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"Please?" Rachel practically begged, tugging on his arm repeatedly as they headed to the choir room for Glee.
"Rachel, I told you, Friday you'll find out." he told her with a teasing grin, knowing that the fact that he would not tell her what he had planned was irritating her beyond belief.
"But Finn how am I suppose to prepare, for whatever it is you have planned for me to do if you don't tell me?" she all but whined, as he plopped down on one of the plastic chairs. He should not have been surprised when she stood directly in front of him, her hands on her hips. He grinned at her and placed both of his hands on her shoulders and looked at her with mock seriousness, knowing and fully enjoying the fact that he was annoying her.
"Trust me, you don't need to prepare anything. I know for a fact that you're awesome at it."
And just for added effect, he sent her a suggestive wink, at which she immediately turned red, the exact kind of reaction he was hoping for. That is until she slapped him on the shoulder glaring at him. She casted a glance around the room and then looked back at him as she took a step closer. Her voice was lowered dramatically, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing, knowing that she would not appreciate it.
"I hope this isn't something dirty." Her nose wrinkled as she hissed out the last word, and looked around the room again.
This time Finn couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned towards her and purposely lowered his own voice to match her own, his eyebrow raised suggestively as he spoke, "You know I'm gonna start to think that you want me to ask you to do something dirty with the amount of times you actually suggest it."
"I am offended by your accusation!" She said looking at him in utter horror, her voice still low so that no one in the room would overhear their conversation, "And if you would simply tell me what you have planned, my mind would not be going a mile a minute thinking up all the different things you could ask."
"But where's the fun in that?"
She released a low growl at his words shoving him one more time before she took a seat next to him, turning her body in the opposite direction, her arms folded across her chest, "You are impossible."
"But you love me anyway." He said cheekily sending her a lopsided grin.
He watched her for a moment knowing she was going to cave, and sure enough, she sighed and sent him a smile as she spoke, "Despite my better judgment."
"Tell me!" She suddenly cried out,
His eyes widened in surprise at her sudden outburst, not at all expecting that. He was gripping her pink binder in his hands and almost felt like holding it up to his face as a form of defence. She may be like two feet tall, but he wasn't stupid. She could be very scary when she had that crazy look in her eye. He was just about to tell her, and thus avoid her wrath when the voices of the remaining members filtered into the room.
"Dude what did you do?" Puck asked as he took the seat next to Finn, looking at Rachel, amused "She's looking more insane than usual."
"Shut it Puckerman." Rachel snapped as she yanked her binder out of his hands and she stomped off towards Mr. Schue who had just walked in.
Finn rolled his eyes, more amused at her dramatics than anything. He would like to think that he was able to tell when she really was angry, and when she was...well, when she was just being Rachel. When he saw Puck smirk, he immediately scowled and held up his hand. Just by his friend's facial expression he knew it was either going to be something offensive or perverted, and friend or not, no one talked about Rachel like that.
"God you're so whipped."
"I don't understand." Rachel said, confused
She turned to face him, they were standing in his kitchen and he had yet to tell her what the prize was, much to her annoyance, but since he brought her in here and gestured to the room, she was now more confused than ever. He smiled at her expression. It was not often that he was the one that knew everything and she was left in the dark. Well not everything, but he did have the upper hand in the situation now. He grinned at her as he pulled open one of the top drawers, taking out the bright coloured cloth. His smile widened as he opened it out to reveal a bright coloured apron with the words 'Kiss the Cook' written in silver. But when she still continued to look confused, his smile faltered.
"It's for you." He began to explain, his arms still stretched out in front of him, "To wear..."
"I don't understand." She repeated truthfully. But she took the apron nonetheless, and was examining it with a curious smile.
"I want you to bake me chocolate chip and caramel cookies." Finn said with a grin. He could already feel his stomach grumbling at just the thought of eating the cookies.
What he was not expecting after he finally told her, was for her to start to laugh, so much so that she had to grip the counter for support. Finn frowned, not sure if she was laughing at him or at his suggestion. She then walked up to him, still laughing and much to his surprise, she hugged him tightly around the waist and looked up at him, her eyes twinkling.
"You are absolutely adorable." She proclaimed, right before he felt her body rise slightly and sure enough she placed a soft kiss on his lips.
Finn frowned after she ended the kiss, his arms still wrapped around her. While it was obvious that he did something right, cause she's still grinning at him madly, he wasn't too sure if he wanted to be referred to as adorable. Dudes aren't suppose to be adorable. Babies yeah, and those tiny little poodle things. But he didn't think he'd be classified as adorable. It seemed kinda wimpy.
"You won't believe the things that were going through my mind this week." Rachel started unaware of his inner conflict, "I thought you were going to make me watch an entire marathon of Indiana Jones, or worst, Die Hard. Oh! I even thought you were going to force me to play one of those stupid Xbox games of yours, but then I went more on the drastic side and thought for sure you'd channel Puck and have me wash your car in my bikini or something...or clean your room. Which by the way you should really get around to..."
He tried to focus on what she was saying but after hearing the word 'bikini' his mind just kind of stopped, or more like his imagination went into hyper drive and now the only thing he can see is Rachel in her bikini, and the fact that he knows what she looks like under her reindeer sweaters and skirts does nothing but enhance his imagination. His mind went to places he knew he should not be thinking about, especially since the object of his thoughts was standing right in front of him. Suddenly, he felt a strong jab to his shoulder and he looked down to see Rachel glaring up at him her hands now on her hips.
"Finn! Did you hear a word of what I said?" She asked annoyed, and before he could dig through his brain and try and remember something, she continued, not bothering to wait for a response, "We need to go to the grocery to get the ingredients for the cookies."
Finn grinned at her widely, "I already got them."
Rachel's eyebrow rose at his statement, a sceptical smile forming on her lips, "Finn, do you even know what goes into making those cookies? Besides the chocolate chips and caramel?"
"I asked my mom." Finn said sheepishly, knowing it made no sense to lie to her, although he kind of wish she thought he really did know what ingredients were needed.
Rachel giggled at him as she stood on her tip toes placing a brief kiss on his lips before she held out the apron to him, "Well let's get started. Help me?"
Finn grinned as she turned around and he tied the two strings around her neck as she tied the other two around her waist, when she turned around to face him again, she held out her arms and struck a pose for him. She looked cute in the apron that was a bit long for her and her hair was now piled messily on top of her head. He smirked as he read the words on her apron, and then leaned forward and placed a kiss on her lips.
"Just listening to the first instructions." Finn told her with a smirk as he gestured to her apron.
He watched as she rolled her eyes at his statement, but still took a step forward and looped her arms around his neck, his hands automatically going around her waist. "I knew your request couldn't be all innocent."
"You complaining?" He asked her cheekily, pressing her body closer to his. When she simply shook her head, a smile still gracing her features, he moved his head towards hers and captured her lips with his own. His grip tightened on her waist as she deepened the kiss, her tongue probing his mouth as she pressed her body up against his. He made small circles against her hips, his body stiffening when she moaned into his mouth and his hands slowly began to move lower. When he was finally cupping her ass, he felt her try to rise higher up on her toes, her hand tugging at his neck to bring him closer. He moaned loudly as she pulled his lips between her teeth, and as he began to squeeze her ass, massaging it slowly. He could feel his body reacting accordingly with the thrust of her hips and he knew just by the sound she was making, that she could feel it too. He was just about to hoist her up onto the counter so that they could be more comfortable, when she suddenly pulled back, breathing heavily. He looked down at her, his own heart beating rapidly against his chest, as she wiped her mouth with the corner of her apron, her lips swollen and her cheeks red. She was gripped the counter tightly as she looked at him with glazed eyes.
"We should...um...get started on those cookies." She said, still slightly breathless.
Finn nodded his head mutely, his body still reeling from that intense make out session. Ever since she'd let him see her in her underwear, their make out sessions seemed to be getting hotter and hotter and it had been getting harder for him to control himself. He jumped suddenly when he felt her grab his hand, squeezing it to gain his attention.
"Hey you okay?" She asked softly, her thumb rubbing against his palm as she bit her lip.
"Yeah. Come on, my mom got the Hersey's kisses. I love those." He told her enthusiastically, as he pulled her to the pantry where he knew his mom had put most of the ingredients for the cookies.
"Ouch! Rachel!" Finn yelped in pain, as he cradled his now sore hand against his chest, "What did you do that for?"
Rachel held up the spatula, or what Finn would from then on refer to as the 'weapon', to his face, "If you keep eating all the chocolate chips it's just going to be caramel cookies."
"But they are so good." He said enthusiastically, sending her a smile, but when she walked closer toward him and swiped her thumb across the corner of his mouth, he froze.
She held up her thumb showing him the small bit of chocolate there, "I don't understand how you can be so messy when you eat..."
Finn grinned when she immediately froze as he grasped her wrist and his lips made contact with her thumb. He sucked off the little bit of chocolate that was there, watching her to see that she was staring at his lips, and visibly gulped. Taking that as all the encouragement he needed, he pulled her towards him and lowered his head, but before he could kiss her lips, he found himself kissing the palm of her other hand as she stepped back and pointed an accusing finger at him.
"Stop it! I will never get these done if you continue to do that." Rachel said sternly
"Forget the cookies then." Finn answered truthfully, he could always eat the chocolate chips plain anyway, as he moved to grab her. He frowned when she took another step back.
"No Finn, we made a bet and I'm going to live up to my end of the bargain." Rachel spoke determinedly, as she grabbed the large bowl and began mixing the margarine and sugar together, "You're always going on about being a team player. Well that is what I'm doing. I don't back out of a promise."
Finn rolled his eyes as he plopped back on one of the bar stools. How was it possible that even after winning the bet, he still ended up getting bit in the ass? He looked across at Rachel and grinned as she put all of her focus into what she was doing, her tongue sticking out slightly as she mixed the stuff in the bowl vigorously. He grinned at her determined facial expression, her hair falling in front of her face and frustrating her as she blew the wayward strands away only for them to fall right back where they were . He watched as she read over the recipe, still mixing furiously. Once he was positive that she was not taking him on, his long arm crept slowly across the counter, inching closer and closer to the series of bowls that was laid out. He snatched up a handful of chocolate chips and quickly shoved them into his mouth just as she looked up at him, at which point he simply smiled brightly, making sure not to chew. When she returned the smile and then moved over to the oven to turn it on, Finn decided to move again, but caught sight of the Caramel sitting next to the bowl of chocolate chips and changed his mind. But before he could dip his finger into the bowl, Rachel turned around, calling out to him and thus startling him.
"Finn!" And that's how he ended up knuckle deep in the bowl of caramel, well two fingers, seeing as his hand was way too big to fit into the bowl. "You are behaving like such a child." Rachel scolded as she moved to grab a wet cloth from by the sink. Finn, upon seeing her, held up his two fingers grinning at her. He licked his index finger.
"It's good." He grinned when she rolled her eyes at him, and he didn't know what came over him, but suddenly he was thrusting his hand in front of her face, the Caramel now dripping down his hand."Taste it." When her eyes widened in surprise, he cringed wondering if he just messed up. But then she sent him a shy smile and tentatively licked his finger. He held back a groan at the feel of her tongue on his flesh and before he knew what was happening, she'd suddenly wrapped her lips around his entire finger, sucking on it lightly. This time he could not help himself, and released a deep groan, his body immediately reacting to her actions as he thought about her lips and where else he'd like for them to be. He groaned again when she finally pulled back and briefly licked the crease between both his fingers, she grinned at him sheepishly.
"I love caramel."
"I love you." He blurted out automatically, as he tried to control his raging hormones and failing miserably.
Rachel was giggling at him. He noticed the way her lips were glistening with the small bit of caramel remaining on them. Before he knew what came over him, he took one long stride and scooped her up into his arms with ease. Her eyes bugged out at his sudden movement, but he didn't even allow her to speak as he crashed his lips onto hers and kissed her greedily, loving the taste of caramel still on her lips. He groaned as her entire body relaxed, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss just as enthusiastically, her teeth now nibbling at his bottom lip. He let out another groan as her body began to slide against his own in all the right places. The feeling of her breasts pressed up against his chest even through both their shirts had his entire body shaking. When he felt her body began to slip down his own due to him losing his hold on her, he quickly pulled her back up, never losing contact with her lips as his hand slid under her ass to secure her against him. He released a loud moan when he realized that her skirt was short enough so that his forearm was now pressed firmly against her ass and he could feel the outline of her panties grazing against his skin. He released a low grunt as she started to move against him, her legs wrapping around his waist as she tugged at his hair, her tongue moving along side his own. With every wiggle of her hips he could feel his control over his body's reaction to her slowly begin to falter. He tried thinking of what he normally thought of when she worked him up so badly, but just groaned when he realized that Rachel had put the mailman out of a job ages ago. So in reality, he was doomed much sooner rather than later His grip on her body tightened as he tried to hold her up as well as move his hips against hers when suddenly she gripped his shoulders and pulled back. For a moment neither of them said anything as they tried to control their breathing, and when Rachel finally spoke he was sure he almost dropped her in surprise.
"We should move to the couch." Luckily, or unluckily, her legs were still firmly wrapped around his waist and she quickly tightened her grip at which they both moaned as she brushed against his crotch. Finn would have laughed if he wasn't so turned on, because he was pretty sure they were both wearing the same surprised expression on their faces.
He answered after finally finding his voice, not like he was going to say anything otherwise. Rachel smiled sheepishly as she unwound her legs from around his waist and slid down his body till she landed on her feet. He could see the blush on her cheeks as she bit her lip and grasped his hand, pulling him towards his living room. They stood in front of the couch and he was about to ask her why she was still standing, until she nudged him to sit down. Finn looked at her, confused for a brief moment, until she walked up to him and sunk one knee onto the couch and then swung her other across him so that she was straddling his lap. His eyes widened in surprise as she shifted against his lap, his hands automatically finding their way on to her hips.
"This is much more comfortable" she said matter-of-factly.
Well, it wasn't like he was going to argue with that. He clumsily moved his hands down her hips, moving them slowly against her bare skin. She smiled at him seductively before she placed her hands on either side of his face and lowered her head to kiss him heatedly, and the intensity of their kisses seem to mirror exactly what has happened in the kitchen, except this time he was not worried about dropping her. So he focused all his attention on her smooth legs as he ran his hand up and down the expanse of skin, moving closer and closer to her ass. When she started moving her hips slowly against his and moaning into his mouth, he decided to take a chance and slip both his hands under her skirt. He laid both of his hands against her ass tentatively and he realized that she seemed more concerned with placing small kisses all over his face as well as along his neck, he slowly started to squeeze her flesh. She moaned in response, her hips pressed firmly against his. He grunted loudly, feeling his pants tightening even more than he thought possible. He could feel her body trembling above his and when her knees slid further away from his legs thus bringing her closer to his straining erection and despite the fact that they we're both fully clothed he could feel the heat radiating off of her. When she arched her back slightly he groaned as she increased her movements, he moved his hands to the front of her shirt rubbing them up and down her sides. When she swatted his hand away he frowned, but quickly moved them back to where they were. But he froze watching in awe as she gripped the light blue blouse she was wearing and pulled it off her in one swift movement smiling at him shyly.
He grinned at her encouragingly as he placed his hands on her bare hips "Baby you're so freaking hot."
She giggled loudly at his words and allowed him to pull her closer for a kiss her hips immediately beginning to move against him yet again. He moaned into her mouth as his hands moved along the smooth skin of her toned stomach and quickly making its way up to the undersides of her bra, he brushed his thumb cautiously against the fabric waiting for a reaction from her but when she only arched her back more essentially pushing her boobs into his face he took that as all the encouragement he needed and he clumsily moved his large hand over her small breast his hand shaking slightly as he grasped it lightly. When looked at her and saw that her mouth was now slightly parted and she released this low moan he held back his own groan as he squeezed it.
"Ouch." She said freezing lifting her head to look at him.
He immediately removed his hand in embarrassment, he was such an asshole," Sorry Rach! Crap I didn't..."
But she simply took his hand and placed it back on her breast smiling at him encouragingly, "It's okay baby. Just be gentle."
His girl was too awesome for words.
He nodded at her and rubbed his thumb across the top of her breast that wasn't covered by her bra, his thumb barely even touching it.
"Finn, I'm not going to break you can touch it a little harder than that." Rachel said her frustration evident in her tone.
He couldn't help but smirk at her tone as he started to massage her breast loving the fact that he had gotten her so frustrated. Each time he would squeeze her soft flesh his thumb brushing against her bare skin, she would release this deep throaty moan and she would grind against him a little faster and throwing back her head. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen, he was still in amazement that he hadn't completely lost it yet. He started placing wet kisses along her collar bone and then moving down to the swell of her breast sucking on the soft flesh as he tightened his grip on her waist. When she spoke, he almost didn't hear her because he was too focused on what he was doing as well as trying to control his raging hormones.
"What time is your mom coming home?" She gasped out.
What? Why on earth would she want to talk about his mother in the middle of this? He decided to ignore her and continue what he was doing, that is until she gripped his head and effectively pulled him away from her chest.
"Finn, seriously what time?"
"Not till 10 she worked a double shift today. Do you want to stop..."
He trailed off she placed a brief kiss on his lips, "Shh."
Well he didn't need to be told twice. He moved his hands back on her hips and froze as he watched her bend her arms in an odd way behind her back, he was about to ask her what she was doing when her bra fell between them along with his jaw.
He took it back his girl was fucking awesome.
She looked at him shyly her entire upper body a slight tinge of red, he grinned at her briefly before he focus on the small mounds of flesh calling out to him his hand automatically rising and he brushed his thumb tentatively against her puckering nipple, the both of them groaning simultaneously at the contact and suddenly his entire hand was covering her breast and he was massaging it gently as she moaned her lower body moving against him, her fingernails digging into his shoulder as she arched her back into him her hips moving slowly against his erection.
He took one look at her face and released a low grunt as he buckled his own hips against hers, he then lowered his mouth and lightly licked her nipple.
She moaned out loudly her hands now pulling on his hair and pushing his face closer to her breast. That was all the encouragement he needed so he then began to slowly suck and lick her flesh while she moved her hips frantically against him. She widened her legs furthered and pressed her body firmly against his and with each thrust of her hips her movement got more erratic. When suddenly her entire body tensed and her nails dug deep into his shoulder and she threw her back as she released the sexiest noise he had ever heard, he knew the only reason he did not loose his shit right there and then was because he was still in shock that, that had just happen. He pulled his head back letting go of her breast with a slight pop as he looked at her in awe. When she straightened her back and looked at him, her cheeks were red, her eyes wide and dilated, his girl looked completely spent and fucking sexy.
"Did you just..."
"Yea." She said blushing in embarrassment her arms now folded across her chest as she looked at him uncomfortably.
Finn grinned and unfolded her arms placing a kiss on her lips and he can't help but feel proud, "Baby that was hottest thing ever."
She smiled timidly at him as he pulled her in for another kiss, her body still moving slowly against his hard on and he knew he was very, very close to loosing all his self control , especially when her tiny hands suddenly found their way under his shirt and she's tugging at it gently. He pulled back allowing her to pull off his shirt, and although he's still kind of self conscious of how he looks he figured he kind of owed her after all she was sitting half naked on his lap and doing fucking awesome things with her hips. So his shirt joined her own top on the floor and she leaned forward pressing their bare chest together and the feeling of her hard nipples against his skin is all kinds of awesome and he tilted his head back against the couch moaning softly as his hands make small circles along her bare hip, while she placed numerous wet kisses on his bare chest. He seriously deserved a fucking medal for lasting this long. But with each thrust of her hips he felt himself moving closer and closer towards to the edge, his grip tightening on her waist. Suddenly time seemed to come to a standstill as he felt her hand brush against the bulge in his pants, he gasped slightly unsure if he imagined that or not, but sure enough he felt it again opening his eyes he looked down at her just in time to see her unbuckle his belt, her tiny fingers already working on the buttons of his jeans.
"Rach." His voice is kind of strangled when he tried to speak, but he needed to know if she really wanted to do this.
Rachel looked up at him, her hand freezing over the zipper, she bit her lip, "It's okay I want to do this for you."
"Are you sure?" he asked again, cause as much as he wants this he would totally hate himself if she thought she had to do it, and regretted it.
Rachel grinned shyly, "I'm positive. Now I've never done this before so I don't know what the proper etiquette when engaging in..."
"Rach just go with it."
He said groaning slightly, her hand was barely touching him through his jeans and boxers and he's already so close he doesn't think he can last much longer, and he would really like her to, you know, touch him before that happened.
She slowly pulled at the zipper, and he can't help but grin at the look of determination on her face as she focused solely on what she was doing. Her knuckled brush lightly against the bulge of his boxers and he had to take everything in his self control to not buckle his hips against her hand. When they had effectively pulled down his jeans so that he was basically sitting in his boxers with the mother of all hard ons, he looked at her in anticipation as she bit her lip and slowly hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down gently. He grunted as the cold air hit his erection. When neither of them moved for a minute, he was just about to show her what to do when he suddenly gasped and his hips buckled involuntarily as he felt her tiny wrap around the tip of his shaft. He released a low moan as he threw his head back against the couch.
"Am I doing it right?" she asked uncertain, her tiny hand now moving slowly down his length with almost little or no pressure. She was a fucking tease and she didn't even know it.
"Yes." He grunted out and he was pretty sure it had nothing to do with her question.
With each stroke of her hand, her movements became more confidant and she then started alternating between squeeze the base and the slowly moving her hand up his length, her thumb brushing across his tip and making him gasp, his hips jerking against her hand. This was by far the best fucking experience of his life. He opened his eyes curiosity getting the best of him when she released tiny moans each time she moved her hand along his length. She was biting her lip in deep concentration as she moved her hand alternating between squeezing his flesh and rubbing him, her hips were rotating against his thighs in time with the movements of her hands and her boobs were bouncing with each movement, that was all the stimulation he could handle and suddenly his hips were jerking against her hand and he released a strangle groan as he came all over the both of them and her hand. The same hand that was still moving up and down his shaft as he rode out his orgasm.
"I read that continuous stimulation helps enhance the experience." She said in a matter-of-tone
She really did want to do this, if she was talking about it like she had done research on it, and that would totally be something Rachel would do. Added to the fact that she was speaking to him as though they were talking about school work and not that she had just given him the best hand job of his life.
"That was fucking awesome." He breathed out, still trying to get his heart rate somewhat under control.
He watched as she leaned over to the other end of the couch, never moving off his lap to grab her handbag, she pulled out a few napkins and wiped her dirty hand and then moved to his stomach once they were both clean she slid off his lap and walked over to the wastepaper bin that his Mom had in the corner of the room. He quickly tucked himself back into his boxers not bothering to pull up his jeans.
Rachel Berry was walking around his living room half naked. She didn't seem to notice at first cause she was simply smiling as she walked back towards him, that is until she noticed his gaze and she gasped covering her chest up with her hands, blushing wildly.
"Oh I'm behaving like such a hussy. Walking around your living room half naked." She spoke dramatically as she slid onto the couch next to him, he hooked his arms under her legs and pulled them over his lap so that her entire body was practically wrapped around him. Her body angled towards him so that her boobs were kind of pressed against his chest. Which was awesome.
"It's hot though" he murmured running his hands through her now tangled hair.
"That's so not what I meant." Rachel said amused, as she leaned over him to grab her bra.
"Hey! What are you doing?" he asked her in disappointment going to grab the bra.
"I'm going change back into my clothes." She said frowning at him as she swatted his had away," Stop that."
"Why can't we stay like this for a while?" he said gesturing between their half naked bodies and making sure to put a pout on his face for added effect
But she seemed immune to it today, unfortunately as she shook her head," You are only saying that cause you want to look at my boobs longer."
He grinned at her, and looked at her boobs pointedly, "They are awesome boobs babe."
When she blushes slightly at his words he took that as a sign and leaned forward to kiss her, his hand that is not bracing himself on the couch, moving to squeeze her left breast slightly. She moaned into his mouth returning the kiss when the sound of a car door slamming made them both jump.
Rachel pulled back looking at him with wide eyes." I thought you said you mother had a late shift?"
"She does!" he insisted as she grabbed his shirt throwing it at him while she pulled on her own sweater and shoved her bra into her handbag.
He quickly stood up as he pulled his shirt over his head, and heard as Rachel huff loudly. When he looked down he saw that she was squatting in front of him, grabbing the waist of his jeans that were now at his ankles.
"Rachel what are you doing?"
"Helping you get dressed." She snapped as she tugged his pants a little too hard for comfort and buttoning his pants.
He groaned in exasperation slapping her hands away gently as he moved to buckle his belt and pull the zipper closed. She fussed with his shirt fixing the collar and smoothing out the wrinkles just as they heard the key turn in the door.
Rachel immediately stepped back and flung herself onto the couch grabbing a nearby magazine, flipping through it idly. He was looking at her in amazement, wondering when she even was able to fix her hair in the mad rush, just as his mother walked in still dressed in her work clothes.
"Hey guys." His mother greeted them brightly as she hung up her coat jacket.
"Good afternoon Mrs. Hudson! How was your day?" Rachel asked brightly as she stood up from the couch to greet his mother.
He looked on in amusement at the exchange, Rachel looking like the picture perfect innocent girlfriend, but there are two things wrong with this picture for one Rachel sweater was on backwards so the smiling bunny was now looking at him rather than his mother and her skirt had somehow gotten twisted so that the zipper was now at the side instead if the front.
"Glad to be home dear." Finn mother answered her tiredly.
Finn looked at his mother closely bracing himself when she noticed Rachel's outfit, cause let's face it if he noticed there is no way in hell that she wouldn't. So when her eyes widen in surprise he cringed slightly at what was to come.
"Is that gas I smell?" she asked sniffing the air
Rachel gasped in horror her hands going to her face as he turned to look at him, "The cookies!"
"But we never finished them." Finn said stupidly, and only realized his mistake after the fact. Rachel was now glaring at him and his mother looking between the two of them suspiciously, she took a closer look at Rachel and then looked at him with the same intense gaze she gets and he was pretty sure that she could read minds or something with that look. This time he did not hold back a groan knowing they were caught and completely screwed.
In the end he ended up getting grounded for a month and Rachel was not allowed back in the house unless his mother was home.
And he still didn't end up getting his cookies, not that he was complaining.
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