We're Not Really Sinners (Not Yet Anyway) - A Finn/Rachel Fic
Title: We're Not Really Sinners (Not Yet Anyway)
Author: quick_ly
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Finn/Rachel
Rating: T
Warnings: Some non-graphic sex.
Summary: Finn was as sure of her having star potential as he was sure that he didn’t.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Glee.
A/N: I usually (always) hate future fics, but I also never get any Finn/Rachel inspiration and for once I did, and well... you know the drill. This was only done in a few hours so, I hope it's not two sloppy.
--
She goes on Broadway - but that doesn’t surprise him, he always knew she would. From the moment they became friends Finn knew that whether it was from television, music, or stage, Rachel Berry would become a superstar.
Finn was as sure of her having star potential as he was sure that he didn’t.
And Finn was right about that too.
--
He’s staying in New York for a bit - looking for a job - and they meet up from drinks. She doesn’t look that different; her hairs a little darker and her body’s a filled out, but overall she’s the same girl. At least on the outside.
“So, how’ve you been,” she asks as he brings over a few beers, “we haven’t seen each other in forever.”
Her voice isn’t bubbly. He remembers it being bubbly.
“I’m - I’m good. You know, life is… good.” It’s a bit of a lie, but only a bit; his recent life hasn’t exactly been good, but he thinks saying it’s been bad would be an overreaction. It’s been somewhere in the middle, slightly closer, but not touching, the bad side. “How’ve you been?”
“I’ve been pretty good too, you know, not complaining.” She looks down at the table.
“Well, you got everything you wised for. That’s got to make you happy.”
“Yeah…”
--
As the night drags on, Finn comes to learn something; although Rachel’s managed to fake it, her bubbly-jumpy personality is no longer intact. She’s not particularly sad or anything, but saying she was a happy person wouldn’t be accurate.
“What happened,” he asks her around 1:00, when most of the other bar occupants have left and the lights are dim, “I mean, you’re just, so different.”
She looks into his eyes. “I grew up.”
And, Finn realizes, so has he.
--
As he walks her home - which is a bit crazy, seeing as she’s the New Yorker - the fateful question slips out.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
She takes a while to answer (he thinks she might be debating whether or not to tell him the truth,) “no, it’s been a pretty long time since that happened.” Her face is expressionless, although he senses the question depressed her. “You?”
“Nope, not at all.”
--
When they reach her apartment door, he lingers.
“Well, goodnight.” He looks into her eyes, trying his best to ask without words if it would be okay to kiss her.
And, as always, Rachel’s one step ahead.
“You know Finn, we’re twenty-five. I shouldn’t have to tell you if it’s okay to kiss me.”
“Is it?”
For the first time that night, she smiles. “Duh.”
--
It’s not like before.
Before it was sweet and loving and juvenile. When they were teenagers, sex was about love.
And this most certainly isn’t.
It’s fast and passionate and hard. They’re older now; they know what to do, were to bite, touch, suck. How to make it better.
Before, it was cute; now, it’s hot.
--
In the morning, she’s drinking coffee.
“Well, that was fun. We should do it again sometime.”
“Defiantly.”
Author: quick_ly
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Finn/Rachel
Rating: T
Warnings: Some non-graphic sex.
Summary: Finn was as sure of her having star potential as he was sure that he didn’t.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Glee.
A/N: I usually (always) hate future fics, but I also never get any Finn/Rachel inspiration and for once I did, and well... you know the drill. This was only done in a few hours so, I hope it's not two sloppy.
--
She goes on Broadway - but that doesn’t surprise him, he always knew she would. From the moment they became friends Finn knew that whether it was from television, music, or stage, Rachel Berry would become a superstar.
Finn was as sure of her having star potential as he was sure that he didn’t.
And Finn was right about that too.
--
He’s staying in New York for a bit - looking for a job - and they meet up from drinks. She doesn’t look that different; her hairs a little darker and her body’s a filled out, but overall she’s the same girl. At least on the outside.
“So, how’ve you been,” she asks as he brings over a few beers, “we haven’t seen each other in forever.”
Her voice isn’t bubbly. He remembers it being bubbly.
“I’m - I’m good. You know, life is… good.” It’s a bit of a lie, but only a bit; his recent life hasn’t exactly been good, but he thinks saying it’s been bad would be an overreaction. It’s been somewhere in the middle, slightly closer, but not touching, the bad side. “How’ve you been?”
“I’ve been pretty good too, you know, not complaining.” She looks down at the table.
“Well, you got everything you wised for. That’s got to make you happy.”
“Yeah…”
--
As the night drags on, Finn comes to learn something; although Rachel’s managed to fake it, her bubbly-jumpy personality is no longer intact. She’s not particularly sad or anything, but saying she was a happy person wouldn’t be accurate.
“What happened,” he asks her around 1:00, when most of the other bar occupants have left and the lights are dim, “I mean, you’re just, so different.”
She looks into his eyes. “I grew up.”
And, Finn realizes, so has he.
--
As he walks her home - which is a bit crazy, seeing as she’s the New Yorker - the fateful question slips out.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
She takes a while to answer (he thinks she might be debating whether or not to tell him the truth,) “no, it’s been a pretty long time since that happened.” Her face is expressionless, although he senses the question depressed her. “You?”
“Nope, not at all.”
--
When they reach her apartment door, he lingers.
“Well, goodnight.” He looks into her eyes, trying his best to ask without words if it would be okay to kiss her.
And, as always, Rachel’s one step ahead.
“You know Finn, we’re twenty-five. I shouldn’t have to tell you if it’s okay to kiss me.”
“Is it?”
For the first time that night, she smiles. “Duh.”
--
It’s not like before.
Before it was sweet and loving and juvenile. When they were teenagers, sex was about love.
And this most certainly isn’t.
It’s fast and passionate and hard. They’re older now; they know what to do, were to bite, touch, suck. How to make it better.
Before, it was cute; now, it’s hot.
--
In the morning, she’s drinking coffee.
“Well, that was fun. We should do it again sometime.”
“Defiantly.”