So this story is going to be slightly AU, but I could not get it out of my mind. It kept haunting me until I finally just had to write it down. And I must say, I am very pleased with the way it has turned out so far. Sure, this is only the first chapter, but it gives me hope for the other chapters. I have a feeling that this story will be one of my best (of course, nothing could ever to 'It Only Takes 5 Weeks to Fall in Love'). The beginning part will be my take on the most recent 'Glee' episode Blame it On the Alcohol and what should happen afterwards, so unfortunately, there won't be much Finchel in the first few chapters. But, as with all my other stories, this is a Finchel story. Meaning they will be together at some point in the future. Finchel is always endgame. Period. All right, so now…we begin! This first chapter is entitled 'Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza', and this story is entitled 'How Does it Feel', which is a totally awesome song by Avril Lavigne. You should check it out. But read the story first XD! The quote below came from the 'Glee' episode Comeback, and the definition came from my school's dictionary.
"I really liked the Rachel I saw in there today." Finn told her, flashing her his trademark smile. She beamed and glanced at the floor shyly. He turned away and continued down the hallway. "I think she's making a comeback!" He called over his shoulder. And then her smile grew even wider. Rachel Berry was one step closer to making a comeback into Finn Hudson's life.
Comeback- return to a former position or condition.
There was one way to make a comeback at McKinley High: throw a party. Not a little party; an insanely out-of-control party. With alcohol to complete everything. And even though Rachel was very against underage drinking, she knew it would immediately launch her to the top of the McKinley High social stratosphere. And if she were popular, she would have Finn on her arm again.
Of course, the idea didn't strike her first; it was Puck's idea originally. He approached her in the choir room and told her he had found out that she would be alone in her house for the next few days. To this, she answered saying her dads were on the Rosie O'Donnell cruise. He told her to throw a party, and she told him her dads trusted her to be responsible. That he just wanted there to be a party so he could get drunk and have sex. Of course, he didn't deny it. If anything, he agreed to it. Finally, growing tired of their bickering, Puck left telling her if she threw a party, just for the glee kids, Finn would fall in love with her again. This spiked Rachel's interest, and the widest smile spread across her face as she thought. Her dads wouldn't have to know; after all, she was exceptionally good at cleaning up after herself.
She invited Mercedes and Artie first, being as she was closer to them then to, say, Brittany and Santana. She then extended an invitation to Kurt, and when he asked, extended one to Blaine as well, despite the fact that she hardly knew him.
Brittany and Santana found out later, and even if it was Rachel's party, they couldn't miss out. They wanted in, so Rachel extended the invitation to them as well. Without her knowing, Puck arranged to bring wine coolers and several other alcoholic beverages.
Then the night of the party came. She had made sure to invite everyone in New Directions, and although Finn was a bit hesitant at first, he agreed to come. She wondered if maybe it had anything to do with the fact that Quinn had just announced she was coming. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and got herself ready.
Another thing Rachel wasn't a big fan of: heavy make-up. But Finn was. Or, at least, she thought he was. She couldn't quite remember. And since she couldn't remember and didn't want Finn to freak out and leave, she decided to wear enough make up to at least make it look like she was wearing make up. Then, she dressed herself in a short, tight black dress. Not only was it perfect for a party, it would definitely get Finn's attention.
Her friends arrived not long after, and after surprisingly receiving many compliments on her dress, Puck arrived…with the wine coolers and beer. Her eyes widened and she did her best to argue, but he instantly got her quiet.
"What's a party without alcohol?" He asked with a wry smile. "Trust me, Finn loves the beer. And I love me some, too." Brittany and Santana giggled and hung on either of his arms, each eagerly grasping a beer.
"But—" Rachel began, but Puck shushed her again.
"Trust me, Rachel, it's fine. We won't have too many." Puck grinned.
"I'm not having any." Quinn declared, lifting her chin into the air. "Last time I got drunk, I ended up pregnant. And I am so not going there again."
"Not too big of an alcohol fan myself." Kurt commented, glancing at his nails. "Maybe one or two, but that's as far as I'll go."
"Don't mind if I do." Blaine said, eagerly grabbing a beer from the table. Santana chuckled and ran her fingers through his curly hair.
"Why do all the gay guys have to be so damn cute?" She asked, frowning. Blaine frowned at her and slowly inched away.
"You're kind of dating me…" Sam said slowly, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She glared at him with a look of disgust on her face and shrugged his arm off her shoulder.
"I said I'd help boost your popularity and get back at Quinn. I don't do dating. Not like you needed my help anyways; you could probably swallow your enemies whole with your set of lips." Santana said with a smirk. Sam frowned but backed away. Rachel felt a twinge of sympathy for the blond jock. Even though Quinn wasn't that much better, she was still better then Santana.
The hours went by and Rachel began to feel even more stressed. Not only were some of her friends drunk off the beverages Puck had brought, but Finn hadn't shown up. She continued to pace around her house and finally, Puck had the nerve to ask what was wrong.
"Finn hasn't shown up yet." She blurted out, eyes wide with panic. Puck rolled his eyes.
"He's probably just late."
"An hour late?" Rachel asked, clenching and unclenching her hands. Puck sighed and rolled her eyes, handing her one of the wine coolers.
"Have some." He told her. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and handed it back.
"No thanks." She shook her head.
"It'll really calm your nerves." He explained, eyes twinkling. He took a step towards her, bending down so he could whisper in her ear. "And I know Finn likes himself the drunk girls." She hesitated and eyed the bottle in his hands. Finally, she sighed and grabbed it, popping open the bottle and taking a swig of the drink. She already felt the alcohol buzz in her head. She flashed Puck a tired grin before extending her hand for a refill. And as she filled up on the alcoholic beverages, she began to forget about the stress in her life regarding Finn. The rest of the night was all a blur for her…
-glee!-
She woke up the next morning on the floor of her basement. Not too far off lay Santana and Sam, wrapped in each other's embrace. She groaned and sat up, shielding her eyes from the immense amount of light that streamed through the windows. Her head was pounding and her mouth was dry. She groaned and lay back down, throwing one of the pillows over her head. She couldn't even remember what had happened the night before. It was a blur in her mind…a rush. She remembered when Finn finally showed up, and she remembered starting a game of spin the bottle. But after that…there was nothing. Her mind was blank after that. The next thing she remembered was waking up here, on her basement floor.
She lie on the floor for a couple more seconds before her eyes shot up and she leapt to her feet, wincing at the wave of nausea that hit her afterwards. "Shit!" She exclaimed, wincing at how loud the word came out. It rung in her ears and increased the pounding in her head. Santana and Sam sat up, rubbing their eyes and glaring at Rachel. Then she saw every one of her other glee friends slowly arise from different parts of the basement. Lastly, she saw Blaine sit up from next to where she had been sleeping. Her heart began to pound in her chest; what had she done last night?
"What was that for?" Mike groaned.
"Where am I?" Brittany murmured, gazing at her surroundings with confused eyes.
"Can someone help me back in my wheelchair?" Artie asked, blushing as Puck reluctantly placed him back in the chair.
"I'm going to puke my guts out." Tina complained, resting her head on Mike's shoulder.
"How can you already be standing upright?" Mercedes muttered, scrutinizing Rachel with a cold stare. Rachel's heart was still pounding in her chest as she watched all the guys flash her a sly smile.
"That was some party last night, Berry." Puck murmured as he passed her by. Slowly, the other kids got to their feet and trudged off behind Puck, either casting Rachel looks of hatred, jealousy, or disgust. Except the guys; they all cast her looks of awe, complete with a cocky grin. And as Brittany left the room, she cast a glare at Rachel…a glare too harsh to be sent by innocent Brittany.
"Stay away from my man." She hissed. Rachel's heart began to beat even faster (if that was even possible); what had she done? She struggled to remember the events that took place the night before, but nothing came up. Then she noticed something: Kurt and Finn weren't among the people that left her basement. Yet…Blaine was still sitting on her basement floor. Cautiously, she took a seat next to her best friend's crush.
"Blaine?" She asked softly. "Are you feeling alright?"
"No." He groaned, slowly lying back down. "I feel like shit. I guess that's what a hangover is supposed to feel like, huh?" He flashed her a weak smile, and she felt herself melt after seeing that smile. She didn't know why, but it made her whole body go numb. She felt like she had to nod in agreement. He sighed. "Is your headache as bad as mine?" Once again, unable to speak, she shrugged her shoulders.
"It's pretty bad." She managed to croak out. Blaine sat up a bit, his eyes meeting hers. He placed his hand on hers. Normally, she would have moved away, as she was not used to having anyone else touch her besides Finn, but a part of her told her to remain still. So she did, not even flinching once his skin came in contact with hers.
"I'm guessing you want to talk about last night." He said softly.
"Please." She whispered. Now I'm going to get some answers.
"That kiss…well, Rachel, it was the best kiss I've ever had. I don't know about you, but I felt something when our lips met. Like…fireworks or something." He paused, probably noticing the look of complete horror on Rachel's face, before daring to continue. "It might have just been the alcohol and the fact that we were both drunk and caught up in the spin the bottle game, but I doubt it." Gently, he cupped her face with his hand. "We have chemistry, Rachel. You can't deny it." Rachel closed her eyes, her mind slowly processing what she had just been told. So she had kissed Blaine, who was reportedly gay, and now he was falling for her. Horror crossed her mind; what did Finn think? Shit, what did Kurt think?
"Blaine…" Rachel began slowly. "I can't agree with you, because I honestly don't remember anything that happened last night." It wasn't an entire lie, but it wasn't the entire truth either. She was still in love with Finn, and although she had to admit Blaine was really sweet and really cute, she couldn't date him. Especially knowing how much pain it would cause Kurt.
"You don't?" Blaine frowned. "I remember everything."
"I remember Puck giving me some of the wine coolers that were being offered, and feeling a bit lightheaded. I remember Finn arriving, and I remember starting a game of spin the bottle." Her eyebrows furrowed together as she deepened her concentration, hoping to remember something else. Alas, nothing else came to mind. She sighed. "But after that, I remember nothing. The next thing I knew, I was waking up here…lying next to you, apparently." Blaine was silent for a few minutes after that. Finally, he spoke.
"Do you want me to tell you everything?" He asked in a low voice.
"Yes, please." Rachel replied, her voice hoarse.
"Where should I start?" He began.
"The beginning." She whispered. "The very beginning."
And so he did.
Ooh, so what did Rachel do at the party? Hm, from the reactions of the other girls and the guys, I'm assuming it wasn't something too good. And does anyone else sense a Rachel/Blaine relationship? I sure do! It'll be nothing more then a little fling that convinces Finn he does love Rachel and gives him the fuel to fight for her. And what about the Rachel/Kurt friendship? Sadly, it'll die once Rachel and Blaine get together. But I love that friendship too much to let it go to waste XD! There will definitely be more of them later on. And the Kurt/Blaine relationship? It'll happen once Rachel and Blaine realize they aren't meant to be together. Now, I must inform you about my other stories. Because this is the eighth story I am writing and keeping up with just one is enough for me, a few of my other stories will be put on a brief hiatus. Those stories are 'The Other Way Around' and 'Nine Months of Solitude'. The main stories I will be focusing on are 'In the End, It's Right', 'Seventeen Reasons Why', and this one. The other stories not mentioned ('The Only Hope for Me is You' and 'Bury Me in Black') will still be updated, just not as frequent as the ones listed above. Expect updates to come slower on those two stories. And don't expect updates on the two stories on hiatus for a couple of weeks. Now that that's out of the way, you should expect an update on 'Seventeen Reasons Why' by Thursday…Saturday at the latest. After that, expect an update on 'In the End, It's Right' next Wednesday. My spring break is next week, giving me plenty of more time to update, as my schedule is very full. You should also expect another update on this story soon, too. Now that we've finished this conversation…I guess I'm done ranting. Like my Facebook page (entitled 'Finntastic17- Fanfiction'), read my other stories (I just listed them above XD), and most importantly…REVIEW!