Summary: The epilogue.
Rating: T for sexual content.
A/N: I'm so grateful to everyone who took the time to give me a little encouragement. I worked really hard on Last Christmas and I'm happy that my efforts didn't go unnoticed. I hope you like the epilogue and I look forward to writing more Glee fan fics...Remember reviews are food for the fan fiction writer's soul.
Last Christmas: The Epilogue
Rachel looked out the window of her father's Volvo as they drove by the familiar stores and buildings on W. Market Street. The corners of her mouth pulled up as she registered the sameness of it all. The streets were covered with snow, just like they had been this time last year, and Dix Howard still built the town's biggest snowman in front of his barbershop. Mrs. Jennings still stole ornaments off the small Christmas tree in the town square and you could still get hot apple cider and a large chocolate chip cookie for $1.50 at Sugar Pie Bakery. It almost looked like no time had passed at all.
But it's been a year, she realized as the person sitting next to her squeezed her hand. She turned her head away from the window and looked across the backseat into a pair of warm brown eyes. Butterflies danced around in her stomach and the smile on her face got even bigger. Finn picked up their entwined hands and brushed his lips across her knuckles. She loved the familiar tingle that shot up her arm and the shiver that ran down her back. She never tired of the feelings he inspired in her.
"I'm so thrilled that you and your mother have accepted our invitation to the party," Daddy said from the passengers seat.
Finn reluctantly tore his gaze away from Rachel's. "Yeah, we usually spend Christmas just the two of us but she was really excited when I called to tell her."
"I bet she's anxious to see you. Do you want us to drop you off at your house first?" Dad asked, his eyes darting away from the road to look at Finn through the rearview mirror.
"No thank you Mr. Berry. She's at work right now. She's going to pick us up from your house on the way home from the hospital."
They crossed over into Lima's residential area and Finn squeezed her hand again before turning his head to look out the window. Rachel watched him and couldn't stop the tears that built up in the corner of her eyes. She still couldn't believe her life. Just a year ago she'd been sad, broken, lost. She'd been given a chance to live her dream, be a Broadway star, just like she'd always wanted but that hadn't been enough for her. She'd been missing something and she hadn't realized just what that was until she saw Finn again in Daisy's Discount Grocery. Last Christmas he'd figured out a way to take down the walls she'd spent the better half of a year building and he showed her that she could have what she desperately needed: love.
At first it was scary. She wouldn't allow herself to believe that he was in love with her, that they could be together. But then Finn showed up in New York and everything changed.
Rachel struggled to get her front door open. Her fingers were frozen to the bone from standing outside for so long, making it difficult to hold the keys. If that wasn't bad enough, her hands were noticeably shaking. Finn was standing behind her, so close that he might as well have been touching her. It was making her nervous and her head was still spinning from the dizzying turn of events.
In the cab ride from Rockefeller Center he'd told her that he'd left his house early that morning, deciding on a whim to try and win her back. He had to wait at Dayton International for a few hours before he was able to board a plane, in which time he bought a ticket online to tonight's show. The plane took longer to land than it should have and after arriving at JFK he'd had just enough time to take a taxi into the city, check into the Holiday Inn on 57th Street and shower before heading to the theater. Just like that, within the span of a day, her life was heading in a direction she had never thought it would take. She'd given up on this dream a long time ago...but here he was, standing with her outside her front door.
Finally she managed to get the door open and warm air hit her in the face as they stepped out of the hall. She flipped the light switch and hung up their coats on a hook behind the door as Finn's eyes scanned the one room apartment.
Her place was small in comparison to Quinn's but it was actually one of the larger studios in her building, a five floor walk up in Chinatown. In the center of the room sat an off white couch, an end table and a coffee table. In front of that a small flat screen tv/dvd player combo was mounted to the dark blue wall. Behind the living room two beautifully crafted wood room dividers that she'd picked up down the street blocked her bedroom area from view and next to the front door was another door that opened to a bathroom. In the far left corner was a tiny kitchen with a bar top eating area.
"This is my place," she said awkwardly, wondering why he had wanted to come back here rather than go to the hotel, where he'd already paid for a room.
"It's great," he said, burying his hands in his pockets.
"Are you thirsty? Hungry? I can make you a sandwich...or heat up some ramen noodles."
"Ramen noodles at..." he chuckled, pausing to look at the phone he pulled out of his pocket, "one o'clock in the morning?"
Rachel shrugged her shoulders. As far as she was concerned ramen noodles were good at anytime of day. "Yeah, they're good."
"Well, I'm not hungry."
"Oh okay. Do you want to sit?"
Finn nodded and they moved to sit on the couch. They sat facing each other and she wasn't sure what to do or say next. He didn't say or do anything either, he just stared into her eyes, silently, searchingly, like he was lost somewhere within the depths of her soul. The thought made her more nervous and she averted her eyes, looking down at her hands in her lap instead.
At Rockefeller Center they'd agreed to an exclusive long distance relationship...what that exactly meant and how they were going to manage it was beyond her.
"What's wrong?" Finn asked softly. He placed his finger under her chin to make her look up at him and traced her bottom lip with his thumb.
The gesture seemed somehow very intimate and it made her heart rate speed up.
"Nothing," she lied.
His eyebrows rose almost up to his hairline. He didn't believe her.
"I want to be with you," she sighed, reluctantly voicing her fear. "I just don't know how this is all going to work out. You live in Lima and I live here. I'm just not sure how to do this."
Finn gave her a small smile and pushed her hair behind her ear before leaning down to place soft kisses on her neck. Involuntarily her eyes slid closed and she tilted her to the side, giving him better access. Her skin tingled and she sighed again, this time with pleasure.
"How does it feel when I do that?" His breath was warm against her skin.
He moved her shirt out of the way and kissed the space connecting her neck and shoulder, gently biting down on her sensitive skin. A shiver tore through her, quickly followed by heat that seemed to pool low in her abdomen. He moved back, pulling her with him, and with some adjusting she was sitting on top of him, straddling his lap.
"It feels good for me too. It feels right," he murmured as he stripped her of her top, exposing her bra. "I've been in love with you from the minute I heard you sing. I've never felt like this about anyone else."
His words heated her skin and burrowed their way into her heart. "I love you too."
He took her face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers, making her dizzy.
"We're going to make this work Rachel," he breathed in between heavy, longing kisses. "We are going to work."
She really wanted to believe in what he was saying. She wanted to believe that all their problems would go away just because they loved each other, just because they were finally ready to be together. His lips on hers and the way he made her feel made her believe it. Almost.
"Finn. Wait," she pulled away, worried that he wasn't taking her seriously. His eyelids were heavy and she could tell by the bulge she felt against her that he was just as aroused as she was. "Be realistic."
"I am being realistic," he said, pulling her face back to his.
"No," she said before he could kiss her again, removing his hands from her face. His kisses, the warmth of his hands on her face, made her head spin and it was really difficult to have a rational conversation. And they needed to be rational here...or else they were both going to get hurt again.
She moved to get off him but his hands tightening on her hips stopped her.
"Rachel, listen to me. I am being realistic. I am being serious," he started, making sure that he was looking directly into her eyes. "I don't care what I have to do. I'm not letting you go...not after I've finally got you back."
He held her gaze without blinking for a few moments while she studied him. He wasn't smiling and he wasn't just giving her a load of bull. She could tell by the set of his jaw that he meant every word. As if to demonstrate his point he wrapped one arm around her waist while his other hand slipped up her back, pushing her forward. He drew her nipple into his mouth and every cell in her body froze as he sucked her through the thin purple lace of her bra. She knew, as he set her skin on fire, that she couldn't move, not even if she wanted to. He really wasn't going to let her go. He wasn't going to let her back out just because she was afraid.
"Oh, Finn," was all she was able to say as her eyes slid closed in pleasureful defeat. Finn's tongue flicked her hardened nipple and she arched her back, giving herself to him, letting all her worries, all her insecurities, fall away.
"I've wanted to do that since I saw you standing in Quinn's kitchen," he murmured, his hot breathe caressing her moist skin. His hands were everywhere at once, slowly massaging her back, her face, her breasts as if he couldn't decide which part of her he wanted to touch first. His mouth slid over her breast and up to her neck, where he sucked on her pulse point, his hand slipping into her hair.
"I've missed you," he said into her ear. She moaned back in agreement. Yeah, she missed him, missed this. She hadn't been touched like this since that night and even then Finn hadn't acted like this. He hadn't surrounded her with his passion, completely bombarding her senses so that all she could hear, feel, taste, was him.
"Do you wanna—" she whispered, her voice sounding thick to her own ears, but she didn't get to finish her sentence as Finn stood with her and she automatically wrapped her legs around him.
"I want to," he said as he carried her behind the ornate room dividers to her bed.
A/N: I've got a couple of ideas for some more stories brewing. I'm going to be working on a finchel story...probably entitled Don't Let Me Down. It's going to be my version of how the whole babygate thing gets exposed and dealt with so look out for that. While I'm an avid lover of finchel I've got a soft spot for puckelberry soo for those with similar feelings about them I will be doing a story entitled Crush.
Best wishes for the New Year