The Bar - (Finn)

"Oh no." Santana mumbles, "Oh god no." She looks down to the floor quickly, with a slight look of panic stamped on her face. Finn furrows his eyebrows at his friend.

"What's wrong with you?" He asks, confusion evident on his face. He looks away from the Latina to see the blonde haired girl she had been looking at before walking towards them. "Oh." He says, not even trying to fight his smile. "You're scared, aren't you?" He teases, nudging her lightly.

"Shut up." Santana growls, still avoiding eye contact.

"No, I think it's sweet, really." He says, "It's just, I have never seen you like this before, so excuse me if I am finding this a little funny."

"I swear to god, Finn. One more word." She warns him, Santana throws him one of her best death glares, which has no effect whatsoever on the boy. He knows Santana all too well, meaning he knows that a lot of her threats are empty.

"Hi," a raspy voice says. The two teens snap their attention away from each other and look up at the blonde girl. Finn can't help but think about how different her voice sounds to the way he thought it would from looking at her.

"Hi." Santana replies, her voice is quiet and shy. A way Finn hasn't heard it sound since the very first time he spoke to her all those years ago. Santana is usually filled with so much confidence. It is clear to Finn, that Santana is trying to push away her nerves and come across as casual.

The girl pulls a chair out from under the table, and sits opposite Santana, "I'm Dani." She says, with a beaming smile.

"I'm Santana," she replies, quietly. The two girls turn to look at Finn, Santana gives him a look that says 'please leave'

"Well." Finn says, he stands slowly and grabs his bottle of beer from the table. "I guess, I'll leave you two alone." He starts to walk away, he glances back at Santana and smiles at her, though, she is now too busy talking to Dani to even notice the boy.

Finn looks around the room, searching for somewhere else to sit, most of the tables are full or have been occupied by couples. As he scans the bar, his eyes fall onto another blonde girl, who had been sat with Dani. She looks roughly the same age as him and Santana. He can't help but think how attractive she is. He sighs, and walks towards the blonde, feeling nerves of his own creep up on him. He is only glad Santana doesn't know about it, at least she can't tease him.

Usually, he and Santana are both very confident people. What is it with these girls tonight? He asks himself as he approaches her table.

"Hi." He says, his voice shaking slightly. The blonde girl looks up from her phone.

"Hello." She replies.

"You been abandoned too?" He asks, the girl places her phone down on the table and smiles at him.

"Yeah." She says, with a small nod of her head.

"Do you mind?" He asks, nodding at the empty space beside her.

The girl shakes her head and says, "No be my guest."

Finn smiles at her, and takes the seat beside the girl. He places his drink on the table, and turns to face the blonde. "Some friend, huh?" He asks. Finn nods in the direction of Santana and the other blonde.

"She's not my friend, exactly." The girl says, she starts to pick at the label on her own beer bottle. "She's my sister, and I can't really complain." She explains with a shrug. "I told her to go over there and talk to that girl; she thought she was hot."

Finn widens his eyes at the blonde's words and says, "Wait, Santana's not a lesbian." He looks at the girl with a confused expression on his face.

The blonde widens her hazel eyes, and looks truly mortified at what she has done. "Oh no." She says, "Shit." She mumbles, she looks over to where her sister is sat, and bites her lip, trying to gage the other girls expression.

Finn can't keep a straight face any longer, he feels slightly guilty about the amount of panic he has induced on the girl. "I am totally kidding." He says, trying his best to reassure the girl.

"Seriously?" She asks, "You're joking?" Finn nods his head. The blonde girl clamps a hand over her heart and says, "Thank god." She looks at Finn and shakes her head slightly. "That really wasn't funny." She says.

"I am really sorry." He says, trying his best not to laugh, "I honestly didn't think you'd react this way." He shrugs, "I thought you'd laugh. I thought you'd know I was joking seeing as I left the pair of them to talk."

"No." She says, "For all I knew you'd left them because it was awkward." She takes a deep breath and says.

"No." Finn shakes his head, "I left them because Santana had been saying the same thing about her." He admits.

"You just had me thinking I'd sent my sister right into the dragon's den."

"You kind of have," Finn says in a light hearted manner, managing to get a small smile from the blonde. "I'm Finn, by the way." He says. He holds out his hand to the blonde.

"I'm Quinn," she replies, she takes his hand in hers, and shakes it once. "Seriously though. Never do anything like that to anyone ever again." She says.

"I won't." He says shaking his head, "I promise."

"Good." Quinn says, picking up her beer and taking a long drink out of it. She looks over to where Dani and Santana are sat talking animatedly, she allows herself a small smile at that.

"So," Finn says, "Your sister," his voice snaps Quinn's attention away from the two girls. "Is she older or younger than you?" He asks.

"She's older, by a year." Quinn says.

"Huh." Finn says.

"What?" Quinn asks.

"Nothing, I'd have just put you down as the elder sibling." He says, "I don't know why but you just seem older." He admits.

Quinn quirks an eyebrow at him, "See, a lot of people say that." She says, "And I don't really know if that's a good thing or not." She admits.

"Well it's not a terrible thing." Finn says, "I mean neither of you look particularly old. You both look pretty young." He says.

"Well, good." Quinn says, smiling slightly. "I am glad I look young." She says.

"Why how old are you, like forty?" Finn asks in a mocking tone.

Quinn narrows her eyes at him, and says, "I am thirty-nine actually. How dare you?"

Finn laughs lightly, "Well I apologise for overstepping the line ma'am." He jokes.

"So you should be." She says, turning away from Finn with a small smile. She starts to play with the label on her bottle once again, peeling it away from the glass.

"Am I really that boring?" He asks, a small smile still resides on his lips.

"Yes." She replies in a light hearted manner, she turns to Finn and smirks at him.

"Well, you're blunt. I'll give you that."

"It's the best way to be." Quinn replies with a slight shrug.

Finn laughs and says, "Yeah well maybe you'd be better off talking to Santana."

Quinn smiles, and says, "Thanks but no thanks, I'll leave her for Dani." She jokes, "She's not really my type."

"Well, that's good to know." He says, Quinn quirks one of her eyebrows at him, before turning away. Finn checks the contents of his beer bottle to find it's almost empty, "I'm going to get a drink. Do you want one?" He asks.

Quinn shakes her head, "No. I already have one, but thanks."

"Okay, let me rephrase that," Finn says, "Can I buy you a drink, for when you have finished that one?"

Quinn turns her mouth down in thought, before saying, "Sure, why not?" She flashes him a bright smile.

"Alright, what do you want?" He asks, smiling back at her.

Quinn thinks for a moment, before she shrugs and says, "I'll have whatever you're having, please."

"Okay, I'll be right back." Finn says.

"You can try," Quinn jokes, "But I think you'll be waiting a while."

"I'll manage." Finn says. He smiles at her, and walks away, heading to the bar. He allows himself to glance back at Quinn, from where he is, he can see her drumming her fingers on the table. She bites her lip, before turning her head to face the bar. Her eyes fall onto Finn, she sighs, and turns away from his gaze quickly, turning a light shade of pink. Finn can't help but smile at the girl's reaction. The nerves he had felt earlier had slipped away quickly as he started to talk to her.

Finn walks back to the table, after what seems like a lifetime of waiting in line at the bar, Quinn hadn't been joking about the long wait. Finn holds a small tray in his hand with their drinks on it. Quinn widens her eyes as she sees him, he smiles and sits down next to her, sliding the tray onto the table. "A bottle of beer, and a shot of tequila for you." He says, he places the drinks in front of her.

"Err, thanks." She says with a small amount of apprehension in her voice. She picks up the shot glass and slowly brings it to her mouth.

"You don't have to drink it if you don't want it. Don't feel like you have to." Finn says, he places his empty glass back onto the tray after draining the tequila from it. Quinn rolls her eyes and drains her own glass, placing it on the tray next to Finn's when she's done.

The night passes by quickly, with copious amounts of drinking done by both, Finn and Quinn. The pair of them pay for rounds of drinks alternatively, until Quinn's eyesight becomes blurred, and she refuses any more drinks Finn offers to buy her.

"You don't drink much, do you?" Finn ask in a slightly slurred voice.

Quinn shakes her head mechanically, "No." She admits, she tilts her head onto one side, and says. "Dani and I used to go to house parties all the time when we were both in high school. But that stopped when Dani graduated; I didn't really feel like going to any of them alone." She divulges with a small shrug.

"So, have you and Dani always been close?" Finn asks.

Quinn nods, "Yeah. I mean, this might sound a little corny, but not only is she my sister, but she's my best friend." She admits in a quiet voice, "She has been for eighteen years."

"Wait, you're only eighteen?" Finn asks in a slightly hushed voice, he widens his dark eyes as Quinn bites her lip nervously.

"Yes." She replies with a small nod of her head. "Why?"

Finn shake his head, "No reason, I thought you looked young." Finn says, "But I would have put you closer to twenty is all." He says with a small shrug.

"Oh." Quinn says, she runs a hand through her blonde hair and says, "Well, I'm nearly nineteen." She says with a shrug. She pauses momentarily, before glancing at Finn and saying, "So, how old are you then?"

Finn sighs and says, "I turned nineteen in May."

"Oh." Quinn says. She smiles at Finn. She opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off by Finn saying.

"Oh shit," he looks down at his phone, squinting slightly against the brightness of his screen. His drunkenness doesn't help his case as he tries to read the time.

"What?" Quinn asks.

"I'd better get going." He says, "Santana and I have work tomorrow, and it's getting late. We have to get back to Williamsburg." He says.

"You live in Brooklyn?" Quinn asks.

"Yeah," Finn says, he rolls his eyes slightly, and says. "Anyway, it was really nice talking to you, and thanks, I am glad you were nice enough to let me sit with you. I would have been alone otherwise." He says.

Quinn smiles, and waves her hand dismissively. "Seriously, don't even mention it. I mean, you have saved me from some boredom, too." She says.

"Okay, this is going to be really upfront, even for me, but…" Finn trails of, he starts to fiddle around in his pockets, he pulls out a pen and pulls Quinn's arm closer to him, gently. "Here is my number," he says, feeling the nerves from before creep back into his system.

"Do you tend to carry pens around with you all the time, or just nights out?" Quinn asks.

Finn shakes his head, "No. I always carry them with me, you never know when you're going to need a pen." He says, "Anyway, call me… If you want to." He adds on as an after thought.

Quinn smiles at him and says, "Yeah, I'll think about."

Finn smiles, "Well," he says, "Bye." Finn stands slowly.

"Wait," Quinn says, Finn turns around to face her, he is slightly unbalanced on his feet, and stumbles back into his chair. "You don't mind sending my sister back over here, once you've pulled her away from your friend, well if you can, do you?" She asks, biting her lip slightly.

"I will." He says, he waves once at Quinn before walking back over to Santana, taking as much care as possible so he doesn't fall and embarrass himself in front of Quinn.

He reaches the table he and Santana had originally sat at, and takes note of all of the empty glasses and bottles.

"Hey, Santana," Finn says, he widens his eyes so he can focus on the girl in front of him easier. "Are you ready to go?" He asks, he checks the time once more and says, "We really need to get going."

"Oh." She says, sounding less than impressed. Dani glances up at him, and smiles, her eyes are glazed over, and her cheeks have turned a light shade of pink.

"Hi, again," she says, brightly.

"Hey." Finn replies, there is an awkward silence between the three drunk teens before Finn says, "I think your sister wants you. She told me to send you over." He says, nodding in Quinn's direction.

"Okay." Dani says, she stands slowly, and smiles at Santana. "It was really nice talking to you." She says.

"You too," Santana replies, beaming at the short blonde girl. "You'd better call me." Santana says, with a slight joking tone to her voice.

"I will." Dani assures her before waving and walking away to where he younger sister is sat.

Finn and Santana watch her walk away. "Why did I make the deal with you that I would take no one home with me?" Santana complains. She looks at Finn with a sulky expression on her face.

"Don't be like that," Finn says, "Come on." He grabs hold of her arm, and helps her to her feet. "I know how you get when you are drunk, and it's all fun and games you pretending to be upset, but that's when you seriously start crying." He says.

"That is not true," Santana says.

Finn nods his head and says, "Yeah, sure it's not." In a slightly sardonic manner. He helps Santana walk to the door, the pair of them wave at the two blonde girls who they had spent most of the night with.

Dani waves back by jiggling her fingers, while Quinn waves her hand once.

Finn pushes the door open and helps Santana out into the night air, the cool breeze instantly sends a small chill through Finn's body.

He sits Santana on the curb and says, "I'm getting us a cab." He speaks slowly, trying to form his words properly, and so that highly intoxicated Santana can actually understand him. "So please, just wait here, while I get us a cab."

She looks up at him and says, "Where else am I going to go?"

Finn shrugs, and then turns his back on the brunette, he waves his arms around trying to gain the attention of a cab driver, after around five minutes of trying, Finn finally has some luck.

He helps Santana to her feet, and opens the cab door he climbs in first, and helps Santana in afterwards.

"Is she okay?" The cab driver asks, Santana sits leaning forwards, with her hair covering her face.

"Yeah," Finn lies, The cab driver eyes him suspiciously before driving away from the bar. Finn gives him the address to their Williamsburg apartment.

The ride back to their apartment seems much longer than it actually is, though, most of that is down to the fact Santana kept gagging, and threatening to be sick all the way back to Brooklyn.

As soon as the cab pulls up outside the apartment building Santana jumps out into the open air, Finn pays and thanks the cab driver, before grabbing Santana's arm and helping her into the building.

It takes a long time for the two drunk teens to climb the stairs to the third floor- the elevator has been out of order since Finn and Santana moved in.

"Finn, I really don't feel well," Santana grumbles, as they reach the second floor.

"It's okay." He says, trying to sooth the younger girl. "We are nearly home, and then you can go to bed." He says.

The walk up the stairs of the last floor seems to be the longest. Finn unlocks the door. As soon as the door is open Santana bursts through it, and runs straight for the bathroom. Finn screws his nose up, before walking into the kitchen. He fills two glasses with water, one for him and one for Santana.

Around five minutes later, Santana leaves the bathroom, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You okay?" Finn asks.

Santana nods her head, "Yeah. Just threw up, so I spent most of my time in there brushing my teeth."

Finn chuckles, "Well you will drink ridiculous amounts, no matter how much you like to pretend you can hold your drink. You really can't." He jokes.

"Shut up." She says, Finn holds out one of the glasses of water to her, she snatches it from him and walks away.

Finn drinks his glass of water, and gets himself another before walking into his own room. He places the glass of water on a small space on his bed side table. He checks the time and rolls his eyes. He and Santana have to be in the city again by eight o'clock tomorrow morning.

He stares up at his ceiling, that spins slightly, suddenly regretting his decision to go out drinking with Santana.

Having work early in the morning is bad enough, but working with a hangover is a different story altogether.


Here is chapter four. And Finn and Quinn have met- finally- I hope you like this chapter, I am not really sure how I feel about it. So, reviews would really be appreciated. Let me know what you think, or if you think I could be doing anything better, and I will try to do it.