Hi guys I'm back! Sorry for the long wait, been crazy busy and was away for New Year's. But now I"m here with a new chapter, this time from Finn's perspective :). I really prefer writing him, just needed Rachel to introduce the story though the chapters will change POVs depending on what I need to explore.
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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

He arrives to the theater the next morning earlier than he needs to. He likes it empty. The huge room manages to feel private, his own little palace where he can sit and thing. He does just that, walking to the edge of the stage as he starts to wait for everyone else to arrive within the next thirty minutes. It's unusual for him to arrive so early. Yeah, his job means a lot and he wants to make a good impression… but if he's being honest punctuality has never been his thing. Maybe it has something to do with the fact he barely slept since yesterday.

He just can't get the last scene they did out of his head, and he's pretty sure this play will be the death of him.

He knew when he auditioned this play would be tough. He wanted tough. He didn't want to always play a nice guy. He liked the edge, the risk, the thrill of doing something so shocking and sexually raw. He liked the fact he finally got to be part of something that might just make history. Will and Shelby were already legends in the theater industry and neither of them was even 50. He wanted to be part of that, a part of the history they so artfully created. And he was ready for anything. For the stress, the extra effort that would be required, for the nightmares and the nerves.

But nothing could've prepared him for Rachel Berry.

Kneeling before the brunette, his face buried between her thighs, had reverted him back to a high-schooler. No longer was he a man, an actor, but a shy teenager who had never seen a boob before. The mailman even made a reappearance and he hadn't thought about that poor public server in years. Yet one second between Rachel Berry's thighs and there he was, the memory clear as ever, rolling over his mom's windshield amidst panic. He'd probably need a jockstrap or something for the scenes where he'd be touching her boobs… otherwise he'd be known as that guy that jizzed his pants on opening night.

Not cool.

"You're here earlier than me? Impressive" the voice of Shelby rings through the theater.

"Hey Miss Corcoran…. Yeah, couldn't wait to start I guess." He responds with a nervous chuckle.

The older woman smiles gently and sits next to him on the stage.

"That's good… both your enthusiasm and the fact we're alone. I need to ask you something Finn."

He nods, beckoning to continue.

"Are you attracted to Rachel?" she asks point blank.

He feels his face draining. "Uh… I…. what?" he stammers.

"Don't get me wrong- she's a very attractive girl and very much what we need for this play. She looks innocent but has that fierceness in her that is exactly what Mark finds irresistible in Amy. I need to know though, whether you as a man find that women attractive."

"I barely know her!"

"Please… you know her enough to say whether you think she is. I don't want to make you uncomfortable Finn and if you don't want to answer, that's fine by me. I just want to give you some advice. Rachel and you have a certain kind of chemistry that easily sells the two of you being in love. But, I need you to tap into something more animal when you act with her to portray the very passion I said was missing yesterday. If you find her attractive, then great. Focus on that – what parts of her body would you like to touch? Why? Keep that in mind and you're golden. If you're not… then try to, as a hot blooded male, to find a quality of her body that would make you want to sleep with her."

He just stares at the older woman dumbfounded.

"Finn, if you're doing this play you need to drop the coy teenager act" she laughs "But do keep in mind what I said ok? You're fantastic, but I need to see more raw lust from you ok? Specifically, directed towards Rachel."

With that, she stands up to take care of some business in the wings leaving him deep in thought. He's going to figure out what the hell to do and fast because if he focus anymore than he does already on the lust he has for Rachel, he'll definitely become that guy that jizzed his pants in opening night. Hell, every rehearsal.

And that? That's really uncool.

He's got a chorus of people dancing around him as he delivers his first solo of the play. Right now it looks kind of lame because it's just random dudes and girls doing dramatic choreography as he runs from one side of the stage to the other, but he knows it's going to look much better on opening night. From what he knows, they'll be clad completely in black with creepy masks on cause they're meant to be like his inner demons or something.

No, I can't take what I want

Even if I could, who says I should?

Look at her, with all her grace,

But when it comes to sex it's all race,

Another hand on her skin,

Why it does seem like a sin,

To make her mine,

Oh that'd be so fine.

Even now, as he's focused on singing which like isn't difficult already because he has to remember so many things it's a miracle he can still walk and sing at the same time, he can't help but appreciate her. Her only role in the song is to stand there frozen with a spotlight illuminating her angelic face as he keeps on singing about wanting her. But he fears the very restraint he's applying is the very thing frustrating Shelby. So he takes a deep breath as the chorus takes over for a couple of beats and uses the older woman's advice. He checks her out as much as he can within the song. He sees the perfect curve of her ass in those damn yoga pants and the way her lips are slightly parted makes him think about that he'd like those lips to do to him. He wants to have that ass in his large hands, kneading her soft skin and parting her cheeks. He wants those lips lusciously around his hard dick and those eyes looking up at him between her long lashes. He wants to feel her hot, hard thighs around his waist as he pounds her. He can feel the blood rushing downwards and compensates by singing from somewhere deeper in his chest he never knew he had. His voice becomes raspy in a rock kind of way and it doesn't even hurt. It's not a sound coming from his vocal chords but like a grumble deep inside his chest and he can feel how it intensifies his vocals and makes it easier to hit the notes. He just hopes Will and Shelby like this performance as he wraps it up, positioning himself behind Rachel in a menacing position, his hand lingering in front of her mouth as if he were just about to silence her. Now that the song is over, he can barely gain back that restraint to not look at her ass.

"Perfect! That was perfect Finn!" says Shelby as soon as he's done, standing up from her chair to praise his performance. "I don't know if it's what I said to you earlier or if you suddenly became a rockstar… but yes! That's the passion we need. Rachel, I hope you were paying enough attention to emulate your co-star's improvement."

They spent the whole day practicing that one song and his balls are about to explode. One can't be focused on Rachel's sexy body all day long and not feel like a cold shower. Like, if he can fill his bathtub with ice, better. Finally at 5 pm they seem to have the vocals and the cues down, though there's still much to go in terms of making the choreography flawless. He knows he's going to have to borrow his friend's Mike's studio after hours to practice alone cause even if no one is saying it, his performance is clearly not as good as the chorus' cleaner choreography.

"I'm beat" he comments letting out a sigh as soon as Rachel and him leave the theatre. "you ok?"

"I only had to stand there all day Finn, not too tiring." She comments dryly.

"I know but like.. that's hard too. Don't like… your legs hurt?"

"Are you implying I'm unable to do a simple freeze? It's one of the most basic skills for an actor, you know?"

"Whoa whoa" he says putting his hands up "seriously, are you ok? You haven't said anything today and you don't seem too happy right now. Are you mad at me or something?" he asks.

"No. It's just… you were really good… what is your secret?"

"huh?"

"We both received the same criticism yesterday. While I've been torturing myself trying to figure out what to do to display more passion, you seem to have magically overcome it. How? What did Shelby say to you?" she asks, talking so fast he's impressed he managed to get it all.

"Oh… just some tips to get into character…" he says dismissively, blushing.

"Like what? Finn! We're co-stars… whatever you're doing I need to do to you…"

"ShesaidIshouldfocusonhowhotyouare" he blurts out.

"What?"

"Shelby said I should focus on how hot you are. Or like.. what I find attractive about you as a man and use that to like… connect with Mark or something. Not that I want to personify you or something, but like it made sense you know? Thinking of what about you would drive a man crazy is easier than trying to empathize with a rapist and kidnapper…"

"Oh." She gulps visibly. "So that's why your performance was so stellar today?"

He blushes at her compliment "if by that you mean why I didn't suck ass today, then yeah. Sorry?"

"No.. I... was thinking... this is silly..." she stammers, looking like she has a hard time expressing what she wants to say.

"What's up Rach? Seriously, if it makes you uncomfortable I'll figure something else"

"No, no. It's… fine. I… I have to go. See you tomorrow ok?" she says before speeding off.

She leaves him there scared though. Scared Shelby's advice made her feel cheap, or nervous, or that she's so mad at him she needed to leave before kicking him in the balls. Suddenly, he doesn't want that cold shower anymore. All he wants is for his co-star not to sue him after confessing his performance is based on a real, existing lust for her.

I know a lot of you are eager for the smut. Trust me though, I have to get those too waaayy hornier before it happens ;)