Okay, so this chapter is really short and crap but I got distracted because I'm watching Glee and I was just rendered speechless by the sight of Darren Criss on my TV. So please forgive me? It's hard to write Glee when you're focussing all your attention on Glee. Enjoy :)

The following morning Burt and Carole wandered into their house and were greeted by a chorus of groans and rude words. Carole looked around the room and frowned. There were bottles scattered across the floor, clothes thrown on furniture and bodies lying everywhere. She looked over at her husband and frowned again. He looked back at her before taking action.

"Alright kids! It's time to get up!" he yelled.

"SHUT UP!" Mike returned.

Burt went around and kicked everyone until the entire room was sitting up and grumbling about hangovers. He then trudged up the stairs and did the exact same thing to Finn. He was harder to wake. Finn groaned a few times then pulled his covers back over his head. Burt kicked harder and harder and harder and finally Finn cracked.

"What the hell dude?"

"Get up! Get up! Get up!"

"Do I have to?"

"Yes." Burt said plainly.

Finn groaned. "Fine!"

When Burt returned downstairs just about everyone had left. The only people still in the house were Kurt, Blaine and Rachel. In true Rachel style she whipped through the house and cleaned everything so that the entire house was spotless. Finn grumbled and mumbled down the stairs and paused to take in the sight before. He looked around the room and found his friends gone and the mess gone and he freaked a little because he only knew one person who could clean like that. It meant Rachel was still somewhere in the house. By now Burt and Carole had disappeared outsides and left the two other adults in the house. Rachel strolled into the room.

"Oh hi,"

"Hi Rachel,"

"So, ah, about last night. I don't really remember what we did and I don't want it to make things awkward between us," Rachel began. Finn listened, nodding his head. "And I was wondering what you thought about it, if you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, um, I agree. We were drunk so it didn't mean anything, I guess. I want to be your friend Rachel. I want to put it all behind us Rachel,"

"Me too. Can we do it though? Put it behind us I mean,"

"I think we could Rachel. If we want it bad enough we can. We can try. Try with me?"

"Yeah, I will. Can I try something first? I want to make sure,"

Finn nodded and Rachel approached him. She cupped his face in her hands and brought his lips down to hers. She was testing something. She wanted to see if there was really something there.

"Nope. I don't feel it," Rachel said. She lied. She felt it. She felt something there. She chose to ignore the feelings and just leave it. She was still hung over and the buzz from last night echoed in her head.

"No, neither." Finn lied too. He felt it and he had to lie. What would it look like if he said he felt and she didn't? Rachel's face dropped and she looked away. She really thought he'd feel it too. But he didn't and she was going to live with that.

"Well, I better go. See you later then? We should have coffee sometime,"

"Yeah, I'll call you. Bye."

"Bye,"

Finn watched Rachel walk out the door and began to mentally kick himself. Why couldn't he just be honest with her? Far out, he should've just been honest with her. Oh well, too late now. Or was it?

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