A:N/ Thank you ALL so so so much for all the support this story has been getting! Y'all have no idea how much all of your reviews, favs, and follows mean to me! So I THANK every single one of you for all of your support and keep on reviewing. Sorry about my inconsistent update schedule, but I have decided that since school starts soon, starting September 1st I'll be updating on Thursday every week. I'll try my best to stick to that but it might change a bit. Although since it is still summer I will be updating far more often than once a week. Also One-Shot prompts, I LOVE LOVE LOVE them! And a big thanks to all of you who read my Author's Notes! Anyways...
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What Happens in New York, Stays in New York
Rachel's first instinct was to check under the covers to make sure she still had her clothes on and thankfully, she was fully clothed. Then she did what any normal person would do in this situation. She fainted.
Finn watched as Rachel fell back onto the floor with a loud thud. He winced and felt sympathetic pain in his own head. His focus then came back to the matter at hand, he was married. And engaged. Finn Hudson was married to his ex-fiancé Rachel Berry, while being engaged to his ex-girlfriend who had become his current fiancé, Quinn Fabray. In simpler terms, Finn was fucked. He looked up at Puck who was utterly confused as he read what Finn guessed was his marriage certificate.
"Dude, what the hell happened?" Puck asked more calmly, than his initial reaction.
"I-I don't remember," Wow, his head hurt like hell.
"How can you possibly be drunk enough to FORGET GETTING MARRIED."
"I don't know, now will you help get Rachel off the floor!" Rachel would be even angrier if she found herself on the floor and he needed her in a good mood if he was going to figure this out.
"Dude you are in some fucked up shit," Puck laughed as he lifted the tiny girl off the floor.
"Don't you dare laugh Puckerman."
Rachel got up and looked at her surroundings. She wasn't in her room, and then the events of the morning had come flooding back to her mind. Finn looked at her as if he was afraid she was going to faint again. She glared at him, gathered her stuff and did one of her infamous "Storm Out's".
"Rach wait!" she heard him call behind her. Who does he think he is?
"Go away Finn."
"You running away isn't going to solve this problem Rachel." She knew he was right so she turned to face him, but kept her mouth shut.
"So we're married.." Finn said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
That made Rachel blow up, she wasn't one to stay quiet anyways. "You think I don't know that Finn!? I LOATHE you, it's practically impossible for you to even comprehend how tragic and abominable this event is! You're an ignorant, oblivious idiot and I spent 8 years, EIGHT YEARS FINN CHRISTOPHER HUDSON, getting over you. And you're engaged to that terrible excuse for a human being Quinn Fabray and she'll commit homicide as soon as she finds out and Oh My GOD what about my LIFE FINN?! I do NOT want to be a DIVORCED woman! There are records of this! My whole image is ruined and I hate you Finn, I Hate you so much."
Rachel was became less angry and more upset as the speech ended. She had tears streaming down her face. She had to stop crying, she wasn't weak, she was Rachel Barbra Berry, but her tears refused to obey her commands.
Finn hated seeing her cry, no matter how much his pride wanted him to say that it was a mutual fault and not entirely his, he just wanted her to stop crying. Finn hated when girls cried, but when Rachel cried he felt as if his heart was being ripped out.
"Well I didn't understand half of that.." That earned a small laugh from Rachel. He wrapped his arms around her and engulfed her in a hug, and she cried into his chest for a few minutes before backing away and looking up at him.
"Finn do you mind if we discuss this tomorrow? I just, I need some time to think. I apologize for yelling at you."
Despite the fact that he wanted her to stay so he could discuss their problem, he understood. He was shocked at how she apologized though. Quinn never apologized and yelled at him all the time, without even the slightest consideration for his feelings.
"Quinn I have wanted this since I was like seven years old! How could you possibly not want me to join the NFL draft?" Finn yelled, he hardly ever raised his voice but he couldn't believe what his girlfriend's reaction had been to what was certainly, the most exciting thing to ever happen to him.
"BECAUSE you won't be home that OFTEN Finn, we live together now and I'd rather not stay at home all the damn time in fact I only came back to this stupid town of Lima FOR YOU and you are so inconsiderate that you'd rather play the stupidest god damn game on the planet! It's either me or football Finn."
Finn nodded at the tiny brunette and she took that as a 'yes' and headed back to her own apartment.
"But seriously man, I know you fuck up all the time but man this, this tops em' all."
Finn sat on the corner of his bed with his head in his hands trying to think of someway out of this, it didn't help that Puck kept reminding him of how big an idiot he was. The first thing he had to do was call Quinn, their wedding was in two weeks so he had to tell her he got a deal or something and had to stay in New York for longer. She was going to be pissed, but he'd rather see 'Pissed at your coming home late when our wedding's in a few weeks Quinn' rather than 'Furious at the fact that your married to your ex-fiancé Quinn'. So he searched his bed for his phone, deciding that extending his time here would make the most sense at the moment. Instead of a black iPhone in a plain black case, he found a white iPhone in a sparkly pink case.
"Shit."
Did the world have something against her? Rachel sat on her bed and glared at the black device she had grabbed instead of her white one. As soon as she'd come out of the shower she had heard a not-so-familiar ringtone. Now she was shooting homicidal glances at the black iPhone while sitting in nothing other than a towel. That was until she heard a knock on her door. She contemplated getting dressed first but it was probably the neighbors dropping by to say they accidentally got her mail.
Rachel opened the door with nothing on except a towel. Finn's cheeks flushed and he couldn't stop his eyes from drifting from her face, and having a conversation wasn't what Little Finn had in mind. Rachel coughed loudly and Finn's gaze shot up to her eyes. He did one of his infamous half-smiles and held out the her phone in the palm of his hand.
Rachel glared at him, walked inside, picked his phone off of her bed and threw it across the hall way until it hit the wall on the other side, then she slammed the door in his face. Out of all the girls he could've accidentally married, Finn had to marry the most uptight, stubborn, and temperamental girl on the planet.
He walked back to his hotel with his hands in his pockets and began to sing softly.
In the time of chimpanzees
I was a monkey
Butane in my veins
So I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs,
Spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights
And put it in neutral
Stock car flaming' with a loser
And the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches,
Sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps saying'
I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding
And a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation
And a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face
With some mace in the dark
Saving' all your food stamps
And burning' down the trailer park
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cuz one's got a weasel
And the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows
And the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
Slap the turkey-neck
And it's hanging' from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef
For the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax
Falling' on a termite
Who's choking' on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soooooooyy...
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
He did some messed up shit in his past life or something cause the world just fucking hated him.
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Song Credit: Loser- BECK.
I was watching Sesame Street the other day (don't question my motives) and they did a PARODY OF GLEE. It was so accurate and I like died laughing, though no little kids would actually understand it... but anyways, if you're bored go look up "Sesame Street: G" on youtube.
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