Ok, so I think it now goes without saying that you guys are AWESOME! You guys really didn't want it to be Quinn in the bed…

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Finn couldn't help but stare at the girl beside him. His wide eyes wouldn't move from her hair. Finn was so focused on her that even his piercing headache didn't bother him. He had frozen in that spot. Only when she moved, making herself more comfortable in the bed they both shared, did Finn snap out of his trance. What did he do last night? Finn turned to face the white ceiling above him, which he stared at with owl eyes, as questions flooded his mind. Why was he there? Why was she next to him? Why are they both naked? He needed answers. Finn carefully slipped out of the bed, making sure he didn't wake his ex girlfriend, as he searched the floor of the bedroom for the clothes he wore the night before, which were scattered everywhere. As he slowly reached his grey boxers, which were strewn across the room, he heard a noise coming from the bed. When he cast his eyes towards the source of the sound, Finn saw his ex girlfriend sitting up, staring right back at him. A moment of silence swept between the two, as they both gazed at each other, taking in their facial expressions. A second later, Finn blushed as he turned back towards his boxers, which he rushed to put them on, while his ex girlfriend tried looking anywhere but at him.

"Did you have a nice sleep?" Finn asked but wanting to kick himself instantly after asking.

'Why am I asking her whether she had a nice sleep, when we are both naked? I really am dumb some times. First I drink when I'm supposed to be the designated driver, which means I didn't drive anyone I was supposed to, home, then I get in bed with my ex girlfriend and I can't remember whether I had sex with her or not, now I'm asking her whether she slept ok like there wasn't a bigger issues to deal with like why they are both naked?'

"Ermm…yeah. You?"

'This must be the most awkward conversation ever.'

"Yeah, great." Finn replied, avoiding eye contact, as he scanned the room from his top.

'It's going to come out sooner or later, might as well be the first one to ask. You're both going to talk about why you're naked so just ask. What are you so scared of Finn?'

"S-"

"Why are we…y'know?"

Finn shot his head up at her question. She was the first to come up with the topic. As he sighed, Finn sat on the edge of the bed so he was near to his confused ex girlfriend who was now covered by a sheet, but not near enough so they where in touching distance. By the looks of it, they've already had enough.

"I have no idea. I just woke up with this splitting headache and I can't remember anything about last night."

"Oh." she gazed downwards at her fingers as she fiddled with the sheets, clearly Finn's answer wasn't the reply she was expecting.

"Do you know?"

"No."

"Great." Finn muttered as he rose from the bed to find the rest of his scattered clothes.

"Do you think we…?"

"I don't know Rachel. It doesn't seem like something you would do but here we are, naked!"

"Well…" Rachel started as she jumped from the bed, with the sheet still wrapped around her, as she joined Finn in the search of her clothes. "I don't think we did. I mean I know we're both naked and we can't remember anything about the night before but I think that no matter how intoxicated we were, we still had some common sense."

"You think?"

"Finn, trust me." Rachel began as she started to fold her white dress. "I truly believe we did not have sexual intercourse last night."

"Yeah, I bet you're right. So why were we naked?"

"Well I do remember feeling hot because the heating was on at full."

"Oh I guess that makes sense. W-wait what ar-are you doing?" Finn asked as he noticed Rachel not putting on her clothes.

"I can't wear clothes I wore last night; I'm putting these in the wash so they can get cleaned. This is my house. It would be silly of me to wear old clothes when I have others."

"But this isn't your bedroom." Finn pointed out as he threaded his belt through his jeans.

"I know."

"O…k then. Shall we go down?" Finn asked, after getting dressed, as he ran his hand through his hair.

Rachel lightly chuckled. "Let me just get changed, you go. I'll be down in a second."

"Ok, see ya down there." Finn gave his signature half smile to his ex girlfriend before slipping out of the room.

"Oh, where is my neckl-there it is." Rachel smiled to herself as she reached for her gold necklace, which was by the foot of her bed, the one Finn gave her. As she bent down, Rachel noticed something, something small. Only the corner of, what seemed to be a wrapper, was poking out under her bed. Rachel thought that this was very odd seen as she keeps her room impeccably tidy and throws any sort of food wrapper away, so she picked up the wrapper to see it wasn't packaging for food.

It was a torn condom wrapper.

"Hey. I thought you guys went home?" Finn asked as he entered the room, to see a few teenagers passed out on the sofas, half on, and half off.

"Aww, man. Don't shout." Puck hushed the quarterback as he slowly lifted his head.

"I'm not." Finn told him as he lowered his voice.

"Man, my head is killing."

"Not surprised after last night. Look at everyone." Finn made his way through the room full of sleeping Glee club members in shock, as he looked at each person. "They all stink like booze. How much did they have?"

"I dunno." Puck shrugged as he rubbed his eyes. "Santana was the worst. She was running around, screaming and shouting. Sam had to chase her round the house. It was hilarious. Man was it wild down here. Shame you missed it."

"Huh?" Finn instantly spun his head around to the jock, who was carefully trying to get on his feet. "You remember what happened last night? What happened to me?"

"Yeah. We were all playing that game…ermm…f something, I can't remember, but you got bored so you left and said you wanted to sleep. When you went up, Rachel rushed after you saying something about checking you weren't sick on her father's rug. So you two ran up stairs but Rachel should have really stayed down…"

'You're telling me.'

"…'cause Quinn puked up a lung in a vase in the kitchen."

"That's what happened last n-"

"Good morning- oh my." Rachel entered the room with a great big smile, which then vanished as she caught sight of the view in front of her. "W-what the-"

"Rachel Berry." Puck announced as he swung one arm around her. "How are you today, darling?"

"Noah please." Rachel pushed Puck's arm off as she walked passed Mercedes sleeping body. "W-what happened…" Rachel's voice faded as the shock of the scene consumed her, but Finn and Puck already knew what she was going to ask, that she didn't really need to finish her question.

"You threw an awesome party." Puck answered as he grinned at the brunette before running a hand through his mohawk.

"Noah, I'm being serious. Why is everyone else still here? Didn't you all go home last night?"

"No, everyone was too drunk, plus some were already passed out on the floor. So we decided to crash here. Wait a minute. What about you? You were upstairs with Finn. What was all that about? Did my Rachel give some to Finn? What about us Jews?" Puck joked as he placed both hands on his hips.

Finn and Rachel shot each other a look at the mention of the two upstairs. Finn felt the hard lump in his throat forming again while Rachel remembered the torn condom wrapper she found upstairs, before she turned towards Puck. "Oh, Noah, stop joking. I just made sure Finn was ok, which he was, then fell asleep myself." she shrugged as she continued her look round the room.

"I guess we should wake up them up." Finn told the other two as he started to nudge Lauren on the shoulder.

"You two do that, I'll make breakfast. You can't expect them to start the day on an empty stomach." Rachel strolled into her kitchen.

"I just hope she doesn't find that vase." Puck muttered to himself as he helped Tina up from the floor.

"Good morning fellow glee clubbers." Rachel greeted the teenagers as they filed into the kitchen, one by one. Each rubbing their head and squinting at the sunlight bursting through Rachel's windows. "I wasn't sure what you would want so I made pancakes, the cereal boxes are just here." Rachel tapped the boxes. "For those who wish to cereal. If no one wants that then just tell me."

"Wow." Puck's jaw dropped at the sight of the pancakes drizzled with maple syrup as he entered the room with Finn. "I'll have a plate." Puck ran to a spare seat as he held the knife and fork in his hands. "Rachel this is just beautiful." Puck started as he began to cut the pancakes she placed in front of him. "Just gorgeo-"

"Dude!" Finn elbowed the jock as he sat next to him. "I don't want to hear or see your food swirling around. Close your mouth."

"As much as I appreciate you telling me how delicious my food is, I agree with Finn." Rachel added as she smiled at the quarterback for a second before serving the rest of her guests.

"Rachel?" Quinn called as she finished her cereal. "Where is your toilet? I don't feel so good."

"Just down the corridor, first on the left."

"Hey." Finn whispered to Rachel as all the other Glee club members left the kitchen.

"Hey." Rachel smiled back at her ex boyfriend, as she began to run the tap.

"Do you want any help washing the dishes?"

"No, no. You're my guest; you sit with everyone else in the other room. I'll be done in a minute."

"Well…" Finn began as he rolled up his sleeves. "I wasn't really asking for your permission."

"Finn, no. The host should clean. You're a gu-"

"Nope. Not taking no for an answer Rach." Finn told his ex girlfriend as he started to grab one of the dirty dishes.

"Thank you."

"It's alright."

"Finn…" Rachel started as she broke the icy silence that followed after Finn's response.

"Yeah?"

Rachel froze. She gazed at his brown eyes. His brown eyes that she could loose herself in. That every time she stared into his silky dark eyes, Rachel felt safe. She always felt safe. It was just the whole presence of Finn altogether. She had to tell him though. She had to. Rachel sighed as she thought of the news she would impart him with. How it contradicted with what she had said later. She had to tell him. She did. He had a right to know that there was a torn condom wrapper on her floor. That it was empty. She had to. Didn't she? Rachel knew she had to tell him. She knew it but she wasn't sure whether she should. Whether he would want to know. He would. Yes, of course. This was crazy. He would want to know if there was a condom wrapper on his ex girlfriends floor after he spent the night with her in her bed, naked. It contradicted everything she said earlier. Everything she said about them not having sex. That she was a hundred percentage sure that they did not have sex. Now she was about forty-one percent sure. Forty-one! Just that constant worry in the back of her mind, a voice, wondering, maybe they did have sex. Maybe they did get so drunk, that they had sexual intercourse. She couldn't place that worry, that voice, into Finn's mind. She couldn't do that to Finn. No.

He had the right but she couldn't worry him like that.

"Rach?"

R-r-review:) It was Rachel! Yaay:) It was an empty condom wrapper ooohh. Will she tell him? Did they even use it? Questions, constructive criticism and suggestions are always welcome.