DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ITS CHARACTERS! THAT'S ALL FOR RYAN MURPHY!

A/N: I am so sorry for not updating. Just had a busy end of the week. To make up for it, I have three updates tonight for you all. Enjoy and please, please review!

9. Honest Drunk

"Why aren't you home yet?" Kurt asks curiously.

Rachel grips her phone, "I'm having a lot of fun here in Ohio. I'm not ready to leave my dads' or Finn yet."

She bites her lip when she realizes she just admitted that she didn't want to leave Finn yet. It's true. He's just so great and fun and… she just doesn't want to go back to Adam yet when she has this great guy right here. Of course it's not like they're dating or anything.

"Sweetie, what are you going to do about Adam? He's going crazy. He calls me every morning and night to see if I've heard from you because apparently you're not answering any of his calls."

Rachel sighs and shakes her head, "Kurt, I don't want to talk to him. Like you said, he doesn't own me."

"Yeah, but you shouldn't keep things from your fiancé," Kurt warns.

"I'm not keeping anything from him."

"Have you told him about staying with Finn? Have you even told him about Finn? Cause', you know you sort of were depressed for years about him."

"Kurt, no I haven't told him about Finn. He doesn't need to know about Finn. Nothing is happening," She rubs her temple.

Kurt sighs dramatically, "Okay, okay. Just call him sometime. He really does care about you. And he misses you."

"Is it wrong that I'd rather spend time with Finn right now than with Adam?" She asks quietly.

"Why do you feel that way?"

"I don't know," She practically whispers. "I'm just scared. I-I don't think I know who I am."

"You're Rachel Barbra Berry, a determined, beautiful, intelligent, talented young girl who most definitely knows who she is."

"Yeah," She sighs. "That's me. Look, I'm going to go now. I-I think I'm going to call Adam."

As Kurt says his goodbye, she looks down at her ring finger and the huge diamond that it's sporting. She twists it around a few times and thinks deeply of the mistake that she's going to make. She pulls the ring off of her finger and is ready to put it away in her bag when there's a knock on the bedroom door.

Embarrassed, she slips it right back on and opens the door to see Finn already dressed for their night out on the town.

"You look really great, Rach," He breathes out, ignoring the fact that her ring is shining brighter than ever at this moment.

He's taking an almost married woman out on a date. Well, it really isn't a date-date. It's just a friendly one. But that's still weird.

She smiles at him and spins around in her black cocktail dress that has a close bodice until her belly button, then it skirts out into lacey layers, ending just above her knees. She wears matching black ankle boots.

"You look good, too, Finn."

He does his own, awkward but funny, spin showing off his dark skinny jeans and grey button down.

"Ready to go?" He asks her.

She tosses her phone down onto the bed and grabs her jacket and wristlet. She can call Adam later.

"Yes."

-glee-

They drive over to Finn's favorite Pub. It's called Magic Sam's and it's run by friend Sam Evans. He and Finn had remained pretty close friends along with Puck, Artie, and Mike. They all came to this Pub once at least every month, just to catch up. Although tonight not all of them would be there, probably not even Sam because it's a Saturday. It's busy and they're lucky they're able to find two open seats up at the bar counter.

The bartender, her long blonde hair cascading down her back perfectly straightened, turns around to serve her two new customers.

Rachel and Finn are very surprised with they see Quinn Fabray staring at them with her wide green eyes and black wing eyed eye liner. She's gotten more beautiful, Rachel notices. Her face has become more… demure, if that were possible. Obviously, it is, because here she is in a blue polo shirt that is short enough to show a patch of skin before her skinny jeans start, low on her hips.

"Finn? Is that you?"

Funny how she still is able to ignore Rachel.

"Quinn," Finn says, shocked. "I-I've never seen you here. When did you start working?"

"A few weeks ago. I moved back to Ohio and am living here in Columbus with my daughter Bailey," She explains. "Sorry, I didn't really notice you, Rachel. You look so different without wearing an animal sweater and having those kiddie bangs. How are you?"

"I'm great," Rachel ignores the comment. "So you have a daughter now? That's nice. Who's the father?"

"Believe or not, I'm married to one my college peers. His name is Erick Vona," She explains with a smile. "I just had Bailey a year ago and we were living in Pennsylvania."

"Why'd you move back?" Finn prompts.

She sighs sadly, "Erick lost his job. But he got an offer in Columbus at the PR firm. He's making pretty good money again. I work part time, just for some extra money to get things for Bailey."

Rachel smiles, "I'm glad everything worked out for you Quinn."

Pretty girls like her always get the good things in the end. Rachel should be the one married with a little baby. Maybe that could happen with Adam. He really doesn't want kids though. He had told her once that all they do is make a mess and will steal all the attention away from you, therefore, they really only harm you.

"Thanks. So how are you two? Do you guys have a kid yet?"

"Hey, Quinn, could you get me a beer?" Finn asks, sick of everyone assuming they're still together.

Funny they had all this faith in them, but Rachel didn't even have enough to give him a shot. They could have a kid by now if she really wanted to. He always wanted kids. A little girl with the same eyes as Rachel, and a little boy who he could rough house with.

"No, we're not together," Rachel explains. "And I'll take a few shots of Patron."

Finn looks at her with wide eyes. That's pretty hardcore.

"Sorry. I'll be right back with your drinks," She turns around and drops them off before going to other customers and waiting on them.

Rachel takes the first shot glass, looking at the contents before tossing her head back and downing it within a second.

Her eyes water at the wild burn it has while sliding down her throat and settling in her stomach.

Quinn ends up leaving soon and some guy comes in as the bartender. Rachel has had three shots, Finn two beers, now on his third. Rachel asks for a strawberry martini, which Finn's sure they didn't have, but the bartender comes back with one anyways.

"So, Rachel, tell me more about Adam," Finn asks, looking into her eyes.

She lets out a dry laugh, "Oh, what's there to tell?"

She picks up the glass eagerly. He watches her with wide, intrigued eyes for he had never seen Rachel drink like this in his life time. He wonders how often she tossed back strawberry martinis in New York while she was gone. He doesn't really care. He's seeing it right now.

She sets the glass back down onto the bar counter and looks over at Finn before giggling.

"Well, what's he like?"

"An asshole!" She exclaims, laughing again.

"You're not serious," He shakes his head, swigging at his own beer.

"Yes I am. I'm totally serious, Finny. I really don't love him," She admits.

"Then why are you marrying him?" He asks curiously.

"Because I won't get the chance to marry you," She taps his nose, pushing it down and giggling again.

He takes another gulp from his beer. She's drunk right now. He's not going to get all excited about that statement. But what if it's true?

"What else about Adam?" He settles for.

"He's a jerk to me all the time. You know he called me and called me the b-word."

Finn clenched his fists together. That's really sick; a guy telling his fiancé she's a bitch? He really can see that this Adam guy is a class A douche-bag. Like, a real St. Jackass.

"And then he got all mad at me because when I tried telling him I was staying longer, all he wanted was to sext. I don't do that," She shakes her head and starts to drink another martini.

"That's good that you don't do that," He says and she nods. "How did he propose to you?"

"Oh, it was a joke," She says dryly. "He did it right in the middle of Central Park. Of course that's probably romantic to most people."

"But not you," He interrupts, "Because you always wanted something private and intimate. Something that was special between the two people because they were the only ones to witness it."

She looks at him and even though she's pretty dizzy, she still knows that he said the sweetest thing ever. He truly knows her. He knows her so well.

She nods her head, "And the ring."

"Is over the top," He agrees. "You wanted just a simple gold band with a special engraving. Then the wedding ring would be the engagement band with a princess cut diamond, but a small one. I agree. We wouldn't want anything taking attention away from your beauty."

She smiles and hugs him, "You are so great, Finn Hudson."

He hugs her back and wishes that she'd take him back and that they could have what the used to have.

But an upbeat song starts playing and she wants to dance, so she pulls him with her and they dance for the next two hours. It's one in the morning by the time they get back to the apartment and she kisses him on the cheek to thank him before passing out in the spare room.

He goes to his own room and contemplates the things she has said that night. She was drunk…

But people are always so honest when they're drunk because they don't have the judgment skills to keep things inside like they would when they were sober.

With that bit of information, he passes out.