FINCHEL one shots, with some Quick in there. The whole one-shot idea was inspired by glee-finchel-4ever who wrote Gleeful Gleeneess. Everything GLEE belows to Ryan Murphy.

The picture fell to the floor, a million pieces of glass shattering everywhere. They never fought, especially not like this. She cried, trying to control herself when he slammed the bedroom door, grunting in the process, mumbling unclear words under his breath. She crawled over to the broken frame, a piece of glass getting stuck in her hand. She pulled it out, not caring how much it hurt or how much it bled. All she cared about what fixing the broken picture, finding a new frame, and waking up from this awful nightmare, or something. She looked at the photograph. It was from their wedding last year. They had looked so happy and carefree. She bawled some more as she hovered over this precious memory. He didn't hit her, but he threw the frame against the wall, obviously drunk, which led to their awful fight. He wasn't much of a drinker, times were just stressful at the moment. Even though he was drunk, the fight still hurt her the same, if not more. She continued to stare at the picture, letting her tears continue to fall. It would all be better by the morning, he just had a hard day. She was thankful he hadn't hit her. Drunk or not, that wasn't much like Finn. He never wanted to harm her.

Eventually she got up off her hands and knees, wiping her cheeks, her makeup probably streaked down them. She picked up the picture and placed it on the table, not having the heart to throw it out. She swept up the million pieces of glass, disposing them in the trash. She took a breather and sat down, deciding whether she should go to bed or not yet. She didn't want to disturb Finn, but she also wanted to be upstairs with him to rub his back when he puked his guts out in the toilet throughout the night and into the early dawn. After watching the late night news, she turned off the lights and shuffled upstairs, as quietly as she could manage. When she got upstairs she saw Finn, sprawled across the queen sized bed, still in his evening clothes. He looked precious, despite the argument that had gone on between them and all Rachel wanted to do was curl up next to him and kiss him everywhere. She smiled a bit, and attempted to crawl into bed, causing him to stir.

"What the hell Rachel?" He asked, his eyes groggy as his words slurred. She looked at him confused as to why he was approaching her like this. Usually when she crawled into bed, he pulled her in and gave her a kiss, telling her how beautiful she was and telling her how much he loved her.

"Did I do something wrong? She asked, her voice cracking a little, wishing anything but for him to be sober so that he could be back in his normal, stable sort of mind.

"Yes Rachel. Get out of the bed."

"Huh, why?"

"I don't want to sleep with you tonight. I'm mad at you and you've annoyed me all night long." She tried to shake it off, knowing this was how he usually acted when he was drunk. She made a mental note to beat the living crap out of Puck tomorrow who had suggested the boys go out for some "stress-relieving" therapy. If she had known they'd be drinking heavily she would have suggested that Finn stay home and work out or something to ease off the stress.

"Finn, it was just a fight. You're drunk."

"Rachel, I am not drunk." He said, slurring some more and she got up, not wanting to argue and cry anymore. "Shut the door on your way out." He responded as he flopped back down and drifted off to sleep. She watched him before she closed the door, grabbing her purse and heading out the door. As she was turning the knob she figured she should leave a note, since Finn probably would remember nothing about the incidents in the morning.

"Went to Quinn & Puck's. Cell's on." She was hesitant and debated whether or not to put I love you or x's and o's but decided that he would have to deal with her wrath in the morning. She made another mental note to try to get him to stop drinking. He had been doing it a lot lately. His job was hectic as he battled trying to get into an NFL team, only to get shot down but almost every team. He spent a lot of time at the gym, only getting frustrated with himself when he would practice playing football, and he would make a small error. Only one team had accepted him finally, but they didn't make it into the play-offs or whatever and that had stressed him out as he tried to find some sort of side job, like tv reporting during his off season. They were also trying to get Rachel pregnant, only to fail every single time. The rent was due soon and they didn't have that much cash, since she had been laid off from her job a couple of months ago. Times were tough, and Puck had taught Finn the horrible lesson that drinking can solve everything, when really all it caused was more problems.

Despite the fact that it was going on midnight, Rachel drove over to the Puckerman residence where Quinn & Puck lived. It wasn't that much of a drive, only ten minutes. Quinn had become Rachel's best friend, sister actually ever since graduation two years ago so Rachel spent a lot of time with her. Puck and Quinn had gotten married six months ago, and Quinn was already expecting a baby girl as they fought with Rachel's birth mother to regain custody of Beth who was now 2. She figured Puck was probably drunk too so Quinn would be up. She was pretty big for being six months pregnant so sleeping had become almost impossible for her.

Rachel pulled into the driveway and made her way up the front porch, knocking on the door. Quinn waddled over and was surprised when she saw Rachel standing there with her duffle bag.

"Rachel, what are you doing here? It's almost midnight." Quinn answered, motioning for Rachel to come in. She immediately followed and put her bag down.

"Finn & I had another fight. I swear Puckermen is an idiot telling Finn that drinking solves everything. If he was sober I would have quite a word with him right now." Rachel began to rant as Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Rachel, Puck's sober. He's just sleeping. He only had a single beer. He said Finn had about seven and was ranting on about something with you two but he only half- listened."

"Wait.. What do you mean Puck's sober? Finn is drunk out of his mind!"

"I don't know. Puck said Finn was saying all this crazy stuff about you and that he was acting like a total girl."

"I thought Finn was happy with us.." Rachel replied, searching her brains for any evidence that he hadn't been happy. The only thing that came to mind was the smashed picture, but that was an act of him being drunk. No sober unusual Finn moments had occurred.

"I don't know Rachel. Just ask Puck in the morning. I'm sure everything's fine. Don't get yourself all worked up about it, that's the last thing we need." Quinn responded, rubbing her belly with a smile. Rachel just looked at her bewildered, trying to piece the puzzle together. "You can sleep in the guest room."

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Finn woke up with a terrible hangover. His head was pounding and he felt the constant need to throw up. He had counted how many times he had puked throughout the night and he had lost track after 10. He didn't even think he could count that high when he was drunk. He rolled over, expecting to see Rachel's beautiful face but when he didn't he was instantly confused. He sat up in bed quickly, grabbing his head.

"Rachel! RACHEL!" He yelled, as he booked down the stairs as his stomach tossed and turned and his head continued to pound. He saw the wedding picture without it's frame and grabbed on to the railing of the stairs. "Oh god, what did I do last night when I got home?" He entered the kitchen, seeing a note on the fridge explaining on where she had gone. When he realized there was no I love you at the end or any hugs and kisses he realized he must have done something pretty bad last night.

"Damnit! I wish I could remember what happened last night!" He said, slamming his fist on the counter. He ran upstairs, jumped in the shower and threw on some clothes, backwards at first, and headed over to the Puckermen residence. He saw Rachel's car there and smiled, but it went away when he realized she was probably pretty pissed at him and when she was pissed, it scared him.

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"Berry, what the hell are you doing in my house?" Puck asked, walking into the kitchen to see Rachel cooking pancakes and bacon, probably for Quinn.

"Her and Finn got in a huge fight last night and she crashed here." Quinn responded, not taking her eyes off the latest People magazine that she was reading at the table.

"Finn was WASTED last night. It was freaking hilarious! I thought I was the man when I was drunk but boy did Finnessa prove me wrong. Well until he started acting all girly and crying." Puck walked over to the fridge took out the milk carton and started to drink some milk, right out of the carton.

"Ew Puck, have some manners! I'm pregnant! I don't need your germs all over the carton, you could be sick for all I know and I do NOT want a sick baby."

"Chill out. Damn pregnancy hormones."

"Noah, what did Finn tell you about me, us, last night?" Rachel asked, as she finished cooking and served Quinn the meal.

"Can't tell you Berry. It'd be breaking the bro code."

"Since when have you cared about the 'bro code'? You broke it when you got Quinn pregnant the first time when she was dating your best friend and when you made out with me when I was dating your best friend." Rachel responded, leaning up against the counter with her arms crossed. "You are so ignorant Noah, I swear."

"We don't go back to that Berry. I guess I can tell you. Well he was all like.." Before he could finish, Finn walked into the house. "Dude, way to knock!" Puck yelled, shaking his head and placing the milk carton back into the fridge as he took a seat with Quinn, stealing a piece of her bacon when she slapped his hand.

"Finn..what are you doing here?" Rachel stuttered, trying not to look at him and reminding herself that she was mad at him.

"I came to find you Rachel. What the hell happened last night?"

"You told me to leave, that I was annoying and couldn't sleep with you. You told me I was self-centered. Needy. That you should have never married me, and that's when you threw our wedding picture at the wall." Rachel's eyes began to fill up with tears as Finn approached her, embracing her in a hug as she cried into his awkward, huge body.

"Rach, you know I didn't mean any of that."

"But it still hurts Finn! It STILL hurts! You need to stop drinking, it's only destroying you! You're a monster when you drink, a monster Finn!" Rachel pulled away, walking over to her bag, picking it up and heading for the door.

"Rach, how else am I suppose to calm my stress?"

"I don't know. Maybe in a normal way, like I don't know.. Exercising?"

"Rach, you don't understand.." Finn pleaded, as he followed her to the door and then blocking her from it.

"Finn, you can't keep living like this. I can't live like this. It's either me or the alcohol." Puck muttered an "ouch" as Quinn slapped him in the arm.

"Rach, you're all I want. I'm sorry I did all of that, I didn't mean it. I'll go see a counselor or something. I'll buy us a new frame, anything just to know you still love me."

"Finn Hudson, I'll always love you." And with that, they made up, making out in the living room of Quinn's house as Puck made gagging sounds followed by , "How come we never do that anymore?" Quinn hit him once again and pointed to her belly. "So? That's how that little bugger was created." Again, another slap with Quinn and then a laugh.

So I'm just going to write a bunch of one-shots. This was going to be a story but I couldn't figure out where to go with it so I just decided hey, one-shot! Haha. Please review J