A/N: I recently read the rumour that Rachel will be getting drunk in one of the later episodes of Glee. This made me so giddy and praying it is true because I think Rachel will be utterly hilarious while drunk and than this St. Berry ficlet came to !

Rachel Berry decided that she liked alcohol. Yes of course she had read all about the dangers about drinking, how it affects your mind and your body yet she still liked it.

It made her feel oddly free. Like nothing could hurt her. She could stand in front of her enemy right now and tell them exactly what she thinks because unexpectedly it doesn't seem like such a big deal.

The constant teasing and bullying was nothing more than distant blurry memory as of right now.

When Noah had suggested they get drunk. She had of course been reluctant about doing it because she was well aware of what he did when he got girls drunk, but after numerous promises and even a pinkie promise (because that was very legit and real) to not take advantage of her, she had than agreed.

So here they were sitting on the school oval, nothing but the bright lights and night skies for company. Noah rambling on about how much he liked Lauren (she even swears she hears Beth's name thrown in there at one point) and Rachel wasn't really listening anymore, instead she was focusing on how good she actually felt. Noah hadn't been lying when he said there was nothing like it. For once in Noah Puckerman's life; he had been right about something.

"Rachel are you even listening to me?" Noah slurs out, snapping Rachel away from her inebriated thoughts.

"I'm listening."

"No your not." He pouts before looking away. He did act extremely childish while drunk though.

Jesse had tried to get her to drink once. It would 'loosen her up' he had said but she had declined. She still felt so young then and it was when they first got together and she would never admit it aloud but she didn't exactly trust him back then.

Jesse. She wanted to punch him in the face, she never really resulted to violence but sometimes it was necessary and right now it felt very necessary.

He was dumb. Conceited. Too god damn talented. Stuck up. Too far away and just perfect.

"I hate Jesse." Noah stopped on his tirade about how curvy woman just did it better and stared at Rachel.

"What?"

"You heard me." Rachel mutters before taking a sip of her wine cooler. Closing her eyes as it slid down her throat.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why- why do you hate him?" Noah said, swaying on the ground slightly but finding his balance by placing his hands out in front of him.

"Because I just do. He broke my heart."

"Quinn broke mine and I don't hate her, not really anyways."

Rachel frowns at Noah, he never really mentioned Quinn and believe it or not they did talk, about things. She had helped him woo Lauren and get rid of Santana, yet here he was, finally mentioning the mother of his child. Rachel had wondered if he had forgotten all about the baby gate scandal. It wouldn't really shock her if he did, or at least pretended to.

"Quinn didn't smash an egg across your forehead."

"No she gave up my daughter. Seriously Berry, what he did was rotten and yeah I still want to smash his face because of it but I threw slushies at you every day."

"Yes but Noah I don't love you." Rachel says fluttering her eyelashes and drawing the last syllable out in a comedic fashion.

"Sometimes the people you love are the ones you hate the most too because they are the ones who can hurt you the most. It's just how the world works."

"And since when were you so smart?" Rachel snaps, pouting slightly. He was suppose to be on her side in this argument.

"I dunno, I gotta pee. I'll be back. Don't go anywhere." He mumbles before struggling to stand up and swaggering away from their spot on the football field. Rachel still pouts and glances down at her bag.

She knew she really shouldn't but for some reason she didn't care as she reaches for her phone and dialling in Jesse's number. She may have deleted his number (Santana had pinned her to a locker and watched her delete the number) but she still knew the digits off by heart.

She places the phone to her ear and blinks blearily numerous times as it rings, she huffs in annoyance, crossing her legs and clicking her tongue in times to the maddening rings.

"Hello?" She finally hears a tired sounding Jesse answer.

"Your stupid!" Rachel exclaims before she can stop herself. She throws a hand to her mouth and dissolves into overly obnoxious giggles.

"What? Who is this?" He sounds much more awake and Rachel tried to regain herself by taking in numerous deep breaths.

"Pfft you heard me Mister college boy." She slurs out.

"Rachel? What the- is this you?"

"Oh so you remember me?" She snaps sulkily.

"What the hell are you doing? You sound- oh my god are you drunk?" She hears amusement in Jesse's voice but she decides to ignore it and focus on her initial plan, to give Jesse St James a piece of her mind.

"Yes I' am actually. With Noah Puckerman! He still wants to bash your stupid head in too, by the way." She is attempting to sound threatening but instead it merely sounds like a bunch of playground scuffling.

"I'm sure he does. Go to sleep Rache." He says dryly.

"No! You listen to me St James!"

"I'm listening." He sounds bored and Rachel wants to say something cruel but she can't honestly think of any decent insults as of this moment and she had over used stupid already.

"You broke my heart."

"You broke mine-"

"Shut up I'm talking!" Rachel fiercely cut him off. He had said everything he wanted. Now it was her turn.

"Rachel honestly go to sleep. It's late and your drunk."

"So? Since when did you care about me. I don't like you anymore."

"Yes you do." Jesse replies bluntly and she really wanted to hit him and hitting her phone didn't have the same satisfied effect she thought it would.

"I said I'm talking! Do you ever listen? God!"

"Continue."

"Thank you very much! You broke my heart Jesse St James and I thought you should know this because I never really got to tell you," she takes a sip of her hurriedly warming wine cooler and she briefly wonders where Noah has wandered off to but she than remembers Jesse is waiting on the other end of the phone "and you didn't seem to care at all. I was going to sing Heartless by Kayne West to you but I can't exactly remember the lyrics right now, but expect a very malicious text message tomorrow!" She slurs out. Taking yet another sip.

"Honestly Rachel go to sleep, you'll thank me later. Where are you anyways?"

"The school football field, what part of I'm talking don't you understand?" She snaps irritability, Jesse sighs on the other end of the phone.

"Well what else do you have to say?"

"That I don't really hate you. That was a lie," and suddenly she was emotional. First she was angry and ready to give him a piece of her mind but suddenly everything seemed sad "I don't think I could ever hate you." She mumbles into the phone.

"You may have broke my heart Jesse but sometimes the people you love are the people you hate the most, because they can hurt you the most." She smiles proudly to herself at her profound words. She wonders briefly where she plucked them from, it sounded oddly familiar.

"So you still love me?"

"I said shut up." Rachel snaps. She was trying to think of something witty to say and he was interrupting her messy train of thought.

"Rachel?" She looks up at and sees Noah staggering towards her, a confused look on his face.

"Jesse, Noah is here, you better watch out!"

"I'll be sure too." Once again she detects a sarcastic tone in his voice but says nothing.

"Who are you talking to?"

"Jesse."

"St Jerk?"

"St James. Get it right Noah." Rachel reprimands and she thinks she hears Jesse chuckle through the phone. She had missed his laugh.

"Rachel honestly get some sleep. You sound like you both need it." Jesse states simply.

"I don't need sleep." Rachel pouts. She didn't like being treated like a child, especially from the likes of him.

"Your drunk dialling. You need sleep."

"I'll tell Noah your picking on me."

"Is he picking on you?"

"I'm not picking on you! Tell Puckerman I'm not picking on you." Rachel smiles as she senses a hint of fear in his voice. The right look from Noah Puckerman could send most people running for the hills. Even someone as confident and conceited as Jesse St James.

"He isn't picking on me." She whispers to Noah.

"Good, cause if he was." And Noah is punching into his hand menacingly and Rachel dissolves into uncontrollable laughter.

"Told him." She sing songs.

"Rachel please hang up and go to sleep. I'm tired and your drunk. This is not a good combination."

"Fine, but don't think I won't remember to send that malicious text tomorrow! Cause I will St James." Rachel warns, slipping onto her side slightly before taking yet another sip of her wine cooler.

"Good night Rachel." Jesse sighs almost sadly.

Rachel doesn't even bother saying farewell before snapping her phone shut, she looks at Noah who is casually sipping on his beer.

"We can call Quinn if you want?" She asks.

Noah merely shakes his head "trust me Berry, your going to get regret that in the morning. If you even remember."

What she does next she regrets even more, she feels her stomach start to twist into a knot, her vision becomes blurry and suddenly everything is spinning and well she doesn't like this feeling so much. Noah is staring wide eyed at her as she leans forward.

"Are you-"

He unfortunately doesn't get to finish his sentence as Rachel throws up all over his chest. She stares at him wide eyed before wiping her mouth.

"Oopsie." Is all she murmurs.

So what did you think? I honestly hope that rumour is true because I'm pretty sure drunk Rachel would be high-waitforit-larious!

Should I continue this? I really want to write something much lighter to the normal angst I write.
And remember feedback is always welcome :)

Thanks for reading!