Hey guys! So this is a two-shot that takes place after "Prom Queen"… This is something I wish would've happened. I'm going to switch this story back and forth from Finn and Rachel. So anyway I don't own glee and ENJOY! :)

Finn:

He doesn't like feeling anymore. He's been trying so hard to not feel anything since what happened after sectionals because it just hurts too much. Right now he feels all jealous and betrayed and angry and humiliated because he let his emotions take over when he saw St. Jackass dancing with Rachel and whispering in her ear and she wasn't pushing him away or freaking out and screaming or anything… she was laughing and happy. And he feels like a major dick because he doesn't want her to be happy, because he isn't so she shouldn't be either, god that sounds so bad. But he shouldn't have all these stupid feelings because he broke up with her. He chose this path. He chose to "move on" and go with Quinn. He has a girlfriend now, so who cares if Rachel's happy? She deserves it. He's not even sure if it's the Jesse aspect of it all or if he'd still feel this way if she was having fun and being flirty with a nice guy like Sam or Artie. He thinks he still would. God he's so messed up.

He hears the back doors of the gym open and suddenly his mohawked best friend is standing beside him where he's positioned on the curb. "Yo dude, there's an after party at my place. There's gonna be tons of booze so you better fucking be there cause were all gonna get wasted as shit! Oh and try not to get kicked out of this function, k?" Puck says and runs over to where Laurens waiting at his car. Finn thinks maybe getting drunk and temporarily forgetting everything might be exactly what he needs right now.

Rachel:

She was sitting in her bedroom that looked like it was made for a five year old, curled up on her gigantic bed and was just so confused. Why did Finn get so angry and annoyed at Prom? All she was doing was dancing with Jesse and Finn just stormed right over to them and started fighting with Jesse. Surely he couldn't have been jealous; I mean he was dating Quinn, the epitome of female perfection. She was just so confused and upset and angry at what Finn did, as soon as he and Jesse got kicked out of Prom she went straight home, ignoring Puck's invitation for another one of his drunken bashes. Now she was alone due to the fact that her fathers were out on another one of their multitude of business trips.

Rachel was considering on whether or not to call Kurt when her phone rang. She hopped off her bed and looked at the caller ID: Finn :)…He was probably calling to apologize for his extremely rude and inappropriate behavior, serves him right.

"Hello?" She answered wearily.

"Heeyyyyyyyy" She heard Finn say accompanied by a lot of background noise. He's probably at Puck's Party she thought.

"Um, Finn? It's really difficult to hear you, could you possibly find somewhere quieter?" She asked.

"Oh ok" He said and a couple seconds later she could no longer here the pounding of the bass beats through the phone speaker.

"So Finn, why'd you call?"

"I don't know, you have a reaaally pretty voicee Rach. 'Specially when you're singing." She heard him slur.

"Wait one second, Finn Christopher Hudson. Are you drunk?"

"Drunk as a skunk. Wait do you think skunks actually get drunk cause that'd be awesome."

"Finn. Listen to me can you get someone who is in their right mind to take you home. Where's Quinn? Have her take you home, Carole's probably worried sick."

"Quinn's at her house. Can you pick me up Rachel?" he sounded really sad but was still slurring.

"Finn. Why are you calling me and not Quinn? I mean she isyour girlfriend. Ask her to take you home" She was starting to get kind of annoyed.

"But I don't wanna." He replied in an almost childish manner. "I want you to Rach."

"Finn." she tried to soften her voice. "You can't do this it's not fair, to you me or Quinn. Quinn is your girlfriend.

"But I don't want her to be!" Rachel could tell he was starting to get angry. "This is all your fault! If you didn't kiss stupid Puck you would still be my girlfriend! We would still be able to make out and stuff in real life and not just in my dreams! It's all your fault I'm dating Quinn!"

Rachel was outraged. "My fault? Are you freaking kidding me?" I have absolutely nothing to do with your actions Finn. It's not my fault you lied to me about Santana. It's not my fault you didn't wanna talk about it after I found out. It's not my fault you broke up with me and it is definitely not my fault that you are dating Quinn. Don't you dare try to put all the blame on me."

She heard him sniffle and she could tell he was starting to cry and her angry resolve instantly broke. She didn't mean to be that harsh but how could he think everything is her fault? "I'm sorry Finn that was rash and harsh."

"I don't feel good Rach. There's really loud music and I feel like I'm gonna throw up and I can't find my phone."

He sounded really scared. "It's ok. First of all your phone is in your hand, remember your calling me on it? And second of all ill come pick you up Finn. I'll be there in 10 minutes ok? Stay where you are"

"Ok thanks"

"I'll see you in a few Finn. Goodbye."

"Bye Rach. I love you."

She hangs up and puts her sweatshirt over her pink tank top and doesn't bother to change out of her rainbow cotton shorts while putting on her sneakers. She tries not to think too deeply into Finn's parting words while she drives to Puck's. I mean he was drunk, he couldn't have meant it.

She walks into Pucks house 9 minutes later and there's smoke everywhere and red plastic cups and beer cans are covering the table. The music is at an ear splitting level and theirs teenagers bumping and grinding allover one another. In each corner of the room there's a different couple trying to rip each other's clothes off. Rachel sneers in disgust. She doesn't see Finn but remembers him going into a quiet place to talk to her. She makes her way over to Pucks room, she knows it's his because there's a huge sign on it that says "TAKE A MINUTE TO PREPARE YOURSELF: SEX GOD RESIDES BEHIND THIS DOOR." She opens the door and almost screams when Finn is literally right there mere inches away from her.

"RACH, HI!" Finn screams and lifts her off the floor into a huge bear hug. "I missed you so much" he whispers into her ear.

"Finn you can let me down now and what do you mean I just saw you a couple hours ago at Prom?"

He gently places her back on her feet. "Yeah but I had to pretend I didn't love you anymore so it wasn't the same."

Rachel wished so badly that these words were true and not formulated by his intoxicated brain. "Come on Finn, let's get you home."

"My mom's gonna be so disappointed in me. I told her I'd stop coming home drunk because I did that a lot after we broke up and then she said "Rachel wouldn't want you to do this Finn" and I knew she was right so I didn't drink at all!.. until now." Finn looked really ashamed and her heart went out to him.

She knows she's gonna regret what she says next. "Well you're welcome to stay at my house Finn."

"Really?" He looked hopeful.

"Yeah I'll text your mother if you want. Say you are sleeping over Sam's or something."

Finn lifted her up again. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh and I told my mom I was sleeping over Puck's so you don't have to text her."

"You're welcome Finn but can you please stop picking me up like this"

He placed her back on the floor again. "I'm sorry Rach its just you're so tiny and you look so hot right now and I want to hold you and my body is-"

"Ok Finn stop. I get it" She interrupted, blushing a fierce red color. "Let's go, follow me."

She grabs hold of his hand and leads him through the raging party and out to her car.

He's goes on and on about how good Slim Jim's with ketchup are throughout the drive from the party to her house. She just lets him ramble and then goes around to help him out of the car when they get to her house.

"Hey Rach? I know your dads aren't home but we shouldn't take advantage of them and this situation. They told us not to have sexual relations under their roof and even though I really want too, I respect their wish" He answered and she couldn't help but giggle at the serious look on his face.

"Ok Finn" she replied sarcastically. "Let's go to the kitchen and get you something to eat and drink. That's always best when your drunk, it helps to absorb the alcohol in your system."

He sits at her kitchen table and she places a glass of water and a turkey sandwich in front of him and sits at the opposite seat. He immediately starts scarfing down the food while Rachel draws little doodles on the concentration of her glass of water.

"I miss that" Finn says suddenly and she looks up and notices that he's finished his sandwich and it looking at towards her doodling hand.

"Missed what?" She asked.

"How you draw those pictures on your cup. I miss everything about you Rach. I miss how your hair always smells like strawberries but your skin smells like vanilla. I miss how you get so excited about the littlest things and it makes me excited too. I miss how you connect-the-freckles on my face. I miss how you blush when I kiss under your ear. I really miss kissing you Rachel." She was so shocked at his words that it took her a minute to realized his eyes were closed and he was leaning in to kiss her and god did she want to kiss him too but this was wrong. He's drunk and not in his right mind right now and she's just going to get hurt in the morning because she knows he'll later regret it if she lets it happen. When their noses brush against each other she decides it's now or never and places her hands on his chest to gently push him away. When they're at a safe distance from each other she sees the hurt and rejection on his face.

She starts to see tears form in his eyes, "You don't love me anymore?"

She can feel his heartbreak along with her own. "It's not that and I'm sorry Finn but we can't do this. You're currently drunk and therefore not thinking clearly so you're making stupid and outrageous decisions."

"Don't you get it? I love you. The only non-stupid decision I've ever made was choosing you." He said staring into her eyes. She wants to believe what he's saying so badly but she can't have this conversation until he's sobered up, that is if he still wants to have this conversation once the alcohol fades from his bloodstream.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow Finn. Let's get you to bed." The large yawn that escapes him is answer enough for her and she takes his hand again and leads him up the stairs and into her room. She pulls back the sheets on her bed and he immediately crawls in. He curls up and she gently drapes the blanket over his large body. He gives a content sigh and almost instantly she hears soft snores coming from him. She goes over to the other side of the bed and lies down over the cover although she can still feel his heat radiating from the other side of the large bed and it's making it hard to fall asleep. Even though he's already fast asleep she whispers "Sleep tight, Finn." God knows she won't.

Stay tuned for the next/final chapter.