I don't own Glee.
Just some random idea I had floating around my head. Finchael.
I'm in a stripper club. Yes, that's right, sweet, naïve Finn is in a stripper club in New York City. On his 21st birthday. Why am I here? Well, Puck, my now somewhat best friend (we got over the baby thing) said that on my 21st birthday he would take me to a stripper club. He has been to lots of clubs because he is a few months older than me. He claims this one is the best. Whatever. I said yes to it because I thought I could go once, just to see if I like it. If I do, I'll continue. If not, I'll never go to one again. Puck claims I'll love it. Meh, we'll see.
I haven't really been able to trust Puck that well after the baby incident. He was a loner for sometime until I forgave him. I forgave Quinn too. Quinn indeed had a beautiful, healthy girl named Amanda. She is about 5 years old right now. Quinn married some random Texan and moved to Texas with him. Quinn now works at a beauty salon and is taking classes at the local college. Her husband owns some family business, so they are pretty well off. Quinn calls me sometimes to talk. We'll talk for hours about life, my job as a policeman, Puck, Puck's long time girlfriend (surprising, right?) Lucy, and the good times in high school.
"Finn, over here!" I snapped out of my thoughts and turned my attention to Puck, waving at me to come and sit. "You're going to love this, Finn. Hot chicks. Very hot."
"I'm surprised Lucy doesn't mind." Puck shrugged. "She's fine with it now. Here lemme go grab some drinks."
As I sat there waiting for Puck, I thought about Glee, and what happened to it. Ah, Glee, and all the drama. The only couple that survived all the way through college and now adulthood is Artie and Tina. They are now engaged living still living in Lima, but they're going to move out soon. Mercedes and Kurt became hugely successful designers, they both share a brand. Mercedes' boyfriend is a doctor and Kurt is trying to find "the one". They both live in Los Angeles. I don't know what happened to Matt, Mike or Brittany but I know Santana became a cheerleading coach. And then, there is Rachael. I haven't heard from her in a while. Last time I saw her, she was in the airport heading off to NYC. She got into NYU for musical theatre in hopes of getting into Broadway shows. In our senior year, she was basically my best friend. We'd hang out and go to movies and laugh. Nothing really went past the friends zone until we were at the airport. I did an idiot move and kissed her before she left. She had tears in her eyes as she walked into the gate. I don't regret what I did, but I call it idiot because when I kissed her, I fell in love with her. And that was the last time I was going to see her. Smooth Finn, I remember thinking.
I didn't hear from her after that. It's like she disappeared from the face of the earth. I check the cast listings of all the Broadway shows to see if her name would pop up, but it never did.
"Here, got you an apple martini." I looked at him and he laughed. "First drink and first strip club, all in one." Suddenly, music started blaring through the speakers. Whoops filled the air. The lights went down. The strippers came out. Most of them were creepers wearing too much eye make up. Most of them were beach blonde and had spray tans. Only one of the girls caught my eye. Shorter than some of them, wearing a really short black skirt. I could see her thong. She had tannish skin and dark hair. The way she moved, the way the short skirt bounced up and down, it was exactly like…
"Rachael" I breathed. "I thought you'd like to see her." I looked up. Puck was smiling at me. "Surprise!" I started in disbelief. "Rachael became a stripper?"
"Exotic dancer, Finn. Say exotic dancer." I shrugged. "Whatever."
I was in too much shock to say anything else. Rachael, stripper? It doesn't sound right. She came here for Broadway, not stripping. No, no, no. She would never do this. She's too smart. I looked at her again, trying to see if Puck was lying. Nope, it was definitely her. I could see her face now. Shit, she's coming over here.
"How did you know it was Rachael?" I stared at Puck, waiting.
"I was hanging hear after closing and she walked out. I confronted her and she told me not to tell anyone." Puck shrugged. "She knows I'm not trustworthy."
Finn shivered as Rachael got closer. She hasn't noticed me yet. She danced her way over, collecting tips on the way. "Dude, give her a tip. I'm getting some more drinks."
"What, no! Puck she'll-" but Puck already got up. I sighed. Maybe I should let her know I'm here. I pulled out a 20 from my pocket and waved it around. Rachael most probably saw the money but not me because of the lighting. She made her way over here. Slowly, she bent down to pick up the money. She finally looked at me. And fainted. I caught her.
A commotion started to happen. The bouncers came up to me and asked what happened. I ended up taking her to the hospital. The ride was a blur. Everything was a blur, until she woke up.
"Finn?" she croaked. "Explain."
