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Waking up from a hangover is the worst way to wake up. Your head is pounding, even the slightest sound is louder then a freight train, you feel nauseous, any light feels as if your staring into the sun through a telescope, and you have the worst tasting morning breath imaginable. I start rolling over, pinching my eyes shut, as I run into something. Another body. My eyes fly open, but immediately close due to the sun light streaking in through the blinds. I squint my eyes so I can see who is lying next to me, praying it isn't him. I slowly open my eyes to see a chiseled chest, my eyes slowly roaming higher as I see the one face I never wanted to see. I gasp in shock, covering my mouth as he shuffles in his sleep. I didn't notice his arm wrapped around my waist until he tightened his hold on me. I have to get out of here. I can't do the awful, 'hey I know we used to be best friends and we had sex last night but I think it's better if we never talk again' talk. I slowly look under the covers to see we are both in fact naked. I glance at his southern region, wow god must have blessed him- no!- what are you doing? I look back over at his sleeping, freckled, scruffy face and swallow hard. I bite my lip as I slowly grab his hand and begin prying it off of my body. It takes what seems like an hour to do, but I get free of his death grip and slowly get out of his bed. Looking around, I can't find any of my clothes except my underwear, bra and pants. I throw them on, quietly walking around looking for my shirt. I spot a black t-shirt on the floor and grab it, tossing it on. He smells like Finn… Stop it! I glance over at Finn who is out cold and smile. I quietly open the door and shut it behind me and make my way down the hall and to the entry way where I find my shirt, jacket, boots, and purse, scattered on the floor. I begin picking them up when I hear someone clear their throat and I freeze. Oh god, now I'm going to have to explain to Finn why I'm sneaking out of his apartment without so much as a word. I slowly turn around to see a man sitting on the couch with a smirk across his face. He looks extremely familiar but I can't remember his name.

I smile softly as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Where you running off to princess?"

I stand up putting a boot on. "I have to be at the hospital for my dad, I didn't want to wake Finn up."

Nice, see acting really does have it's perks. He lifts an eyebrow and stands up. "Really? Because it seems to me that you were trying to sneak out on my boy Finn. I would know, I do it all the time."

Then it hits me. "Noah? Noah Puckerman?"

His smile widens. "Oh little Ms. Pop star remembers Puckzilla?"

I scowl at his stupid nickname. "Hardly. I only remember you because you threw slushies in my face and was, well I guess you still are, Finn's disgusting best friend."

He walks closer to me and I fold my arms across my chest. "So does that mean you don't want to get with the Puckmeister?"

I roll my eyes. "First of all eww. And second, Puckmeister? Really?"

I can see his confidence drain from his face as he scuffs. "The ladies love it."

I finish putting on my other boot and grab my purse. "Well Noah, this has been fun."

I start walking towards the door. "It's Puck sweet heart."

I open the door turning around and smiling. "Goodbye Noah."

I shout the door quietly and I her him murmur' Puck' inside the apartment. I always did love calling him Noah on purpose in High School, just because he hated it so much. I make my way to the main street and I pull out my phone. I call my dad and ask him to pick me up from the park which is located across the street from Finn's (and Noah's) apartment. I get home and shower and I'm run out the door, headed to the hospital to pick up Daddy! I have to sign all these papers and I pay his bill and drive him home.

We talk and laugh all the way back to the house. I park the car and I help him inside. "Dad? Where home!"

"Over here Rachel." I hear my father from the living room and I help my daddy into his wheel chair and push him into the living room.

"Dad you wouldn't believe what-" I look up see my dad and Finn sitting on the couch. "Finn… what are you doing here?"

He smiles. "Well I never really got to talk to you last night, so I thought we could go grab lunch."

I frown. "No, that's alright. I'm going to have lunch with my dads."

"Rachel, go out for lunch. Your dad and I will be just fine." I throw my head back and groan,

"Fine, let's go." Finn shakes my fathers' hands and we walk out to his car. "Why are you here Finn?"

He smiles as he opens the door to his truck and I climb in. running to the other side he jumps in and starts the truck. "Well, the strangest thing happened. I has this amazing night with an amazing girl, but when I woke up she was gone."

I sigh and look out the window. "I had to pick my father up from the hospital Finn."

"No, I get that. But why did you just leave without saying anything?"

I ran my hand through my hair. "I didn't want to wake you up."

He laughed. "Okay now you sound like Puck when he is apologizing to a previous hook up."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah that was not who I wanted to talk to this morning."

He laughs again shaking his head. "I told him."

I smile at his amusement. "Told him what?"

"Well we talked about you like the day you came home and he said he had a chance with 'tappin that'.

I laugh. "In his greatest dreams."

"Oh, someone's gotten cocky." he nudges me with his elbow as a smiles lingers on my lips.

I scuff. "More like self assured!"

He smiles at me then turns back to the road. "There's the Rachel Berry I know and love."

I look down at my hands, resting in my lap. "You really haven't changed much. Besides the stubble."

He smiles and strokes his chin. "Yeah well when your stuck in the same old place, you usually stay the same old person."

"I'm sorry by the way." I look over at him as he takes a quick look at me. "For just leaving all those years ago. I'm sorry."

He looks at me surprised. "Why'd you do it?"

I took a deep breath as I figured out how to word this without freaking him out. "Well, it was what was best for me at the time. I just needed to get away, be happy for once."

His expression went from shock to worry. "What made you so unhappy?"

Keeping my head down and sighed in defeat. "Wanting something so bad that I'd never have."

The truck comes to a stop on the side of the road and Finn turns towards me. "You know you can get anything you want."

I shake my head. "No, I refuse to change myself for something that doesn't love me for who I am." He starts to speak but I cut him off. "Do you know how many times I've been told I'm not pretty enough, that I need to be blonde, that I need a nose job?" I pause for a second. "A lot. And I refused everything because if I'm not good enough just the way I am then it's not meant to be." Finn opens his mouth to talk and I hold up my hand to stop him. "That's why I left Finn. It wasn't meant to be."

He sat there speechless until I physically couldn't handle being in that truck. I opened the door and jumped out slamming the door behind me and walking back in the direction of my house. I hear Finn jump out of the truck and rush over to me. It took him three strides to catch up, which is so not fair!

"Rachel wait." He grabs my arm and I stop and look at him. "Last night when you told me you were in love with me.-"

"Was. Past tense." He holds up his hand to stop me.

"Let me finish." He took a deep breath. "I felt awful. I was the one who pushed the only person I cared about out of my life." He grabbed my hand. "If I would have known-"

"If you would have known nothing. Did you ever read what I wrote in your year book?" His face looks confused, frustrated.

"No." he looks down.

"Exactly. You never noticed me in high school. I was just your buddy who had a big nose, wore animal sweaters, and was captain of the glee club." I stopped and wiped a stray tear. "Sure you could obviously see me in High School, but you never saw me." I paused again to swallow the knot that was lodged in my throat. "Because if you had, saw me, we would be in a different position."

I turn and start walking away until he grabs my hand. "Rachel, I really like you, and as more than a friend."

I shake my head in frustration. "Yeah, now. After I lost the braces, the glasses, the hanis sweaters. After I grew into and embraced my nose. After I lost my baby fat and ditched the bangs. After I turned into the woman I always wanted and knew I would be."

He grips my hand tighter and steps closer. "Rachel, please. I was in high school, I didn't know any better."

I pull my arm away. "Yeah and neither did I."

And with that I ran across the street before the traffic came and disappeared in to the town, leaving the boy of my dreams on the side of the road.

Opening the door to my childhood home, I closed the door and leaned up against it. I had let tears fall on the walk home, but I refuse to shed anymore. I've shed enough tears for him then I have in my entire life combined. I walked into the living room where my fathers still sat, and smiled at them laughing at a television show.

"Dad's?" They both look up and me with smiles.

"Wow, that was a quick lunch." I smile weakly.

"Dad do you think you'll be able to take care of daddy alone? I have to head back home."

My dad instantly jumped of the couch an pulled me in for a hug. "Rachel? Is this about Finn? Because you can't run from it forever."

I shake my head. "No. This is about me, and self respect. I refused to let myself be walked on again."

My fathers both nod. "We understand hun."

I nod at my dads as I head for the stairs. "Oh." I turn back towards them. "How Christmas in L.A. this year?"

They both smile. "Oh, never had a hot Christmas! Sounds great Rachel." Daddy winks at me and I run up the stairs and I start packing.

I know it looks like I'm running away, again. But I'm not. I told him everything, now I can finally move on. I can finally have a relationship that lasts longer than a month.

I finally finish packing all my stuff as I look around my room. I looked in my closet and grabbed the pink and white polka dot box. Placing it on the floor I sit down beside it and opened it. This is what I named my memory box. It contained pictures, videos, notes, letters, projects, anything that was a memory worth keeping. Looking through it now I should really call it the Finn box since everything in here has something to do with him.

I here a knock on my door as I smile at the pictures I'm flipping through. "Come in."

I laugh at a picture of Finn and I on Halloween in sixth grade. I forced him to go as Harry Potter and Hermione. He hated those glasses and the tie. I looked up to see what my dads wanted when I saw Finn standing there. "Hi."

"Hey." I really didn't want to fight with him anymore. The past is the past and last night was a drunkin mistake. I'm ready to call a truce and maybe get my friend back.

"Your… dad's let me in." he looked so awkward and nervous.

"Yeah, I kind I figured." I smiled and he instantly relaxed. "Do you want to sit? I'm looking old pictures and stuff."

"Sure." He sits down across from me.

I smile and hand him a photo. "Remember this?"

He looked down at the picture and groaned. "That was awful! And those stupid glasses!"

I laughed. "Aww, come on! It was cute."

He smiled and handed the photo back. "So I read what you wrote in my yearbook."

I looked up and him a little embarrassed. "Really?"

"Yeah. And I've got to be honest. If I had read that back then… I don't think I would have understood it." He laughed. "You used such large words and lets face it, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed."

I smiled. "Yeah I think I did that on purpose. I was so scared of rejection that I figured if you cared enough you'd look the words up and figure it out."

I laughed and grabbed some more pictures from the box. "Like a riddle."

I looked up at him. "Yeah, exactly."

"You're a sneaky one." I laughed at his facial expression. He looked like he just solved a mystery for the Mystery Inc.

I looked down at another photo. "Eww! This is awful!"

I clutch the photo to my chest. "Let me see!"

I laughed. "Um… no."

He reached his hand out. "Rachel Barbra Berry, hand it over."

I look down and pass him the picture. It doesn't take two seconds before he is on the floor laughing. "It's not funny!"

He was laughing so hard he was gripping his stomach for dear life. "I'm so sorry! It's just to funny!"

He lays flat on his back and lets his laughter spill out. "Santana called me whitey and I wanted to be tan! It's not my fault the spray tan was three shades too dark!"

I cross my arms and pout. "Aww, come on. Don't be sad!"

He sits back up and hands my the picture. "I don't whether it was the braces or the pigtails that made the orange skin just pop!"

I smile as he tries not to laugh again. "I'm sorry I can't!" He falls over laughing again.

"It was right before junior prom! Every other girl was getting tan so why couldn't I?"

When he finally calms down I'm already rummaging through the box some more. "Well for starters… you wore purple dress."

I stop shuffling through papers and look at him. "So? What's wrong with purple?"

"Well nothing. It's just your short…" He pauses. Is there some joke I'm not getting? "If you had anything green on you you would've looked like an oomph loompa."

I roll my eyes. "Really? So hobbit wasn't bad enough you had to throw in Oompa Loompa? That's just great, some friend you were!"

I stick my tongue out at him. "Hey, well I went with Quinn and-"

"I already know, she made fun of everything about me." I looked at him with a 'been there, done that' face.

"Well yeah, but I defended you!" I throw my head back laughing.

"You can't be serious! You never stood up for me in front of Quinn!"

He sits up scooting closer. "Okay yeah, but Quinn is scary when she is mad. I tried to keep her happy no matter what."

I shake my head with a small smile on my face. "I never understood why you were with her. I mean you guys fought, All. The. Time! And she always made you feel like crap. I mean if I was with a guy and they treated me that way… They would've been out before they even got in."

I looks down. "I don't know. I think that's just how it was supposed to be. Head cheerleader and the star quarterback, power couple."

I pick up a picture, it's from our senior prom. I didn't have a date so Finn let me tad along with them. "You guys did look amazing together." I hand him over the prom picture. "Just ignore the hobbit on your left."

He rolls his eyes as he looks at the picture. "I think the hobbit looks stunning."

"Okay now your trying to be nice!" I grab the picture and toss it in the box.

I start picking up all the scattered pictures. "Hey what's this?"

He reaches down and grabs a pink envelope addressed to him. "Nothing!"

I reach to grab it from him, but he pulls it further away. "Is this for me?"

"Finn this isn't funny give that back!" He smirks and tries opening it.

"No, no, no, no!" I jump up and try snatching it away, but he puts it behind his back.

"Why can't I read it? It's for me… so technically it's my property." He smiles again.

"Finn Christopher Hudson. Give that back now." I give him a serious face only to have him laugh.

"Oh going with the full name are we?" He gets it open and un folds it.

I jump on top of him trying to reach the letter but he keeps moving it too fast. "Finn, I'm serious. This isn't funny!"

"Oh I think it's down right hysterical!" I lean over but lose my balance and fall right on top of him. We stare into each others eyes for a while until I break the stare and snatch the letter from his hands.

I sit up so I'm sitting right next to him. "Ha ha! I got the letter!"

His lips turn up into that lopsided grin that used to turn me into goo. He quickly pins me on the ground. His hands are holding my arms firm to the ground, while his legs keep mine still so I to kick the family jewels. He grabs the letter back. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? What's that? The mysterious letter? Hmm… I think I shall read it.."

"Fine! You win okay?" I stop fidgeting underneath him. "Just don't read it hear… read it when you get home."

He looks at me surprised. "Okay." He tucks it into his back pocket.

He doesn't move from his position and just smiles down at me. "Are you gonna move or…?"

"Nope. Not until you admit that I won." I roll my eyes.

"Really Finn?" he takes the letter back out of his pocket.

"Unless you want me to read-"

"Okay fine you won! There you happy?" He smiles a full grin.

"Ecstatic." I notice he still has the letter in his hand and I smile. I try to flip us over, but that definitely fails. All it did was make Finn lose his balance and now he is laying directly on top of me, our faces inches apart. "Did you just try to pin me?"

I look into his beautiful amber eyes and I lose all train of thought. "Huh?"

"Did. You. Try. To. Pin. Me?" Our lips are so close I can taste his breath. Its so intoxicating I just want to taste his lips again.

"Yes." I whimper as his lips barely brush mine.

"Hmm. Hasn't anyone told you to fight someone your own size?" I smile as his lips meet mine in a sweet yet passionate kiss. He pulls back and we lock eyes. We are staring for so long I think I'm drowning in the intensity. I push his hands off my arms, grabbing is neck, and pulling him down, smashing my lips on his in a hot, fiery kiss.

A/N: Uh Oh… I wonder what shall happen next? Will she leave and get back to her life or will she stay and try to sort things out with Finn? Hmm I wonder... REVIEW!