JJ: I'm very naughty, I know. I'm so so so sorry this chapter is delayed.

But darn it, real life just seems to get in the way and I lost my mojo.

Not a good excuse, I know but it's the only one I got. Sorry.

So, here we are; last chapter. I don't know if I'll do an epilogue, there's always something to be said about just leaving it unsaid, you know. However if you guys want it enough then of course I'll do one.

I'm here to please.

MASSIVE thank you to MewIchigoZoey who without, this story would be dead in the water.

Rachel's POV

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since Finn had talked to me, two weeks since he'd come to glee practice. Two weeks since he'd turned up to school even. I was so worried about him. I'd tried to contact him as soon as it happened but after days of getting my calls ignored and my texts unanswered I'd got the message and the last words he'd said to me would go reverberating around my head. "Screw this, I'm done with you! I'm done with all of you!" I had cried myself to sleep every night since he'd stormed out of the hall and out of the doors of McKinley. I was starting to think that in that moment he'd stormed out of my life as well. God, I hate to say it, but Puck was right. Puck. He'd told me that by letting Finn find out the truth that I wasn't just hurting him to help him in the long run, but breaking him forever. Well, he didn't put it as eloquently as that. I could still remember his cold glare driving through me, his face so close to mine. It made me sick. His words taunted me, "there is no point in telling him. Do you think that'll make him love you? It won't. It'll just push him away, from everyone. No one will get him. And then we'll all be losers." Well I was certainly feeling it now. In all my 16 years, I'd never felt more like a loser. I'd crawl in to bed at night and pray for Finn's forgiveness, I'd lie there and imagine his big arms around me, hear him whisper loving words to me and I'd start to drift towards sleep, happy. Until reality came crashing down and I would weep into my still damp pillow for the boy, now broken. The boy I'd broken.

I must have reflected the mess that I'd caused because when I came downstairs Friday for breakfast my fathers stopped me.

"Rachel, your Dad and I are becoming increasingly worried about you."

"Yes, Dear. You've always taken such pride in you appearance, and well... you seem to be slipping more and more by the day from your impeccable routine as well."

"You're staying up later and later and you haven't woken early enough to do your elliptical workout in days. And Honey, when was the last time you blew dry your hair?"

I looked into the eyes of my loving fathers. If only they knew. My dad's were pretty open with me and encouraged me to be the same way but there was something about the whole, "Well actually there is something wrong daddy, I finally seduced the boy I've been lusting over and after one night of the most incredible sex, I convinced him his pregnant girlfriend is carrying another man's baby and now he is a broken shell of a man who hasn't seen or talked to anyone in two weeks," conversation just wouldn't sit well with them.

Nonetheless they were right. I was so worried about Finn and my broken heart that I'd let everything else take the back seat. But that just wasn't Rachel Berry. Rachel Berry is a star. Rachel Berry takes the bull by the horn, tackles adversity head on! I looked up at my fathers doing my best to look sick

"I guess I have been feeling a little run down lately. Do you mind calling in the school sick for me, Daddy?" One lie couldn't hurt. Plus, I'd need the day to plan my attack.

"Of course Sweetie, you take the weekend to recover, are you sure it's not something more serious?" A pang of guilt waved through me, the look of concern on their poor faces as they fussed over me, checking my temperature with the back of their hands on my forehead, rushing to the kitchen to make me a sweet tea. They shouldn't be worrying about me, I was a monster.

After convincing my dads to go to work, that I just needed some time out and bed rest, I ran upstairs to my room and pulled out my laptop and quickly opened up iTunes. I already had a plan in the works and I needed the perfect soundtrack. Typing in 'Sorry' to the search bar at the top I flipped through the songs...

Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word – Elton John

Sorry's Not Good Enough – McFly

Daniel Bedingfield

Jonas Brothers

Taylor Swift

...None of them seemed to be able to say what I really wanted to convey. And then there it was- the perfect song. I almost burst into nervous, hysterical laughter when I saw it, it seemed too good to be true, the most perfect lyrics, that I know he'd like because I'd seen this band on his iPod before now. It energized me, the sluggish nature I'd developed since that day left me instantly. It was incredible.

I spent the whole day after that rehearsing and rehearsing. I was no stranger to perfecting a song in a day; my myspace videos were proof enough of that. But this was different; I wasn't just learning this to expand my already impressive bank of songs, I was doing this for the man I loved, for forgiveness.

There was a desperation in my voice that wouldn't shift even after the hours of nonstop practice. Even Dad and Daddy noticed it. When they returned Friday after work they were visibly pleased to see me singing again but I knew they heard the raw emotion coming from behind my locked bedroom door and I know it scared them, it scared me.

After dinner and a long and painful conversation with my fathers about teen depression and other related disorders – where I had to convince them whilst I had been sad over the last couple of weeks it was merely stress related and I did my best to put on a display of the ol' Berry Charm to get them off my back. I think it worked because when I grabbed some things from my bedroom and raced down the stairs they seemed delighted that I was getting out of the house.

"Dad, Daddy, I'm going out for a couple of hours. Going to catch up with the Glee kids ... to get the work I missed today and you know... Glee stuff. Ok?" I'm a lot better than that at lying normally. Not that I lie often, I'm just a good public speaker and from years of being on the debate team I'm very good at thinking on my feet.

"That's wonderful, Sweetheart"

"Yes, Honey. Don't be out too late. Looks like taking the day off did you the world of good!"

Jumping into my car I put the CD I made for the backing music into the stereo for some last minute practise. My hands were shaking and my head was all over the place. As I pulled up outside Finn's house I had to shake myself to get a grip; realising I had no recollection of how I got there, I'd just gone into autopilot mode. Retrieving the CD I walked slowly up the small drive.

Come on Rachel you can do this. Be strong, be confident, be yourself... well maybe not the last one so much.

I hadn't realised that I'd knocked on the door but suddenly it opened and a woman with dark curly hair stood in front of me, she looked tired but seemed friendly enough.

"Hello, Mrs Hudson?" I asked nervously, the woman nodded, "I'm Rachel Berry, I'm in Glee Club with Finn, I was um, wondering if I could speak to him?" There was a long pause and Finn's mom looked as if she was debating it in her head.

"Yes, Rachel" she finally spoke. "Finn's mentioned you before. I hear you're very talented."

"Thank you. Your son is exceptionally talented too. But can I, would it be ok if I... saw him?"

"You can go up honey but as you probably know he's not talking to anyone at the moment. Please don't be too upset if he won't see you either." Mrs Hudson spoke so kindly to me, Finn obviously hadn't told her much, and I had half expected her to slam the door in my face when she found out who I was. Rachel Berry, the girl who broke her son. As I walked past her towards the stairs she put a hand on my shoulder and smiled at me sadly. It made my heart swell, I didn't deserve her sympathy.

Being in Finn's house was the most surreal experience. I could smell him, a distant scent of him lingered in the air, as I walked up the stairs old school photos of him, holiday snaps and childhood pictures hung on the wall. My eyes were welling up. It was easy to tell which was door led to Finn's room; it was the only door with old stickers of cowboys haphazardly stuck on it, plus there was loud heavy music blaring from inside.

With hesitant hands I knocked on the door. Nothing. Knocking a little louder I waited again, nothing.

"Finn?" I called quietly knowing he wouldn't be able to hear me. I turned the knob slowly and opened it a fraction. "Finn?" I called again. As I slowly opened the door I saw him. He was lying on his bed with his back to me, hair damp from coming out of the shower, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Seeing him after a week of nothing did things to me I didn't expect. My heart began to swell with all the love and sorrow I'd been harbouring as my stomach churned with raw undeniable guilt. A small gasp escaped my lips, even through all the emotional turmoil my stupid teenage hormones still insisted on making my ache for him.

Finn looked up from whatever he was doing and turned to me.

"Rachel?"

Finn's POV

I heard a small gasp that was unmistakably Rachel's. At first I thought I had imagined it, there was no way she'd be here now- not after all the ignored phone calls and skipping school. But when I turned around I saw her there, Rachel, standing in my bedroom and looking terrified.

"Rachel?" I had to make sure I wasn't imagining her. I sat up so my feet hit the floor and stood to come closer to her. I reached out a hand and she worked hard not to show her recoil. I let my hand drop to my side. My chest ached seeing her here, seeing her scared to be around me, flinching away from my touch.

Rachel stood, still in the doorway looking down at the worn carpet. With a deep breath she seemed to decide something and looked up at me, straight in the eyes. She had that look on her face, a look of will and determination. She held out her hand and for the first time I noticed she was carrying a CD case. My confusion must have shown on my face because she said: "It's a CD, I have a lot of things to say and I... You need to hear my out." Her voice was loud and confident, her little face was screwed up with defiance and she looked around her. "Um... do you have a stereo?" she said a little meeker than before. I pointed to my desk and went to sit on the bed.

Placing the CD in carefully she turned to me and the soft tones of a piano filled the air. Recognising the song I smiled, she'd really thought about this.

"Everybody needs a little time away," I heard her say, "from each other."

"Even lover's need a holiday far away from each other."

Hold me now. It's hard for me to say I'm sorry. I just want you to stay.

Her voice drifted towards me, tears sparkling in her eyes as she sang to me the lyrics of 'Hard To Say I'm Sorry' by one of my favourite bands – Chicago. Her meaning was still unclear to me though.

After all that we've been through, I will make it up to you. I promise to.

And after all that's been said and done,

You're just the part of me I can't let go.

Suddenly understanding grasped me, she was saying sorry. That was obvious, but the reason for pain in her voice, her urgency to get the words out, the sorrow was that she thought this was all her fault. It had to be. She thought I was mad at her, she...

Standing up I walked towards her. Looking at me right in the eye as she sang the next line I stood right in front of her. This time she didn't back away. I reached out to her waist and pulled her towards me. A tear fell down her cheek, with my free hand I reached up and wiped it away, moving my hand to her chin I pulled her face up to look at mine. She'd stopped singing but the music still played softly in the background.

Leaning down to her I placed a soft kiss on her lips. It wasn't enough. The aching I'd felt as soon as I saw her, the need to touch her grew and grew.

"Finn..." she moaned. God, what Rachel did to me was agonising and she didn't even realise it. Every move and breath every syllable made me want to rip all her clothes off and throw her onto the bed.

"Shh, Rachel. I know you blame yourself but I don't. None of this was your fault. I should be the one apologising." I leaned in and placed another kiss on her lips. Moving to her cheeks and the to each eye lid, kissing away the tears that threatened to fall.

"You, you said you were d- d- done with me," Rachel choked out.

"No," was all I could manage to say, holding her close to my chest. I never said that. I hadn't talked to her, how could I have said that!? My mind raced back to the day, that moment that I had spent the last weeks trying to forget. "Screw this, I'm done with you! I'm done with all of you!" Oh God! Rachel. Suddenly the pools of sadness in her eyes, the desperate edge to her voice, the way she couldn't look at me all made sense. "God no! Rachel," I put my hands on her upper arms and held at arms length, bending slightly so I was in her eye line. "Rachel, that was to them. They were the ones that hurt me, they betrayed me, not you. Jeez, Rach. I love you! The fact that you told me, you showed me the truth proved to me that it's you. It's going to be you, always now." I was babbling but it seemed to do the trick. Rachel was looking at me, her smile beaming through the tears. "I love you," I said again. At that moment I couldn't have said it enough.

Pulling her flush to my chest I kissed her. This time more passionately than before. She sank into me, running her fingers up my bare back. Not breaking the kiss I picked her up he gently put her down on the bed. Settling next to her I ran my hands down her side, resting on her hip. She arched her back so her body was pressing against mine. Moving my kisses down her jaw, to her neck and across the exposed skin of her chest, I heard her breath catch in her throat and she moaned my name, wanting, needing more.

Rachel sat up and took off her sweater. Pushing me onto the bed she ran her fingers up my chest digging her nails in as she made her way down to my stomach. She made trails of kisses following her exploring hands. Her hands made their way slowly further and further south. When her mouth reached the top of my boxers she looked up and smiled devilishly at me. Groaning and unable to stop myself my hips bucked towards her. She reached around and pulled them down slowly, kissing the flesh as it was exposed. Sitting up slightly, her eyes widened as my erection stood tall in front of her. I closed my eyes and my head fell back as she began to massage it with her skilled fingers. I felt her hair fall against my stomach before I felt her beautiful, full lips wrap themselves around my rock hard cock. My eyes flew open so I could watch her as she pulled away, sucking hard before leaning forward and taking me in her mouth deeper and deeper. Her tongued swirled around, playing with my tip. My hands balled into fists and grabbed at the sheets. I watched her work on me from where I was, pinned to my bed. I watched her moving, leaning over me, urging me on with her mouth, teasing me as her breasts moved under her shirt. God she was so sexy.

I knew I was about to go.

"B...baby...I'm gunna," I barely blurted out before a loud groan rumbled from my chest.

"Mhmm," she mumbled against me. I thought that after my warning she'd pull away but she simply muttered the two hottest syllables I'd ever heard and it sent me over the edge. I could feel myself surge and Rachel's hold on me only got tighter.

Rachel pulled away and looked at me as she swallowed and wiped the corner of her mouth.

"That's my girl," I whispered as I leant forward to grab her and pull her onto me. "You're turn."

JJ:Well there we are, stories over. I really hope I didn't disappoint. I loved writing this story. I have a few more on the story board at the moment but will probably take a little break before posting the next one, hopefully that way I'll be able to give you quicker, more regular updates.

Thanks again to everyone who reviewed, you guys keep me going. (That's you xxkissesandcuddlesxx – my most loveliest who I love!) And I still want to hear your opinions on this last one so one last shameless plug for reviews and I'll love yuou and leave you. Thanks