A/N: Annnnnnd I'm back! I decided to start chapter two early because my Sims game is refusing to work properly and I so really need a hobby. Figured I start off with the elusive Kurt/Finn/Rachel night because as a few people said the Puck/Quinn night wasn't really going to be any different than shown in the episode.
I own nothing. Again a few lines from the actual episode in here.
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Chapter Two: Love Drunk
As a particularly fashionable gay, Kurt liked to think he had an eye for all types of style. And so upon entering the Berry's house, he couldn't help but scrutinise their interior design. It didn't take much for him to admit that not only did the Berry's have impeccable taste in furnishings but they obviously loved and prided their daughter. Numerous picture-frames were hanging clearly in the hall, all depicting Rachel at various points in childhood. Kurt smirked as he spotted the trophy cabinet perched in the living area, a direct shrine to Rachel's undeniable talent.
Smiling at the father whom had greeted him at the door, Kurt followed their directions up the stairs and couldn't help but roll his eyes as he came upon the large golden star motif plastered on the whitewood door. Pushing it open he openly gaped. Clearly the adult Berry's had passed nothing onto their daughter in the way of decorative skills.
"Rachel, please remind me to come back here one day and completely revamp your bedroom. This is nauseating. I thought you were sixteen not six. When did you last redecorate?" Kurt inquired only to be met with a withering look. Rolling his eyes, he hoisted up and sat his briefcase on the bed. Rachel raised her eyebrows in questioning. Snapping the clasps open Kurt flung the lid open and spread his arms in flourish.
"This m'dear is the Kurt Hummel Case of Beautification. This is the masterpiece that helped Mercedes deal with those god-awful curls of hers, convinced Tina that spilt-ends were so not in and continues to make sure that I look as fabulous as always. And now it's at our disposal so we can see what we can make of you. Now sit." he commanded and Rachel, grimacing the entire time, flopped into her desk chair. Kurt grinned at the idea of things finally going his way as he unpacked the wax strips.
Several moments after he was trying not to scream at the fact Rachel's eyes were filling with tears of pain. Hadn't she ever heard that beauty equals pain?
"The key is to never wax above the eyebrow, always shape from below. Trust me; I get a lot of practice. Look at mine," Kurt said a matter of factly as he admired his own in the mirror. Rachel bit her lip nervously,
"Kurt, why did you volunteer to give me a new look?" she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
Kurt sighed, "One, I'm a sucker for makeovers and two, you need something to distract from your horrible personality. Most of the time I find it hard be in the same room with you." softening a little at the sight of Rachel's hurt and abrasive look, Kurt continued, "That and Quinn asked me to. She said your dads were having people over and I do love being able to show my gift off so I agreed. Besides you managed to keep Noah Puckerman occupied without sex for longer than ten minutes so obviously you're not totally unfortunate looking, meaning we may be onto something."
Rachel looked away slightly regretful and longingly and Kurt couldn't help but think that maybe there could be another chapter to that story. Rachel and Puck certainly weren't a conventional couple but they seemed to make it work; besides anything that would kick Rachel out of the Finn competition was a good thing in Kurt's book.
"I don't understand why Quinn would do that. She completely rejected my advances to help and so I don't distinguish why she would help me with no gain for herself. And what Noah and I had was nothing, it was merely a week out of our time to use one another as a distraction." she murmured and Kurt struggled not to frown, so maybe she wasn't completely out of the game yet.
"Can I finish with my shaping now? Because then we can start the fun stuff...how opposed to a haircut would your parents be?" he asked and she scowled before shrugging.
Twenty minutes later Rachel was ready to scream mercy. Not only had Kurt waged war on her eyebrows but he'd also sweet-talked her fathers into handing over the kitchen scissors without question. Curse her dads, suckers for any well-dressed, polite teen whom entered their house. And now she was stuck, tied to a chair – because Kurt was sick of her fighting him and had pulled out several designer scarves – whilst he contemplated the benefits of three different styles of fringe. Personally she just wanted to scream "It's not even your hair! Just make a bloody decision!", but of course Rachel did not condone explicit language and really she didn't exactly want to annoy Kurt while he was handling her hair and a very sharp pair of scissors. Finally he decided on a long set of bangs, assuming he could convince her hair to layer well and develop a natural wave.
By five o'clock, Rachel had severely had enough. Kurt had finished her hair and unmercifully attacked her face with at least 15 different makeup brushes. After modelling her hair downstairs for her fathers who had already cracked open the wine and streamers, Kurt had rushed her back upstairs where he was now practically wrestling with her wardrobe, throwing out what he said were her more despicable sweaters and skirts and pairing the less offensive ones up into better looking combinations. Rachel had long stopped paying attention and had plugged her iPod headphones in after Kurt's third lecture on the huge fashion don't that old lady sweaters and small child skirts were. Opening her eyes she almost slipped off the bed to find Kurt glaring down on her. Pausing her Wicked playlist she smiled meekly up at him to be greeted with no remorse.
"Have you been paying any attention to me at all? I asked if you owned any pairs of pants that aren't a horrible colour and don't come in a suit?" he grumbled and Rachel flung herself off the bed,
"There should be a few pairs of jeans at the very back somewhere. Mainly the ones Mercedes made me get for our 'Don't Stop Believin' and 'Somebody to Love' numbers." she answered and Kurt groaned,
"I thought it'd come to this. But luckily I came prepared. Try these on. And yes they are meant to be tight and no I won't look." he said shoving a plastic bag in her arms, muttering under his breath, "I'm not interested anyway."
Glancing at the clock Rachel noted that she had about half an hour to appease Kurt before she had to kick him out before Finn showed up, because that was something she really didn't want to deal with. So rolling her eyes she attempted to pull the jeans on, sucking in her stomach as they finally got passed her thighs and succeeded in cutting off all circulation to her legs. Finally breathing out Kurt turned back around and whistled,
"For someone so short, tight pants do actually make your legs look good. Show up to school Monday in those and Jacob Israel may just have an aneurism. And if you try the corset-style top on that I left in the bag too, with this-" he leant to the floor and picked up a discarded shirt, "-thrown over the top, we may have just created an outfit that is both sexy and double-taking and still appropriate for you to wear around your fathers." Kurt gave her a genuine smile and Rachel couldn't help but smile back. As torturous as it had been, she knew that Kurt knew his stuff. Several awkward minutes later, after Kurt had fixed almost every aspect of her outfit and had strongly warned her that she was to only wear the specific outfits he had re-paired in her closet or else he would harm her gravely, Rachel finally pushed him out the front door on the promise to take photos. Collapsing on the couch she couldn't help but wonder, what on earth did Quinn want that to happen for?
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"Finn! Stop stop stop! Your other foot!" Rachel cried as Finn messed up the move once more, "If you try and go the other way you completely mess up the dynamic."
Ten minutes after Kurt had left, Finn had pulled into the Berry's driveway and Rachel had spent the last hour in her backyard trying to teach Finn the more complicated steps of the routine.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he murmured, "I just get my rights and lefts mixed up sometimes. I'm really sorry; I know it frustrates people that I'm so stupid."
Rachel sighed; she never could stay mad at Finn for very long. Something about the way his eyes always took on the lonely puppy look, plus he was incredibly cute, something both of her fathers had picked up on, shooting her thumbs ups behind Finn's back.
"Don't worry about it. You're not stupid, everyone gets confused sometimes, like I'm still trying to work out when am I ever going to use parabolas in real-life." she consoled him and at his wide-eyed look she could help but think maybe that wasn't the best example to use. "And if you really need to, notice that your forefinger and thumb make an 'L' on your left hand."
Rachel grinned as Finn tried it out and gave an almost girlish squeal of recognition. Her eyes widened in surprise as he threw his arms around her in a hug,
"Aww thanks Rachel. You really are the best at this!" he exclaimed and she smiled softly,
"No problem. Just remember that little move and when you spin Quinn, try to go gentle so that she doesn't throw up on stage, and you should be fine," she reassured and he nodded, slowly taking it all in as they flattened themselves down onto the grass.
They lay in silence, watching the sky as it started to turn orangey-pink of twilight before Finn broke it,
"I'm sorry by the way. That you lost your solo on this song to Quinn," he whispered and Rachel shrugged,
"It's alright. I suppose I should get used to sharing the spotlight around. That's what I rejoined Glee for. Besides its kinda fun doing backup, Tina and Brittany are fun to sing with and I suppose the others will warm up to me eventually. Noah did anyway."
They quickly grew awkward at the mention of Puck and both were relieved when her daddy announced that people were beginning to show up.
The first half of the night was going well in Rachel's mind. Finn had decided to stay a little longer due to the fact his mom was working and Quinn was out with Brittany and Santana having a girl's night and he didn't really want to be home alone given Puck wasn't answering any of his texts. Rachel was pleased to see him getting along well with both of her fathers, and he didn't look at all unnerved, plus no-one had gotten too drunk and fallen in the pool yet.
Liking the fact that she was trusted enough by her parents not to drink herself into a stupor, Rachel sat curled up in her camp chair next the fire-bucket with a wine-cooler laughing as some of her dad's work friends badly sang several ABBA songs and Finn, who may have drank a few more wine-coolers than she had, stood carefully studying the list of potential karaoke songs she had typed up a week earlier. Suddenly his face broke into a huge grin and he gave her a thumbs up. Rachel giggled once more before deciding she may have had a little too much to drink if she was giggling of all things.
The ABBA song finally finished and Finn took his place on the little platform – made out of a bunch of plastic crates they'd found in the basement – as the intro to REO Speedwagon's 'Can't Fight This Feeling' started. Rachel laughed again, Finn had told her the story of how he thinks Mr. Shue spied on him singing this in the locker-room showers before he joined (was blackmailed into joining) Glee. He continued singing loudly; making large over-dramatic hand actions and Rachel wondered if the neighbours had been pre-warned about the noise. A quick scan showed that the neighbours from both sides had both been invited and Rachel suppressed a shudder at the image of the some-what elderly Ms. Maher swaying from side to side clearly dancing with herself. Finn finished on a rather high note, which Rachel was proud to say she had taught him, and yet shouldn't have been included in that song, before taking a bow and making his way back over to her, his drink clutched in his hand.
"Whatcha think? Am I cut out for the karaoke industry?" he asked, gently shoving her chair over to fit his next to it. Rachel shook her head,
"Not sure. Maybe you shouldn't quite quit Glee yet. You've still got a little bit of potential in you," she answered and he laughed, throwing an arm around her shoulders,
"Good to hear oh wise musical one. What's next, you going to have a shot?"
Rachel laughed and shook her head, "No. I've sworn never to do karaoke at these parties ever again. Last time I was made sing a bunch of Billy Joel and Beatles songs before I passed out on the back porch and one of my cousins poured half a bottle of soda on my head. Needless to say it was a little worse than a slushie shower. Instead I'm thinking I might go back inside and watch a movie."
Finn shrugged, "Sounds good. I'll come with and you can show me the wonders of this 'West Side Story' business."
They carefully packed their chairs away on the porch before letting one of her dads know they would be upstairs in her room.
"Okay kiddos," he said, "Finn, feel free to crash here if you can't get a lift home." to which Finn rather quickly agreed. Grabbing a few bottles of soda and another wine-cooler each, they made their way back to Rachel's bedroom, which she had thankfully re-tidied after Kurt had thrown her wardrobe everywhere. Finn may have been trying to sneak looks at her chest all night, but he really didn't need to see her entire underwear collection.
An hour into the movie, Rachel wasn't sure whether to be proud or not about the fact she and Finn may have already passed the tipsy stage of drunk. Continual bursts of laughter kept interrupting the movie and they had moved a little closer to each other than what was strictly necessary. Still grinning Finn turned to her,
"You know you – hic – looked really – hic – good tonight. Did Kurt attack – hic – you?" he hiccupped and Rachel nodded, her head resting lightly on his chest, unknowingly giving Finn a perfect look right down her shirt.
"Yeah. He did. Something about me needing to distract from my terrible personality," she answered and Finn frowned,
"I – hic – like your – hic – personality. I liked – hic – how you dressed – hic – before too. Not that – hic – this outfit is bad or – hic – anything. It's just not – hic – very Rachel – hic – Berry-like,"
Rachel smiled, "Aww thanks Finn. That's sweet." she tilted her head up to look at him and they finally noticed just how close their faces were to each other. Studying each other quietly for a moment, Rachel felt the alcohol wash over her mind a little as Finn leaned in closer and their lips collided.
Rolling over slightly so she was lying on him, Rachel hummed lightly into the kiss, secretly loving the idea of being close to him again. Finn wrapped his arms tightly around her, the alcohol numbing them from any logical thoughts of Quinn, and the baby, and bad decisions.
And that's when it begins.
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A/N: I know, I know. I really had to stop it there because I'm really not mature enough to write a sex scene. I mean please, I still make 'that's what she said' jokes on a daily basis and think they're hilarious. Anyway my apologies of the chapter; the whole makeover bit – I really had no clue as to what I was writing about so sorry, the whole idea of Rachel's dads being okay with them drinking – dunno about that, obviously I wanted them to drink because I don't think they would've slept together otherwise and basically I figured her dads could be those totally awesome flexible parents. And finally just the whole thing of them being drunk. I didn't really know how to write that, given I've never been drunk before and the only drunk person I've ever seen was my uncle and all he did was laugh and run into things a lot. But hey – and does anyone want to fill me in? What is a wine-cooler anyway? I have a slight idea but confirmation would be good.
Secondly – the neighbour Ms. Maher is my little shoutout to the wonderful Tara who I make check my grammar. Because as we once said, we're totally going to become those bizarre little insane old ladies who live with tons of cats and talk to ourselves all the time. And if anyone whose story alerted this (I totally love you all!) and gets a bunch of alerts but no chapter it'll be because I've replaced this chapter with the edited version (I get impatient about posting).
And finally to everyone who reviewed – I'm sending out mental love (and for the amazing alerters too). Normally I would reply to everyone personally but I'm really too lazy and only did a few so here's your messages here.
Lunar Kitty Kat – I already replied to this but again; I totally agree, if Kurt had the chance he would totally be all over Finn like that *snaps fingers*
Ch3lsBishop – Hmmm I agree; Kurt totally ** me off in the episode too. So hopefully I made him a little nicer. And I'm liking your second idea for the Glee cocktail party.
santanaa, boldlikeblack & IKeepGoldfishInMyBra – Thank you all! Reviews make me happy inside! :P
Bibz – Yeah, the stories a little predictable isn't it? But yes I am all about evening up the table. :)
Literati Lover – OMG! I didn't even think of doing Puck's reaction to the makeover. So I'm holding you entirely responsible for it coming up. Thank you! :)
And the incredibly awesome bjaarcy offered to do a Glee cocktail night story so I'm like extremely uber excited for that! Yay!
And my apologies once more for this really, really, really long a/n. I do tend to ramble. But hey I'm really proud of finishing a chapter the day after posting one! I would've posted it earlier but I finished at like 11 o'clock at night and the computer with internet was too far away. So hopefully I can have chapter three up by Monday if not Tuesday.
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