A/N: someone pm'ed me and told me I shouldn't write finchel and quick. They felt as though I wasn't capturing them nicely. So if that's the case I guess I can take them out of this. The person was very respectful and gave me their honest opinion which I love so I wasn't upset. If you think I should take them out as well let me know and I will. Thanks :)


These are the real housewives of glee!

(Cut to Rachel berry Hudson and Finnegan Hudson)

Rachel rushes to the hospital where Finn is. All the information she has is that her husband was in an accident. Rachel hurries to the front desk and starts talking to the clerk.

Clerk: can I help you ma'am?

Rachel: yes I'm Finn Hudson's wife... The hospital informed me that he was in an accident?

Clerk (looking through the computer): he's in intensive care, 3rd floor room 205.

Rachel: thank you!

Rachel quickly gets upstairs and finds room 205. Her heart races as she enters it but she is relieved to find Finn there sitting on the bed, in a hospital gown nothing but minor scrapes and a cast on his arm.

Rachel (runs to Finn): finny! I'm so glad you're ok! (She hugs him)

Finn: (hugs her back, smelling her hair) Rachel... Oh my god Rachel... I'm so sorry... I'm so fucking sorry!

Rachel (pulling away): why are you apologizing? Finn... I love you. No need to apologize. We've had fights before... It's over now. I just can't believe I almost lost you!

Finn: Rachel... No. You don't understand, you were right! About everything. I'm so... Damaged. (Finn starts sobbing)

Rachel: (hugs him again) Finn... Look, everything is going to be perfectly fine. I'm gonna get you home and we will get through this together.

Finn (pulls her away to look into her eyes): Rachel you don't get it! I should've listened to you. Remember what happened last time I got drunk?

Rachel :( looks at the camera) Finn... I thought you said we weren't going to discuss it front of the cameras?

Finn: I don't give a shit! What I did before pales in comparison to what happened today!

Rachel: Finn, what happened? It looks to me like you are fine.

Finn: I... I am fine. I was driving today trying to get the alcohol out of my system. I wasn't paying attention so I swerved a bit and I hit this woman...

Rachel :( distraught) oh god Finn... Please tell me you didn't...

Finn: I don't know! They won't tell me anything. We were brought in together and I was unconscious When I asked about her they said they were still doing surgery. What if she dies Rachel? What if she dies and I'm responsible? (Sobs louder)

Rachel reaches over to grab her husband and she holds him tight to her chest. (Finn sobs into her sweater.)

Finn: I don't know what to do Rachel... She could be a mother! Or... Or a wife, or someone's grandmother for Christ sake! And if she dies it will be all my fault.

Rachel: it's ok Finn. I'm here, and I promise you, we will get through this together.

Rachel (interview):Yes, Finn has his demons but every great man is flawed somehow. But I won't give up on him. He's my husband and I love him. We need each other now more than ever.


(Cut to Quinn Fabray)

Quinn took her two boys to soccer practice and then went out for some retail therapy. She was looking at some cute dresses in a designer boutique when she noticed the cashier was watching her. Quinn goes over to counter to buy three dresses she picked out.

Cashier: and how will you be paying for these?

Quinn: credit card. (Quinn hands it to her)

Cashier :( swiping the card, looking at Quinn in wonder) you're so... So beautiful. Do you know that?

Quinn :( smiling) Thank you.

Cashier: Are you married? Or famous? I'm sure I've seen you before.

Quinn: I'm not famous, but I am married. My husband is a football player... Noah

Cashier: (cutting her off) Puckerman? Noah Puckerman is your husband?

Quinn :( curiously) yes. Are you a fan of football?

Cashier: Something like that... (Looks down)

Quinn: well... It's always nice to meet fans. Even when Noah's not here, just you wait, I'll tell him you know who he is and he'll be back flipping. To say that man has a big head is an understatement! (Laughing)

Cashier: oh... No need, He already knows who I am...

Quinn: I'm sorry? what's that supposed to mean?

Cashier: What do you think it means Mrs. Puckerman? (Crossing her arms)

Quinn: Excuse me? I don't know who you are but I'm not a mind reader. So either you tell me what you mean or I'll call Noah and ask him personally.

Cashier :( laughing) I would love for you to call him. Call him and tell him "Dianna" said hello. He'll know exactly who you're talking about.

Quinn :( coming to a realization) Are you... Are you the whore whose been calling my house threating me and my family?

Dianna: I'm not admitting to anything. (Laughing) that doesn't sound like me.

Quinn :( growing angry, whispering to her) listen to me you stupid bitch...

Quinn's phone starts to ring. She takes her eyes off of Dianna for a second to answer it.

Noah: hey babe... Where are you?

Quinn: I'm just at a store. I'll be home soon I promise!

Noah: ok. Don't worry about the kids ok? Daddy's picking them up today!

Quinn: (coldly) Fine Noah. See you at home.

Quinn hangs up and looks around, only to find Dianna has gone and a new clerk is standing at the register. Quinn takes one more look around before grabbing her bags and leaving.

Quinn: (interview)Am I pissed? What the hell do you think? I apologize to Santana in advance for this, but I'm about to go All Lima Heights on Puck's ass. And then I'll deal with his whore. Nobody messes with Quinn Fabray's family and gets away with it.


(Cut to Santana Lopez)

Santana gets off the plane and goes straight to the hotel her wife is staying at. Brittany doesn't know she's coming so Santana thought it would be best to surprise her.

Santana: (knocking on Brittany's door) Room service!

Brittany :( opening it) I didn't order room- OH MY GOSH BABE!

(Brittany proceeds to hug the life outta Santana. Santana drops her bags and wraps her arms around her waist)

Santana: Britt's... You're choking me.

Brittany :( releasing her and pulling her into the room) I'm sorry it's just I haven't seen you in forever! I miss you soo much! (Kisses her)

Santana (kisses her back) Britt's... We needs to stop before I get turned on and then there will be no stopping me from ravishing you.

Brittany :( between Tongue kisses) would that be such a bad thing?

Brittany pulls Santana in closer and they both fall back onto the bed. Things get heated, clothes come off and soon they were both topless, kissing each other like it's the last time. Santana reaches into Brittany's small shorts when a knock happens on the door.

Santana: don't answer it... (Kisses her neck)

Brittany :( moaning) I have too... It could my personal assistant with my schedule for today.

Brittany puts her tank top back on and blows a kiss to Santana and then opens the door. Her personal assistant Alexander is there with flowers and her schedule for the day. Without asking he invites himself in and then sees a topless Santana lying on Brittany's bed.

Alex: Oh... I didn't know you had umm... Company. (Trying not to stare at Santana's boobs)

Brittany: (smiling at her wife) Oh yeah... Well I didn't know either, she just kinda... Surprised me.

Alex: well umm... It's nice to meet you umm...

(Santana gets up and walks towards him. She stands in front of him, with no shirt on, extending her hand out)

Santana: I'm Santana. Brittany's wife.

Alex: (releasing her hold then wiping his hand on his shirt) right. You're the wife...

Santana: (coming to a realization) and you must be... Mr. Anonymous? Right?

Alex :( to Brittany) umm Brittany I have to go. I'll put your schedule on the table and leave you two alone... Nice to meet you Brittany's wife.

Santana: the pleasure is ALL mine, Alex. (Smirking)

(Alex leaves and Brittany smiles and throws her shirt back to the ground, making her way towards Santana)

Santana: who the hell is that guy?

Brittany :( kissing her spot) does that really matter right now?

Santana :( moaning) Hell. No.

Santana: (interview)he has no chance. None! (Laughing loudly) but I'm always up for a challenge. So... Game on bitches. Game on.


(Cut to Tina Cohen Chang)

Tina goes to work, tired and hormonal. She teaches kids about theater and is a vocal coach. She loves her job, and her kids, and lately she's been regressing more into it, because her marriage isn't doing so well. Once work is done Tina waits with some of the kids whose parents come late to pick them up. Today she was waiting with a new girl, who just got into her group. Her name was Apple and Tina could tell she was mixed. African American and Asian? Tina couldn't put her finger on it.

Tina: So apple, while we wait, you wanna tell me how are you liking the class so far?

Apple: It's ok. You're a great teacher Ms. Chang. I'm glad my father talked me into this.

Tina: Your father huh? Not your mom?

Apple: (sighing) no... My mom thinks theater is for losers. But my dad is a dancer and he loves the stage. He says I'm his little star!

Tina: that's so weird! My husband's a dancer. He was the one who convinced me of opening this place...

Before Apple could reply a tall familiar woman came through the door. Tina quickly recognized the woman. It was the same woman her and mike had been arguing about for weeks. Olive.

Olive: I know! I know! I'm late. I'm sorry.

Apple: mommy! (Hugs her)

Tina: (confused) mommy?

Olive: thank you for staying with her... You ready to go hunny?

Tina: wait... you're her mother?

Olive :( light laughter) yes. Yes I am.

Tins felt like her walls were closing in as she came to realizations. Olive was a mom... Her daughter was in her class... Her daughter is a mixed race and her father is a dancer! "That bastard cheated on me and had a secret kid?" Tina thought.

(Olive looks at Tina suspiciously)

Olive: hey... You look familiar... Do we know each other from somewhere?

Tina; (back tracking) what? No. How could you know me? We just met.

Olive: oh... My mistake then. Come on sweetie. We gotta go.

Tina :( interview)I am going to kill Mike Chang! I mean how dare he! How fucking dare he?


(Cut to the Evans' home)

Mercedes comes in from studio. She's tired, stressed and hungry. She goes to the fridge and takes out some grapes and starts eating a couple. She closes the fridge back to see her husband Sam standing there with a cold, blank stare. Mercedes wondered if he was alright.

Mercedes: Sam... Are you ok?

Sam: you tell me. Are you ok?

Mercedes: I'm okay. (Kisses his lips)I'm just beat.

Sam: (nonchalantly) ok well guess what? I ordered food! Our favorite, lasagna!

Mercedes: oh Sam... That's sweet but I... I'm not hungry. (Gets up and goes to the couch)

Sam: you're not hungry?

Mercedes :( lying her ass off) No... I already ate so much at the studio I guess it ruined my appetite.

Sam: (not believing a word she is saying) Really?

Mercedes: Yep.

Sam: That's so weird... Seeing as though I had your assistant give me updates on you all day, and not once did she say you ate something that wasn't salad.

Mercedes: why the hell would you do that?

Sam: because Kurt called me Mercedes. He told me everything. How you agreed to lose fifty fucking pounds for a stupid album... And you didn't think about telling me first?

Mercedes: (standing up) Sam... This has nothing to do with you. It's just business. You know how these things work.

Sam: (getting angry) No! It's not just business. And I won't let you do this to yourself! You're fucking beautiful. And I have half a mind to go down to that bullshit label and punch each and every one of those asshats who think otherwise!

Mercedes: Sam calm down. It's not serious, it's just weight. I'll still be sexy... I'll still be me.

Sam: you'll be you... But you won't be happy. Mercy how long have we known each other? How long did it take for you to finally realize that I love you just the way you are?

Mercedes :( biting her lip) a while... But Sam, this isn't about us. This is about me and what I need to do to succeed.

Sam: so you're saying that whatever you do doesn't concern me? Because I have a marriage license refuting that.

Mercedes was getting more and more frustrated by the minute. She was angry that Kurt told Sam, and even angrier that Sam wasn't supportive.

Mercedes: I'm not saying that! Damnit Sam would you stop putting words into my mouth?

Sam: So now I'm putting words into your mouth? Did you not just say that this is all about YOU and not us?

Mercedes: yes but-

Sam :( cutting her off) So you admit it!

Mercedes (visibly angry) Sam I want to talk to you logically but my patience is running thin... And you're not letting me speak.

Sam: Yeah? Well so is mine. So I'll say one last thing then I'll go away. I don't want you to do this. Mercedes, you will lose yourself…

Mercedes (sighing) It's just 50 pounds Sam. I'll still be your wife, I'll still be Mercedes. Just healthier, like... Mercedes 2.0!

Sam tucked his head down and just nodded. He knew that there was no way of talking her out of this. No matter how badly he wanted to.
She pulled him in to her and laid her head on his chest. Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and sighed.

Mercedes: (looking into his eyes) why are we arguing... You leave in 5 days we should be making love. Not fighting.

Sam: we are arguing because I love you. And I'm not ok with Mercedes.

Mercedes: I know.

Sam: And I never will be.

Mercedes: I know.

Sam: And I know that I can't talk you out of this... Can I?

(Mercedes shook her head)

Sam: Fine... But you should know that you're beautiful Mercedes. On the outside and inside. Nothing about you isn't perfect. And if the people at the label or fuck it! Anybody in the entire world can't see that, then they're idiots. You shouldn't have to change who you are for other people. People should adjust to you. You're the talent. Not the other way around.

Mercedes: (through tears and realizations) Sammy did I mention how much I love you?

Sam (laughing, wiping away her tears) Oh god Mercedes, you haven't called me Sammy in years.

Mercedes: I thought you liked it when I called you Sammy? (Whispering in his ear) you said it turns you on... Remember?

Sam: You're trying to distract me with sex, Mercedes. You're not slick.

Mercedes: (kissing his neck) Is it working?

Sam: (moaning) Mercedes... If you keep doing that I won't be able to stop what happens next and we still need to talk-

(Mercedes cuts him off and pushes her husband against the wall she kisses his neck and collar bone slowly. Sam latches on to her ass quickly. They both forget that the cameras are even there. The tables turn and Mercedes is the one on the wall. Sam uses his hands to pin her to the wall by her wrists.)

Mercedes: (giggling) Sam what are you doing?

Sam: Well since talking didn't change your mind... I figured I'd try a new tactic.

Mercedes: Oh yeah... And what's that?

Sam: (with authority) Oh... You'll see. Go upstairs. I have to get something from the fridge then I'll be right up.

(Sam releases her and Mercedes runs upstairs, not before Sam slaps her ass. He goes to the fridge and gets out fruits, chocolate sauce and whipped cream)

Mercedes :( interview) Sam definitely has a way with... Everything. I'm not completely changing my mind, but he did make me see the light, more than once last night. (Laughing)


Next chapter: Rachel comforts Finn, Quinn and Puck get into a heated fight, Santana has a chat with Alex, Tina confronts Mike, and Mercedes and Sam have a night out.