A/N: My other story, Only Time Can Tell, isn't panning out exactly how I had planned, which is why I decided to work on this story instead for now. Enjoy! :)


Finn woke up with a start. He immediately lowered his head back to his pillow with a groan when he found that he had a blustering headache. His memory of what had happened last night was fuzzy. All he knew was that the atmosphere of his bedroom felt different. Not a bad different, but a different that made him want to stay in his bed all day.

The sheets on his bed had a faint but distinct smell of a sweet vanilla that Finn inhaled with a deep breath. He also realized that there were some clothes neatly folded at the foot of his bed. They were his clothes. The ones he had worn last night. Everything came flashing back to him at once. His head spun with the suddenness. He thought back to yesterday at 5 PM.

Yesterday at 5 PM

"FINN! You cannot wear that to the ball!" Kurt exclaimed with his usual harsh judgement.

"And why the hell not, Kurt?" Finn counter-argued, "It wasn't my idea to go to this masqueria ball or whatever it is called, anyway..."

Kurt's eyes widened with surprise, "It is called a masquerade ball! Everyone goes wearing a mask, so that nobody knows anybody's true identity for one night. Besides, Finn, you haven't been in a relationship for a long time. Don't you think it is time to give up the one night stands and start committing yourself to somebody?"

Finn ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Kurt, I know how to live my life. I don't need you to direct me through it. Especially when it comes to relationships. I understand that you are happy about being with Blaine and all, but I don't want you trying to find a relationship for me."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Fine... Then come to the ball for yourself. Come to have fun. Please, Finn? If you don't enjoy yourself just a little bit, I will never force you to come to any special event ever again."

"Fine," Finn sighed, "But only for you, bro."

Kurt suppressed a wide grin. "Let's see if we can find a tux around here..."

Thirty minutes later, Finn was standing in front of the mirror pulling on the sleeves of the uncomfortable tux. He ruffled his hair casually with his hand.

Kurt immediately chastised him. "Finn! Now we have to fix it again!"

Finn protested to the best of his abilities, but Kurt still pulled him to the bathroom and carefully fixed his hair. When Kurt was satisfied with his handiwork, he picked up his car keys from the coffee table and told Finn to go wait in the car. Finn had no idea where this ball even was. All he knew was that it was a masquerade ball for NYADA students, and that Kurt had invited him. The truth was, Finn didn't know what he was doing in New York. The Army hadn't worked out for him. He had traveled back to New York to stay with Kurt until he found a calling for himself. Finn was lost and stuck. He was truly grateful for Kurt; he made him feel better about the mistakes he had made in his life.

Kurt finally came to the car and pulled out of the driveway, blasting his Broadway show tunes at the usual volume that he loved.

Kurt hummed along contentedly to the music he had loved his whole life. When they finally arrived at the large building that was hosting the masquerade, Kurt practically squealed with excitement and dragged Finn out of the car. Finn held the door open for the people behind him; he scanned the crowd inside to find Kurt, but decided that Kurt had probably met up with Blaine.

Finn walked across the room to get to the table of drinks. He assumed that the punch had been spiked, so he poured a full cup and swallowed it in one gulp. He began to feel the alcohol pulsing through his veins. It felt good. He felt good.

A symphony of music began as NYADA's orchestra began to play a waltzing tune. Finn tapped his foot in time with the beat. He felt his stomach drop as the crowd parted; everyone was pairing up to dance. Finn spotted Kurt with a large grin holding hands with Blaine as they stood in the ready position. It seemed as though everyone was already paired up, and Finn was better off just standing awkwardly against the wall. His eyes took a final scan about the large room and they settled upon a petite girl standing against the opposite wall.

He realized that she had already been looking at him. He shot her a sideways grin, and she gave him a shy smile in response. Finn mentally shrugged his shoulders. No other girl in this room had caught his attention as quickly as this girl.

He carefully adjusted his face mask, and strided over to wear she stood. He took his time, carefully admiring her dress and the way it complimented her body. She wore a pale pink gown that reached her ankles. Her hair perfectly framed her face, accentuating her chocolate-brown eyes. Her skin had a tan glow that made her look even beautiful up close.

As Finn approached her, he bent down slightly, and said, "Dance with me."

It wasn't a question.

She held out her hand to him with rosy cheeks and nodded. They stepped out onto the dance floor, and Finn awkwardly positioned his hands around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gently caressing the hair at the nape of his neck.

"What's your name?" Finn huskily voiced.

The girl brushed a piece of hair away from her face, "Now, now. If I told you that, what kind of masquerade ball would this be?"

Finn's thoughts briefly wandered; was this girl flirting with him?

They carefully danced, but eventually Finn's terrible dancing skills got in the way.

"I can't really dance." He truthfully admitted.

The girl giggled, "Everybody's good at something different. You seem like a music man to me."

Finn liked this girl. Sure she talked a lot, but she seemed genuinely interested in him.

Finn grinned, "I love music. I play the drums."

"The drums?" She asked, "That's so cool!"

They continued to sway gently to the music. Blocking out their surroundings, they only paid attention to each other.

A few hours later, Finn was still dancing with the mystery girl. They had both consumed a lot more of the punch, and therefore were becoming more drunk and less aware. Most couples had already left the building to go enjoy their own nighttime activities.

Finn's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the body of the small petite girl grinding against him, which created some stirring in his pants.

He chuckled and put his hand on her shoulder, "You probably shouldn't be doing that here."

How much he wanted her to continue... But this wasn't the place.

The girl moaned. She was a needy drunk, but Finn couldn't help but find her so adorable.

She pouted and then stood on her tiptoes to bring her mouth close to his ear. "I want you." She whispered.

She placed a gentle kiss onto his neck, and Finn's body could no longer resist. How often did he meet a girl who wasn't a sleazy slut, who actually wanted to fuck him?

"Let's go to my place." Finn's voice cracked with his excitement.

The girl hooked her arm into Finn's as they exited the building. She had drunk a lot more than him, so was very unbalanced. Finn thanked Kurt in his mind for advising him to get his own place in New York. Thankfully, it was also within walking distance from where the masquerade was being held.

"Are we almost there?" She asked excitedly.

Finn nodded and wrapped his jacket around her as he saw the goosebumps forming on her arms.

She looked up at him with her hazy eyes, "Thanks. You are so chivalrous."

Finn smiled down at her, "That's a good thing, right?"

She giggled and nodded, "It's a great thing."

They finally reached Finn's apartment building. As they were waiting for the elevator to reach his floor, the girl could barely keep her hands off of him. Finn was anticipating having sex with her. They reached his apartment, #809, and he unlocked the door. The girl rushed in and Finn walked in and locked the door behind him. To his surprise, he felt warm and wet kisses being placed on his neck. He let out an embarrassing groan of enjoyment. He turned around completely to properly face his perpetrator. He looked down at the girl, and realized she had removed her mask. Now her full face was exposed to him. She was a downright fucking goddess.

She held out her hand, a little nervously, "Before we take this to the bedroom, we should be properly introduced. I'm Rachel. Rachel Berry."

He shook her hand in return, "Nice to meet you, Rachel. I'm Finn Hudson." He shot her his signature grin that made all the girls swoon, not that he needed it; he already had this girl wrapped right around his finger.

She grinned widely, and grabbed his hand. Rachel tried to drag Finn towards the nearest closed-door.

Finn chuckled deeply, "This is my bathroom. Here, let me."

Rachel was caught by surprise when the tall, handsome man lifted her off of her feet and carried her to his bedroom. He gently let her down onto her feet.

Rachel was just about deprived. This boy was doing things to her that nobody else did. She motioned him to her with her finger. Finn began to undo his tie, when Rachel's small hands stopped him.

"I want to do it," she whispered. She grabbed his tie and pulled it, so that his face would be closer to hers. She placed a passionate kiss on his lips and then loosened the tie.

Within two minutes, Finn was stripped down to his striped boxers. His cheeks were red with a deep blush; Rachel had been eyeing his "downtown" ever since she had begun to remove his tie. She had begun to reach for the waistband of his boxers with a lustful look in her eyes, but he stopped her before she could expose him completely.

"I think you have too many clothes on, Miss." He eyed her gown-clad body with a ferocious look in his eyes.

Rachel looked up at him with a mischievous grin, "I suppose you're right... I guess I'll have to remove this dress."

Finn's eyes were glued to her body as she carefully unzipped her dress. The only word that could cross his mind was damn. Rachel's body was hot and Finn was not surprised, but more unprepared. She wore a strapless pink lace bra, that accentuated the roundness of her breasts. She wore a matching pair of pink lace panties. Finn was practically drooling. Rachel winked at him and walked over to his bed. She laid down, and Finn followed.

Rachel pressed fiery kisses from Finn's neck to his collarbone, savoring the sounds of Finn's pleasure. Finn reveled in the feeling of her soft lips brushing against his neck, sending all of his blood southward. Finn wanted Rachel to feel what he was feeling though, so he flipped her over, so that he was hovering over her almost-exposed body.

Finn wanted to feel her breasts, so he reached around and expertly unlatched her bra. He threw it to the floor, and focused his eyes on her breasts that were bouncing into place. He greedily grabbed one into his hand and squeezed it gently. He lowered his mouth onto one and sucked on her nipple, while massaging the other one with his hand.

Rachel could feel wetness seeping uncomfortably into her panties, as Finn continued to lavish her breasts. Finn was enjoying the whines and moans coming out of Rachel's mouth, as he focused his mouth on her breasts. Rachel rubbed her core against the bulge in Finn's boxers, distracting Finn from the task at hand. Rachel desperately wanted to have no more unnecessary barriers between them. She gently detached Finn's mouth and hands from her breasts, and brought her nimble fingers down to the waistband of his striped boxers once again.

"I want these off," she stated while gently brushing her hand against his prominent bulge, causing Finn to buck against her hand.

He didn't seem to protest about her opinion so she pulled his boxers down and helped him get them off of his legs. She kissed her way back up his legs, stopping at his sensitive inner thighs.

"Rach..." Finn whined impatiently, "Don't tease."

Rachel grinned and stared down at Finn's massiveness and her stomach squeezed with anticipation for what was about to happen next. Before Rachel could continue her oral ministrations on Finn, he flipped her over roughly and ran his hands down her body until they stopped at her panties.

Finn's eyes zeroed in on the wetness that stained the center of her light pink panties, "I think these are too soaked to be of anymore use, Ms. Berry." He slowly began to slide the panties down her legs, and finally the body of Rachel was fully exposed to him. He looked back up her legs, and found nothing.

Finn shook his head as his daydream came to an end. Finn didn't actually know what had happened in his apartment after Rachel had arrived into his apartment. He knew that they introduced themselves to each other, but after that, everything was a blur. Finn had no idea what had happened, usually alcohol never gave him any side effects. There must have been something really strong in that punch last night. He assumed that some real amazing sex had come from last night. He had just been imagining what Rachel's body looked like under all that adornment that she had worn last night.

He felt bad about not remembering what had gone down last night, but he knew that whatever had gone down would only be a one time thing. Why did he want it to be something more, then? He wanted to know how it felt to be intertwined with her body.

Finn rubbed his head to try to ease the pain so that he could actually think about last night. He sat up and slowly slipped his feet to the floor. He wasn't exactly sure why he was somehow in his boxers, but he ignored that fact as he dizzily balanced himself. Shuffling to his kitchen, he routinely fried his daily two eggs and toasted two pieces of bread. He set his plate down on the table and sat down, relieving the dizziness that had returned. He brought his unfocused eyes back to his steaming plate of food, but a small bright pink sticky note sitting on the table caught his attention.

He picked it up off of its strategically placed position, and read the neat handwriting upon it.

It had a phone number written on it and the words: Call Me. Finn automatically assumed that Kurt had picked up some dumb blonde's phone number and given it to him with hopes that he would get back into the whole dating/relationship world.

Finn had his fair share of girlfriends throughout high school, but there was only one that had ripped his heart into several pieces and crappily tried to glue them back together. Now his heart was just a shattered mess sitting in the empty cavity that was his chest. He crumpled the piece of paper and threw it into the garbage can without a second thought.

His thoughts wandered back to Quinn and his high school years.

Finn had been the high school quarterback, and Quinn had been the head cheerleader and president of the celibacy club. When they had begun to date, they had automatically been titled as the "it couple". Finn had genuinely liked Quinn. Although she had never allowed Finn to touch her boobs, she had been a good girlfriend, or so he thought. He hadn't known much about girlfriends at the time, so he thought that the way Quinn treated him was acceptable.

Finn's best friend had been Noah Puckerman, but everyone called this Jewish-Mohawked teen, Puck. Quinn had expressed a lot of interest in him while Finn and her had been dating, but Finn never put too much thought into it. He thought that they were just close friends.

A few months later, Quinn had approached him in the hallway, and she told him that she was pregnant. Finn had found it suspicious that she had gotten pregnant although they had never had sex, but he had believed her stupid suggestion about "early arrival" in the hot tub getting her knocked up. Of course, he couldn't hold the truth forever though. When he found out that Puck had been the real father, he had been pissed. Pissed wasn't enough to describe how he had felt.

After the baby had been born, Finn thought that he needed to be alone for a while. He thought that Quinn could accept that, but her desperate need to become prom queen had gotten in the way. The biggest mistake he had made with Quinn was getting back together with her after what had happened. Finn could barely tolerate Quinn's incessant blabber about what being crowned prom queen meant to her. Really. It was just a plastic crown.

At the end of the year, Finn had found Quinn making out with Puck in the tech room in the auditorium. Finn was seething with anger. It suffices to say that other things besides a few pieces of furniture had been angrily kicked that day. Being cheated on once hurts. Being cheated on twice by the same people, is like being stabbed with a fork, each individual tine puncturing internal organs without a regret.

Some may say that Finn was weak or immature for not having committed to another girl for over a year, but what Finn couldn't admit was the truth; he was afraid of those fork tines puncturing anymore internal organs, especially the essential ones.

He brought his plates to the sink and quickly washed them. He cursed under his breath as he realized that Kurt had planned on dragging Kurt around the NYADA campus today. Hoping it would inspire him into getting back onto the course of life.

He lazily threw on some casual clothes, and two minutes later he heard loud rapping on the door.

As Finn flung the door open, he saw the horrified expression sitting on Kurt's face.

"You find this acceptable for touring a nationwide school for the dramatic arts? I thought you had learned something from me over the years!" Kurt exclaimed.

"Kurt, I really don't give a damn what I look like right now," Finn grumbled.

"Meow, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Kurt stated.

Finn didn't bother to respond. Instead he grabbed the smoothie in Kurt's hands. He knew it was for him.

Finn tried to listen to Kurt as he talked about the "amazing" and "fascinating" history of NYADA, but he couldn't bring himself to focus on Kurt's words that seemed to drone on forever. They were walking on the campus of NYADA. Finn watched the fluffy clouds float by above his head. He found himself so absorbed in them, that he didn't notice when Kurt had veered slightly left and dodged a small girl walking towards them. Kurt had elbowed Finn in the ribs, notifying him to move aside, but Finn hadn't even taken his eyes off of the sky, much less notice Kurt's elbow nudge his ribs.

Suddenly Finn felt a searing pain in my chest. He looked down and saw a dark brown liquid splattered across his shirt.

"Oh my God! Are you okay?" Finn swore the voice sounded eerily familiar, and sure enough he looked down into the familiar chocolate-brown orbs from last night.


A/N: Hopefully nobody got confused. Please review, favorite, follow, or maybe all three?