Rachel pulled the covers over her body and and awkwardly glanced at Finn.
"I…ummm…I thought it was supposed to be longer than that." Rachel murmured. Finn flushed scarlet.
"Well uhhhh…" He brushed a hand through his hair and ducked his head in shame. The only sound was the roaring noise of the New York traffic outside the hotel. Rachel got up, pulling the blanket with her. "Hey!" Finn shouted at her, covering himself as much as possible with his giant hands. "Naked here!"
"Finn, we just had sex. Does it really matter that much? Besides, if I get sick from being naked in this cold room we are doomed at Nationals." Rachel glided across the room to where her clothes lay. "I…I should go anyway. Mercedes will wonder where I am."
"Oh…y-yeah that makes sense," Finn stammered. He started to get up, but Rachel held up her hand.
"No, that's ok." She quickly pulled her plaid skirt on and grabbed her jacket. "I'll see you tomorrow Finn." She gave a small smile and swiftly fled from the room.
"God damn it!" Finn put his head between his legs. "Fucking mailman!" He hit the bed around him.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Puck walked over to his side of the room with a smirk on his face.
"Dude! You've been here the whole time?" Finn yelled.
Puck cracked up. "Yeah…All five minutes! Man, you suck. And not in the good way."
Finn groaned, pulling the covers up over his head. Tomorrow was going to be awkward.