Who is she bringing? Is all that could run through Finn's head while he was at his first suit fitting for Will and Emma's wedding.
"Best man, huh? We got a row of best man suits here." Finn blindly follows the man, though he could really care less what suit he wears to this wedding that he doesn't even feel like going to anymore. Not ever since Rachel's RSVP came in and had a +1 added to it. Finn knew it couldn't be her dads, otherwise it'd be +2. It had to be a date. Probably Brody, Finn thought angrily.
"What color are you looking for?" The store clerk snapped him back to his current settings. He stared blankly at him for a moment thinking. I have to go to this wedding. I'm the best man. I need to be there for Mr. Schue, who was there for me, especially in these past few months where he let me lead his club and direct the most successful musical in McKinley history. Who cares who Rachel brings as her date? I'll just have to look better than him and get my own "date".
"Black. Can you show me the most elegant suit you have sir?"
"Well we have this Hugo Boss suit right here, but I'm not sure it's in your price range son." From a rack, he brings out the most striking suit that Finn had ever seen in his life. It was glossy, with an elegant small Boss labelled on its pocket. The kind of suit George Cloony would wear to a big awards show, maybe not as big as the Oscars but still. He'd definitely get Rachel's attention in this suit no matter what Mr. 3% body fat wore.
"How much is it?"
"It's on sale but it's still $1500" Crap. That's a sale? That'd be most of the money I made this year from Burt's tire shop and the musical combined.
"Could I rent it?" Finn asks pleadingly not taking his eyes off the marvelous suit in front of him. He hoped the desperate and infatuated look he had while he gaped would win him over some sympathy.
The store owner sighs and after a moment responds. "Well… since you are my dear friend and congressman Burt's step-son, I guess I could make an exception." Finn makes a quick mental note to kiss Burt's feet for recommending him this place as he turns to the man and breaks out into a huge grin.
"Oh thank you so much sir! I promise to have it back in perfect condition."
As perfect as it could be after being tossed on the floor in prelude to having sex with Rachel, Finn wished to himself.
"Dude, let me get this straight. You want me to bring a girl from L.A. to Lima to be your date to Mr. Schue's wedding?" Puck responds to his best friend over the phone.
"Yeah. Make sure she's hot. Blonde. Smoking hot."
"Well I do know this model…"
"Perfect!" Finn cuts in enthusiastically. A model. Even better.
"But I thought you wanted to work things out with Rachel at this wedding man…" Puck reacts confused.
"This is going to work things out." Finn replies proudly. "Hey look, I'll even pay for her plane ticket."
"How the hell do you have money for that?"
"I didn't have to buy a suit for the wedding. Burt's friend lend me a Hugo Boss one from his store for only $200."
"Lucky ass. You're going to make Mr. Schue look bad."
Finn couldn't help but laugh at that comment. He smiles to himself, "As long as I get Rachel's attention away from that piece of sh-"
"Is she worth it man?" Puck intervenes. "If she's moved on with this Taylor Lautner dude, why don't you move on too? The model, Lyla is a real good catch..."
"I wanted Rachel to have my last name." Finn remembers fondly but sadly. "I'm not going to screw that up to bone a hot dumb blonde. Just don't tell Lyla that."
"Alright. But I'm telling her what she's being used for so she doesn't get heartbroken or some sh*t and cuts my balls off."
"That's fine. Just make sure she brings a super hot revealing dress for the wedding."
"That shouldn't be a problem. See you there bro."
"Thanks. Looking forward to it." Finn replies briskly and hangs up. He feels pretty reassured that this will work in distracting Rachel from her date and wanting him back.
The Thursday evening before the Saturday wedding, Finn was at the airport waiting for Puck to arrive with Lyla. He had already paid for her flight to Lima, and her flight back that will be in a week when Puck goes back as well. It was part of the deal. Even though this was all a plan to make Rachel jealous and Lyla knew about that, he hoped the girl didn't think he was an idiot or a douche. It'd be hard to make their relationship believable if that were the case. Puck had refused to send Finn facebook photos of her. He wouldn't explain why too much, just said that he wanted it to be a surprise. It pissed Finn off. Finn worried that she was ugly or had some sort of problem. But it was too late to worry about it now. He saw Puck's mohawked head coming down the escalator. Behind him was Lyla. Finn took one glance at her and all his worries went out the window.
She was exceptionally beautiful. Finn couldn't help but let his jaw drop a bit. Her hair was long, straight, and glossy blonde. A natural blonde. Her perfectly sun-kissed tanned body was lean but enhanced with the perfect set of fake breasts that Puck had talked about. As she and Puck walked over to him he noticed she was tall, shorter than him but not by a lot. Not like Rachel. She smiled at him as she got closer. Without thinking about it as his heart fluttered a bit, he smiled back. Her face was just as gorgeous as the rest of her. Her eyes were an oceanic shade of blue gleaming under effortlessly applied smoky eye make up, the kind that Kim Kardashian rocks on the red carpet. Finn couldn't help but be a little jealous of Puck in that moment that he was continuously surrounded by this in Los Angeles. He started to wonder if he should go join him when his thoughts were interrupted.
"Hey bro" Puck clasped him into a manly hug. "Looking good! The army did you well."
"I was in the army for less than 3 weeks dude." Finn responded while returning the hug.
"Oh right." Puck smirked as they separated. "This is Lyla Colletti. Lyla, this is Finn Hudson, your fake boyfriend for the next week."
Lyla laughed quietly and looked at Finn bringing her right-hand out for a hand shake.
"Hi Finn, nice to meet you." Wow. Even her voice was angelic.
"Likewise" was all he could get out while he took her hand, stared into her eyes, and mirrored her shy smile. Puck's small cough brought them back to reality and he let go of her delicately manicured hand.
"So lets bounce. I got my mom, sister, and half-brother I didn't even know I had till a couple months ago to see." Puck intruded. They continued towards the door with their luggage in hand. "Oh speaking of my mom dude, no way is she gunna let a white girl who aint even my girlfriend stay with me for a week. You know she's the traditional Jewish type and all. So if it's cool, Lyla is going to stay with you."
"Yeah that's cool." Finn responded. Lyla looked over at him giving him a genuine smile. He didn't know why but while returning the smile (yet again), he grabbed her suitcase from her hand to troll down to his car.
"Thanks Finn."
"Not a problem." The only thing that was a problem was the nerves he felt that caused sweat to form on his hands, one which was clasped hard onto her suitcase handle. The problems were the butterflies in his stomach doing flips and the blood that rushed down south after Lyla walked ahead and Finn's eyes helplessly fell on her backside. Her beauty was supposed to be an asset, not a problem.
This is the FIRST fanfic I've ever written. This chapter is short but there's a lot more coming up. If you like what you've read so far and want to know more I'll continue the story :) so please leave me some reviews. Thank you! :)