A/N- Okay, this was a prompt that I received from Purple Bandana months ago, and I feel really bad that it's taken me this long to post it. But anyway, this was the prompt: 1) Includes Puckleberry Finn, but is more focused around Puckurt and Faberry, 2) Has at least 5 chapters, each containing a minimum of 1,000 words, and 3) Includes someone getting drunk. I hope I did this challenge justice :) Enjoy, and thanks again to Purple Bandana for being so patient with me!
Just as a side note, everything in italics is a flashback to the night before.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, but I do own a pet rhinoceros. Just kidding, no I don't :(
The gleeks should have known from past experience that they shouldn't drink at parties; the Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza was a good indicator of this. Yet here they were, the morning after a drunken night at Santana's house with only red plastic cups and pounding migraines as reminders of what they had done.
Finn Hudson happened to be the only person who didn't drink last night. He had merely curled up in one of the many guest bedrooms of Santana's house and gone to sleep. He was, in fact, the only person who could immediately remember what had happened the night before, and he was ready to tell all.
There was a loud groan from outside Finn's door. He rolled out of the oversized bed and approached it, pulling on the jeans he had carelessly dropped before falling asleep as he went. "Finn..." the voice moaned. He zipped up his fly and opened the door. Rachel had been leaning against it, and she tumbled into the dim room and hit Finn in the chest. "Ugh... Finn, we've been looking everywhere for you." She stumbled back on her own two feet and tried to pull him back into Santana's living room. "The others have already gotten up, but we can't remember a thing from last night's party."
Finn snickered. "We should really start videotaping the shit you guys pull at these things. I don't know if you'll believe me." Rachel stopped dead in her tracks. She motioned for Finn to join their friends as she ran down the hall in the opposite direction. She didn't even bother to close the bathroom door when she ran in, immediately sticking her head in the toilet and dry heaving. Finn felt a sympathetic tightening in his stomach and went to check on the state of everyone else.
"Finn. Over here." Finn turned to see Puck motioning to him. He was sitting by himself, his eyes darting over to Kurt ever so often. Kurt refused to meet his gaze and instead straightened out the black vest he was wearing, even though it was perfectly fine the way it was. "So, which one of us got Berry last night? It was me, wasn't it? I feel sort of refreshed, ya know, underneath the hangover, so I must've fucked someone last night. And if I remember right, it was fantastic!" He was looking at his friend expectantly, hoping Finn would tell him what he wanted to hear. Sadly, that wasn't going to happen.
"Sorry, but it turns out that neither of us got her."
"What?" Puck narrowed his eyes. "Look at her hair," he said, pointing at the girl who had returned from the bathroom and now gripped a steaming mug of black coffee. "That's sex hair, I can see that from a mile away."
"Oh, I think Rachel had sex last night," Finn replied in a hurt tone. "Just... not with either of us. And why do you keep looking at my brother like that?"
The other teenagers had started listening to their conversation by now. Kurt was trying very hard not to blush but was failing in the attempt. Puck leaned in close and whispered, "I woke up in the same room as him, okay? It was awkward, I don't know how we ended up like that." Finn was confused, but nodded and looked around the room. Every pair of eyes rested on him and Puck.
"How about you explain to us what happened last night, Hudson?" Santana crossed her arms and glared at the quarterback. Soon all of them were looking at him expectantly. Finn sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to take what he had seen to the grave. "Okay," he began, "this is how the night started out..."
"Finn, I wanna make a bet with you." Puck hoisted the case of beer he bought with his fake I.D. up on his shoulder as he, Kurt, and Finn walked to Santana's doorstep. "Berry. I can get her tonight before you can."
"Get her? Like, sleep with her?" Like most things in life, Finn found this idea rather confusing.
"Yeah, fighting over a girl's virginity is what makes for a good party! Whoever wins gets twenty bucks from the loser."
"So then we went inside and-"
"Wait just a minute!" Rachel interjected. The high pitch of her voice made everyone groan and shut their eyes, their faces contorted in the anguish of their hangovers. "You were fighting over my virginity? For MONEY?"
Kurt raised his hand. "May I add that I was against that plan from the beginning?" He turned to Rachel and gave her hand a quick pat.
Puck simply shrugged. "It's not like either of us got it. Who did you end up fucking anyway, Rach?"
She turned scarlet and concealed her face behind her coffee mug. "None of your business, Noah."
"Rachel, don't you wanna tell everyone that you and Quinn got your lady kisses on?" Quinn's eyes went wide and she gave Brittany a shove as everyone looked between the two girls in surprise and amusement. "Well it's true!" Brittany cried. "I remember it happening, because San and I wanted to go with them but they locked the door." She frowned and turned to Santana, who was still looking at Finn. Finn got the strange feeling that Santana knew everything that happened last night, she just didn't want to be the one to say it out loud.
"Hurry up, Stretch. I want you people out of my house some time within the year." Santana started picking at her manicured nails, acting uninterested as Finn continued.
Kurt rolled his eyes and ran ahead of the other two boys. The two football players entered Santana's already packed house a moment later, having agreed to the challenge before going inside. Artie and Mike were dancing in the middle of the room with lampshades on their heads while Tina laughed hysterically from behind them. Quinn sat brooding on the couch with Lauren crushing a plastic cup beside her. Mercedes and Sam were giggling in a corner, pouring different flavored wine coolers into cups to swirl them and sip them like fine wine. Mercedes would giggle as Sam slipped into his terrible British accent, trying to sound charming as he described the concoction's 'sophisticated bouquet.'
Finn walked up to Rachel to say hello, still not completely convinced that Puck's challenge was a good idea (not that Rachel wasn't loose enough to take advantage of rather easily). On one hand, he didn't want her to be upset. On the other hand, he didn't want her to lose her virginity to Puckerman, leaving her with whatever disease that man-whore might be carrying. That's when Finn had an idea.
"Rachel?" She stopped dancing and gave him a goofy smirk.
"Hi, Finn!" Rachel grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him into a sloppy kiss that tasted like sweat and margarita. She removed her lips from his with an audible smack. "What's up?" she asked, her tone suddenly very casual.
"I was just thinking... I think you should go sit with Kurt." Finn grabbed his stepbrother, who happened to be walking by at the time. Kurt started to protest, his grip tightening angrily on his cup, but Rachel had jumped into her friend's arms too fast for him to argue.
"Kurt! Kurt, I missed you!" Rachel kissed each of his cheeks and gave the slender boy's ribs a tight squeeze. "Where's Blaine?"
"He's not coming, Rachel." Kurt sighed and started dragging her to the couch. "I don't need him questioning his sexuality again, it was bad enough the first time." The two sat together while Quinn glared at them, and Finn sighed in relief; Rachel was safe for the time being.
"Okay," Rachel began, her smile becoming confident. "So nothing really bad happened to me. I kissed you, sat with Kurt, and slept in a locked bedroom with Quinn. No big deal right?"
Kurt dropped his head to his hands. "Not yet, at least." He took a big gulp of coffee, ignoring the bitter taste. "I think I can pick up the story from here, Finn."