Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, it is Ryan Murphy's baby.

Finn knew this was a bad idea. He knew it the second that Puck mentioned throwing a party at Rachel's house. It was Rachel for crying out loud, party and Rachel just didn't fit together, unless it was one of those Tony parties her and her dads have every year which does not count. So he wasn't surprised when he walked downstairs and found her in what could only be described as a 'Rachel Berry' dress with tickets for wine coolers. Yep, this was exactly what he was expecting. Poor Rach, he could see it all over her face how excited she was. She wanted this party to be a success, for the group to come together. She probably spent all day planning this party, and obsessing over what to wear, what snacks, and what lame party games to play. She was completely oblivious to the lack of enthusiasm from the guys. Until Puck, again stepped in, he has a bad habit of doing that.

"Come on Berry, let me break into your dad's liquor cabinet."

"What? Noah, there are more than enough wine coolers for everyone here. You're holding up the line and pushing me behind schedule!" she cried rushing to block him from her dad's cabinet.

"Berry I swear I'll replace everything that we use, don't you want this party to be the party of the year? It'd be kind of like an award right? You'll be a hit and I'll replace everything I swear." He pleaded.

The hesitation was clear on her face, geez I really spend too much time looking at her don't I? She looked up at me with those big doe eyes. What was I supposed to do? I'm not in charge and we're not together anymore, but there she was peering at me like I held all the answers. And truthfully, I did want to help her, I wanted her party to be great; I wanted her to have fun so I nodded. Her face lit up in that beaming smile that I hadn't seen in quite some time and she raised her cup, stepping aside to give Puck access to the cabinet.

"Let's Party!"

Not drinking was a really good decision. I had to drive home, staying over at Rachel's definitely wasn't an option. So I stood in the background sipping on coke and nodding my head with the music. Rachel had disappeared not long after the party went into full swing, not that I noticed. I was trying really hard not to pay too much attention to her, we were broken up. Thinking of her would only lead to sadness or focusing on the mailman; neither appropriate for a party so I shifted my focus back to my drunken friends. Brittany had been giving Artie a lap dance for the last two songs straight, I'm surprised she isn't pregnant by now. Oh right, you can't get pregnant from being intimate while fully clothed, my mistake.

Anyways, Kurt was by the punch bowl kind of dancing with that new kid Blaine who looked like he was completely trashed, throwing his body around in ways that made me look like a pro dancer. Santana was making out on the couch with Sam, nothing new there. Mercedes, Tina, and Mike were sitting in front of them completely ignoring the couple going at it right above them. The two girls were laughing at a goofy dance Mike was doing for them. Wait a second, that dance looks familiar, he's not imitating me…

"Finny!"

All of a sudden thin arms snaked around my waist pulling me into what I think was supposed to be a bone crushing hug. I found Rachel.

"Umm Rachel, are you ok?"

"Oh Finny! I'm just amazing, amazing! Did you know that alcohol makes you pee? Well it does, see I just taught you something else! I'm so good to you Finny." She beamed up at me with glazed eyes. Drunk Rachel Berry was super adorable, why did I ever think this would be a good idea.

"Right, umm so how are you enjoying your party Rach? Everyone seems to be having a good time" I tried untangling myself from her little arms but she was like a little pit bull, so tiny but a freaking force of nature. "Some maybe a little more than others…" Her gaze followed mine towards Santana and Sam still attached at the mouth over on her couch.

"I wouldn't expect any less from Santana, at least she's not in my parents' bedroom fornicating." Her thoughtful look morphed into one of sadness as she turned those big brown eyes on me again. Stupid eyes, they were like magic or something just like her voice. "That used to be us Finny."

Ouch. Right in the heart. I couldn't help but feel guilty, those evil eyes were pleading with me before she laid her head on my chest softly sobbing. Before I even realized it I was holding her close, rubbing soothing circles on her back. My God I'm turning into a woman. But wait, why should I be comforting her? Why should I feel guilty? She cheated on me! That could still be us, well minus the having already rounding second base part.

"Come on Rachel, you've been MIA for a little while, you should um, sing or something."

"Oh My God you're right Finn! Let's go!" she squealed all traces of her previous tears gone, women.

"What? No I meant you sing."

"Singing's for glee club Berry, we're about to crank up this party with some truth or dare" Puck finally reappeared with Lauren at his side. Rachel didn't seem to notice they were coming from upstairs where they were probably, er, fornicating and I was not about to be the one to open that can of worms. The rest of the guys with the exception of Brittany and Artie who had taken over Sam and Santana's spot gathered around the table. Kurt and Blaine also decided not to join since Blaine was kinda passed out and draped over Kurt's lap on the small home-stage. Not that Kurt seemed to mind.

Okay, so maybe I should have realized that this was not the best idea. The first couple of rounds were fine, I ended up getting my left fingernails painted pink by Tina, Mercedes got yelled at for prank calling the Breadstix, and Mike (poor guy) had to bite Puck's armpit. Though that was particularly gross, it was all in good fun. Until Puck decided it was time to take the game up a notch.

"Okay pansies, we're not in elementary school stop with the lame dares. Berry it's your turn, truth or dare?"

"Truth Noah, make it good!" she slurred leaning over on Lauren's shoulder.

"Alright Berry, have you ever touched yourself?"

"Oh yes Noah frequently, often times my performances move me to the point of tears."

A collective groan erupted from the group.

"No Berry, I mean…touch yourself." I'm pretty sure my face is beet red. Is it hot in here? Maybe I should have drunk.

Rachel finally understood the meaning behind Puck's words and she looked down guiltily at her lap. What the? Rachel? Does that mean? Mailman.

"Don't get quiet now Berry! You have to answer honestly, it's the rules!"

"Oh please Puckerman, like she has any clue how to make good use of her ladyparts" Santana sang, subtly winking over at me. Oh God, this is not good.

Rachel still hadn't lifted her head, and I was starting to worry. I wanted to hear her answer probably more than anyone else in the room, but she looked like a small trapped animal or something. I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and hide her away from everyone at the party. See, I'm turning into a woman.

"Well, Santana while your accusation was extremely crude, I can't say you're totally wrong. I might have tried it…once."

Holy. Grilled. Cheesus. Rachel just admitted that she had touched herself before. Maybe I did drink, maybe this is all a dream. Or maybe I'm going through menopause, that's a crazy woman thing right?

Mercedes' jaw dropped while Tina and Mike were finally passed out on the floor. Apparently this wasn't groundbreaking news to everyone.

"No way Berry! I'm impressed, didn't think you had it in you." Puck commented.

"I um, well I had some inspiration.." she mumbled, her eyes darting over to me. Did my pants just get tighter? I looked down, okay I'm definitely not a woman.

"So why only once Berry, was it not your thing?" As much as I kind of wanted to punch him for prying, again my curiosity got the best of me.

"Not that it's any of your business but…I didn't exactly know what I was doing." The blush covering her cheeks spread down her neck drawing my attention down, oh God Rachel Berry was going to kill me.

"Oh God, no wonder you and Frankenteen aren't together. Between the two of you, you'd never get anything accomplished." I really really hated Santana sometimes.

"I'll have you know that the intimacy Finn and I shared was plenty enjoyable!"

"Sure Rachel, whatever you say." Another wink in my direction from Santana and it looked like Rachel was going to blow a brain vessel.

"Truth or Dare Finn." Well that was the last thing I expected to come out of Rachel's mouth.

"Um…Dare?"

"Seven Minutes in Heaven with me, now."

I somehow managed a shaky okay, before she dragged me up from my spot towards the closet.

I feel some steam coming! If I get good reviews and interest I will continue with the next chapter! This is my first story so take it easy on me, any suggestions or constructive criticisms are welcome!