested. "You're not supposed to be doing stuff like that."

Rachel flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Noah Puckerman, I refused to be embarrassed about my sexuality. You're just going to have to deal with it." With that said, she darted off to take some customer's orders. Puck stared after her with his mouth hanging wide open, and then he gaped at Finn.

Finn just held his hands up. "Dude, don't look at me."

Rachel stood in front of the school bulletin board and scanned the new announcements. Her eyes fell upon a flyer announcing the auditions for the school musical—West Side Story. That was one of Rachel's favorite musicals (barring anything by Barbara Streisand, of course).

"Are you going to audition?"

Rachel turned around to see Coach Beiste standing behind her. She smiled in greeting and then shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," Rachel admitted. "I just have a lot going on right now and I don't know if auditioning for the musical would be the best idea."

"Why not?" Beiste demanded. "From what Finn and Puck had both told me, you have quite some talent."

"They've said that?" Rachel asked, her eyes wide. "Really?"

Beiste chuckled. "Yes, really. You've supported them both so much with football, Rachel. It's only natural that they'd brag about you."

Rachel looked back at the audition flyer and then sighed. "There's just so much going on, though. And I have to put all of my free time towards tutoring and working at the café, and—"

Interrupting her, Beiste waved her hand. "I'm sure if you talk with Anne, she'll understand and the two of you can work out some new hours. Rachel, this musical is supposed to be a really big deal. They're even bringing someone down from the city to help with directing."

Rachel imagined some big performer from Broadway, of course. "Who? Who are they bringing down?" Rachel demanded excitedly. "And how do you know about this?"

"Teachers talk," Beiste said. She was grinning, because she knew that Rachel was definitely going to audition. "Mr. Ryan has a bunch of connections in the city. He's bringing down his nephew who's at the theater department in NYU. Jesse St. James, I think the kid's name is."

It was no secret that the teacher of Lima High School's theater department, Bryan Ryan, had a lot of connections with Broadway. He had an older brother that produced and directed many musicals and plays. If Mr. Ryan's nephew was coming to help direct, Rachel had no doubt that his input would be very valuable. This Jesse St. James was probably close to being offered parts on Broadway as it was.

"Okay," Rachel agreed. "I'll do it. I'll audition."

Beiste patted the young woman's shoulder. "You know Finn is going to support you no matter what, right?" she said. "He can't say enough good things about how much you've helped him since the two of you have gotten together."

Rachel was embarrassed to feel tears suddenly burning in her eyes. She knew that Finn loved her, but it was still amazing to know that he expressed his feelings to other people—especially to people like Coach Beiste, whom he really respected and looked up to.

"Really?" Rachel repeated.

"Really," Beiste confirmed. "I know that the two of you are young, and you've been dealing with a lot since you've gotten married. But I have a feeling that you and Finn are going to make it."

Rachel beamed at the older woman. It was nice to hear that people other than their friends had confidence in her and Finn's marriage and believed that they could make it work.

Because it was true. Rachel really did believe that she and Finn could make it, no matter what came their way.

Surprise!