Well, here goes Chapter 2. Please be warned that this started out as a Finchel, but will end up as a St. Berry.

I will let Finchel fans when they need to stop reading. St. Berry fans will hopefully find specks of Jesse in every chapter before it turns completely St. Berry, so fear not, you shall be eventually satisfied... I'm a St. Berry at heart.

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CHAPTER 2 – RACHEL BEFORE THE WEDDING

RACHEL AND FINN got along pretty well, and they rarely fought. Well, it wasn't really fights, more like lukewarm discussions, where Rachel got to practice her dramatic skills. She had nailed them so well that Finn hardly ever called her a drama queen anymore.

Their first fight –er, discussion- was about setting a wedding date. Finn wanted to get married immediately.

"Rach, why wait? We're in love, we know we want to be exclusively with each other, and your dads really want us married before we start living together, and my mom wouldn't mind either, you know, tradition and all…" Lie. That wasn't the reason he wanted to get married fast, he was just terrified that she would change her mind and leave him before they tied the knot.

Rachel could read Finn completely, she knew what was going up in his mind before he even knew it. She walked up to him and held both his hands on her while looking up to him.

"Finn, I'm not going anywhere. I love you. I really love you. I want to grow old with you, have your baby, well maybe two is fine, no more. Anyway, what I mean to tell you is that this is it. We are together now, and nothing, no one will ever come between us." Truth. She was definitely telling the truth, this was it, she would not change her mind ever.

"But Rachel, it's just that…. Damn, I hate that you are a mind reader. Not really hate, wrong word, but it's just damned spooky! I just want to formalize all that you're telling me. Is that bad, to want to sign that paper?" Finn replied.

"No, of course not. And I'll try my best not to spook you with my still emerging psychic abilities in the future. But I don't see the problem with waiting, it's not that I don't want to be married to you, it's that my dads want this humungous wedding and I don't have time for that right now, I need to focus on my play and you need to focus on your work too… But if signing a paper is so important to you, we can do a post-it marriage like on Grey's Anatomy…"

"What?" Finn said looking frustrated and confused. "What are you talking about post-its?"

Rachel now kissed his hands and gave him the sad puppy look.

"Forget it baby, I know that you don't watch much TV. If it's that important to you, let's just elope, not tell anyone, and we'll have the big wedding brouhaha later. I love you, and I it is my mission in life to make you happy." Now she was giving him a 100 watts smile. Finn melted right then and there.

"Really, you're willing to marry me now, it's just the wedding planning that's stopping you?" He still couldn't believe nor process what she was saying. He suddenly felt like a desperate chick giving an ultimatum.

"Yes, Finn, let's get married now, tomorrow, whenever. We just can tell anyone or my dads will certainly kill me before killing themselves! You know how they are, if they found out that they weren't invited to the ceremony, they would die of sorrow…"

Finn held her tightly. He would not become a desperate chick. It was fine like that, she was right. As long as he knew she was into this as much as he, he was okay. That, and he didn't wanted be eaten alive by Rachel's dads. He knew very well where Rachel got her dramatic streak.

"You know, you're right. We can wait, I don't want to upset anyone by doing this secretely. We'll wait." he said. "Now, what the hell were you talking about post-its?..."

And that was the end of their discussion.

The wedding took place a year and a half later, on New York, of course.

Rachel never suspected Shelby would be so involved, in fact, she turned wedding planner extraordinaire, and ran everything with the same presicion and discipline she ran Vocal Adrenaline. Mr. Shue (it was still akward for her to call him Will even thoug he was married to her mom now) had taken a year off McKinley to star on a local production of Le Mis, and had left the glee club on the very capable hands of a now famous Mercedes, who had come in third place in American Idol a year ago. She always thought she wanted to be a superstar but she actually hated loosing her privacy and having to withstand all sort of gossip and criticism from everyone, so had gone back to Lima and had worked for a year with Mr. Shue, and surely enough they won Nationals again. Mercedes found a new love in coaching, and she made sure her kids worked their asses off, she was a natural. Now Mr. Shue was alternating between the play and Beth, since Shelby was always busy with all the wedding stuff.

It was a BIG wedding, Rachel was now well recognized after she won a Tony for best performance by a leading actress on a musical, so People Magazine wanted to feature it exclusively, they were even going to pay them for it, enough money to cover the entire wedding! So Shelby and Rachel's dads went all out.

Of course, money was no object for Finn and Rachel. She earned good money in Broadway, even more after the Tony, and Finn made even more. After he moved to New York, hauling all his belongings packed tight on his Prius, which he still used, he was offered various gigs, and he was paid extremely well to do back up drums in case the drummer of a big, super famous band wasn't able to play. He was on call constantly but had never appeared on a show, although they used him on their last record, and his name was included on the back cover in tiny print.

Six hundred people were invited to the wedding, which was to be held on the beach front property of her director in the Hamptons, a house that was more like a resort. Even though Rachel wanted an open air ceremony in Central Park, everyone else insisted that wedding pictures with the ocean as background were better, and Rachel had conceded. After all, she just wanted to get married, she didn't care if it was in City Hall or the Hamptons.

She was eerily calm on the days before the wedding. So everyone was freaking out that she was so calm, something had to be wrong with her.

"What's up with you, girl, I thought you would be a bridezilla from hell!" Mercedes said on her bachelorette party. Only a bunch of friends, including Shelby had gone to the city to celebrate Rachel's last night of being single, although she had felt un-single ever since Finn moved inn. She just wanted to go to a very famous Karaoke bar and sing her lungs out and get a little drunk.

"How come you're so calm, honey? I'm freaking out here and there you are just so cool and composed, I just don't understand, help me out here, please!" Shelby said while the first round of drinks was being served. Rachel took a sip of her pomegranate martini (she liked sweet, girly, gay drinks) before responding.

"Well, I don't wasn't to sound corny, but I'm really sure of what I'm doing, I love him, he loves me, and we're happy, so I don't see the need to freak out or get nervous."

Tina, who along with Mercedes had her first drink in the hotel and was a little too happy already blurted out "But Rachel, you and Finn are like, sooooo different! Don't get me wrong here, I love Finn, I loooove Finn, you know that, and yes you belong together, but you are so different…"

Rachel finished her drink in one big gulp before answering.

"I know, we are different, but I actually like that. It would be so boring to like the same things, to watch the same TV programs, to listen to the same music, read the same books… We'd had nothing to talk about! Yuck, I cannot imagine living like that, our differences are what make our relationship work, what makes it interesting!" Lie. Sometimes Finn exasperated her, he knew little of all the things she liked, and she hated having to explain everything to him like he was a little boy. But that was ok with her. What he lacked in musical and theater knowledge he made up so charmingly, it was really ok. And she loved him. She knew exactly who he was when he proposed and she never pretended to change him. He was who he was and she loved him like that. A pizza and beer guy, but he was hers. Completely. She never doubted him for a second, she knew he was loyal and faithful to her. She knew he would never turn to Mr. Hyde or break her heart, she felt unconditionally loved. And that was good enough for her.

"And the sex is awesome!" she added blushing. Truth. Finn was very good. Very very good.

Two hours and several drinks later, Rachel was singing "Don't Rain on my Parade" and channeling her inner Barbra to perfection, and everyone on the bar was cheering and applauding and asking for more. Alcohol had turn them all, including Shelby and Kurt into divas, and they all took they turn at the mic. All of them were spectacular, and suddenly the bar was full to capacity, and the crowd turned into the divas' adoring fans, especially Rachels'. They were frantic, and the divas loved it.

They all sang "Don't Stop Believing", "Don't let the Sun go Down on Me", "Hotel California", "Paradise by the Dashboard Light", "American Pie" and the ABBA medley that had won Nationals on their senior year.

Rachel was wasted. She lost count of the martinis she had downed, not to mention all the group shots they had done. And suddenly she started freaking out.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I'm getting married. What the fuck am I doing, oh my gooooood!". Rachel was cursing. Now Shelby was worried. Shelby just got to the restroom to answer a phone call when Rachel busted in dramatically.

"Sweetie was going on?" she said, putting the phone aside and her hands on her daughter's shoulders. "Look at me Rachel, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Everything!. This is insane mom, insane! I'm gonna marry Finn and be with him FOREVER, FOREVER! FINN HUDSON! I'm going to be Rachel Berry Hudson, that doesn't even sound right does it? Finn is great you know, he is a good guy who watches too much football, but he is good to me mom. He loves me. But forever? Oh my god! What the hell am I doing!" Rachel said now bursting into tears.

"Oh baby, come over here" Shelby was now holding her sobbing daughter and stroking he hair.

"I hate myself so much, I'm disgusting! I'm a horrible, horrible person" Rachel said between whimpers.

Once the sobs subsided a little, she asked her "Sweetie, what is REALLY going on?"

"I'm a horrible person 'cuz I'm about to get married to the love of my life and I can't stop thinking of him, mom, all those cheesy songs were for him, mom… After all this years I still want to be with him, to hear his voice, to hold him, feel his touch, smell his hair…" She was no longer crying, she was now pensively looking at the floor now.

"Of course you will honey, and it's perfectly normal to feel that way, that's why you are getting married. Why are you saying that you are horrible person? I don't understand…"

"Not him, mom, I'm not talking about Finn" Rachel interrupted calmly and looking suddenly sober.

"It's Jesse… Jesse… I wish I was with Jesse..." whispered Rachel before loudly emptying the contents of her stomach all over the floor, soiling her and Shelby's shoes on the way.

"Take me home now, I wanna be home" Rachel said.

Shelby was astonished as she walked Rachel out of the restroom, she could not believe her ears. Rachel still had feelings for Jesse? No way, she was sure she was over him! She just hoped that it was the alcohol talking and her daughter wouldn't remember her drunk ramblings the next day. She was sure she would not remember a thing.

And then she remembered. She had already answered her phone when Rachel got there, and she just left the phone on the side of the sink. She panicked, and silently hoped she had hung up before all of Rachel's drunken drama unfolded. She ran to the restroom, and thankfully her phone was still there, and the call had ended. She checked the last call. "Crap" she said to herself. The call had lasted seven minutes and forty two seconds. He heard everything. Jesse had heard everything.

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