glee fic: just a moment (1/1)
Title: Just a moment (1/1)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Finn/Rachel
Spoilers: 2x14
Summary: It takes him just a moment to realise this isn’t what he wants.
He isn’t sure why he’s mad.
It’s like 2am, and everyone has kind of hit their second wind, and it’s been like three hours since they played spin the bottle, but he’s still mad. But he’s kind of not. He’s kind of totally confused right now.
It takes him just a moment to realise this isn’t what he wants.
All he knows is when he sees Rachel stumble up the stairs, her ridiculous dress causing her to trip up, he follows her. He reaches the top of the stairs and looks around. She can’t have gone too far. The music becomes louder and the shouting becomes more obnoxious downstairs and there is a massive bang and a crash from the kitchen. He walks quickly in there, stopping suddenly as he sees her on the floor, a large pot in her hand and a few kitchen utensils surrounding her. She kind of looks dazed and he stares at her for a moment before he bursts into hysterical laughter.
“It’s not funny,” she sulks, her bottom lip pouting slightly as she pushes away the drainer and grinder that had fallen onto her lap. He hand goes to her head as he moves towards her, sinking down next to her on the kitchen floor.
“It’s kind of funny,” he replies, picking up the spatula that was sitting on her lap and tossing it to the side. She stares up at him, and her hair is kind of mussed, and her cheeks still flushed and he swallows, turning his head away. He can’t look at her like that.
“You shouldn’t have kissed Blaine, you know,” he says simply, and he wishes he had changed the subject, but he wants to get this off his chest. He wants to talk about it, in a round about way that won’t lead to her thinking that he’s being a douche, or that he’s jealous. Even though he is.
“And why’s that?” she asks, raising her eyebrows at him as she pushes away a strand of her hair covering her face. He wishes she hadn’t done that.
He licks his lips. “Because, y’know, Kurt. And … he’s gay. And … I don’t know … you just shouldn’t have.”
She stares at him for a moment before she smirks. “It was just a game, Finn.”
“It’s not a game.”
He doesn’t know what makes him say it, or even where it comes from, or even what it means. All he knows is that it isn’t a game to him. And he knows he is being selfish, and he wishes that he hadn’t volunteered to be designated driver, because maybe with a bit of liquid courage he would have been able to face all his problems with her without it leading to this.
“I’m not doing this with you now,” she says, and her voice is tired, and she attempts to get up off the ground. She still holds her head and she looses her balance and falls back against the cupboards again, a small but noticeable shit coming out of her mouth. He raises his eyebrows.
“Did you just swear?” He asks, a smile appearing on his face.
She flushes and holds her head, frowning. “I - uh, no! Of course not.”
“You totally just swore,” he repeats, his smile growing wider and she throws him a filthy look, resting the back of her head against the cupboard behind them.
There is silence. He turns his head to face her, his back still against the pantry and she is looking directly in front of her, her fingers softly rubbing her head. He stares, and he wills himself to stop, but he can’t. Finally, she turns her head to look at him, her back still pressed against the wall.
“What?” she asks softly, shyly. Almost vulnerable. He doesn’t want her to feel like that around him.
“You’re beautiful. Even when you’re blind,” he replies simply, his fingers intertwining with his own as a distraction. Because if they were free, he would touch her. He would touch her and then he wouldn’t be able to stop touching her and … it’s better. It’s better like this.
She smiles, and he smiles right back at her and then Puckerman walks into the room, rolling his eyes at the sight of them. He kicks the loose pan on the floor and it’s only then when he drags his eyes away from hers.
“You two are pathetic. Get you’re asses back downstairs,” Puck says, grabbing Rachel’s arm, and then Finn’s and hoisting them up off the ground. She sways slightly, but his hand rests on the small of her back and he thinks that steadies her a little.
“What did you even come up here for anyway?” He asks her, as Puck herds them back downstairs.
She opens her mouth slightly, then closes it, then opens it again. “I don’t actually remember.”
He smirks and she grazes his hand with her own before she walks over to Mercedes and Tina and begins talking animatedly, crashing down on the couch next to them.
And suddenly he’s not mad anymore.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Finn/Rachel
Spoilers: 2x14
Summary: It takes him just a moment to realise this isn’t what he wants.
He isn’t sure why he’s mad.
It’s like 2am, and everyone has kind of hit their second wind, and it’s been like three hours since they played spin the bottle, but he’s still mad. But he’s kind of not. He’s kind of totally confused right now.
It takes him just a moment to realise this isn’t what he wants.
All he knows is when he sees Rachel stumble up the stairs, her ridiculous dress causing her to trip up, he follows her. He reaches the top of the stairs and looks around. She can’t have gone too far. The music becomes louder and the shouting becomes more obnoxious downstairs and there is a massive bang and a crash from the kitchen. He walks quickly in there, stopping suddenly as he sees her on the floor, a large pot in her hand and a few kitchen utensils surrounding her. She kind of looks dazed and he stares at her for a moment before he bursts into hysterical laughter.
“It’s not funny,” she sulks, her bottom lip pouting slightly as she pushes away the drainer and grinder that had fallen onto her lap. He hand goes to her head as he moves towards her, sinking down next to her on the kitchen floor.
“It’s kind of funny,” he replies, picking up the spatula that was sitting on her lap and tossing it to the side. She stares up at him, and her hair is kind of mussed, and her cheeks still flushed and he swallows, turning his head away. He can’t look at her like that.
“You shouldn’t have kissed Blaine, you know,” he says simply, and he wishes he had changed the subject, but he wants to get this off his chest. He wants to talk about it, in a round about way that won’t lead to her thinking that he’s being a douche, or that he’s jealous. Even though he is.
“And why’s that?” she asks, raising her eyebrows at him as she pushes away a strand of her hair covering her face. He wishes she hadn’t done that.
He licks his lips. “Because, y’know, Kurt. And … he’s gay. And … I don’t know … you just shouldn’t have.”
She stares at him for a moment before she smirks. “It was just a game, Finn.”
“It’s not a game.”
He doesn’t know what makes him say it, or even where it comes from, or even what it means. All he knows is that it isn’t a game to him. And he knows he is being selfish, and he wishes that he hadn’t volunteered to be designated driver, because maybe with a bit of liquid courage he would have been able to face all his problems with her without it leading to this.
“I’m not doing this with you now,” she says, and her voice is tired, and she attempts to get up off the ground. She still holds her head and she looses her balance and falls back against the cupboards again, a small but noticeable shit coming out of her mouth. He raises his eyebrows.
“Did you just swear?” He asks, a smile appearing on his face.
She flushes and holds her head, frowning. “I - uh, no! Of course not.”
“You totally just swore,” he repeats, his smile growing wider and she throws him a filthy look, resting the back of her head against the cupboard behind them.
There is silence. He turns his head to face her, his back still against the pantry and she is looking directly in front of her, her fingers softly rubbing her head. He stares, and he wills himself to stop, but he can’t. Finally, she turns her head to look at him, her back still pressed against the wall.
“What?” she asks softly, shyly. Almost vulnerable. He doesn’t want her to feel like that around him.
“You’re beautiful. Even when you’re blind,” he replies simply, his fingers intertwining with his own as a distraction. Because if they were free, he would touch her. He would touch her and then he wouldn’t be able to stop touching her and … it’s better. It’s better like this.
She smiles, and he smiles right back at her and then Puckerman walks into the room, rolling his eyes at the sight of them. He kicks the loose pan on the floor and it’s only then when he drags his eyes away from hers.
“You two are pathetic. Get you’re asses back downstairs,” Puck says, grabbing Rachel’s arm, and then Finn’s and hoisting them up off the ground. She sways slightly, but his hand rests on the small of her back and he thinks that steadies her a little.
“What did you even come up here for anyway?” He asks her, as Puck herds them back downstairs.
She opens her mouth slightly, then closes it, then opens it again. “I don’t actually remember.”
He smirks and she grazes his hand with her own before she walks over to Mercedes and Tina and begins talking animatedly, crashing down on the couch next to them.
And suddenly he’s not mad anymore.