Eyes Wide Open | R | Glee
Title: Eyes Wide Open
Prompt: Rachel comforts Finn after he finds out he’s not the father
Challenge: 100 Fic Challenge (#23)
Fandom: Rachel/Finn, Glee
Requested by: blondezilla90
Rating: R
Word Count: 1909
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: Finn/Rachel aren’t exactly my Glee pairing of choice, but I did my best to keep them in character and tell a believable story. I really hope that I managed to pull it off! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!
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“I’m really glad that you decided to come over,” Rachel said, smiling brightly at Finn as he sat cross-legged on her carpet. “I think the change of scenery is good for you.”
“Yeah,” he said half-heartedly, staring down at the Hello, Dolly! DVD case in his hands. “I know. I just…” He sighed and handed her back the DVD. “Never mind. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“That’s okay,” Rachel replied quietly, giving him a half-smile. “We don’t have to talk about anything at all if that’s what you want. Or we can talk about sectionals or Barbra Streisand.” She smiled. “Or, you know, nothing.”
He smiled at her again, watching her hair as it fell over her shoulder, and this time he meant it. “You’re a pretty cool girl, you know that?”
Rachel blushed and something clenched inside of Finn’s chest at the sight of it. She slipped the DVD back into its home and looked back at him, shyly tucking her hair behind her ear. “I want you to know that I invited you over because I thought you needed a friend. Not because of…” her voice dropped to a whisper, “my feelings for you.” She blushed harder and touched his arm. “I just didn’t want you to be alone right now.”
“How do you do that?” Finn asked, looking at her hand as it soothed his forearm.
“Do what?”
“You’re not like other girls. You’re not out to manipulate anyone…you’re just…genuine. You’re real.”
“That’s just who I am. I don’t see the merit in being any other way. Lies don’t get people anywhere.”
He said nothing and, as she took her hand away, he looked back at her extensive DVD collection. “So what do you want to watch?”
“Well,” Rachel said, kneeling a little closer to the bookcase. “I have them alphabetically categorized by genre, and then subcategorized by actor. So…here are my Streisand musicals, and over here are the Streisand dramas…” At his laugh, she tucked her chin into her chest. “I just like to be organized.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that. I just keep my DVDs stacked on my desk. No rhyme or reason to them.”
“I’ll have to come over and organize them for you sometime,” Rachel said. She quickly added, “If you wanted, I mean.”
He smiled. “Yeah. Thanks.” When she began naming a few DVDs of interest, he caught himself staring at the swell of her breasts beneath her pink sweater and the peek-a-boo of her knees between the pleated gray skirt and the striped pink-and-gray knee socks. His eyes returned once more to her breasts. He gulped.
“We could watch West Side Story,” Rachel said, turning to look at him. She caught his eyes before they flicked back to her face and she flushed. “Or…we don’t have to watch anything at all.” She took a deep breath and licked her lips, scooting slightly closer to him. Her skirt shifted a little higher on her thigh but she didn’t fix it.
He took a deep breath, feeling himself stiffening slightly at the sight of her thigh. “Is it bad that…I kinda want to kiss you right now?”
Rachel blushed and peered at him through endlessly long, fluttering lashes. “I suppose it’s just as bad that I want to kiss you too.” She leaned in closer and stopped, giving him the opportunity to close the distance or pull away. “If you’re not ready…I’ll wait for you, Finn.”
“You really would, wouldn’t you?”
She nodded.
He kissed her.
The kiss felt new and familiar at once. Her lips, full and soft, tasted like strawberry chapstick and brushed so gently against Finn’s that he almost didn’t feel her. But he did, and the force of it was so strong that he felt like he might break in half. He felt wrong kissing another girl, wanting another girl. His conscience begged him to listen to reason, begged him not to rush into something that could dismantle him completely, but his heart and his body forced him to brush aside her hair and kiss her again.
“Wow,” she said breathlessly when she pulled away. She tucked her chin down into her chest, her cheeks pink.
“Yeah,” he agreed. He brought his fingers under her chin and passed his thumb over her cheek. “Is it all right if I do it again?”
She nodded her assent, grasping onto his shoulders while she pressed her mouth to his. Their kisses were soft but insistent, deepening into a tangle of tongues and lips. Her hands slid down his chest, pressing against his pectorals, scratching her nails against the cotton of his t-shirt.
Finn felt himself harden completely, straining against the fabric of his boxers. He shifted closer to Rachel and felt his dick rub against his leg and he gasped as it gave a telling throb.
He would not-could not-blow it, so to speak.
“Uuh…” he uttered, pulling away slightly. His hands were on her waist, kneading her through her fuzzy pink sweater. It was so soft and he yearned to discover if she was just as soft beneath it.
“It’s okay,” she replied, kissing his forehead. “We don’t have to do this.”
“It’s not that…” he responded. He had no idea how to tell her that he was three seconds away from losing it. “I want to.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. Her eyelashes gave an extra flutter.
He nodded dumbly, transfixed as her hands came to the hem of her sweater. She pulled it over her head and dropped it to the floor beside her. Finn stared at the swell of her breasts hidden beneath her modest white bra and felt his dick beginning to ooze. He closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath, replaying a variety of horrible images to gain himself a few more seconds before he made an embarrassing mess of himself. When he felt her grab his hand and place it to her chest, he coughed and pulled it away at the first touch of her burning skin upon his fingertips.
“I, uh,” he cleared his throat and stared down at the area rug upon which they sat, “don’t have a…you know...” He regretted having allowed Puck to take the only condom he kept in his wallet and found himself wishing that he had stolen it the night he got Quinn pregnant. He closed his eyes and wished those thoughts away.
“We can do other things,” she suggested. She knelt in front of him and pulled off his shirt.
Her hands on his bare chest made his heart pound rapidly and he forgot to breathe. He brought his hands back to her waist, deciding that her bare skin was softer than the cashmere of her sweater. It was perfect, unblemished, and so creamy white that Finn longed to nuzzle his face against her.
She raked her nails in a haphazard pattern on his chest before they began to move lower, teasing along his stomach. When she cupped him through his jeans he nearly jumped out of his skin. “No! Not…” He cleared his throat again. “Not yet.” He looked at her imploringly, begging her not to make him say what caused his unease.
“Okay,” Rachel replied softly. She took his hand in hers and pressed her lips to each of his fingertips and caressed his knuckles against her cheek. She watched his face carefully as she guided his hand lower, grazing against her breasts, before she eased it beneath her skirt.
Finn had never been between a girl’s legs before. It felt damp and hot, like he was trekking through a jungle. Not that he’d ever been in a jungle before. He couldn’t decide which was more dangerous-the jungle or the area between Rachel’s thighs. Both were likely to kill him.
She was soft here and he gulped as his knuckles brushed against the flesh of her inner thighs. She shifted, parting her thighs a little wider as she guided his hand higher.
Finn was finding it more difficult to breathe the closer he got to Rachel’s underwear. He felt removed from himself, as if it were someone else who was an inch or two away from touching a girl in her most intimate place. It felt heady and exciting and fast. Too fast.
He didn’t stop her from brushing his hand against the patch of cotton between her legs. He should have. At the feel of the wet fabric and at the knowledge that he had actually turned someone on, he lost it.
They both knew what was happening. He closed his eyes in shame as he expended himself, pumping rope after rope of come inside his boxers. He groaned in arousal and humiliation and when he finished, he snatched his hand away and covered his face.
“It’s okay, Finn,” Rachel whispered, stroking her fingers through his hair.
“It’s not. God…I’m…” He groaned again. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
He expected her to laugh at him but she didn’t. “It’s all right. It’s perfectly natural from what I understand. It happens to lots of guys.”
“But why me?”
She kissed his hands as they covered his face and slowly pulled them away, holding them in her own. “Maybe it’s a good thing.”
His face was still bright red and hot with embarrassment. “How’d you figure that?”
“Maybe we’re rushing this a bit. Maybe…this is your body’s way of telling us that we should slow down.”
He laughed. “I’m pretty sure that was my body’s way of saying it enjoyed what was happening.”
Rachel chuckled. “I enjoyed it too.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “What if we just…take it slow? You’ve gone through a lot lately and, well, maybe it would be better if we didn’t rush into anything. Just so we know that this is really meant to be.”
He looked at her, losing himself briefly in the chocolate hues of her eyes. He couldn’t fathom the idea that anyone would want to wait for him. “You mean that?”
“Of course I do. I’m not like other girls, remember?”
He smiled and reached for her sweater, handing it back to her. “That’s true.”
“So do you still want to watch a movie?” she asked, slipping back into her top. He watched her breasts as they disappeared beneath the pink sweater. She shot him a playfully reproving glare when she caught him staring.
He blushed and shrugged. “Sorry,” he mumbled, and pulled his own shirt back on. “And yes, I’d like that.”
“Which movie?”
“Surprise me,” Finn said. “Uh…do you mind if I…?” He motioned towards her bathroom.
“Not at all.” She smiled at him and watched him disappear behind the door.
As Finn began to clean up the mess he’d made of himself, he considered everything that had happened over the past few days. Losing Quinn and the baby really sucked. It didn’t matter that she had cheated or that the baby hadn’t been his; he’d loved them (and still did, if he was honest with himself) and had his heart broken. His heart squeezed painfully in his chest.
He thought of Rachel. He knew she was right. Rushing into something would only make things worse, and he genuinely had feelings for her. He’d be an idiot to pass that up. He may have been blind before to all of Quinn’s lies, but his eyes were wide open now.
Finn couldn’t wait to see what happened next.
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Prompt: Rachel comforts Finn after he finds out he’s not the father
Challenge: 100 Fic Challenge (#23)
Fandom: Rachel/Finn, Glee
Requested by: blondezilla90
Rating: R
Word Count: 1909
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: Finn/Rachel aren’t exactly my Glee pairing of choice, but I did my best to keep them in character and tell a believable story. I really hope that I managed to pull it off! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!
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“I’m really glad that you decided to come over,” Rachel said, smiling brightly at Finn as he sat cross-legged on her carpet. “I think the change of scenery is good for you.”
“Yeah,” he said half-heartedly, staring down at the Hello, Dolly! DVD case in his hands. “I know. I just…” He sighed and handed her back the DVD. “Never mind. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“That’s okay,” Rachel replied quietly, giving him a half-smile. “We don’t have to talk about anything at all if that’s what you want. Or we can talk about sectionals or Barbra Streisand.” She smiled. “Or, you know, nothing.”
He smiled at her again, watching her hair as it fell over her shoulder, and this time he meant it. “You’re a pretty cool girl, you know that?”
Rachel blushed and something clenched inside of Finn’s chest at the sight of it. She slipped the DVD back into its home and looked back at him, shyly tucking her hair behind her ear. “I want you to know that I invited you over because I thought you needed a friend. Not because of…” her voice dropped to a whisper, “my feelings for you.” She blushed harder and touched his arm. “I just didn’t want you to be alone right now.”
“How do you do that?” Finn asked, looking at her hand as it soothed his forearm.
“Do what?”
“You’re not like other girls. You’re not out to manipulate anyone…you’re just…genuine. You’re real.”
“That’s just who I am. I don’t see the merit in being any other way. Lies don’t get people anywhere.”
He said nothing and, as she took her hand away, he looked back at her extensive DVD collection. “So what do you want to watch?”
“Well,” Rachel said, kneeling a little closer to the bookcase. “I have them alphabetically categorized by genre, and then subcategorized by actor. So…here are my Streisand musicals, and over here are the Streisand dramas…” At his laugh, she tucked her chin into her chest. “I just like to be organized.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that. I just keep my DVDs stacked on my desk. No rhyme or reason to them.”
“I’ll have to come over and organize them for you sometime,” Rachel said. She quickly added, “If you wanted, I mean.”
He smiled. “Yeah. Thanks.” When she began naming a few DVDs of interest, he caught himself staring at the swell of her breasts beneath her pink sweater and the peek-a-boo of her knees between the pleated gray skirt and the striped pink-and-gray knee socks. His eyes returned once more to her breasts. He gulped.
“We could watch West Side Story,” Rachel said, turning to look at him. She caught his eyes before they flicked back to her face and she flushed. “Or…we don’t have to watch anything at all.” She took a deep breath and licked her lips, scooting slightly closer to him. Her skirt shifted a little higher on her thigh but she didn’t fix it.
He took a deep breath, feeling himself stiffening slightly at the sight of her thigh. “Is it bad that…I kinda want to kiss you right now?”
Rachel blushed and peered at him through endlessly long, fluttering lashes. “I suppose it’s just as bad that I want to kiss you too.” She leaned in closer and stopped, giving him the opportunity to close the distance or pull away. “If you’re not ready…I’ll wait for you, Finn.”
“You really would, wouldn’t you?”
She nodded.
He kissed her.
The kiss felt new and familiar at once. Her lips, full and soft, tasted like strawberry chapstick and brushed so gently against Finn’s that he almost didn’t feel her. But he did, and the force of it was so strong that he felt like he might break in half. He felt wrong kissing another girl, wanting another girl. His conscience begged him to listen to reason, begged him not to rush into something that could dismantle him completely, but his heart and his body forced him to brush aside her hair and kiss her again.
“Wow,” she said breathlessly when she pulled away. She tucked her chin down into her chest, her cheeks pink.
“Yeah,” he agreed. He brought his fingers under her chin and passed his thumb over her cheek. “Is it all right if I do it again?”
She nodded her assent, grasping onto his shoulders while she pressed her mouth to his. Their kisses were soft but insistent, deepening into a tangle of tongues and lips. Her hands slid down his chest, pressing against his pectorals, scratching her nails against the cotton of his t-shirt.
Finn felt himself harden completely, straining against the fabric of his boxers. He shifted closer to Rachel and felt his dick rub against his leg and he gasped as it gave a telling throb.
He would not-could not-blow it, so to speak.
“Uuh…” he uttered, pulling away slightly. His hands were on her waist, kneading her through her fuzzy pink sweater. It was so soft and he yearned to discover if she was just as soft beneath it.
“It’s okay,” she replied, kissing his forehead. “We don’t have to do this.”
“It’s not that…” he responded. He had no idea how to tell her that he was three seconds away from losing it. “I want to.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. Her eyelashes gave an extra flutter.
He nodded dumbly, transfixed as her hands came to the hem of her sweater. She pulled it over her head and dropped it to the floor beside her. Finn stared at the swell of her breasts hidden beneath her modest white bra and felt his dick beginning to ooze. He closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath, replaying a variety of horrible images to gain himself a few more seconds before he made an embarrassing mess of himself. When he felt her grab his hand and place it to her chest, he coughed and pulled it away at the first touch of her burning skin upon his fingertips.
“I, uh,” he cleared his throat and stared down at the area rug upon which they sat, “don’t have a…you know...” He regretted having allowed Puck to take the only condom he kept in his wallet and found himself wishing that he had stolen it the night he got Quinn pregnant. He closed his eyes and wished those thoughts away.
“We can do other things,” she suggested. She knelt in front of him and pulled off his shirt.
Her hands on his bare chest made his heart pound rapidly and he forgot to breathe. He brought his hands back to her waist, deciding that her bare skin was softer than the cashmere of her sweater. It was perfect, unblemished, and so creamy white that Finn longed to nuzzle his face against her.
She raked her nails in a haphazard pattern on his chest before they began to move lower, teasing along his stomach. When she cupped him through his jeans he nearly jumped out of his skin. “No! Not…” He cleared his throat again. “Not yet.” He looked at her imploringly, begging her not to make him say what caused his unease.
“Okay,” Rachel replied softly. She took his hand in hers and pressed her lips to each of his fingertips and caressed his knuckles against her cheek. She watched his face carefully as she guided his hand lower, grazing against her breasts, before she eased it beneath her skirt.
Finn had never been between a girl’s legs before. It felt damp and hot, like he was trekking through a jungle. Not that he’d ever been in a jungle before. He couldn’t decide which was more dangerous-the jungle or the area between Rachel’s thighs. Both were likely to kill him.
She was soft here and he gulped as his knuckles brushed against the flesh of her inner thighs. She shifted, parting her thighs a little wider as she guided his hand higher.
Finn was finding it more difficult to breathe the closer he got to Rachel’s underwear. He felt removed from himself, as if it were someone else who was an inch or two away from touching a girl in her most intimate place. It felt heady and exciting and fast. Too fast.
He didn’t stop her from brushing his hand against the patch of cotton between her legs. He should have. At the feel of the wet fabric and at the knowledge that he had actually turned someone on, he lost it.
They both knew what was happening. He closed his eyes in shame as he expended himself, pumping rope after rope of come inside his boxers. He groaned in arousal and humiliation and when he finished, he snatched his hand away and covered his face.
“It’s okay, Finn,” Rachel whispered, stroking her fingers through his hair.
“It’s not. God…I’m…” He groaned again. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
He expected her to laugh at him but she didn’t. “It’s all right. It’s perfectly natural from what I understand. It happens to lots of guys.”
“But why me?”
She kissed his hands as they covered his face and slowly pulled them away, holding them in her own. “Maybe it’s a good thing.”
His face was still bright red and hot with embarrassment. “How’d you figure that?”
“Maybe we’re rushing this a bit. Maybe…this is your body’s way of telling us that we should slow down.”
He laughed. “I’m pretty sure that was my body’s way of saying it enjoyed what was happening.”
Rachel chuckled. “I enjoyed it too.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “What if we just…take it slow? You’ve gone through a lot lately and, well, maybe it would be better if we didn’t rush into anything. Just so we know that this is really meant to be.”
He looked at her, losing himself briefly in the chocolate hues of her eyes. He couldn’t fathom the idea that anyone would want to wait for him. “You mean that?”
“Of course I do. I’m not like other girls, remember?”
He smiled and reached for her sweater, handing it back to her. “That’s true.”
“So do you still want to watch a movie?” she asked, slipping back into her top. He watched her breasts as they disappeared beneath the pink sweater. She shot him a playfully reproving glare when she caught him staring.
He blushed and shrugged. “Sorry,” he mumbled, and pulled his own shirt back on. “And yes, I’d like that.”
“Which movie?”
“Surprise me,” Finn said. “Uh…do you mind if I…?” He motioned towards her bathroom.
“Not at all.” She smiled at him and watched him disappear behind the door.
As Finn began to clean up the mess he’d made of himself, he considered everything that had happened over the past few days. Losing Quinn and the baby really sucked. It didn’t matter that she had cheated or that the baby hadn’t been his; he’d loved them (and still did, if he was honest with himself) and had his heart broken. His heart squeezed painfully in his chest.
He thought of Rachel. He knew she was right. Rushing into something would only make things worse, and he genuinely had feelings for her. He’d be an idiot to pass that up. He may have been blind before to all of Quinn’s lies, but his eyes were wide open now.
Finn couldn’t wait to see what happened next.
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