A/N: OKAY. I received a prompt the other day and it went along the lines of: “Au in which their hostility just explodes? They make out a party or in the pub due to their sexual tension and teasing they’re doing to each other?”. Or something like that. If this was your prompt, if I got it wrong, I’m sorry bc I accidentally deleted the ask! Anywho, I hope you enjoy this long-winded fic! :)
She’s been at his throat all night. Every time he so much as shifts his glance to another girl, Rae rolls her eyes or scoffs and she thinks she’s being subtle but Finn notices and- okay. It’s not that he doesn’t like having her jealousy written on her face because if he’s being honest, he fucking loves the way she glares at any girl who tries to come up and talk to him. But he thinks maybe Rae goes to far when she starts chatting up this big muscled, Dwayne Johnson looking bloke right in front of him. (Alright, so not exactly in front of him because he’s made his way across the room now but, fuck. It’s still rude.)
The gentle hand placed on his bicep, laughing into his neck when he whispers something in her ear that probably isn’t even funny anyway. Finn tightens his grip on his beer, clenches his jaw, and has the sudden urge to go over there and punch the tool right in his gob.
(But then he thinks that would be counter productive and very, very stupid.)
So, he waits (and doesn’t creep behind things and people) until Rae’s alone again to grab at her arm, to pull her to the side.
"What’s up?" she says, holding her beer up to her lips. "Having fun?"
Finn decides to ignore the edge to her voice.
"What are you doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don’t answer a question with a question."
Rae scoffs. “You just did that.”
"What?" Finn gives her a look. "No I didn’t."
"Okay," she says, shifting from one foot to the other and releasing herself from Finn’s grasp. "Look, if you’re done playing this game, there’s a guy with fourty-seven tattoos making his way over to bring me a drink."
“That guy,” Finn points a thumb over his shoulder incredulously. “Seriously?”
"Is there a problem?" Rae raises an eyebrow.
"No," Finn lies. "No problem."
"You are shit at lying."
"Complete opposite from you, right?"
Rae opens her mouth to say something but closes it just as fast, her face flashing with anger and Finn knows it was a low blow but this whole fucking thing is driving him up the wall and all he wants is for her to feel bad for breaking him to the point where it makes him angry.
Finn can see the fire burning in her eyes, the flames just around the irises and he sputters.
"Hey, babe," someone with a thick South London accent says from behind Finn and he clenches his jaw. Turning his head, he can see the tight stretch of a green t-shirt over bulging arms holding two dark brown bottles and he wants so much for the guy to fuck off. Like, now. "I had to sweet talk one of the girls out of drinking the last one."
Rae gives him a smile (that fake one Finn knows she uses when she’s uncomfortable or something), and says, “Thanks.”
"Who’s this tiny fella?"
"Oh, um-" Rae flicks her eyes to Finn. "Kevin, this is Finn. A friend of mine."
"Alright, Thumbelina?" Kevin laughs, this rough cackle that makes Finn want to shove a sock down his throat. "Where’s Tom Thumb?"
"What?" Finn spits, his hand balling up into a fist. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Whoa, tiny has a big mouth," Kevin smiles, clearly amused. "Don’t he, babe?"
"Don’t call her that," Finn grinds his teeth. "She has a name, you twat."
"Really?" Kevin says. "Well, I call her whatever I want to."
Finn doesn’t really remember what happens first. His fist connecting with Kevin’s jaw or Rae getting in the middle and Kevin accidentally slapping her in the face. All he knows now is that Rae is on the floor, running her tongue along a fresh cut on her lip, Finn’s knuckles are bruising a deep purple and Kevin’s getting blood all over Chop’s nice laminate flooring.
He kneels down next to Rae, hesitating before asking, “Are you alright? Does it hurt?”
"What the fuck?" Chop shouts, pushing his way through the crowd of people gathered around them, his lip curling at the sight of this monstrous bloke passed out on his floor. "Did you knock him out?"
"Probably," Finn shrugs. "Rae?"
"Yeah, Finn." she moves her jaw around to make sure. "I’m fine."
Chop pokes at Kevin’s face and says, “What? Am I supposed to drag him out onto the street now?”
Rae and Finn give him a look like are you fucking serious and he pulls his hands away in defense. “Alright but if a cop shows up and asks what I’m doing, I won’t hesitate to blame you.”
Finn stands, ignoring Chop, and pulls Rae up with him. He drops his hands down to circle around her wrist, almost dragging her upstairs to the bathroom to her cleaned up. The music becomes muted after the soft click of the door behind them and Finn sets on finding a wash cloth to run under the cold water.
"I’m alright," Rae insists. "Seriously, it’s just a cut."
"It’s not just a cut, Rae.” Finn clenches his jaw for the millionth time tonight. “Some fucker just punched you in the face!”
"He didn’t punch me, he slapped m-"
"That doesn’t make it any better!"
"Well, if you hadn’t shown up out of nowh-"
"Are you really making this my fault?” Finn throws the cloth he’d gotten out from the cabinet into the sink. “Don’t you dare blame me!”
"It wasn’t supposed to be like this!" She shouts, throwing her arms up in the air and letting them fall to her side. "You weren’t supposed to get into a fight with him!"
"What was I supposed to do, then? Give him a big pat on the back and be all ‘Congrats on getting the girl I’m still in love with! Nice one!’"
Rae sighs, leaning against the counter. She wrings her hands together for a second and then says, “I dunno. It was supposed to make you jealous.”
"Well, it worked didn’t it?" Finn’s angry now, more than before because this was all a trap set up by Rae to make him feel something he’s always felt whenever she talked to someone who wasn’t him.
"It’s not like you weren’t doing it!” She exclaims. “I know you were talking to those girls on purpose.”
"You’re so wrong it’s not even funny," Finn shakes his head. "They were coming up to me, alright? I wasn’t playing a game, not like you!"
"Oh, that’s rich," Rae says, folding her arms and turning to face Finn. "You know what, Finn? Why don’t you go and chat up those girls who kept giving you heart eyes, yeah? They sound like loads of f-“
Something snaps in him, makes him close the distance between them and kiss her. He remembers the first time they’d kissed and funny enough, it was because he wanted her to shut up for a bit, like now. He runs his tongue along the seam of her lips and she winces, causing Finn to pull back.
"It’s just-" she points to the cut on her lip and Finn gives her an apologetic look.
"Sorry," he whispers but Rae’s already pulling him in by the collar of his shirt and she immediately opens her mouth, tilts her head in the way he taught her so that he can deepen the kiss. Finn can taste the beer and the tequila she had earlier but it’s not bad, thinks. Everything with Rae was always good.
Pulling away for air, he touches their foreheads together and soaks her in. The touch of her clammy hand on his cheek. The whisper of her lips against his.
"You’re such a wanker," she says with a touch of amusement. "Always have been."
"And you’re a knob," he grins. "You tried to make me jealous."
"I didn’t just try.”
Finn rolls his eyes but Rae knows there’s no seriousness in it. He remembers then, why they’re in here and his eyes travel down to her lip. Peeling himself away to grab the cloth sitting in the sink, he runs it under the cold water. Rae gives him a small smile, says, “Thanks.” and when Finn gives her a confused look, “For this. And- for standing up to that guy.”
"What were you doing with him anyway," he sighs. "I mean besides that."
"He’s one of Chloe’s older mates. Complete tosser, really. Couldn’t remember my name for the whole week I’d spent with them."
Finn nods, trying not to think about the fact that she’d spent a whole week with someone like him. It makes his stomach churn and he’s so glad he punched the guy in the face. (Which was actually pretty productive and not stupid at all.)
Wringing out the water from the cloth, he turns to Rae and cups her cheek in his hand, presses the cold fabric to her lip gently. She flinches but doesn’t pull away.
"That’s a nasty cut," Finn grimaces. "Can’t believe I just kissed it."
Rae bats his hand away when he laughs and holds the cloth to her own face, frowning at him in this way that makes Finn thinks she’s the cutest grumpy kitty in the world.
"Aw, come on." he says, smiling into the back of his hand. "I’m only joking."
It’s a while before she says anything but Finn doesn’t mind. He leans against the counter, their bodies pressed together and waits. The thumping from the music from below fills the silence.
After a few minutes, Rae sets down the rag and says, “So, about what you said.”
"Are you-" she clears her throat as if she’s nervous. "I mean, do you still-"
"Am I still in love with you?"
Rae bows her head and gives a little nod.
"Yeah," Finn brings his hand up to lace their fingers together. "Yeah," and when Rae leans into his touch, he says, "But only a little. Gonna have to woo me to get the rest of my love back."
Rae rolls her eyes and kisses his cheek.
"Or you can just keep doing that."