Hey guys, this is Chapter Two of Light This Night :D I hope you like it! Thank you for all of the wonderful comments and story follows. I'm new to so I'm still a little foggy on how to reply to reviews but I read them all and fan-girl squealed when I got each email! I'm in the market for a beta so if you know anyone, I would love to know!

I adding "Treading Shallow Waters" to my stories- which is my one-shot of Finn, Puck, and Sam's experiences in Iraq and I'm adding a spin-off of "If Only For a Night" which is just some mushy Samcedes fun! I had so much fun writing it so I hope you have fun reading it.

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Two:: Last Friday Night

Rachel

Rachel opened one eye and groaned as the light filtered through the window into her eyes. Too bright, she wined mentally and pulled a satin sheet over her face. Satin? This isn't my bed, her mind screamed. She shook her head slightly, trying to clear the cotton feeling from it. Jesse, she reminded herself morosely. Vegas. A thunderous pounding began slamming behind her eyes, making her mumble a series of expletives as she pulled the sheet even further over her head. She chuckled darkly as she squeezed her eyes shut, mentally bargaining with the powers at be to grant her a temporary reprieve from playing the bongos on her brain. Tequila was always a bad idea. As she brought her slim legs close to her chest, she concocted what she hoped was an evil curse on Santana and Brittany for dragging her here and being the primary cause of her hangover.

She vaguely remembered champagne, tequila shots, and a sexy guy behind the bar staring at her. If I can survive this moment without throwing up, I swear I won't ever drink again.

Just as she was falling into a tortured sleep, her phone started ringing, exploding into the chorus of Celine Dion's "The Power of Love". She turned over gently, snaking her arm around under the sheets and searching for the source of the obnoxious noise. Her fingers grasped at air until…they hit something solid. Solid, warm, and soft. Immediately she sat up and swiveled around. Too quickly, because immediately she felt a wave of vertigo wash over her, though whether it was from the movement or her epiphany, she couldn't be sure.

She wasn't alone in the bed. And she was naked. How she hadn't realized this before, she wasn't sure. Tequila, she whined mentally. She pulled the sheet over her eyes and chanced a peak. A head of dark hair poked out from under the sheet as well as a muscular, freckled arm. Rachel took a deep breath, silently counting down her top ten favorite divas, and blinked. It was probably just an apparition.

"This happens all of the time. Quinn always tells me that my imagination is too wild." She giggled nervous as she dropped her sheet, taking great care to cover her chest, and moved in for a closer look.

A quiet snore escaped from her bed partner and she giggled nervously.

Shit. Kurt is going to kill me.

"Um, excuse me?"

The figure stirred slightly but did not rouse.

Rachel cleared her throat and tried again, "Um, excuse me?"

She reached out and placed a gentle hand on the shoulder poking out from under the sheet and nudged. A low hum of electricity and warmth surged into her palm and she nearly gasped. Who is this?

A low groan escaped the figure as it turned over slowly.

"I'm never taking Tequila shots again, I swear." A low gravelly voice hit the air, warming everything in Rachel's body. It was familiar and comforting and aroused every cell in her body. She stared in wonder at the source of the voice until she caught a glimpse of the one thing that erased every inch of will power to not throw up.

A wedding band. Married. She had slept with a married guy. She was a trollop. A dirty slut. A ho. A skank. She had become a homewrecker.

"Shit." The words escaped her lips before she could draw them back in.

Warm, dark chocolate eyes met hers- crinkled up at the corners with what she assumed was mirth.

"Rough night for you too? Can I get you something?" He winked at her and sat up a little bit further, revealing a deliciously toned chest.

"I think a name would be nice. And you know, your wife's name and phone number so I can call her and personally apologize to her." Rachel averted her eyes, clutching the blanket closer to her in an attempt to ignore the urge to straddle him.

"My name is Finn. Finn Hudson. And my wife's name? You're kidding with me, right?"

"I think not," she sniffed, "I happen to be of excellent moral fiber…which I suppose doesn't appear to be the case right now, but I am. I'm sure if I had known you were married, which I obviously did not, I would have never come home with you."

"Rachel, are you telling me you don't remember last night? At all?" The grin faded from his face, replaced with a look of serious concern.

"Look, let me go get you some aspirin. And tea. Didn't you say you liked that? Chameleon tea?"

"Chamomile," she corrected gently, a small smile gracing her face despite herself.

"Yeah! Chamomile! That's the one." Finn grinned as he grabbed his boxers off of the floor and slipped into them under the sheets.

"By the way, you look beautiful this morning." He jumped from the bed and walked out of the room cheekily.

"Oh God. I slept with a married guy. And he's gorgeous. And I kind of want to do it again," Rachel whispered to herself.

She felt through the sheets for her phone and let loose a sigh of relief when she found it. She flipped it open and hastily dialed Kurt's number.

"Rachel Barbara Berry. Where the hell are you?"

"Vegas. Kurt, I did something awful. I need your help."

"Awful or skanky? Because if you went to Vegas with Brittany and Santana then I bet it was skanky. Did you strip? Gamble away your trust fund? Were you in a threesome with Brittany and Lord Tubbington?"

"Kurt…I…" Rachel shouldered her phone and started wringing her hands together, suddenly nervous to confess her secret. She took a deep breath and tried to force the words out when she noticed something different about herself.

It was delicate, gold, and vintage looking. A wedding band.

"I'm married?" Kurt's alarmed voice sounded back through the phone as Rachel raced to the bathroom and threw up.

"That's why he was so confused. I'M the hot guy's wife."

"RACHEL BERRY!" Kurt's screams echoed from her phone, filling the tiny bathroom with another layer of suffocating tension and anxiety.

"I'm married. Me, Rachel Berry. I'm married." Tears began to pour down her cheeks as she picked the phone back up and tried to calm down.

"How the hell did this happen, Rachel?"

"I don't know. I just remember Santana and Brittany pouring me tequila shots."

"I am going to kill them! You just, stay there, deal with your husband, and I'll call the less intelligent half of the Evil Trinity. They better be lying in a ditch somewhere."

"Kurt, what am I going to do?" Rachel's tears were choking her and panic began to crush her chest.

"My suggestion? Get an annulment. Or, stay married if he's smoking hot and rich."

She giggled a bit and nodded, trying to clear the panicky fog from her brain. She closed her phone and stared at herself in the mirror. Despite the fact that she had just been sick, she looked unnaturally sexy. Her hair was wavy and untamed. Sex hair, her mind whispered. Her make up had smudged into a smokey eye that looked deliberate and her lips were a blushy pink. She sucked in a deep breath and started searching through Finn's medicine cabinet for mouthwash or an extra toothbrush so that she would at least have fresh breath while dumping her incredibly sexy husband.

"I can do this. I'm Rachel Berry. I can do anything."

Finn

"I can love you like that, I can make you my world, move heaven and earth if you were my girl. I would give you my heart- be all that you need, show you you're everything that's precious to me, if you give me a chance, I could love you like that."

Finn was completely stumped. He sang quietly along with the radio as he tried to follow his mom's pancake recipe and believe that everything would work out.

Rachel had looked so confused. She didn't remember marrying him. Or meeting him. Or his name. His stomach clenched up with anxiety. She probably regretted it.

But he didn't. She was gorgeous and when he touched her, it was as if every fiber of his being recognized her. Her chestnut hair was wild and wavy, framing her brandy colored eyes, as had she studied him this morning. And even though it was obvious she thought she had stolen another woman's husband, she was stunningly beautiful. His boxers tightened a bit as he remembered her petite frame draped over him, taking her pleasure and kissing him senseless.

He wasn't about to give it up.

The smell of smoke filled the air and Finn panicked.

"Fuck!" He fanned wildly at the stove and cursed more as he realized the pancakes were charred beyond saving. So much for a romantic breakfast. He rummaged through the cabinets and found some whole-wheat toast and put it in the toaster. Maybe he could put fruit next to it in a heart…girls liked that stuff, right?

He sliced into the strawberries as "Faithfully" came onto the radio. Journey was one of his favorite bands of all time- hence the name of his bar. It always made him think of his mom and how far he had come. He turned it up and started jamming out, placing the strawberries into a heart-shaped smiley face. Enthusiasm couldn't hurt.

"Wondering where I am, lost without you. And being apart ain't easy on this love affair. Two strangers learn to fall in love again. I get the joy of rediscovering you…Oh girl, you stand by me. I'm forever yours…"

"Faithfully…" Finn looked up, startled to see Rachel singing the last word softly, a soft look on her face.

"You are a wonderful singer, Finn."

"I'm nothing to get excited about. Not like you last night."

She studied him for a moment, the feeling of her eyes exciting him in a way he had never felt before.

"Want some breakfast? I tried to make pancakes but I'm not the best cook."

"The toast looks delightful. Thank you." As she reached for the plate, their fingers brushed and Finn felt an explosion of heat in his body. She smiled and blushed, then walked to the table, her hips swaying erotically underneath his white button-down.

Mailman. Think of the mailman. Goddamn, she is sexy as hell.

He turned the radio down slightly and followed her, struggling not to pounce on her or run his fingers through her silky hair.

They ate in silence, neither one making eye contact, until 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart' came on the radio. They both hummed the chorus, simultaneously, causing them to look at each other in surprise.

Rachel giggled and then cleared her throat delicately, "Finn, I…about last night."

"I don't regret it. At all. I would marry you five more times if I had the chance. Rachel, I know you don't know me very well. And I know that you probably think it was a big mistake. But it wasn't. We're meant to be together. Just give us a shot."

Rachel looked shell-shocked as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ears.

"Finn, this is the real world…I don't even live in Vegas. Besides, you would probably end up hating me in a month or two. Besides, I'm just getting out of a very serious relationship. I can't afford to get my heart attached to someone else and broken."

"I wouldn't…break your heart or hate you. You don't know me but I'm neat. Ok, that's not true. My mom helps me take care of this place. I can make panca- ok, Eggo's. I know you like Chameleon tea. I know you have the most beautiful voice I've ever heard and I know what I feel when I'm with you. I feel it here." Finn put his balled fist over the center of his chest, smiling at her enthusiastically, praying she wouldn't run away.

Rachel studied him for a minute, a crease forming between her eyebrows.

"Your heart is here, silly." She placed her hand over his and moved his fist over. Suddenly, the tension between them was palpable.

"I'm sorry, Finn. I can't do this. This was a mistake It was reckless and I was completely and utterly distraught. An anullment would be the best option for us. I'm…I'm sorry. You seem like a great guy but I can't. I have to focus on my career right now."

"Rachel, please. You told me about that guy last night. That Jesse guy. And he's wrong for you. You told me that you never felt a connection with him like you did to me. You're scared and making a mistake. We're supposed to be together. Can't you feel this?" He motioned between them desperately, as if willing her to feel their connection.

"Finn….I just, I can't. I'm sorry. I know that I'm hurting you but I can't derail my whole life for a drunken mistake."

The words hung heavy in the air between them and when Rachel met Finn's eyes, she found herself wishing that she could take back every word that she had just said. Her heart wrenched in her chest as Finn's shocked face struggled to look calm.

"I'm not giving up on you."

"Finn…I don't have room in my life for you. Please. I'll pay you. I have money from when my dads died."

"I don't want your money, Rachel. I want you. I know you can't remember last night but it was perfect! And I might not be the handsomest guy but I'm a good person. And I want to try this thing. Please, Rachel. Don't give up on me."

Rachel's eyes filled with tears and a new level of self-loathing filtered into her awareness. She would do anything. Anything to make that look go away. And Kurt had said she should give it a shot if he was handsome.

"Finn..."

"Please, Rachel. Please."

"Ok, I'll give it a shot."

"Really?"

"Really. A diva always follows her gut and her heart. But I have to warn you. I wasn't voted "Easiest to get along with" in High School. And I have dreams. Dreams that I won't give up just because we got married by mistake."

"It wasn't a mistake. You won't regret this. I promise."

Rachel smiled and laughed softly, "Something tells me that I won't."

So there you have it! I know this seems surprising but I have quite the rollercoaster in store for you! Please leave me some reviews with what you think will happen and how you like it! I have a clear idea of where the story will go but suggestions always give me some amazing ideas for twists and turns =P

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