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ms_beccaMorning number 2 of 3...
Please see the first part here for summary and disclaimer.
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He drives her home from school later that week. He carries her bag to the car and even opens the door for her (because if there’s one thing he’s learned from his mom, it’s how to treat a lady, and Rachel is definitely a lady).
She talks about her day on the ride. About how this totally douchy guy in her history class made some “asinine comment” (what the hell does asinine mean? Is that bad? He thinks it’s bad) about her skirt and how she should bend over to give the world a good view. In his head he wants to find out who the douchebag is so that he can beat the shit out of him, because no one talks to his girlfriend like that.
Shit.
Maybe Rachel doesn’t know that she’s his girlfriend.
Oh, God.
What if she thinks it’s okay for her to see other people? What if she thinks that he won’t defend her? To be fair, he hasn’t really given her a lot of reason to believe in him, what with the whole cheating on Quinn thing, the going back to Quinn thing, the using her to get a scholarship thing, the bailing on her in the Glee photo thing, the bailing on Glee thing when she’d told him the truth about the baby.
Yeah, he understand why she might think that he’s not... but he is! He’s her boyfriend. Damn. Maybe he should say that.
“Do you want me to beat him up,” he says as he pulls out of the lot. “’Cause that’s what boyfriends do. We, like, defend our girlfriends from creeps like that.”
He can feel her smiling at him and he’s glad. Maybe he’s done something right!
“Boyfriend, huh?”
“Yeah,” he says after a moment of silence.
When they make it to her house, she asks him if he wants to come in.
They make-out on the sofa in her living room, laughing, kissing, joking, sharing and smiling in equal parts.
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He meets her dads on a rainy Saturday.
The date and time have been pre-arranged by Rachel, thank God she’s good at organizing and planning because he sucks at it. They’re going to have lunch together at the house. Finn brings a brick of cheese, partly because he knows it’s rude to show up to someone’s house without an offering and partly because who doesn’t like cheese?
The Mr Berrys are actually quite nice. As they make up a series of sandwiches, spreading mayo on bread, cutting up lettuce leaves and tomatoes, they hold a polite conversation. They ask him about basketball and the team. About Glee and his studies. He’s nervous, sure, but Rach is at his side, holding his hand and helping him out when he doesn’t understand a comment or a word, by whispering a Finn-lation (a Finn translation), into his ear.
They don’t really give him the evil eye at all, well, not much of one. There is a time when the first Mr. Berry (the one with the glasses) looks him up and down and it kind of reminds him of when Kurt used to stare at him in the locker room and he thinks he blushes a little bit. That is maybe the most intimidating part of the afternoon.
After they’ve talked about the plans Finn and Rachel have made for the rest of the afternoon, Finn offers to do the dishes. The Mr Berrys insist that they’ll take care of it, but just as he’s pulling his coat out of their front hall closet the second Mr Berry comes over to him. He whispers carefully into Finn’s ear.
“We own a shotgun. You break her heart, we will find you.”
When he pulls back, Finn knows his eyes are wide and maybe a little while cause he’s way too young to die and he would never hurt Rachel intentionally now. When he’s with someone, he always gives all of himself.
But the second Mr. Berry just smiles and waves at him, and he finally returns to his car.
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He can’t touch Rachel for the rest of the day, out of fear of shotgun pellets.
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It’s one of the days he drives her home from school that Finn Jr.’s little problem comes up. They’re kissing on the sofa again, quite heavily petting through their clothes (and at this point they’ve been dating for almost a month). Her lips trail down his neck and his hands move down her back to press her closer to him. And everything is going well, really well (honestly, after most of their make-out sessions he goes home and rubs one out because he’s a healthy teenage boy and it’s just not normal to live in that state of excitement for any length of time), until her body shifts and her legs sink into the sofa on either side of his and she starts to grind her hips into him and –
Oh fuck.
Shit.
Mother of God.
Mailman, mailman, mailman.
Her lips pull away as his entire body fights against Finn Jr.’s reaction.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Finn?” She must be looking down on him but he can’t tell because his eyes are closed so tightly mostly because he’s embarrassed. And he still feels like he’s right on the edge of a slippery slope that would be SO EASY to slide down.
“Yes,” he grits out between clenched teeth.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” She sounds so unsure of herself, he knows that it’s time to tell her the truth, no matter how horrible that truth might be.
He opens his eyes and looks at her and yeah, he’s still hard, but he’s not going to blow his load right this second, as long as she doesn’t touch him.
“Do you remember the first time we kissed? You know, before?”
Her face gets a little hard to read and he knows that she’s remembering it.
“And you remember how I kissed you twice then got up super fast? Like roadrunner fast?”
Her eyebrows are pressed together in concentration trying to put all of the puzzle piece together (to a really super hard human puzzle of words and actions and stuff, so it’s not much like a puzzle at all, more like a maze with clues and she has to get to the end of the maze where she’ll find the prize, except it’s not much of a prize and damn, he’s blushing again).
“Well, the reason I had to leave suddenly was this.” He grabs her hand from where it hangs beside her body and puts it on the bulge of his jeans. A weird breathy sound leaves his body and her hand brushes along him. “Stop,” he pleads with her. “Sometimes I get a little too excited, too quickly. Understand?”
“Oh,” she says quietly. Then, “Oh!” The lightbulb flickers or whatever. “You know it’s perfectly natural. Many sexually inexperienced males experience premature ejaculation. In fact there are many different methods for confronting this issue. Toys that we can use and strategies we can put into practice. I haven’t researched it extensively at all, but I do have some reading material on the subject. Most importantly, you need to know that it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” She pulls a few tissues from the box on the coffee table and shifts his shirt up slightly. She unfolds the tissue and places it on his stomach, which tenses. She unbuttons his jeans and reaches for the zipper and smiles.
“I thought you didn’t like kissing me. I thought I’d done something wrong.” She reaches into his boxers and pulls him out. And fuck, it’s amazing. No one else has... He can’t.... Oh, fuck. Is this...
When she grips him a bit too softly he moves his hand over hers showing her the amount of pressure to use. They find a rhythm together and it’s more – intense, amazing, inspiring, scary – than anything that’s come before.
He comes on the tissues and her hand (with a bit of a gasp from Rachel) before she cleans him off and tucks him back into his pants. She wipes her hand on a tissue, too before leaning forward to kiss him on the mouth again. “Thank you for trusting me.”
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She doesn’t want to come to the basketball party after the game. Something about how the Cheerios will be there and she doesn’t really feel the need to be ridiculed to her face (which he doesn’t really get, but whatever, he doesn’t understand half of what she says sometimes). He and Puck have finally started talking to each other again, nothing intense yet, but it’ll come and with the beer that Puck has been refilling for him all night, Finn’s feeling pretty good.
So good in fact that he’s drunk dialing his girlfriend to come and pick him up because he’s seeing two of everything.
“Rach, will you come and get me? I don’t think I can drive. Puck, man, do you need a ride?”
“Nah, I’m good,” he says in the background.
He’s pretty sure Rachel says that she’ll be right there. He’s pretty sure. Wait a second, whose hands are on his ass? He didn’t give permission for anyone to touch his ass.
“Get off,” he says as he pushes at the evil grabby hands quickly and walks out to the front yard of Brittany’s house. Brittany always throws the best party and ever since that one time where they were in the hot tub and wait a second... he’s not supposed to be thinking those things.
When Rachel finally shows up in her little Prius, he stumbles over to the door and pulls it open.
“Hey, baby, thanksforcomingtogetme. DoesitsoundlikeI’mslurring? IfeelkindalikeI’mslurring!”
“Get in.” She sounds kind of angry. He likes her when she’s angry, except for that one time when she was angry with him, he really hated that part. And the part where she wouldn’t let him touch her, cause he really wanted to touch her, he always wants to touch her. It’s cause she’s so pretty. And by pretty he means hot. “Please don’t vomit in my car.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not drunk!” He hiccups.
The car is silent the entire ride over to his house. He only sort of notices because he’s pretty sure he’s drifting in and out of sleep, or passing out or whatever. Because it feels like the ride is super fast and Rachel never drives over the speed limit. She’s a very responsible kind of driver.
“I don’t understand why you do this, Finn.”
“Do what?”
“Go to these parties with these people who talk about us behind our backs and gossip. Infantile people who abuse alcohol egregiously and without care for their bodies."
“Hey, those are my friends you’re talking about.” Suddenly he doesn’t feel so drunk anymore. Just a little annoyed.
“Finn, those cads are not your friends. You care too much about what those parsimonious, egocentric adolescents think. You’re better than that!” He knows that she means it, but why can’t she understand what it’s like to be him. His confidence is all fragile and stuff. And yeah, his popularity matters. And sure, he cares what his friends think of him, even if those were the same friends who threw slushees at him last year.
“What if I don’t want to be better than them? What if I’m just like them? What the hell are you even doing with me, Rachel?” He stares at her then, and yeah, maybe he’s a bit angry. Even if he doesn’t understand everything she says all the time, he’s pretty good at picking up on when someone’s being insulting and she doesn’t have a right to be that way.
She stops and her hand drops off his arm.
“Sleep it off, Finn.”
She doesn’t smile at him, or move to kiss him goodnight. And he thinks for a second maybe he’s really fucked things up this time.
It’s only when her car is gone that he realizes his anger is gone, too, and all that’s left is a black emptiness.
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The next day he goes to her house and throws rocks at her window until she opens it and lets him in.
"If you're trying to break my window, you should know that it's enforced to withstand hurricanes," she tells him with a little frown, and he knows that she's upset by the blazing, determined way she meets his eyes.
"Oh," he says, "that's, uh. Good. It's always good to be prepared."
He mentally prepares what he wants to say in his head as he follows her up the stairs to her room. It never comes out quite the way it sounds in his mind.
He tells her that he was stupid (but at least he didn’t drive home drunk). Says that the party wouldn’t have been half as lame if she had been with him (in a way that totally doesn’t make her feel like it’s her fault that they had that stupid fight). He tells her that he knows that he cares too much about other people’s opinions and it’s something he’s working on.
She doesn’t really smile at him, but she doesn’t kick him out either.
They sit and watch “Funny Girl,” which truthfully isn’t funny at all.
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The good stuff happens tomorrow on HER ACTUAL BIRTHDAY! ;)
Please see the first part here for summary and disclaimer.
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He drives her home from school later that week. He carries her bag to the car and even opens the door for her (because if there’s one thing he’s learned from his mom, it’s how to treat a lady, and Rachel is definitely a lady).
She talks about her day on the ride. About how this totally douchy guy in her history class made some “asinine comment” (what the hell does asinine mean? Is that bad? He thinks it’s bad) about her skirt and how she should bend over to give the world a good view. In his head he wants to find out who the douchebag is so that he can beat the shit out of him, because no one talks to his girlfriend like that.
Shit.
Maybe Rachel doesn’t know that she’s his girlfriend.
Oh, God.
What if she thinks it’s okay for her to see other people? What if she thinks that he won’t defend her? To be fair, he hasn’t really given her a lot of reason to believe in him, what with the whole cheating on Quinn thing, the going back to Quinn thing, the using her to get a scholarship thing, the bailing on her in the Glee photo thing, the bailing on Glee thing when she’d told him the truth about the baby.
Yeah, he understand why she might think that he’s not... but he is! He’s her boyfriend. Damn. Maybe he should say that.
“Do you want me to beat him up,” he says as he pulls out of the lot. “’Cause that’s what boyfriends do. We, like, defend our girlfriends from creeps like that.”
He can feel her smiling at him and he’s glad. Maybe he’s done something right!
“Boyfriend, huh?”
“Yeah,” he says after a moment of silence.
When they make it to her house, she asks him if he wants to come in.
They make-out on the sofa in her living room, laughing, kissing, joking, sharing and smiling in equal parts.
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He meets her dads on a rainy Saturday.
The date and time have been pre-arranged by Rachel, thank God she’s good at organizing and planning because he sucks at it. They’re going to have lunch together at the house. Finn brings a brick of cheese, partly because he knows it’s rude to show up to someone’s house without an offering and partly because who doesn’t like cheese?
The Mr Berrys are actually quite nice. As they make up a series of sandwiches, spreading mayo on bread, cutting up lettuce leaves and tomatoes, they hold a polite conversation. They ask him about basketball and the team. About Glee and his studies. He’s nervous, sure, but Rach is at his side, holding his hand and helping him out when he doesn’t understand a comment or a word, by whispering a Finn-lation (a Finn translation), into his ear.
They don’t really give him the evil eye at all, well, not much of one. There is a time when the first Mr. Berry (the one with the glasses) looks him up and down and it kind of reminds him of when Kurt used to stare at him in the locker room and he thinks he blushes a little bit. That is maybe the most intimidating part of the afternoon.
After they’ve talked about the plans Finn and Rachel have made for the rest of the afternoon, Finn offers to do the dishes. The Mr Berrys insist that they’ll take care of it, but just as he’s pulling his coat out of their front hall closet the second Mr Berry comes over to him. He whispers carefully into Finn’s ear.
“We own a shotgun. You break her heart, we will find you.”
When he pulls back, Finn knows his eyes are wide and maybe a little while cause he’s way too young to die and he would never hurt Rachel intentionally now. When he’s with someone, he always gives all of himself.
But the second Mr. Berry just smiles and waves at him, and he finally returns to his car.
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He can’t touch Rachel for the rest of the day, out of fear of shotgun pellets.
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It’s one of the days he drives her home from school that Finn Jr.’s little problem comes up. They’re kissing on the sofa again, quite heavily petting through their clothes (and at this point they’ve been dating for almost a month). Her lips trail down his neck and his hands move down her back to press her closer to him. And everything is going well, really well (honestly, after most of their make-out sessions he goes home and rubs one out because he’s a healthy teenage boy and it’s just not normal to live in that state of excitement for any length of time), until her body shifts and her legs sink into the sofa on either side of his and she starts to grind her hips into him and –
Oh fuck.
Shit.
Mother of God.
Mailman, mailman, mailman.
Her lips pull away as his entire body fights against Finn Jr.’s reaction.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Finn?” She must be looking down on him but he can’t tell because his eyes are closed so tightly mostly because he’s embarrassed. And he still feels like he’s right on the edge of a slippery slope that would be SO EASY to slide down.
“Yes,” he grits out between clenched teeth.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” She sounds so unsure of herself, he knows that it’s time to tell her the truth, no matter how horrible that truth might be.
He opens his eyes and looks at her and yeah, he’s still hard, but he’s not going to blow his load right this second, as long as she doesn’t touch him.
“Do you remember the first time we kissed? You know, before?”
Her face gets a little hard to read and he knows that she’s remembering it.
“And you remember how I kissed you twice then got up super fast? Like roadrunner fast?”
Her eyebrows are pressed together in concentration trying to put all of the puzzle piece together (to a really super hard human puzzle of words and actions and stuff, so it’s not much like a puzzle at all, more like a maze with clues and she has to get to the end of the maze where she’ll find the prize, except it’s not much of a prize and damn, he’s blushing again).
“Well, the reason I had to leave suddenly was this.” He grabs her hand from where it hangs beside her body and puts it on the bulge of his jeans. A weird breathy sound leaves his body and her hand brushes along him. “Stop,” he pleads with her. “Sometimes I get a little too excited, too quickly. Understand?”
“Oh,” she says quietly. Then, “Oh!” The lightbulb flickers or whatever. “You know it’s perfectly natural. Many sexually inexperienced males experience premature ejaculation. In fact there are many different methods for confronting this issue. Toys that we can use and strategies we can put into practice. I haven’t researched it extensively at all, but I do have some reading material on the subject. Most importantly, you need to know that it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” She pulls a few tissues from the box on the coffee table and shifts his shirt up slightly. She unfolds the tissue and places it on his stomach, which tenses. She unbuttons his jeans and reaches for the zipper and smiles.
“I thought you didn’t like kissing me. I thought I’d done something wrong.” She reaches into his boxers and pulls him out. And fuck, it’s amazing. No one else has... He can’t.... Oh, fuck. Is this...
When she grips him a bit too softly he moves his hand over hers showing her the amount of pressure to use. They find a rhythm together and it’s more – intense, amazing, inspiring, scary – than anything that’s come before.
He comes on the tissues and her hand (with a bit of a gasp from Rachel) before she cleans him off and tucks him back into his pants. She wipes her hand on a tissue, too before leaning forward to kiss him on the mouth again. “Thank you for trusting me.”
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She doesn’t want to come to the basketball party after the game. Something about how the Cheerios will be there and she doesn’t really feel the need to be ridiculed to her face (which he doesn’t really get, but whatever, he doesn’t understand half of what she says sometimes). He and Puck have finally started talking to each other again, nothing intense yet, but it’ll come and with the beer that Puck has been refilling for him all night, Finn’s feeling pretty good.
So good in fact that he’s drunk dialing his girlfriend to come and pick him up because he’s seeing two of everything.
“Rach, will you come and get me? I don’t think I can drive. Puck, man, do you need a ride?”
“Nah, I’m good,” he says in the background.
He’s pretty sure Rachel says that she’ll be right there. He’s pretty sure. Wait a second, whose hands are on his ass? He didn’t give permission for anyone to touch his ass.
“Get off,” he says as he pushes at the evil grabby hands quickly and walks out to the front yard of Brittany’s house. Brittany always throws the best party and ever since that one time where they were in the hot tub and wait a second... he’s not supposed to be thinking those things.
When Rachel finally shows up in her little Prius, he stumbles over to the door and pulls it open.
“Hey, baby, thanksforcomingtogetme. DoesitsoundlikeI’mslurring? IfeelkindalikeI’mslurring!”
“Get in.” She sounds kind of angry. He likes her when she’s angry, except for that one time when she was angry with him, he really hated that part. And the part where she wouldn’t let him touch her, cause he really wanted to touch her, he always wants to touch her. It’s cause she’s so pretty. And by pretty he means hot. “Please don’t vomit in my car.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not drunk!” He hiccups.
The car is silent the entire ride over to his house. He only sort of notices because he’s pretty sure he’s drifting in and out of sleep, or passing out or whatever. Because it feels like the ride is super fast and Rachel never drives over the speed limit. She’s a very responsible kind of driver.
“I don’t understand why you do this, Finn.”
“Do what?”
“Go to these parties with these people who talk about us behind our backs and gossip. Infantile people who abuse alcohol egregiously and without care for their bodies."
“Hey, those are my friends you’re talking about.” Suddenly he doesn’t feel so drunk anymore. Just a little annoyed.
“Finn, those cads are not your friends. You care too much about what those parsimonious, egocentric adolescents think. You’re better than that!” He knows that she means it, but why can’t she understand what it’s like to be him. His confidence is all fragile and stuff. And yeah, his popularity matters. And sure, he cares what his friends think of him, even if those were the same friends who threw slushees at him last year.
“What if I don’t want to be better than them? What if I’m just like them? What the hell are you even doing with me, Rachel?” He stares at her then, and yeah, maybe he’s a bit angry. Even if he doesn’t understand everything she says all the time, he’s pretty good at picking up on when someone’s being insulting and she doesn’t have a right to be that way.
She stops and her hand drops off his arm.
“Sleep it off, Finn.”
She doesn’t smile at him, or move to kiss him goodnight. And he thinks for a second maybe he’s really fucked things up this time.
It’s only when her car is gone that he realizes his anger is gone, too, and all that’s left is a black emptiness.
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The next day he goes to her house and throws rocks at her window until she opens it and lets him in.
"If you're trying to break my window, you should know that it's enforced to withstand hurricanes," she tells him with a little frown, and he knows that she's upset by the blazing, determined way she meets his eyes.
"Oh," he says, "that's, uh. Good. It's always good to be prepared."
He mentally prepares what he wants to say in his head as he follows her up the stairs to her room. It never comes out quite the way it sounds in his mind.
He tells her that he was stupid (but at least he didn’t drive home drunk). Says that the party wouldn’t have been half as lame if she had been with him (in a way that totally doesn’t make her feel like it’s her fault that they had that stupid fight). He tells her that he knows that he cares too much about other people’s opinions and it’s something he’s working on.
She doesn’t really smile at him, but she doesn’t kick him out either.
They sit and watch “Funny Girl,” which truthfully isn’t funny at all.
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The good stuff happens tomorrow on HER ACTUAL BIRTHDAY! ;)
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