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Chapter 4 – August 2017
"Are you going in that dress?" Finn asked from the couch in the living room as he saw Rachel emerging out of the bedroom wearing her casual outfits. "Not that I don't like what you're wearing though."
"Oh, this?" Rachel looked down at her sleeveless navy blue mod shift mini dress with a pair of black flat shoes. "I'm gonna change at Santana's and Brit's," she said making her way into the bathroom.
"What're you wearing for the party then?" Finn casually asked.
"I'm not gonna tell you right now," she poked her head out of the bathroom door. "You'll see after coming home. Or I might be sending a picture as a sneak peek if I feel like it," she retracted her head to resume her make up. "So," she yelled, "what are you guys going to do tonight?
"Maybe at Sam's bar?" Finn responded fiddling with his cell phone. "When exactly will the party get started?" he shouted in the bathroom direction.
"Ten," Rachel yelled back. "Oh, Gosh, it's already that time!" she checked the time which indicated past 7:30 pm. She rushed out of the bathroom into the bedroom again to grab her purse. "I have to go," she announced as she got out of the bedroom again before approaching Finn on the couch to give him a kiss.
"Okay," Finn pulled her onto his lap gripping her waist tightly trying to prolong her time before leaving. "So, I'll pick you up at Santana's at 11 am tomorrow?"
"You don't have to," Rachel said wrapping her arms around his neck.
"But I want to," Finn nuzzled his face in her neck. "Besides, I'm pretty sure that you'll be getting wasted and suffering from hangover next morning," Finn pointed out. "Someone has to take care of you. So see you tomorrow at 11?" he said tilting his head up to see Rachel.
Rachel nodded. "See you then," she cradled his face in her both hands placing her lips on his again. "Love you," she kissed him once again, "and thank you."
"Love you, too," Finn squeezed her butt before she could climb out of his lap completely. "Have fun."
As soon as Rachel closed the front door shut, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Puck's number. "Dude, are you sure that we'll go there at 1 am? Rachel said that the party gets started at 10."
"Relax, Huds. The party consists of three parts. We're gonna be there for the final part. That's the plan. Don't worry. I already arranged that the workers of aspiring actors got another job so that all we can do is to go there before 1 am."
"Alright, then see you at Sam's at 10."
Rachel hesitantly emerged out of the bathroom in Santana-Brittany household after changing into a white bridal babydoll lingerie, inside of it wearing white lacy bra and also lacy cheeky panty with a garter belt and thigh high white stockings. She stood in the middle of the living room shifting uncomfortably. She glanced over at the other girls who all had been waiting for her.
Rachel had to stand out in the sea and be sort of a princess since she was the bride (being a princess part was that actually Rachel had demanded). That was, she was wearing white costume among the others in black or red BDSM costume and a silver crown with lots of Zirconia beads was placed on top of her head.
Mercedes was wearing black one inspired by Frank-N-Furter from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Kitty a black latex catsuit. Brittany's costume was similar to what Byoncé had worn at Super Bowl halftime show in 2013. Santana a faux leather tight fit bustier mini dress exposed the both sides of the body, peeked out a garter belt from the hem of the dress. Tina a goth-inspired long dress with a slave collar with a long metal chain. Quinn a BDSM-ish middle length red lingerie dress with fish net stockings.
And Kurt.
"Where's Kurt?" Rachel asked.
As if on cue, soft knocks came from the front door. Santana immediately got the door, only to find Kurt, who had decided to shop his own costume alone, standing there wearing riding clothes.
"What the fuck, Hummel?" Santana screeched. "Didn't you listen to me at all? Hello? The theme is BDSM!"
"I'm gay, but not living on the Christopher Street. Thank you very much. Besides, look," Kurt held up his riding crop. "I'm not completely disregarding the theme. Imagination is an important factor when it comes to sex."
"Fine, whatever," Santana rolled her eyes before turning around. "Alright, guys. Grab your coats. We gotta go."
The bachelorette party was divided into three parts. The first one was Rachel's and her friends' performance because most of them were actually performers. They performed several songs from Chicago and Cabaret. Rachel even showed off her pole-dancing skill, which she had been trained by Brittany for a couple of days before the party, and earned a big round of applause from the audience.
Satisfied, Rachel plopped down on a chair in the last row from the stage.
"Now we gotta toast!" Santana called out from behind, a few bottles of Casa de Luna in her hands, Brittany who was having shot glasses, limes, and salt on the tray in tow.
By the time the second part of the show started, Rachel got intoxicated enough to not get so shocked or wince at the performances of the people on stage between same sexes, let alone man and woman (yet without actual sexual intercourse). She even giggled while Kurt was filming the stage repeatedly saying 'Oh my Babra' (not that she noticed it). Yep, she got totally drunk.
"Berry, there's a souvenir stand over there," Santana whispered in her ear pointed to the stand with her forefinger. "Why don't you get some for the wedding night?"
"Oh, really? Can I have handcuffs with fluffy pink fur? If I purchase them, I want them to be pink! They have to be pink!" Rachel slurred. "You know, Finn's gotten me tied up and blindfolded once or twice with his ties to explore my whole body before, and he loooved it. So he would looove to handcuff me too."
"Interesting," Santana shared a look with the other girls before smirking. "What exactly did he do while you were blindfolded, Rachel?"
"Hmm?" Rachel tilted her head to see the Latina pouring another shot from the tequila bottle.
"What did Finn do while you were blindfolded?" Tina repeated trying her best to suppress her giggling.
"He counted my moles," Rachel giggled oblivious to her remark recorded by the video camera Kurt was holding. "All over my body. I have 17 moles, the one very very very close to my vagina included! Yay!" Rachel's arms flew up in the air. "Finn's favorite is the one in my left armpit. See?" she pointed the aforementioned spot with the forefinger of her right hand. "This one," she grinned looking over the girls continuing to blab. "And Finn looooves to suck it when he's in a very romantic mood."
"The one very very very close to your vagina too?" Santana encouraged.
"Hmm-hmm," Rachel nodded, chewing a piece of lime, her eyes already half-closed. Then she took a swig another shot of tequila before licking salt from her hand. "Because nobody could ever count my moles like Finn. It's Finn's thing. Our things, actually. Because I counted Finn's too when I shaved his pubes. And you know what? Finn has 34 moles, twice as many as mine."
"Where is your favorite?" Tina asked, now giggling furiously.
Rachel joined Tina's giggling before placing the side of her head to the table. "My favorite?" she said lifting her head to see the girls. "I found the one under his penis and it became his and my favorite," she purred in a drunken state. "He loooves me to lick it."
Santana poured another shot for Rachel. "Drink it, Berry," she patted her on the back before placing the shot glass in front of her. "You should know that you can be really fun when you're trashed."
"I am funny even when I'm sober," Rachel pouted drinking another shot of tequila Santana had offered nonetheless. "What's next?" she looked forward at the stage with one eye, her crown askew.
"The Full Monty," Mercedes responded.
"Are the strippers wearing the same theme costume? Or following the movie?" Kitty asked eager to witness the guys taking off their clothes as she sat on the chair next to Mercedes.
"The same theme," Santana answered.
"What time exactly it'll get started?" Tina checked the time on her wrist.
"In twenty minutes," Quinn informed.
"I'm going to the ladies room before it's started then," Rachel stumbled a little as she got out of the chair.
"I'll come with you, Rachel," Tina said supporting Rachel by the arm.
"And I'll get handcuffs with pink fur!" Rachel announced clapping her hands before walking out of the floor.
"You guys are late," a 50 something aged guy who seemed a director of the show or something yelled irritably checking the time on the wall as Finn and his friends entered a greenroom from the back door. "Change your clothes in there. Your costume's is in there too," he gestured to the five curtained-off cubicles.
When they were about to make their way over to the cubicles, the old guys stopped them. "Give her the bags," he jerked his chin toward the bag which Finn and the boys were shouldering. "Becky keeps them on your behalf."
"But–"
Before Puck could resist, a tiny girl snatched their bags willy-nilly.
"So many guys who got this job have attempted to steal our costume. That should be never happened. Now go change," the director guy demanded.
Finn and the boys exchanged confused looks before Puck let out a sigh. "Fine," he reluctantly complied.
Once they got in the respective cubicles, they cried out in a chorus.
"What the fuck!?"
"Oh, hell no!"
However, as much as they wanted to run away from this humiliating situation, they couldn't and had to change into the costume which had been prepared for each of them. The old guy and the assistant named Becky were drawing themselves up to their full heights folding their arms across their chest in front of the cubicles along with the demanding words 'Hurry up!' repeatedly.
After several minutes that they had respectively mumbled resentful words toward the Mohawk, each of them nervously opened the curtains.
Artie, who was wearing a pair of tight fitted latex pants and buckled vest, burst into laughter as he saw Puck. The Mohawk was forced to wear a black faux leather cock pouch, studded harness crossing his bare chest, a custodian helmet on her head. "You should be at least happy about having shaved at a men's salon, you fucking asshole," he mocked.
Sam poked his head through the curtain to see Puck before joining Artie laughing. "Of course you have to have it on," he gestured to the police hat.
Puck glared at Artie then at Sam who was wearing gold tight shorts and vest.
Mike, wearing a vinyl body suit with collar, shook his head with a sigh as he stepped out of his cubicle. "How did this happen?" he gave a look at the Mohawk. "You owe us, a lot!"
"Is this party really Rachel's?" Finn asked the director guy as he dreadly emerged out of his cubicle.
"You mean Rachel Berry? Yes it is," the guy confirmed.
Artie did a double take looking at Finn's costume which was a firefighter's jacket over yellow brief boxers with a pair of latex boots and helmet. "Wait," he turned to see the director. "Why is he wearing those? And so is he," he pointed to Sam. "They seem out of place comparing to our costume."
"I told you many guys had tried to steal the costume. A couple of guys actually succeeded. It's kinda makeshift," the director reasoned. "Now go onto the stage. There're another three dancers waiting for you guys to join at the backstage."
"Huh? Stage?" dumbfounded, Finn screeched. "What do you mean by that?"
"Are you saying that you ditched rehearsals?" the director arched his eyebrow. "I won't pay for people who neglect their responsibilities."
"No, we didn't," Puck lied before Finn or the other boys could open their mouth. "But there's some misunderstanding between the agent and us. I'll talk to him," he jerked up his chin toward Finn ignoring a sharp glare from him, "before going on the stage."
"Good. Then go," the old dude demanded. "It'll get started in 5 minutes," with that, the director guys and Becky violently pushed their backs in the direction he had just mentioned.
The boys, especially Finn, Artie and Mike, tried their best to protest to no avail.
"What're we supposed to do in this?" Finn looked down at his own costume once he unwillingly stood in line at the backstage.
"Dance and strip, of course," a young guy in line turned around to answer with a funny face. "What do you think?"
"S-strip?" dumbfounded, Finn choked. He didn't want to strip let alone dance in front of a bunch of women, Rachel's friends included. Besides, he was not good at dancing, and he didn't know the choreography either.
"Oh, no. Fuck no!" Artie frantically shook his head. "I'm not gonna strip, ever! The costume is enough humiliating!"
"Jesus!" Finn held up his hands in the air before pointedly looking at the Mohawk. "Puck! Look what you've done to us!" Finn whisper-shouted accusing. "You're so dead!"
"I did nothing!" Puck shot back. "It's Hummel's fault! We got set up!"
"No, it's all your fucking fault, Puckerman," Sam retorted. Not that he minded dancing and stripping in front of a bunch of girls. He had gotten a job like this in high school to feed his little brother and sister when his father had lost his job.
"Shhh!" another young guy in line admonished at the freaking boys. "In 2 minutes!"
"We didn't even know the choreography," Mike sighed realizing that there was no way in hell for them to get out of this mess.
"It's kinda same as the movie," the other guy in line said nonchalantly. "When did you get this job? I didn't see you guys in rehearsals," he frowned exchanging a look with the other two guys beside him. "Alright. Have you ever seen the movie? The Full Monty? We're gonna strip along with the songs 'Hot Stuff' and 'You Can Leave Your Hat On.'"
Puck shook his head. "Alright, we can do this," he decided preparing himself for the worst.
"But–"
"I'm gonna be in the front row with these three," cutting Finn off, Puck gestured to the three strangers. "So all you have to do is sway in the background. No strip."
"One minute," some assistant director called out to the guys in line. Then the music started.
Oh, God. Finn buried his face in his both hands. He was sure that Rachel would kill him (or Puck more precisely) after they finished this.
All the lightings in the room got turned off at once before the spotlights directed one by one onto the empty stage along with the prelude to 'Hot Stuff.' Then the strippers marched onto the stage from the left. Kurt approached the stage, his video camera still in his hand.
"Oh, my Prada!" Kurt dropped his jaw open when he spotted a familiar figure with a mohawk among the four guys who had stepped onto the stage first. Then he gasped. "What the hell is going on?" he said scandalized as he saw his brother, Mike, Artie and Sam followed the first four guys to stand in the back row.
"Oh my God!" Tina practically jumped on her chair as she saw their significant others on the stage while Santana and Brittany laughed their asses out of their chairs.
"Hummel," Santana called out to Kurt. "Don't drop your camera. Record it all for the rehearsal dinner!" she suggested earning a thumb up from him.
Mercedes and Kitty shared horrified looks before they glanced at Quinn, whose hubby was wearing the most humiliating costume. "Did you know that?" Mercedes cautiously asked.
"No," was the only word Quinn could deliver from her mouth as she rolled her eyes.
As for Rachel, since she got completely dead drunk, she uncontrollably giggled seeing the Mohawk's costume. And she blinked a couple of times as she shifted her gaze from the front row to the back row. "Oh, look!" she stood up from her chair pointing to the guy in a firefighter's jacket with her forefinger. "He looks like my Finny!" she stumbled a little before sauntering to the side of the stage, her shot glass in one hand.
When Rachel got to the edge of the stage, she leaned forward to it tilting her head. "You look like my Finny!" she called out to the guy who was clumsily and awkwardly dancing. "What's your name?" she asked loudly before taking a sip of her eleventh shot of tequila. "I decided! I'm going to marry you too! Oops," she spilled her tequila left in the glass. She looked down at herself and giggled at her own clumsiness cupping her mouth to suppress it.
"Rachel!" Finn whisper-shouted while continuing his awkward dance waving a hand to try to get her to stay away from the stage.
Rachel shot up her head to stare at the firefighter. "How did you know my name? Do I know you? I don't remember where I met you," she pressed the forefinger of her empty hand to her lips thinking. "Well, I don't care," she giggled again before putting her glass on the edge of the stage and stretching her arms out to the guy who looked like Finn. "Pull me up, pull me up!"
Finn sighed as he stopped dancing before getting down out of the stage to drag Rachel into the corner of the room. Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging tightly to his body as soon as he got closer to her.
"Rachel? Rachel?"
"Hmm?" she buried her face into his chest deeply inhaling his sent. "You smell like my Finny too. You smell really good," she said against his chest closing her eyes.
"Rachel?" Finn called again as he perched himself on the nearest chair letting Rachel on his lap. "How many shots have you had?" he asked adjusting her askew crown correctly while trying his best to not think as to how hot she looked in white lingerie.
Rachel started counting with her fingers how many shots she had taken, the audience suddenly roared all at once.
Finn and Rachel shot up their head looking over the venue then at the front row. Finn widened his eyes. Meanwhile, Rachel burst out laughing as she saw the guy who looked alike Puck had just been stripped the cock pouch by the guy next to him. The other boys almost came to a halt of their dancing with shocked expressions when Puck's groin was exposed.
"Oh. My. Babra!" Kurt screamed almost falling backward as he saw Puck's groin. To be more precise, his completely shaved groin. "My eyes, my eyes!" he covered his eyes with one hand, yet never failing to point his camera in Puck's direction.
As for the other girl, Santana, Brittany and Kitty seemed thrilled witnessing Puck's bare dick while Tina and Mercedes were sporting horrified looks on their faces before burying their faces in their hands. And Quinn, seeming somehow pissed off at her husband, folded her arms in front of her chest glaring at Puck.
Finn also covered not his but Rachel's eyes with his hand to make her avoid seeing his best friend's bare dick. However, drunk Rachel violently shrugged his hand off of her eyes.
"Look!" Rachel pointed to the Mohawk. "He has s shaved penis!" she said turning to see the firefighter Finn. "I'm telling you the secret," she leaned closer to him. "I've shaved my fiance's down there. Not that I completely shaved him. I did his testicles and grundle!" she announced with a mischievous grin. "And you know what? I found a mole under his penis–"
"Rachel!" Finn tried in vain to stop her from speaking.
"–and he loved me to lick the mole," Rachel giggled. "And I loved it too. But this is between you and me, okay?" her words were slowly getting incoherent as she closed her eyes. Then she finally fell asleep in his chest.
Finn sighed rubbing her thigh with his hand dropping his head to his chest. Then he lifted up his head to look over the whole room.
Now the music was change to 'You Can Leave Your Hat On.' Puck was still dancing naked along with the three other naked men. Mike, Artie and Sam awkwardly continued their task at hand.
Another four minutes. Another four minutes. Then he could get out of here and take Rachel home.
Finn closed his eyes repeating to himself.
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