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Rachel and Noah drove towards the New Directions. She was running late and she knew that Quinn would be pissed about her having sex instead of arriving on time to the bachelorette party. She ran her fingers through her hair and Noah chuckled.
"Rach, you're going to be like two minutes late. Tops."
Alright, so she was only late by her standards. And the sex had been totally worth it. They'd christened the mustang in their haste before he defiled her all over her parents' house. If she was glowing before she was probably radioactive now.
"We probably should have left twenty minutes earlier." She mumbled.
"You were the one who begged me to 'not stop no matter what' if I remember correctly." He teased, squeezing her hand to negate the accusation in his words.
She had in fact begged him to do several things and she was pretty sure that he was remembering their day correctly. She'd also been amazed when she'd stepped out of the shower and found a sandwich waiting for her on her dresser.
"You're going to be drinking tonight and you haven't eaten since breakfast. And you burned way too many calories today for that to be enough." He'd told her, placing a kiss on her lips before climbing into the shower himself.
He pulled up to the bar and got out. She was amazed by his chivalry as he opened the door for her. She stepped out and looked up at him.
"Thanks for the ride." She regretted her choice of words when a salacious smirk appeared on his face.
"Anytime." He told her, before taking her purse from her hands and putting it on the roof of the car.
She practically purred when he pulled her body against his and his lips attacked hers. He pushed her back against the car as his tongue delved deep inside her mouth and she rubbed up against him. He groaned and pulled away from her, kissing her neck lightly once before rolling off of her and leaning against the car beside her. They both breathed heavily before she peeled herself off the car and walked forward. She felt his hands grip her shoulders and point her in the direction of the bar. She giggled hazily and muttered a thanks before walking away from him.
"Thank God you're here!" Santana whispered in her ear as she handed Rachel a shot. "Quinn's been drinking for a while now and she's been kind of a bitch. There's no way I was staying without you."
Rachel laughed and clinked her shot glass against Santana's.
"To the bride to be!" Rachel announced and the girls repeated her words before they all drained their shots.
"What do we have here?" Santana growled playfully and Rachel turned to see Noah walking towards them with her purse clutched in his grasp.
Rachel quirked an eyebrow and he smiled, holding her purse out to her. She reached up and kissed him on the cheek as thanks. He smiled and turned to leave but Santana grabbed his arm.
"Stay for a drink with us, Charming." She insisted. "Right Quinn?"
Quinn nodded as if unsure. "Yeah, uh, absolutely. Bartender? More shots!"
Shots were passed around and one of the girls yelled for a toast as Noah accepted his.
"Alright," He paused and grinned widely. "Well thank you for including me in this timeless feminine ritual. Here's to the husbands who've won you, the losers who've lost you, and the lucky bastards who've yet to meet you."
"And to the only cock in the henhouse!" Santana yelled before the group drained their shot glasses.
Rachel walked him to the door and reached up to peck his lips.
"Come on, really kiss him Rach!" Someone yelled.
Rachel grinned up at Noah as he swept her up and kissed her passionately. Rachel's hand landed on the door behind him with a loud smack as he pulled her tighter. The ladies were catcalling as they broke apart for breath.
"Have fun." He whispered against her lips and then he was gone.
Rachel stumbled back towards her friends and signalled for another round.
Noah walked into Warblers and hung his leather jacket by the door. He approached Sam and Finn who were sitting at the bar and hadn't seen him yet.
"I hate him." Finn mumbled into his glass.
"Who?" Sam wondered drunkenly.
"Noah." Finn spat out his name like a curse.
Sam guffawed and slapped Finn on the back.
"Why? Because he's got less than 5 % body fat and he's screwing your ex?" Sam slurred.
"Whatever Dude." Finn slapped his hand on the bar and demanded another drink.
Noah swallowed a laugh as he watched the poor girl who was serving them turn her back to spit in Finn's drink. He winked at her when she caught him watching and she shrugged.
"What can I get for you handsome?" She asked Noah as she placed Finn's drink in front of him.
He ignored Finn as he whirled around in surprise.
"I'll have a scotch on the rocks please; a single." He dropped his payment on the counter with a large enough tip to make up for her shitty evening.
"Big spender." Finn mumbled rudely into his new drink.
Sam punched his friend in the shoulder and bumped Noah's fist as Finn choked and sputtered.
"Good to see you man! Pull up a stool!"
Noah could understand just why Rachel liked Sam so much. He looked like an all-American boy aside from his strangely large lips. He was laidback and kind. Noah had liked him from the moment they'd been introduced.
"Happy Bachelor party bro." Noah said, tipping his drink towards Sam. "To a life of happiness and great sex."
"Here Here!" Sam hiccupped.
Sebastian and Blaine appeared beside Noah and ordered their drinks. They spent the next hour shooting the breeze as Finn sulked and drank himself into oblivion.
"You're not a Jets fan are you?" Sebastian accused.
Noah laughed but was saved from answering by terrible and loud music accompanying three strippers through the door. Sam was genuinely confused as they began dancing around him and taking off their clothes.
"Finn! Quinn is gonna kill me!" He complained. "I promised her no strippers."
Noah wasn't surprised. He couldn't imagine the blonde bride approving of other women touching her man days before the wedding. He watched in amazement as Finn did his best to get Sam blitzed.
"You should totally screw the blonde." Noah overheard Finn telling Sam. "She's hot and it's all already paid for. Quinn doesn't have to know."
Noah glanced towards Blaine and Sebastian who didn't seem in the least bit surprised. Blaine started a conversation with Finn.
"Already freeloaders, party is over. We'll see you're fabulous hungover selves tomorrow!" Sebastian yelled above the music.
Noah wrapped an arm around Sam's shoulders and steered him towards the door. He wasn't planning on letting Finn, who he decided to dub 'The Douche' fuck up Rachel's best friend's life. He waved The Douche off and dragged Sam out of the bar.
"Come on Buddy. I'll get you home."
Sam passed out for the ride and came to as Noah pulled him out of the car.
"What was Finn thinking? Why would I want to sleep with a stripper! I'm getting married this week!" Sam asked incredulously. "You believe me don't you? That I wouldn't cheat on Quinn?"
Noah nodded and pulled him up to the door.
"It's my experience that a man in love has no use for strippers or hookers." He told him as Sam fumbled in his pockets for the key.
Sam nodded absently before looking at him straight in the eye.
"How do you know so much? About so much?" Sam wondered slowly.
"Because I'm a hooker." Noah deadpanned.
Sam stared at him for a moment before giggling hysterically.
"Goodnight Funny guy!" Sam called out as he stumbled into the house.
Noah chuckled and headed back to the Mustang. He hoped that Rachel's night had gone well.
Rachel's night was not going well. Everyone was well past drunk and Santana and Brittany were fooling around on top of a table. She sat on a stool at the bar and watched her friends partying. Quinn was sitting silently next to her but neither had said a word to the other. She sipped slowly on a glass of water and tapped her foot to the beat of the song that was blaring throughout New Directions.
New Directions, she thought with a snort. Sebastian had always joked about opening up a gay bar next store called 'Nude Erections.'
Rachel glanced over at Quinn and noticed that she was staring at her. She quirked an eyebrow but Quinn didn't look away.
"You don't like me anymore." Quinn blurted out suddenly. "Not that I can blame you. I've been a real whore to you. You were my best friend and I've treated you like shit for a solid 5 years."
Quinn's words were delivered emotionlessly and Rachel knew that she wasn't apologizing, just stating facts.
"Well it might be easier to like you if I had any idea why you hated me in the first place." Rachel accused after a moment of silence.
To her surprise Quinn's eyes quickly watered and her shoulders drooped.
"I'm not a good person. I don't deserve to get married Rae."
Rachel wasn't sure if Quinn's confession or the use of her old nickname was the most shocking. She found herself scrambling to Quinn's side and wrapping an arm around her as the blonde cried into her hands.
"I don't understand." She whispered and Quinn looked up at her with tears streaming down her face.
"I-" Quinn bit her lip.
The song changed to a fast party beat and Quinn's eyes brightened.
"San! I love this song!" She hopped up off the bar stool and danced her way over to where Santana and Brittany were now grinding.
Rachel stared after her and shook her head. She'd been so close to figuring out where everything had gone wrong.
"I'll have another drink." She told the bartender politely.
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