Hi there! First of all, for those who follow this story, I'm really sorry I couldn't update sooner... It's been crazy these days! I've been having a lot of work for college with short notice.

Next, I want to thank you all that review / favorite / follow the story! This is dedicated to all of you! :)

Now, I was pretending to write a bigger chapter, but this one was originally part of chapter seven and I thought that chapter was big enough.

Well, let's move to the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I really wish I owned Glee... *sigh*


Chapter 8: Drinking solves lots of problems

The group, minus Rachel, stared at Finn in utter shock.

"What just happened?" Mercedes, as always, was curious.

Finn just stood there and said nothing, his eyes still narrowed. Artie and Tina looked uncomfortable and got out of the conversation. With no answer, Mercedes left with Kurt sharing apprehensive looks. Puck was next to Finn, staring at his friend like he didn't recognize him, and felt a warm hand in his left arm, that spread electric shocks straight to his heart. It was Quinn, with a worried expression.

"Maybe I should go check on Rachel." she said, squeezing his arm softly. Puck nodded and as soon as she was out of ear range, he punched Finn's arm.

"What the hell, man? What was that for?"

"I should be asking you that, Finn! Why did you say those things to her? Do you really believe she would bother to plan something like this?"

Puck watched as Finn's face changed from angry to thoughtful, which was never a good sign. However, this time, he was almost positive that his friend was thinking about apologizing to Rachel, given the slightly hurt look on his face.

"Just go find her and tell you're sorry, man!" Finn frowned again.

"Why should I? She said some bad things too."

"Look, I don't want to go childish on this, but you started the whole scene. I like hanging around with her." he received e skeptical look "Don't look at me like that! It's true. I admit that the fact that Quinn is always with her is an advantage that I don't want to lose. I'm really starting to like her. It's just for another week and a half, so try to get along with Berry."

For the next five minutes, give or take, neither of them spoke. The karaoke participants kept going in and out the stage but they didn't notice. At some point, Finn turned to Puck and punched him hard on his shoulder.

"Dude, are you crazy? Why did you punch me?"

Finn smirked at him, before leaving.

"Payback, man, is a bitch!"

-X-X-X-X-

Quinn approached the bar stools and saw a flash of dark brown hair with three tiny empty glasses in front of her.

"Pour me another one, handsome!" she heard Rachel ask for another drink and rushed to her. Her friend didn't handle drinks very well. She touched her arm and Rachel turned around.

"Quinny!" she squeaked, as Quinn felt embarrassed and remembered that her mother used to call her that, before all the drama. She quickly shoved those thoughts out of her head. "I love you so much, Preggo! Did you know that? You're my dearest friend!" Rachel was clearly getting drunk. With just three little drinks. Quinn really should take her out of there. "Hey handsome, pour one more, for my best friend here!" then, she burst out giggling.

"Rachel!" Quinn hissed "What are you doing?"

"Just having fun! You should do the same, you know?"

"I was, until I had to come after you and stop you from doing exactly what you're doing. And I asked you to stop calling me Preggo or I will start to call you Man-Hands again."

"Okay. I'm sorry about that. But I won't go anywhere."

"What do you pretend to do by getting drunk, Rachel? I've already seen like this twice and although you're really funny, I don't like one bit what comes next!"

"I swear I won't throw up again in your blouse."

"That's not the problem, though you really ruined my blouse the last time. It was my favorite. But, that's not the point… the problem is the depression."

"Why would I be depressed?" Before Quinn had time to answer, the bartender told them to take their drinks. "Come on, Quinn, let's drink!"

"No, thank you. I'll pass that." she was disappointed with her friend but then she saw Finn in their direction. Maybe he would settle things right "You can have both of them."

Rachel shrugged and saw her friend leaving. She took one of the glasses in her hand and then felt a pat on her shoulder.

"Do you mind if I take this one?" she shivered at the sound of his voice.

"No" was all she managed to say, drinking the liquor. He mimicked her "What do you want Finn?"

"Just another drink." he said, motioning to the bartender.

He spent the next half an hour drinking while she had more three or four drinks. Neither one could hear what the other was saying without burst into hysterical laughter. They were dizzy and things started to move around them. Everything was blurred except each other's faces. That was all they could see with clarity.

"Sorry about holding you too much time. On stage." he blurted out.

"It's okay. Felt like high school again, right?" she let out a chuckle which was like music to his ears. He grinned and took her hand between his.

"It was great to sing with you again, you know?"

"I enjoyed it too." she replied looking into his eyes and then to the floor.

Finn used a finger to lift her chin up so she could face him.

"I'm sorry 'bout what I said after the song." he was inching closer.

"It's okay." She muttered.

"No, it's not. I said nasty things that you didn't deserve to hear. I hope you forgive me.

She looked deep into his eyes like she was reading his mind and burning his soul for being such a jerk to her.

"I already did, Finn."

He couldn't believe how lucky he was. Then he closed the gap between them and tasted her soft lips. She tasted even better than he remembered and all he wanted was to keep tasting her, not just for that night, but for the rest of his life.


Okay, it's done for tonight! I'm hoping to update another chapter tomorrow, but I can't promise you that... :(

But I'll try! :)

Now, did you hate this chapter or love it? Let me know! ;)

SLopez