Disclaimer: No current or previous association with Glee or the FOX Network, nor is there profit
Rating: M/Mature
Type: Multi-Chapter
Title: All That We've Been Through
Pairing: Main being Finn/Rachel; Side being Finn/Quinn, Kurt/Blaine & ?/Rachel
Summary: "Do you not remember what happened back then, Finn? Do you remember all we've been through? Please for the love of all that is designer, tell me that brain of yours hasn't just… Just forgotten!"
Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry this is up like WAY late. I had a lot going on this past week or so. I just recently graduated from my schooling and I had a lot of last week testing and assignments to finish up and tons of paper work to do and places to call and eugh it was beyond stressful. Luckily though I passed and graduated with flying colors and on time, as my school is an hour's system not a set time frame, so if you don't graduate within your hours you have to start paying, ya know? Anywho after graduation I was honestly an emotional wreck because I just went through a graduation this time last year and I'm just going to miss my best friend and all my friends and everything about the school (aside from the actual school itself) and blahblahblah you all don't wanna hear about my life. Also, with everything going on I felt like I was just kinda bullshitting with my writing for this chapter and I just feel like it doesn't live up to the first one and I was extra nervous about putting it up, so if it does fail in comparison I'm so sorry and the next one will be better I promise! And since I'm out of school updates will be more regular. Anywho PLEASE READ THIS! REGUIARDING THE LAST CHAPTER BEING SET IN THE FURTURE FROM HERE ON OUT THE CHAPTERS WILL BE SET IN THE PAST NOW LEADING BACK UP TO CHAPTER ONE TO GIVE EVERYONE THE BACK STORY OF WHAT ALL WENT DOWN WITH FINN AND RACHEL AND EVERYONE AND WHY FINN IS MARRYING QUINN. So please tell me what you think so far. Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, and kind of wanted/needed. And yes, the characters may seem/act different. It's simply because I'm not a creator or writers for Glee, I'm merely a fangirl who is writing for them the best she can. Also I've tried to add some maturity to them seeing as how this does take place in the future. Thank you guys so much for all your reviews and adds and favorites. I hope I'm not letting any of you down. Thank you all for reading this and I hope everyone has a wonderful day.
"I promise Rachel it'll be fun! Besides everyone's going. Even Blaine is going and he didn't even go to McKinley." Finn whined as he stared blankly at the ceiling fan whirling above him. Senior year had come and gone in the blink of an eye, as had graduation. Personally, Finn Hudson couldn't have asked for a better way to end his high school career. Much like junior year, he and Rachel had started off as the 'it-couple', this time however the two love birds made it through all the trials and tribulations and slushies that McKinley had to offer. A few months short of their one year anniversary the tallest member, correction, tallest former member of New Directions was safely on cloud nine. Or at least he had been till his girlfriend had told him that she wasn't going to Pucks graduation party.
"Noah's graduation party will most likely result in underage drinking and after the whole 'Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza' I do not, nor will I ever again, condone, participate or even be in the same room as those who willing proceed to break the law. Alcohol awareness week taught me a lot Finn," Setting her brush down with a slam the small girl turned from her spot in front of the vanity, "And I thought it taught you something as well." Rolling her eyes, Rachel turned back to the mirror, mindless fussing with her bangs.
With a frustrated, sigh Finn ran his hands almost angrily through his hair. She just wasn't listening to him. It wasn't like he wanted to go to get drunk, get laced, party hard and regret it all the next morning when he couldn't even close his own door due to his hangover. He simply wanted to go because this could possibly be the last chance he'd have to just be with everyone, even if no-one else would really remember it, Finn would and maybe Rachel would and that was enough reason to go. Once all the graduation parties had ended, summer jobs had started and fall was drawing closer Finn would no longer be the quarter-back with the annoyingly hot girlfriend and male lead vocalist for glee club. He'd be just another Lima loser stuck in his home town to attend some local community college while the rest of his friends all went off to their fancy out of state colleges never to be heard from again outside of Facebook status updates. Why couldn't Rachel just understand that, such it up for one night and let him have his way. She was so stubborn some days it drove him nuts. "I didn't need to learn anything during alcohol awareness week Rach, I already knew the dangers of alcohol. I was the DD. Remember? Oh wait, you were too busy hanging all over me or sucking face with Blaine before you passed out to realize I was the one who drove everyone's drunken ass around." As soon as the words left his mouth, Finn began his silent prayed to grilled cheesus.
He watched her as her back straightened and stiffened, and her hands froze over her forehead. "Oh!" It was the calm before the storm and he knew it. Any second now Rachel would turn around, nose all scrunched up and lips tight together. She'd yell at him about bringing up her one mistake, rant about he was being insensitive to her or whatever, storm out of the room and then he'd be cut off from everything Rachel Barbra Berry until he was forgiven, and no-one knew when that was going to happen. Last time he'd made a careless mistake with his words Finn not only had had blue balls for almost a month but him and his right hand had become extremely close. She'd purposely walk around in skirts and tops she knew he loves and rub all up on him only to turn him down when he reached out for her. Now that it was summer, Finn wasn't sure he'd be able to handle her wrath this time around, not with bikinis in season. But instead, Rachel just turned to him and smiled, "You know, maybe Noah's party isn't such a bad idea after all. I mean, I mostly likely will make a fool of myself, but this could also be a wonderful opportunity to give me more worldly inspiration and open more doors to what teenagers our age really do. After all, I highly doubt my little house party could even compare to Noah's and I certainly don't wish to attend college underdeveloped. I need to not only have a competitive edge but an overall edge over any and all competition New York holds and if that means attending some senseless teenage party, I most certainly will. Besides, last time I did something… promiscuous I got song writing gold out of it as it led me to my first straight-gay relationship." With a curt nod Rachel let out a small laugh as she got up. "Now help me find my phone, I need to call Kurt and Blaine immediately and you," She turned to Finn who was now leaning against her headboard, "You need to call Noah and RSVP."
He laughed, "It's not the kinda party you RSVP to Rach, you just get the invite and if you show you show, if you don't you don't." His words weren't heard though. She was already out the door and headed down the hall in search of both her phone and her fathers. Even with her new found rebellious streak of waiting till the week before to do a project or not picking up the phone till the last ring and even reusing a cup from the night before, Rachel was still a daddies' girl and always made sure to tell her father's ahead of time if she planned on going somewhere. It could be annoying at times, like when Finn wanted to just show up at her house spur of the moment and take her out, but at the same time he loved that she liked keeping her father's updated on her life. The more they knew, the more lenient they were when it came to him. Not that her fathers' weren't already very lenient. In truth the two loved Finn, especially Hiram.
The floors creaked and Finn turned to the open door watching Rachel walk in, phone to her ear. "What do you mean you can't come over? The party is tonight! Tonight! I have no idea what to wear and I can't simply just show up in my casual clothes, now can I? I mean I could always wear my dress from-" He watched her frown and sigh as she paced before him. Why was it that girls always had to have some big outfit planned? No-one would even notice her outfit, they'd all most likely be trashed by the time Finn and Rachel got there and drunk people just don't pay attention that well."I think that dress is lovely! I mean yes it isn't the sexiest thing I own but…" With a scoff Rachel shook her head, "No, it's fine I'll figure something out." She laughed into the phone before finishing her conversation with a 'goodbye and see you soon' and crawling up onto the bed.
"Kurt can't come over to help huh?" Finn watched her reach out for the large stuffed rabbit. "I'm sorry." He lied. It wasn't like Finn didn't love his brother, it was just… Kurt had a way of making anyone he touched stand out. Whenever Rachel would call him for help, be it with her makeup or that days outfit, Kurt would work that fashion magic of his and Rachel wouldn't look like Rachel after all the pixie dust had settled. Not that Finn didn't like what Kurt would do to his girlfriend, quite the opposite actually. What he didn't like was that after Kurt's magic, he wasn't the only one to notice Rachel anymore. Finn wanted to be the only one to notice how his brother could get her into shorter skirts and tighter tops with necklines that should be illegal. The only one to notice the way his brother did her makeup, and while he'd never admit it to anyone, not even his own mother, Finn actually paid attention to her makeup. How Rachel normally wore hardly anything and still managed to look flawless, but when Kurt would do it her eyes would look bigger and her lips would look softer. Call him selfish but this was his girlfriend and he'd be damned if anyone else looked at her the way he did.
Burying her face into the rabbit's neck Rachel sighed, "…Will you help me?"
-x-
Finn's face scrunched up in disgust. Was she serious? Rachel stood in her closet door way, back to him smiling with her signature over the left shoulder pose. The dress was strapless and while yes the top looked cute and tight and very alluring the rest of the dress was far from that. From her hip down to the floor the tight neon blue material flared out into some hideous floral pattern Finn swore he'd seen on his grandmothers kitchen window's before. Rolling her shoulder and smiling at Finn like he had a camera pointed at her Rachel nodded her head eagerly before twirling once. He shook his head when their eyes met and she huffed. Dropping her shoulders Rachel turned sharply and retreated back into her closet slamming the door behind her. After hearing the small lock sound Finn dropped his hands into his face and softly sighed. He'd seen her in eighteen different outfits already, from dresses to skirts to pants to even an adult onesie and the only thing they'd accomplished was the pile of clothes near his feet and an almost empty closet. The party had already started an hour ago and if they didn't hurry all the alcohol would be long gone by the time they got there. Knowing he wasn't going to drink wasn't his problem, he was more so concerned about showing up late to party that was supposed to have that no longer did and here he would be strolling in without any. Last time that happened no-one so much as even looked in Finn's direction for the rest of the night, not even Puck.
She cleared her throat, he looked up. This outfit wasn't any better. Wiggling her hips, arms and hands up in the air as if she was holding invisible trays Rachel nodded again with as much enthusiasm as before. The tight pencil skirt had a funky plaid print on it that matched the print on her blazer. "I feel like you're picking some of these outfits on purpose Rach." Finn muttered as he stood up, walking not only past his pouting girlfriend but into her closet as well. "I mean yeah sure some of what you've tried on I can understand. The onesie though," He turned to look at her, "I knew you were messing with me then." With a small laugh Finn began flipping through the tops hanging in her closet. Most of them were her trademark animal print sweaters with the occasional ruffled or collared shirt or colorful cardigan. "It's not that I don't love the way you dress but… do you have anything aside from sweaters and leg warmers?"
"I…," She paused to think, "I do have this one top Kurt and Blaine got me for graduation." Turning and rushing from the closet and over to her dresser Rachel bent down, pulling open the bottom drawer. Digging into the neatly folded and ever so carefully organized clothes she began throwing them over her shoulder as she searched. In the time it took her not only to empty that drawer, but the one next to it as well, Finn had made his way from the closet to his seat back on the bed. "AH-HA!" Shirt in hand Rachel smiled cheekily as she practically bounced over to Finn. "See they saw this in the mall near Dalton a while ago and got it for me. OH and I can wear my new black shorts with it." Rachel bit her lower lip, nose scrunching up as she smiled, "Just let me change and I'll be ready to go." Finally!
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After his not so pleasant breakup with Lauren, Puck had gone right back to his pool-cleaning business in attempts to not only occupy his free time but also his lonely nether regions. His faithful cougar following had been more than welcome to take the sex-shark back and after a good lay a certain cougar had been more than willing to let him borrow her house for the weekend. Pulling into the small estate driveway Finn rolled his eyes at the already trashed front yard. Plastic cups, passed out teens, clothes and toilet paper covered not only the front yard but the front of the house, the hoods of the cars parked out front but the bushes as well. Turning to Rachel he watched her nervously tug at her seatbelt as he shut the engine down. "It'll be fun I promise. Hey I'll even DD again, not like I want to, I mean I was kinda maybe hoping to get drunk, or at least buzzed this time around but if you feel the need to loosen up to have fun I'll DD you anywhere in town." Rachel simply nodded and smiled not saying a word as they exited the old truck. Rounding the back and waiting for him patiently at his door Rachel took his hand the second she could find it and held on tightly. The house smelt of stale cigarette smoke and sweat, the music was loud and the lights were low. He saw a few familiar faces, people he knew from either Spanish or Math, a few of his ex-teammates and even some people he'd watch graduate last year all crowded the large room. Tugging her closer, Finn led them into the kitchen, knowing exactly where to find just who he was looking for.
Puck sat comfortably on the counter top, beer in hand as he chatted with some tanned girl in her bathing suit. Lifting the can to his mouth, Finn's eyes locked with his friends wandering ones and the two smiled. "Well if it isn't Finny-D and my Little Hot Jewish American Princess. Honestly, I didn't think you'd actually come." Sliding to the floor Puck passed his can off to the girl before walking past her arms open to Rachel. "And look at you, all dressed up like you've got someone to impress. Not an animal sweater in sight."He joked, kissing the top of her head. After she'd pulled away and moved over to the cooler in search of a drink Rachel muttered something about going to find Kurt before she was out of sight.
"Surprised you let her out of the house in that." Crossing his arms the older teen stifled a laugh. "Not that I disapprove, jokes aside, it is nice to see Berry out of those sweaters." The two laughed and before he knew what he'd agreed to Puck was showing Finn the grand tour of the house. The lower level was being used as the dance floor, kitchen aside, which was for drinking and drinking only. The back yard had a hot tub and only those deemed sexy and worthy of being nearly naked were allowed back there, the only rule being once you've taken something off you can't put it back on. Finn had to laugh at that comment, only Puck. Upstairs was for hooking up and lighting up and the only room off limits was the master bedroom. The cougar was nice enough to let the teen have her house but if her bed was ruined when she returned Puck's pool-cleaning business would be as well. As the teens made their rounds once more, stopping to chat up with classmates here and there they found their way back to the kitchen.
Keeping his promise, Finn only poured himself water as Puck mixed together whatever was left in the refrigerator into one cup calling it his 'special party drink'. Rolling his eyes the taller teen excused himself when the girl from earlier returned, this time without her shorts. Walking into the living room, Finn looked up and around till he caught sight of his girlfriend. At least he thought that was his girlfriend, after he first cup of whatever she had found, he wasn't so sure anymore. Her once neatly curled hair was a mess, a hot mess, but a mess still, her normally perfect makeup was smeared around her eyes, the shorts he'd deemed appropriate earlier that night looked incredibly short, even shorter than her skirts. Rachel was never one to get sloppy, even when drunk. Of course, she'd, only been drunk once before and even then she wasn't sloppy just very clingy and needy and all she had wanted was his attention and only his, but this Rachel obviously had better things to do with her time than beg for her boyfriend. Instead the small girl was moving her hips into Blaine's. Now he was a sloppy drunk.
Finn watched as she reached up to mess with her hair and opened her mouth to laugh. Laughing along with her, Blaine's hands went from fist pumping in the air to playfully smacking Rachel's rear a few times before they settled for grabbing onto her waist pulling her closer to him as they continued dancing. She rolled back into him and bent forward slightly, her hands going from her hair to rest on her thighs another laugh escaping her. Eye wide, he watched her roll back into him once more before straighten up and reaching back to wrap around his neck as Blaine in return rested his hands almost to comfortably on her upper thighs.
"Ooooh Finn! Would you just look at those two!" Finn was snapped from his thoughts as he turned to see Kurt idly standing next to him sipping from his own red cup. "I mean I knew Blaine was a sloppy drunk but I didn't think he'd be able to turn little miss perfect into one as well." He paused to laugh and take another sip of his drink. "I know what you're thinking, trust me, I know you Finn, but trust me there is no reason to be jealous. I am more than 100% sure that Mr. Anderson over this is gay. He's just drunk and having a good time. As is Rachel."
Still grinding and moving in time with the music Rachel turned in Blaine's arms, his leg falling between her thighs. Biting her lip Rachel rolled her whole body into his before she began casually swaying as his leg went to work between her own, taking what had been an innocent dance to something almost sexual. Anyone else and she'd have pushed him away, drunk or not, but this was Blaine and it was all fun and games and in the spirit of teenage freedom, Rachel tilted her head back and let out a small moan. "That wasn't just having a good time Kurt." Finn barked crushing the cup in his hand. "I mean how are you not jealous! Look! He's all over her."
"I trust Blaine. I know he loves me and I know he'd never do anything to jeopardize what we have." Kurt sighed and reached out touching his brother's arm lightly, "But if it would make you feel any better…" His grip tightened and Finn felt his body being pulled two the two dancing teens. As Kurt interrupted, pulling Blaine to him for a kiss Finn felt himself left out a breath of air he hadn't even realized he'd been holding in. The second Kurt was around Blaine seemed to forget all about Rachel, his arms now wrapped tightly around his lovers neck pulling their body's close as he continued his dance, now only with a new partner.
Soft hands grabbed his, "Finny! Dance with me!" Rachel begged as she smiled up at him. Rolling her hips and turning on the balls of her feet Rachel pressed herself to Finn as she'd been pressed to Blaine earlier. The song ended and a new, fast paced once began to pound from the speakers. Laughing lightly, the drunk teen began to move to the music while Finn stood behind her awkwardly. Rachel however hadn't noticed yet how her partner wasn't responding as she continued, her hips causally brushing into him harder than they probably should have been, at least in public. The mailman crossed his mind when she lifted her arms above her head as she dropped to the floor rolling back up into him. "Why aren't you dancing with me?"
Finn opened his mouth to answer before he was cut off, "You know Finn, I do have to drive Blaine all the way back to Dalton tonight to finish getting his things. I wouldn't mind playing DD to you and Rachel if you want to… loosen up a bit." Kurt offered as he handed his cup to Finn with a coy smile. "What's the worst that could happen?" With his crooked half smile Finn nodded and downed the rest of whatever Kurt had given him.