Wow, I just want to thank everyone for their reviews, favorites, follows, etc. The response to this story so far is more than I ever expected. I hope it doesn't disappoint. Here's chapter two! Enjoy!
"So where do you wanna go for our first date?" he emphasized the last words, trying to make this whole thing more realistic.
"I thought this was a business dinner?" Rachel cocked her eyebrow at him.
"Can't it be both? If we're going to fake date, shouldn't we have a fake first date?"
Rachel crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not exactly dressed for anything fancy."
"Doesn't matter. We can go wherever you want."
"Doubtful."
"Try me," he challenged.
A half an hour later they found themselves at Sardi's.
"How did you manage to waltz us right in here?" Rachel queried, resting her chin in her hand. "Usually you need a reservation or a wait."
"I've got connections."
"Oh God, Hudson's isn't a cover for the mafia is it? Are you some kind of Tony Soprano?"
Finn let out a hearty laugh and took a sip of his water. "One, I'm not even Italian, and two, if I was really in the mafia, do you think I'd tell you?"
"There's always the Irish mafia."
A grin stretched his face. "I'm not in the mafia. If you want the truth, my dad is Burt Hummel."
"The Congressman?" Finn nodded. "Did you change your last name or something?"
"Uh, no, no. Burt is my step-dad. My dad died when I was a baby, mom remarried when I was sixteen. She was a nurse who took care of Burt when he was at Lenox Hill after suffering a heart attack and once he came out of the coma they really hit it off. Back then he just owned his multimillion dollar tire shop chain. Then he got involved in politics because of my step-brother Kurt and ran for Congress. Life's been fairly good to us since my mom married Burt."
"So now you name drop and get in without reservations?"
"Only when I'm trying to impress pretty girls." He winked at her.
Rachel's cheeks pinked and she took a sip of water. "Basically every night then."
"Not every night. Most people don't know I'm Congressman Hummel's step-son. I tend to stay out of the political spotlight he ends up in sometimes. I just want to take care of my restaurant and live as normal a life as I can. Politics is not my thing."
Their waiter arrived and took their order, ending their conversation about Finn's pedigree and thrusting them into one about the upcoming wedding.
"Well Finn, I think it's time we get to the business portion of this little date. If we're going to make this real we need to have a solid story."
"Agreed. How do you think we should play this?"
"As truthfully as possible. The devil really is in the details and the truer they are the easier it will be for us to fake our way through this. I think we should stick with how we really met. Puck hired me as a bartender at your restaurant and over time we bonded and then you asked me out. I initially declined as you are my boss but our chemistry was too much for us to deny so we began a quiet relationship. Even the people at work never suspected because we didn't want anyone to think I was receiving special treatment. Speaking of people at work…will Puckerman or any other coworkers be in attendance?"
"Puck is taking Quinn and the kids to Disney World this weekend so he won't be in town. No one else from work really knows Santana so they weren't invited. We just have my family and Santana to convince." Rachel sighed in relief and Finn furthered the conversation. "How long have we been together? The last girl I was with that I even considered bringing home had been with me for nearly three months."
Rachel seemed surprised by this tidbit. "Wow, that's a long time to hide a relationship. Were you ashamed of her or something?"
"What?" Finn reeled, "No, not at all. It's just that my family always gets involved in my business and with Burt being who he is, I just didn't want my girlfriend to be put under the microscope until we were both sure we could handle it."
"What happened that she didn't pass the test?" Rachel's eyes fell to her hands in her lap before she pushed some hair behind her ear and glanced back up at her date.
"Lily moved to China to teach English there."
"Oh." That deflated Rachel quickly. His ex-girlfriend was off teaching English to Chinese kids while Rachel was serving drinks to idiot college kids. It was a bit of a step down, especially for a Congressman's son, even if her real profession was that of a stage actress. It had been months since she had participated in a show. "Are you sure your parents will approve of me? Waitressing certainly isn't as impressive as moving to the other side of the world to teach a foreign language."
"Rachel, my step-dad grew up in a middle class family and was a grease monkey until about twenty-five and my mom was a single mother who worked twelve hour shifts at a time at a hospital. They're working class people who rose through the ranks. They care more about a person's character than their profession."
Rachel gave him a small smile and licked her bottom lip. "A month."
"What?"
"We've been dating for a month. Our first date was a romantic stroll through Central Park, dinner at Sardi's, then we went to see the revival of West Side Story, and when you dropped me off at home, we shared a perfect first kiss."
"Seems like it was a great date."
"It does, doesn't it?"
Their conversation flowed easily for the rest of the evening as they discussed their families, favorite colors, foods, movies, books, and other simple things real couples would know about one another until Rachel was sure Finn's ears were about to fall off.
Over the next two days, they quizzed each other and learned more about one another until they felt they had a solid enough background to substantiate a relationship that was believable. The true test would come the day of the wedding which approached quickly until Rachel was zipping up her dress and heard her phone beep with a new message.
Outside your place Finn's text read when Rachel picked up her phone an hour before the wedding. She rushed back into her bedroom and slipped her off-white satin peep-toe sling-back pumps on and grabbed her matching clutch before checking her appearance in her bathroom mirror. She looked good in her cerulean cocktail dress with her low side bun and side swept bangs. Her dress was tight on her body, hugging every curve, and showing off her long legs and smooth shoulders and arms. Determining she looked good, Rachel grabbed her off-white cashmere wrap and headed for the elevator.
When Rachel made it outside she found Finn waiting against the cab for her, arms and legs crossed as he people watched on the street. He looked suave in his black on black suit, a blue tie to match Rachel's dress splashing the black with color and a pair of sunglasses hiding his eyes. His hair was carefully stylized into his usual fin and the persistent stubble that graced his face had been clean shaven. Rachel had to admit the man cleaned up nicely and looked quite sexy. As she composed herself and strolled up to him, his attention focused back on her.
He let out a low whistle and stood up straighter, pulling his sunglasses from his face. "Wow, you look great."
Rachel brushed her bangs out of her eyes. "Thank you. Are we ready to go?"
"Yes, let's go have some fun." Finn opened the door for Rachel and helped her into the car, holding her hand. His skin tingled where their hands touched and Rachel's cheeks flamed as their fingers brushed when she withdrew her hand from his.
Finn ran around to the other side of the cab and climbed in next to her before telling the driver to take them to Rockefeller Plaza. Then he turned back to Rachel.
"Do you think we can do this?"
"I think if we stick to the story we'll be fine. We based our relationship in truth so it shouldn't be too hard to remember the details."
"Right. The story."
They fell silent for the remainder of the cab ride until they arrived at 5th and East 49th just outside Rockefeller Plaza. Before Finn could pay and exit the cab, Rachel grabbed his arm. "What?"
"I was just thinking, we're supposed to have dated for a month but we've never even kissed. Do you think we should just so we're prepared later?"
"That's probably a good idea."
Rachel's heart fluttered in her chest as she leaned closer to him and closed her eyes, preparing herself for their first kiss. When it didn't come however, she opened her eyes and stared at Finn. "You can kiss me. I'm giving you permission."
Finn swallowed hard. "I know, I just…" he took a deep breath, "okay." Without further warning, Finn held Rachel's face and pressed his lips to hers. Sparks flew as their lips touched, a tingling sensation spreading throughout his body as he relaxed into the embrace further. Her lips parted and he instinctually slipped his tongue into her mouth to feel hers pressing back against his.
"Are you two finished? I'd like to get paid," the gruff voice of the cabbie asked as he turned to face them through the glass separating the front and back.
Rachel ripped herself away from Finn and he lunged forward with the force, the action confusing him momentarily until he regained his bearings. He watched Rachel exit the car and threw some money at the cabbie, not bothering with his change as he followed his 'girlfriend's' lead.
As they walked along 5th Avenue, Rachel replayed the kiss in her mind. It had been electric and intense and it scared Rachel completely. They were only supposed to pretend to be dating; she couldn't develop real feelings for Finn, that could lead to potential disaster. Neither said anything as they walked through the entrance to get to the loft and garden where the wedding and reception were to be held.
"Oh God, there's Kurt and Burt…and my mom," Finn stressed in a hushed voice when he saw them near the elevator conversing.
Rachel slipped her hand into Finn's and stepped in front of him, smoothing out his tie and patting his chest for reassurance. "Just act natural. We'll be fine." She squeezed his hand and turned back to face the elevators, taking a deep breath herself, before tugging Finn along to meet his family.
"Look who has arrived!" Kurt crowed when he noticed them walking toward them. Carole and Burt turned in their direction and his mother's face lit up like a kid's on Christmas day. She pulled him in for a hug, kissing his cheek, and examined his appearance as she pulled away.
"Hi Mom, Kurt, Burt," he looked at them all in turn.
"You look dashing, Finn. I always thought you cleaned up nicely, just like your father." Carole beamed at him and Burt came up behind her to wrap his arm around her waist. Finally their attention turned to the petite brunette clutching his hand. "This must be your girlfriend! I wish I could say I knew all about you but sadly my son has been keeping you all to himself. I'm afraid we don't even know your name."
"Rachel, Rachel Berry and it's a delight to make your acquaintance."
"Carole Hummel," she put her hand out to shake Rachel's then pointed to her husband, "This is my husband Burt and this is Kurt, Finn's brother."
"It's lovely to meet you all. Finn has told me so much about you all. It's nice to finally put faces to names."
"Likewise," Kurt added. "In fact, before three days ago we weren't even aware that Finn had someone special in his life. How long have you and he been together exactly?"
Rachel looked up at Finn who had begun to sweat as he stood there, not speaking and still. "We've been dating for about a month now. It's all still fairly new. We've been discreet about our relationship until we were sure about each other." She wrapped her arm around his waist and glanced up at him as he gave her a shy smile and draped his arm around her shoulders, rubbing her arm gently. "When he asked if I would attend his friend's wedding with him, I knew he was pretty serious about us."
"He must be since Santana was the last girlfriend of his we ever met…and that was eight years ago."
"Yeah, Rachel's really great," Finn finally said. "We've missed the elevator like two times now. We should probably get upstairs. There'll be time to talk later." His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat.
Burt hit the UP button again. "Finn's got a point. If we're late Santana will pitch a fit." When the door opened, he allowed the women to enter first and once they piled inside, Rachel felt Finn's hand slip back into hers and his mouth next to her ear.
"Thank you," he mumbled quietly. Rachel squeezed his hand again in reply.
When they stepped off the elevator they were immediately greeted by ushers who led them to their seats out in the garden and as the rows on Santana's side were nearly full with her family members, Rachel and Finn ended up separated from his parents and Kurt. Though Rachel wanted to get to know Finn's family better and she was certain the feeling was mutual, it was going to have to wait until after the ceremony was over.
As they sat at the end nearest the aisle being serenaded by a string quartet, Rachel placed her hand on Finn's knee and rested her head against his shoulder. Following her lead, Finn lifted his arm and draped it over her shoulders, lightly caressing her bare shoulder. She shivered under his touch.
"Are you cold? I could give you my jacket," he offered, looking down at her content expression.
"I'm fine. It was a little chill." She pulled her wrap up to cover her bare shoulders more and though cashmere was soft, it felt almost rough compared with Rachel's skin. "It's actually quite lovely for April. They're lucky it didn't rain on them."
"They were prepared for it if it did though. That's what the inside is for."
Rachel sat up straight and turned in her chair to face him. "So you used to date Santana, correct?" Finn nodded. "And now you're just best friends? Why aren't you in the wedding party then?"
"I wouldn't call us best friends. We're friends and we're still pretty close, but we've drifted since high school ended. We really only see each other for special occasions. And there wasn't room for me in the party. Santana's got a lot of cousins and there's no way Mariela was going to let anyone take her spot as Santana's Matron of Honor."
"Yeah, you probably wouldn't look as good in a dress either," Rachel ribbed. They shared a laugh and then the quartet stopped playing. The garden went silent until Whitney Huston's 'I Wanna Dance With Somebody' started playing. Everyone stood and started cheering and laughing as Santana and Brittany's wedding party began dancing down the aisle to their places on each side until bringing up the rear were Santana and Brittany themselves.
As they passed by Finn on the way down, he put his hand out to high five Santana and earned a hug from Brittany. They ran down the aisle, hugging and kissing various friends and family members, and finally took their places as the music faded out and everyone sat back down as the ceremony began.
"They seem like an interesting couple," Rachel whispered quietly to Finn.
"Never a dull moment with Santana and Brittany. I don't know how I expected their wedding would be any different." He chuckled. "It's very them…control courtesy of Santana and chaos brought to you by Brittany.
They fell silent after that and watched as Santana and Brittany bound themselves in matrimony, declaring their undying love and devotion to one another.
While Rachel sat there watching all the happy couples around her and the one currently crying as they said their vows, she felt a pang of jealously creep through her. It was everything she had ever wanted…a loving partner, a beautiful wedding, her friends and family happy for her happiness. Instead she was still single, pretending to be in a relationship with her boss to please his family for a night, wishing that it could be real. She knew better than to think their pretend relationship could become more, but for the night, she didn't have to think better. For the immediate future, Rachel was attached and happy and she was going to be sure everyone knew it.
After the vows were exchanged, the couple was declared wives, congratulations were given, and pictures were taken, the atmosphere shifted from sappy to celebratory and the party had begun.
While the guests waited on the caterers to bring out their food and Rachel waited on Finn to bring her a pinot gris, Kurt, Carole and Burt got to knowing about Finn's new girlfriend.
"So, Rachel, we didn't get to speak much before the ceremony. Tell us about yourself? You must be an extraordinary catch if Finn has been keeping you to himself then debuted your relationship at a wedding," Kurt mused as he sipped on his own glass of wine.
Rachel's cheeks flushed and she cleared her throat. "Well, I'm from New Jersey originally but I currently reside in Manhattan with my cat, Snickerdoodle, I graduated from NYADA last year with a degree in musical theatre. I've been in a few Off-Off Broadway productions and am currently auditioning for anything and everything, and to supplement my income until I make my big break on the stage I used to work at a vegan bakery but they went under about two months ago which is how I ended up bartending at Hudson's."
"Oh! Is that how you met our Finny?" Carole asked jovially.
Rachel grinned at the cute nickname. "Yes. That's part of why we've been so hesitant to tell anyone about our relationship. There's always a stigma that comes with dating coworkers, especially the boss."
"Yeah, that's why Griggs got kicked out of office in Ohio. He had a thing for his interns, even the ones that said no." Burt rolled his eyes. "Hey, finally, did you go all the way to Canada to get me this?" he asked as Finn came back to the table bearing drinks. He handed over a Labatt to Burt and the wine glass to Rachel.
"Thank you, honey," Rachel played as he sat down next to her. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and his cheeks pinked as his mom looked at him adoringly.
"So what are we talking about?"
"Rachel. We're learning everything you haven't told us," Kurt supplied, a touch of bitterness in his tone.
Finn put his arm on the back of Rachel's chair. "I doubt that." He winked at Kurt who made a face in disgust and earned a smack to the chest and a glare from Rachel.
Kurt turned his attention back to Rachel and rested his elbow on the table, placing his chin in his hand. "You have no idea how jealous I am of you. NYADA was my dream school in high school. I auditioned with 'Not the Boy Next Door', complete with gold lamé pants, and received great feedback but still didn't make it. So I went to my next love, fashion. I just did the costumes for the revival of Evita."
Rachel's jaw went slack. "Are you…are you saying you're a costume designer and you've worked on Broadway?" she asked incredulously.
Kurt nodded and shrugged like it wasn't a huge deal. "I've done television too. In a few weeks I'll be flying out to Los Angeles to start working on my first film."
"You're jealous of me? If anyone here is jealous it's me. That sounds incredible. Have you ever met Barbra or Patti or Liza? I met Patti at Sardi's once. It was incredible and she's simply amazing."
"I haven't had the pleasure of meeting any of the legends yet, but I did meet quite a few greats when I went to the Tony's last year."
Rachel's mouth dropped open in shock and she rounded on Finn. "Why have you never told me that your brother has connections on Broadway and has been to the Tony's? We spent the past few days talking only about your family and it was never mentioned once." Her voice was shrill and held a note of hysteria.
"I don't know. It just didn't seem important." He shrank back into his chair as Rachel's eyes narrowed at him but before she could chastise him further for keeping important information from her, the MC for the evening introduced himself saving him from her wrath for the moment.
By the time intros of the wedding party, toasts, and dinner were done, the topic had been dropped and the faux couple were really beginning to enjoy the other's company as they busted a move on the dance floor.
Rachel had been introduced to dozens of people and earned the seal of approval from the Hummels as they got to know her over dinner as well as Santana and Brittany when she complimented Brittany's duckie slippers and told Santana she brought cash as a gift. Well, technically Finn had brought the cash, but it was cash no matter who had brought it, so Santana approved. And through all the talking and eating and greeting, Rachel had imbibed a fair share of booze and had begun feeling rather carefree and ready to really party.
At the beginning of his night, Finn had been adamant that he would not be dancing, but a few hard drinks later and he was easily swayed into swaying on the floor by Rachel getting handsy and biting his earlobe after whispering her request in his ear. He followed behind her willingly as she dragged him to the floor to dance to some Katy Perry.
"I have got to get a picture of this!" Santana roared in laughter as she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of Finn dancing. "Just watch your toes, Berry, he's not exactly light on his feet."
"He seems fine to me," Rachel assessed, pressing her ass into his hips and sliding down to grip his thighs. He reciprocated by placing his hands on her thighs and running them up to her taught stomach.
"God, you must be drunk." Brittany twirled Santana away from the couple practically dry humping on the dance floor.
Rachel had spent her entire life in multiple classes learning various styles of dance from tap, jazz, ballet, and ballroom to the more eclectic such as interpretive and rain dance, but this form was practically a mating call. She felt sexy and promiscuous grinding against Finn, feeling his arousal pressing into her body, knowing she was responsible for it. If she weren't drunk she would certainly feel embarrassed and rein it in, but in that moment that was the very last thing she wanted to do. In fact, she wanted to push things further, she wanted to get closer, she wanted to be the pretty girl Finn went home with. If she were sober, Rachel would berate herself for her salacious behavior, but drunk Rachel wanted to behave badly and she wanted to behave that way with Finn.
Abruptly, Rachel was being spun around to face Finn and pulled against his body. He held her hips tightly and leaned down to kiss her. The same feelings of want and lust as before erupted inside Rachel only amplified by the alcohol coursing through her. She needed more, she needed to touch him, to feel him on her and in her.
"Can we go t'your place?" she slurred when their kiss broke, drunk on wine and high on Finn's kiss.
"Yeah." He started backing her toward the tables to grab their things when the MC boomed over the sound system stating that it was time for the bouquet toss. Unlike a conventional bouquet and garter toss however, they would be throwing one bouquet for Brittany's guests and one for Santana's guests, the winners of each receiving a special mystery prize rather than having to suffer through the awkwardness of watching two people who didn't know each other have to get up close and personal.
When he was done talking and Brittany's guests all lined up to catch their bouquet, Finn attempted to move Rachel back to their table but she planted her feet on the ground, a little wobbly in her heels. "Finn, no, wait. I want the bouquet."
"But we were gonna…" he trailed off leaving room for the imagination.
Rachel pouted at him and when he relented, she dragged him to the edge of the floor to wait for Santana's turn. Her hazy mind was now focused on the prize while Finn's remained on Rachel's body. He kissed her neck as they waited and ran his hands over her stomach and down to her thighs. When Brittany's turn was over and the floor cleared to refill with Santana's guests, Rachel planted herself in the forefront of the crowd, Finn staggering along behind her. His head stuck out above the rest of the group's and when Santana counted to three and threw the bouquet behind her, all the women in front of him jumped to catch the high toss while Finn merely stuck his hand out and wrapped his fingers around the stem of the fake flowers.
When everyone realized it had been caught the people cleared away and Rachel turned around to pout over her loss until she saw Finn holding the flowers to his chest. Her bright red face lit up and she jumped up and down, hugging Finn and taking the flowers when he offered them to her. Santana and Brittany joined them and handed over their prize.
"Congrats, Frankenteen. Looks like that height advantage finally came in handy. Enjoy your romantic date with your girlfriend." She put out an envelope for him to take. "It's a gift certificate."
"Yeah, great, is this thing over now?" Finn was getting antsy and Rachel playing with his hair and hanging off his body wasn't helping any.
Santana chuckled. "Yeah, you can go bone now. It was nice meeting you, Rachel. Thanks for coming." She waved goodbye and before Rachel could even respond, Finn tugged her to the table. They picked up their things and stumbled their way to the elevator, touching each other and kissing. When they arrived they found Kurt waiting at the elevator as well.
"Can you please wait until you're in your apartment? This is a shared space and I would prefer not to see more boobs than necessary." Neither responded to his request as they continued making out. "I guess not." The elevator dinged with its arrival and they flew through the door to the back of the enclosed space as Kurt walked in, contempt on his face. "I have got to get a boyfriend," he muttered to himself as he turned to face the door as opposed to the gross display behind him.
Twenty minutes later after a heated cab ride and yet another lusty elevator ride, they arrived at Finn's apartment. From there, everything exploded.
Rachel shoved Finn's jacket off his body and too uncoordinated to work the individual buttons open, she ripped it apart, sending the black discs sailing in all directions. Finn smiled at her ferocity and growled as he lifted her up and carried her haphazardly into his bedroom. They slammed into the wall with the door from the force and rolled until they hit the dresser, knocking cologne bottles and other items over in their haste to get to the other's skin.
Their kisses were hot and short as they tried to latch on to any bit of flesh they could reach while Finn's hands worked on the zipper in the back of Rachel's skin tight dress and Rachel pulled the belt from Finn's pants. Finn stumbled his way to his bed finally and fell on top of Rachel as they landed. She didn't seem to mind however as she just undid his pants and pushed them down.
Finn pulled himself upright and kicked off his shoes and allowed his pants to pool around his ankles, tugging his tie loose and removing his ruined dress shirt. Rachel shimmied out of her dress, revealing nothing beneath the fabric but a tiny white lace thong. Finn's erection grew in his boxers and Rachel tugged him back down to her body by his tie, mashing her lips to his and running her hands down his back to bunch his t-shirt up to pull it off.
She whined as his hand found her breast and tugged on her nipple. "Do you have a condom?" she remembered, even in her drunken state.
"Yeah." Finn pulled away to reach for his bedside drawer, pulling out a box of condoms. He shook it but it made no noise. "Uh oh." He opened the end and turned it down but nothing fell out. "Do you have one?" Rachel shook her head no. "Fuck."
Even though she was drunk she knew better than to have sex without a condom. But she was also extremely hot and bothered and was in no mood to stop or search for condoms. Drunk Rachel made a decision sober Rachel would abhor.
"You could just pull out…"
Finn's ears perked up and the corner of his mouth twitched. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
And like that they were back in the game.
Finn resumed his kisses while his hand slipped between her legs and fondled her through her thin panties. Her hips bucked against his and he groaned into her mouth. His hand clamped around the material covering her sex and tugged it down, sitting up to pull them off completely. They got caught around the spike of her heel and Rachel giggled as he lifted her leg into the air to yank it off and fling the thong behind him in a rush before lowering it and pushing his own boxers off.
Rachel spread her knees and put her hands above her head as Finn rested on top of her, his tie tickling her stomach, and parting her swollen folds with the head of his hard cock. He stretched her and filled her as he sank deeper and deeper, kissing his way up to her lips from her breasts. Once he was buried, he pulled back out and slammed back in, rocking the bed as he began to move faster inside her, their bodies pressing together as their hips met repeatedly and Rachel wrapped her legs around Finn's torso, his fingers slipping between hers as his hips rocked into hers. Her knees tightened on his sides while the spikes of her heels dug into his ass. It was painful yet somehow pleasurable.
"Oh God," Rachel cried into Finn's ear as he sucked on her neck and grazed her spot. She gripped his hands harder and her body clenched as she teetered on the edge. He felt perfect inside her, teasing her nerves and making her see stars behind her eyelids. The friction was penetrating to her core and each movement sent her body into a tizzy as she fought to keep her orgasm at bay until the perfect moment.
Unfortunately, her intoxicated mind and body weren't cooperating. She was going to come any second until she finally did. Rachel stiffened under Finn as her back arched, pressing her chest into his and making the heels of her shoes dig even deeper into his ass. Her walls pulsed around his cock and she stopped breathing, her vision going black, until her body forced a gasp from her mouth. She was on fire and her heart pounded in her chest and ears as she took slow deep breaths, shaking every few seconds from the aftershocks. It had been powerful, despite the alcohol in her system, and now she was exhausted.
Finn on the other hand seemed to be taking forever to get off until suddenly he wasn't. He moved faster and faster and when he could feel himself beginning to let go, every thought flew out of his head. All he could feel was Rachel coming underneath him, her pussy squeezing him tightly, forcing him to join her in orgasm. He spilled into her, his mind imploding while his body did the opposite until all he could think about was sleep.
Tired and dazed, Finn rolled off of Rachel and instantly passed out next to her while Rachel turned into his side, cozying up, already asleep.
A few hours later as the sun peeked through the venetian blinds Rachel woke with a splitting headache, a dry mouth, and feeling absolutely wrecked. Cracking her eyes open, she was startled to see a wall that wasn't hers. Framed Star Wars posters hung in a row in order on the wall she faced instead of the windows looking out to the deli across the street from her apartment. Lifting her head she saw dark wood furniture and russet tones and straight lines that screamed a man was living there. Her suspicion was confirmed when she felt the bed move behind her. That was when she remembered she had come home with Finn and had sex with him.
Annoyed and disappointed in herself, Rachel smacked her forehead, instantly regretting the action. It had been loud and painful. "Stupid," she said under her breath, regretting getting drunk enough to allow her hormones to control her. Carefully, Rachel threw the covers off and swung her feet out to the floor, hissing when she felt how cool the hardwood was. Adjusting, Rachel stood up and wobbled as her head spun then tiptoed around to the other side of the bed praying that Finn wouldn't wake up to see her completely naked.
Rachel found her dress and stepped into it zipping it up then went about searching for her panties, wrap, purse and shoes. When all she found were her panties in the bedroom, Rachel snuck out through the door to find her other items. Unfortunately, all she found in Finn's spacious and impeccably decorated living room was her purse and wrap on the floor near the door. Her shoes were nowhere to be found and there was no way Rachel was going barefoot on the streets of Manhattan. They had to be in Finn's room.
Channeling her inner Catwoman, Rachel slipped back into Finn's room and did another sweep coming up empty until a flash of the night prior crossed her mind. Her underwear had been hooked on her heel. She had been wearing her heels while they had sex. Rachel closed her eyes and cursed inwardly as she realized they had to be stuffed somewhere in Finn's bed.
Rachel walked back to the side of the bed she had slept on and pushed the sheet further down until she found the spike of one of her heels. Unfortunately, the other one was still MIA. She tore that half of the bed apart searching for it only to come up empty handed which meant it had to be on Finn's side.
Grumbling lowly, Rachel moved to Finn's side and tried to search just the end of the bed but Finn's position made that impossible. He was twisted in the comforter and there was no way Rachel could move him without waking him. Deciding to just go for it, Rachel began lightly tugging the comforter away from his body. He shifted again and Rachel froze as he switched arms his head was lying on. When he was still again, Rachel went back in. She had gotten the comforter down enough to uncover half of his very white, very round behind. His butt was very cute and if the situation she currently found herself in weren't entirely compromising, she probably would have taken more time to admire it. But that was the moment Finn decided to join the conscious.
"Jesus Christ," he cried, rolling onto his side and making Rachel lose her hand placement. She fell face forward onto the bed, her head landing right above his groin. Thankfully the blanket covered his naughty bits. Righting herself, Rachel prepared to explain. "Rachel? What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for my shoe."
"Why would your shoe be in my bed?"
Rachel's eyebrow popped up and she jutted her hip out, crossing her arms over her shoulder. "Are you serious right now? I know we were drunk but there's no way you were black out drunk."
His eyes narrowed as he tried to remember until it finally hit him. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. "Did we sleep together?" He lifted the comforter and found nothing on his person. Before he dropped it however, he pulled an off-white peep-toe sling-black pump out from between his knees and held it out for Rachel to take.
She swiped it angrily from his finger and crammed it onto her foot before grabbing the other one and doing the same. "You are unbelievable. I knew last night that this would be a mistake but I did it anyway, so I guess this is really my fault." Finn wasn't sure if she was talking to him or to herself but either way, he was taking it personally.
"If you thought it was a mistake why did you do it then?"
Rachel shook her head and set her jaw, looking away from him. "I'm leaving. Just forget this ever happened and please don't tell anyone, especially Puckerman. I will never hear the end of it." She stomped out of his room, grabbing her wrap and purse, leaving the apartment and hailing a cab when she made it outside.
Once Rachel was home, she slammed the door shut and locked it, hoping it would help keep her problems from catching up with her. Sadly, no such luck. As her roommate and cousin Blaine walked into the living room with a bowl of cereal he made a crack about her making the Walk of Shame and she lost it.
Getting emotional, Rachel ran into her bedroom and slammed that door shut as well. Sobs wracked her body when she fell onto her bed and thought about the night prior. He didn't even remember sleeping with her. What did that say about her? Was she really that bad in bed? Was the only reason Finn had slept with her because of the beer goggles? Yes, sleeping with Finn had been a terrible idea. Her theory had been right, getting in bed with coworkers, especially the boss, was never a good idea.
Work was going to be hell on Monday.