These are a collection of Finchel drabbles that I write from time to time and I figured I would put them somewhere. (: Some of them are slightly more AU than others and they aren't in any particular chronological order, but I'll be posting them here as I write them.

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she picked the colors from the air

Rachel didn't like all of the classes she had to take for her schooling. There were the ones she loved, like music theory and vocal performance and acting studies (she was starting to adjust to liking her dance class), but then there were the ones she dreaded every time she had to go to them.

Drawing was one of them.

Apparently, a NYADA student needed to be a "well-rounded artist," so taking a visual arts class was a necessity. By the time she had enrolled for all of her classes, however, photography was filled, so she was left with the one option she considered tolerable; drawing.

The class wasn't too horrible, but it wasn't the most fun in the entire world. It was filled with students like herself who needed to fulfill the credit, but there will still some who enjoyed drawing and trying to make inanimate objects look as real as they possibly could on a piece of paper with a pencil.

The class was monotonous and dreary and all she wanted was for it to be over so she wouldn't have to take it anymore.

"So you need to be able to draw a bowl of fruit?" Finn asked her one day, lying across her bed. He was bored; throwing a ball up into the air and catching it back in his hand once more (minding that it didn't crash into the blades of the ceiling fan that spun over her bed).

Rachel rolled her eyes and looked at Finn from the desk in the corner of her room before returning back to work. She had to complete ten still life sketches by her next class, and so far she only had three. The bowl of fruit was going unsuccessful so far, but with any hope it would be better than the stack of books on the kitchen counter and the tree in Central Park that she had attempted at drawing days earlier.

"I need to draw plenty of other things, too," she told him, grumbling slightly. She looked like she had been run down to the bone and wasn't dressed in her normal, happy attire. Her hair had been thrown up in a sloppy half ponytail, her bangs hanging in her eyes, and she wore one of Finn's sweaters with a pair of leggings and wool socks. The only thing that had kept her up for the past few days were the cups of coffee Kurt would run in from time to time if he thought about it or wasn't busy working.

Finn looked at her and sighed, rolling off of the bed and walking up behind her in her little swivel chair, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"You stress yourself out too much, Rach," he warned her, rubbing his hands into her shoulders and feeling her melt into him. "I mean, you can always draw your pictures some other time, right?"

She grumbled something under her breath that she didn't even know the meaning of and turned her head over her shoulder, dropping her pencil and grabbing one of Finn's hands with her own.

"You don't help, you know." She smiled and spun her chair around so she could wrap her arms around him, holding him in what would be an awkward hug if it had been with anyone else. She sighed and could feel his hand run through her hair, prompting her to look up and smile at him.

The more she looked at her boyfriend, the more the idea began to solidify in her head.

She could totally do this and get away with it. She knew that as much as Finn would protest that in the back of his head, it would totally make him feel like he was some kind of based god or something.

"Hey," she said, standing up from her chair and looking at Finn with a smile. She stood in front of him and bit down on her bottom lip, resting her hands against his chest. "Do you want to make this a little bit more fun for me?" She paused, tipping her head up to look at him up through her eye lashes.

"For both of us?"

Finn looked down at her, somewhat confused, although he knew that every time Rachel started acting like this that it usually ended up in sex, so he wasn't too concerned about anything that she had in mind.

"Why, what is it?" He smiled down at her and she giggled, standing up on her toes so she could speak to him with more ease.

"Strip down and lie on the bed."

He looked at her and felt his face begin to pink. This was not the Rachel he was used to being around. True, there were times when she was the one that instigated everything and pinned him against walls and whispered things in his ear to get him all hot and bothered, but he couldn't tell if that was what she wanted this time.

"Rach, are you sure-"

"I didn't say you could speak," she told him. "I just want you to get naked and lie on the bed."

Finn furrowed his brow and looked at Rachel, his mouth hanging open slightly. "Rach, you know, if you want to… fool around, or whatever, it kind of helps if you're naked too."

She rolled her eyes and looked at him once more before returning to her desk for her sketchbook and pencil.

"I don't want to fool around with you," she corrected him. "Well, at least not right now."

(Finn couldn't help but smile at that remark.)

"I want to draw you for my assignment."

He could have sworn that his stomach had tied itself into every knot he had learned in Scouts and his heart had stopped beating.

"Rachel, you can't be serious." He watched her as she stuck her pencil between her teeth and began studying him like he was a statue. "I mean… I don't exactly look like those Greek statues or whatever."

She laughed and ran up to him, kissing him on the cheek. "I know. But I don't either. Now take off your clothes and do as I say."

He slowly started pulling his sweater over his head and threw it to the ground, followed by his undershirt. If anything, she could draw him just like that.

"How's this, then?" He asked, hoping she wouldn't shake her head 'no' and demand that he removed his pants.

"No," she told him, her voice all light and sing-songy. "I want it all off. I need to draw you, Finn, not just you without your shirt on." She walked up to him and rested her hands against his chest, feeling him shiver as she touched him.

"Take it off. Now."

Finn carefully undid the fly of his jeans and stepped out of them, and figured he would ask once more when he was in his boxers if he could just have her draw him the way he was, but she shook her head defiantly and in one fell swoop, they were pooled around his ankles.

Rachel couldn't help but blush at the sight of her boyfriend standing stark naked in front of her and hid er face behind her sketchpad.

"What?" He asked, sitting at the foot of her bed. "It's not like it's anything you haven't seen before."

She smiled and looked at him, taking her pencil to her sketchpad.

"I know," she said. "That's why I'm drawing you. Now stop talking."

Finn sat on the bed nervously and carefully tried to arrange her sheets so that they covered his more conspicuous areas. She didn't need to draw that, and besides – he wasn't even sure if she was going to draw him to proportion.

He was still a guy. He was allowed to worry about things like that.

Rachel would look up from her sketchpad from time to time, biting down on her lip and smiling at him mischievously.

Minutes passed that felt like hours to Finn as he watched Rachel continue to draw and make lines on her paper, studying him carefully as he sat at the foot of her bed.

"Almost done… there," Rachel finally announced, carrying her sketchpad over to Finn where she stood in front of him before climbing into his lap and straddling him with her legs.

Finn could have sworn that God was punishing him for something he had done by having her sit in his lap like that. It was horrible in the best way horrible could ever be.

"Let me see it," he told her, grabbing the pad from her hands as she stabilized herself in his lap. He wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her in his lap and the other took hold of her notepad, staring at it intently.

On the piece of paper was a stick figure who wore a huge grin on its face. It looked nothing like Finn.

"You think you're going to pass your class with this?" Finn asked, laughing as Rachel began to giggle.

"I like to think that this one's specifically for me," she boasted, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "I don't think it was that bad, was it?"

Finn smiled and looked at her before narrowing his eyes and staring at her.

"Yeah," he said, pushing her off of his lap slightly. "It means I get to draw you."

Rachel looked at him incredulously while biting back a smile.

"Strip down and lie on the bed, Rachel Berry."