I feel like I should have explained this earlier, but I completely forgot to so... here it goes. Rachel, Finn and Puck all live together in an apartment as friends. I am thinking that they are not just out of high school because that makes this kind of weird so, they are not in college, they are 23 year olds and living and working. The apartment is in the city, I'm thinking 'generic city' so think the East Village meets Chinatown and random shots of Lucky Chang's- this is in New York City... eh... the perspective is Rachel's- but if I ever type her name as Rachael do not crucify me.

Thank you to vivilp182 and The Siren of Asianland, you made me remember some stuff I forgot.

Two Weeks In:

"Kurt!" I screamed as I lunged at Finn from across the couch, landing in his lap but I successfully ripped the phone away from his ear, "I missed you so much! You and Mercedes have to come visit as soon as possible so I can show you around, you guys are going to love it here."

"I'm sure we will," Kurt said through the phone, "Did Puck come in yet? I'd like to speak to him."

"Since when do you talk to Noah?" I asked. Regretfully I passed Finn's cell phone to Puck on the couch, but he held the phone away from him.

"What did I do?" he asked as he looked at me while we all heard Kurt yell 'Put the phone to your ear, Puckerman!' through the phone. Noah scrunched his face and put the phone to his ear as he got off of the couch and walked down the small hallway to his room.

"So," I said as I spun around and laid my head in Finn's lap, "Noah is supposed to be having some sort of party tonight with a bunch of people from his investment firm and I was thinking that if you got a few people from the broadcast team-"

"We aren't a broadcast team, we are a broadcasting network, Rach." Finn said playfully as he twirled his fingers through my hair.

"Yeah, yeah, well, if I get people from the theater and you get people from your broadcast network team group club gathering organization assembly congregation league," I said as I gave Finn the stink eye, " we could have a mixer and possibly have a good time."

"You mean you didn't enjoy last weekend?" Finn asked sarcastically. Puck had invited some people over without telling me and Finn and someone threw up in the hallway. Finn literally had to pry some blonde bimbo off of him and lock himself in his room and some guy spilt his drink on me three times before Puck kicked his ass out.

"Don't make a joke about that! It was terrible, I don't know what is worse, that someone threw up in the hallway, that I had to clean it up or that I could see that they had eaten alphabet noodles before they came over." I made a disgusted face while Finn laughed at me. Puck came out of his room and handed the phone to Finn.

"Tell Cher I actually miss him," Noah said to Finn. Finn shook his head 'yes' as he said goodbye to his step brother. Puck then grabbed his coat off of the kitchen table, "I am running to the store to pick up some snacks and beer, do you want to come?" he said looking at me.

"No, I think I will hang back a bit. I like taking the day off on my days off." I said as I sat up and smiled.

Puck took his keys and left leaving Finn and I alone.

"Did you notice that Puck called Kurt Cher?" Finn said after a semi-awkward silence.

I just nodded and laughed, then put my head on the arm of the couch and decided that a nap would be the best option right now.

Later that night-

Finn was flirting with some spinner type boney black haired girl. Ugh! How could he do that right in front of me? He was seriously putting on the moves, he got her a drink, touched her shoulder and was leaning into her while she stood like some wallflower freak. How gross! He doesn't like me but he likes her? Ugh!

"It is okay, Berry." I heard from behind me. Puck was standing with a solo shot cup. I looked at the cup for a moment before looking back at where Finn and Posh Spice had been standing, but they were gone, probably off to fuck. I looked back at the drink and took the shot, deciding that drinking was better than feeling lonely. I took one shot, then two more, then another three before Puck laughed at me and moved the bottle off of the island so I wasn't in arms reach of it.

Puck was so good- he was nice and reliable. He hadn't always been that way but he was my closest companion.

I thought about Finn and Posh Spice and decided I was going to use Puck, perhaps as a distraction or a toy to make Finn angry, but mostly as a person to make me feel like I wasn't alone. I looked at the dancefloor and touched Puck's jaw.

"Do you want to dance with me, Puck?" I said flirtatiously. He looked me up and down and thought for a second before smirking and pulling me by the hip to where people were dancing.

We were dancing dirty and it felt so good.

It felt free.

Puckerman was a good dancer, well I guess grinder. I knew he would be because he was apparently great in bed and this particular dancing is like clothed sex while standing, kind of. I also knew he would not say no to dancing with me because I knew he still liked me, even though subtly.

His hands were everywhere and I turned around to face him. He wasn't Finn. He wasn't anything like Finn, he wasn't what I wanted, but he wanted me and I was looking for company.

He looked really turned on, but I saw a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. I know that he knew I was just looking for a distraction from the hurt I felt from Finn being with that other girl. I needed to ignore it if I was going to have fun tonight, maybe I would even sleep with him. I wasn't sure, I wasn't thinking, but I didn't want to think. I just wanted to forget Finn and remember Puck.

I put my face as close to his as possible without touching his face with mine and moaned quietly. He closed his eyes and brushed his lips against mine gently, perhaps testing the waters. It was weird to see Puck close his eyes when he kissed me but I put my hand on his cheek and he took that as agreement that this was okay.

He tasted just like he did in high school, spearmint and musk, just now it was mixed with a ton of alcohol. I hadn't realized he was drunk when he gave me that first shot but he definitely was, and now so was I.

We stopped dancing completely and started kissing more heavily, he kissed down my neck and stayed there, definitely making his mark, just like he did in high school.

"Hey!" I heard someone say. Then I felt a pull, it was incredibly hard and jarring and the person who pulled me was squeezing so tightly on my arm it scared me. I looked at who had just pulled me away from Puck and scowled.

"Jesus Christ!" Finn said as he tossed me over his shoulder and brought me into the bathroom. "You are fucking wasted, aren't you? What the fuck is wrong with you, Rachel?" He said harshly as he stood me in the tub and turned the shower on. His words had so much bite to them, they were so, Santanaish.

"Ah!" I yelled. I tried to step out of the water but he pushed me back into the direct stream of luke warm water. "Hey! Hey! Stop!"

Finn now had a ton of water on his shirt, looked livid, and pointed at me in a 'stay' gesture. I was cold, wet, no longer buzzed because of my reality shower, and nervous. Puck was standing in the doorway looking at me like a confused drunkard.

"The party is out there," Finn said as he pointed to the crowd all dancing and mingling. "She isn't going to be your party anymore and you sure as fuck aren't going to be hers." Finn said as he closed and locked the door. Then he turned to me.

"Finn, leave me-" I started.

"No." He yelled. It was the way he said it, I guess, that made me not even fight with him about it. He reached around me and turned the shower off. He gave me my favorite towel, pink with gold stars, and sat against the sink. "What the fuck, Rachel?"

"Excuse me?"

"How could you do, do that? With Puck, really? How mean are you?"

"Don't be such a shithead, Finn. You fucked Posh Spice!" I said as I stepped out of the tub. "How dare you try to make me feel bad about my actions when you flirted with that skeleton right in front of me. You suck, Finn."

"Skeleton? Do you mean Jamie? She is a lesbian, we were talking about you!" He said as he ran his hand through his hair. "God damn it!" he yelled again as he swiped the toothbrushes, toothpaste bottle and some of my makeup and his hair brush and comb off of the sink. He moved toward me like he was going to cup my face. "Why?" he spit at me.

I sat on the rim of the tub. "Why?" I repeated back to him. My shoulders slumped. Why? Why.

"Do you love him? Do you want to be with him? Is this what you want to do, Rachel?" He said with so much emotion that if it wasn't so angry it might dissolve to a cry. "Is he what you want to do?"

"Puck is a great man." I said trying to defend him.

"You love him. You fucking love him!" Finn yelled.

"No! I just-" I peeped.

"Then tell me why you two were stuck like glue out there."

"You were flirting with her." I said pointedly. I had seen it, I wasn't wrong.

"Yes, Rachel, I was flirting with her. I had full intentions of taking her into my room and bending her over." He said. His words flattened me. Then he stood up. "Is that what you want to hear?" He ran his hands through his hair again. "I don't think about you when I wake up and right before I go to sleep because I want to, I do it because I can't stop it. But, totally, I am such a shallow man that I would be completely enveloped by you for fucking years and forget everything right as some skinny lady walked by me." He opened the door. "I am not that shallow and vapid, Rachel, and if you think I am then I'm not so sure if loving you is worth it for me anymore. " He closed the door.

I waited a minute or too, trying desperately to compose myself. I stood in front of the mirror and wiped my eyes. The door opened and I saw Finn in the reflection of the mirror. He closed the bathroom door and stood.

"Please-" I started as I turned around, but as I did so he grabbed my face and kissed me. It wasn't a soft kiss, it was urgent, it was strong, it was passionate. I felt my knees buckle slightly but he picked me up and sat me on the sink, standing himself between my legs. He kissed me down my neck and onto my shoulder while running his hands up to the top of my thigh and down again before retracing the trail of his lips back up to my mouth.

"Open your mouth." He huskily demanded. I followed his directions and he slid his tongue in. I moaned when our tongues touched. I moaned when I felt his hands brush along my spine, and when he pulled away I tried to pull him back.

He stood me again, and looked at me. Just looked at me. My chest was heaving, I felt tingly everywhere and wanted him to make physical contact with me again.

"He isn't allowed to be the last one to make you moan." He said shortly. I looked hurt, I felt it happen on my face.

I saw him feel bad, then I saw him walk out of the room. I tried to shake it off, shake him off, but I couldn't. He took my heart, I felt like when he inhaled he took my soul, I felt empty.

I stumbled into the hall, then into the living room where the party had just been, but it was gone. Everyone had left and Finn was standing by the sink drinking straight from a bottle of Jack Daniels. Puck was in his room, I heard him rummaging loudly in there.

How could this happen. How could he do that to me? Finn was a dick. I felt like he was a huge asshole. This sucked. It totally sucked.

"Finn?" I said as I planted myself on the opposite side of the island as him. I heard him swallow loudly and he put the bottle down.

"Rachel." he said flatly. How could he have ruined everything? Why was he being so cold? Couldn't he count what happened in the bathroom as a sterling victory for him? He stared at me blankly. I picked up a Solo cup and threw it at him.

"You have fucked everything up." I said as I turned and walked down the hall.

"Rachel!" He yelled. I heard his heavy footsteps behind me, burying me each time I heard them slam against the hardwood floor, and as I opened my bedroom door to hide he caught the doorknob in my hand and pulled the door closed again.

"Leave me alone!" I whined. I heard Puck come out of his room.

"Finn, back off." Puck said as he got between Finn and me. "Rachel, go to bed."

"Rachel!" Finn yelled again.

"You have to calm down." Puck said as I stood with the door just slightly open, making sure nothing got physical.

"No, I do not." Finn said.

"You are going to regret this tomorrow, you are being really nasty, bro." Puck said easily.

"You have her perfume on you, you have her lipstick on you. You have Rachel on you." He said quietly, it sounded like he might cry. "And you gave her a hickey on her neck. You put it on her." He pointed at Puck and took two steps back. "YOU are going to regret this in the morning. You. And it isn't a threat, you just are. You are wrong." Finn turned around and walked down the hall. "And you know what, Puck? The knot in your stomach isn't because you are drunk, it is because you know you fucked up."