GLee: C.F.T.F - 6

Can't Fight This Feeling

Chapter 6: Breakin' Down My Walls

Rachel sighs and yawns loudly as her iPod goes off, and she glances at the clock on her nightstand. 6:00. It's time to get up. She slowly sits up, crawling out of bed, and changes into her work out clothes before grabbing her iPod and making her way to the elliptical machine. She starts it up and turns on her Wicked playlist, and is soon lost in the lyrics of Defying Gravity as she pushes herself to get the best work out she possibly can.

She's nearly through the entire soundtrack when Defying Gravity plays again, telling her it's time for her morning shower. She quickly gets off the elliptical, turns it off, and heads into the bathroom after grabbing a towel and her fuzzy, pink robe. She turns on the shower, then after giving the water a few minutes to heat up, she strips and climbs in. As she stands there, letting the hot, steaming water soak her shivering body, she lets her mind wander, a pensive look on her face.

She remembers texting with Finn last night, and him asking her to come over for dinner today. She'd been so tired, she hadn't felt like giving him an answer right then, so she'd told him she'd tell him later. Later ended up being today, whenever he arrives to pick her up.

She sighs softly as she begins to lather up the shampoo in her hair. Her dads had been thrilled to hear about Finn's invitation. No. More like ecstatic. She hadn't even been able to talk them into giving her a reason she couldn't go- they practically gave her permission to MARRY the jock in all their excitement.

"Rachel honey, we're so proud of you...Just think, soon you'll be walking down the aisle, and then we'll have grandbabies shortly after, I HOPE."

Just remembering her dad's words makes her face turn red with embarrassment, and she decides she's very grateful that the water's extra hot this morning, because she can blame any lingering redness of her cheeks on the temperature of the water. She sighs heavily as she rinses the shampoo out and lathers on the conditioner, grabbing her strawberry scented body wash and lathering the suds all over herself. She's not going to get out of going to Finn's tonight, she knows that. What's worse is she still has to tell him that she's going, and after last night, she's kind of afraid he'll be happy enough to make another move with her.

A shiver runs up her spine as she remembers the previous night. Sitting in Finn's car in the dark...gazing up into his chocolate brown eyes just before he kissed her; softly yet so firmly at the same time. He'd caught her with such determination, so much passion...she'd been wondering if he really did want her, and as more than just a rebound....But she still couldn't bring herself to surrender completely to the idea. Finn may think he wants her, but she knows better. It's his feelings acting of their own accord, doing what they can to help him recover from the blow to his pride that was Quinn Fabray and Noah Puckerman.

Her brow crinkles as she mulls this over in her mind. She really feels bad for Finn. She really wants to be there for him, help him through the mess his life's become...but...she can't. It's his fault though...He's trying to get her to be his girlfriend for Christ's sake (and it's not that she doesn't like him, but for once she's decided to try and do things without a hidden, selfish motive, and to actually care for others' feelings than her own)!

If he wasn't trying so dang hard to make their friendship more...She wouldn't mind being around him so much. At least then she could think whatever she wanted of their time together, even if it would just be them hanging out as friends...but NO. Finn is making it way too hard, treating all their time together as something so crucial, something he's so desperate for.

Rachel decides to push these thoughts away for now, and she rinses the body wash off herself, as well as the conditioner from her hair before stopping the water and wrapping up in her towel, drying off and putting on her robe, reveling in the warmth of its fuzziness.

She's just picked up her brush and is running it through her long, luxurious locks of hair when she hears the doorbell, and a perplexed frown appears on her face. That can't be Finn already, can it? Well, whoever it is, she needs to answer the door. Rachel glances down, frowning as she realizes she's still in her robe. She makes sure her fuzzy robe is secure before hurrying down the stairs.

She hurriedly flings the door open, eyes widening slightly in surprise at the jock standing in front of her in a black shirt with red and white stripes going across it, and beige colored jeans. "H-hi, Finn...you're early..."

"Hi Rachel.." Finn smiles, taking her in all at once, and quirks an eyebrow slightly at her. Her hair is dripping wet, she's clad in a pink bathrobe that matches the color of the blush on her face, and she smells really good. Like, strawberry scented kinda good. "...Were you in the shower?"

"Uh huh..see, I shower every day after my exercise on the elliptical." Rachel can feel herself blushing under his stare, and she backs up a little to let him inside. "I just finished...it's as I said....you're early this morning..."

"Oh...ok...that makes sense I guess." Finn responds slowly, walking inside, still eying her. "Uh......did you want me to like..you know, wait outside or...you know..in the car?"

"Oh, no..that's ok." Rachel says hurriedly, closing the door. "It's chilly outside, you can wait in the living room.."

"Oh, ok...cool." Finn nods and goes into the living room. "Ok, uhh..I'll see you when you're ready then."

"I'll try to hurry." Rachel says over her shoulder before turning and hurrying up the stairs. She gets to her room and runs in, closing the door behind her. She wishes her heart would calm down. It's not as if Finn hasn't been in her house before!

'But those times you weren't in nothing but a robe, and it was to rehearse for Glee.' she reminds herself as she makes her way to her closet and begins the never ending search for the perfect outfit to wear today.

--

Finn smiles to himself as he leans back into the couch, waiting for Rachel to return. He didn't realize he was so early, really. He probably should have guessed he would be though...when he woke up at 4:30 after an...interesting dream about Rachel, and found he couldn't sleep. Which was strange for him,cause he totally loves to sleep..

But since that had been impossible, he'd gotten up and gotten a shower, which hadn't lasted too long, cause the hot water ran out fast, suddenly hitting him with a blast of ice cold water like you'd find in Alaska or some other cold place he doesn't feel like thinking of to mention. After his shower, he'd gotten dressed, grabbed his things and left, not in the mood to eat.

Now here he is, sitting in her living room and feeling like an idiot for not forcing himself to eat, cause his stomach's starting to growl. If only he'd had the foresight to pack himself at least SOMETHING to eat. ANYTHING would be better than sitting here in Rachel Berry's living room, listening to his stomach growl to the point that it hurts!

A few minutes later he hears the blow dryer stop, and the soft thump of footsteps on the stairs is heard before Rachel walks into the room, dressed in a purple v-neck ribbed vest with a ruffly button down white shirt under, and a black pleated skirt that stops a little above her knees, complete with a pair of dark, knee high socks and black flats. Finn tries his hardest to focus on her face, but she makes it so hard! Darn her and her stupid short skirts!

"So, how do I look?" She asks with a bright smile, wondering silently why she cares what he thinks.

"You look...really, umm....nice..and.. pretty." he compliments the best he can, though he's a guy, and still isn't sure just what a girl wants to hear when she asks that kind of question. "Great socks." he adds, then feels like an idiot. Seriously, what kind of person compliments a girl on her SOCKS? He slaps himself mentally, blushing as the petite brunette giggles softly.

"Thank you, Finn, I'm flattered that you approve." she says with a grin. It's that one smile of hers that drives him nuts and makes it hard to focus.

"So....are you ready to leave now or...what...?" The jock asks, trying to keep a conversation going the best he can.

She shakes her head. "Not quite, Finn...I still have to eat breakfast."

"Oh." His stomach growls again, louder this time than before, and he blushes several shades of red as she laughs slightly.

"Didn't you eat, Finn...?"

"Uh no...not really...see...I couldn't eat, cause I woke up too early, and I was..." He breaks off, blushing harder. What's he supposed to tell her? That he woke up from a very...Mature dream about her, and was too focused on that to even think of eating, then when he did, he found he couldn't eat? No...he'd rather not say that. It'd make him look like even more of a jerk, and he really doesn't want Rachel to think he's a jerk. Really.. "..I just wasn't hungry." he says after a few minutes of silence.

"Oh...ok..." She pauses. "Well you sound rather hungry now...come on, you can have something to eat here." Before she can stop herself, she's walked over and grabbed his hand to help him up, which she does, but before she can pull away, he tightens his grip on her hand, not letting go as he follows her into the kitchen.

"Ok...let's see.." Rachel glances around the kitchen, trying to ignore the tingles that are going through her as he holds fast to her hand. She looks on the counter, her gaze landing on a plastic container of chocolate chip muffins and she picks it up with her free hand, holding it out to him. "Muffin?"

He blinks for a minute before nodding and smiling. "Oh yeah...yeah, thanks!" he grins, letting her hand go and taking the muffins. He sits down at the table and opens the container, pulling a muffin out for himself. Then as an after thought he gets another and holds it out to Rachel. "Here you go, for you."

Rachel's not sure why but that simple action made her blush. She nods and takes the muffin gently from his hand, smiling. "Thank you, Finn..." She says softly, pulling out the chair that sits across from his and having a seat.

"You're welcome." He replies with his mouth full, and she can't help giggling at how cute his face looks, even when it's stuffed with chocolate chip pastry.

They sit there in silence for a few minutes, just eating, neither of them really knowing what to say. It's Finn who's done first, and he grins at Rachel. "I'm done...so, uh...I'm ready whenever you are."

Something about his face makes the brunette giggle, and she nearly chokes on her muffin, finally managing to swallow the last bite before bursting into a fit of giggles.

The football player frowns at her in confusion. "What is it? Did I say something funny?" He raises an eyebrow as she shakes her head. "Then what is it? C'mon, Rach, tell me!"

Finally, Rachel is able to stop laughing, and she points to him. "You've got chocolate all over your face...it looks like you have a beard and mustache!"

"Oh...OH.." Finn blushes and sticks his tongue out, trying to lick the chocolate off. "Did I get it?" he asks, but with his tongue out it sounds more like "Dith ah gef iph?"

Rachel giggles again and shakes her head before going to the sink and getting a washcloth, wetting it, and walking back over to the boy (who is still trying to get the chocolate with his tongue). "Hold still, Finn.."

Finn obliges, and is surprised as the petite girl gently washes the chocolate off his face with the washcloth, her hand softly stroking the sensitive skin around his lips. "There you go." She says after a few minutes before pulling away.

He's surprised at how uncomfortable he feels without her hand on his face. "Thanks..." he manages to say. Then, before he can figure out what he's doing, he leans in and kisses her softly on the cheek.

She stares at him in shock, nearly dropping her washcloth. "Finn, I..." She breaks off for a minute before shaking her head and finishing with, "I'm going to go brush my teeth, and then I'll be ready...I'll hurry!"

Before he has any chance to react whatsoever, Rachel hurries out of her chair, pushes it in under the table, and darts up the stairs, into the bathroom. She closes the door and glares at herself in the mirror.

'Rachel Berry, you did NOT..You did NOT just almost tell him you LOVE him! What happened to that carefully thought out plan of letting him recover, thinking you don't care for him anymore, THEN going after him?! Are you really that weak that you're going to just give it all up over a kiss on the cheek?!'

She sighs as she pulls out her tooth brush, squirting a fair amount of the mint flavored toothpaste onto it and begins to brush her teeth rigorously.

'I really don't know how much longer I can do this...he's making this so hard...and Oh GOD I haven't even told him yet about tonight! This day is going to be torture...Ugh, why me?!'

She finishes brushing her teeth and heads back downstairs, not all that surprised to find Finn waiting anxiously for her. "You ready, Rach?"

She nods slowly and he turns toward the door. However, he seems to change his mind as he turns around suddenly, taking hold of one of her smaller hands. "Oh, I almost forgot...one thing, Rach."

"Really...wh-what is it...?" She stammers, trying to take her hand back but to no avail.

He grins and gives her hand a slight squeeze. "What did you decide about tonight? Will you come over for dinner and meet my Mom?"

Rachel swallows slightly before nodding her head a little. "Yes...m-my dads said I can go...so...I guess I'll be attending as your Mother wishes." she says quietly, nearly jumping out of her skin as the tall boy gives a whoop of joy and scoops her into his arms, hugging her tightly.

"Really?! That's so great, I'm so happy and I know she will be too, cause my Mom's like totally wanted to meet you for a long time and now she'll be able to..this is gonna be so great..and you're not like Quinn, so she'll definitely be relieved to know I'm bringing a girl home for a visit and NOT because she's been kicked out for a mistake I supposedly made...and.."

He trails off, not knowing what else to say, and buries his face in her neck, taking a deep whiff of her hair...It smells so good. He smiles to himself and nuzzles her neck with his nose, again realizing how much like strawberries her skin smells...That's totally awesome, cause her last name is Berry, and she smells like a strawberry. He totally thinks that's cool. Really, really cool.

Rachel blushes as the boy explores her neck, not being very subtle about the fact that she smells good. For God's sake, he keeps pressing his nose to the nape of her neck, and while what he's doing feels kinda good, she can't help wishing he'd just let her go. "..Finn...."

"...Yeah..?" He grunts after a minute, inhaling another deep breath of her scent, feeling completely intoxicated by her. God, he's never felt so turned on, or wanted anyone as bad as he wants her...she drives him crazy!

"...We really should get to school now.." she says slowly, blushing harder

"Oh...y-yeah, I...I guess you're right..." Finn sighs and reluctantly frees the petite girl from his arms. She gives a relieved smile (and god, he has to really fight the urge to kiss those grinning lips) before opening the door and walking outside. He follows, unlocking his truck and opening her door for her, chivalrous as always. "In you go." he says goofily, flashing her his typical half grin, and she has to bite her lip to keep from smiling too widely at him as she gets in the passenger seat and buckles herself up. He really is such a gentleman when he wants to be...

Finn closes the door then, and climbs into the driver's seat, buckling himself up and putting the key into the ignition. He turns his head to look at her for a minute before starting the car up. "So, Rach...we'll just go to my place after school ends..okay?"

"..Ok." she answers after a brief moment of hesitation. He smiles at her again, that half way, lopsided grin of his, and leaves her house.

--

A few minutes later, they pull up in front of the school, and he pulls the truck into an empty space in the parking lot before putting it into park and taking the keys out of the ignition. "Ok, we're here...and we're early, cause I know you like to be early so you can be ahead of the game and everything."

Rachel glances up from her hands in her lap and gives him a small smile, touched. "Th..thank you, Finn...I really, really appreciate that....you're awesome."

He quirks an eyebrow slightly, an amused chuckle escaping him at her words, and he grins. "Thanks, Rach...you're pretty awesome yourself, you know..for a girl...yeah, you're awesome."

"Thank you again.." She inhales sharply, her breath hitching as she realizes he's leaning closer to her, and an alarm goes off in her mind. He's not seriously going to...He IS...This guy's about to try and kiss her again, just like yesterday!

Their foreheads are almost touching when she grabs the door handle and pushes her door open, stumbling out of the car hastily. "Thank you for the ride, Finn, now I have to go and prepare my materials for the day...so, see you later!"

Before Finn can reply, she's grabbed her bag and is running toward the school. He sighs and rests his face on his hand, blushing faintly as he watches her. God, those skirts...she really must be trying to kill him..

--

She's at her locker when he sees her again, and his heart skips a beat. Why does that always happen whenever he sees or hears her?..Oh right. He's in love with her. That's right.

"Hey, Rach.." he says quietly, smiling as he walks up to her and opens his locker, finding it funny how their lockers have always been so close together, yet THEY were never close until Glee club. Why is that?...Oh yeah, because everyone considers her the loser, and he's the most popular guy in school-- or at least he WAS until everyone found out the truth about Quinn and the baby. The baby that isn't his. He sighs softly and shakes those thoughts away. Focus on Rachel..

"Hello again, Finn." She responds immediately, not stopping her search of her locker, or even looking at him as she speaks.

"Hey, can I talk to you about something..?" He puts a hand on her shoulder and smirks to himself when he feels her entire being shudder. Gee, if she reacts that way just from his hand on her shoulder, he wonders how she'd react to him wrapping his arms around her from behind. He just might have to try that sometime...

"S-sure, talk away." The brunette replies shakily, snapping him back from his thoughts.

"Ok...cool." He grins slightly before going on. "Ok, so....I was just...uh...kinda wondering if you would...you know, let me be your boyfriend, now.." He's giving a very sheepish little smile, trying to hide the faint blush that's crept onto his face, and she has to fight not to grin at him. "See...I've been, well, I've been trying really hard....and I was just wondering if...maybe, you know...I could have another chance now.." He closes his locker and walks over in front of her.

Rachel closes her locker with a small sigh and turns to face him. She's about to respond when she happens to glance beyond the jock, and she locks stares with a scowling Quinn, who's holding tightly to the hand of a shocked looking Puck, and panic flashes through her mind. Did they hear everything Finn just said? Judging from the look on their faces, (Quinn's especially) Rachel's pretty sure they did, cause the minute she locked eyes with them, Puck hastily led the blond girl away.

She looks back up at Finn, who's bent over a little to meet her level. "But--Finn....it's...Just...Quinn!!" she stammers, not sure if she's trying to say that she doesn't want to be a rebound, or the fact that Quinn's listening in.

The football player just shakes his head at her, sighing softly. "Rachel, we've been through this...you're NOT going to be a rebound...and I told you before, who cares what she thinks? She has no right to get upset with you for this....I'm just going after someone who makes me happy.."

Rachel's about to speak again, and from the looks of her face, he doesn't think he wants to hear what she's about to say, so instead of letting her speak, he leans in and closes the distance between them, kissing her softly.

The brunette is no doubt shocked- she stopped moving, and he heard her breath hitch just before he kissed her. He can't help smiling, because whether she's aware of it or not, she's kissing him back...

She pulls back suddenly, and he frowns. "What is it...?"

"Finn..." She looks up at him seriously, seeming to hesitate before going on. "...I'm...flattered that you finally seem to...reciprocate the feelings I've had for you all along...but..." She breaks off mid sentence and casts her gaze downward.

"...But...?" Finn urges, tilting her chin upward again so she's looking into his eyes, and she feels her face flush from the intensity he's eying her with.

"Well...." she sighs. He asked for it...might as well tell him the truth. "Not only do I not think you are ready to be in another relationship, what with having lost a little girl, and while I would totally let you name our baby Drizzle I don't see myself wanting kids anytime soon, so you'd have a long wait and--err...." She pauses, blushing furiously as she sees the way he's watching her, eyebrow raised, smirking in amusement. "B-but, aside from that, who do you think you're kidding? You d-don't.."

She sighs. "Finn, you are Mr. Popular, and I'm just the loser nobody cares about at this school -" She holds up her hand to silence the protest he begins to make- "What do you think is going to happen if YOU start dating the freak?" She gives him a minute to think before answering her own question, "My guess is that they would treat you exactly like they treat me, which means you would probably get a facial slushy daily..and we both know you can't handle that." She sighs. "Your feelings for me may be more than you just rebounding, but you and I both know you don't have the guts to stick with me if that starts happening to you."

He stares at her for a few minutes, trying to process all that she just said. It sounded kinda...insulting, really. She...she doesn't think he can stay with her if the guys start harassing him?! Ok...so maybe she's got a point, he DID ditch her that one time when they were supposed to take the Glee club photo...but...this is different! She's his girlfriend (or at least, that's what he WANTS her to be), and he'd stick to her no matter what! He takes a deep breath before responding.

"Well, I really would prefer that I DON'T get slushied, but if I do I can't help it...it's because I'm with the one I love and that's all that really matters, not what others think..Remember when you told me not to let my reputation get in the way of important things? Well I'm pretty sure this is one of those things, cause if I'm worrying about what everyone thinks, I'm gonna miss out on a really great girl, and that would really just...suck."

He grins at her, wishing he could ever talk to her without having word vomit. "Besides...even if I did, you know..get slushied..well, I've heard that you're pretty good at washing slushies out of hair...and..you'd help me, wouldn't you?"

Now it's Rachel's turn to stare at him. To say she's surprised would be putting it mildly....she can't believe he just said all that to her. Finn...Mr. Not very talkative Football player FINN. She's having a hard time processing what he said for once...and she briefly wonders if this isn't how she's made him feel in the past, with her extensive knowledge and what not. She hides a little smile at his mention of her skill in washing slushies out of one's hair- she's pretty sure he heard that from Puck.

"Uhhh....Rach...?" Finn waves a large, calloused hand in her face, snapping her out of her thoughts, and she blinks.

"Sorry...I just...was thinking...that's a lot to process.." She jumps up, throwing her arms around the taller boy's neck in a warm hug. "...Are you...sure this is what you want...?" She asks after a moment. "I mean...I'm perfectly fine with just being friends." Ok, that part is a lie, but he doesn't need to know that.

Finn smirks and wraps his arms around the brunette tightly in response. "You know, Rach, I may not be the smartest guy around, but I know that's a lie...you want this just as much as I do, if not more." He feels her tense up slightly in his arms and a snicker escapes him. "I'm right...aren't I?" Before Rachel can answer, he smiles and adds, "Yes...Rachel, I want this...I already told you before, I don't really know much of what I want lately...but I DO know I want YOU...so...please...let's try and make this work?"

"But I--you're not ready--" Rachel stammers, blushing then shrieking as he shifts so that he's carrying her bridal style. "Finn!!-- Everyone is watching," she hisses in his ear. "Put me down.."

He doesn't answer her, nor does he move to let her back on the ground. "Rachel..." He smirks as he lowers his voice so she can barely hear him. "I know what I want...whether I'm, you know, ready and all that...that's my call to make.."

"Finn- Put me down.."

"Ok, but answer my question, please!"

She sighs and nods. "Fine..." Only when the jock lets her back onto the ground does she resume speaking. "Alright, Finn...before I make my decision...please, evaluate on just what us going out means to you."

"Uhh...ok..I think..." Finn hesitates, wondering if there's a wrong answer for this. He hopes not, because otherwise he might just lose the girl. He takes a deep breath before blurting out his answer, wincing because it's totally another case of word vomit.

"It means that we can finally be together and I can kiss you without feeling guilty..we can, like, get together outside of school and glee and I won't be wondering why I want to hold your hand so bad...and then on rainy days I can come over, and we can make popcorn and we can watch your broad way DVDs or whatever you wanna do, even if it's recording your MySpace videos together...I'll just be happy being AROUND you, cause your smile always makes me smile- I totally found that out when we were practicing smiling in the choir room that one day, with that song...and...well..being in Glee club, singing with you, it'll be easier too, cause I won't have to hide my feelings for you at the end of our duets together...and..."

He sighs. This is hard. "Rachel, I just really wanna be with you...I LOVE you." He wants to smack himself now. As if the stream of things they could do together wasn't bad enough, he just said IT. The three word phrase. She's totally gonna freak on him now. Go all chick batty. He sighs and closes his eyes, waiting for the yelling to begin...but to his surprise, it never comes, and he finds himself being pulled down into a kiss, which really surprises him.

When they break the kiss, he looks at her and is surprised to find tears in her eyes. "....Are you ok...?" he asks, feeling like an idiot. He KNEW he shouldn't have said so much!

The petite girl gives him a small nod, smiling at him, and god, even though she's crying he thinks this is the prettiest she's ever looked. "...Yes...I'm fine." She smiles a little wider and he KNOWS his heart just did a flip. "...Ok, Finn...ok." She gives a small smile. This is it. If he really wants all that, she can't fight him any longer...besides, that was really sweet, and she'd feel like a jerk if she said no after such a heartfelt speech as his.

OK? He stares at her, a shocked look on his face. Did she really just say ok? "...Is that a yes..?" He asks hesitantly, praying to God that she was saying ok to dating him, and not the fact that she's fine (though if he's being honest, he'd prefer she was saying ok to the fact that she is fine AND that she'll date him).

Rachel gives him another smile and laughs a little before nodding her head. "Yes...." she pauses. "However, there will be some rules."

"Oh..oh, ok." Finn nods, trying to contain himself. He's used to rules, after dating Quinn Christian Fabray. No touching under the bra...or even under the shirt unless told otherwise...you have to pray every so often...He looks at the Jewish girl and waits for her list.

"One, you have to be consistent." Rachel begins after a slight pause. She looks scared, as if she's expecting the whole thing to be a dream so he takes her hand and squeezes it gently, trying to reassure her.

"You can't walk through the halls with me one day, then avoid me the next because someone says something or harasses you...I need you to be proud of this relationship just as I would be."

Finn nods after a moment, grinning his half grin again. "Of course...and you can smack me if I goof up or something, you know.."

Rachel giggles softly before nodding and going on. "Two...I will go out with you on dates and what not, but we still have to practice our singing for Glee...Regionals are important, you know..."

"Totally!" The jock grins, unintentionally cutting her off again. "Besides, I like singing with you...it makes me feel.." he stops abruptly, realizing his mistake. "Oops, sorry..uhh, you were saying?"

Rachel laughs again and pretends to give an exasperated sigh before continuing. "Now there is one more rule, and it's perhaps the most important, so come down here."

Finn quirks an eyebrow and lowers himself so he's at her level, and she whispers in his ear. "What? I have to let you drive my car?!" He stammers, looking confused. "Wh-why is that the most important thing?!"

She tsk-tsks and sighs at him. "Because, I believe in relationships of equals and fairness. If you can drive me to school, I can drive you as well...understand?"

"Uh...yeah...I..I guess..." The jock mutters, still looking confused but nodding anyways. He's rewarded with another kiss, then, and his confusion vanishes from his face, replaced with a big, wide grin. "Ok, great...so..." He's cut off as the bell rings, signaling that class will start soon, and he flashes her an apologetic look. "Uh, I gotta go, I guess..."

"So do I." She gives him a tiny smile before turning and starting to walk away.

"Uh hey, wait a minute!" He stops her with a hand on her shoulder, and she looks at him curiously. "What is it?"

"Uhm...I'll..uhh...can I sit with you at lunch today?" He struggles to ask.

She giggles and nods slightly. "Of course...provided that I don't get my food flipped in my face again, that is."

"Oh, that shouldn't happen anytime soon," Finn can't help smirking, "I beat that guy up pretty good...so unless he wants that to happen again, I think he'll probably leave you alone, at least for a little while...and if it DOES happen again I'll kick the crap out of him so you don't have to like, worry or anything..so I'll see you at lunch?"

She's surprised at the flood of words from the boy, but she nods anyways. "I'll see you in Chemistry, THEN lunch." she smirks at him before turning away and walking off.

"Oh yeah, right...cool." Finn smiles at her retreating form before turning and walking the opposite direction, trying very hard not to break out in a happy dance. He got her...He did it...He freaking did it!