I Want To Hold Your Hand

A/N: Okay. Well this came from actually this really old prompt from some dead meme. But it was never filled. I need to find the link and

I'll update this later with it.

Also, I am currently writing a sequel for the whole Fabang!Friendship, I just actually have a lot of WIPs and drabbles right now. But that'll be updated sometime this month. I have a bunch of this one written already, so it should be updated somewhat weekly. (I still need to type it all up)

Disclaimer: Don't own characters or show. Or idea.

It doesn't take a lot of time for your life to change.

Each event, each decision affects what happens next.

Winning at Regionals

"We won? We won!" Whoever had their moment on confusion went unnoticed as the glee club all began jumping, shouting, and hugging. Mr. Schu raised the trophy in the air as they all beamed at it and each other.

"Party at my place! Even you can come Berry." Puck shouted out to everybody and playfully elbowed Rachel. Rachel rolled her eyes at him, but nodded back.

A Party

"Come on, loosen up." Puck came up next to Rachel with a winecooler with his hand. (Rachel wondered why this was always his drink of choice, even though there are much stronger liquors available and Puck seems like he would be drinking a beer rather than a winecooler – but it was unvoiced and unquestioned. Everybody else failed to notice this as well, or like her, just didn't want to get into a conversation involving that with Puckerman)

Rachel made a face at him, crossing her arms. "We all promised Mr. Schue that we wouldn't drink."

"It's just a winecooler." He took a swig of the bottle before trying to hand it to her.

"And Brittany is doing shots again." Rachel made a face at remembering the previous Tik Tok performance during Alcohol Awareness Week.

Puck shrugged at her. "Your loss." And then went off to do whatever it was that Puck did at parties.

Rachel was indignant on staying sober. Whereas, Finn Hudson had not been made the designated driver for this party and had taken full advantage of this freedom.

Finn had spotted her and made his way over to her. "Hey Rach."

"Hello Finn."

"That was *hic* an ah-maaazing performance for Regionals. Do you remember last year? And your outfit was so hot."

"Uh….well thank you Finn."

"No problem. You really are SUPER talented." He leaned in closer to her.

"Finn?"

"You should really have a drink." He hands her a bottle, practically forcing her to wrap her hand around it. He raised his eyebrow at her.

"Well?"

She sighed and reluctantly took one sip of the bottle.

One Sip

Whatever Finn gave her was most definitely NOT a winecooler.

The first sip was intoxicating enough and once she started, she just couldn't stop. She remember downing the whole bottle, before getting up to go dance with Finn. She dragged him onto the dance floor with her. He awkwardly danced, attempting to grind on her. She was too drunk to even care.

The rest of the night went into a blur.

Brittany was stripping. Artie had thrown money everywhere and was currently attempting to roll backwards through the basement. Tina was running around, yelling profanities – at least that was what was supposed, it wasn't in English. Mercedes was swaying to the song that Kurt and Blaine were belting out on top of a table, her eyes closed, smiling at whatever was going on behind her eyelids. Mike had been chasing Tina around, but he must've gotten tired because now he was sitting in a corner, cuddling with a pillow (Rachel would've noticed that this was the same pillow from her house–Mike did get very close to it at her party – if she wasn't so intoxicated.) Puck was hitting on Lauren who was shouting at everyone, mostly Puck. Sam looked confused and kept running into things and making random references whenever he managed to trip and fall over – "For Pandora!". Santana was weeping on the couch, complaining to anyone who entered within a 5 foot radius – needless to say, most everyone avoids Santana when she's drunk.

Quinn was the only one who was sober, as she was the designated driver for this party. She was sitting on a stool and rolling her eyes at everyone's behavior.

Rachel felt her eyes boring into her at many times, but when she would turn to look, Quinn was even looking in her direction.

She remembers lips.

Finn's lips.

Against her.

On her body.

Finn had pulled her away to a secluded place and was now fumbling with his zipper.

He kept on muttering something that Rachel couldn't make out. (He couldn't be saying mailman over and over again – Finn wasn't the most normal of people, but still.)

Whatever part of Rachel that had refused to have sex until 25 was repressed by the horrible amount of alcohol currently running through her bloodstream.

She knew this was wrong. So wrong. And that she shouldn't have her first time like this. But Rachel wasn't exactly in control at the moment, and these thoughts were at the back of her head.

The Rachel that was out now was the one that Finn called the "needy girl drunk."

"Hanging all over me, being overly lovey. It's not cool."

Funny. He didn't seem to mind it now as he gripped Rachel's hips. Hard.

She closed her eyes for a second.

There was yelling.

Finn's hands that had been gripping her tightly had been removed.

She could hear Finn shouting now.

Finn's hands had been replaced by something gentler, a voice that matched the tough whispered softly in her ear.

She missed Finn.

She pushed the stranger away, her haze taking over her eyesight now.

She remembers yelling at them.

Yelling…something.

And then she stormed out. The last thing she heard as she left Finn and the stranger behind was Finn's laughter being abruptly stopped.

She was in her car.

And the car was moving. Or she was driving it. She didn't exactly know at the moment.

She didn't know which direction everything was and her car seemed to be going the right way. It felt right to her.

She just had to get away from that person.

She tried to remember the face. The blur.

Whatever memory she can connect that voice to.

She's sure that she can remember. She just needs to focus.

The last thing Rachel remembers are sounds. A splash, a crack, that damn voice, and sirens.

She opens her eyes and sees the face to match the voice and this time she remembers who it is.

She can't call out to them as she's being pulled away and everything turns dark.