This story is completely inspired by my favourite movie 'The Wedding Date'. For anyone who's seen the movie (And everyone really should at some point) you'll notice that some of the dialogue is from the movie and other parts are completely original. This is just something that sort of grabbed me last week (when I should have been studying for midterms).

For all of my SC or AATF readers, this fic is already completed so it won't interrupt my rather sporadic updating for those two stories.

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy it. I own nothing.

It was official. Rachel Berry had lost her mind.

She couldn't help but blame the circumstances for the situation that she found herself in. Clearly she wouldn't be sitting here if her life had just gone the way she'd always expected.

"First time flyer?"

Rachel's head jerked up to find a young businesswoman studying her curiously. She realised just how tightly she was gripping her armrests and that her teeth were in fact clenched. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, relaxing her shoulders and jaw. She exhaled once more and smiled at the woman.

"No. Not at all actually." She paused. "My bestfriend is getting married. I'm the maid of honour and my ex is the best man."

The woman nodded sagely as if she knew exactly what she meant.

"She was supposed to be the maid of honour at our wedding." Rachel continued to babble. "It's going to be very awkward since I haven't seen him since the night before he dumped me, which was coincidentally the night before our wedding. There's also the not so small problem that the bride doesn't actually seem to like me anymore and has probably been forced into asking me by her fiancé who is one of my best friends."

Rachel realised that she was making the woman uncomfortable. She sighed and smiled.

"I'm sorry. Here I am spilling my life story when you were just being polite. I'm Rachel Berry."

"Mercedes Jones." The woman offered civilly before turning to speak to her seatmate, leaving Rachel to once again fret.

She found herself full of nervous energy and stood up, hurrying towards the first class bathroom. She locked herself in the small cubicle and stared at herself in the mirror. She was pleased to note that she looked quite nice. She'd been rushing around her apartment in a blind panic that morning and had barely gotten to the airport on time for early boarding.

"You can do this!" She exclaimed quietly to her reflection. "You're a beautiful and talented woman! You are only 24 years old and you already have a Tony under your belt! Buck up Rachel Barbra Berry!"

She fixed a winning smile on her face and left the lav. Uncharacteristically, she snatched a small bottle of vodka off the flight cart on her way by and placed it in her purse. She smiled apologetically at the young man who was manning the cart.

"I swear I'm not an alcoholic. I'm going to a wedding where my ex will be. My date is meeting me at seat 3B and I need him to look really good right about now." She told him.

He glanced over her shoulder and grinned saucily. "Hello 3B!"

He winked at her and she turned to see what had caught his attention. There was a tallish man in an expensive suit with his back to her. She admired his closely shaved head before her eyes landed on his perfectly sculpted ass.

"Please be 3B!" She whispered and she heard the friendly flight attendant chuckling behind her.

"Go get him Tiger!" He whispered back before pushing her forward slightly.

"Mr. Puckerman?" She squeaked, wincing in embarrassment and clearing her throat.

He turned slowly and she just barely stifled a gasp. Her flight attendant friend seemed to be hyperventilating behind her and she desperately wanted to join him. What she had judged as attractive from behind was just damn perfect from the front. His suit was perfectly fitted and highlighted his perfect body. He had eschewed a tie, instead wearing a crisp blue shirt that was opened stylishly to show his collarbones. Her gaze was caught on the small amount of hair poking over the collar and she licked her lips before continuing her exploration. His throat was unblemished and his jaw was perfectly formed, covered by the sexiest of stubble. He had full lips that were upturned in a smirk and a strong nose. Her breath caught as she met his eyes which were a beautiful shade of hazel with gold specks. His gaze dropped as he quickly assessed her the way she had done him. He grinned when she threw her shoulders back and raised her chin defiantly, daring him to dislike what he saw.

"Miss Berry." He responded politely, offering her his hand which she shook dizzily. His voice was deep and smooth and did funny things to her brain.

"Rachel, please." She told him with a smile.

"Rachel. You should probably call me Noah." He replied with a raised eyebrow.

She giggled and conceded him that one. It would certainly be strange if she went around calling him by his last name.

"Let's sit down." He murmured even though his hand was already on the small of her back, guiding her into her seat.

She could feel her body heating up and her cheeks flushing. She bit her lip and took her seat as he took the seat across from her. She crossed her legs and smoothed at her dress anxiously. She could feel his gaze on her but struggled to meet his eyes.

"Do I make you nervous?" He questioned.

She looked up and found him staring at her with his head tilted slightly to the left.

"Everything about this situation makes me nervous." She admitted, playing with the hem of her skirt.

He was silent for so long that for a moment she wondered is maybe he hadn't run for his life. She looked up expecting to see an empty seat and was surprised to find him still appraising her. She felt her nervousness leaving as her temper flared.

"See anything you like?" She snapped snottily, regretting her tone immediately.

He surprised her by chuckling softly and shaking his head in amusement. He stopped the flight attendant and asked for two glasses of wine. He handed one to her politely and settled back into his seat before answering.

"You're an incredibly beautiful woman. I'd ask if you know that but I'm not sure that you do." He paused and she was too shocked to respond. "For one thing a woman who looks like you, with a career like yours has absolutely no need for a professional of my expertise. I can only assume that you contacted me to help you through this trip for a specific combination of reasons." He paused again but continued when she stared at him blankly. "You're too busy to date anyone outside of work and most of your co-stars are either gay or too arrogant. You've been hurt before and you truly have no idea just how appealing you really are."

She stared at the man for a moment replaying his words before snapping again.

"Figured me out have you? Well you're right about my co-stars, though that isn't much of a leap." She glared at him in challenge and disbelief. "You find me appealing, really?"

The note of derision in her question caused something to flash in his eyes but he gave away nothing. He leaned forward and smirked at her.

"Honey, there isn't a straight man on this plane who doesn't find you appealing." He grinned wider when her mouth popped open in surprise. "You asked if I personally find you appealing?" She nodded slightly. "I've been picturing you naked and coming undone beneath me since we first met."

Rachel's eyes widened as a flash of heat crossed her body. She lifted the glass of wine to her lips and drained it. What had she gotten herself into?

I hope you enjoyed it. I should have the next chapter up within the next day or so. Please let me know what you think.