FIC: Tawdry/Tawdry'd (Finn/Rachel)
FIC: Tawdry/Tawdry’d: An Exercise in Verbs
Author:berry_hearts
Disclaimer: I do not own glee and make no profit from this work of fiction
Rating: PG-14ish. Adult Concepts
Prompt: Rachel/Finn; Sequined Legwarmers (he’s got a kink for them via glee_kink_meme)
AN: There is no smut in this fic, sorry anon. i will try to write a smutty-esque sequel
SEQUEL: HERE
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He spends the majority of the summer on the lawn chair next to Rachel’s Dad’s pool, in proper swimming attire while Rachel sits on his lap and- he can’t call it kissing because there’s more than kissing involved and he can’t call it making out because that’s “grammatically incorrect”. All Rachel says when they’re doing it is “tawdry, tawdry” and he looks it up in the dictionary once he figures out how to spell it. Why she can’t just say sexy or hot is beyond him, but when his tongue is wrapped around hers and doing that weird rubbing thing she does- he can’t really complain. (Literally or Figuratively- Rachel made him “differentiate” the two on his birthday when she asked him what he wanted)
He has red marks from the plastic chair across his back (he does not mind at all that Rachel likes being on top- besides he’s like three times bigger than she is and even though he knows it’s not possible, he’s seen enough ants being stepped on and sumo wrestlers attacking other sumo wrestlers to know that smushing your girlfriend is not sexy or even tawdry at all). And one day when he jokes about being out of shape, he comes back from the bathroom and it turns out that Rachel was serious about working out with him. He chokes on his own spit when he sees her- goofy headband, stretched out sweatshirt, tank top-
“How Flashdance of you, Rach.” He joked, his gaze turning further south and seeing them. Bright pink Leg warmers sit above her white tennis shoes, with red sequins to match her headband. She looks ridiculous, but for some reason he can’t shake the legwarmers- they hug her calves perfectly and he gets so distracted trying to figure out how she got them on that she’s beat him outside and got some lame musical theater training tape in her TV she made him push outside yesterday so she could watch The Vampire Diaries while they tawdry, tawdry’d or whatever he should call it.
The tape kicks his ass.
Singing while doing jumping jacks or the steppers Rachel has set up was okay but then he was doing crunches and chin-ups against the doorframe - and then they had to run a mile while singing some song from Annie. About the sun and whatnot. He probably should watch more musicals and sing instead of playing MW2 with Artie in the 2 hours a week he spends away from Rachel. That would score him bonus points, with her right? and he was the co-captain of glee, he should be- in the know about that sort of thing.
Her ponytail swishes behind her and he’s her boyfriend so he watches her ass move (like normal) but then his gaze goes down to the damn legwarmers. It’s got to be 90 degrees in Lima, but she’s wearing them and he can practically see the single drop of sweat fall down her leg. He wants to touch her so he can lick it off-
Correction: the Tape kicks his ass because he has an erection halfway through.
The run over, she turns off the tape in the way back into the house and talks animatedly about Regionals and Advanced Math Class and how Mr. Schuester took over the choir class and studying for Spanish and Brunch. He puts his palms flat against the counter so he can lean and watch her pull the ingredients for smoothies, her round bottom lifting perfectly to grab the bananas.
She spills some yogurt on the sweatshirt and pulls it over her head before grabbing the ice from the refrigerator, She smiles when she catches his eye and he can’t even focus on what she’s saying because he’s a seventeen year old musicgeekboy with a girlfriend who sings and has great legwarmers and will have sex with him regularly. He makes a mental note to teach her how to play the drums when his hormones die down but he doesn’t see that happening until winter when he’s sleepy and cold all the time. Maybe she’ll have yellow legwarmers to match her yellow cardigan, and maybe after building a snowman in his front yard they can do it front of the fireplace with just the sweater and the legwarmers on-
She makes him a papaya smoothie and he skips it to pin her against the counter and kiss her. He presses his erection against the apex of her thighs and frowns disapprovingly when she pulls away from him.
“Whoa, what’s that for?”
“I like your legwarmers.” He mumbled, praying she didn’t hear him. Kissing her neck always distracted her so he nuzzled the side of her face before propping her up on the counter so he could be level with her neck. Her fathers wouldn’t be home for hours so he could probably lick his way down to her legwarmers and grab the chair to try that oral thing out.
“Wh-Wha?” She whispered, her fingers threading into his hair. Her moans become pants, and he knows that if he just pulled her running shorts down he could skim the leg warmers before finding out what color panties Rachel was wearing today. They were hopefully sequined and matched the legwarmers-
The loud coughing from the other side of the kitchen scares both of them, and he jumps back from the nice cradle of Rachel’s legwarmers to- glare angrily at Noah Puckerman who is in his (Rachel’s) kitchen with Drizzle, not his (but Puck’s) baby. His erection had never gone away faster.
“Hi, Noah!” Rachel chirps, smoothing down her shorts before hopping off the counter. “Hi, Precious.”
“Rachel. Finn.” Puck looks like he punched him again and Finn can’t help but find some pleasure from that.
“Your Dad said you had some bottles and stuff we could have.”
Rachel shimmies around the island and heads for the garage, leaving the two of them (and Hannah Riley Puckerman) in the kitchen. Hannah is blonde and blue-eyed and her little tuft of blonde hair looks like a mohawk. It had made his former best friend very proud whenever he saw the two of them out- Hannah strapped in some weird kangaroo wrap pouch that some African tribe invented or something. Mercedes gave it to him as a gift. Puck had her dressed in a black onesie that said “I love rock and roll” And if the circumstances were different he would have found that cool, too.
“You guys doing okay?” he says awkwardly, trying to find the right words. The most important people in his life had betrayed him and now he was making bad conversation with one of them to pass the time.
“Yeah. You and Rachel?”
“Good.” He smiles genuinely. “I was never the right guy for Quinn.” He blurts. He doesn’t necessarily think that lying, womanizer is the best man for her either,but he makes her laugh which is something he was never good at. And he obviously cares a lot about the baby.
“I know.” Puck replies, taking the bag from Rachel and heading out the front door. And maybe Finn forgave him a little in that instant because he knew that this was the preferred ending in his story. Being with Quinn, the baby, he would have always wondered “what if?”. Because Rachel was in his life dating or not dating, Tawdry or- not-Tawdry.
Rachel does a few spins to reach him and smiles when he catches her in the dip, “I’m glad you’re not the right guy for Quinn either.”
Finn takes one look at her leg in the air, the two of them crouched low and smirks, “-You mind keeping them on for a bit?”
She blushes but nods, and takes his hand to lead him towards her bedroom.
He’s glad she’s the right one for him.
Author:berry_hearts
Disclaimer: I do not own glee and make no profit from this work of fiction
Rating: PG-14ish. Adult Concepts
Prompt: Rachel/Finn; Sequined Legwarmers (he’s got a kink for them via glee_kink_meme)
AN: There is no smut in this fic, sorry anon. i will try to write a smutty-esque sequel
SEQUEL: HERE
.
He spends the majority of the summer on the lawn chair next to Rachel’s Dad’s pool, in proper swimming attire while Rachel sits on his lap and- he can’t call it kissing because there’s more than kissing involved and he can’t call it making out because that’s “grammatically incorrect”. All Rachel says when they’re doing it is “tawdry, tawdry” and he looks it up in the dictionary once he figures out how to spell it. Why she can’t just say sexy or hot is beyond him, but when his tongue is wrapped around hers and doing that weird rubbing thing she does- he can’t really complain. (Literally or Figuratively- Rachel made him “differentiate” the two on his birthday when she asked him what he wanted)
He has red marks from the plastic chair across his back (he does not mind at all that Rachel likes being on top- besides he’s like three times bigger than she is and even though he knows it’s not possible, he’s seen enough ants being stepped on and sumo wrestlers attacking other sumo wrestlers to know that smushing your girlfriend is not sexy or even tawdry at all). And one day when he jokes about being out of shape, he comes back from the bathroom and it turns out that Rachel was serious about working out with him. He chokes on his own spit when he sees her- goofy headband, stretched out sweatshirt, tank top-
“How Flashdance of you, Rach.” He joked, his gaze turning further south and seeing them. Bright pink Leg warmers sit above her white tennis shoes, with red sequins to match her headband. She looks ridiculous, but for some reason he can’t shake the legwarmers- they hug her calves perfectly and he gets so distracted trying to figure out how she got them on that she’s beat him outside and got some lame musical theater training tape in her TV she made him push outside yesterday so she could watch The Vampire Diaries while they tawdry, tawdry’d or whatever he should call it.
The tape kicks his ass.
Singing while doing jumping jacks or the steppers Rachel has set up was okay but then he was doing crunches and chin-ups against the doorframe - and then they had to run a mile while singing some song from Annie. About the sun and whatnot. He probably should watch more musicals and sing instead of playing MW2 with Artie in the 2 hours a week he spends away from Rachel. That would score him bonus points, with her right? and he was the co-captain of glee, he should be- in the know about that sort of thing.
Her ponytail swishes behind her and he’s her boyfriend so he watches her ass move (like normal) but then his gaze goes down to the damn legwarmers. It’s got to be 90 degrees in Lima, but she’s wearing them and he can practically see the single drop of sweat fall down her leg. He wants to touch her so he can lick it off-
Correction: the Tape kicks his ass because he has an erection halfway through.
The run over, she turns off the tape in the way back into the house and talks animatedly about Regionals and Advanced Math Class and how Mr. Schuester took over the choir class and studying for Spanish and Brunch. He puts his palms flat against the counter so he can lean and watch her pull the ingredients for smoothies, her round bottom lifting perfectly to grab the bananas.
She spills some yogurt on the sweatshirt and pulls it over her head before grabbing the ice from the refrigerator, She smiles when she catches his eye and he can’t even focus on what she’s saying because he’s a seventeen year old musicgeekboy with a girlfriend who sings and has great legwarmers and will have sex with him regularly. He makes a mental note to teach her how to play the drums when his hormones die down but he doesn’t see that happening until winter when he’s sleepy and cold all the time. Maybe she’ll have yellow legwarmers to match her yellow cardigan, and maybe after building a snowman in his front yard they can do it front of the fireplace with just the sweater and the legwarmers on-
She makes him a papaya smoothie and he skips it to pin her against the counter and kiss her. He presses his erection against the apex of her thighs and frowns disapprovingly when she pulls away from him.
“Whoa, what’s that for?”
“I like your legwarmers.” He mumbled, praying she didn’t hear him. Kissing her neck always distracted her so he nuzzled the side of her face before propping her up on the counter so he could be level with her neck. Her fathers wouldn’t be home for hours so he could probably lick his way down to her legwarmers and grab the chair to try that oral thing out.
“Wh-Wha?” She whispered, her fingers threading into his hair. Her moans become pants, and he knows that if he just pulled her running shorts down he could skim the leg warmers before finding out what color panties Rachel was wearing today. They were hopefully sequined and matched the legwarmers-
The loud coughing from the other side of the kitchen scares both of them, and he jumps back from the nice cradle of Rachel’s legwarmers to- glare angrily at Noah Puckerman who is in his (Rachel’s) kitchen with Drizzle, not his (but Puck’s) baby. His erection had never gone away faster.
“Hi, Noah!” Rachel chirps, smoothing down her shorts before hopping off the counter. “Hi, Precious.”
“Rachel. Finn.” Puck looks like he punched him again and Finn can’t help but find some pleasure from that.
“Your Dad said you had some bottles and stuff we could have.”
Rachel shimmies around the island and heads for the garage, leaving the two of them (and Hannah Riley Puckerman) in the kitchen. Hannah is blonde and blue-eyed and her little tuft of blonde hair looks like a mohawk. It had made his former best friend very proud whenever he saw the two of them out- Hannah strapped in some weird kangaroo wrap pouch that some African tribe invented or something. Mercedes gave it to him as a gift. Puck had her dressed in a black onesie that said “I love rock and roll” And if the circumstances were different he would have found that cool, too.
“You guys doing okay?” he says awkwardly, trying to find the right words. The most important people in his life had betrayed him and now he was making bad conversation with one of them to pass the time.
“Yeah. You and Rachel?”
“Good.” He smiles genuinely. “I was never the right guy for Quinn.” He blurts. He doesn’t necessarily think that lying, womanizer is the best man for her either,but he makes her laugh which is something he was never good at. And he obviously cares a lot about the baby.
“I know.” Puck replies, taking the bag from Rachel and heading out the front door. And maybe Finn forgave him a little in that instant because he knew that this was the preferred ending in his story. Being with Quinn, the baby, he would have always wondered “what if?”. Because Rachel was in his life dating or not dating, Tawdry or- not-Tawdry.
Rachel does a few spins to reach him and smiles when he catches her in the dip, “I’m glad you’re not the right guy for Quinn either.”
Finn takes one look at her leg in the air, the two of them crouched low and smirks, “-You mind keeping them on for a bit?”
She blushes but nods, and takes his hand to lead him towards her bedroom.
He’s glad she’s the right one for him.