Hard To Say I'm Sorry (original) (raw)

Titel: Hard To Say I'm Sorry
Author: tjcrowfoot
Raiting: NC-17
Word Count: 2,742
Pairing/Chracters: Finn/Rachel
Disclaimer: Seriously?
Summary: Finn screws up. He apologizes the best way he knows how.

This was the absolute last time Rachel was going to allow Finn to plan their dates.

She’d already said that, numerous times, after being subjected to a professional baseball game, laser tag, paintballing, and canoeing, but he always managed to get around her objections with his ridiculous half-grin and puppy dog eyes and, worst of all, his kisses.

She had no defense against his kisses, and he knew it. Damn him.

But this time she was putting her foot down. And this time she really meant it.

She shivered, pressing herself closer against his back. “Finn, please. Let’s go.” She looked around cautiously before screwing her eyes shut and burying her face in his shirt, clutching him frantically.

Finn smiled to himself, bending over to peer more closely. “Rach, c’mon! I can’t help it! I’ve never seen one up close before. When am I gonna get another chance like this?” He was absolutely fascinated.

Rachel was literally shaking in her shoes. When Finn had suggested a trip to the Cincinnati Zoo she had been thrilled. Finally he’d chosen something they could both enjoy.

Her excitement lasted until he dragged her into this horrible, horrible place. “_Finn_…” she whined, tugging at his arm. “Let’s go see the otters.”

“In a minute, Rach. This exhibit doesn’t come around very often. I didn’t get to go the last time it was here. We got lucky today.” He moved to the next case, completely enthralled, dragging Rachel behind him.

Rachel opened one eye to see if their change in position had improved her surroundings. She slammed it shut immediately, panic forcing a high-pitched wail from her despite her efforts to hold it back. “FinnFinnFinnFinnFinnFinn…” she chanted.

Finn turned around and wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back to help calm her down. “Shh, Rach. They can’t get you. You’re safe. I’m here,” he whispered in her ear, his face aching with the smile he was fighting.

She was such a girl. They were just spiders.

Rachel stiffened and snapped her head up, glaring fiercely at Finn. “Finn Hudson. Those..those things are not. just. spiders. And how dare you make fun of me?”

Shit. He’d said that out loud. He grimaced and shifted into damage control mode. “Baby, I didn’t mean it like _that_…”

He was so screwed.

Rachel was in full freak-out now. “Look at these things, Finn. Look at them!” She waved an arm at the glass cases all around them.

Each one of them filled with a different species of tarantula.

Well, that’s kinda what he was trying to do. Why else did she think he’d brought them here?

These things were so. frickin’. cool. Or they would be, if she’d loosen her death grip and let him look.

Oh, shit. “Um, Rach…”

She kept going, so mad she wasn’t aware of what she was doing. Her arms were flailing and her voice was increasing in volume with each word she spoke. “Why on earth would you think—“

“Rachel!” he reached for her but it was too late. She bumped into the case behind her, turning automatically to see what she’d hit.

Just in time to see the giant tarantula leap at the front of the glass, fangs bared and front legs raised, all the hair on its body bristled out.

Rachel’s eyes bugged out and she screamed so loud Finn’s ears were still ringing even after she’d been gone for five minutes.

He would have followed her, but he knew the lecture he’d get for lagging behind would be better than the one he’d have to endure if she knew he was laughing.

He doubled over, trying to catch his breath, holding on to the spider case nearest him and wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. He glanced at the spider inside, losing it all over again when the spider charged his hand.

That was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.

He got himself under control, looking around regretfully at all the awesome spiders he knew he wasn’t going to get the chance to see. Taking a deep breath for courage he headed out after Rachel.

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Taking Rachel to see the tarantulas wasn’t the stupidest idea he’d ever had.

Telling Puck about it wasn’t either.

Puck snorted soda out his nose, which was kinda cool, but the next words out of Puck’s mouth killed his amusement.

“Dude, that’s fucking awesome!” Puck was still laughing. “Who knew Berry was afraid of spiders?” He got that look in his eye that Finn knew in his bones was never a good thing.

“Puck…” Finn glared at him.

“’S’cool. Chill the fuck out, Frankenteen. ‘M’not gonna do anything.” He waved a hand at Finn, lost in thought.

Even trusting that Puck wasn’t going to do anything wasn’t the stupidest thing he’d ever done.

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Finn was in a pretty good mood on Friday. Rachel had almost totally forgiven him, if last night’s make-out session was anything to go by, and he knew that her dads were going out of town tonight.

He planned to finish persuading her to absolutely forgive him.

Glee rehearsal went smoothly, and Mr. Schue was rambling on at the front of the classroom. Finn was only half-listening, his mind already on his plans for this evening. Maybe if he’d been paying attention he could have prevented what happened next.

Everyone in the choir room was focused on Mr. Schue and nobody saw Puck reach into his backpack.

But everyone saw Rachel levitate and scream bloody murder when the tarantula landed in her lap.

Finn was so startled it was just instinct that had him laughing with Puck and the other guys when he saw daylight between Rachel’s ass and the chair before she leaped up and started frantically swatting at her clothes and dancing around, shrieking at the top of her lungs.

She couldn’t see the tarantula anywhere, which increased her anti-spider efforts with every passing second. Which also increased the hilarity level in every male in the room, including Finn.

He couldn’t stop himself, even though he knew that this was the stupidest thing he’d ever done.

It was just so freakin’ funny.

Puck was literally rolling on the ground, holding his sides, tears streaming down his face, ignoring Quinn’s slapping at his shoulder and hissing at him to “stop it”, laughing so hard he was wheezing.

As soon as Rachel spotted the tarantula crawling on the ground in front of her she stopped dancing in place, backing away slowly with wide eyes, panting out little whines, though she was unaware she was making any noise at all. She looked up at Finn.

Finn. Who was laughing.

She slapped him hard, bursting into tears and running out of the room.

Finn got up to go after her, but found his way barred by Mr. Schue. Mr. Schue grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, pointing at an empty chair.

“Everyone is dismissed.” He looked at Puck and Finn, daring them to go anywhere. As soon as the room cleared he narrowed his eyes at Puck. “I suggest you catch that thing before it gives someone else a heart attack, Puck.”

Puck scowled but obeyed.

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Two weeks worth of detention? Totally worth it. Puck smirked on the way to the truck, whistling softly to himself. He looked at the sullen boy next to him.

“The fuck’s your problem, Hudson? ‘S’not like you got detention or anything.” Puck tossed his truck keys in the air a couple of times.

Finn scowled hatefully at him. “I’d rather have detention than try to get back in Rachel’s good graces. Nice going, asshole.” He shoved Puck hard.

Puck bounced off the side of his truck, rubbing his shoulder and glaring at Finn. “Fuck you, man. Nobody made you laugh.”

They looked at one another and absolutely lost it all over again.

“You…shit…dance…” Finn gasped out. His sides were aching.

“Three feet in the air…” added Puck, leaning against his truck and wheezing again.

They finally calmed down. Finn wiped his eyes and looked sideways at Puck. “You’re still an asshole.”

Puck smiled proudly. “I know.”

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Finn banged his knee against the tree and cursed. He waited a moment for the throbbing to abate before resuming his ascent.

If she’d answered even one of his many phone calls or texts he wouldn’t have had to resort to scaling a damn tree in the middle of the damn night.

Damn it.

But then again, maybe he kinda deserved it. He chided himself again for laughing. He was gonna have to get better with his impulse control.

He figured he had a pretty good shot. If he could master _self_-control, surely impulse control should be easy, right?

God, he hoped so. ‘Cause it really sucked when Rachel was mad at him. He climbed the last little bit and was elated to see that she had left her window cracked enough for him to wiggle his fingers under the edge and ease it up. Hooking one long leg over the sill he folded his body through the open window.

He approached the bed and got mad at himself all over again looking at Rachel sleeping, her face tear-stained and one hand clutching her open cell phone. He worked the phone free and scanned through it quickly.

Well, at least she’d read all of his messages. He hoped it had started to soften her well-justified resentment toward him. He walked quietly across her bedroom and ran a washcloth under warm water. He came back and gently washed her face until all traces of tears were gone. She stirred a bit, but didn’t wake up. She just whimpered a bit in her sleep and rolled on to her side.

Finn dropped the washcloth on the floor. He slipped off his shoes and stripped down to his boxers before sliding under the covers and nestling up against her back. He pulled her hair away with one finger and kissed her neck below her ear.

He loved the fact that she could never resist his kisses.

“Rachel,” he whispered, and kissed her again.

She made a noise but didn’t wake up.

He ran his hand down her side, lingering on her hip, nuzzling her neck with his nose. “Baby.”

She shifted and pressed her ass back against him, snuggling in with another little noise.

Finn held on to her hip and pushed back, the contact dragging a quiet moan from him. Damn, she felt so good. He could feel himself harden in response and his fingers slipped under her sleep shirt, caressing the soft skin of her stomach.

He was really glad they’d spent so much time working on his self-control. Now he could concentrate on apologizing and not the mailman. Slowly he slid his big hand up until he was cupping her bare breast. He rubbed his palm back and forth until her nipple pebbled under his touch. He kneaded her breast a couple more times before circling her nipple with one fingertip, grinding his erection against her and kissing and sucking on her neck.

“Rachel…” he murmured.

When he started using his thumb and forefinger to gently pinch her nipple her whole body shivered and she mewled, pushing herself against his hardness.

Finn moved his hand up further until he reached her shoulder. He pulled her toward him until she was laying on her back, her body wedged tightly between his legs and his erection rubbing on her hip. He kissed his way up her neck on his way to her lips, his hand wandering to her other breast to tease it as well.

Rachel slowly came to, her entire body already on fire and her panties getting wetter by the second. His talented fingers plucked her other nipple into hardness and she had another full-body spasm, her moan swallowed up by Finn’s kiss.

Damn him and his kisses. She was still really mad at him, but….oh, God. Her left hand buried itself in Finn’s hard, pulling him harder into the kiss, arching her breast into his huge palm.

Finn smiled to himself at her actions. He had her just where he wanted her. She was still probably going to try to kill him later, but for now he was the one in control, and he was going to do his damnedest to take as much fight out of her as he could. He ground against her hip, nipping at her bottom lip until she opened her mouth to his tongue. He slid his tongue into her mouth and she arched against him again, her fingers fisting in his hair.

He kept kissing her. Hot, slow wet kisses punctuated by him rhythmically grinding against her hip and slipping his fingers under the waistband of her panties.

She was soaked.

Rachel whined against his lips and lifted her hips so he could slide her panties down. When they reached her knees she moved her legs and finished working them off, kicking them out of the way. He grabbed her knee and traced circles on the inside of her thigh, working his way toward the spot that was aching for his touch.

She pushed his head down. Finn broke the kiss and nuzzled her jaw for a moment before moving down and tracing her nipple with his tongue. He smiled at the thin wail she let out.

Those were the kind of whines he liked, not the ones where she was scared out of her mind.

He lashed her nipple with his tongue and traced up and down her wet slit, slipping two fingers inside and thumbing her clit. Rachel rose off the bed, coming hard against his hand with a loud moan. Finn kept rubbing his thumb against her, riding out her orgasm with her.

When she collapsed back against the bed he pulled his hand away, kissing back up her body to reach her lips. He kissed her hard several time until she turned her head to the side and gasped out, “Drawer.”

Finn reached over her to pull a condom from her nightstand drawer. Rachel stroked him lightly and it was his turn to gasp and shudder. He tore open the little packet with his teeth and she took it from him, rolling it down his length. She squeezed him a couple of times and he bent his head to her, kissing her hotly as he positioned himself between her thighs.

Rachel grasped his hips, pulling him into her. Her head fell back at the feel of him inside her, hot and thick, stretching her open and filling her completely. She would never get tired of this feeling.

Finn held her face, driving his tongue deep into her willing mouth in time with the motion of his hips thrusting into her hot wetness. He could feel her fingers tightening on his hips, pulling him deeper into her and he pumped harder in response. When her hands started to shake he knew she was close. He reached between them and thumbed her clit like he knew she liked and that was all it took. She wrapped her legs around him and clutched his shoulders, biting hard on his shoulder as she came again. The feel of her pulsing around him took him over the edge, and he held her hips tightly as he drove hard into her and came with a hoarse groan.

He braced himself on his elbows, his forehead resting against hers while they both tried to catch their breath, waiting for their hearts to stop racing. He played idly with her hair, kissing her face in random spots, murmuring “I love you” and “I’m so sorry”.

She opened her eyes and glared half-heartedly at him. “I’m still mad at you. Just so you know.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “I figured you were. I deserve it.”

She pouted. “Yes, you do.” She gave him a sly smile. “But if that’s how you’re going to apologize, I’ll probably let you try to get me to forgive you. At least a couple more times.”

Finn grinned. “Awesome. How ‘bout I also help you get revenge on Puck?”

Rachel’s eyes lit up.

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Monday morning the students at McKinley were treated to the sight of Noah Puckerman screaming like a little girl when he opened his locker and the snake inside reared up at him.

Rachel just smiled, holding Finn’s hand tightly as they walked past.