I'm quite worried about the next part. Rachel can be hard to write for. Anyway, it's split in two, I'll post the last part soon. The thing with the last part, it's quite graphic and I don't know how that's going to go over with , so it'll also be posted on my LJ: .com/ as well and it won't be a locked post.

Part Four: Rachel

I, Rachel Berry, have a juicy secret.

I'm not a virgin anymore.

I'm lying in this huge bed sandwiched between Finn Hudson's naked body and Quinn Fabray's equally naked body. And don't forget Noah Puckerman spooning Quinn. Oh, and he's also naked. They're all asleep, at least I think so, but I'm still reeling from the events of this evening that I don't think I can sleep just yet.

I take a deep breath in and I can smell vanilla and sex. I hold back a giggle at the thought because what we did here tonight, was definitely not vanilla. I try to move just to roll over onto my side to get comfortable and two different arms hold me tight.

I'm still trying to wrap my head around everything, but I'm pretty certain we're in my own bedroom. I suppose I should feel a little calmer about that, but I'm not quite sure how we got here, so that's concerning. Someone forgot to turn my bedside lamp off, which is lucky because it lets me see around my room. There are bits of clothes strewn all over and I'm trying to recall how it all got there and the lights of my stereo are still on.

I close my eyes trying to picture the beginning of this bizarre evening in my head. It's a Friday night, right? I was definitely out with my Dad's having dinner before their late night flight out to New York. Dad had a conference, and they normally wouldn't both go, but this weekend is also their anniversary so I assured them both that I'd be fine for a few days without them.

Well, that explains why they're not here banging down my door.

I suppose it all started when we were at dinner, Daddy spotted a table with some kids from school. I glanced over to where he was pointing only to be met with the gaze of Finn Hudson. "Oh," I said softly in surprise.

"Do you know them honey?" My Dad asked politely looking over to the table.

I fiddled with my napkin before answering with a grin I'd been practicing in the mirror lately, "Oh yeah, we're in Glee together." I answered hoping to leave it there. "So what are you and Daddy going to do to celebrate?" I tried earnestly to change the topic.

"Oh honey, you have the itinerary, why don't you introduce your friends to us? We'd love to meet them. You always talk about Glee but we've never met any of your Glee friends." Daddy interrupted with a huge smile before motioning with his head at the table that sat Finn Hudson, Quinn Fabray and Noah Puckerman. Who even knew what they were doing here on a Friday night.

I knew there would come a day when I'd really have to use my years of acting classes to fool both my Dad's. It seemed tonight was going to be the night. "I'm sure they'd rather not be bothered, I'll introduce you another time, I promise." I delivered with an award-winning smile and quickly took a sip of water.

"They won't mind, they're just waiting for their dessert. Come on, we want to meet your friends." Daddy sure was persistent tonight. But friends, yeah, right. Not in this lifetime. I didn't have the heart to tell either of them that people didn't really like me that much at school and these three, were high on the list of Rachel-haters. Well, maybe not so much Finn anymore, but Quinn had enough hate for the both of them.

I gave my Dad's another fake smile for the evening and gently placed my napkin on my seat before nervously making my way over to their table. I looked over my shoulder at my dad's who just looked so eager and I couldn't let them down. I suppose I shouldn't give Finn such a hard time. He was in a difficult spot with a pregnant girlfriend and me mooning over him all the time. I'm still pretty hurt he used my feelings against me, but a part of me definitely understood why he did it.

I slowed as I finally approached the table. I'd never been this nervous before. I squared my shoulders, almost ready for battle before I quickly met their gazes. Quinn's looked like she could have set me on fire. "Look, I know this is a lot to ask, but my Dad's know you're in Glee with me and think you're my friends." I gave a small self-deprecating laugh, "Never going to happen, I know. Anyway, I don't need them to know how many friends I actually lack, so I'm asking for a favour. If you can give me about thirty seconds of polite friendly conversation with my Dad's, then Noah, you can throw as many slushies on me as you like next week and I won't threaten to sue, Quinn, you and the Cheerio's will have free reign to do whatever you like, provided you don't ruin any kind of acting or singing or dancing career I might have, and don't touch the hair and Finn, I promise not to embarrass you in the halls by talking to you." I looked at all three of them trying to meet their gazes again, but they were looking at each other. "If that seems like a fair deal, then would you like to meet my parents?" I motioned with my hand to my Dad's sitting at our table who waved back at us. I heard Puck snort and just knew this wasn't going to work.

"Sure Rach," Finn said with a small smile before sliding out of the booth they were in. To say I was surprised was a bit of an understatement, especially when I saw Quinn and Puck following Finn out of the booth and towards my table.

I quickly strode over to introduce them properly. With a big grin, I motioned to my company. "Dad, Daddy, this is Finn, Quinn and Puck. We're in Glee together." I quickly took a seat and waited for disaster to occur while I neatly replaced my napkin in my lap.

"It's so nice to meet you. Sometimes Glee is all Rachel talks about." My Dad said embarrassingly as he stood up to shake hands with Finn and Puck. He came around to give Quinn a kiss on the cheek though and all I wanted was for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I love my Dad, but Quinn is not a touchy-feely person.

"Well it's great to meet you too Mr Berry. And you too Mr Berry." Finn replied with a smile and a quick handshake with Daddy. Well, that wasn't so bad.

"Are you celebrating something?" Quinn asked with a smile motioning to the table and their dinner. There was also a small gift box in the centre of the table. I'd gotten my dad's matching silver card holders engraved with the date of their anniversary.

"Oh! Rachel didn't tell you? Her father and I are headed to New York later this evening. It's our 25th anniversary." Dad shared with everyone.

"Are you staying at home by yourself?" Quinn asked me in a concerned voice. At least she sounded concerned to me.

I just looked at Quinn oddly, "Um, yeah. They'll be back on Monday morning though." I had no idea what the hell was going on. I never thought they'd play along. Well, Finn I figured would. But definitely not Quinn or Puck.

"Oh you should come and stay at my place. Of course, if that's alright with your Dad's." Quinn offered with a smile and well placed hand on my shoulder.

I just gave her this really weird look.

Both my Dad's looked at each other. "Well, if it's alright with your parents, Quinn, you can always keep Rachel company at our house this weekend." Dad gave a quick look at the guys before adding with a grin, "But boys, we have to draw the line somewhere." Dad laughed and so did Puck and Finn.

I quickly glanced around the restaurant, this could not be my reality.

"Don't worry Mr. Berry, Finn and I will protect Rachel's virtue." Puck replied with a grin as I watched them all share a laugh together.

What the fuck? My virtue? Since when were they ever concerned about my virtue. This had gone on long enough.

I shook my head slightly to clear it. I checked the time and noticed that my Dad's had to leave. "Dad? You guys need to get going. Your flight leaves in two hours and you know how Daddy hates to rush."

That should definitely break up this other-worldly experience quick fast. "Oh no! We were just getting to know your friends, you'll have to come over for dinner one night. Maybe next Friday? We'll cook, just bring yourselves." Daddy was just gushing over my 'friends'. And now he was inviting them to dinner, in my house. Would this conversation just never end?

"We'd love to Mr. Berry." Quinn answered while rubbing my arm softly up and down.

And again I'm asking myself, 'What the Fuck?' I don't usually like to use profanities, but in this instance, it's all I can do to stop myself from saying them out loud.

"Excellent. Next Friday then, oooh, you should have a slumber party. We could - " Oh God.

"Dad! I think they'd like to get back to their dessert and we should leave so you can catch your flight." I quickly interrupted.

"Spoilsport." Dad said with a small pout. But finally Daddy stood up and clapped Dad on the back encouraging him to start getting ready to leave.

"Well, it was nice to meet you all, but Rachel's right, we should be going." Dad shook their hands and gave Quinn another kiss on the cheek. He then placed his hand on my back, "I'm sorry honey, we didn't get to have our dessert. Will you be alright with the ice cream back home?" I just gave him a smile and a nod.

"Oh Rach can have dessert with us, we can see that she gets home ok." Finn jumped in with a smile. I shot him a confused look.

"Well there you go, honey. You can have that piece of triple chocolate mousse cake you wanted." Daddy said patting my head.

"That's ok, I'll just eat some ice cream when I get home." I really could not understand what the hell was going on. They were taking this way too far. I was already going to have to lie about Quinn spending the weekend and come up with some excuse about next Friday's dinner. Damnit, I wasn't going more than a week with slushie clothes. This was not part of the deal.

"Seriously Rach, you should have dessert with us, we hardly got to see you all week." Quinn said looping her arm in mine.

"There we go, that's settled. We're off, but you call us if you need anything, ok?" And with that my Dad's gave me a hug and a kiss and paid the bill before walking out the door without a backwards glance.

I made sure my parents were gone before turning towards them. I gently extricated my arm from Quinn's hold, surprised she hadn't dropped it like a hot potato as soon as my dad's backs were turned. "So, as much fun as that must have been for you guys, I'm going to head home." I began to turn around but quickly turned back, "Also... thank you, for, that." See, I can still be polite.

And with that, I made my way out of the restaurant and back home.