A/N: So, I've been away from fanfiction for a while, but one of my good friends (ObsessedWriter123) has recently started writing and got me back into the spirit.

She also, rather annoyingly, got me addicted to Grey's Anatomy, which is where I got the idea for this fic. It is inspired by Meredith and Derek's relationship, though will not be identical.

Without further ado, here's my first chapter! Hope you enjoy!

When Rachel woke up, there was only two things she was sure of.

The first was that she had had way too much to drink the night before, if her hangover was anything to go by. Her head was banging and the sunlight shining on her closed eyelids was blinding.

The second thing she was sure of was that she wasn't alone. No, she most definitely could feel the warmth of another person pressed against her back, and an arm draped across her waist.

However, there were many things she wasn't sure of. Firstly, who the person in her bed was. Secondly, whether or not they had slept together. Thirdly, what had actually happened last night.

She tried to think back to her most recent memory of the night before, so that she could piece together what exactly had happened. She remembered going to Beiste's Bar at the request of her best friend, who also happened to be the barmaid, Santana Lopez. She remembered being talked into having a drink. She remembered a tall, handsome stranger coming and sitting on the stool next to her, then offering to buy her a drink. She remembered thinking, What the hell? Why not? Because surely she deserved one last carefree night before she started her new job.

Her new job.

Rachel's eyes flew open when the thought came to her. How had she almost forgotten that today was her first day working at Lima Ohio Teaching Hospital? It was what she had spent years at med school preparing for, and she had almost forgotten about it.

Rachel's eyes searched out the alarm clock on her bedside table, widening when she saw the time. She could not be late on her first day as a surgical intern, though it looked like it was going to turn out that way.

"Shit!" She exclaimed, throwing the stranger's arm off her and jumping out of bed.

She turned to look at the man in her bed. Wow. He was cute, she'd give him that. His hair was dark brown and messy, and if the shape of him under the duvet was anything to go by, he was tall. But she didn't have time to stare dreamily at him; she needed to get him out of her house so that she could go to work. Luckily, her abrupt exit from the bed had caused him to stir, and he rolled onto his back with a groan.

"What time is it?" He asked, his voice heavy with sleep, and gruff in a way that turned Rachel on. But now wasn't the time for that.

"Time for you to leave." She stated bluntly. She crossed her bedroom, picking up discarded male clothing as she went.

"Good morning to you too." He said sarcastically, covering his eyes with his arm.

"I'm going to be late, and I can't be late to my first day at work!" Rachel threw his clothes onto the bed next to him, causing him to open his eyes to see what had been thrown.

"Oh yeah," He said with a lopsided grin. "Your new job. That's what we were celebrating last night." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, but Rachel just rolled her eyes in response.

"You need to leave. Now."

The man groaned and sat up, looking over at Rachel. His eyes raked over her body appreciatively, causing her to self-consciously tug at the bottom of the Stanford t-shirt she was wearing so that she could cover as much of her bare legs as possible.

"Come back to bed." The man instructed, patting the spot next to him. "So, you're a few minutes late? Does it really matter?"

Her mouth opened in shock. Did it matter? It was her first day! Surely she would get fired if she was late on her first day. Was it even possible to be fired before you'd properly started a job? Rachel didn't want to find out.

"Listen..." Rachel paused. Did they even exchange names? Oh God, she was becoming a slut.

The boy lifted an eyebrow in amusement. "You don't remember my name, do you?"

"Does it matter?" Rachel asked, folding her arms across her chest. "We had a one night stand, and now you're going to leave and we'll never see each other again. That's all this was, right? Sex. With no strings attached. So, get out of my house so that I can get to work, because if I'm late on my first day because of you then so help me God..."

The man just smiled at her, clearly not intimidated in the slightest. "Relax." He said, standing up and putting on his jeans. "I'll go then, Rachel."

He made a point of emphasising her name, proving that he had the decency to at least remember hers. However, Rachel had had so much to drink that she hardly remembered anything from the previous night, so it would have been near impossible for her to actually recall his name. That didn't make her a bad person, it just meant that alcohol had a negative effect on cognitive processes, specifically memory recall.

She watched him put on the rest of his clothes, and then he stood up straight and walked over to her. He had a half smile on his face and which Rachel found adorable, but she was in too much of a hurry to remain fixated on it. She didn't know why he was walking towards her instead of the door, but she remained where she was and just watched him curiously.

When he got close enough, he held his had out towards her. "Finn Hudson."

Rachel allowed a smile and a small shake of her head, before she shook his hand. "Rachel Berry." She looked into his eyes, practically mesmerised by the deep brown irises with flecks of gold.

"It's nice to meet you."

"It could have been under better circumstances. A drunken one night stand isn't a very classy way to meet."

Finn lifted a shoulder. "Well, it doesn't have to be a one night stand."

Was this his way of asking her out again? Rachel didn't know, and didn't care, she just smiled and shook her head. "Goodbye, Finn."

Taking that as his answer, Finn just shrugged his shoulders and began to back away. "Suit yourself." He said, then flashed her a smile and left the room.

Rachel stayed where she was and listened to the sound of Finn retreating down the stairs, then the door opening and closing. She smiled to herself at what a strange start to a morning that was: shooing a stranger out of her house. Then she saw the time and widened her eyes again. She needed to have a shower and get to work. Now.

"Hudson!"

Finn stopped walking at the sound of his name and turned to face whoever had shouted. Yelling wasn't exactly seen as appropriate in the hospital, so he already and an inkling of who it would be. He smiled when he saw Puck, his best friend, walking towards him, proving his notion correct. The mohawked boy threw his arm around Finn's neck when he reached him and ruffled his hair.

"You know what day it is today, right?" Puck said excitedly, roughly pushing Finn in a way that he showed affection. If anyone saw the boys, they probably wouldn't believe they were surgeons. Good surgeons, at that.

"Monday?" Finn answered.

"No, dude." Puck said with narrowed eyes.

"Actually, it is. Check a calendar."

Puck sighed and shook his head. "No. I know it's Monday, but that's not what I meant." He reached into his pocket and pulled out two pens, handing them to a confused Finn. "Drum roll, please."

Finn sighed, before letting out a small laugh and doing as instructed. He walked over to a metal railing that overlooked the entrance to the hospital and used the pens to produce a drum roll. It was something that Puck could have done himself, but since Finn could play the drums, his best friend had assigned him the job of professional drum roll creator.

Once the lead up was finished, Puck excitedly revealed the day. "It's the day we get new interns! You know what that means?" Finn just sighed and shook his head, handing the pens back to Puck. "Two words: Fresh. Meat. It means that there are girls, young naive girls, who worship the ground we walk on. As surgical attendings, we are Gods to them, Finn. They will be begging us to sleep with them. And, well, the Puckasaurus isn't one to deny a woman her wishes."

Finn rolled his eyes at his crude friend. "Mm-hm. Young girls who have just left school."

Puck wrinkled his nose at Finn. "Dude. Don't do that. Don't make me sound like a paedo. They've just left med school, which means they aren't that much younger than us."

Finn just shook his head again and began walking down the hall, knowing Puck was following close on his heels. "And," Puck continued. "Your single now, which means that they're game for you."

Finn stopped walking and faced Puck. "I've not been single for that long, and I don't have any intention of screwing interns."

"You'll change your mind." Puck said, sounding very sure of himself. "I've already seen some of them. Hot pieces of ass." He nodded his head approvingly, which just made Finn roll his eyes again.

How had Finn ended up being friends with someone as sex-obsessed as Puck? They had met in their intern year and sparked up a friendship immediately, though it was times like these that Finn wondered why. Puck was incredibly inappropriate, and an extremely bad influence, and had done things that should have made Finn hate him for life. But, at the end of the day, Puck was like his brother, so Finn remained friends with him.

"Finn!" The sound of his name caused both him and Puck to look up.

The person who had shouted him was Kurt Hummel, his step-brother and resident in the hospital. Behind him stood a crowd of interns, which made Finn remember that Kurt had been excited about teaching his own group of interns for the past few months.

Finn walked towards them, knowing that if he didn't then Kurt would give him an ear full. He then looked at the interns, making a nickname for each one he looked at. Names weren't his strong suit, and he already had enough doctor's names to remember as it was. Barbie, Ken, Hair gel, and...

Finn recognised the brunette immediately. Rachel Berry. She looked much more professional now than she had done this morning, probably because she was wearing pants. Her hair was now brushed and tied back into a ponytail, her face contained a splash of make-up, and she looked absolutely stunning, just as she had the night before in the bar.

Finn's lip tugged into a half smile, remembering how she had been rushing him out of her house this morning so that she wouldn't be late for her first day at her new job. Only, he hadn't thought her new job was at the hospital that he worked at.

The way that she was currently looking at Finn, a mixture of shock and panic evident on her face, amused Finn deeply. Clearly the knowledge that she had slept with her new boss was alarming to her, it even worried Finn a little bit. He didn't know what was going to happen. However, he did know one thing: this was going to be interesting.

Rachel looked at herself in the mirror of the locker room, admiring her new blue scrubs and white lab coat. It felt strange seeing herself in the outfit, as if it made it official that she was now a surgical intern, but she loved it. She knew that her dads would be so proud, and she couldn't wait to go and see them in her work clothes.

She had wanted to be a surgeon since she was a little girl. Well, either that or a star on Broadway. When she was graduating from high school, she had applied to two universities: NYADA, a drama school in New York; and Stanford, where she would study to become a surgeon. She figured that she would eventually decide which path she would go down and it was best to plan for either outcome. However, when she got her letter from NYADA where they regretfully informed her that they wouldn't be able to offer her a place, it seemed that the decision was made for her. She would be a surgeon, after all.

At first, she had been slightly disappointed. The thought of not being on Broadway broke her heart, because it had been her dream, just not her only dream. However, seeing herself in the mirror today, she couldn't have been happier. She was going to be a surgeon. She was going to save lives. That seemed so much more fulfilling than singing on a stage in front of thousands.

"We look so... doctory. Don't we?"

A man with dark hair that had been gelled back appeared beside her. He was wearing clothes identical to hers, but he had a stethoscope draped around his neck, which he was holding onto proudly. Rachel smiled and looked at their reflections in the mirror. To strangers, they were just two official-looking doctors. Well, they were doctors, but Rachel just wasn't used to it yet.

"I don't think that's a word, but yes, we do." Rachel confirmed with a nod.

"I'm a doctor. If I say it's a word, it's a word." The man said decisively, causing Rachel to laugh.

"You're a doctor, not a lexicologist."

This earned her a confused frown. "A what?"

"Lexicologist." Rachel repeated. "Someone who studies... words... never mind." She shook her head, feeling slightly embarrassed and nerdy, though the man didn't seem fazed.

"I'm Doctor Blaine Anderson, by the way." He said, holding his hand out towards her.

"Doctor Rachel Berry." Rachel introduced herself, shaking Blaine's hand.

Before they could continue their conversation, a voice called out. "Evans, Berry, Anderson, Wilde, you're over here."

Blaine and Rachel turned at the sound of their names and walked over to the door, where the man who called them stood. Two others came over too: a blonde man and a blonde woman. All four of the interns looked nervous, because this was their first day and they wanted it to go perfectly.

"You're on Doctor Hummel's service." The man with the clipboard who had shouted them said. "He's that one." He pointed to a man with dark hair, perfectly styled, who was inspecting his nails.

The four interns nodded and made their way over to Doctor Hummel, who looked up as they approached and picked up a clipboard and four pagers. "Hello," He said when they reached him. "My name is Kurt Hummel, and I'll be your resident, which means that you'll report to me as you do not yet have the right to practice medicine unsupervised. Here are your pagers," He handed each of them a small black device to clip onto their scrubs. "If I, or any other doctor or nurse, needs you then they will page you. Make sure your pager is on. At. All. Times. Answer to every page ASAP. Now, what are your names?"

"Sam Evans."

"Blaine Anderson."

"Kitty Wilde."

"Rachel Berry."

Each intern said their name when it was their turn, going in the order that they were stood in. Kurt nodded at the end of each one, committing each of them to memory.

"OK. Nice to meet you all, and I look forward to working with you for your intern year." Kurt grinned at them all, his excitement clear in that moment. "Now, there are some things we need to discuss." Rachel took out her notebook so that she could take note, and hovered her pen over the page. "Firstly, you will work long hours, be prepared for that. You will also be expected to perform your best at all times, which means on-call rooms will save your life, so that you can save lives." Kurt walked down the hall, expecting the interns to follow (which they did), and opened a door on the left which contained two bunk beds. "Sleep when you can, where you can. If another doctor is sleeping, don't wake them up unless a patient is dying. Trust me, I have learnt from experience, they will bite your head off."

The interns smiled, though Kurt didn't appear to be joking. He walked back out of the room, closing the door behind him, and began to walk down the hall. "As interns, you are at the bottom of the surgical food chain, which means a lot of tasks you will be assigned may seem tedious. For example, running labs and writing orders. However, this is a necessary evil and is all part of the learning curve. Try not to feel undermined, as every great surgeon you meet will have been an intern at some point."

Rachel nodded, finishing the notes she was making. This all seemed a little overwhelming, and she began to feel the familiar sense of nerves settle in her stomach. But she could do this. She was Rachel Berry. She could do anything she set her mind to. She felt someone nudge her elbow and looked up at the blonde woman - Kitty Wilde.

Kitty looked from Rachel, to the notepad she was holding, then back to Rachel. She snorted at the sight. "Nerd." She said with a shake of her head.

Rachel deducted that the attractive woman was probably a mean girl in high school. Probably a cheerleader who dated the attractive football players. Wait, weren't cheerleaders stupid though? The ones that had picked on her in high school had always got low test scores to match their low IQ. So what would she be doing being a doctor?

"You will work for residents and attendings from now on." Kurt continued, unaware of the childish and completely uncalled from name-calling that Kitty just indulged in. "You can tell the difference between the two from the colour of their scrubs. Attendings, who are top of the surgical hierarchy, wear dark blue scrubs. Like..." Kurt turned around, clearly trying to find an example of these dark blue scrubs.

"Oh!" He exclaimed, clearly spotting an attending. "There's one, and my brother no less. Finn!"

Rachel looked up at the name, following Kurt's line of sight until her eyes landed on the tall man standing a few feet away. She recognised him immediately as the man she had woke up next to this morning. He was chatting to another surgeon, who sported an unprofessional-looking mohawk.

"This is Finn Hudson, a neurosurgeon in the hospital; and Noah Puckerman, a plastic surgeon."

Both men nodded at them, though Finn's eyes were locked on Rachel and an amused smile played at his lips.

But all Rachel wanted was for the ground to swallow her up. Because the man that she had a one night stand with, just so happened to be her new boss.

A/N: I obviously had to include some medical jargon because it's set in a hospital, but I'll try to keep it to a minimum.

This is pretty much just a taster-chapter so that you can decide if you're interested or not. Please leave me a review to let me know if you would like me to continue :)