Hey again. So this week I was in LA with my mom and her all time favorite movie is Pretty Woman, so I decided to start this fic up again and this time, really finish it! In LA we got to go to all the sites where the movie was filmed and I was just really motivated to publish it again! Starting from scratch and hopefully this time will be better! Once again, not affiliated with the movie Pretty Woman or Glee, just following along most of the storyline of Pretty Woman, but I will have a few switch ups :) Enjoy!
"Ladies, ladies, there's enough to go around. Now you see, investments aren't that hard. I, well, I find the companies that are weak, fragile, and easy to take advantage of, and then my buddy Finn here, he makes the real deals. He's the one with the big bucks. He invests in them, tears 'em down and gives 'em a whole new look," Noah Puckerman explained as he wooed the women around him. "We are heading to L.A. next week for what might be our biggest deal yet."
He had women hanging all around him as he lounged in the house of Mr. Michael Chang, who had thrown this party in honor of Hudson Inc. landing one of their biggest investments this month. People gathered along the bar, outdoor pool, and along the long luxurious halls lined with fine linens and expensive furniture.
"Champagne, Mr. Puckerman?" one of the caterers offered.
"Don't mind if I do," he responded cheekily. "And buddy, can I get some for my ladies?"
"Coming right up."
Puck downed his first glass as he waited for the caterer to return with several more glasses. Handing a glass to each of the women, and taking another for himself, he raised his glass.
"Here's to Hudson. One hell of an investor."
"To Hudson!" the rest followed.
He downed the rest of his second glass and had begun to feel the alcohol kick in, but, nevertheless, continued through the party. As he glanced around, he noticed a very prominent absence.
"Where the hell is Hudson? I mean the party is being thrown in his honor." He turned to his left where he saw Mr. Hudson's secretary scrolling through her blackberry.
"Georgia, any idea where the man of the hour is?"
Georgia glanced up at Puck, then down at her watch, where she found the time to be 6:11pm. "I'm assuming he's on the phone. It's just after 3 in L.A. and he wanted to call the St. James Industries before the end of the day."
Puck nodded, and Georgia returned back to her phone. He walked hurriedly past the throngs of people that hung in scattered groups throughout the hallway, and managed to slide past them and make his way upstairs. At the end of the hall was a room clearly marked 'Office,' and he took the liberty to burst through the door, without so much as a knock of warning.
"…yes, we'll be in L.A. by Sunday," Finn Hudson added while on the phone. "Well, it's the earliest we could get out with all our meetings this week…Yes, I'll be here in the city until then…Yes, dinner tomorrow would be fine, I can meet you at Sardi's at 6 o'clock sharp…Excellent, I'll see you then," and with that he hung up the phone and turned to see his best friend standing there silently.
"Dude, where the hell have you been?" Puck immediately questioned.
"Just some business calls, working some things out," Finn offered gently.
"Yeah, well, this party is for you. And I'm pretty sure that means you need to make some sort of appearance here."
"Yeah, well, this isn't exactly my kind of scene."
"What isn't? The food? The drinks? The ladies?"
"I don't know, all of it?"
"C'mon, Hudson, I've known you almost all my life, and I know when you need to unwind, and this is exactly the kind of scene you need. Now let's head down and woo some women. I just finished explaining to them what we do and they seem to be real interested," Puck pushed, gesturing them both to move downstairs.
"Look, I'll go down for a few minutes, but then I'm going to go back into the city. I want to get settle into my hotel."
"Fine, that's all I asked," Puck surrendered, satisfied to get an agreement from Finn.
As they neared the top of the staircase, Puck raised a hand, and cleared his throat, using his other hand to pat Finn's back and cheered, "Here he is! Man of the hour, Mr. Finn Hudson!"
Everyone else below raised their glasses and continued to cheer and applaud.
Finn was used to this kind of praise but every time he received it, shied away. He didn't always enjoy being in the spotlight. He smiled and nodded at people as he made his way towards the front of the house, offering polite 'thank you's to those who congratulated them.
"Well, well, Finn Hudson."
Finn stopped mid-step as he heard his name. He recognized that voice anywhere. It was the voice, and the women, he almost married.
"Quinn!" he turned, unsure of whether his own voice sounded excited or mortified at seeing her again.
"Well, well, I hear you have big investment plans for the St. James Industries. Congratulations!" she offered him genuinely.
"Thank you. And I hear you got married. Congratulations!"
"Well, I couldn't wait around for you forever," she smiled, teasingly.
He had dated Quinn Fabray for almost three years. She came around on all his business trips with him for the first year and a half, but by the last year, she had become exhausted and found herself staying at his home in Long Island. He proposed a little while after, and the engagement lasted almost another full year, but she broke it off, claiming she couldn't handle his constant absence and travelling.
"I really do wish you the best Quinn," he smiled.
"Well, yes, and best of luck with the St. James'. I've heard they're really hard to please, but I know you're a real pleaser," she teased.
He nodded his head, and leaned in as she gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek, which he also reciprocated.
"It was good to see you, Quinn."
He managed to make it through the crowd and out the house to the valet, where he was patiently waiting for his limousine to pull up.
"Mr. Hudson, I'm afraid you're limousine is all the way in the back, with several cars blocking. Is there any other vehicle, you'd be allowed to take?" one of the valet men suggested.
"Hey, Hudson, whoa," Finn, turned to find Puck drunkenly walking down the front steps to where he currently stood. "I thought you were going to stay longer."
"I told you, I have to be in the city tonight. I figured I'll just drive in. It's at least two hours from here to the city and I want to get to the hotel," he explained. "Hey, can I borrow your car?"
"Dude, are you crazy? That car is my life!" Puck, though drunk, said very seriously.
The man at the valet had already found Puck's keys and handed them to Finn.
"I swear, it's just for the next few nights, and my car is all the way in the back. Besides, you shouldn't even be driving in your state."
Finn placed the keys in the door and entered the drivers' seat, oblivious to Puck's rant on the car being the only thing he has every loved.
"Look, man, I'll have it back to you by the time we leave for L.A. okay?" Finn promised.
"Dude, can you even drive a car? You've ridden that limo ever since you were five."
"I'll be fine," Finn assured him, as he revved the engine.
"Okay, okay, but I swear to god, man, if I see so much as a scratch on this car, I will beat the living shit out of you."
"Deal!" Finn cheered as he headed off down the driveway and onto the street.
And he was off, on what was about the be the most adventurous week of his life.
Hope you enjoyed chapter one, and, as always, please review :)