A big hello to everyone who clicked on this story and is giving it a chance. :D This is the first fic I've ever posted so please be kind.

This first chapter is pretty short, but it's basically just setting up Rachel's mindset and what she's thinking right now.

Hope you all enjoy! I also want to dedicate this story to our lovely Canadian drummer Cory Monteith. This one is for you, buddy :)

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She hated weddings.

Like really, really hated them. And not just because she was as single as a dollar bill. But she hated the stigma of being invited to the wedding. If you came with someone, you were fine and dandy. If you came alone, you were just a poor loser who couldn't get a date.

And Rachel Berry fell into the second category. Here she was, at her friends wedding after a year and a half of planning, and she was attending stag. The only reprive being that her other friend Sebastian was also going to stag, so she could helpless cling to him all night and avoid the creepy guys that were asking her to dance.

It was just her luck that only the creepy guys like her friends' coworker Jacob Ben-Israel would ask her dance. No normal guy ever wanted to ask her out. Sebastian once told her it was probably because they were threatened by such an independent woman. (Of course he also said it was because she was high maintenance and super dramatic. She hadn't talked to him for a whole week after that one).

Thankfully, the ceremony was over and all she had to do was sit, tucked in the back of the hall and avoid the advances of her friends' creepy family members. She and Sebastian had been drinking away all night, and she had to admit, it was making her feel a little better. Mostly because she was losing all her inhibitions and therefore the ability to give a shit about being single.

To make matters worse, she and Sebastian were the last two members of their little group that were single. Their friend Tina got married to Mike Chang years ago. Artie Abrams was still going strong with his girlfriend Kitty, and Quinn was with her husband Sam. And Quinn and Sam had been together since college.

Her best friend though, Finn, who couldn't possibly be considered in a relationship since he had a new one almost every week, still saw himself as "totally not single". She tried to calming explain to him that picking up women at bars and screwing them for a week wasn't a relationship. But whatever.

That left her and Sebastian alone since her other best friend Kurt, literally just got married to his longtime boyfriend Blaine, mere hours ago.

It was embarrassing really. She had been, after all, a pretty well known stage actress around New York. And she'd been single for god knows how long. Her last serious boyfriend was Jesse and he publicly dumped her after he got a part in a movie in L.A. He took off and never looked back.

Then her other serious boyfriend, Brody Weston, cheated on her with some floozy he met in the show he was choreography at the time. Suffice to say it hasn't ended pretty. Most of his stuff ended up on the sidewalk after she threw it all out the window in a true dramatic fashion.

That's how quite a lot of her relationships went. They all ended up abandoning her in some or another. It sucked to know that men found her confidence off putting. She certainly wasn't going to dumb herself down to please some asshole.

As for her current predicament, the reception guests had dwindled a bit after Kurt's parents Burt and Carole had left. So Kurt and Blaine were busy living in their own little world at their table, sneaking kisses and snuggles as they watched their party guests and just enjoyed eachothers' company.

She'd managed to sneak in some time with the two groom at the beginning of the reception but now they constantly had people coming up to their table to congratulate them or strike up some conversation about their plans now.

Which is how she ended up here, drunk as all hell and hanging off Sebastian as they danced to the quick beats of some techno song the DJ had on full blast.

She had yet to dance with anyone besides Sebastian and she wanted to keep it that way, she'd rather people think she was Sebastian's beard than some loner who couldn't find anyone to love her.

"Let's take a break! I'm thirsty!" Rachel shouted over the thumping beat, most of the parents and older folks having left a while ago while the younger crowd stayed to party the night away.

Sebastian nodded, pulling her out of the crowd and towards the open bar, where there were a few guys waiting at the counter, ready to serve whoever came by.

"Two vodka cranberries please." Rachel hiccuped as she climbed her way onto the stool and Sebastian leaned against it. There was a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead from dancing and he had his usual unpleasant smirk on his face that Rachel had become acostomed to over the years.

He sometimes acted like an ass and he was a little rude, but that's just how he was and Rachel wasn't going to be picky with her friends when they accepted her and dealt with all her drama crap.

"Hey, did you see that buff guy with the Mohawk talking to Kurt earlier? The one with the super sexy muscles?" Sebastian wiggled his eyebrows as he leaned against the bar of the counter.

Rachel shook her head. "I could barely see three feet ahead of me, let alone all over in the corner of the room. I had way too many tall people all around me. Why? Was he cute or something?" Rachel flicked her hair back, trying to cool her overheated neck.

"Oh absolutely hot. He sort of looked like one of this cocky bastards though. I'm not even sure if you could handle a guy like that, he looked like he'd be all about the sex. And we both know you're not that kind of girl." Sebastian smirked at her. "But it would still be pretty hot for you if you could get him in bed with you."

She crossed her arms over her chest, frowning with a sigh. "I don't think so. If he was that good looking, I'm sure he has a girlfriend. I don't even stand a chance, an upright girl like me. It'll send him running." She snorted.

Sebastian was silent for a moment like he was contemplating her answer.

"We need to do something about this, Rachel." Sebastian sighed, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

Rachel tilted her head to the side in confusion. "About what?"

He snorted. "About our predicament here. We're the only single people left. Sometimes I feel like we're the single people in New York for Christ's sake. I think we need to reinstate sausage Saturday." Sebastian said thoughtfully.

"Oh no. Absolutely not. I will not go to clubs and be groped by creepy biker women or douchebag college boys." Rachel shook her head adamantly, watching Sebastian pout.

Sausage Saturday had been a regular thing before Kurt met Blaine. The three of them would go to different clubs every other weekend (rotating between between regular night clubs and strictly gay clubs and troll for potential guys.

And while Rachel was, as Sebastian called it "strictly dickly", she still went to the gay clubs for moral support and to help weed out the potentially bad guys.

It was actually at high profile gay bar in Long Island where Kurt met Blaine. The latter was working at the bar to try and pay his way through school and while Rachel and Sebastian were fooling around and dancing goofily on the dancefloor, Kurt sat at the bar all night and talked to Blaine.

Then they started going on dates and he hung out with them less and less which caused some drama for a while. And sausage Saturday's had stopped after that because they didn't feel right going without their third musketeer. A duo just didn't seem as fun at the time.

"Cmon Rachel. It worked for Kurt! He met Blaine a year ago and now they're married! Don't you want that? You always talk about how you want to settle down with someone now, have kids. How are you supposed to do that without a man?" Sebastian insisted.

Rachel sighed. She knew he was right she just didn't like the thought of going back out there again. They'd done it for months and she got a total of three dates. All of which went absolutely no where.

But she really did want kids now. She'd now been living her dream of being on Broadway, all that was left was that gaping hole missing from her life; someone to love her.

Sure her dads and Kurt (and Sebastian even if he wouldn't admit it) all loved her dearly. And she wasn't the kind of woman who needed a man to make her happy. Because she was happy, very happy with how her life had turned out. But sometimes she just longed for someone special to hold her, to keep her bed warm at night and love her the way a woman should be loved.

With those thoughts in her head, she relented to Sebastian's pleading. "Alright. We can start doing our sausage Saturday's again. On one condition." She pointed her finger sternly at him as he put his hands up in mock defeat and nodded.

"We don't go to those trashy clubs where all anyone does is grind eachother and have sex in the bathroom stalls. If we're serious about this, we need to go someone to find quality men. Not men that just want to bang us is the bathroom and then leave."

Sebastian snorted as he nodded to the bartender and brought his vodka up to his lips. "Deal. But you have to promise to keep an open mind. Half the reason you didn't get many dates back then was because you were so damn picky about who to talk to."

She smacked his arm. "I resent that. I was merely trying to be self-sufficient and not waste my time on men that I had no interest in. Or waste their time for that matter." She picked up her own and scrunched her nose up a little at the strong taste. She usually had vodka cranberries, but the bitter taste of the alcohol still surprised her taste buds everytime.

"Rachel, sometimes you'd just look at them and say no. That's kind of harsh to judge someone based on their looks." He pointed out, smirking as she blew out her nose haughtily.

"You're making me sound like some shallow witch. Just because I don't like they way dress, doesn't mean I think they're ugly or something. It just means they're not my type." She glared at him.

"Alright, alright fine. But you've agreed now, you can't take it back. So don't try to back out of it next week." Sebastian quickly downed his drink and shuddered, shaking his head as the alcohol coursed through both of their veins.

"Scouts honour." She crossed her fingers and slammed her drink down on the counter. "Now let's go back out there and dance. I think the DJ's getting ready to pack up and I really want to get one more dance in." Rachel grabbed his hand and lugged him to the dancefloor where they bobbed their heads and jumped around in place to the music for a few more minutes.

As the song came to an end, Rachel noticed Kurt and Blaine make they're way to the stage where the microphone was still standing.

Blaine leaned over and tapped the mic, making sure it was on. "Hey everyone! I know you want to get back to dancing but we have something else to say. Now we hope you're all having a great time," He began, his words met with loud cheers and whoops, "But it's about time to wrap up this party because they need to clean up and stuff for another event tomorrow at this venue."

Kurt moved forward to add on something while Blaine stepped back a bit, their hands tightly intertwined at their sides.

"But we really, really want to thank you all for coming and for making this night so very special for us. It means the world that all you came out to support us and we love that you all had such a good time. We love every single one of you." Kurt smiled over at Blaine in adoration.

Blaine grinned back, pulling Kurt's hand up to his lips and kissing it softly. "Thanks for coming everyone! Don't forget to pick up your wedding favours on the way out, take one each. Have a great night!" Blaine called into the mic as the crowd cheered and clapped for the newlyweds and the pair themselves stepped down from the stage.

"Right, I bet they just want to go home and fuck. It has nothing to do with the crew needing to cleanup." Sebastian smirked as the crowd started clearing the floor and everyone moved to grab their coats and favours and head to their cars.

Rachel sighed. "I wish I had someone to go home to." Sebastian shrugged as they picked up their personalized namecards from their table and followed the large half crowd out the double doors.

"You'll find someone. I've made it my new mission to not only get us laid, but get us into relationships. We owe to ourselves to try hard for this. Aside from the occasion one-night stand, I haven't gotten an action lately and it's driving me nuts." He assured her, letting her hook her arm through his as they headed out to her car (Sebastian hated driving almost more than he hated public buses).

Rachel nodded but felt doubtful. She yet to find someone she could even see a glimpse of a future with. What made Sebastian think this time would be any different?

He yawned and unhooked their arms as they got to her little blue Prius. "What time are they leaving tomorrow? I hope to god it's not early because I'm feeling super tired."

They slid into their seats and got buckled before Rachel answered. "Their flight leaves at ten. So they want us their to see them off at nine-ish so they have time to go through security check and that fun stuff."

Tomorrow would mark the day Kurt and Blaine left for their honeymoon in Fiji, and they had asked them, and Blaine's best friend Sam to see them off. She was assuming Sam wife Quinn would be coming too but she wasn't sure.

"Oh thank god." Sebastain cuddled into the window.

It was a few minutes of silence in the car until Rachel spoke again. "Hey Sebastian?" She questioned before he could fully pass out on her and fall asleep.

"Hmm?" He mumbled, his face pressed against the cool window that was fogging up because of his warm breath blowing on it.

"Thanks for being my unofficial date to the wedding. I'm really glad I have someone who knows what it feels like to be single amongst of group of friends that all have someone special in their life." Rachel bit her lip.

She knew he was that fond of getting emotional or talking about feelings, but she just really needed to say it. It made things feel a lot less lonely and depressing when she remembered she always had Sebastian to lean on.

"It's no problem Rachel. You do the same thing for me. Us single bitches got to stick together." Sebastain chuckled, peeking at her with one eye as she giggled.

"Indeed we do, Sebastian. Indeed we do."

She'd just pulled out of her parking spot when Sebastian screeched for her to stop, making her panic and slam on the brake which sent them both jolting forward. Thankful she was one of the drivers that didn't buckle as they drove, she whipped her head over to look at Sebastian.

"What the hell was that for? You trying to make me crash?" Rachel snapped. Sebastian just pointed behind her towards her window.

"You almost rammed into that idiot."

Rachel turned around in confusion, only to be met with dorky, smirking face of none other than Finn Hudson.

She rolled down her window and glared at him. "So did you want to be roadkill tonight? Because if Sebastian hadn't seen you, I probably would have slammed into you."

Finn chuckled and reached into her car to pinch her cheek teasingly. "Maybe you should learn to look behind you before you start pulling out like a maniac, babyface Berry."

Rachel huffed. "I did. Then you ran right behind my car dumbass." Rachel retorted back, slapping his hand away.

He shrugged. "I need a ride back to our place." He tried opening the backseat door of her car to no avail since she'd habitually locked when she got into the car.

She smirked at him this time. "Why can't Leslie drive you? I thought you two were 'going strong' as you so adequately put it last time you mentioned her."

"Yeahhhh that's over." He smirked cockily. "We sorta banged in the coat room and then I broke up with her." Finn shrugged.

Sebastian cackled as Rachel shook her head. "You're such an ass, Finn. At a wedding? What did that poor girl ever do to you?" Rachel asked while Sebastian kept laughing.

"Seriously dude, that's cold even for you." Sebastian wiped his eyes, and peered over at him from the other side of Rachel.

"She said she loved me." Finn shuddered. "Now let me in, Rach." He begged, shivering as a cold breeze swept over them.

She sighed dramatically. "Alight fine. Since you're begging." She flicked the unlock button and rolled up her window as they waited for him to get in the car.

When the slamming of the door could be heard, she started pulling out again, carefully watching behind her as to not accidentally almost hit anymore else.

"So tell us, why is it so bad that she admitted her love for you." Rachel started, glancing at him through her rear view mirror.

Finn looked at her incredulously, like she should already know the answer. "Dude, we've been dating like, two weeks. No way in hell someone could possibly love another person that fast. She gotta be a little nutso in the head. Plus you know I don't do that love crap."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Well aren't you just a catch. I'm surprised you haven't slept with every woman in Seattle by now."

Finn just snorted. "You're just jealous that I have so many women coming at me while you're still watching the bachelorette on Saturday nights." He teased.

She knew he was joking, but she couldn't help the twinge of hurt his words caused. He didn't mean anything by it so she shook her head to rid herself of her self hatred thoughts.

They loved teasing eachother and had loved it since they were in elementary school. Back when they both lived in Oregon with their parents.

And now, twenty years later, they'd followed eachother to the other side of the country and back, stuck together like they never had with anyone in their lives.

When they graduated, he followed her to New York while she attended Juliard and then did some Broadway. First she did some off Broadway for a couple years and then had her chance to do a few real Broadway shows. She'd even gotten the Tony Award she'd been wanting so bad her entire life. And Finn and her dads had been there to cheer her on.

Finn went to NYU and got his general studies degree, which gave way to a bachelors in business tech which he then used to get a solid job at Apple Inc.

They'd been super happy living in their little two bedroom apartment together, following their dreams and dating as they pleased.

After ten years of being on the stage, Rachel decided to branch out and leave the stage. She was getting tired and didn't want to hurt herself from overworking her body. Not to mention the last show she ever did was Wicked and she'd played Elphaba, her dream role. She achieved all her Broadway dreams and was ready to start something new.

So when Finn got a job offer at Microsoft in Seattle, he took it and they moved together to Seattle so he could work at a company that would pay him even more than Apple did.

Which was how they ended up here and where they'd met Sebastian who was an EMT and still trying to pay his way through Med school.

"Shut up, jerk face." Rachel stopped at a light and reached back to slap his leg amidst his laughter.

Finn struggled to get away from her surprisingly thought hits. "Damn your tiny ass car." A couple more chuckles left his lips when she pulled her hand back as the light turned green again and she continued her drive to Sebastian's place.

She turned on some music then to drone out the silence, the soft tone of a new One Direction song playing through her speakers.

"Oh god, not this crap. Change it Rach." Finn grumbled from the backseat. It was a well known fact he pretty much hated all new music, only being a fan of a select few artists of this age.

It was pretty hard to pick a song when it was just them in the car, with them having completely opposite taste in music. It was really a wonder why they were inseparable when they were opposites in almost every way possible.

"No, I love this song. This is off their new album." Sebastian piped up from his spot where he'd been relatively quiet the whole time, watching them bicker like siblings.

Finn groaned, once again subjected to pop music and being outnumbered as usual.

They pulled up to Sebastian apartment building a few minutes later, waving goodbye and promising to text each other later.

When he slammed the door shut, Finn shuffled in the back and she craned her to neck to see what he was doing, coming face to face with his dark head of hair and then his butt as he crawled into the passenger seat, making her giggle.

"You could have just used the door you know. That's how a car works, the doors open." Rachel told him sarcastically as he buckled his seat.

He shrugged and leaned back as best as he could in her little car. It really was much too small for him, it was kind of adorable how gigantic he looked.

She yawned as she pulled back into the fairly quiet streets to take them back to their shared three bedroom apartment on the water. The rooms weren't huge, but it was a really nice place thanks to their combined rent payments.

"Tired?" He asked, he gazing at her with his head facing her. He leaned back so his head was against the rest and smiled as she nodded.

"Exhausted. But it was a great day. I got to watch one of my best friends get married to the man he loves. What could be a better way to spend my weekend?" Rachel smiled back.

To anyone else, her statement would seem very genuine, but Finn could sense a little bitterness and sadness in her tone. And she knew that.

"What's bothering you then? You looked sad all night." Finn prodded, reaching out to finger a piece of stray hair that had fallen from her otherwise tight knit bun.

"Were you watching me all night? Stalker." Rachel tried to play off her sadness. She knew it didn't work when Finn snorted.

Finn sighed when she was silent, refusing to even glance his way. "You think I can't tell when my best friend is sad? We've been friends for as long as I can remember. You can tell me."

Rachel shook her head, her eyes sticking to the road. "I don't want to talk about it, okay? Let's just get home so I can go to sleep. I have four lessons lined up tomorrow."

Finn nodded silently. "Okay. I won't push it anymore. You'll tell me later though, right? I hate seeing you so sad." Finn sighed as she swerved into their apartments' parking garage and made her way down to their designated spot, his big red truck in the spit right next to hers.

She shut off the ignition and got out the car, still not answering him.

"Rachel." He tried again, hopping out of the car and jogging over to her. She locked her and headed to the little room surrounded by windows where the entrance to their building was.

This time he ran ahead of her and grabbed her wrist, the simple touch making her huff. "What do you want?" She snapped. "I said I don't want to talk about it."

"Fine, I get that. But why are you acting so angry? Are you mad at me?" Finn slid his hands up her arms comfortingly. Her stomach curled at his sweet touch.

He was literally the only person she could never stay mad at. The one person who could always make her feel safe and be honest with.

"No I'm not mad at you, Finn. I'm just frustrated with everything right now. It has nothing to do with you." Rachel reached up and curled her fingers around the lapels of his suit jacket, leaning into his embrace.

He smiled affectionately and pulled her into his arms to hug her. "Good. Then tell me what's eatin you?" He bumped her cheek with his nose, making her giggle.

She sighed the kind of sigh that usually told the other person they were about to talk. "Let's go upstairs first. I want to get out of this damn dress and get some ice cream in me."

Finn laughed and pulled away, squeezing her hand as he grabbed it and led her up to the seventh floor where their apartment resided.

She allowed him to unlock it and shut the door behind them. "Go get your pjs on. I'll get the ice cream. Cheesecake sound good?" He started towards the kitchen as she stood in the middle of the living near the hallway.

She smiled at him, he really did know her too well. "Sounds good. I'll be right out." He nodded and she quickly ripped the dress off her. She now had another bridesmade dress to add to her collection and she couldn't decide if it made her sad or empty. Or maybe both.

When she was dressed in her cupcake pyjamas, her hair in a messy ponytail, and her face clean of all makeup, she made her way back out to Finn. She smiled at the sight of him already sitting on the couch with a carton of ice cream and two spoons, dressed in a gray sleeveless t-shirt and his blue pyjama pants.

"Cmon. There's a house hunters marathon on. I know how much you love this show." He held up the carton enticingly. "But first you need to tell what's wrong. That's the ticket to a late night full of ice cream, tv, and your snugly best friend."

Rachel giggled and slipped onto the couch next to him, nodding. "I know. I promised I'd tell you."

"I'm waiting." Finn chuckled, poking her side as he placed the carton and remote on the coffee table in front of them.

She breathed put heavily. "I guess I'm just feeling a little stuck. Career wise, I've been really lucky and successful. I mean, who gets to achieve their dreams before the even turn thirty? I got the Tony I've always dreamed of and dozens of other small awards. All for my talent as a singer and actress."

"So what's wrong?" Finn reached over and grabbed her hand to interlace their fingers and squeeze them.

"It's the other part of my life that's taken a backseat. I was so focused on my career I ended up neglecting my social life." She laughed humourlessly. "Now I'm almost thirty and I haven't got a boyfriend or anything close to one. I'm alone." He opened his mouth to protest but she placed a finger over his lips. "I mean in the relationship sense. I know I have you and I'm forever grateful for you. I just want that special someone. That person who tells you they love you, who actually means it and isn't just trying to get into my pants."

Finn smiled his lopsided smile, the one she was sure made all the ladies drop their panties immediately. She had been on the receiving end of that dimpled smile on many occasions and it always got him what he wanted. Much to Rachel's chargin.

He tilted her chin and sighed. "I feel it too. That feeling of time creeping up on you. But you have time Rachel. You're still really young and you're beautiful and I bet you as soon as you go out there to try and find someone, there'll be guys forming a line. And not just to get into your pants, but to romance you. That's just an inevitability for you Rach. Because everyone gets a chance at love. You just have to be patient. Maybe the gods of love up there figure we have to work hard first. And you have, so your time is coming. You what to know how I know that?"

"How?" She snuggled up into his side, hanging on to his every word.

"I know because I love you." He said it like it was the easiest thing in the world. He'd said it a million times, but this time it had special meaning behind it. "And you know I don't throw around the word often. I know how special you are, I know how easy it is to love you, it's only a matter of time."

Rachel felt tears glimmer in her eyes as he spoke, burying her face in his chest. "I love you too, Finn. Thank you. Thank you so much." She didn't know what else to say. His words made her feel so much better, so happy to know that someone thought so highly of her.

"Don't thank me Rach. You're my best friend, remember?" Finn pulled her head away from his chest and kissed her forehead.

She closed her eyes and snuggled back into his chest. "Where would I be without you, Finn Hudson?"

"Does that mean you feel better?" Finn asked hopefully.

She giggled again. "Much better. You know, for a guy who got a C+ in English junior year, you're pretty good with words."

"Well, I did get my grade up to a B by senior year." He rubbed her back. "Now, what do you say we drown out our single sorrows with some ice cream and house hunters?"

She grabbed the spoon he was holding out, dipping it into the ice cream. "You read my mind."

Armed with her best friend, she really did feel better. He was a good pep talker, and one look into those puppy eyes and she'd believe anything that came out of his mouth.

A new sense of hope bloomed in her chest as they watched tv. There must be someone out there for her, Finn was right. She just had to patient and wait for her time to come, wait for her chance at love.

Little did she know, that chance was sitting right next to her.


So there's a glimpse into Finchel's strangely romantic friendship and how Rachel is feeling right now. More Finchel goodness to come soon!

Review if you want more! If I can get 5 or more reviews, I'll post the next chapter ASAP! :P And the chapters will progressively get longer. :) This is just the starter.