A/N: As you may have noticed, I suck at summaries. While this is a Finn/Brittany story, I still haven't decided which direction to go with their relationship yet so it might be only friendship, maybe more. Either way, romantically, it's technically a Brittana/Finchel story, (possibly with a bit of St. Berry and Fuinn in the future) I hope you like it :)


Part one

'Finn… Finn!' He woke up to the sound of his own name, his head pounding and eyes blurry and a strange warmth next to him. As his eyes focused, he became aware of the messy blonde hair in front of him half covering a face only leaving the bright blue eyes staring back at him fully visible. Then he realised whose bright blue eyes they were.

"Brit! What the hell are you-" his eyes drifted down "Holy crap we're naked." He said, strangely more embarrassed than surprised.

"Yeah," she replied obviously feeling the same self-consciousness, "Do you think we-" her eyes widened, "Oh my God!"

"What?"

"You're still… You're still in me…"

As soon as the words registered in his mind he became aware of the same thing and was amazed neither of them had realised earlier, he blushed, becoming even more self-conscious. They shifted to free themselves and began searching for their clothes. 10 minutes passed in almost complete silence as they took turns to get dressed to give each other privacy.

"I'm done," Finn said pulling on his last shoe, "Do you remember what happened? I think I drank a lot last night."

"Me too, it's all a blank," she said as she turned to face him.

"Fuck, what are we gunna do, I'm still with Rachel right? I can't even remember anymore,"

"I think so, that's you and her in that picture, and I'm still with San, at least I still have our picture on my phone,"

"Fuck,"

"Yeah…" They both stood in silence for what seemed like hours.

"We gotta keep this a secret," Finn said finally, breaking the silence, "And make sure it never happens again, we can't let one drunken accident ruin everything," He suddenly put his hand on her shoulder, frightening her slightly, "Not that you're an accident, Brittany, it's just like… Well you're cool, I like you, you're awesome, but you know, Rachel, Santana,"

"I know what you mean, I like you too Finn, you're awesome, but it was an accident, pinkie promise not to tell," As he did so, she felt an awful stab of guilt threatening to tear right through her when she realised she not only cheated on Santana, she linked pinkies with the guy too, cherry on top of the worst girlfriend ever award.

"What time is it?" he asked her, taking her from her thoughts. She checked her phone.

"It's 5.30 in the morning,"

"Good, everyone will be asleep, I'll walk you outside, or like home, or whatever," they walked downstairs making sure they made as little noise as possible and as they got to the front door Brittany stopped him.

"Don't walk me home, Rory might be awake, plus I'm only a few blocks away remember, it won't be far. Besides, you look like you could do with more sleep, you can barely stand" He smiled realising she was right, if they had been partying all night and got up this early he had probably only had one or two hours sleep.

"I'll go to bed then, you though, you look like you've just been in make-up for 4 hours or something, I thought that whole beautiful girls waking up beautiful was supposed to be just in TV shows."

She beamed at him, "Thanks for saying I'm beautiful" she said before kissing him on the cheek and walking to the end of the drive. But she turned to him just as he was about to close the door, "Remember. Secrets okay."

She walked down the road looking much more deflated than her usual bouncy self. Finn closed the door and walked up to bed to get some sleep.


Sleep didn't come. He was too angry, angry with himself and ashamed of what he did. 'How could I do this?' He was only just fixing things with Santana, only finally becoming her friend, he did everything he could think of to help her with coming out, after all, it was partly his fault. Then he fucks her girlfriend.

"You're a fucking idiot, Finn!" he shouted to himself.

"Err, Finn, are you okay?" Kurt's voice came from outside his bedroom door.

"Oh, erm yeah, I'm fine."

"Is it girl troubles?" He asked, opening the door and poking his head through the doorway,

"You could say that," Finn replied having to suppress a groan.

"I could talk to Rachel for you if you like," Kurt offered, helpfully. At the mention of her name though guilt flashed through him and sickness built up in his stomach.

"No, it's fine, I can fix this myself," he lied, "Thanks though."

As Kurt left the room Finns thoughts refused to stray from Rachel, they were finally happy, after Christmas things seemed almost perfect, how could things have changed so quickly? 'Why did I even drink that much in the first place?' he asked himself. However as soon as the thought had swept through his mind memories of last night came rushing to the forefront of his mind.


Rachel opened the door of her house inviting him in with a kiss, "I'll be ready in a minute, just go wait upstairs I need to finish doing the dishes and then I'll change into my dress for tonight. You look very handsome Finn." He smiled at her and said thanks before returning her compliment and climbing the stairs to her room.

As he entered, his eyes focused on the still running laptop she had left open on her bed and he decided to check Facebook while he waited. As he sat down though he saw something that made his heart drop. An Email.

'Dear Jesse,

I miss you too; I wish you would come back. Maybe you could coach Vocal Adrenaline; I heard they fired their old coach. It feels like too long since I have seen you, as for your question, I'm sorry, things are great with Finn and I don't want to ruin that. But you were right about one thing, I do still love you.'

Finn felt a sharp pain in his chest as his brain slowly registered those 5 little words.

'It's confusing Jesse, I hope you can accept just being friends, I want it to work with Finn, but I promise if anything ever goes wrong, you will always be the one I run too. I know it makes you sound like a back-up plan, but I swear that isn't true. It's complicated. Best wishes and all my love,

-Rachel xxxxx'

Finn stared at the second half of her email. "I'll show you things 'going wrong'," he muttered angrily.

They arrived at the Party half an hour later. Finn was angry, really angry. He barely spoke to her and decided to keep his distance once they arrived but she barely noticed; she seemed too excited about the night ahead. While she greeted other people at the busy house party he found some alcohol, vodka. 'Perfect,' he thought to himself. All he wanted was to drink until he couldn't remember the email, or jesse, or even his own name.


The walk home was cold but it passed by quicker than she expected and before she knew it she was on her bed, crying like a baby.

"I'm so stupid," she sobbed, rocking back and forth in the foetal position. At least two hours passed before her tears started to subside and she got up and looked in the mirror. She looked a mess, ugly.

"How could Finn call me beautiful when I look like this."

Her phone buzzed and Santana's name appeared on the screen.

- Baby, where did you go last night, I was worried. S x

What was she supposed to say?

- Finn, what r we supposed to tell ppl. S just asked wer I was last nite. B x

- Tell them we went 2 get more drink. We got lost decided 2 sleep where we were coz we were drunk. Then we woke up in my back yard. I think it sounds dumb enough for people 2 believe it was true with us being drunk. Finn.

She did as she was told and explained it to Santana. The lie felt awful, but the truth would be worse.

- only you + Finn could end up doing something like that. I'm sorry about our argument baby, I love you. S x

- I luv u 2. B x

'What argument?' she thought to herself. Then she suddenly remembered what had happened the night before.


"Hey babes, do you want to go to a party tomorrow night?" Santana asked her, stroking Brittany's hair. She sat behind her, he legs wrapped around Brittany's torso holding her close.

"I can't, I'm going to the movies with Artie." She replied, finishing off the drawing of the mouse she had been doodling on Santana's leg with a biro.

Santana went rigid before letting go of Brittany and climbing off the bed.

"What's wrong?" She asked, getting up. She walked over to her beginning to wrap her arms around Santana, but she was pushed backwards.

"Why are you with him? Why are you picking him over me?" Santana asked obviously upset.

"I'm not! I swear, I just promised him I'd go, I've seen you almost every other night this week, what's the problem?"

"He's the problem!" She shouted, making Brittany step back slightly. "You still love him, don't you?"

Brittany was hurt, and her eyes began to water. "Of course not, I love you, we're only friends…" she said meekly, her head bowed to try and hide her tears.

"Sure. Whatever," Santana replied.

"What do you think I'm gunna do? Just jump him halfway through the movie?" Brittany shouted back, becoming angry at Santana's lack of trust. "Do you really expect me to cheat on you?" she asked, daring Santana to respond

"It wouldn't be the first time you've cheated on someone," she responded. Brittany's tears began to fall and anger and hurt mixed around in her like a violent storm.

"Fine!" she shouted, "if you really feel that way, I'll cancel, I'd rather have you than friends." Santana softened.

"I'm sorry-"

"Save it!" She put her hands up to stop Santana moving closer to her, "I'm going home, see you at your stupid party!" and with that she ran, out the bedroom, out the front door, all the way home.

Brittany arrived at the party without Santana, but as she walked into the living room she saw her sitting in a circle. She was just about to say hi when she realised why. The bottle stopped pointing directly at Santana and she smirked, leaning forward she locked lips with Sugar and wrapped her hand around the back of Sugars head grabbing her hair. The kiss seemed to be a long one, too long to be just part of the game. Brittany turned on her heels and searched for the alcohol, she picked up a drink someone had left by the sofa and downed it in one. She just needed to forget.


- I think I no why I was so drunk. B x

- Me too, What was wrong? Finn.

- Me and Santana had a fight, what about u? B x

- I saw something I shouldn't have on Rachels computer. Finn.

- What was it? B x

- She emailed Jesse saying she still loved him. Finn.

- That's awful. B x

Finn wanted to explain more, but that wasn't something he was ready to get into.

- What did you and Santana Argue about? Finn.

- It's not important. B x

- Well I'm here if you need me.

- Thanx Finn. Ur a good friend. B x

- You 2. Finn.

- Lets just make sure we keep it just that. B x

- Of course. I'm going back 2 sleep. Talk later. Finn.


A/N: I just wanted to add a quick apology to people who are fans of the whole Sugar is the Brittana baby thing. So like, yeah, sorry for her making out with her mom :P I hope you could just put that out of your head while you read it.