authors note: just a reminder that i don't own glee or any of the characters and i also don't own the movie "something borrowed. peace and blessings.

Rachel couldn't even bare to look at her two friends, smooching and being all lovey-dovey in the corner. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in before heading her way to the bar and ordered another cocktail. She felt pathetic. It was her own birthday party and she was having a horrible time.

"Come on, babe. I know you want some of this."

Rachel's eyebrows rose in confusion and turned in her stool to find a guy with a terrible Mohawk hairstyle with a flirtatious smirk plastered on his face. He was grinding up next to a blonde haired girl whose face said it all. She kept pushing him away but he kept coming back for more. Rachel rolled her eyes and turned back to face the bartender who was making her drink. All she heard next was a loud slap and the girl's heels strutting off in the opposite direction. The unknown guy soon found his way to an empty stool next to her and his face hit the counter in embarrassment. She couldn't help but laugh slightly but she covered her mouth with her hand to avoid the guy from hearing or seeing her. He lifted his head and stared curiously at the girl beside him.

"What are you laughing at, Princess Schnoz?"

Rachel's mouth made an 'O' shape as she gasped in shock. "Excuse me? That's incredibly rude."

The guy shrugged and asked the bartender quite rudely, in fact for the most expensive beer there was. After receiving the glass full of expensive beer, he took a long sip and sighed.

"I'm pretty pathetic, aren't I?" The guy looked at Rachel innocently and wanted an answer.

"No, no. Of course you're not," lied Rachel. The tone of her voice became higher as she shook her head furiously.

"Whatever," said the man as he turned to face directly at Rachel. He held out his hand, obviously indicating a handshake.

"I'm Puck, and you are?"

Rachel reluctantly took his hand in hers and shook it rigorously. "I'm Rachel, Rachel Berry."

Puck held her hand to his lips and kissed it softly as she gazed at her longingly. Once he kissed her hand, Rachel cringed and tried to get out of his embrace.

"Charmed," murmured Puck as he gave a cheeky wink.

Rachel rolled her eyes and took another sip of her cocktail.

"Wait, I have no idea who you are, why are you even at my party?" Rachel asked, curiously.

"Calm down, Berry. I'm one of Finn and San's friends. I sort of just followed them here, I have nowhere else to be," said Puck as he took a long chug on his beer.

Puck looks over his shoulder and waves to someone who is apparently behind Rachel. She turned around to see Finn coming her way. Crap. She couldn't really deal with him right now.

Puck stood up and greeted his friend with a high-five, "Gigantor! How's it going?"

Finn nodded and grinned at Puck, "Nice to see you too, Puck. Y-yeah, I'm okay. I see you've met Rach." He beams in her direction and she couldn't help but feel weak in the knees.

"Yeah, she bores me. I'm going to find San, she's more fun," admitted Puck as he patted Finn hard on the back and began to move around on the dance floor, grinding every girl in the way of him finding Santana.

Finn gestures to Puck and scoffs, "I'm sorry about him, he can be annoying as hell sometimes. He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Rachel shook her head in rhythm to her shaking hands, "No, no. He's just... different from any guy I've ever met." She smiled at Finn as he chuckled softly at her tone of voice.

"You'll get used to him, I certainly did."

At that moment, Santana found her way to her two friends and she draped her arms over Finn and Rachel's shoulders and nuzzled her face into their cheeks.

"Come with me, Rachy. I have something for you."

She held her hand out to Rachel and she grabbed onto it and she literally was pulled across the dance floor by her drunk friend who was now on stage grasping onto the microphone and tapping it so it created a high pitched sound and made everyone mute and silent so they all had Santana's attention.

"Excuse me? Hello? Listen up. I'm here to make a speech for the birthday girl." She pointed to her friend in front of her and Rachel turned red out of embarrassment.

"I've known Rachel for several years now, and she is one of the most important people in my life. We spend every single minute together, and when she's not around, I feel empty inside."

Santana then gestures to a black screen beside her and suddenly, a very old picture of the two of them shows up and the room bursts with laughter. Rachel hides her face out of embarrassment as she sees the young best friends.

"We were inseparable. We basically changed each other, you know. She saved me from becoming a horrible bitch to everyone and she helped me try and be nicer to everyone."

Sam scoffs rudely out loud and begins to laugh controllably. Santana points to him and gives him an evil glare.

"You're this close to me hurting you, Guppy Face. Shut it, I'm trying to be meaningful here."

The room bursts with laughter again and Sam flips Santana off. The evil glare plastered on Santana's face does not change until she looks back at Rachel. Her face turns soft and she grins sympathetically.

"You are my best friend is the understatement of the century. You're the sister I never had. You're the mother I often need, and the reason why I can't stumble so furiously into adventures, because she's always there, she is a-always there."

Rachel could feel the tears well up in her eyes, so she used her sleeve to wipe her cheeks feverishly.

"Rachel, I love you. Because she went to NYADA and met my future husband, Finnocence."

Santana pointed to Finn who was leaning against the counter of the bar and she blew him a kiss.

"Seriously. Rachel, I really do love you, you mean e-everything to me," sobbed Santana as shut her eyes and then she slowly opened them. They were full of tears.

"C-come and give me a hug, R-Rachy," said Santana as she held her arms out and Rachel ran into them and just laughed.

They held each other tightly until they went blue in the face and fell on the floor, giggling. Just like they did when they were six.

"I love you too, San," whispered Rachel into her friend's ear.


It was a long night and Rachel was exhausted. Yes, she had loved Santana's party but she was going to regret this in the morning. Thank god for Sam though. He stayed with her until everyone left the party.

"Why do you even bother staying with me, Sam? You could have been home hours ago," said Rachel.

"Aren't I allowed to stay with my friend and keep her company? I wouldn't want you to be by yourself," admitted Sam shyly.

"Santana and Finn are still here, I'll been fine. Now, go home."

Rachel tried to hail a cab but failed miserably as Sam laughed at her and tried to do it himself.

"See, you suck at it as well," laughed Rachel until her face fell at the sight of an upcoming taxi pulling up beside Sam.

He smirked at her and she pushed him away playfully. Sam laughed and draped his arm around her quickly until Rachel pulled away and pushed him to the cab.

Sam opened the door then held it with his hand so it wouldn't close. "Are we still getting lunch tomorrow?"

Rachel simply nodded and playfully pushed him into the taxi. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll call you. Bye, Sam."

Before he could say anything, Rachel had already closed the door and waved the taxi off, with a cheeky smirk plastered on her face.

"Puckerman is a player, Finny. Just admit it, he is. He tried to get into Rachel's pants," said a familiar voice from behind her. It was a drunk Santana who had draped herself over Finn awkwardly.

"I believe you, Santana, okay?" Finn replied. His face changed into a wide grin at the sight of Rachel and Rachel returned the smile.

"Hey, Rachel. Look, we have to head off. Santana's losing it," muttered Finn under his breath.

Rachel laughed silently and nodded seriously. "It's fine, Finn. Just take her home."

Finn grinned at her and hailed a taxi, with Santana still attached to him.

"Rach?" whispered Santana. "I love you, okay?"

Rachel removed a lone strand of Santana's hair away from her face and smiled. "I love you too, San."

A bright, yellow taxi pulled up right in front of the three friends and Finn tried to open the car door but was having trouble, thanks to Santana. Rachel had to escape Santana's grasp and open the door for me.

"Thanks, Rach," mumbled Finn as he tried to help Santana into the car.

"I r-really do l-love you, R-Rachy," sobbed Santana. She is what you would call a "weepy, hysterical drunk" so she would start to cry over the most simple things. One time, she had a tear fest in the middle of the dance floor because Rachel left to go to the bathroom.

"I know you do, Santana but you need to come home. I'll see you tomorrow," said Rachel quietly.

Santana nodded sadly and got into the cab with Finn trailing behind her. The taxi was about to head off when suddenly, the door swung open and Finn hobbled out, with an unhappy expression on his face and Rachel could hear Santana weeping hysterically. Finn told the taxi driver the address of their apartment and shut the door forcefully and waved the cab off.

"What's going on?" Rachel asked, curiously.

"Santana has lost her Chanel bag, I told her I'd go find it and I wanted her to go home so there I am," said Finn sadly.

Rachel gasped at the thought of someone stealing Santana's Chanel bag and she started to panic, "She's lost it? It's worth 1,000 dollars. Finn, we have to find it."

Finn placed his hand on her shoulder to calm her down, "Rachel, it's okay. I bet it's still inside."


Finn and Rachel were frantically searching the club for Santana's Chanel bag and they both did not want to do this at one o' clock in the morning. Rachel was on her knees, crawling under tables to try and find it. Eventually, she did. You couldn't miss it. Her bright, white fabric caught Rachel's attention.

"Finn! Look, I foun-," Rachel's head hit the edge of the table and she stood up slowly, rubbing her sore head soothingly. Finn glanced over and her and smiled widely, taking the handbag from her.

"Thanks, Rach, for your help. Come on, I'll get you a drink," insisted Finn.

"No, Finn, it's okay. It's late and we both have work in the morning.."

"I won't take no for an answer, I'm afraid," said Finn as Rachel reluctantly followed him down the road to a dive bar that surprised Rachel because of how late it was open.


Rachel sat awkwardly on a stool as Finn ordered two beers at the bar which was about a few feet away. Finn insisted on buying them for her after a long period on persuading Rachel to let him do so. Rachel couldn't help but notice a beautiful, brunette girl checking Finn out from behind. Rachel scoffed, disgusted. Lucky enough, Finn caught her and whispered something to her which made her face go red with either rage or embarrassment as she stood up, handbag in tow and walked out of the bar.

Finn laughed all the way back to their seats, clasping two bottles of beer in each hand.

"What did she want?" Rachel asked, still glaring at the girl walking out of the bar.

"My number, probably. I told her I wasn't interested, and that I was sort of engaged."

Rachel snickered, "Oh, so that's why her face went red. Nice one, Hudson."

Finn laughed at her, proud of his accomplishment. They both took a sip of their beers and Rachel couldn't help but remember when they first met. Everything was so comfortable and relaxing now, and funny enough, it was quite comfortable back then too.


Rachel eagerly walked into Musical Orientation on her first day at New York School of Dramatic Arts, full of excitement and joy. She was over the moon that she got into one of the most prestigious music schools in New York. She sat right in the middle of the lecture theatre, watching each student pile into the room.

Rachel was always one for punctual attendance. Soon enough, the whole room was full of freshman students, waiting for their professor to turn up and start the lesson. The seat next to Rachel was the last one to be filled. He past Rachel and she could recognise the strange smell of Drakkar Noir sweep past her like the cool New York breeze. She closed her eyes to surround herself in the somewhat entrancing smell and she turned to face the person beside her. Wow, he was quite attractive. He wore a flannel shirt with a grey T-Shirt underneath, which was accompanied with a dark blue pair of jeans. He had a slight visible stubble around his chin and near his lips. His light brown hair was spiked up with a little gel and his brown eyes were mesmerising. He turned to face Rachel and he shot her a dopey looking smile which made Rachel weak in the knees.

He turned back to find the professor had come through the door and started today's lecture. Rachel immediately dove into her bag and pulled out her bedazzled pencil case and placed four pens before her. She fixed them to be parallel with each other on her desk. She then took out her stack of books she needed for that lesson and slammed them onto her desk, earning a slight chuckle from the man sitting next to her. Rachel raised an eyebrow at the lack of supplies on his desk. He had one notebook and one pen which he was busy drumming a quiet tune on the edge of his desk. He shrugged at her and looked back to the lecturing professor. Rachel chose to ignore the irritating sound of his impromptu music session and opened her notebook. She moved the textbook from below it and she accidentally knocked her pens off her desk. She exasperated and folded her arms, out of anger. Then a hand leant over and placed a pen on her desk. Rachel removed a strand of her hair out of her place from her small anger fit to reveal the boy grinning at her, offering her his pen. Rachel shook her head, declining his offer.

"I don't take no for an answer," he whispered, with a smirk on his face.

Rachel felt herself blush furiously as she took the pen from his hand and began to write down notes and then it hit her, "How are you going to take notes?"

He shrugged, "I'll just listen."

Rachel beamed at the anonymous boy beside her. "I owe you."

"Yeah, you do."


"Rachel? Rach? You okay?"

Rachel shook her head furiously, entering reality again only to see Finn's confused face right in front of her. She placed her fingers on her temples and massaged them peacefully.

"Yeah, I'm okay, just thinking about when we met."

Finn's grin was unforgettable, he was truly smiling out from ear to ear. "You still owe me, remember?"

Rachel let out an incredibly loud chuckle and quickly covered her wide mouth with her hand, her face immediately turning crimson. She nodded shyly, earning a dopey smile from Finn.

"Now, I remember why I had such a crush on you then," blurted Rachel.

There was an awkward period of silence until Rachel saw the confused look plastered on Finn's face and finally realized what she had said and her hand yet again found its way to her mouth.

"What?" asked Finn curiously.

"I though you knew, it was blatantly obvious, well, at least I thought it was," stated Rachel with a fake smile on her face, hiding the fact that she was so upset inside.

"I had no idea, like, at all," mumbled Finn, his hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes seem to be wandering around the room, desperately trying not to make contact with hers.

Why did Rachel have to have a big mouth?

She stumbled her way into the yellow taxi parked right outside the dive bar, and tried to make sure that she was pressed right up against the door, avoiding Finn's desirable gaze. Her eyes instead looked out to the dissatisfying view of New York in the wee hours. She heard the door close ever so gently and Finn's soft yet rugged voice tells the driver where they are heading. His voice is so mesmerising to her, especially when he sings. He doesn't sing often, but occasionally he'll hum a tune to a familiar song and her heart would swell a few sizes.

But that is the last time she would hear him speak, because the taxi ride was full of a stubborn silence and all Rachel could do was just sit there and wait anxiously for him to say something first, but the wait seemed endless.

"I'm sorry," murmured Rachel as her gaze turned to Finn. His expression appeared confused as his head was slightly tilted as he raised an eyebrow.

Rachel sighed and repeated her apologetic words, "I'm so sorry, Finn."

Finn began to lean forward and he looked deeply into Rachel's eyes and cupped her cheek with his rough hand, stroking it softly. "Please don't apologize."

Rachel nodded slowly and looked down and began to fiddle with the hem of her blouse unknowingly. Finn used the hand that was just a few seconds ago placed on her cheek to tilt her chin to look him right in the eyes. Rachel had become so overcome with the love she had for the very man sitting before her that she thought was long gone, but it was all coming back to her now. Before she could react, Finn's lips had made contact with her own. She wrapped her arm around his neck as she responded to the kiss and Finn's arm had managed to envelope around her waist. He had gently pushed her against the taxi door since their impromptu make out session become more erotic and passionate.

It was so wrong but it seemed so right.


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