A/N - Hi Readers! The moose has returned to the paddock for the moment, but he came back with a couple of new stories that just had to happen. This fic will be told in 3 parts. It's at least halfway written already and fully outlined to the end, so you won't be waiting long for your instant gratification. While this is technically a post canon/futurefic/AU story, consider it canon through HS graduation, minus the whole lost boy Finn and train station nonsense. I hope you enjoy Act I - think of it as the calm before the storm... =)
ACT I
Finn sees her in that red dress putting on the finishing touches to her makeup and has to stop in his tracks to remember to breathe. She's so damn gorgeous and he can't believe she's his.
He sits down next to her at her dressing room table and presents her with a gift.
"For me?"
He smiles excitedly. "Well, it's for the wedding." He reveals a glass mug with a Chicago city skyline emblazoned across it in gold. "For the Jewish part, where you smash the glass. It's like, the climax of the wedding, right? Right before we kiss?"
She grins warmly at his thoughtfulness. This boy – no, this man is the best thing she's ever known and she doesn't know how she'd survive without him and his total adorableness. "Yeah, it's supposed to symbolize the fragility of life or the destruction of the temple or something like that. It's very sweet."
His eyes are bright and excited and full of love and he can't take them off her. He shows off his special dimpled half grin and tells her "Yeah well, I wanted a piece of this town to be there. This is the town where everything's gonna change."
And it does.
They win the 2012 National Show Choir competition. Glee losers no more. The school and the entire town of Lima heralds them as returning champions. They went, they conquered, they endured. They proved to the world that together they are part of something special and left a legacy that nobody can ever take away from them.
. . . . .
Three weeks later, their diplomas are left in their respective bedrooms in the places where they grew up, grew together. Grad parties have been attended, (secret) hangovers suffered, dinners with parents indulged. Caps and gowns have been tucked away in memory boxes and yearbooks signed and stashed away along with them.
It's a sunny Saturday in early July. They're standing in the backyard of her childhood home under a chuppah erected in the fully bloomed well-manicured garden, dressed in tulle and lace and white and pink tulips.
At Rachel's request, Burt had gotten internet-ordained and married them alongside her rabbi. When Finn finally smashed that glass he felt his whole world shift and pull directly into her orbit with more force than ever before. She was the most beautiful bride he'd ever seen and now she was officially his wife. He was a married man now and his future couldn't be brighter.
Three years of love and hate, fights and fear and insecurities, car accidents and breakups and competitions, passion and promises and LOVE; love and a tether. A culmination of years of experiences led to this unbreakable bond and now they are joined as husband and wife, as one, finally. They'd lost their way a few times, and took the scenic route getting here, but they finally reached their destination – together.
He dips her back under the chuppah in front of their family and friends, just as he did in the hallway at McKinley after their win at Chicago Nationals, and kisses her with everything he has and everything he is and a promise for everything he hopes they'll become.
She's his and he's hers. Forever. Faithfully.
. . . . .
"Finn, have you ever seen anything more breathtaking than this?" She asks as they stand at the overlook, the rainbow-washed spray of Niagara Falls misting over them and taking her breath away.
His eyes never leave her face. He tightens his arm that's wrapped around her shoulders and responds with wonder and certainty. "Nope. Not in my lifetime. And I don't think I ever will."
. . . . .
They return to their small hotel room at the Marriott. It's not a honeymoon suite because they can't afford it, but it's an upper floor with nice views, cable TV, and a minibar they choose to raid. She comes out of the bathroom in a pale pink see-through negligee that Quinn and Santana helped her choose at VIctoria's Secret and he knows he's gonna love this girl for the rest of his life.
"Baby... you are the most beautiful woman in the world," he breathes into her skin as he pushes inside her. "I love you forever Mrs Hudson."
"Oh god Finn... say it again," she answers breathlessly.
He grins and takes her nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing the stiff dark pebbled flesh with his tongue. "I'm gonna fuck you all night long, Mrs Hudson." She moans loudly and grabs him by the hair pulling his mouth to hers.
Between her mewls she manages, "You'd better, Mr Hudson."
. . . . .
It's early August and they're packing up his truck. Hiram and Leroy help load her things into the bed of the blue beast that Finn refuses to part with, even though parking and driving in New York City is a pain in the ass, but he won't let his baby go. Plus he's hauling his drums out there and if he ever needs to take them out for servicing it'll be easier to drag them to a repair shop. And more practically speaking, paying for gas to get back and forth to Lima is cheaper than flying or rental cars.
"You sure you're ready for this son?" Hiram asks. "You know she's going to be quite a handful once she gets deep into her studies. She can be pretty intense and a bit of a drama queen."
Finn laughs loudly but looks sincerely into his father-in-law's eyes. "Hiram, I've seen probably every side of your daughter up til now. All the intensity, all the irrational fear. The stubbornness, the determination. It's part of everything I fell in love with. If you could have seen what I saw my first day of Glee club rehearsals, you'd understand when I tell you, there's nothing she can do to scare me away." He chuckles for a moment and adds, "I knew what I was signing up for, even back then. She's been preparing me for this day since the very first, without either of us ever realizing it."
Hiram just smiles and pats him on the back with a nod. "I think you're probably right."
Carole and Burt take turns hugging and kissing their farewells into their kids and promise to join them next week to help them finish setting up house and settling in. Hiram and Leroy load themselves into their own SUV with a U-haul trailer hitch attached that holds Finn's drums and Rachel's elliptical and everything else that wouldn't fit in Finn's truck, then they're off on the highway together to help the kids get setup in the Bushwick loft together.
. . . . .
At first they live in a rainbow colored honeymoon love bubble and have sex on every surface like rabbits day and night. After a few weeks the honeymoon phase calms down a little and the reality of daily living with each other sets in. They bicker over what's for dinner and what to watch on TV and toothpaste gunk in the sink and too much makeup and skin care products covering every flat surface of the bathroom and their dressers.
He hates her insane organizational skills that make him have to search for everything when she decides a new system is better (which happens at least once a week, and all his wants is his favorite damn coffee mug, okay?), and she hates when he refuses to take off his muddy shoes before entering the loft or pick up his dirty clothes and actually put them IN the clothes hamper.
She goes ballistic over him stinking up the bedroom from his chilidog with extra onions farts in his sleep. He loves her voice, but when she's running scales at 7 AM on a Saturday morning, his hangover says some things that gets him couch time for text two nights. But even she can't survive her own punishment, and the next thing he knows she's straddling him in his sleep on the sofa that second night and they both apologize and make love over and over for six hours until the sun comes up. In the morning he makes her blueberry pancakes for breakfast and she brings him, the pancakes, and the can of whipped cream back to their bedroom and they decide that's the ONLY way to ever eat blueberry pancakes from now on – even if it means they have to buy new sheets from time to time.
. . . . .
She starts NYADA in early September and it's a whirlwind of insanity for a while. Every version of Rachel Berry becomes known to him in a short time, even the ones he thought were long laid to rest. One day she's on top of the world feeling the limitless possibilities of her future coming to light, and the next she's as insecure as he's ever seen her, collapsing in a puddle of tears proclaiming herself a failure and an idiot for ever thinking she's got the chops to make it in this town.
He scoops her up in his big arms and kisses away the crazy over and over and reminds her she's Rachel fucking Berry, she's a star, HIS star, and she needs to shut up this stupid talk about his wife. She corrects him every time. "Hudson." He tells her she'll always be his Berry, and she needs to remember her roots too. She tells him HE is her roots, her grounding force, the reason she is able to grow. He fucks her on the kitchen table, and on the new shag pile carpet of the living room, and against the bookcase in their bedroom, and the cold white tile of the shower in their barren loft and she remembers who she is and she remembers who he is.
"I love you so much, Finn Hudson. How would I ever survive without you?"
"You'll never need to find out, Rachel Berry Hudson," he promises and thrusts into her once again.
. . . . .
His first two semesters at community college aren't great. He's taking general core courses to work toward a degree in nothing he's been able to decide so far. He's barely pulling a C average and he's getting kind of exhausted because in between studying his ass off for classes he hates and can barely follow, he's also helping her learn lines or songs for her homework and working part time at a music store, giving occasional drum lessons but serves mostly as a cashier.
She's exhausted too. Dance classes are kicking her ass and the talent pool feels never ending and she has to fight hard to prove her worth. Her dads have agreed to pay half of their rent at the loft for the first year as sort of a wedding gift, but Finn doesn't like feeling dependent on his in-laws, so he takes a second part time job at an autobody shop while she's working weekends at a diner. He doesn't want her to work, but she insists it's a character building necessity for her personal growth. Plus, the tips she earns can go toward buying him the new surround sound system she wants to surprise him with for Christmas – but she doesn't tell him that.
By their first spring break, he's joined a band with some guys he met through the music store. One of them goes to his school too, and they decide to try to make some extra cash playing gigs on weekends. She's so fucking proud of her man. He works hard and he's doing his best to provide for them and to be her endless support system.
"I think I can't do this anymore, babe."
"What?"
"School. It's not... It's just not for me, Rach. I tried, really I have. And, who knows, maybe someday off in the future I'll change my mind, but... it's just, I'm working two jobs and the weekend band thing is helping fill the hole in the finances and... and I really love being in the band, you know? I've been writing lately, too. Jerry has some stuff he's been working on too, and I think.. I think we wanna put all our energy into the band right now. Max said he can probably get us more gigs, but it means something's gonna have to give. Would you be pissed if I dropped out of school and focused on trying to make something out of this, like make a real effort at it?"
"Baby, I want you to do what makes you happy. I've known school isn't it for a while now. And if the band is your dream, then you need to follow it. I support you one hundred percent."
"I fucking love you, you know that?"
"I fucking love you more."
. . . . .
Three years pass. She graduates with honors and a chorus role in an off-off Broadway show. She worked hard and it's paid off. She won the winter showcase at NYADA three times (would have probably won all four, but a bad case of tonsillitis her sophomore year finally led to the surgery she'd refused to have for a decade had knocked her out of the running that year).
For the past few years, Finn and his band (called Dangerous, which Rachel kind of hated at first but now finds ironic knowing what a teddy bear her man and all the guys actually are; Finn explained the name just meant dangerously talented and so far, it seems he's right – they are) have built up quite a local following. They've even played a few out-of-state fairs and other venues, including a few charity functions Rachel's dads put together for the ACLU among other things. Burt brought them to DC for his re-election celebration event. They entered and won two different Battle of the Bands competitions in Manhattan and Long Island and have been making small waves in the lap pool that are building to something much bigger.
Lately they've been recording demos and are expected to be the 'band to beat' in the K-ROCK local indie bands competition. If they win, they get to fly to LA and record an actual five-track EP with Jimmy Iovine. It could (and likely would) be their big break; if all goes well, they could be signing a real live recording contract someday very soon.
Rachel's been his biggest cheerleader throughout his journey so far. She attends all their gigs (as her schedule permits, what with rehearsals and actual performances). She's also had a few side gigs singing, even performed a song here and there with the band at a couple of their shows, but she hates stealing their thunder. She's happier being the fan girl with her TEAM FINN custom-made rhinestone t-shirt as she sits in the audience watching and cheering them on. He'd shocked the hell outta her by showing up in a matching TEAM RACHEL shirt for their New Year's Eve gig last year (and he's worn it every time they play away gigs or shows that she can't attend). They'd ravaged each other in the dressing room and again in an alley behind the club between sets that night. As Rachel was giving him head in the cab on the way home, Finn threatened to punch the driver's lights out of he ogled his wife's ass just one more time.
. . . . .
"Baby I miss you so fucking much. I wish you could be here."
"I miss you so much too, babe. You know I'd be there if the show wasn't opening tomorrow. I wish you could be here."
"Me too. I hate missing your opening night."
"I know... but working with Jimmy Iovine is a good enough excuse. How's it going?"
"He's awesome, Rach! I'm learning a lot about music production from him too. You have no idea, it's so cool. ANd he;s such a cool down to earth dude too. I can't believe we actually won and that THIS is what I get to do right now. I just wish I didn't have to do it so far away from you."
"Me too, babe, but I'm so proud of you. You guys have worked so hard and deserve this shot, so make the most of it. How's LA? Been to the beach yet? Beating off those blonde, tanned, plastic-enhanced bimbos with a stick yet?"
He laughs hard. "Baby, I haven't seen anything here except the inside of the recording studio and my hotel room. Oh, and a vegan pizza shop that I think you woulda really enjoyed. It's a pretty short drive to the studio. The palm trees are cool, and the weather is gorgeous here, but it's got nothing on that NYC sunshine smile I'm missing so bad right now."
"I'm missing those big strong drummer's arms wrapped around me at night. I haven't slept well the last three nights."
"Yeah? Me neither. I can't sleep without that snorty little snore tickling against my chest, and that little hand that always finds it way around my dick while we're asleep."
She giggles seductively. "I miss finding your dick my sleep."
"Jesus I miss your sexy ass and your tight pussy baby... I wanna taste it so bad right now. You have no idea what I'm gonna do to you when I get home."
"Careful, Mr Hudson... I might have to fly my sexy ass and magic pussy out there and take advantage of your hot throbbing cock with my mouth while you're sleeping."
"Ooof.. what are you wearing right now?" He asked in a husky voice as he reached into his boxers and started stroking himself.
"Nothing. Just got out of the shower."
"Aww shit... so you're still all wet? Little water drops on your sweet skin? Hair dripping over your shoulders and down your back?"
She heard him breathing heavier on the other end and she felt a warmth spreading to her core. She knows the sound of his breathing and knew he was totally turned on. "Mhmm. I was just about to slather on my lotion when you called. You're touching yourself baby, I can tell... are you already hard for me?"
"Yeah, rock hard for you, only for you. So you gonna use that lotion that smells like cherry blossoms and vanilla?"
"Of course."
"Hmm... that's my favorite."
"I know."
"That and your strawberry shampoo... mmm dammit I need to hear you, baby. Squeeze some lotion out and rub it on your legs for me. Rub it into your thighs. That's where my hands would be right now. Do it for me... Do you feel me there, feel me touching you?"
"Mhmm.. I feel you, baby. Your warm rough hands and the cool creamy lotion, feels so good... oooh... fuck Finn, you feel so good baby...your hands are going higher up and your thumbs are teasing me now."
"Shit, Rachel. My cock's so hard for you right now. Can you see it? Can you feel it pushing against your leg?"
"Mmmhmm... oh Finn... you're making me so wet for you..."
"Yeah? You're dripping, aren't you. Fuck! Touch yourself baby. Tell me how wet you are."
"OH! Ooo.. God Finnnn, so, so wet baby... my fingers just slide right in so easy and–"
"Fucking shit Rach! I can feel your heat baby... you're so tight... ug... fuck me hard baby. Ride me. Rub your clit and fuck me hard."
"Oh god Finn, I wanna feel your huge cock! You make me see stars when you slam into me."
He chuckles softly to himself and stops pumping his dick into his hand for a moment to listen close. "Baby.. do I hear Mr Purple buzzing?"
"I'm squeezing my nipples baby, you got them so hard... Mr Purple is..oo!.. uh, a little busy... Are you feeling my wet pussy on your dick? Can you feel my hands pulling your hair, and my tongue licking your neck? Or maybe you feel your cock in the back of my throat."
"Oh Christ you're gonna kill me... you're so fucking hot. I'm gonna fold you in half and fuck you so hard on every surface of that apartment when I get back, you're gonna forget your name a walk funny for a week... shit Rach I'm coming... come for me, baby."
"I'm there babe, oh shit, Fffiiinnn! Fuck me hard Finn!"
He grunts her name and she moans his and they both collapse against their respective beds catching their breath.
"I'm catching the next flight home. I can't go another night without you."
She giggles. "Finish your recording, baby. It's only another two weeks. Maybe I can sneak out for a quick overnight trip?"
He exhales loudly through his nose. "You can't, baby. Much as I wish you could. The show needs you there, and we really can't afford the extra airfare."
"I know." She sighs heavily, tears starting to prick at her eyes. "Small sacrifices now for the greater good in the long run, right?"
"Small sacrifices. I love you baby. Don't cry."
"Okay. Two more weeks?"
"Two more weeks and I'll be there with you. We'll Skype tomorrow night after your show, okay?"
"Okay. I'll have the massage oil ready."
"Fuck, I love you so much."
"I love you more."
"Doubt it."
"Don't."
. . . . .
tbc... and stock up on your tissues for the next Act.