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This is something that's been rolling around in my brain for a couple of weeks now. It should be in about 3 chapters. Rating in M for future content.
May 2012
Las Vegas
National Show Choir Competition
Friday - Rachel's POV
I'm looking out the window of the plane, everyone around me is talking excitedly. I can see the lights of the strip in the distance. It's possibly the most beautiful thing I've seen all those lights; it's like broadway but a thousand time brighter.
"Finn, look!" I pull on his sleeve, pointing out tiny window.
"Yeah Babe it's great." He says distractedly, letting out a snort.
"Oh for gods sacks will you three grow up." I say rolling my eyes at Finn, Puck, and Sam. Mike is out cold, apparently he's a nervous flyer so he took some kind of sleeping pill shortly after take off, and now the rest of the boys are childishly pulling pranks on him. I have to admit, the hitler mustache is pretty funny.
"You know Tina is going to kill you when she sees what you've done to her boyfriend."
"Come on, I put a lot of work into this." Puck is stuffing makeup back into a the small cosmetics bag he probably stole from Quinn or Santana. He zips it up and tosses it back across the aisle to the girls sitting across from him.
Mike starts to stir as I feel the plane rapidly dropping in altitude. We'll be landing in a couple of minutes. I watch as he rubs his eyes and looks confused when he notices blue powder all over his fingers.
Finn is pretending to look out the window now, smirking adorably. I lean on his shoulder, suppressing my own giggle.
"You guys are jack asses." He exclaims punching Puck's arm. Quinn hands him her compact and a wet nap. She glares at Sam, whose trying not to laugh.
We've been pretty focused on winning nationals again this year, so I can excuse their behavior, boys will be boys after all.
We're all waiting together at the baggage carousel for everyones bags to come out. Mr. Schue is over at the rental counter checking our bus is waiting to take us all to our hotel.
The bags start coming out, when mine comes out Finn moves in to pull it off. He complains it's too heavy, and asks if I left any clothes at home.
"You think mine is heavy, you should have seen what Kurt's weighed when they put it on the scale back in Columbus. "Besides I need to be ready for anything."
"Rach we're here for 3 days what could possibly happen in that time that requires 7 pairs of shoes?"
"I like to have choices ok." I lean up and drop a kiss on his cheek, smiling.
"Alright guys. If we've all got our bags let's head out the bus is waiting to take us to the hotel. We'll get settled in and head out for some dinner. I don't want you guys up late; we're not preforming tomorrow but we need to be in the audience to see what we're up against." Mr. Schue says enthusiastically.
There are several groans from those hoping to try their luck at gambling. I know Puck has a fake ID that's he's dying to see it will work in the casino's. Finn probably has one tucked away as well. You can't bring 18 year old boys to Vegas and not expect them to try and Gamble.
We load our bags onto the bus, climbing aboard. The bus makes the short drive into the city and onto the strip. It pulls into the parking lot of the Wynn Hotel, I'm totally dazzled by the light and the energy of city.
"Babe!" Finn calls for me to follow him. I trip over a curb while I'm trying to take everything in, but Puck reaches out to grab me before I have a chance to fall to the ground.
"Watch out Berry!" he practically growls.
I pay more attention to where I'm headed as I join everyone else in the Lobby. There is a woman from the desk holding a folder standing next to Mr. Schue.
"Alright guys room assignment time. No switching, no complaining." He says.
"Tina, Mercedes." He calls , the woman hands them their keys and hotel map, highlighting their room. "Brittney, Santana" "Quinn, Rachel" We both roll our eyes, we're grown closer over the past 2 years but we're still not exactly what you'd call close friends.
We take our keys moving towards the elevators, waiting for the boys. Mr. Schue has finished with the girls and is moving on to the guys.
"Kurt, Artie" "Mike, Puck" "Sam, Finn" we hear him call out.
Finally they head over to us. Both of them wearing stupid looks on their faces. Quinn just looks at me an winks, I can't help the small smile that's forming on my lips.
"Ladies." Sam says pushing the button to call the elevator. It arrives a few seconds later, I feel Finn's warm hand in the small of my back he leads me into the elevator. The door closes behind the four of us, Finn and Quinn wordlessly exchange room keys.
The elevator stops on the 17th floor and Sam and Quinn get off. "See you down stairs." Quinn says before the doors close taking us up to the 19th floor.
Finn carries his bag, and drags mine behind him as I locate our room. We all know if Mr. Schue catches us we're dead but we've worked out a system over the few Glee road trips where we've managed to room together. I push the card into the door lock, and turn the handle when the light flashes from red to green.
Finn just whistles when he takes in the room.
"I'm really loving Vegas." he says he eyes falling on the single king sized bed in the middle of the room.
"Yeah." I say throwing myself on to it bouncing up and down grinning.
He returns my grin, and crawls up the bed toward me.
His lips capture mine in a searing kiss, his large frame hovers over mine. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him down to me. He has on hand on my hip, his thumb is rubbing circles on the skin of my stomach under the fabric of my top.
"This room has to be a mistake." He says between kisses.
"I'm not going to complain." I say fisting my hands in his shirt pulling him fully over me.
We both moan at the contact. We continue making out for a few minutes, but too soon the phone rings.
I reach over and grab it.
"What?" I say sharply.
"You need to get down here, we have to meet everyone downstairs in like 5 minutes." Quinn says from the other end.
"Sure, see you guys in a few." I hang up, Finn's kissing the side of my neck.
When I hang up he mumbles "It's time already isn't it?"
"Yeah, let's go meet our co-conspiritors." I say slipping out from underneath him and running a hand through my hair.