Something Borrowed-Part 1

AN: So I was watching this movie the other day and though this would be a great excuse to try my hand at AU St Hudberry fanfiction. If you haven't watched this flick yet, go watch or read the book. Anyhow, Quinn is Darcy, Finn is Dex, Jesse is Ethan, Rachel is Rachel, Brittany is Claire and Mark is Puck. Enjoy!

P.S. I will not accept any flames, constructive criticism sure but saying it sucks etc is not cool.

She can't believe she's 30 today. Where did her 20s go? Where did her life ago? She packs up her desk and heads out of the office into the bright lights of the NYC night. Quinn just texted her to let her know they're meeting at the Crimson bar to find two very intimidating bulky security guards at the door.

'It's a private party', the deep voiced man utters.

'It's okay, they're expecting me', she says perky.

The door open and the crowd erupts in happy birthday chants as she covers her face sheepishly, Quinn running to her side to hug her.

'You guys!'

'Were you surprised?'

She forces a smile and nods happily. Quinn squeals to put the ruffled shawl around her excitedly.

She ushers herself into the bathroom to get changed to slip on her fitting party gown to find someone intruding into the room.

'Jesse!' She fights him off.

'Wow, you're freaking strong', he pats his bruised arm.

'What are you doing here?' she shrieks.

Quinn commands everyone's attention. 'Announcement to make!'

Jesse comes by her side as she stares at her best friend stealing the spotlight again.

'So I'm getting married in 50 days to this lovely man' she point to Finn as Rachel looks on longingly.

'Finn, honey I have a secret. You see Rachel and I are soul mates. We shared everything together and she is the sister I never had. So be wary of your competition' she says playfully as Rachel looks on misty eyed. 'I love you, Rachel. Happy 30th!'

The party resumes with bodies dancing to the music and Finn approaches her.

He smiles at her as she looks on, taking a deep breath.

'That was nice.' He whispers.

'Huh?'

'Pretending to be surprised, you're not that great an actress', he quips chuckling as she mocks offence.

'Don't tell her. She went through all this trouble to throw the party and-'

'Secret's safe with me', he winks and she melts a little.

Jesse is soon leading her to the dance floor. 'Keep her away from me', he pleads.

'Who?'

'Brittany, she's stalking me.'

Rachel laughs as he holds on her waist, hiding like a child. 'That what happens when you sleep with people you don't love' she quips and he smacks her arm, kissing her temple.

'Shush.'

They're at the bar getting drinks as Brittany eyes Jesse with a wanting gaze. Geez, talk about coming on too strong.

Finn nods at her as she orders herself a martini. Before he can speak, someone comes between them.

'Woohoohoo, now aren't you gonna introduce me to the birthday girl?' the bald man asks crassly, wiggling his eyebrows at her flirtatiously.

Finn clears his throat, standing tall. 'Rach, this is Puck, an old friend of mine whose moved into town. Puck, Rach.'

Puck takes a swig of his beer. 'You know the pleasure to please increases as you grow older.' He gazes at her. She gets uncomfortable under his gaze and she cringes a little. What is wrong with this guy? He's totally gross!

The crowd becomes rowdy and soon enough Rachel and Jesse are left alone in the room as Finn leaves the party with a drunken Quinn on his arm.

Jesse puts his arms around Rachel. 'You have fun?'

She smiles bittersweet. 'I'm an old maid'.

'Rachel!'

The cab rears it way to the sideway and Jesse flags it down. Just as the door open, they find a familiar face return to the scene.

'Finn!'

'Quinn forgot her purse.'

Jesse edges into the cab, patting the seat for her to come in. 'Come on, let's go!'

Rachel tilts her head. 'It's her new Chanel. It's like $2000 purse. We have to find it.' She slouches her shoulders and Jesse rolls his eyes.

'Not the new Chanel', he mocks gasps. 'Come on, it's your night.'

'I'm sorry, you go, I'll see you later.'

The cab driver honks as if to signal he's getting impatient.

'You assholes going or what?' The New York driver spits.

Jesse turns to close the door, waving her off. 'You need a hug buddy.'

Finn and Rachel make their way back to the hall, Finn crouching on the floor as Rachel follows to look for the missing item.

She feels under the leather couch to find the metal chains dangling from the white cushioned purse.

'Found it!' She screams.

Finn gets up. 'That's great,' he takes the purse of her as she bends up to stand up, hitting her head on the table.

'Ouch!'

Finn looks at her with concern. 'You okay?'

She nods, feeling the bruise on her temple as he pulls her up, looking at her adoringly.

'So how is the birthday girl? We haven't spoken in a while.'

She swallows as he places his hands on her waist, leading her onto the street with the purse on his arm.

'You like the party?'

She's staring into space when his soothing voice awakes her.

'Yeah, great. It was great.'

He looks back at her with doubt in his eyes.

'What? It was fun.' She smiles.

He flags his arm down, no taxis in sight in this dark night.

'Come on, let's get another drink.'

'No, no it's ok. I'm good.'

He pulls her arm leading them to the closest Irish bar on the Broadway precinct.

'I insist. I want to. It'll be a chance for us to catch up since it feels like we just drifted after law school.'

She looks at him with hooded eyes, smiling a little as he holds her hands, leading her to the corner table as this attractive blonde tanned woman eyes him, looking at her with disdain.

He goes to the bar to get their beers completely oblivious to the woman eyeing him.

She giggles a little as he sits down passing her drink.

'What's so funny?'

'You really don't notice the way women look at you.'

He chuckles and turns the way she is looking at the bar.

'Hey, lady. You're making my girlfriend really uncomfortable right now.'

She always spits out the drink from the bottle she's just sipped.

'Finn!'

She giggles as he winks back at her.

She wiggles in her chair as he smiles smouldering back at her.

'Now I know why I had such a huge crush on you in law school.'

He looks up from his drink; an awkward silence ensues as he looks at her intensely.

She shakes it off, changing the subject.

'What would you do? If you could do anything? What would you do?' She points the bottle in his direction, a tad tipsy.

He chuckles. 'A rock star.'

'No, come on. Tell me.'

His smile fades as he looks at her with intense warm brown orbs.

'I would teach', he says softly.

She creases her eyebrows. 'Yeah, I would start with high school then maybe coach the football team.'

She smiles, tilting her head. He smiles back. 'And you?'

'I er...I always wanted to do Broadway,' she looks down shyly.

'I was in the choir in school and I won the national singing competition but I guess...it was just a silly little dream you know. I was also on the debate team and a kick ass debater so I decided law was more solid, you know? Plus, my father's thought it was unrealistic so I followed their footsteps in the ACLU.'

They share an intense gaze, their brown orbs meeting as if they're looking into their souls. Her knees feel weak and he takes her hand across the table.

'Let's go.'

The cab honks by the street as he intertwines his fingers with hers, sending shivers down her spine from the touch.

The cab stops in front of them and they get in, him following after her.

The ride is silent for minutes until he asks the question she's been dreading.

'Why didn't you ever tell me how you felt?'

She shakes her head, her bangs hitting her eyes as he looks back at her with intensity.

'I'm sorry' she closes her eyes. 'I shouldn't have said anything...'

Soon he's cupping her face and closing the gap between them by covering her lips with his own in a furious kiss as she moans, kissing him back as his hands fall to her thigh under her dress to feel the skin there, circling the patch of her thigh.

The cab driver clears his throat and let's them out on the first stop to her apartment.

He brushes himself against her as she fumbles with the keys against the lock, turning her around by the waist as she fall against the door ajar, hitting the hard wooden surface against her back as she feels his erection hit her clothed spot as he runs his arms over her bare shoulders, kissing her mouth, her jaw, her face as she grips onto his neck, pulling him closer.

He pushes her against the wall as she feels the skin under his shirt, massaging his toned abs as he groans against her mouth, his teeth digging into her lips.

His fingers run through her mahogany lock of hair. Soon he's jerking his shirt off as she grazes the muscled of his stomach, kissing her neck and cupping her ass as she swings it over his waist as he pulls her up and onto the bed in sight.

He unzips her dress to find her completely topless, cupping her breasts then bringing it to his hungry mouth as she moans against his lips on her skin.

'Finn...'

He looks at her with the same longing look she's been darting at him for 6 years now.

His lips meet her bruised red lips, her hair mussed against the pillows as he kneels up to unzip his trousers and take them off as she spreads her legs against his erection.

He gulps at the sight of her and she shies away under his gaze.

'So beautiful, he croaks.

Soon they're joined at the hips, him insider her as she rolls her hips, holding onto his shoulders and clawing at his back as he thrusts into her. The friction from his skin on hers makes her body warm and she bites onto his shoulders as continues the tryst.

He kisses her temple as he collapses on top of her and pulls her against his chest as they drift away.

She should feel guilty, she thinks as her eyelids shut closed. But she doesn't, she feels content, more than she has in a long time and what they did feels right as she watches his snore next to her, closing her eyes as a tear rolls off her cheeks, dreaming.