Rachel has a crush...
Rachel Berry ignored the envious stares of the other fans as she slipped backstage. She showed her pass to the security guard standing there and he let her go through to the back. She slowly walked through, unsure of where she should go.
Suddenly, someone caught her by the wrist and she was yanked into a back room. Before she could even think about a response, Rachel was pressed against the wall and a familiar pair of lips descended on to her own.
Rachel smiled against his lips as she locked her fingers in his thick hair. His kiss was deep and possessive, his hands gripping her hips tightly. When the need for air became too great, he pulled his lips from Rachel's and began to place hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck.
A moan escaped Rachel's lips. "Finn," she breathed.
Finn Hudson smiled and bit down on her pulse point. He soothed the new mark with his tongue before he kissed her gently on the lips once again. "I've been waiting all night to do that," he murmured.
Rachel felt like she was about to melt in a puddle at his words. She arched against him, smiling when he groaned. "Are you almost free to go?"
Finn rested his forehead against hers. "They're making us sign autographs first. Give me half an hour? I can meet you at your apartment."
Rachel kissed him again. "I'm looking forward to it."
Finn gave her his adorable half-smile and kissed her cheek before he went to join the rest of his band out among the throng of fans. Rachel followed and watched for just a little bit as Finn signed autographs for screaming fans and took pictures with them. Not for the first time, a single thought crossed her mind.
How had she ended up here?
....
Rachel flipped through the sheets of music. She held back a frustrated sigh when she finished yet another row without finding anything. This was completely ridiculous. All she wanted was a new audition song, and she couldn't find anything good enough.
Rachel finished flipping through another row and pushed the music aside with a sigh. She bit her lip and stood there for a moment, trying to figure out a backup plan. She was between her junior and senior year at NYADA and was going to audition for a summer show, and she wanted something that would make her stand out.
"Having trouble?"
Rachel turned to find a tall man on the other side of the rack. He was wearing a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses even though he was inside. He had a leather jacket on, and Rachel's eyes lingered on the way that it fit his torso. His jaw was covered in a light shadow of stubble, and he was wearing an easy half-smile that was vaguely familiar.
"I am, as a matter of fact," Rachel said. She frowned at the rack of music in front of her. "My usual material just won't cut it for this audition. I need something that will make me stand out."
"What are you auditioning for?" the man asked.
"A summer musical," Rachel said. He nodded his head and joined her on the other side of the rack.
