A/N: I started this story on another account of mine and completely abandoned it- sorry! I re-read it and decided I could take it places; I created the plotline over for it. I decided it'll no longer be drabbles, because my 'drabbles' were actually starting to tell a story; Something I'm not good at writing is drabbles. I'm going to re-upload the first four chapters and then continue the story from there. I hope you enjoy, and if you have any suggestions, please don't hesitate to let me know! Thank you, and remember- reviews are much appreciated!

Metaphors are Important

"Read this," Rachel handed Finn a sheet of paper- which he would use as a fan when she turned her back, "it took me forever. It's my application to a performing arts program in New York and all I had to do was-"

"Fuck," Finn looked down at the paper and back up at Rachel.

"Well," She looked straight at Finn, "All I had to do was not fuck."

He giggled; she rarely cursed, but when she did, he thought it was the cutest thing in the world, "Sorry, Rach. It's too damn hot in here. Do you have an air conditioner?"

"Well...yes." Finn's expression changed to one of relief, "But I'm not turning it on."

"What the fuck? Aren't you hot?" Finn stared at Rachel, not letting out one single pant or one single drop of sweat, "Wait...you're always hot."

Rachel laughed.

"See," Finn laughed, too, "I can use metaphors when I want to."

"Finn," Rachel grabbed his hand, "That is not a metaphor."

"I-I know, I just know how important metaphors are to you so I made a joke. T-that's all." He stuttered and could feel his face turn red.

When Rachel turned around to grab another sheet of paper, Finn whipped out his cell phone and started typing.

Dude, WTF is a metaphor?

He got a response quickly today.

P: That's a short way to say 'I met her before'

F: You've gotta be kidding

P: For realness

Finn just shook his head and ended the conversation there.

"Finn!" He heard a call from the kitchen and found himself sprinting to get there.

"Relax," Rachel stood at the fridge and opened it, "Look what I found."

"Wh-what are you doing?" Finn stuttered at the sight of Rachel dangling a wine cooler near her chest.

"My dad's must've left these in the fridge the last time they had company here," She popped the cap off, "Do you want one?"

"You drink? Since when?" His face grew confused.

He pulled out his phone once more and began to type.

Rachel just pulled out the wine coolers.. what do I do

"Rach," Finn placed his hand on her waist, "You don't drink, stop."

"You drink."

"That's me."

"Finn!"

"Rachel!"

"Look," she grabbed the wine cooler from the counter and threw it in the garbage, "There, you happy?"

"Ecstatic." Finn wasn't lying, "Who are you trying to impress by drinking that shit?"

"W-what makes you-"

"Rach." Finn looked straight into her eyes.

"Finn," Tears started to form in Rachel's right eye, "You told me you loved me, remember? Regionals? You did. I said 'break a leg' and you told me, 'I love you'," she mocked his voice, "Was that just pretend or something? Because if it was I just-"

"Are you telling me I didn't mean that?" Finn grew furious, "I meant it. All three words."

"Then how come you just sit here with me and each time you're just my friend? Huh?" Rachel leaned closer towards his side of the table, "I can't just kiss you or hold your hand or lean my head on your shoulder because that's not what friends do, Finn."

"Who says you couldn't-"

"You tell me you love me, and then you act as if it didn't happen. Finn, like it or not, it happened."

"Like it or not, Rach, I still love you."

She just looked up and smiled. A sigh of relief ran across his face.

"So is it okay if I do this now?" He leaned across the table and brushed her hair back with his index finger, planting his lips into hers, letting them sit there for a minute.

She giggled during, but it made it even better for him.

His phone vibrated, interrupting Finn as he tried to go back in for a second kiss.

"Y-you should get that." Rachel said, still red in the face, her lips feeling dry.

P: Did u sex her yet

P: Q won't even let me touch her..prude much?

Finn laughed at the last text message, trying to ignore Puck's question in the first one.

F: Sorry about Quinn dude, she'll come through

P: What about Berry

F: What about her?

P: Nothin call me l8r g2g shoot hoops

"Who was that?" Rachel tried to look over to see if he had put his phone away yet.

"Puck."

"Oh."

Rachel quivered at the name. After last night, she didn't want to hear the name Puck until she turned thirty.

"Come with me, I know where he is." He grabbed Rachel's hand and led her off of the porch.

"Are you sure? I mean, I haven't seen him this whole party."

"Positive."

"Fine. I trust you. W-where's Quinn, she was with me like, two seconds ago."

"She had to go keep an eye on the people in my living room," Puck couldn't believe how good of a liar he had become, "Lots of valuables in there. That shit is worth tons, man."

"I'm sure. Now where is he?"

"M-my room."

"Your room?" She folded her arms but continued walking behind.

They walked into Puck's room. Rachel couldn't see a thing. If it weren't for Noah's hand guiding her, she would have tripped and gotten some sort of concussion or injury awhile back.

"B-but, no one's in here but us."

"Bingo." He raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell?"

"Look Berry," Puck sat her down on the bed, holding her knee from moving with his hand, "You're an annoying son of a bitch, but damn, you have the nicest pencil skirts. And your legs, don't get me started on your legs, 'cause I could go all-"

"You were supposed to take me to Finn, not you!" Her voice became very high-pitched and anger filled her body. A tear started to fall.

"Don't cry. It's not like I was gonna rape you or something. I would've-"

"Would've what? Gotten me drunk on wine coolers or something?"

"No, I'm not Finn."

"Finn...?" She said with confusion.

"Wine coolers aren't my thing anymore. But they're Finn's. Look, I'll let you go be with Finn. Go downstairs, have a few, and then I'll find him for you and you two can just screw each other already."

"Our love is going to be expressed out of wine coolers?" Another tear fell from her eye.

"Get the fuck downstairs." And he opened the door and led her out into the hall.

After Rachel finished explaining all of this to Finn, his mouth dropped even more than it usually did out of his typical confusion.

"He tried to get you drunk, he wanted you," Finn's face turned red, "Fucking dick."

"I thought wine coolers is what you like," Rachel looked ashamed, "That's why I used my dad's to try and drink in front of you. I just wanted you to like me."

"You don't need to try on that one, trust me." Finn sighed.

Rachel just looked down, and Finn looked at his lap, now vibrating.

P: What's good for tonight

F: Me kicking your fucking ass

P: You're playing right

F: Wish I was

"I-I gotta go. Can we do this another time?"

Rachel didn't answer, so he just walked out the door, not looking behind him.