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Rachel Berry was exhausted.
She couldn't wait to get back to her apartment and eat the corned beef and cabbage and potatoes that Carole had sent home with Finn. It was St. Patrick's Day, after all, and Rachel loved celebrating holidays. She had taught all of her music lessons decked out in a green sundress and using an Irish accent—because it was great practice for all of the musicals and plays she'd be in on Broadway, after all.
Twisting the knob on the door of her apartment, Rachel smiled when she realized that it was unlocked. That meant that Finn was home. She was looking forward to a night with her boyfriend and eating her delicious, holiday-themed dinner.
When Rachel swung the door open, she was hit with a loud burst of music and the smell of alcohol. She could see all of her and Finn's friends gathered in their apartment, talking loudly as they played a drinking game.
Another smile formed on Rachel's face. Well, she guessed she wouldn't be getting a quiet night at home.
Finn noticed her as soon as she shut the door behind her. "Rach! Baby!" He climbed to his feet from where he was sitting on the couch. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. Rachel laughed; she could taste the vodka on his tongue. Finn wasn't quite drunk, but he was definitely on his way there.
Rachel set her purse aside and took off her jacket. "So I guess we're having a party?"
Finn nodded and gave her a broad grin. "First it was the just the guys that came over, but then Santana set up a game of beer pong, and we invited everyone else over to make it into a tournament. My team is winning, by the way."
"Yeah?" Rachel arched an eyebrow and pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. "And who's on your team?"
"Kurt is, of course." The team member in question was standing by the pong table, juggling the small, white balls in his hand. Kurt was looking quite drunk—his normally coiffed hair was flopping unevenly to one side, and his cheeks were red. Still, he was expertly juggling the balls. They had discovered about a year ago that Kurt was some kind of savant at beer pong.
"It's cheating," Santana grumbled under her breath. She shoved a small, plastic cup into Rachel's hand. "Here, have a jell-o shot. You have to catch up to the rest of us."
The jell-o shot was green, of course. Clearly, someone had planned ahead, and Rachel wouldn't be surprised if Santana was the culprit. Still, she ran her finger around the edge of the jell-o to loosen it, and then knocked the shot back.
Santana let out at a loud whoop and clapped her hands together. "Yes, Berry came to party!"
"Finn!" Kurt launched one of the ping pong balls at Finn's head with startling accuracy. Still, having played sports all his life, Finn easily caught it. "Puckerman and Blaine are ready for the next round, and I need to kick Blaine's ass!"
Finn pressed another kiss to Rachel's lips. "I'm being summoned."
As soon as Finn joined Kurt at the beer pong table, Santana grabbed Rachel's hand and towed her over to where Quinn was sitting. A tray of jell-o shots was set on the table in front of her, and she handed one to both Santana and Rachel as they sat down.
"We're playing a game," Quinn announced.
Santana smirked, and Rachel really didn't like the look on either of her friends' faces. "What game?" Rachel asked cautiously.
"Get Rachel as drunk as possible as fast as possible, of course." Quinn grinned at her, and both she and Santana waited expectantly for Rachel to take her second shot.
Rachel sighed, but she took the jell-o shot anyway. "I hate you both."
An hour later, the party was in full swing, and Rachel and Quinn were playing beer pong against Finn and Kurt. They were holding their own, but it was pretty obvious that Kurt and Finn were going to win.
Quinn groaned. "Come on, Finn! Can't you let your girlfriend win? Be a nice boyfriend!"
Kurt snorted and easily sunk the next shot, eliminating the second to last cup. Finn smirked and shook his head. "No can do, Quinn. I play to win."
Sure, Kurt was an amazing pong player, but Finn was an expert at sinking the last cup. Completely distracted by his confident swagger, Rachel licked her lips as she watched her boyfriend. She was pretty buzzed and more than a little turned on.
Finn caught her eye and grinned. Without looking, he made his shot, and the ping pong ball neatly sank into the red Solo cup. Kurt immediately cheered and started taunting Quinn, who rolled her eyes and reached out to ruffle Kurt's hair.
Rachel meanwhile, grabbed Finn's hand and towed him towards the bathroom. She shoved Finn into the room before she turned and locked the door. Finn was watching her with an amused look on his face.
"Hey, Rach." Despite the fact that he had started drinking earlier than her, Finn still seemed to be more on the sober side than she was. He had always been better at holding his liquor than she was. "What are you doing?"
She pressed her hands to his chest and stretched up onto her tiptoes, until her lips just brushed against his. "I think you know exactly what I'm doing, Finn."
"Rachel Berry." Finn's hands settled on her waist and he pulled her closer to his body. "Are you trying to take advantage of me?"
Rachel's nimble hands had already started undoing the button his jeans. "Absolutely," she said before she kissed him.
It was a half hour before Finn and Rachel finally emerged from the bathroom. The party was still going strong, but everyone knew what the two of them had been doing. Finn didn't bother trying to hide his satisfied grin at all, and Rachel's cheeks seemed to be permanently flushed.
"That is so gross, man," Puck groaned when he saw the two of them. "Dude, that's my little cousin!"
Planting her hands on her hips, Rachel glared at Puck. "How do you even know what we were doing, Noah?" she demanded.
Santana plopped a green, plastic party hat down on Rachel's head. "Because we're not stupid, Berry. Plus, your dress is on inside out."
Rachel blushed furiously and immediately went back into the bathroom to fix her dress. Santana snickered, while Finn settled onto the couch and reached for a beer, completely unapologetic. Meanwhile, Puck poked Quinn in the side.
"It's been months since we've snuck off to a bathroom during a party." He poked her again. "How come we don't do that anymore?"
Quinn swatted his hand away. "If you don't stop with the pouting, we won't do anything at all."
That shut Puck up immediately, and then Rachel reappeared. She settled onto Finn's lap and curled into his chest. They all sat there, watching as Kurt played yet another game of beer pong, this time against Blaine.
Santana dropped a hat onto the middle of the coffee table so that it was upside down, revealing the hollow center. "Let's start taking bets on which one of them is going to pass out first!"
As everyone placed their bets, Rachel took the St. Patrick's Day hat off of her head and plopped it onto Finn's instead. She pressed a kiss to his cheek before moving to his lips, where she kissed him deeply. Their friends cheered and hooted and hollered around them, making Rachel smile against Finn's lips.
Sure, this wasn't how she imagined her night going. But Rachel wouldn't have it any other way.
I thought I would get back to our core characters with this chapter. Plus, the idea of Kurt being good at beer pong amuses me to no end.