Chapter 4

In this story, Finn is only courting Rachel and their not preparing for their wedding. The dinner didn't happen, but they came in together, because Finn asked Rachel out to this date.

"Here, I ordered you a cocktail" she said and gestured the glass with a mini umbrella on it, "I hope sex in the sunset is okay?" she asked. The drink was pineapple with amaretto cherries concoction, I actually like this one.

"Oooh.. You know… I love myself some cherries" I winked at her taking out the cherry and popping it to my mouth while holding into the stock, you'd think I'm speaking with a guy with all that flirty gesture. Rachel had a full blown giggle swatting my arm along the way "Quiiiiinnnnieee…" she said. She was holding up my arm whilst pinching it a little.

"Someone started drinking without me." I teased her. "You're kind of tipsy already, aren't you?" I asked. She blushed profusely and just giggled. "Well, you have to hold that off and wait for me" I took her other hand and shook it. She just nodded and tucks a piece of her hair to her ear.

We were just drinking and laughing and there may have been a few friendly touches, the next thing I know, she was too close to me already I can practically smell her shampoo.

"Strawberries" I blurted out. "Huh? I'm sorry what?" she asked.

"Your hair smellsssss soooo good" I cooed. She smiled and looked so red, I wasn't sure if it was because of the alcohol or her blushing. I came closer and sniffed her head and inevitably kissed her head, well actually my lips touched the top of it.

"I love strawberries, its scent, taste, how it looks like, I love them." I said. And the next thing I know is having her practically on top of me.

"Hey you two, what are you doing?" Finn came in and interrupted our bantering.

"What did I tell about us coming here together?" Rachel said whilst slurring. "Nothing, you just said we'll come in together." Finn explained. "Exactly" she poked his chest and stared somewhat angrily at him. "We just came in together, so shoo! Quinnie and I here are talking." Rachel was poking at him rather hardly.

Finn had that dumbfounded look in his face. "Rach" I took her hand, the one poking Finn and urged her to look at me, but she wasn't budging. "Hey, honey, look at me" and that seemed to have caught her eye. "Leave Finn alone, he's got it, he'll go now" I looked at Finn and nodded for him to go "Aren't you going already, right Finny boo?" and he smiled confusingly but nonetheless waved goodbye.

Rachel shook my hand away from her and faced the bar. I was thinking, what was that about? Rachel had her attention in getting a bartender tends to her order.

"Hey Mr. Bartender!"

"And he's gone…" Finn left a few minutes ago, and she still hasn't looked at me, and was intentionally ignoring my teasing nudges. I was wondering why, didn't I had Finn banished for the moment already?

"Hey, garçon!" she tried again; waiving her hand rather annoyed when a guy came and asked what she needed. "Give me a stack of tequila shots please" she said with a haunting smile.

"Wait, what?" I asked. "Rach! Hey!" I shook her a little. "What Quinn?!" she snapped. I was a little shock that I didn't notice that I took a step back. Rachel looked so hurt, tears welled her eyes. What did I do? I tried recalling our conversations and I couldn't put a finger on what made her this upset.

She stared at me willing her tears to not fall. "You still have feelings for Finn" she said, spatting the words at me. "You never got over Finn" she said rhetorically. I was speechless; this is why she's mad? I couldn't say anything back; I just stared at her unblinkingly.

My silence seemed to have answered all that she's thrown at me that Rachel started drinking the shots without hesitation. "Knew it!" she spat yet again.

"I…" I started; she looked at me with heated gaze. I swallowed, her gaze, it made me feel guilty to the gut and I don't even know what I am guilty about. "I'm not" I started, "I…" a pause. "I don't have feelings for Finn anymore." I looked at Rach so earnestly, begging her to believe me.

She freaking scoffs. I stepped forward, closer to her, holding her face "I don't" I said so earnestly she shied away. I couldn't let her not know. She needed to know I am over Finn, it was so important for me at that moment for her to know that it's true. "Hey, look at me hon; I don't have feelings for Finn. Honest." I told her with a smile, because I can feel like I am getting to her.

"Why would you think I still do, anyway?" I just had to ask.

"Because…" she spoke, voice so little, "you called him "Finnie boo"" she rambled incoherently. "Like you used to, when you two were together" I just had to laugh but I was quick to appease her.

"Habit. That's all there is Rach. No need to worry." I told her and she smiled genuinely. "Besides, you don't have to worry about Finn and I. He is all yours honey." I added playfully.

She frowned and there it is again, my worry that I upset her, but for the life of me I don't know what it's about. "It's…" she said. "It's not that." She said and just took two tequila shots and handed the other to me. I took it from her ready to drink it, "A toast." she prompted, stopping me from taking the drink.

"To you and I, Quinn! Cheers!" she winks before taking the shot like there's no tomorrow, I followed suite.