AN: You guys are so awesome! Thank you for all of the reviews. I'd say we're about half way through the story at this point. I'm going to say that things are going to get bad soon. If you want, you can message me what you think might happen? I'd love to hear your theories. Anyway, as always, enjoy!

Quinn was on the phone with Puck when she heard a scream, her body woozy as she swung around, seeing Rachel run out of the bathroom, her hands covering her eyes. Quinn sighed, "Rachel's even worse off than me! Who told us this was a good idea? Why on Earth is this a stupid tradition?" She practically yelled into the phone.

"Quinn, babe, calm down. You know you get pissed when you drink." He told her, attempting to calm the ever escalating situation.

"I won't! My best friend is running around like a crazy person! It's embarrassing! I don't want her riding with us, Puck. Find her a different ride." She said, not leaving any room for argument. "I got a lap dance from a stripper, and I really want the last man to touch me tonight to be you, so her being in the car probably wouldn't be a good thing anyway." She added, calm cool and collected.

Puck sucked in air, "I'll find her a ride." Quinn tapped the End Call button and turned back to where her friend was, laughs and sobs wracking her body.

"I didn't think there was going to be a huge boy genital beneath it!" Rachel cried out, Tina's laugh becoming even more obnoxious than before.

Mercedes sat beside the blonde male stripper from earlier, who also seemed entertained with Rachel's story. "You've never heard of a glory hole?" Sam asked, and Rachel shook her head, her big eyes wide with childish innocence.

Quinn stood in front of them, letting a laugh slip from her lips. "You're so stupid sometimes, Rachel."

Rachel looked up at her friend, and Tina's laughs came to a stop. "That was incredibly rude, Quinn." Rachel told her matter-of-factly, fixing her slouching posture.

"Well you know what else is rude? You getting hammered at my bachelorette party!" Quinn yelled, her fist clenching at her sides. "Not everything has to be about you!" Her voice had raised a few octaves, and she felt the urge to just scream at the top of her lungs, but she was pretty sure that all of that air would make her pass out.

The petite brunette with a larger than normal nose let her mouth hang open, just in utter shock that Quinn would say something so harsh, but then recalled who she was speaking to. "Why do you always get so angry when you're drunk? You have such a good life. You're about to get married. You have a loving fiancé. I don't see what you have to be so upset about."

"Yeah, why do you get so angry? All of us are hammered." Tina inquired, sipping from a straw what Quinn assumed was more alcohol.

Quinn raised her hands in frustration and Mercedes whispered to the big lipped stripper, "It's about to get white-girl crazy up in here."

"A good life? Oh, please. Just because I don't have a cheating boyfriend who would rather be with a senior citizen than me doesn't mean that I don't have a hard life, alright?" She ranted, not noting the plain injured look on Rachel's face.

She slouched in her chair in utter disbelief that Quinn would bring that up. She had told her that in confidence, and yet here she was, throwing it out there in such a horrible way. "That's no one else's business." Rachel whispered.

"You made it everyone's business, Rachel! You make everything everyone's business! You're a stupid attention hog, and although you and Jesse seem like the perfect couple, you couldn't even keep him. How gross do you have to be to drive your boyfriend into the arms of a wrinkly old lady?" Quinn yelled, and now the whole club was looking at them. Good! She wanted them to see it. Maybe now Rachel Berry would know her place in the world. The place of being the underdog.

Tina sat up. "You're being really mean right now." She said to Quinn, as if it was some big secret.

"And you're being annoying." Quinn replied, lifting her eyebrows to challenge the other girl. Tina leaned back, not wanting to taunt her.

Forget being kind. Rachel had been nothing but kind to Quinn! "Why do you always do this? I've been helping you plan your wedding since February! Even with all of your bitching," Tina and Mercedes gasped at Rachel Berry cussing. "I always just looked passed it. Even when you called me man-hands for most of freshman year!" Rachel stuttered, her finger coming up to point at Quinn. "You're a mean girl!"

"Oh, wow Rachel. How am I ever going to be able to get over that one?" Quinn asked, and Rachel's face turned smug, not catching the clear sarcasm in her drunken haze.

Puck put on his coat as he left the game stop a few blocks down the road from Quinn. It was a great place to lay low while Quinn and her friends got drunk since she was definitely going to need a ride, and the game stop was having a massive Halo contest which he was totally into.

But, he still needed to find Berry a ride home. Quinn didn't usually do it with him in a car, but he had a really good feeling about tonight, and he'd be damned if Rachel freaking Berry was the one to make it not come true. It wasn't that he would mind letting her join and stuff, since Rachel was kind of hot in like a sneaky way, but Quinn was super jealous and didn't like to share her Puckzilla.

He was pulling out of the parking lot, cutting off an old lady who started honking at him like a crazy person, when he got an idea. He pulled his phone out of the front of his pants- The safest place he could think of for it- and found the only contact he knew he could rely on.

"Better pick up," he muttered, holding the phone to his ear. It rang several times before the voice came through the other line.

"What's up, man?"

"Bro, I need a big ass favor." He slammed his foot down on the gas, trying to make it through a yellow light. It turned red, but he was already committed.

The other voice sighed, and Puck could hear him pausing what he assumed was a game. "What is it? I finally beat the boss I've been stuck on for the last three days and was kind of hoping to get through with this game before Monday."

"You beat it? Kick ass, dude." Puck drove through an intersection, squealing breaks and honks trailing behind him. No cop, no stop. "Quinn wants to do it in the car tonight, but there's a problem."

The voice became a little panicked. "Do you… Do you need me to join or something? Because, we're close and I respect you, but I don't do that-"

"What? No dude!" Puck made a quick disgusted noise. "If it ever came to that, you'd be my first choice, but I like the ladies too much, and they like me." Puck joined in on the laughter that erupted through the phone, continuing when it died down. "The thing is Quinn's friend is with her and she needs a ride home." Puck knew that it was a slim chance his friend would say yes, but he really needed this. He'd been dying to put his new leather seats to good use, and what better way than to bang his really hot fiancée on them? "Do you remember Rachel Berry from the other night?"

"Quinn, I really think you need to calm down," Mercedes practically shouted, attempting to be heard over the noise of Rachel's drunken mumblings and Quinn's loud angry shouting. She was currently standing between the two, her hands on Quinn's shoulders to keep her off of Rachel. "I get you're pissed and more power to you, but this really isn't the place or time for that."

Quinn turned her fury on the woman who was blocking her way now, her face getting way too close. "Don't get me started on you, Chubs!"

"Oh, hell no!" Mercedes screeched, yanking Quinn down by her hair. Rachel and Tina began yelling and screaming incoherently. "What the hell did you just say to me?"

Sam, who was now dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt, pulled Mercedes away from Quinn, telling her that he would take her home. They walked off, and Quinn looked back at Rachel. "I'm not done with you. You think I don't know-"

"I think that's enough," Puck said, wrapping his arms around Quinn. The blonde turned her wrath on him, pointing her finger in his face as she forced him to walk backwards, his hands up in the air in surrender while they made their way to the exit.

"What about me!?" Rachel yelled when she realized that they were leaving her. She quickly grabbed her purse, trying to find where in the hell she put that darn wallet of hers, when a hand came over her own.

"I've got it," the deep, familiar voice said. Rachel let her inebriated gaze trail up the body before her, stopping when she came to those beautiful, beautiful eyes.

Rachel leaned on the counter, a smile gracing her features. Albeit a goofy drunken smile, but a happy one. "Finn." She said like a prayer.

He couldn't help but return her smile. "Hey, Rach."

"What are you doing here?" Rachel asked, lifting her drink back to her lips, only to have Finn gently take it from her. "Hey, that's mine!" She pouted.

Finn ordered a glass of water, handing it to her. "I know, and you totally should have it since it's yours and all, but everyone's starting to leave soon, and Puck called me and asked if I could give you a ride."

"Oh." Rachel said, looking down. "I thought you used our magical attraction to one another to seek me out, sensing that other men had been rubbing themselves against me."

Rough hands caressed her face, and Rachel couldn't help but think about how much more she liked Finn touching her like this than that stripper who couldn't get into college. "Someone was rubbing themselves against you?" He asked through gritted teeth.

Rachel lifted up, placing a sweet, alcohol induced kiss on his lips. "Don't worry, Finn. I would have much rather it be you." She told him, her hands sliding up his chest.

"Alright, I think it's time we get you home." Finn said, handing the man a hundred, reminding Rachel of her inner rant earlier about becoming financially stable, and grabbing Rachel's purse, his other hand slipping around her small waist.

"Aren't you Puck's best friend?" Tina asked, wobbling her way over. Rachel saw her boyfriend Mike trying to help her, but Tina kept pushing him away. "Are you and Rachel, like, together?" Tina attempted to whisper, but it came out louder than her usual talking.

Finn rubbed the back of his neck, "Puck just asked me to take her home." Was his only response.

Rachel, on the other hand, felt differently about the subject. "Well, we sleep together, so whatever you want to call that." She told Tina, whose mouth fell agape. "Don't tell anyone, but he's the best I've ever had." She nodded, agreeing with herself.

Despite his rising ego, Finn knew that she would be angry with herself for saying even that in the morning, so he smiled down at her, waved goodbye to the couple, and pulled her through the building. "Did you bring your key?" He asked, leading her to his car. Rachel leisurely strolled behind him, feeling on top of the world.

"Let's go to your place." She commented.

Shaking his head, Finn opened the passenger door for her, holding out his hand to assist her in getting in. "No, I don't think that's the best idea."

She halted, her fingers just inches from his grasp. "You don't want me?" Finn looked at her, what with her eyes entranced by him, calling to him.

He stretched his hand out further, but she moved hers away. Groaning, he stepped back. "Rachel, of course I want you." She smiled at that, starting to walk forward. "But, I want you when you're sober and not going to regret it the next day, or even worse, forget it happened and hate me."

"Prove it," she stated, stepping closer to him. He saw the look in her eye then, the look of pure determination. A look he was becoming more and more acquainted with. He started to shake his head again, but Rachel stopped him, her fingers opening wide along his chest. She leaned forward, kissing his neck. "Prove you want me."

Finn felt his pants tightening, noting that she got him going way faster than any other girl he had ever been with. But, this was still wrong. "Call me in the morning, and I'll prove whatever you want me to." Her eyes widened, and she stood still, trying to figure if that was a good enough response.

He knew she accepted his response when she held out her key, dangling it in front of him to show him that she had it before putting it back in her purse. He helped her into the car, then got in the driver's seat and handed her a water bottle. She thanked him, staring at him as he turned the ignition and put the car in drive, pulling away from the building. Her eyes stayed on him most of the way there, but he saw in his peripheral as she leaned against the window, eyes fighting to stay awake.

When he pulled into the parking garage adjacent to the building, Rachel was sleeping peacefully in his passenger seat, lips parted and her hand against the cold window to brace her from the hard glass. Finn grinned to himself, turning off the engine and walking around to the other side of the car. He gently opened the door, but she didn't seem to notice, sliding down as he opened it further. He used his knee to hold the door in place as he bent down, grabbing Rachel and pushing her further into the seat.

When she was seated like a normal human being, her scooped her up into his arms, gently nudging his door shut. The door man who Finn now knew to be named Charles opened the door for him, only dismissing Finn's hushed apologies and gratitude. Charles smiled at the sight of the two of them and walked quickly to catch the elevator.

He told the man fourth floor, and they ascended further into the building. Finn smiled and thanked him once again as he left the elevator, turning and walking to the door when he recalled he didn't have the key. Damn. He really didn't want to wake her up. But, it couldn't be helped.

"Rachel." Finn softly whispered. She stirred, and he shook her gently. Her eyes opened slowly, and she grinned when she saw Finn.

"My knight in shining armor." She murmured, slurring ever so often. Finn chuckled.

"We're at your apartment, but I need your key to get in." He told her. Rachel only nodded, moving her hand from around his neck and twisting slightly in his grasp to find her purse. When she did, she slipped her hand inside and pulled out a golden key with a heart engraved in the middle.

"It was Jesse's." She muttered, nudging her head into the crevice between his neck and shoulder. Finn felt his stomach sink when he heard the man's name, but the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. She had clearly taken the key back. Did that mean she had officially broken up with him? He wished they would talk about more emotional things when they were together, mainly because he really wanted to be with her, but he wasn't sure if she wanted him for anything more than sex.

He used the key to open the door, then shut it behind him as they walked in.

Her apartment was so… Her. No, he might know her that well, but from the past month they had been… Friends? Friends with benefits? He knew she was controlling and girly, which was represented in the house so much. Her couch had pink pillows and everything was in the perfect place. The remotes were lined up on the coffee table, and he wondered whether or not she would notice if he moved one.

Rachel stirred in his arms, and so he quickly made his way to her familiar bedroom. Finn smoothly made the transition from his arms to the bed, Rachel twisting into a comfortable position into the pillows. He lifted his hand to put the key on the nightstand beside her, but her voice made him pause. "Keep it." She told him, and he thought he heard wrong.

"What?"

"Keep it." Rachel repeated, her eyes slightly open. "It doesn't belong to anyone else anymore, and I'd like it if you had it." Finn looked at her like she was crazy. They had only known each other for a little more than a month! "I don't mean to be some crazy person, it's just that I like the thought of knowing that you could show up here at any time of the day." She told him, her teeth now showing in her sloppy grin.

Finn lifted the key, holding it to his chest. "I'll take good care of it." When she nodded, he bent down, kissing her forehead. "Goodnight, Rach."

Her tiny hand gripped his forearm. "Stay the night."

He let out an exasperated breath, pulling away from her. "I already told you, Rachel. Not while you're drunk." Rachel was definitely a clingy drunk, and although Finn was usually incredibly put off by that, with Rachel, he just found her even more adorable.

"I'm not talking about having sex, Finn Hudson." Rachel said, surprising him with her sudden forwardness. But, then again, she was completely off her ass drunk, so nothing she says should surprise him.

"Then what do you mean, Rachel Berry?"

She put a hand on his shoulder, scooting over as she pulled him down to the bed. "Just sleep with me." Well, that still sounded pretty sketchy to him, but he let her guide him into the bed anyway, toeing off his shoes. "Just get comfortable," she told him with a certain calmness that he never expected her to possess. He was trying to do just that when she leaned forward, tearing off her dress shirt and kicking off the skirt, leaving her in only her underwear. It definitely didn't help when she curled into his side, her skin pressed against his own, or against his clothes, making him slightly pissed off that she was going to torture him knowing that he wouldn't touch her when she was drunk, but really he was only pissed off at himself for having so little control.

Although he soon became aware of the fact that she didn't even know she was doing it when she laid her head on his shoulder, soft snores filling the night air. Finn found himself just lying there, listening to the sound she released and feeling like it was lullaby.

Oh no. Oh no, oh no. No, no, no, no, no! This couldn't be happening. Not this soon! Finn wanted to leave. His body was telling him to get the hell out of there, and fast. Well, not his whole self, but a part of it. Like, 30%.

Rachel rolled, her arm lying across his chest and her legs burrowing between his own, pulling herself even further into him. Okay, so more like 15%.

But, he knew what was happening. Well, he actually didn't, but he had felt something like this before, it just wasn't this strong, and it took about two months longer to form. Though he couldn't exactly dictate it, it was just one of those things that happened kind of without you even knowing. Perhaps it wasn't as strong as he currently thought it was? Only thing to do is to brush it off and wait until the possibility of her feeling it too.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, cuddling her into him. He never thought he'd say this, but he was actually glad that they were cuddling instead having sex. He groaned at how lame that sounded. It was more intimate than a quickie, and he increasingly found himself wanting to be intimate with Rachel. It was kind of disconcerting, if he was being completely honest.

Finn fell asleep with his head nuzzled above hers, wondering when he was going to be able to talk to Rachel about this feeling in his stomach.

AN: Alright, so that was pretty cute. But, like I said earlier, something wicked this way comes. Feel free to review! Message me your theories on what's going to happen here or on tumblr at finnhudsonauditorium . tumblr . com. Have an awesome day!