If you are ever short on stories or have writers block, go to a place wehre you don't have internet connection for a week and you'll be just fine cuz i finished this entire story in that week- and it's awesome... well at least i tihk so. Enjoy! Review!

Rachel woke up to a bird chirping outside her window. Why can't nature just shut up? She squeezed her eyes tighter shut, trying to get back to her interrupted dream.

Something didn't feel right though. Her bed felt, rocky. And was that a breeze? She didn't remember opening windows last night.

She shook off the feeling and rolled onto her other side. Rachel had to stifle a scream though when she felt herself bump into someone.

Wide awake now her eyes snapped opened. Yes, there was someone lying next to her, on the beach? Sitting up Rachel clutched the sand in her hands and stretched out her legs enough to put her toes in the water.

What the hell?

Turning her attention to whoever was next to her, her eyes widened and she had to bite down on her tongue to stop herself from screaming again. Finn?

Scrambling away from the still sleeping boy Rachel tried to remember, tried to remember how the hell this had happened. But she couldn't. The last thing she recalled was getting into her car last night to go… somewhere.

Making sure to slowly back away from Finn so he wouldn't wake up, Rachel knew she had to find someone who would explain to her what had happened last night. She was slightly scared to know though. Was she psychologically blocking something out? Or had she just gotten drunk last night?

She'd start with Santana. If Rachel had gone somewhere Finn would be, she would've brought Santana with her, whether she wanted to come or not. But if she was as clueless about last night as she was, she was screwed.

She got into her car, which Rachel had no idea how it had gotten to the little park the beach was at. She hadn't parked far from a tiny gazebo and small woods. Starting her car she drove slowly at first. Her head was pounding which led her to think that the drunk idea was plausible. Once at Santana's she was glad to see her blue mini cooper in the driveway.

Knocking on the door Rachel waited a couple minutes before knocking again. After a few more minutes she finally realized what time it was. It was late enough for both Lopez parents to be at work but way too early for Santana to be functioning properly.

Disappointed she walked back to the car. But Rachel saw something poking out above the window in Santana's car. Coming closer Rachel saw the top of Santana's head, but her hair wasn't sleek and shiny like usual. It was more like sex hair. Looking though, Rachel couldn't see anyone else in the car.

Oh well. Rachel didn't care if her friend got pissy for waking her up this early. She needed answers. She tapped on the window, but when that didn't work, she banged.

Santana's head gave a jerk forward and then she bolted up. Rachel could hear cursing through the glass but wasn't going to let Santana fall back asleep and ignore her.

Glad the car was unlocked she yanked the door open and watched the upper half of a disheveled Santana fall out. She was scowling up at Rachel, but she was unfazed. "Good morning sleepy head."

Santana scowled for another second before she relaxed and tiredness took over her face. "What the hell are you doing here at seven in the morning B?"

"I can ask you the same thing," Rachel shot back, pointing at the car. "Why the hell are you sleeping in your driveway?"

"Well, someone's wide awake." Santana rolled her eyes at Rachel but her face was confused as she registered where she was lying. Looking around at her position she said, "I honestly don't know why I'm currently upside down in my car. I think… I think I couldn't find my house key last night."

"Um…" Rachel said reaching into Santana's car and pulling the keys out of the ignition. "They're right here."

"But it was dark out," Santana whined.

Rolling her eyes Rachel led the Latina to the front door, unlocked it and led her to the kitchen. Sitting her down Rachel started making coffee.

While the coffee maker slowly dripped, Santana asked again, "Why are you here B?"

"Well," Rachel told her about how she woke up this morning. She couldn't tell if Santana was in shock or forcing herself not to laugh.

It was the latter.

Santana couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing when Rachel was done. "You woke up next to Finn? Finn Hudson? What did you do when you saw him this morning?"

"I ran. I ran away as fast as I could. I hope I didn't wake him up and if I did I hope he doesn't look for me. I really don't to face him right now." Rachel shuddered at the thought. What if they had done something? No, they didn't.

"You know you're going to have to talk to him sometime. This isn't something he's going to forget, and you have to own up to it eventually."

"Yeah, I know."

There was a silence for a moment, but then Santana started laughing again. "You woke up next to Finn. Finn Hudson? How the hell does that even work?"

Rachel replied, "That's why I'm here. I was wondering if you knew why I was at the beach in the first place." Laughing at her friend's laughter she poured the coffee.

Santana's laughter slowly died as she asked, "You don't remember what we did last night? Like, at all?"

When Rachel shook her head Santana started laughing again. "Wow, you must've been more smashed than I was. You don't remember what we did last night?"

Starting to get pissed Rachel snapped back, "No, I do not remember what happened last night so it would really helpful if you would tell me instead of laughing at my situation."

"Okay okay. Chill chica. I know you're not used to waking up next to boys but jeez." Rachel rolled her eyes but let Santana continue. "Last night we had that mini concert that Schue set up for us at the park."

"That was last night?" Rachel almost choked on her coffee. "I was there right?"

"Yes, chill. You were like the first one there. And you stole the show in front of our pathetic little audience. You know, like twenty people over the age of fifty. But we all stayed after. Everyone was there, joking and laughing and blah blah blah. I don't really know what happened with everyone after Puck brought out the beer. I was kind of wasted, but not as bad as you apparently." Santana started laughing again.

"Would you shut up?" Rachel said, still a little peeved she wouldn't stop laughing at her. "You seriously don't remember anything else? Not who you were with or who I was with?"

Santana thought for a moment. "I think Sam and I fucked each other in the woods." She said it like it was no big deal.

"What?" This made Rachel forget about her problems for a second. "I thought you and Sam were done long ago?"

"Well yeah," Santana shrugged. "That doesn't mean he doesn't like to ride the Santana every now and then."

"You sound like Puck. Pushing that image out of my mind though, that would explain how you got home. You probably couldn't have driven without killing someone last night."

Santana rolled her eyes at the comment. "I would find Sam next. What I remember about last night probably won't explain why you woke up next to Finn."

She sang Finn's name, sticking her tongue out at Rachel. "Will you shut up?" Rachel gave her a small shove. "You know I'm not into Finn like that anymore. We're just friends."

"Oh you're more than friends," Santana simply stated. "You're just denying it."

"Yeah, maybe," Rachel said skeptically. "I'm going to Sam's."

"Yeah, I hope he can tell you why you slept with Finn last night."

"I didn't sleep with him!" Rachel yelled from the front door.

"Yes, you probably did," Santana called back, but Rachel had already slammed the door.