Friday Night
Title: Friday Night
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Finn/Rachel
Summary: Really just a pointless little drabble that takes place after the S3 premier. Key there is pointless.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
So, all he should be thinking about is Rachel. Seriously, he's finally got her alone after a week of seeing her only at school, and the first thing she did was grab the front of his shirt and pull him onto his bed with her, which, awesome, and like, totally what he should want to do. And it's not that he doesn't want to, because she smells like apples in the autumn (and vanilla in the winter and cherry blossom in the spring and linen in the summer; she's told him her perfume palette, or whatever). And he really loves apples, and her, and making out. So.
Still. He's lying here half on top of her and she's making all these awesome sounds she usually makes. And he's thinking of how he can hear people walking around in the house - Kurt and Blaine, and then his mom a few minutes later - and how this skirt she's wearing is really long and not at all something he wants her to wear again, and how her socks are rubbing against his calf when she slips her toes under his pant leg.
He's really not thinking about just kissing her. It's weird.
"Wait," he says, all distracted, and Rachel's lips are shiny with a little spit, which is super hot, but she's looking up at him like she's done something wrong, and he feels like a dick for putting that look on her face. So he kisses her just once, gently, and sighs and rolls off her.
"What's wrong?" She puts her hand on his chest and he loves that she does that. "Why does it feel like you're in a hundred different places, and none of them are here with me?"
Yeah, he's a dick. "That's not..." He turns to look at her and watches her tongue come out to lick her lips. "I'm here." She smiles and brushes her fingers through his hair. "I'm thinking about Santana."
She laughs like she does when she's mad, not actually laughing. "Wow, Finn."
She tries to sit up, but he grabs her arm and says, "No, not like that. God. Rachel, no. Come back here." She does, but she doesn't look all that happy about this whole thing. "I know what she did was wrong, but I don't think it's fair that Mr. Schue kicked her out."
Rachel stands up before he can stop her this time, and crosses her arms over her chest. She looks really mad at him, but not because he's talking about Santana. It's more like she just doesn't agree with him. He's learned a lot about being her boyfriend over the summer, and one of those things is that they can disagree on stuff and it doesn't have to be like, a huge fight or anything.
Still, he's thinking this might be.
"How can you say that?" Rachel asks. "She ruined our project, not to mention how unsafe it was. She doesn't consider the results of her actions, and we all end up suffering for it."
"I know, but..."
"And she's supposed to be our friend, Finn. How are we supposed to trust her on a stage with us if we can't trust her in the halls of our own school? How do we know she's not going to come with us to Nationals just to sabotage us? Would you put it past Miss Sylvester?"
"No," he says, because yeah, she's making really good points. He sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed. "But she's not Miss Sylvester, Rachel."
"She has a funny way of showing that."
"I don't know what her deal is, okay?" he says, and grabs her elbow. She rolls her eyes as she uncrosses her arms, but then she kind of smiles, even though she's not looking at him. "But she doesn't hate glee club, so like, maybe Sylvester hypnotized her or something."
"Finn," Rachel giggles. "Maybe she just wants the best of both worlds and doesn't know how to get it."
"Sounds familiar." He looks up at her, because he really shouldn't have said that. She presses her lips together and stares at him. "You know, it was really cool that you talked to Quinn the other day."
"It didn't do any good."
He pulls her towards him and she sits down on his thigh, which he totally loves. She weighs like 20 pounds and always feels so tiny when he's got her like this. "Give her some time, okay? Quinn like, needs to digest things."
"What, like baby kittens?" Rachel mumbles. He laughs really loudly and she's chewing her lip and her cheeks are all red when she looks at him. "Sorry."
He kisses her 'cause he wants to. "You just always bring the group together, Rach. Sometimes you're like, the only one brave enough to do it."
"You mean bossy enough."
"No." He rubs his hand over her thigh and she plays with the front of his shirt. "But like, Blaine probably has a bunch of ideas to like, do group bonding or something."
She looks at him like she knows what's going on in his head, which is always scary. It's not like there's a ton of shit he's trying to keep a secret or anything, but still. She just knows everything. He likes that. Sometimes he can read her mind, too. Well, sort of. What he thinks is always like, the really short version of whatever she's thinking, but he still gets her.
"Finn," she whispers, "are you feeling threatened?"
"What? No. I'm just like, worried he's gonna be the leader and you'll pick him to be your co-captain."
She kisses his cheek. "That's what it means to feel threatened."
"Oh."
"I'd never pick anyone else over you," she says quietly. This is familiar, too. He likes it. It scares the hell out of him, though, because he knows how it all went down last time they said something like this. "I'm sorry I was so neglectful of our relationship this week."
He shrugs. "Just sucked going from seeing you like, every day and hanging out, to just seeing you between classes."
"I know."
"Do you?" He's not looking at her. He doesn't know why. Sometimes it's hard to look at her these days. Like when he's thinking he misses her so fucking much and he's also thinking she didn't really miss him at all.
"How can you..."
"'Cause you like, hung out with Kurt more than you hung out with me." She puts her hand on his face and, yeah, she's so fucking pretty. "I just miss you."
He shrugs his shoulder for good measure.
Rachel straddles his lap, so yeah. Um.
(Honestly. Stupid long skirt.)
"Maybe we should stop talking about your ex-girlfriends, and your brother's boyfriend, and my best friend, then, don't you think?"
"Um. Maybe."
She laughs and kisses him, and he puts his hands on her butt (he's totally allowed) and pulls her a little closer. "Maybe you should pay attention to me instead of everything else on your mind," she says, moving her lips up his jaw to his ear. "Will you let me distract you?"
He swallows and moves his hand a bit on her ass. She makes this noise right by his ear, so that's awesome. "How?" She pulls back, but her hands are still on the sides of his neck. "I mean, you have ideas, right?"
She giggles at him and nods, and he just raises his brow. Yeah, this summer? He also learned that she gets really fucking worked up just from talking, which like, makes sense, and he knows it's super hot, but he didn't think...Like, Rachel gets turned on when she talks. He sometimes thinks she likes it better than when he talks to her. But she's better at it than he is. So. It really just works for both of them.
"Maybe we could do that thing," she suggests. He doesn't know what thing, but it can't be bad, the way he sees it. "Like two weeks ago in your truck. I marked it in my day planner. And actually, I was thinking about it the other day and I might have come up with something to make it even better and..." Her face kind of scrunches up. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You were thinking about it the other day?"
"Oh." She goes all pink and he slides his hands up her back. "Yes."
He still doesn't know which thing in his truck, or like, even which time, because he, you know, doesn't mark them on a calendar or whatever. But he probably could guess what she's talking about, and yes, he's game for it.
"Let's lie down," he says, and she just giggles again and kisses him and kind of nods her head as she does it.
He doesn't think about glee club or Santana or Quinn or Blaine or anything, really, except Rachel and what she's doing and the way she talks in his ear and says things about how his kisses taste today, and how she feels too hot for her own skin, and, "Kiss me if you like it."
He likes everything, basically, so of course he kisses her.
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Finn/Rachel
Summary: Really just a pointless little drabble that takes place after the S3 premier. Key there is pointless.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
So, all he should be thinking about is Rachel. Seriously, he's finally got her alone after a week of seeing her only at school, and the first thing she did was grab the front of his shirt and pull him onto his bed with her, which, awesome, and like, totally what he should want to do. And it's not that he doesn't want to, because she smells like apples in the autumn (and vanilla in the winter and cherry blossom in the spring and linen in the summer; she's told him her perfume palette, or whatever). And he really loves apples, and her, and making out. So.
Still. He's lying here half on top of her and she's making all these awesome sounds she usually makes. And he's thinking of how he can hear people walking around in the house - Kurt and Blaine, and then his mom a few minutes later - and how this skirt she's wearing is really long and not at all something he wants her to wear again, and how her socks are rubbing against his calf when she slips her toes under his pant leg.
He's really not thinking about just kissing her. It's weird.
"Wait," he says, all distracted, and Rachel's lips are shiny with a little spit, which is super hot, but she's looking up at him like she's done something wrong, and he feels like a dick for putting that look on her face. So he kisses her just once, gently, and sighs and rolls off her.
"What's wrong?" She puts her hand on his chest and he loves that she does that. "Why does it feel like you're in a hundred different places, and none of them are here with me?"
Yeah, he's a dick. "That's not..." He turns to look at her and watches her tongue come out to lick her lips. "I'm here." She smiles and brushes her fingers through his hair. "I'm thinking about Santana."
She laughs like she does when she's mad, not actually laughing. "Wow, Finn."
She tries to sit up, but he grabs her arm and says, "No, not like that. God. Rachel, no. Come back here." She does, but she doesn't look all that happy about this whole thing. "I know what she did was wrong, but I don't think it's fair that Mr. Schue kicked her out."
Rachel stands up before he can stop her this time, and crosses her arms over her chest. She looks really mad at him, but not because he's talking about Santana. It's more like she just doesn't agree with him. He's learned a lot about being her boyfriend over the summer, and one of those things is that they can disagree on stuff and it doesn't have to be like, a huge fight or anything.
Still, he's thinking this might be.
"How can you say that?" Rachel asks. "She ruined our project, not to mention how unsafe it was. She doesn't consider the results of her actions, and we all end up suffering for it."
"I know, but..."
"And she's supposed to be our friend, Finn. How are we supposed to trust her on a stage with us if we can't trust her in the halls of our own school? How do we know she's not going to come with us to Nationals just to sabotage us? Would you put it past Miss Sylvester?"
"No," he says, because yeah, she's making really good points. He sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed. "But she's not Miss Sylvester, Rachel."
"She has a funny way of showing that."
"I don't know what her deal is, okay?" he says, and grabs her elbow. She rolls her eyes as she uncrosses her arms, but then she kind of smiles, even though she's not looking at him. "But she doesn't hate glee club, so like, maybe Sylvester hypnotized her or something."
"Finn," Rachel giggles. "Maybe she just wants the best of both worlds and doesn't know how to get it."
"Sounds familiar." He looks up at her, because he really shouldn't have said that. She presses her lips together and stares at him. "You know, it was really cool that you talked to Quinn the other day."
"It didn't do any good."
He pulls her towards him and she sits down on his thigh, which he totally loves. She weighs like 20 pounds and always feels so tiny when he's got her like this. "Give her some time, okay? Quinn like, needs to digest things."
"What, like baby kittens?" Rachel mumbles. He laughs really loudly and she's chewing her lip and her cheeks are all red when she looks at him. "Sorry."
He kisses her 'cause he wants to. "You just always bring the group together, Rach. Sometimes you're like, the only one brave enough to do it."
"You mean bossy enough."
"No." He rubs his hand over her thigh and she plays with the front of his shirt. "But like, Blaine probably has a bunch of ideas to like, do group bonding or something."
She looks at him like she knows what's going on in his head, which is always scary. It's not like there's a ton of shit he's trying to keep a secret or anything, but still. She just knows everything. He likes that. Sometimes he can read her mind, too. Well, sort of. What he thinks is always like, the really short version of whatever she's thinking, but he still gets her.
"Finn," she whispers, "are you feeling threatened?"
"What? No. I'm just like, worried he's gonna be the leader and you'll pick him to be your co-captain."
She kisses his cheek. "That's what it means to feel threatened."
"Oh."
"I'd never pick anyone else over you," she says quietly. This is familiar, too. He likes it. It scares the hell out of him, though, because he knows how it all went down last time they said something like this. "I'm sorry I was so neglectful of our relationship this week."
He shrugs. "Just sucked going from seeing you like, every day and hanging out, to just seeing you between classes."
"I know."
"Do you?" He's not looking at her. He doesn't know why. Sometimes it's hard to look at her these days. Like when he's thinking he misses her so fucking much and he's also thinking she didn't really miss him at all.
"How can you..."
"'Cause you like, hung out with Kurt more than you hung out with me." She puts her hand on his face and, yeah, she's so fucking pretty. "I just miss you."
He shrugs his shoulder for good measure.
Rachel straddles his lap, so yeah. Um.
(Honestly. Stupid long skirt.)
"Maybe we should stop talking about your ex-girlfriends, and your brother's boyfriend, and my best friend, then, don't you think?"
"Um. Maybe."
She laughs and kisses him, and he puts his hands on her butt (he's totally allowed) and pulls her a little closer. "Maybe you should pay attention to me instead of everything else on your mind," she says, moving her lips up his jaw to his ear. "Will you let me distract you?"
He swallows and moves his hand a bit on her ass. She makes this noise right by his ear, so that's awesome. "How?" She pulls back, but her hands are still on the sides of his neck. "I mean, you have ideas, right?"
She giggles at him and nods, and he just raises his brow. Yeah, this summer? He also learned that she gets really fucking worked up just from talking, which like, makes sense, and he knows it's super hot, but he didn't think...Like, Rachel gets turned on when she talks. He sometimes thinks she likes it better than when he talks to her. But she's better at it than he is. So. It really just works for both of them.
"Maybe we could do that thing," she suggests. He doesn't know what thing, but it can't be bad, the way he sees it. "Like two weeks ago in your truck. I marked it in my day planner. And actually, I was thinking about it the other day and I might have come up with something to make it even better and..." Her face kind of scrunches up. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You were thinking about it the other day?"
"Oh." She goes all pink and he slides his hands up her back. "Yes."
He still doesn't know which thing in his truck, or like, even which time, because he, you know, doesn't mark them on a calendar or whatever. But he probably could guess what she's talking about, and yes, he's game for it.
"Let's lie down," he says, and she just giggles again and kisses him and kind of nods her head as she does it.
He doesn't think about glee club or Santana or Quinn or Blaine or anything, really, except Rachel and what she's doing and the way she talks in his ear and says things about how his kisses taste today, and how she feels too hot for her own skin, and, "Kiss me if you like it."
He likes everything, basically, so of course he kisses her.