No, this is not a dream. I'm actually updating.
I'm so, so, so incredibly sorry for the delay. :( Feel free to throw things and yell at me.
Don't think i've forgotten about this story though. I just have had so many things that have been going on. I was busy with finals, then I went on vacation for a couple weeks, then my laptop broke for a while, then my internet wasn't working for a few weeks. It was one thing after another. But now i'm back to business and have been working on this story and my new one that i had talked about before. Thank you to all the readers that have been writing reviews and adding this story to their favorites and Story Alerts, it means so much and really helps keep me motivated. Also, a special thank you to all of you that have sent me PM's asking about updates and saying how much you love the story. It means a lot. :)
Finn walks into the bustling building, rubbing his face as he walks through the reception area. Sugar looks up from her computer and shoots him a wink and a smile.
"Morning Mr. Hudson. Someone's looking sleepy. Gotta admit, it's super adorable."
More than used to her harmless, flirty ways Finn chuckles and stops at her desk to grab some jellybeans that she keeps in a candy dish for everyone to enjoy. She claims that spreading a little "sugar" will keep the place sweet, just like her.
"Thanks. Ever have one of those days when you wake up so early your face hurts? That's me right now." He says, chewing on the candy. "I'm so fucking tired I don't even know what day it is. I haven't even had breakfast or a coffee."
Sugar laughs and flings a little Ziploc baggie at Finn. "Here, catch. Those jellybeans are left out for everyone, Huddy, but you can have these. Also, Rachel has your coffee in your office; she's been here for like two hours already."
Finn freezes for a moment.
"Oh shit! I forgot today is her first day! Damn, I'm seriously not thinking straight. Thanks for the reminder. Oh and for the candy too!"
He shuffles quickly through the lobby and down the hall towards his office, pausing right before opening his door. He takes a deep breath and turns the doorknob.
"Hello?"
He hears rustling in the back, when suddenly a head pops out from behind the couch.
"Finn! You're here!" Rachel steps around the furniture, straightening out her skirt. "Is it already nine? Oh wow, time flew so fast! I brought you a coffee and bagel, they're on your desk and I got your lunch covered. I put it in the refrigerator down in the staff dining room so that it remains fresh."
She stands in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips and a huge smile planted on her face. Finn has never witnessed so much enthusiasm in the morning. Ever. It was weird.
"Ummm, thanks Rachel. But umm, you didn't have to come in so early. You could've slept in some more and- what the hell happened to my office?" He hadn't noticed the complete change the room had made, so distracted by the five foot two bundle of energy standing in front of him. His office is now nearly unrecognizable and so…organized.
Rachel beams even more when he comments on the changes, not really offended by his tone of slight outrage.
"Kurt said I could move things around or even take some stuff out in order to make everything more efficient and professional. Do you like it?" She asks, waving her hand out around the room like she's presenting a grand prize on a game show. "I know I should've waited and asked for your input but I know you'll be thanking me. Doesn't it feel more open and like you can think better? I have my own version of Feng Shui that I have come up with throughout the years that has been very effective when moving into a new place. It has definitely helped my creative thinking and peace of mind."
Finn is still somewhat frozen in place until he notices his most valued appliance missing from the office.
"Where's my mini fridge? And mini bar?"
"Oh, Finn. The office is no place for a mini bar. Either way, I donated it to the Goodwill down the street already. And your TV too…and your dartboard…and the folded up ping pong table you kept behind the bookshelf."
"WHAT?" he yells out, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. "You sold them? Are you serious, Rachel?"
She scoffs and folds her arms across her chest. If he weren't completely pissed right now, Finn would be totally turned on by her standing there looking irritated in that little red skirt that she's wearing. Also, that navy blue polka dotted shirt she has on makes her boobs look awesome. They're small, but awesome none the less.
"I didn't sell them, Finn. I donated them, that way people in greater need can enjoy them. I strongly believe in good deeds. And please, those were all entertainment appliances. You hired me so I can help you get stuff done, right?"
Finn just nods, still a bit angered.
"My measures may be a bit extreme, but trust me, I will help make you be more efficient and successful. There's no way I graduated at the top of my class in high school, was president of at least five different after school clubs, lead my glee club to two national titles, was accepted to the prestigious Tisch School of the Arts at NYU, was the first freshman to be the lead in all the student productions of the year, and graduated from said university with a solid 3.86 GPA without having incredible drive and great organizational and prioritizing skills."
His eyebrows raised at her accomplishments, thoroughly impressed. He's hardly ever had to work so hard and balance so many things. Maybe she's got a point.
He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, not noticing the way Rachel bites her lip as he does so.
"Fine. I guess what's done is done. It's not like I'm gonna make you go bring everything back."
She beams at his words and starts to jump up and down, he thinks she sort of looks like a little bunny doing that.
"But next time give me some type of warning, will ya? This is a bit much for it only being" He looks at his watch, "9:45 in the morning."
Rachel immediately stills and her mouth opens to a shocked little "O", freaking him out for a second.
"9:45? Oh, Finn! You have a meeting at 10:00 with the marketing department and you need to go over all the notes for it!" She races over to his desk and grabs a folder full of papers and starts rifling through them.
Seeing how panicked she is getting he can't help but laugh a little bit.
"Rach, calm down. I hardly ever prep for meetings. I don't think I ever have actually, now that I think about it."
Rachel shakes her head profusely, grabs the folder of sheets and an iPad.
"Not on my watch. Grab your coffee and bagel and walk with me to the conference room. I'll read off the notes to you as we go."
Finn threw his head back and let out a loud groan. This was going to be a long day.
"Come on!"
"I'm coming! Damn."
When the elevator opens to the penthouse apartment floor Finn can hear loud laughter and the clinking of forks against plates. The aroma of food fills his nostrils and his mouth immediately starts watering. He feels like he hasn't eaten in days is so exhausted from his day at work that it takes nearly all his energy to drag his feet to the dining room.
After Rachel dragged him to the meeting with the marketing department it had been non-stop from there. One meeting here, another there, then she fed him some disgusting hippie food, then another meeting after that, then they did a lot of looking at charts and Excel spreadsheets and budgets, then Rachel freaked out about a pair of panties that she found in a desk drawer, that was hilarious and most definitely the highlight of his day. He kind of wishes he had a camera just to capture the look on her face, it was also the first time since he's met her that she had no words coming out of her mouth for a full five seconds. He laughs to himself as he remembers the moment.
"Let me just grab a calculator to add up these expenses. Do you have one around here?"
"Yeah, bottom left drawer, I think."
She reaches down and opens up the drawer, feeling around for the calculator.
"Got it! Wait, what's thi-OH MY GOD!"
She flings a lacy, red thong on to the desk, as if it had burned her, and she jumps out of the chair backing as far away from it as she can.
"OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, FINN!"
Finn sits in his chair, his head in his hands, shaking from laughter.
"Why are you laughing? Finn! THIS IS DISGUSTING! OH MY GOD! I can't believe I touched that!"
He tries to speak between breaths.
"You should…see your…face right…now."
"Stop laughing! UGH! I feel like I have to take a shower now. You're deplorable Finn Hudson!"
He's now having trouble breathing and has tears streaming down his face.
"I don't…even know…what that…means"
Rachel then freezes and her eyes widen.
"Wait. Does that mean you did it here? On that desk? Where we've been working for the past four hours?"
Finn just looks at her with a shit eating grin on his face.
"OH MY GOD!"
Yeah, his first day with Rachel as his assistant was definitely eventful. Although he was pretty sure she was now going to carry a bottle of Purell with her whenever she was in the building from now on. At least that's what she told him. He's just glad the day is over. All he wants to do now is eat and watch TV until he passes out because he doesn't have energy to do anything else or even deal with anyone else.
As he walks through the apartment he sees his parents and brother sitting at the table eating whatever incredibly delicious dinner Rosa made for them and he plops himself down on a chair next to his mom, loosening his tie and letting out a long breath.
"How was your day sweetie? You look spent." She lovingly runs her fingers through his hair like she used to do when he was young. It always made him feel better for some reason.
"I think today is the first time I actually felt like a C.E.O. I'm fucking exhausted."
His step father and brother burst into laughter and his mom immediately scolds him.
"Finn, language. Not at the dinner table, please."
"Sorry. But seriously, I don't think I've ever worked this much in one day. I feel like my head's about to explode."
He notices Kurt smirking behind the glass he's drinking.
"What?"
Kurt shakes his head.
"Oh how Finn Hudson suffers. God forbid the golden boy actually does the job he's being paid thousands of dollars to do."
Finn balls up a napkin and throws it at Kurt's face.
"Hey! Watch the hair, I'm going out later. And what is it with you with throwing stuff at me? Geez."
Rosa walks into the room to collect empty dinner plates and stops to pat Finn's cheek.
"Meester Finn want dinner? I made lasagna. Lots of meat and cheese. The way you like."
He brightens at her kind gesture and squeezes her hand.
"Oh my god, yes please. I'm starving. Thank you."
When she comes back moments later with his plate, the minute she sets it down he digs in like a starving mad man.
"Slow down, honey. You're supposed to chew and swallow, you know."
"Sorry, I-sohoefldkokfy. Rach-eorhdokl crap-fodolkdol. Starving."
Everyone at the table stares at him, trying to decipher what he had just said.
"Can you say that in English please now that you ate that entire thing in 60 seconds flat?" Kurt asks.
Finn finishes chewing his final bite of food and takes a drink of water.
"I said sorry, I'm so hungry. Rachel gave me crap food."
Burt raises an eyebrow, now curious.
"Who's Rachel?"
At his father's question, Kurt sits up straight with a huge smile on his face, clearly proud of himself.
"Rachel is Finn's new assistant, who I hired for him. She is an extremely driven girl I met a while ago that has been looking for a job for a long time. When Finn told me he was looking for an assistant I knew she'd be perfect for the job, and from the looks of it she is. You're welcome by the way."
Finn glares at his brother.
"Yeah, thanks to you I ate a shitty vegan wrap and some disgusting green drink that tastes like ass and definitely did not boost my energy levels like she claimed it would. Oh and she GAVE AWAY HALF THE SHIT THAT WAS IN MY OFFICE!"
His mom slaps his shoulder.
"Language! Don't make me tell you again."
Kurt covers his mouth with his hand as he bursts into giggles.
"Oh my god, she's even better than I expected."
Finn just sits in his seat glaring at his brother, trying to cause Kurt to spontaneously combust into flames with his mind. His mom does little to sympathize with his situation though.
"Oh yeah? Hey, Burt and Mom, Kurt hired Rachel because he's trying to hook up with her friend Blaine. That's probably who he's going out with tonight."
Kurt glares at him, mouth wide open, absolutely fuming, looking as if he's about to jump across the table and stab him with his butter knife.
"Carole, you know the Monet painting that you LOVED so much but was ruined? It was Finn! He did it! He was playing darts with his idiot friends and threw one while blindfolded and it tore right through it!"
"HEY! That was like back in high school! Not cool, dude!"
Carole's eyebrows shoot up and turns to look at him.
"Finn! You said it was one of the window cleaner guys! I had him fired!"
"I'm sorry! I freaked out!" He gives his brother a dirty look. "Thanks a lot you narc."
Kurt sticks his tongue out at him.
His step-father raises his hands and speaks up.
"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down everybody. Finn, you're getting your mother a new painting. Carole, just forget about it. It was years ago, Finn was an idiot. And Kurt, don't hire people so that you can date their friends. I'll let this one slide though cause you did good this time it seems."
Carole nods her head.
"I'll thank you on Finn's behalf, Kurt. Rachel's first day on the job and he is about to collapse from exhaustion, I like her already."
Burt laughs along with her and raises his glass of iced tea.
"To Rachel the assistant, may she keep making Finn's life a living hell and supply us with endless dinner table entertainment."
At that Carole and Kurt clink their glasses together and yell out, "Cheers!"
Finn crosses his arms and slumps further into his chair.
"You guys suck."
Rosa comes back to pick up his plate and pats his cheek once again.
"Meester Finn, I bring you dessert. I make my special empanadas just for you."
He slings an arm around her and squeezes her, burying his face into her shoulder.
"Rosa, you're my favorite person ever. Everyone here has betrayed me. You're all I have now."
Laughter fills the room, the small family fully enjoying each other's company in their own way.
"Drama queen." Kurt mutters under his breath.
Finn stuffs an empanada in his mouth and flips him off.
"Finn, not at the dinner table!"
Hope you liked the new chapter! Sometimes I get carried away when writing Finn/Kurt scenes. They're just so fun to write!
The next one is going to have a lot more Finchel interaction and sexual tension will begin to fill the office. ;)
Also, the first chapter for my new fic should be up by tomorrow or Monday at the latest. So keep an eye out for that.
Remember, reviews are love! :)