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~Vikki3775
Rachel was nothing less than confused when she woke up in her bedroom the next morning. Hissing in pain, Rachel grabbed at her aching head before slowly arising from her bed.
Her eyes burned from the sunlight streaming in through the bedroom windows; the room spun like a tilt-a-whirl she couldn't seem to get off of, and her insides were constantly doing somersaults inside her stomach. It was a feeling she knew all too well.
A hangover.
Maybe it was her blurred sense of remembrance or her clinginess when she's drunk, but she could've sworn she had someone in bed with her last night. Just as the thought crossed her mind, she noticed a note laying on one of the pillows. Frowning, Rachel picked up the note.
Went to play basketball with the guys. Won't be back until twelve, but I left some water and an aspirin by your bed for you. And no, we didn't do anything.
~ Love, Finn
P.S: Oh, and I got a video of you snoring. Who's the liar now?! XD
Rachel smiled and shook her head at the note. Only Finn would collect evidence to prove his ridiculous claim. She tried pushing the fluttery feeling in her stomach when she re-read the four letter word for what felt like the fiftieth time. Reaching over to her nightstand, she picked up the glass of water and pill before popping it in her mouth and guzzling the water down in one gulp. After placing the cup down, she sighed deeply and looked around her room.
It's obvious he carried her to bed last night. She blushed, shaking her head in embarrassment. She probably looked pathetic, drunkily clinging on to her best friend like a inebriated leech.
Suddenly, a sweet smell coming from the kitchen traveled to her nose, triggering her body to turn once more. Must be breakfast, she thought.
Slowly standing up, she walked out her room and made her way downstairs towards the pleasant smell. Immediately sounds of animate laughter coming from the dining room entered her ears, as she moved closer towards the source of the sound.
The smiling faces of all her friends appeared before her as they delved into the pancake breakfast being served by Rosie. She grimaced at the feeling of her throbbing head as she pulled out a seat and slowly sat down.
"Well, good morning, sleepyhead," Kurt quipped amusedly with a smile.
Pausing from rubbing her temples, she held a hand up. "Don't say it," she said.
Santana smirked from beside her. "How can we not? You were the the epitome of "white girl wasted" last night and let me just say, it was nice to see someone other than Puckerman be completely smashed."
Rachel rolled her eyes at her comment. "Thanks, Santana," she said sarcastically. The Latina winked at her in response.
Kurt clapped his hands once to get the girls attention. "Alright, now that everyone is awake-" cue the pointed look at Rachel- "we can now get started with the plans for the day." Almost immediately groans and protest followed, in which the vogue editor waved away dismissively. "Uh-uh, I don't want to hear it. I let you guys have your fun yesterday but now it's time to get things done." He looked at the bride beside him. "Quinn, I called the bridal shop to schedule our fitting at twelve o'clock on the dot. The store is in high demand this season, so we have to be on time or we'll lose our spot."
The blonde nodded with a grin. "Will do, Kurt."
His blue eyes widened and he looked at Rachel. "Oh, and Rachel? You will be assisting Quinn at the town bakery to test out the final three flavors for the wedding cake."
She frowned. "Don't I have a say in this?" At this, her best friend's brother blinked at her, clearly unfazed. After a long moment of silence, she sighed and rubbed her forehead tiredly. "Fine, I'll do it," she said.
He beamed back at her before pushing his chair away from the table and abruptly standing up.
He clapped his hands excitedly. "Once you guys are done with my breakfast, get dressed and meet me outside by the cars. We don't have time to waste!" With that, he blew a kiss and walked swiftly out the room, unaware of the exasperated looks off his friends behind him.
Santana's eyes widened. "Yo, Hummel needs a chill pill."
"I'll pay for the prescription," Tina offered with a giggle. The remaining girls laughed.
Charging towards the hoop, Puck jumped, aiming the the ball into the rusty hoop.
Swoosh!
Ball in hand, he walked back to his friend with a smirk. "Dude, last night was crazy." He passed Finn the ball.
The firefighter chuckled, dribbling the ball twice. "I was the only sober one there, man." He aimed to shoot the ball, and looked at him, "Trust me, I know." He shot the ball and missed before taking it and passing it back to the groom.
Puck shook his head and said, "Like, I don't know what it is with Quinn and alcohol, man. Every time she drinks one of those wine coolers, I swear sex for us lasts another hour."
Finn smirked as he watched him take another shot. "How many drinks did she have last night?"
Puck grinned. "Four." Finn rose his eyebrows and let out a low whistle, before catching the ball and shooting it into the basket. "It took me three coffees and a handy to get me out of bed this morning."
Chuckling Finn shook his head and passed him the ball. "A little too much information, Puck."
His friend shrugged. "Just, saying..."
At that moment, Sam came jogging towards them in only basketball shorts, his t-shirt laying across his shoulder.
He smiled. "Hey guys, did I miss anything?"
"Just your shirt," the groom to be said, eyeing his physique with a twinge of jealousy. "Do you always play with your shirt off or is it just a selling yourself kind of thing?"
The blond seemed taken aback, "Uh...I...uh-"
"Don't listen to him, Sam," Finn says, rolling his eyes. "He's just angry because he's at that stage in his relationship where all he wants to eat is cheese doodles and Twinkies."
Puck whacked him in the back of the head. "That's not even half-accurate, jackass. Quinn lets me eat processed foods on Saturday," he said almost proudly.
Finn burst out laughing. "That's the saddest thing I've ever heard."
He scoffed. "Oh, please, like you kept up your shit during rehab. I bet they didn't even have a gym."
Finn smiled. "Actually, they did, and I went everyday."
He rose his eyebrows. "Oh, really? Then, I guess you wouldn't mind taking your shirt off with all of us." Shrugging, Finn complied to his friend's absurd rule and took off his top before tossing it to the side of the court.
Compliments immediately were thrown his way as the guys whooped and hollered at the giants surprisingly chiseled physique. You could tell how true his statements were, based on the bulkiness of his biceps and the alignment of his abs. The best man snickered at his friend's slightly taken aback expression as he folded his muscular arms dejectedly.
From his position at the side of the court, Artie rose his hand. "Hey, I hate to be the one to break this "gun fest", but are we gonna play, or..."
Puck stretched his arm out in his direction. "Hold on, C3P0, we've gotta warm up." Snatching the ball from the giants friend, he made a jogging start before creating a perfect layup. He passed the ball to Sam before smirking at him.
"Hey, I saw the way Mercedes was on you last night. She totally wanted a piece of that trouty mouth."
Even through his sun-induced blindness, Finn could see the model's cheeks start to turn crimson.
Sam shook his head bashfully and rolled his eyes. "She wasn't, like, all over me. I mean, yeah, she may have straddled me in my room and tried to rip my pants off, but all buddies do that," he said, before attempting a three point shot. He sighed when he missed; oblivious of the looks the other guys were giving him.
Gaping, Puck looked exasperated. "Dude, what the fuck? Why didn't you tap that?"
Artie frowned as he rolled up to him. "Heck, Tina won't even let me touch her unless she gets a massage and some chicken feet." The guys looked at him, their faces surprised. "What? She has weird cravings," he exclaimed shrugging.
Exhaling a breath, Sam dribbled his ball twice before passing it to Mike. "Guys, you don't get it. Mercedes isn't just some chick. She's like the real thing. Every girl that I dated in the past either wanted me for my money or looks. Mercedes is different. She knew me before I got noticed, and...she's like the one thing that hasn't changed in this big...crazy modeling world." He shook his head and crossed his arms. "I don't want to ruin anything." At that moment, Sam caught Finn's gaze. The giant gave him a sympathetic smile.
Boy, can he relate. All his life he felt like things were constantly rushing and changing around him, always moving. But out of all of the chaos, there was one thing that stayed the same...
Rachel.
She was always there. Even when they weren't talking and he was at his worst, she still stayed in contact with his family, constantly checking on his well-being. She even set up an intervention, for heaven's sake. If anything were to happen to their relationship (whatever their status may be) he wouldn't know what to do with himself. So he gets her nervousness and anticipation. He'll wait forever if he has to to get her to trust him; to feel the way he feels about her.
"And Berry," Puck lets out a low whistle before catching the ball and dribbling it. Upon hearing his best friend's name, the firefighter snapped out of his trance. "She was trashed. I never thought two beers could get her so clingy." With a smirk, he nudged Finn in the side. "She do anything with you last night?"
"None of your business," Finn shot back rather sharply. Taken aback, the groom raised his hands and stepped back slowly, aware of his friend's glare.
"Chill, dude. Didn't mean to ruffle your feathers like that." Finn nodded silently, looking back down at the concrete ground. It was quiet for a moment.
Mike shifted his eyes awkwardly. "Uh, maybe we should start the game."
Sensing the tension, Artie perked up. "You know what? That sounds like a great idea! I call defense!" He wheeled himself to his rightful spot, away from his now silent friends.
Shaking away his thoughts, Finn jogged back to the middle of the court and got into position.
Little did he know, the questioning gaze of his friend remained on his backside.
Clapping quickly, Kurt smiled. "Alright, guys! It's showtime-well, dress time. Come out of your dressing rooms!"
Slowly, all five dressing room curtains slid open as Rachel, Mercedes, Santana, and Brittany revealed themselves; all in matching lilac purple dresses.
Turning her body towards a mirror beside her, Santana smirked and ran hands over her slim physique. "You know, when I first saw this I thought, 'uh, uh, there is no way in hell that I'm wearing this,' but now that I'm in it, I have to say I don't hate it." She pushed up her already perky boobs with moxy. "I mean; this dress makes my boobs look amazing."
"You mean your fake ones?" Mercedes snickers from beside her. Grinning, the Latina playfully smacked the singer on the arm.
Kurt remained beaming. "You all look great, really. Wait, where's Tina?"
"I look terrible," whined a voice from behind the curtain.
Rolling his eyes, the vogue designer kept his voice soft, "Oh, come on, Tina, it can't be that bad."
"It is," the pregnant bridesmaid walked slowly out of the dressing room, her dress only halfway covering her protruding belly. "I look like a stuffed sausage," she said, pouting.
Upon seeing her bubbling emotions, the vogue editor shook his head vigorously. "N-No you do not, Tina Cohen-Chang Abrams! It-it just needs a little adjusting that's all."
Santana snickered, "A little?" At that, the Asian mom-to-be broke out into loud, ugly sobs. Mercedes went to comfort her.
"Oh, my god, Quinn's wedding is ruined!" She lamented through her tears.
"No it isn't, Tina." At the voice, the group of six turned around, watching as Quinn slowly walked into the room clad in her luxurious wedding dress.
Mercedes gasped, her hands covering her mouth. "Oh my god...Quinn you look beautiful!"
And she did. White lacy material covered her top half and proceeded to travel down her voluptuous figure, where an ivory skirt flared at the bottom, leaving a three foot trail behind her petite frame. It was every bride's dream dress. And it was all Quinn's.
Kurt crossed his arms and shook his head, his eyes watery. "Gosh...it gets me every time."
Blushing under the awed gazes of her friend's, Quinn smiled and walked to Tina. She wrapped an arm around her. "I think it's time we take a break, don't you think?"
Kurt scoffed and looked at his watch, "Not according to this schedu-" the blonde's clearing of the throat stopped his rant as she stared at him with a raised eyebrow. Straightening up, he smiled. "Yes, lunch sounds great."
"Yes!" Santana smiled, starting to rush towards her respective fitting room, as she said, "I'm fucking starving."
"Speaking of starving..." Mercedes muttered her gaze captured on someone behind them. The girls turned to look at where she was staring. That's when they saw the one and only Noah Puckerman saunter in, winking at one of the employees before taking a finger sandwich from a nearby table and eating it with one gulp.
The bride's hazel eyes widened. "Shit!" As fast as she could, Quinn turned around and dashed into the nearest available fitting room; which just-so happened to be Santana's.
"What-what the fuck are you doing?!" Yelled the surprised Latina from behind the curtain.
Quinn scoffed as she opened the curtain slightly. "Oh, shush, Santana. It's not like you haven't dreamt about this before." She eyed her fiancé with annoyance. "Gosh, I'm gonna kill him."
Kurt's blue eyes widened. "Fiancé in the building!" He looked towards Rachel, "Rachel, distract him while I get Quinn's dress off." Nodding quickly, the brunette speed-walked towards the disobedient groom-to-be.
Upon seeing her arrival, Puck smirked and nodded at her. "Sup Berry."
The maid of honor sighed and crossed her arms. "What are you doing here, Noah?"
He surveyed the room around him, seemingly looking for something. "You know..., I was just in the neighborhood, and I thought I should stop by. You know, seeing how things are going like a good fiance."
Rachel looked amused. "I know you're here to see her dress, Noah."
"Can't I just get a peek?" He whined suddenly. "It'll be quick, I swear."
"Dude, it's not gonna work." Rachel's gaze moved towards the door where a smirking Finn entered through.
He stood next to Puck. "Why else do you think Kurt sent the most stubborn girl of the group? To keep your ass from getting anywhere close to Q."
"Hey!" Rachel protested. Chuckling, he reached down to hug her. She smiled and reciprocated the embrace.
Once they pulled apart, he looked at her with concern. "You feeling okay?"
She rolled her eyes and grinned. "Yes, Finn. I had a little headache in the morning, but the pill fixed it right away. Thanks by the way," she said smiling. He shrugged it off simply with a lopsided grin.
"So what are you doing here? Aside from keeping Noah away from Quinn." She said when he opened his mouth to speak.
"We're here to pick up Quinn. Puck knows I love food so he's letting me go to the cake tasting-thingy this afternoon."
She frowned. "Wait, what? I thought I was going with them to the cake-tasting."
"You both are." Finn and Rachel turned around and looked at Kurt as he angrily dragged Puck back to them by the ear. "Oh, and good job watching him. We got her dress off right before he snuck into her room."
"Yeah and it would've worked if you weren't so uptight, Hummel!" Puck called as the wedding planner walked back to the girls. Finn and Rachel laughed at his dejected expression. Finn walked over and patted his friend on the back.
"Three more weeks, Puck."
Quinn, Puck, and Finn, and Rachel, exited the Fabray's black suburban as they made their way to the sophisticated California bakery. Halfway into walking, the blonde turned around and stopped right in front of the trio.
"Okay, before we enter the bakery, I want to make something very clear," she said seriously. "You two," she pointed at Finn and Puck, "better be on your best behavior. Just like the bridal shop, this appointment is in high demand, and i'll be damned if I don't get the cake that I want because you want to embarrass me."
Taken aback, Finn rose his eyebrows. "I don't know why i'm being linked with your fiance; since he was the one who barged into the dress shop earlier today." In that moment, the bride-to-be narrowed her green eyes, and pursed her lips, before placing both of her hands on her hips.
"Uh oh," Rachel laughed. "I wouldn't argue if I were you, Finn."
"If you even breathe wrong I will reach into the skin of your wenis and twist the crap out of it, do you understand?" Her hard stare never faltered as she stared into the scared eyes of her male counterparts.
"Yes," they squeaked. She grinned and nodded.
"Good." With that, she turned around and walked animatedly towards the bricked building.
Covering her mouth, Rachel tried to stifle her giggles as she listened to a horrified Finn asks Puck what the hell a "Wenis" is.
Surprisingly enough, the firefighters kept their composure when as the four of them were checked in and seated. The brunette figures they were scared enough into acting the way they should, despite the threats Quinn was sending her way.
As they waited for the cake, Quinn scrolled through the screen of her phone before asking, "Puck, did you schedule the suit fitting with the guys yet?"
Her boyfriend looked sheepish, "Define 'yet'." Instantly, she glared at him.
He whipped his phone out. "I-I'll schedule it today, alright? Don't worry about it." Finn and Rachel smirked as the once cool and collected Puckerman scrambled to pull out his phone out of his pocket.
"Whipped," Finn snickered softly. Rachel slapped him playfully, still grinning.
At that moment, a woman dressed head-to-toe in louis-vuitton attire, walked into the room with a saucer filled with slices of cake.
She smiled as two servers placed the samples on the table gently. "Okay...so the first cake is a red velvet encrusted layer, with a buttercream whiskey frosting; topped with a cream cheese ganache-"
"Ganache, smosh, hand that shit over," Puck said impatiently; earning a swat on the arm from his uneasily, the woman, however complied with the request and slid one saucer with cake in front of each person, a glass of wine adjacent to them.
Suddenly, Finn rose his hand. "Uh, I know this must be a weird question to ask, but do you guys happen to have any milk instead of wine?" He could almost feel the regret radiating off Quinn.
To his surprise, the exquisitely dressed woman smiled wide. "You'd be surprised how many people have made that request." Using her earpiece, she mumbled something inside her device and within seconds another server pushing a tray of different dairy beverages appeared before their very eyes.
Specifically Finn's wide ones.
"No way…" The firefighter said in awe. Rachel giggled next to him as she watched him happily request his favorite flavored dairy product.
After a few more cakes were tasted and a few glasses of milk were consumed, it was finally decision time.
"That one," Puck slurred as he pointed to the very detailed diagram in front of him. He rubbed his stomach soothingly. "The one with the chocolate chips in it? Fucking delicious."
At hearing this, the brunette pouted. "Oh, well I kind of liked the strawberry one."
The groom-to-be rolled his eyes. "Yeah of course you would Berry. Your name's all over that shit. I mean, only you would like a cake with fruit in it." Upset, Rachel frowned, crossing her arms before looking to Finn for support.
Grinning softly, he shrugged. "He kinda has a point, Rach."
Quinn decided to speak. "Look, guys, it doesn't matter because there's going to be other dessert options at the wedding. Now, let's get out of here." Silently, the four stood up and made their way to the front desk where the engaged couple made their decision. As they were walking out to the cars, Rachel looked at Finn.
"So no more plans today?"
He grinned lopsidedly and shook his head. "Nope. Just gonna take a cake-induced nap for a few hour and figure out the rest when I wake up." She nodded silently and he smirked. "You want to join me?"
She bit her lip coyly. "Maybe…" Finn chuckled before wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into him.
"Boy, have I missed you, Rach."
There you guys go! I know, I know, the ending seems kind of rushed, but I really wanted to get this chapter out because I owe it to you guys a lot. I don't know when the next one should be out, but I promise you it will in due time.
Love,
~Vikki3775
