I got bored, so…I'll just write another fic!:)

I saw the Filipino movie titled "My Bestfriend's Girlfriend", and I think Finchel suited it perfectly.

(In this story, Finn is rich, while is Rachel isn't.)

Disclamer: I don't own Glee, Finn and Rachel, and the other characters in this story


"The fuck, dude? Who died and made you a pansy?" Puck asked him, while reaching for his work papers in the back seat of the car.

"Quinn broke up with me, dude." Finn smugly told him. He couldn't believe it. Quinn broke up with him. Who breaks up with Finn fucking Hudson, anyway? He will be the next president of his family's magazine company, He's one of the youngest millionaires, He's got the looks, and the charms. Any woman would kill to be with him.

"For fuck's sake, That's the one you've been worrying about? Is she really that good in bed that you can't get over her?" Puck rolled his eyes, while arranging his papers.

"You fucking don't get it. She's different than any other girls I've been with," Finn snapped.

"You mean the other girls you had sex with, right?" Puck sarcastically reminded him.

"It's not just about the fucking sex, bro. I love her." He admitted to him. It was true. He loves her. He was the only one who made his heart beat faster than its normal rate. And as for Puck, he clear don't understand it. It was written on his face. He was replied with Puck's mouth open and his eyes bulge.

"You love her." Puck repeated. Finn gave him his best "you laugh I'll kill you" face. But he knows it won't work. Nothing can stop Puck. "You….love her?" Puck can't even complete his sentence before bursting out of laughter.

"I…i….YOU LOVE…HER?"

"Shut the hell up, dude."

Puck almost rolled in the floor, laughing. "I didn't know you settle for a serious relationship, Dude. Your one of the youngest millionaire in this damn world, And you're always seen making out with some random chick in public."

Finn pursed his lips. He was so close at beating Puck. If he wasn't his best friend, he'll already beat the crap out of this dude. "Haha. Very funny." He sarcastically mumbled.

Puck was able to calm himself and stop laughing. After his 2 minute, nonsensical, laughing, He looked at him with his "I can handle this" face. "You know what? Go to Sam's stag party. We'll figure this out later."

"Dude, that's not really helping me." He mumbled. How the fuck can Puck suggest a stag party when he's trying to solve his serious issue?

"I know that, dude. But the stag party can help you loosen it up. Calm down. Chill."

Finn thought about it for a minute. A stag party? It's not really helping his problem, but it might be able to cool himself. He's been worrying with this Quinn fiasco for a week, so why not take a break?

"Sure. I'll go."


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"Don't get your Bossy Pants on, Berry. If you want to earn more money, then might as well do something to earn one!" Santana spat back, polishing her fingernails.

"And you think I can earn money by being a stripper?" She said, crossing her arms and muttering something. She can almost hear Santana mutter something in Spanish. If Rachel understands and speaks Spanish, she would beat the carp out of Santana with her big words.

Santana finished her polishing then looked at her polished nails satisfactorily. Then she turned her head on Rachel and gave her a sharp look.

"Look, all you need to do is dance at that stag party. Dance with the men there and they'll hand you money. You don't have strip your fucking clothes off. But if you do, they'll give you extra money, too."

"But..but…I'm a waitress!...And my boyfriend won't like it." Rachel defended. Why the hell she needs to dance with those men who want to get laid? Sure, she's not rich, but she made a promise to herself to earn money in a right way. No strip clubs. And her boyfriend won't like it, anyway.

"And you think I don't know that? I'm not a moron. All you need to do is unleash your wild side at that stag party. Dance with them. Dress like a seduce goddess. They'll give you bling-bling money. That's it. You don't have to do it forever. You'll just do it for a try. And as for your boyfriend…he doesn't have to know."

Santana's long explanation made her stop and think. She has to admit, Santana does have a point. She'll just do it for the first and (maybe) last time. What does she have to lose, anyways?

"Are sure I'll earn enough money?" She softly said.

Santana greeted her with her signature bitch look. "Are you deaf? Of course you'll earn money!"

Rachel just rolled her eyes at Santana's bitchy response. "I'll do it. But this would be the first and the last time."

"Whatever the fuck you say, Berry."


"Dude, what's this stag party for, anyway?" Finn asked Sam, while holding his phone. He was texting Puck to pick him up after the stag party. He knows he can't be able to drive after a stag party. For some reason, Puck wasn't texting back. What the hell happened to him?

"Nothing, dude. Just another boys night out. With some girls." Sam replied, while opening his can of beer. With some girls?

"Girls? But I thought…." He wasn't able to finish the sentence because the lights dimmed out. Cheers and hollers came from the boys. As for Finn, he didn't understand it.

"Dude, what the hell is happening?" He whispered next to Sam.

Sam patted his back and gave him his beer. Then, he leaned forward and muttered something to him. "Watch and you'll see."

Then, after Sam's strange response, a sexy music came from the speakers. A very sexy music. As the song continued to play, Cheers and hollers from the men beside him just got louder. And then…

Holy shit.

Two girls just popped out of nowhere. He sure the hell doesn't know where they came from and he sure the hell doesn't care. Lights were now open, and Finn can clearly see the girls' faces. The other one looks like Hispanic, the other one was blonde. They were wearing this skimpy outfit, it's not really revealing, but it's enough to show their sexy curves. Finn nearly spit out his beer when the two girls danced in the pole. Sam was nudging his elbow and muttered something to him.

Finn didn't really catch what Sam was saying. All he understood is "another" and "surprise" from him. He really couldn't care less about what Sam was saying. His eyes were focused on the two hot chicks. It's amazing how flexible their body can be. Out of the two girls, it seems like the blonde one was the more professional. Like she was the more experienced in dancing. After the two girls' pole dancing, they quickly went out of the front door. He frowned. That was it? Just pole-dancing? It was boring as he thought. Two pole dancers are not enough for him. Hell, for a guy who's frequently seen at strip clubs, it wasn't new for him.

Then, the front door opened again. He was surprised when the two girls came back. Only now, they were with something big. Something really big.

It was a cake.

A very big, plastic, cake. A cake where you can fit a person into it. As the two girls came near, the more he was getting flustered. Why the hell there's a cake? And why the hell the two girls stopped dancing? But it seems like the others enjoyed it. The cheers and hollers were getting louder and louder. And he was getting frustrated more.

That's when the cake opened.

Holy fucking hell.

There, stood, a brunette. With a skimpier outfit than the two girls. Her brown locks flowing below her shoulders. Her nose is quite big, her boobs are quite small, but her ass sure has something going on. The people beside him were yelling wildly. Before he knew it, the brunette was already walking towards his direction and offered him to dance. And it would be crazy for him to reject. Seriously, if this hot girl is doing him a favor, he would gladly accept it.

They danced wildly, moving through the music. He could hear Sam muttering to Mike "He's a one lucky bastard." And he sure is one. The girl's face was unreadable, He can't clearly tell if she was enjoying it or if she looks uncomfortable. But her body sure still was swaying. He touches her on her ass and moves her closer to him. She didn't refuse, but her eyes widened. He reached for her face and tried to kiss her.

Thwack!

The sound of the slap made him and the boys around him gasp. He reached for his face, and he was fucking sure it's now turning to red. He angrily looked at the girl, to make sure if she was ready to apologize. Turns out he was wrong. The girl, instead of being sorry, she sure looked like she didn't regret anything.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" The girl spat at him. He clenched his fists. What does she mean? He was Finn fucking Hudson. And this bitch clearly doesn't know him.

"What the hell do you mean? I'm Finn…" He didn't even finish what he was saying when the girl already stormed out and the two girls followed her. What the hell? Did she really walk out? This chick is crazier than he thought.

Sam came up to him and chuckled lightly. "Don't worry, bro."

Right. Don't worry.


"For heaven's sake, What the hell came into your mind that you slap the giant man?" Santana confronted her. Wasn't she there? Didn't she saw the whole thing?

"I thought giants are supposed to be bald." She can hear Brittany mutter to herself. All Rachel did was roll her eyes.

"Aren't you there? He was trying to kiss me! He even grabbed my ass. I didn't protest. So when he tried to kiss me, that was the last straw!" She defended. It was true. She was so close into punching that big guy when he grabbed her butt. But she reminded herself that she needed money. So when he cupped her face and tried to kiss her, she slapped him.

"Don't get your halo on, Berry. Do you even know who the hell you fucking slapped?" Santana retorted.

"No and I don't have the intention to." Rachel grumbled. Frankly, she doesn't care who she slapped less than an hour ago.

Santana said something in Spanish. Again. It was intimidating. "You slapped Finn Hudson."

Rachel stopped. She heard the name Finn Hudson before, she just couldn't tell when and where. She turned to Santana and said "Who's Finn Hudson?"

That's when Santana looses it. With her chest heaving and her eyes giving her a death stare. "Eres una estúpida! ¿Qué quiere decir que no sé quién mierda Finn Hudson es?"

Rachel's jaw hanged open. How the hell can she answer this? "Uhh…..what?"

Santana's response was a facepalm. "Finn Hudson is one of the youngest millionaires in the world. He will be the next president of their famous magazine company."

"Oh..right."

"Oh…you just messed with the wrong guy."

After a minute of an awkward silence, she reached for her handbag and reached for the door.

"Where are you going?" She heard Santana ask.

Rachel turned around. "I'm going to work. I have a night shift."


"You should have seen it, Puck. That chick surely kicked Finn's ass." Sam chuckled. They were at Puck's car, and he could see Puck smirking. What an ass. Sam kept going on and on about that story. And Puck seemed to be enjoying it.

"Dude, don't spread that fucking story anymore." Finn grumbled.

"And also, they even made a sex tape." Sam continued. Finn looked at him with his alarming eyes.

A sex tape? Was Sam joking or something?

"Well, not exactly a sex tape. It's just a video where Finn and that hot chick dancing. His hands were everywhere." Sam explained.

"You were filming it? What the fuck, Sam!" Finn tried to snatch the phone that Sam was holding, but Sam already turned away from him.

"Wanna see it?" Sam asked Puck, who slightly refused.

"Nah, I'm driving." Puck retorted. He was driving, but Finn can sure read the expression in his face which screamed "I wanna see it. Now".

After Puck's response, there was an awkward tension. Like no one else speak. It was like playing the quiet game.

"Where the hell are we going, man?" Finn decided to ask, just to break the awkward silence surrounding around them.

"Were going to a restaurant. Where my girlfriend works."

Finn narrowed his eyes. Girlfriend? Puck has a girlfriend? That must be a miracle.

"I know what you're thinking. Yes, I have a girlfriend, and we are here now." Puck said, stopping in front of a restaurant that Finn doesn't even know. Puck parked the car near the front door of the restaurant.

"Sam…Sam wake up!" Puck shook Sam's thigh. He was sleeping, with a drool coming out from the side of his lips.

"Dude, it's no use. Let's just leave him here." Finn suggested. Puck nodded.

They went inside the restaurant quietly. The restaurant was busy. Waiters running around to serve the customers. Puck poked his ribs and pointed to a girl at the back. She wasn't exactly facing in front of them. And all he can see is her back.

"That's my girlfriend." Puck told him as they slowly made their way towards her.

"She's hot, dude." Finn whispered. Puck chuckled and whispered back. "I know."

When they reached to the girl, Puck tapped to her shoulder. The girl turned around with a big smile on her face. Finn carefully took off his shades to formally introduce himself when he…

Holy shit.