Heaven

Chapter 14

Rachel POV

As I'm going off on Brody, he leans in and kisses me. I let out a shriek of horror, and pull away almost instantly after registering what's happening.

The fury in Finn's beautiful, normally bright, lively brown eyes are turned to almost black, practically unrecognizable. I don't think he's ever been this mad before, even when he found out about Puck being the baby daddy of Beth, not him. And he kicked a trash can when he found out about that.

"Get out of my sight before I lose it," Finn manages to get out, breathing hitched in anger. Brody doesn't look scared, instead, he smiles and moves closer to me. I bury my face in Finn's chest, not wanting to see him or risk being kissed again by anyone other then Finn.

"I was just having some fun, showing your girl what she could have with me," Brody explains, and I roll my eyes. There are so many things wrong with that statement, I want to laugh.

"Brody, leave! I don't want to speak to you, ever again! You just kissed me," At that, Finn's hands curl up into fists and I hold each of them in an effort to calm him down. "A married woman. And I don't ever want to kiss anyone besides Finn. I'm in love with him, and the happiest I've ever been. You're making this situation, and me, uncomfortable."

"You sure you want to give up on this, for good? Because I don't beg. I ask once, and never again after that," Brody reminds me and I roll my eyes.

"Absolutely, 100 percent, perfectly positive. If you'll excuse us," I pull my head out of my husband's chest, grabbing ahold of his hand. Brody, dejectedly, leaves, and I smile. I don't want to talk to him. Tears are brimming my eyes, and I feel horrible.

"Do you just want to go shopping another day, and go home and talk about this for a little bit?" He asks me, and I nod, turning around and walking towards the entrance.

We sit in an uncomfortable silence in the car, with the radio softly playing in the background. Neither of us know what to say, but Finn's knuckles are going white from how tightly he's gripping the wheel.

I cannot believe that Brody just kissed me. I hate him, forever. Maybe, in an alternate reality, we could be friends, but Finn is my destiny. And I love Finn more then anything, even singing.

I'm so into my thoughts that I barely even register when we return home until Finn says, cooled down some, "Rach, we're home."

I just nod and hop out of the car, walking up towards the house. I don't know what to say, but I need to say something to Finn about this. Hopefully, he won't snap and break one of our chairs.

"I'm sorry," I decide to say, and he sighs heavily, calming down a bit more before responding.

"No, don't you apologize. It's not your fault that he was there, and that he kissed you," he replies slowly, still mad. He can't even bring himself to say the name.

I'm so stupid, I let Brody screw up the best thing that ever happened to me. I should've done more, so we wouldn't be in this predicament, Finn and I. This situation is not a good one, and neither of us know how to react.

"Do you still love me?" I meekly ask, and his face goes from pissed off to dread and regret in two seconds. Why did I ask that? Of course he does, right?

"Of course I do, Rachel. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'm not ever going to stop loving you. I'm just mad at Brody, for kissing you. And, okay, a little bit jealous," Finn sighs, head tucked in his arms as though it's his fault I asked that question. "What about you? Do you still love me?" The disappointment in his eyes is too much for me to take, and I let a single tear fall down my cheek.

"Of course," I answer immediately, smiling. "I made a promise, in a room with a religious leader I don't care for, that I would love you eternally, and I intend to keep said promise."

"Baby, why are you crying? I'm sorry if I scared you, I was upset at Brody for kissing you, and myself, too, for letting it happen. I'm sorry," Finn apologizes the second he sees the first tear fall slowly down my face, putting our foreheads together gently.

"No, you didn't scare me, Finn. I'm just upset at what happened. He practically shoved his tongue down my throat. And now my mouth tastes like him, not you," I continue to silently, and slowly cry, while he makes me look into his eyes by lifting up my chin.

"Hey, hey, look at me. I do not want you to place any of this blame on yourself, because it is neither of our faults, okay? You crying is my Kryptonite, and I know you need to, especially after today, but right now, I'm more focused on getting the taste of him out of your mouth," a small, mischevious smile appears on his face, and I giggle slightly.

"Please do. It's disgusting, and you taste MUCH better," I over exaggerate the much, and our lips collide in a passionate kiss.

What happened next, well, I'll leave it to your imagination.

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I think they ate cookies and watched Disney Plus.

Later loves,

~Ry