A/N: I'd just like to start by thanking everyone who reviewed/favourited/followed my first chapter. I didn't expect so many reviews so it meant a lot!
Also, I just wanted to assure all of the people that left reviews saying they don't want a Fuinn relationship that there won't be. I've learnt my lesson now and I can promise no more of my Finchel fics will include any Fuinn relationship. However, I can't promise that Finn won't have a girlfriend here...
Anyway, thanks again and I hope you enjoy!
Finn Hudson woke up when he felt someone stirring next to him. He rolled over, reaching out over the bed to wrap his arms around his girlfriend. Instead, his arm just fell onto the empty bed. Finn frowned and opened his sleepy eyes to see where she was.
He saw his girlfriend, Santana Lopez, sat on the far side of the bed. She was in her underwear, staring at her wardrobe for something to wear. Finn smiled at sat up, reaching across the bed to put his hand on her shoulder.
"Morning, honey." He said, climbing from under the duvet and making his way across the bed to her.
"Hey," Santana looked over her shoulder, accepting a peck on the lips from Finn.
"Why are you getting up so early? Isn't today your day off?" Finn asked with a small frown.
"Well, my hair is a disaster so I'm going to the salon." Santana informed him. "They could only fit me in this early because I called on short notice." Santana grabbed a dress and stood up, preparing to put it on. "I was thinking we could go grab some lunch in that restaurant I love across town today." She suggested while dressing herself.
"I would love that,-"
"But..." Santana said, before Finn had the chance to.
"I have to work today." Finn said apologetically, watching Santana look at herself in the mirror.
Santana frowned and turned around, a frustrated look on her face. "Finn, we take every Sunday and Monday off together so we can spend time together, why are you working?"
"Jefferson asked me to do his shift today because his dog needs to be put down." Finn replied, scared that angry Santana would surface soon. He knew what Santana was capable of when she was angry, and he never wanted it to be directed at him.
"And why am I only hearing about this now?" She asked, her slight anger showing in her voice.
"I was going to tell you when I got back last night, but you were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you." Finn defended himself, sitting up properly on the bed and hanging his legs over the side.
"I stayed awake until midnight waiting for you last night, but yet again you came home at stupid o'clock in the morning." Santana grabbed a brush and angrily ran it through her hair.
"Working late is a part of my job, San, I couldn't help it." Finn informed her. Though he didn't need to; Santana was a police officer too, she just refused to work longer than absolutely necessary.
She was always on Finn's back for how long he worked. He should do five days of 8 hour shifts, with two days off. But Finn often worked over-time when he was asked. Though Santana found this incredibly annoying and constantly complained about it, Finn was determined for a promotion so did it anyway.
"I really wish you would stop being so nice and think about us once in a while." Santana said, shaking her head in disbelief. "If someone asks me to do a shift on my day off, I say no. I think you should do the same because I'm getting sick of-"
Santana stopped her rant when the her cell phone interrupted her. She looked at Finn and glared at him, her silent way of telling him she was annoyed at him. She then walked over to her phone and looked at the screen. The number was unknown, but Santana answered it anyway.
"Hello?" Santana said as a question. "Yes, this is Santana... Who?..." Santana gasped in surprise, a smile coming onto her face. "Of course I remember you!..."
Finn watched his girlfriend talk excitedly for a while. He thought about how happy she looked, and how it was rare that she looked that happy talking to him. It was obvious that Finn and Santana had their problems, in fact, he often found himself why they were together in the first place. But then he'd remember that he loved her, and she loved him, so they stuck by each other. Hell, they lived together so they must love each other.
Finn looked at the clock and noticed he would soon be late for work. So with a sigh, he stretched, grabbed a towel, and went to take a shower.
When Finn left the bedroom, he was clean, in his uniform, and ready for work. He could still hear Santana on the phone, twenty minutes later. He listened to her side of the conversation as he joined her at the kitchen table.
"I would love that... Of course I know Beiste's Bar... Sounds great... 5 o'clock... I'll be there... Bye." Santana hung up the phone, still looking surprised by who had called her.
"Who was that?" Finn asked curiously. Taking a slice of toast from the plate that Santana had left.
"My college room-mate." Santana informed him, smiling at him. She must have forgotten about her anger towards him about having to work. "She said she hasn't seen me in six years and would love to catch up."
"She just called out of the blue?" Finn said with a frown. It seemed strange to call suddenly after six years.
Santana nodded and stood up. "I thought it was weird too," She admitted. "But apparently she was going through some pictures from college a few days ago and started wondering what I'd been up to."
"That's nice." Finn said, not thinking too much into the idea.
"I'm meeting her tonight and 5."
"I heard." Finn stood up and grabbed his keys, preparing to leave for work. "Have fun."
"I will." Santana replied, a small smile on her face. "I remember she used to be so confident that she'd be a Broadway star," She mused out loud. "But I haven't heard about her since, so I doubt she made it."
"You're hardly a Broadway expert, San." Finn chuckled at his girlfriend. He grabbed some shoes and began putting them on his feet.
"How much of a star would she be if no one's heard of her?" Santana said with narrowed eyes.
"Good point," Finn said, walking toward her. "I'll see you tonight." He kissed Santana on the cheek and headed for the door.
"If you work late again I swear to God I'll murder you and make it look like an accident!"
Rachel grinned as she put her phone down. Step one of her plan was already complete. As she had said the previous night: she was going to get Officer Fernando on a date. But first, she had to know where to find him. If that meant asking an old friend that she hadn't spoken to for six years, then so be it.
Rachel walked into the kitchen and began making herself another cup of coffee. She had been up late last night with the party, and was up early this morning trying to track down an old friend. Coffee was what she was relying on to stay awake all day, seeing as it was still morning and she was already exhausted.
"Rachel, is that you?" She heard a sleepy voice say from the door of the kitchen.
"Yeah, Britt, it's me." She confirmed, pouring the coffee into a cup. "Want some coffee?"
"No thanks." Brittany, her room-mate, said. Brittany sat at the kitchen table and watched Rachel finish preparing her drink. "Why are you up so early?"
"I couldn't sleep." Rachel replied, sitting across from Brittany. "I couldn't get that police officer out of my head all night.
"You barely know him," Brittany reminded her, wondering how Rachel could think about him so much. "How can you like him so much?"
"He's one of the sexiest men I've ever met." Rachel replied. "I just have to see him again."
"You know nothing about him," Brittany said with a small laugh. "How are you planning on finding him?"
"I have a plan." Rachel said matter-of-factly. When Rachel wanted something, she made sure she got it. This was no exception. "I have an old friend called Santana, she was my room-mate in college, she's a policewoman. I'm meeting with her tonight and I'll ask her about Fernando."
"Why have I never heard of this Santana?" Brittany asked curiously.
"I haven't seen her in six years. That's what I've been doing all morning: tracking down her cell phone number."
"Rachel Berry, you amaze me."
Taking that as a compliment, Rachel grinned and took a huge sip of her coffee.
Rachel and Brittany walked into their local bar: Beiste's Bar. Rachel was ready to meet Santana here; but Brittany had a shift that night. Both Rachel and Brittany worked at the bar serving drinks etc. It was Rachel's night off, but not Brittany's.
Rachel glanced around the room for any sign of her friend. She spotted a raven-haired Latina standing by the bar, instantly recognizing her from college. Rachel smiled and made her way over to her. Santana hadn't changed much, but her hair was slightly shorter and she looked more mature.
Rachel tapped Santana's shoulder and moved into view. When Santana saw Rachel, recognition instantly flashed across her face. She smiled and stood up, wrapping her arms around the small brunette.
"Rachel, you haven't changed a bit." Santana told her, squeezing her slightly before letting go.
"Neither have you." Rachel said, looking her up and down. "Shall we sit down?" She asked.
Santana nodded and the pair walked and sat at a small table nearby. They were both happy to see each other, they had been room-mates and best friends in college after all. Only, Rachel had an ulterior motive for wanting to meet with Santana. But she didn't have to know that.
"I can't believe it's been six years." Rachel said once they were comfortable. It had seemed like yesterday that Rachel was the obsessive, overly-confident little girl that annoyed everyone. She had changed so much since then.
"I know, it's insane how time flies." Santana replied, making herself comfortable.
At that moment, Brittany came over to the table with a small notepad. She had a black apron tied around her waist that covered the front of her black skirt. That was the 'uniform' that the waitresses had to wear. Rachel herself wore one most days of the week. Brittany grinned, being her usual cheerful self, and pulled a pen out of the front of her apron.
"Can I get you any drinks?" She asked in a perfectly chipper voice.
Santana looked at the blonde, who was tall and slim. She had long legs and a perfect figure. Her blonde hair was tied back into a simple ponytail, with two pieces of hair hanging down to frame her face. Her smile was infectious, and Santana found herself smiling as she answered.
"Just a water, please."
Brittany nodded and noted down the order, turning to Rachel to find out hers.
"You're not going to drink?" Rachel said to Santana in surprise.
"No, I don't drink much any more." Santana replied with a shrug.
"You have changed since college," Rachel said quietly, looking to Brittany instead. "I'll have a Margarita."
"Wow, Rachel Berry drinking a Margarita," Santana commented in surprise. "You've also changed."
Rachel laughed slightly and looked down. Brittany turned to Santana, amused by her comment. "You must be Santana." She said.
"That's me." Santana confirmed.
"I'm Brittany." Brittany offered her hand for Santana to shake. "Rachel's room-mate."
Santana took Brittany's hand and smiled. "It's nice to meet you."
"You too." Brittany flashed her a grin and withdrew her hand. "I'll go get your drinks." Brittany said, before walking away.
Rachel watched as Santana's eyes lingered on Brittany as she left; only returning to Rachel when Brittany was behind the bar. Smiling politely, Rachel began a conversation topic.
"So, are you seeing anyone at the moment?"
"I am, actually." Santana confirmed. A small, forced smile on her lips.
"Really?" Rachel said, in a excited voice, like they were back in college. "Who's the lucky... person?"
Santana frowned when Rachel hesitated at the end of her question. That was weird. She thought. "His name's Finn." She said.
"Would I know him?" Rachel asked, trying to think if she knew anyone called Finn. She didn't.
"Probably not. I work with him."
Brittany came over to the table carrying a tray with their drinks. She put down the tray and handed Santana her drink and then Rachel's. The girls thanks her and then Brittany left to get back to work.
"So, tell me about this Finn." Rachel said, sipping her drink.
A little while later, and Rachel was finishing off yet another drink. She hadn't had so many drinks that she was drunk, but she was getting tipsy. Despite Rachel's attempts at getting her to drink an alcoholic beverage, Santana was still sipping water.
"Seriously, it's so cool that you're a policewoman." Rachel said, for which Santana counted as the third time.
"I know. But what about you, what do you do?" Santana asked, moving the conversation off the same topic they had been on for the past half hour.
"I work here." Rachel said quietly, as if ashamed she didn't have a big job like her old friend.
Santana raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Oh..." She said. She would never expect her college room-mate, Rachel Berry, to work in a bar. Rachel Berry was talented and ambitious and would stop at nothing to get what she wanted (and felt she deserved).
Rachel must have seen Santana's surprise as she added, "But it's cool here. It's a cool job. I mean, you protect people, but I supply them with drinks."
"I guess you're right..." Santana said uncomfortably.
"But enough about my job," Rachel said, causing Santana to sigh, knowing she would be asked about her job again. "What about your job?"
"What about it?" Santana asked tiredly, not enjoying the company of tipsy Rachel.
"Hey, actually, I wanted to ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"So, last night I was having this party and it got shut down by the police." Rachel said, finally feeling brave enough to bring up the topic.
"Really?" Santana said. This definitely wasn't the Rachel she used to know.
"Yeah." Rachel nodded. "The officer was super cute, and I was wondering if you could tell me his name. Possibly his phone number."
"Is that why you invited me here tonight? So I could set you up with a colleague?" Santana asked in disbelief. This is the Rachel she knew.
"What? No." Rachel shook her head quickly. "This is just a bonus."
"This is typical Rachel Berry. You can't do anything nice without having an ulterior motive."
"That's not true," Rachel brushed off. "But do you know a Fernando?"
Santana was about to argue about how selfish Rachel was, but she paused and frowned when she heard the name. "Fernando? I've never met a Fernando."
"Sure you have." Rachel insisted. "He's tall, really attractive, and his name's Fernando."
"There's no one called Fernando where I work." Santana said, an amused look at Rachel's disappointment. "Do you have a last name?"
Rachel thought back to the night before. The alcohol had made her memory hazy and she was suddenly having difficulty remembering his last name. "Fernando..." Rachel paused. No surname came to mind.
"You didn't even get a last name." Santana said in amused disbelief. "Again, typical Rachel. Doesn't care about anyone but herself."
"That's not true!"
"You've changed so much since college, but I guess one thing will never change: How selfish and self-centred you are."
Rachel frowned and stood up from her chair. "And your bitter personality won't change!" Rachel retorted, the alcohol taking over her words. "If that's how you feel about me, I'm just going to leave."
Santana watched as Rachel turned around and stormed towards the door. She stumbled a little half-way before recuperating and carrying on her dramatic exit. Santana stayed seated for a couple of minutes, before standing up and leaving as well.
When Santana walked out of the bar, she saw Rachel down the road getting into her car. Santana frowned, knowing that Rachel had had a few drinks and wasn't safe to drive. Santana jogged down the road until she had reached Rachel's car.
"Rachel, what are you doing?" Santana asked, standing in front of Rachel's door so she couldn't shut it.
"What does it look like?" Rachel said bitterly. "I'm going home, where I'm not called selfish or self-centred."
"Rachel, you can't drive, you've been drinking." Santana instructed professionally.
"You can't tell me what to do." Rachel said, pushing Santana out of the way and slamming her car door.
"Actually I can, I'm a police officer." Santana shouted, knocking on the window to try and get Rachel to open it.
"You're not on duty!" Rachel shouted back.
"The police are never off duty!"
Rachel made eye-contact with Santana while she started the car's engine. She acted as if she was testing Santana, which she was. Santana narrowed her eyes at Rachel through the window, knocking on the window again.
"Rachel, don't." She said sternly.
Without looking away from Santana, Rachel put her hands on the steering wheel and mischievously pressed on the accelerator. Because Rachel didn't have her eyes on the road, she didn't see the car parked in front of her. Rachel lurched forward, straight into the rear end of the other car.
Santana smirked and took the few steps forward to where Rachel's car had stopped. She knocked on the window again, but this time Rachel rolled it down and looked at Santana. If looks could kill, Santana would be long gone by now.
Santana reached into her back pocket and pulled out something small, black and wallet-like. She opened it and revealed a police badge, which she held up so Rachel could see.
With a smug smirk, Santana said to Rachel, "Rachel Berry, you're under arrest for driving under the influence.
A/N: Well, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Leave me a review to let me know if you enjoyed it, and how I can improve.