A/N- Welcome to my newest story. A few things before you get started: This is a multi chapter AU story loosely inspired by HIMYM, and a companion piece (link in bio) to "Until I Found Him" by the always amazing RedAmbition. This will on focus on Finn's POV while "Until I Found Him" will focus Rachel's. It doesn't matter which story you read first since they are companion pieces to one another. We have most of these stories completed and plan to update twice a week. I can't tell you how much fun I have had working with RedAmbition on this. Countless amounts of phone calls, texts, emails, and laughter have gone into the making of this story and I have loved every minute of it. Thank you for the pleasure of allowing me to work with you on this epic project. I hope you all enjoy this unique collaboration.

We do not own Glee, HIMYM, Man of La Mancha, any of the music used, or any of the characters. We do, however, own Tessa and Frank.

Finn Hudson sat idly at table two, his eyes focused on the elegant rose centerpiece adorned with hanging crystals. His best friend was married today, only an hour ago, and it seemed that the nuptials had awoken something in him he didn't even know was asleep. Something he couldn't quite pin point.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time as husband and wife, please welcome Sam and Quinn Evans!"

The announcer introduced them and Finn stood from his seat, clapping wildly as he watched the newly married couple enter the ballroom. He smiled as Quinn Fabray-Evans, his best friend of nearly nineteen years, clutched tightly to the arm of her groom as he led them to the center of the dance floor. The newly married couple swayed from side to side, smiling and staring into each other's eyes as their song played.

Finn had never seen her so happy.

They were sat next to each other in first grade and discovered on that first day that they had names that rhymed; they have been close ever since. After high school, Finn moved to New York to become a firefighter and Quinn moved to Connecticut to attend Yale. Her third year, she met Sam and the couple moved to New York when she graduated. Now, here he sits, in a black tuxedo, evaluating his own love life. Or lack of.

As he watched the happy couple so clearly in love, it suddenly hit Finn. He wanted this. He wanted somebody to look at him the way that Sam was looking at Quinn, like he was her hero, her heart, her everything. He didn't get long to ponder his next move before he felt a hard punch to his shoulder.

"Dude, if you start crying, I'm gonna kick your ass."

Finn rubbed what he was sure was a newly forming bruise on his arm. "Damn, Puck. What the hell was that for?" Noah Puckerman, or Puck as he liked to be called, was Finn's good friend and coworker. Despite his stupid haircut and abrasive nature, Puck was a loyal friend. Not unlike a dog who barks at passersby, chases cars, and humps your friend's legs, but loyal all the same. Even so, he will tell you what you needed to hear and support you when you really needed it. Sometimes.

"I'm just sayin' you are watching those two like you somehow grew a vagina since I went to the bar." Puck glanced at the bride and groom, then back to Finn. "Why would anybody willingly pay all this money to promise to have sex with the same person for the rest of your life? Besides the obvious answer of getting your friends drunk and letting them sleep with the bridesmaids."

Finn shook his head. "I don't know man, it's not so bad. Don't you want that?" He pointed to Sam and Quinn, who were now making their way to the head table.

"Uh uh. No way in hell. Nobody ties down the Puckasauras."

He chuckled, knowing that Puck was not the best person to be having this conversation with. Finn clapped him on the back. "That's not what I heard, Man."

"That was one time! She tricked me!"

Finn's shoulders shook with laughter. "I'm sure she did. I'm going to go get a drink."

"Whatever man, try not to get married on the way over there."

"I'll try." Finn knew that Puck was joking, but that didn't stop his mind from momentarily wondering about his own wedding. He stood at the bar, tapping his fingers on the rich mahogany while he waited for the bartender.

"Hey there, Best Man."

Finn turned; his mind immediately knowing who the voice belonged to, and pulled the girl into a friendly hug. "Hey Quinn."

"Come dance with me." She reached out and took his hand, pulling him towards the dance floor.

He pulled back, resisting her. "You know I don't dance."

"It's for the bride." She knew that he wouldn't be able to resist that phrase. She had been using it all day to get things she wanted, including his sandwich. He had been forced to go get another one.

Finn groaned. "Alright, one dance. Let's hope your dress is still white when I'm done stepping all over it."

"Finn Hudson, if you step on this dress I will kill you." He chuckled as they found a spot on the dance floor. He placed his hands on her waist while she rested hers on his shoulders. "Do you think everybody is having fun?"

"Are you having fun? This isn't for them; it's your wedding Quinn."

She sighed. "I know, but I want everybody to have fun."

Finn looked around the room, scanning the expressions of the guests. "They all seem to be smiling. Maybe it's the open bar, but they do seem happy." He smiled at the blonde. "You seem happy."

"I am. How about you, Finn? Are you happy?"

He really didn't know how to answer that. Was he happy? He had a good job, good friends, a place to live, and a great family. He wasn't unhappy, he just felt like maybe something was missing. He's just not sure he was ready to tell Quinn that. Especially on her wedding day. "Why wouldn't I be?"

She pulled back slightly and raised her eyebrow at him as she slapped his shoulder. "You didn't answer the question."

"Oww." He removed one hand from her waist to rub what he was now certain was a bruise on his shoulder. "What is with everyone hitting me tonight?"

"Just answer the question. Are you happy?"

Finn sighed. "Yes, I'm happy, okay"

"I don't believe you. What's wrong?" She had been friends with Finn a long time; she knew when he was lying to her.

"Nothing. I'm fine." She raised her eyebrow at him again, stopping their swaying. "Fine. I'm just thinking about all this."

"All what?" She asked.

He knew she wasn't going to let it go, he may as well tell her. "I'm happy okay. I'm just thinking about how happy you look with Sam and how nice it would be to have that."

"Oh my God, are you dating someone? You didn't tell me you were dating someone? Is she pretty? Do I know her? When are you going to propose?"

Finn placed his hands on her shoulders, stopping her invasive and very wrong questions. "Quinn. Stop. I am not dating anybody. I have no plans to get married anytime soon. I'm only saying that I think I might like to. Someday."

"Finn…" Quinn stepped forward and hugged him tightly. When she pulled back she smiled at him widely. "If that's what you want, I say go after it. Any girl would be lucky to have you by her side."

"Thanks Qui-"

"Hey there, mind if I borrow my stunning bride?"

Finn smiled, gesturing to his friend. "I think you just signed the papers to keep her."

"I sure did." Sam took hold of her hand and pulled her flush to him, kissing her firmly.

He chuckled, now even more sure that he wanted that someday. He had only been separated from them for a moment when Puck shoved a drink in his hand. "Thanks, Puck."

"You're welcome, now how about you be a good wing man and help me choose my complimentary wedding favor." Puck waggled his eyebrows as his eyes scanned the room with a predatory gaze.

Finn rolled his eyes. He shouldn't be surprised at his friend's behavior. "Didn't you already get Quinn's cousin in the coat room?"

"And in the limo, but now I need one to bring home. I have needs." Puck smirked, obviously proud of his conquests.

"You're on your own dude."

Puck turned and thrust a finger in Finn's face. "I will let you puss out on me tonight; you can go home alone and watch that show where the freaks eat their own hair or whatever."

"Oh. That was a good one, that chick ended up goin-"

"Save it. I don't care. That show is insane and I have no idea how you can stand to watch it." Finn knew his friend didn't share his guilty pleasure, but he enjoyed watching him squirm when he told him some of the highlights. "Look." Puck pointed out two women sitting at a table just off the dance floor. "Those two chicks are clearly looking to go home with us. The way they are sitting there, at a wedding, alone, thinking about all the romance and shit, they need us to take them home."

Finn looked at the two girls then at Puck. "You go ahead. I have to finish out my best man duties and I promised Quinn's parents that I would help them clean up some stuff after. I don't think it's going to happen tonight."

Puck's mouth hung open slightly as he listened to his friend in disbelief. "That's what I'm saying. You are the best man, Finn. The best man. That is like a VIP pass to bang any single chick in this room, or even a couple of the married ones."

"Sorry, Puck, I promised. If it will make you feel better, I'll try to hit on a stranger on the way home."

"Fine, I'll let you puss out on what is potentially your best chance this year. But, your ass is mine next week." He paused as he caught the smirk Finn wore at the implications of his words.

"I didn't know you were into me like that." Finn teased, knowing Puck was uncomfortable with his word choice.

"That's not what I meant and you know it. There is a costume party next week at Club Sarnona, you are going to get your pansy ass in a –non lame- costume and be my wing man while we hit on chicks in slutty costumes."

"Why does every girl think they need to dress slutty for a costume party? Why not just be a nurse, why do they always have to make it a slutty nurse?" Finn genuinely thought that the girls who wore the slutty costumes didn't look as good as the ones who left a little to the imagination. "It's not even Halloween. Why is there a costume party?"

"It doesn't matter. It's a party." Puck reached out and slapped Finn on the back of the head. "Have I taught you nothing, Hudson? The slutty costumes are what making dressing up worth it. You are going to go. You are going to try not to be lame. And most importantly you are going to get laid." He saw Finn open his mouth to protest, but held up his hand. "Can it, Finnessa. We are going. End of discussion."

Finn shook his head in defeat. At this point, he knew he didn't have a chance. He could always back out later. Hell, its possible Puck wouldn't even remember this conversation tomorrow. Even though Puck's motives were questionable, Finn knew that if he really did want to start dating seriously, he would need to put himself out there more, maybe try and date a few girls that he usually wouldn't go for. The good thing is that he actually enjoyed a good costume party.

A/N- Want to know what Rachel was up to? Go read "Until I Found Him" by RedAmbition. I really hope you are enjoying this concept. Reviews are always appreciated.