"Umm, Rach, I, um … Well, do you think you could move over to your side of the truck?" Finn and Rachel were at the one stoplight between Matt's house and Rachel's. He never realized before how long this light was.

"I-Is something wrong? Am I doing something wrong?" Rachel looked up at him, worried. Her left arm rested on his shoulder, her fingers twisting through his hair, while her right hand, which had started on his knee, was now resting firmly on his upper thigh. His song had made her feel so good, and she just wanted to do something to return the favor (and though she would never admit it, halfway through the song she had started feeling a very distinct dampness between her legs), which was why she had suggested leaving the party. She was terrified that asking her to move across the truck meant she wasn't doing something right.

"NO!" he answered, much more forcefully than he had intended. "I mean, no, you're doing everything right. That's kind of the problem." He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, afraid to look at her fully knowing he would probably lose all control. "I mean, if you don't move over there, and stop touching me, and … and breathing on me, I don't think I'll be able to drive the rest of the way to your house."

Finn could feel her tense next to him. She didn't seem to be getting it. "I, I'm sorry," He heard the sadness in her voice. "I thought you would like it." He groaned and dropped his head back against the seat.

"Oh Rach, believe me, I like it," he reached down and gently moved her hand from his leg to the bulge beneath his zipper. He sucked in a breath when he felt her hand on him through his jeans. "Get it?" He finally turned to make eye contact with her and saw that her eyes had grown quite large. Her cheeks glowed and she chewed her bottom lip, biting back a giggle. Finally she nodded at him and undid her seatbelt, sliding across the seat next to the passenger door. He breathed a sigh of relief as the light turned green and he pressed the gas a little too hard, causing the truck to jerk forward.

Parked in Rachel's driveway, before she even had a chance to unclasp her seatbelt, Finn lunged across the truck bench and covered her mouth with his. He tangled one hand into her hair and grabbed her thigh, pushing her skirt up a little, with the other. She wrapped her hands around his neck so that her fingers locked behind his head and kissed him back, letting her tongue dance with his inside her mouth. "Finn," she cried breathlessly, trying to pull away.

"Mmm," he moaned into her mouth, pulling her head back to him and pushing his hand a little farther under her skirt.

"Finn, stop." She moved her hands to his chest and pushed him away. He looked back at her, confused. He didn't think just because they had sex once that they would suddenly start doing it all the time, but she started this, right? "Can we go inside? I mean, I don't want to do this, you know, here. It doesn't feel right."

Finn nodded vigorously. "Yeah, yeah. No, inside's good." He unlatched her seatbelt for her and hooked an arm around her waist to pull her across the seat and out of the truck with him. Giggling, she was barely able to grab her purse before he had her out of the truck and was carrying her to the front door, cradling her the way he had done when he carried her up the stairs to her room the day before. Not wanting to draw attention from the neighbors by spending too much time on the front porch, she refrained from kissing him and paid more attention to getting the key in her hand into the door's lock. Stumbling through the door, Finn buried his face in her neck, nipping and licking lightly at the skin there, and kicked the door closed behind him.

"Wait!" Rachel sputtered out when they were almost halfway to the stairs. He stopped and looked at her quizzically. "The door. Lock it." He nodded and stepped back to flip the deadbolt on the front door before running up to her room taking the stairs two at a time. Thankfully, her door was open so he went straight from the top of the stairs to her bed, dropping her on it and falling to hover over her. She noticed how it felt different this time than it had the first, but it wasn't a bad different. There were no secrets to reveal, no questions or reassurances to be made. There was only him, and her, and an ever-growing need and urgency between them.

He leaned down farther, supporting his weight on his forearms, and kissed her again. He tugged her bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth then sucked and massaged it with his tongue to ease the sting. He cradled her head in both his hands as she reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling up his polo and his t-shirt together. He lifted himself up, resting on the knee that he had pushed onto the bed between her legs, and yanked the shirts over his head. Without saying a word, he grabbed the bottom of her plain, short-sleeved sweater and did the same to her. Smiling at the sight of her almost naked upper body, he slipped one finger under the bra strap over her right shoulder and tugged it slowly down her arm, leaving a trail of kisses in its path. She watched him with a smile on her face, but when he turned to do the same to her left shoulder, her head fell back and she closed her eyes, letting this feeling of his kisses wash over her. When his hands slid under her to work at her bra clasp, she slid her own hands from his shoulders to his waist, quickly opening not only his belt, but his button and zipper as well. He wasn't quite sure how she was so good at that, but he wasn't going to complain.

Rachel did a mini-crunch, lifting her upper body off the bed slightly to make it easier for Finn to slide her bra completely off her shoulders. Once he had flung the article of clothing across the room she hooked her fingers into his belt loops and pulled herself closer to him, running her tongue along his collarbone before lightly skimming her teeth across a small constellation of freckles on his shoulder and sucking the area gently. She heard a sound that she could only describe as a growl escape his throat and she snapped her head up to look at him. He took the opportunity to bring his mouth hard onto hers, pulling a surprised gasp from her lips. Forcing her backward again he wrapped one arm around her waist and supported his weight on the other. He felt his jeans slip off his hips as she tugged on the belt loops. Climbing fully onto the bed he used his knees to part her legs. Once he had lowered himself so that her nipples brushed across his chest and gave him goosebumps, he shifted his weight to the arm behind Rachel's back and placed his free hand on her knee.

Rachel moaned into Finn's mouth as his hand travelled upward from her knee, slipping under her skirt and brushing the elastic leg of her panties with his fingertips. He smiled against her lips, loving the sounds he could elicit from her. Yeah, she had an amazing voice. And she loved to sing for whoever would listen, the more the better. But he was sure that no one besides him had ever heard these particular sounds before. Tightening his grip around her waist, he slipped his middle finger into her panties at the same time that he moved his mouth from hers to tug and suck on her earlobe. Unable to control herself, Rachel's hips lifted just slightly when his finger hit its target and he seized the opportunity to shuck off both her skirt and her now wet panties. Although he didn't actually make a sound, she could feel his hot breath as he laughed against her ear, relishing in what he could do to her. He kissed her hard just under her ear, moving down her neck until another low growl ripped itself from his throat when he felt her fingers slip under the waistband of his boxers. She smiled when he looked up to make eye contact with her then she pushed his boxers down as far as she could with her hands. When her hands wouldn't reach any farther, she lifted one leg to hook the underwear with her toes and push them to the floor. Instead of lowering her leg back to the bed, she wrapped it around his waist and pulled his hips down to meet hers. "Holy shit Rach," he hissed when their bodies met. For someone who had held him off this long, she sure knew how to move things along once the walls came down.

Realizing what he had just said, Finn looked at her and worried that Rachel was getting ready to lecture him about his use of profanity, but she just smirked back up at him. He kind of wondered where she had learned that look she kept giving him over the past couple days, but again, he wasn't complaining. Taking advantage of the window she had presented him with, he brought his mouth back down onto hers and immediately parted her lips with his tongue. He felt like they were wrestling within their mouths, but it wasn't actually aggressive. It was just … hot. She wrapped her hands around him and squeezed his butt tightly in both hands before grazing her nails all the way up his back just hard enough to give him chills. She rested her hands on his shoulder blades, digging her nails in a little deeper when, unable to handle it any longer, he lifted his hips and slid a hand between them to position himself at her opening. He pulled back from their kiss to look into her eyes, checking for a sign to continue. He was a little nervous. He wasn't sure how many times it would take for it to not hurt, and he hated seeing her tears the day before.

Rachel could see that Finn was hesitant, and she thought he was afraid of hurting her. She had tried not to let him see how much it hurt the day before, but she couldn't help the tears that leaked from her eyes. She studied his eyes, which stared back at her full of worry. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, literally, she snaked her hands back down his back and, hesitating momentarily when she reached the top of his butt, gripped his butt and pushed him into her.

Finn's face contorted and he gasped in shock as Rachel pushed him into her opening. He was in the process of summoning the mailman when he saw the look on her face. Even that momentary flash of pain in her eyes was much more powerful than any image he could conjure. "Are you? … Does it?" He didn't actually want to ask if it hurt, because that would break his heart.

"I'm good," she answered, and her voice didn't sound strained. He studied her face for any sign that she wasn't telling him the truth. "I mean, it kind of stung for a second, but it's good now." She smiled, hoping to encourage him.

"Promise?" he asked, and at the same time he moved his hips, pulling almost all the way out of her then pushing back in slowly. Her eyes closed and her head fell back as she moaned loudly. 'I'll take that as a yes,' he thought, smirking. He decided to be just a little more forceful than he had been the first time, hoping she would tell him if it wasn't good for her. He pulled out several more times, pushing back into her slowly, but a little more forcefully each time. If the expressions on her face and the noises slipping from her lips were any indication, it was good for her. He tangled one hand into her hair and pulled her up to meet his lips, smiling when she nipped at his lips with her teeth. He liked this side of Rachel, this forceful, take-charge, naughty side. Maybe he liked it a little too much, because he was starting to feel all his tension build and concentrate in one very specific place. Knowing he didn't have a lot of time left (that would get better with practice, right?) he slipped his free hand between them and spread his hand flat across her stomach, finding her very sensitive nub with the pad of his thumb. He felt the air being sucked from his mouth as she gasped forcefully. When she threw her head back onto the bed he moved his mouth lower, teasing her collarbone with his lips and his tongue and his teeth. She dug her nails into his butt. 'That's gonna leave a mark,' he thought with a smile. He liked the idea of being branded by her. Although, he was going to have to be a little more mindful in the showers after football practice for the next couple days. The last thing he needed was for Puck or the others to start asking questions.

"Finn, I'm … I'm …" her voice trailed off into a moan before she could finish her sentence. The first time had been good, and nothing would ever top the closeness and the intimacy she had felt. But this was different. The pain was completely gone and all she could feel were her nerves, ablaze, all traveling to the same point in her body.

"I know baby," he said against her chest. "I know, just let it go."

"Oh God … oh … oh … FINN!" His name came out as something between a hiss and a scream, and it was more than he could take. He slid his hand from between them and grabbed her hair, using it to pull her lips to his, at the same time wrapping his arm even more tightly around her waist. She felt his mouth vibrate against hers as he let out a loud moan. His entire body tensed momentarily, then he collapsed on top of her, almost forgetting to support his weight so that he didn't crush her. He lay on top of her for a while, both of them trying to return their breathing to a steady pace. When he had regained control of his limbs he rolled off her, draping an arm across her waist and pulling her into him as he used his other elbow to prop himself up on his side.

"So … you didn't do that last time," Finn smirked and traced small circles over Rachel's stomach.

"What are you talking about? I did too!" Rachel shot up and looked at him, terrified that he would think their first time wasn't good enough for her. She had been satisfied both times, and the first time was one of the most amazing moments in her life, the second time was just different because she wasn't as scared and the pain wasn't really there.

He laughed at her. She really was adorable when she got all insecure, at least about things he could fix. He hated it when she got insecure about big things, real things, which he couldn't fix for her with a kiss or a hug or a sweet word. "No baby, not that. What do you think pushed me over the edge?" She blushed and he swept her hair off of her face as she let herself fall back onto the bed again. "No, I mean, you didn't you know, scream … my name like that."

"Oh," she blushed a little deeper. "Sorry," she murmured.

He pushed himself up a little more on his elbow and rolled forward so that he was kind of hovering over her, planting his hand firmly on her hip. "What the Hell are you apologizing for?" She looked up at him with wide eyes. "That was freakin' awesome! I mean, I did that!" He beamed at her and she giggled.

"Mmm," she purred at him. "You did. And you did a very good job, I might add." She stroked his cheek and laced her fingers into his hair. Finn groaned and fell back onto the bed, dropping his forearm over his eyes so that he was no longer touching her. "Is something wrong?" she looked at him, concerned. She didn't know what she could possibly have done wrong this time, so she wondered if something else was bothering him.

"Oh no, everything's great," he replied sarcastically. "Except that I'm still naked, and you're still naked and gorgeous, and you're saying stuff like that," she couldn't help but smile, "and your dads could be home any time so there's NOTHING I can do about it." He laughed bitterly and dropped his hand to his side.

Rachel leaned over to kiss his temple while lacing her fingers into his. "We've got our whole lives," she whispered into his ear, earning her a soft kiss on the lips. "But you are right," she continued in a louder, normal tone of voice. "We do need to fix this before they get home." She slid off the bed, tossing him various articles of clothing as she came to them. He knew he shouldn't enjoy watching her walk around and pick up his clothes so that they could get dressed, he should want her still in bed naked with him, but she was so adorable that he couldn't help himself. Once she had thrown him all his clothes and scooped up all of hers, she disappeared into her closet. As he was tying his sneakers, sitting on her bed fully dressed, she came out of her closet wearing these flannel pajama pants that were completely un-Rachel and an old dance camp t-shirt and pulling her hair into a messy ponytail. He couldn't keep his eyes off her.

She lowered her eyes and toyed with the hem of her shirt. "Sorry, it's just, well, I hoped we were comfortable enough now that it would be ok to sit on the couch with you in my pjs. Did I just totally shatter your illusion of me?"

He laughed and walked across the room to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and smiling down at her. "Rach, there is no illusion. I love you in your animal sweaters, I love you in that weird cat suit thing, even if it did freak me out, I love you in your pajamas, and I love you in nothing." He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she slapped playfully at his chest.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he kissed the tip of her nose. "Now, what was that about getting to cuddle you in your pajamas on the couch?" She smiled at him.

"I was kind of hoping you could stay with me until my dads get home," she gave him that Bambi look that he had such a hard time resisting, not that he even wanted to resist her right now. "Would that be ok? Will your mom mind?"

"Of course it's ok. More than ok," he squeezed her against him. "And mom's not expecting me home at all tonight; I'm staying over at Puck's. And we both know he won't be home anytime soon."

Finn was settled on the couch waiting for Rachel to return with the popcorn she had disappeared to the kitchen to make. She leaned over the back of the couch and plopped the bowl into his lap gently. Before she had a chance to push herself away he grabbed her wrist and kissed the inside of it. She sighed contentedly and kissed the top of his head, then squealed as he yanked her arm, pulling her over the back of the couch so that her head landed in his lap next to the popcorn bowl. She wrinkled her nose at him as he picked a piece of popcorn off her cheek and popped it into his mouth. Laughing, he laid the remote on her stomach. "Last few times I was here you let me have the remote. I guess it's only fair."

Rachel picked up the remote, but she didn't turn on the television. She just turned the remote over and over in her hands nervously. "Everything ok babe?" Finn dropped a piece of popcorn into her mouth when she opened it to speak, laughing at the look of surprise on her face.

"Do me a favor?" She looked at him, upside down. He nodded and set the popcorn on the end table, pulling her up into his lap more. "Sing it again?" He furrowed his brows and looked at her in confusion. "Your song. Sing it for me?" He smoothed her hair back from her forehead and smiled crookedly at the adorable childlike look of hope in her eyes.

"Well, first of all, it's not my song. It's your song, or our song. Secondly, I will sing that song for you any time you want, every day for the rest of our lives if that's what you want." She closed her eyes and snuggled into him. He ran his hand over her forehead once again and lifted a section of her hair between his fingers, twirling it as he sang. He watched her eyes flutter as she hummed along. He knew that he would do anything in his power to fulfill that promise. He was going to do whatever it took to make sure he was there to sing that song to her every day for the rest of her life.

Ok, I'm at that point again. I could stop here (I tried to make it so that this would be an acceptable ending) or I could keep going. Now, keep in mind that the story is about firsts (first time to make a decision about her career, first time to choose something/someone over her career, first time to have sex, first party, and honestly, first time having a normal friendly conversation with Quinn). I have a few more ideas, but I would love some suggestions if you want me to keep going. And really, I would just love comments/reviews so I know what I am doing right and if you even want me to go on at all.

Thanks for reading!