A/N: I had the idea for this chapter when I couldn't sleep the other night. I spent a while trying to decide whether or not to use it because some of you may not like it, but then I decided to go for it. Hey, it's my fic.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Happy reading!

Rachel looked at her reflection in the shiny surface of the elevator door. Her hair was tied into a messy ponytail, leaving strands down on either side of her face. Her make-up was simple, yet accompanied by a bold red lipstick. Her dress was short and black, with white a white pattern swirling across it, just short enough to show off her long, tanned legs. This was the only time she felt sexy: smothered in make-up and showing off her legs. it was the only thing most boys liked about her.

With a 'ding', the elevator door opened on the floor that Finn had text her. She was quite excited to see Finn's apartment, where the party was held. Peoples' homes said a lot about them, and Rachel wanted to know as much about Finn as she could.

She said she would meet Sam there so they could spend the evening together. She liked Sam, and he made it clear that he was flirting with her; and she may or may not have flirted back. Though at this moment in time, she didn't know who she was looking forward to seeing most: Finn or Sam. Surely when you just started dating someone you should obviously want to see them most, right? But Rachel hadn't given Sam all that much thought when she was deciding what to wear, it had been all Finn that she wanted to dress for.

"Rachel!" Rachel snapped out of her reverie when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Oh, Sam." Rachel acknowledged, pausing for him to catch up with her.

"Wow," He said when he was close enough. "You look..." He trailed off, looking her up and down as if she were a piece of meat. "Wow."

Rachel narrowed her eyes slightly, wanting more of a compliment than childish infatuation. "Thanks, I think." She said, turning on her heels and walking towards Finn's door.

"Believe me, it was a compliment." Sam informed her, trailing slightly behind her. "You look sexy as hell."

Rachel smiled slightly, a compliment was a compliment, right? Rachel glanced sideways at Sam. His blonde hair was swept to the side, as usual, though he seemed to have put in a little product to make an effort. He wore a white t-shirt, showing off his muscles under it; and black jeans. There was no denying that he was an attractive man, though the way he walked, talked and carried himself portrayed that he was well-aware of this.

"I think this is the place," Sam nodded towards the door next to him. Rachel could hear music from inside, though it was nowhere near as loud to the volume she was used to.

"I think so." She agreed, opening the door to the apartment without knocking.

The room was filled with people, more people than Rachel had expected to see. There were some flashing lights from somewhere, casting various colours around the room. People were dancing to the music, though there were also some people standing around talking. Some people Rachel recognised from her bowling trip with Finn and his friends, though most of the people Rachel had never seen before.

Rachel spotted Finn across the room, talking to one of his friends. He was laughing at something that had been said, looking at cute as ever. He was wearing a white shirt and some jeans. Unlike Sam, he was attractive and didn't know it, which in Rachel's opinion made him just that bit more charming.

"Anyway," Trenton, one of Finn's colleagues concluded. "Happy Birthday, man."

Finn smiled, giving his fried a fist-bump. "Thanks a lot. I should probably go mingle."

He turned away from his conversation, scanning the room for someone to talk to next. His eyes fell on a couple of people standing by the door. One of them was Sam, seemingly lost in his own world as he glanced around. The next was Rachel, looking sexy as hell in a small, black dress. Finn's eyes raked over her, taking her all in.

It was undeniable that Rachel looked stunning, though Finn couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed at how revealing her dress was. Finn felt that she looked a lot more attractive when she didn't try as hard to look sexy. Whenever he saw her wearing casual jeans, he felt she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; but not when she was dressed like this, which seeing as she attended so many parties, was unfortunately a lot.

He looked up to her face, her eyes locking with his even from across the room. Without thinking, Finn suddenly found himself walking towards her, like she was a magnet compelling him forward. He didn't stop himself, and soon he was right in front of her, grinning down to her.

"Hey." He shouted over the music. "I'm glad you came." He hugged Rachel in greeting, breathing in the sweet scent of her perfume. She pulled away and Finn noticed that she was holding a gift bag in her hand.

"This," She said, holding the bag out to Finn. "is for you."

Finn grinned, accepting the bag. "You shouldn't have." He said, smiling at the way that Rachel brushed off what he said.

He opened the bag, his eyes widening in both surprise and amusement at what he found inside. He reached into the bag and pulled out one of the two large bottles of vodka that Rachel had got for him. He raised his eyebrows questioningly at her as a joke.

"What?" Rachel asked defensively. "You told me too last minute for me to get you anything personal." She smiled at the way that Finn laughed, dimples forming in his cheeks. "Besides, what's a party without vodka?"

"Thank you." Finn smiled. "By the way," He continued. "You look beautiful tonight."

Rachel noticed the way that Sam's head snapped in Finn's direction, his ears practically pricking up like a cats. She looked quickly at Sam, offering him a smile, and praying that neither Finn nor Sam noticed that red glow on her cheeks from the compliment.

"You don't look too bad yourself." Rachel said, glad to see that Finn either hadn't noticed, or had chose to ignore her blushing. Sam was still looking back and forth between Rachel and Finn, and he appeared to be standing as tall as possible, buffing his chest out a little. Was he seriously jealous? Rachel suddenly felt the need to get away from the conversation, feeling the awkward tension in the air. "Anyway," Rachel grabbed the bottle of vodka that Finn was still holding. "I'm going to go get started on this."

Finn watched as Rachel flounced away with the alcohol, heading towards the kitchen where she could get some plastic cups. When the door closed behind Rachel, Finn turned to address Sam, surprised to find that he was nowhere to be seen. Finn looked around the room trying to see where he had gone. He was pushing his way through the crowd, seemingly with no planned destination other than to get away from Finn.

Finn gazed around the room, happy to see that everyone appeared to be having a good time. Finn had never been much of a drinker, though tonight he had treated himself to a couple of drinks, nothing that would get him too drunk. He enjoyed watching how people's behaviour changed with the more alcohol they had. He could now see all the different type of drunks in the room, including Rachel's even louder personality.

As Finn watched the people in the room, he sensed someone approaching and standing next to him. He turned and saw that it was Kurt, his step-brother. At first, he didn't say anything, just looked around the room with Finn. After a couple of minutes, he finally spoke.

"So, are you impressed with the party?" Kurt asked, seemingly just as sober as Finn.

"Yeah, it's great, without your help it would've been a disaster." Finn turned to face Kurt properly. "I'll have to buy you a little something to thank you."

"That's not necessary." Kurt brushed off with a shrug. "I've been begging you to let me throw you a birthday party for months, and though it was a little short notice, I'm glad you changed your mind."

"I was thinking of getting you some champagne, but if it's unnecessary..."

Kurt looked up, a smile appearing on his face. "Well, if you insist..." He joked, though Finn knew there was a hint of seriousness in his voice. "Anyway, why did you change your mind about the party?"

Finn shrugged, not wanting to divulge anything too personal. Besides, what was he supposed to say? 'I wanted to keep an eye on my friend, Rachel, who was on a date with my other friend, Sam. And for some unknown reason I felt jealous about the aforementioned date and needed an excuse to spend time with Rachel. This was just the best excuse I could come up with on the spot.'?

"I just decided a party wouldn't be a bad idea." Finn substituted casually.

"And this had nothing to do with the party-girl you've recently befriended?" Kurt asked, his eyebrow raising suspiciously.

"Wh- Who?"

"Don't play dumb, Finn."

"Are you talking about Rachel?" Finn asked innocently, glancing around to see if he could spot her.

She was standing with a group of boys and a couple of girls, one of the boys happened to be Sam. She seemed to have abandoned the red plastic cup and now now drinking straight vodka right from the bottle. This hadn't gone unnoticed by Kurt, who was also looking at Rachel. Only there was a hint of judgement and distaste on his face.

"You know exactly who I mean." Kurt stated firmly. "You agreed to do this party for her, right?"

"No!" Finn said defensively. "You've been asking me to let you throw me a party for months now, I finally agree and I get interrogated about it? All I wanted was to celebrate my birthday with my friends, is that a crime?"

Kurt looked surprised by Finn's outburst, though he quickly masked it with an indifferent look. "You're the cop, you tell me." Kurt tried to lighten the mood. Finn just sighed, looking over to Rachel in time to see her breaking from the group she was standing with.

"So what if she did have something to do with me changing my mind?" Finn asked quietly. "There's nothing wrong with that."

Kurt sighed, shaking his head slightly. "This is just what I feared when we went bowling." He admitted, folding his arms across his chest. "You're getting feelings for her."

Kurt's bluntness startled Finn. This wasn't true, was it? All he wanted was to spend more time with Rachel. He thought she was an interesting girl and wanted to get to know her better. Everything she did fascinated him; the way she knitted her eyebrows together when she was confused, and the way her eyes glittered with ambition and determination whenever she wanted something. It all captivated Finn, drawing him in like a moth to a flame.

Finn came out of his reverie to see Kurt staring at him, his arms folded firmly across his chest and a stubborn expression on his face. It was then that Finn remembered what Kurt had said and he immediately went into defensive mode.

"That is not true!" He exclaimed. If the music wasn't so loud, surrounding people would have probably stopped and stared. "We're friends, nothing more."

"For now." Kurt said with a disbelieving look on his face. "But you like her, eventually you'll do something about it, and it's a bad idea!"

Finn frowned, unable to believe his brother was actually doing this right now. "I don't like Rachel like that." He said slowly, trying to get through to the smaller boy.

"Fine. Deny it all you want but I can read you like a book, Finn. You like her. And you'll date her. But, Finn, she's a complete party-girl and you're a cop. You don't work together, and you won't work together. What are you going to do together? You don't have anything in common. She is the type of girl that will break your heart, and you don't deserve that. Then you'll come crying to me about it, and frankly, I'll have known from the beginning that the relationship was doomed."

"You're wrong." Finn glowered. "She's a nice girl and I know it."

"No, you think you know her. But, really, you've known her what? Two minutes?"

"I've known her way longer than that." Finn corrected, not noticing the hyperbole Kurt had used. "And anyway, it doesn't matter how long I've known her because I don't like her."

"It sounds to me like you're in denial." Kurt said tiredly, looking behind Finn for a second before smirking. "Well, whether you like her or not, she's quite the character."

Finn frowned and turned to see what Kurt was looking at. He saw Rachel, dancing her way over to the stereo and subtly turning up the volume. Suddenly, the music was blaring and everyone gave a little cheer, though the music soon swallowed it up. Rachel grinned and looked in Finn's direction. They made eye-contact and Rachel raised the bottle of vodka in the air and grinned. Finn lifted his own cup slightly, laughing a little as he did. He turned back to a disapproving look on Kurt's face.

"This will all blow up in your face." Kurt stated, almost apologetically. "And, when it does, don't say I didn't warn you."

Rachel put down the now empty vodka bottle on a nearby table, ignoring it when it toppled over onto the floor. Wow. She was more drunk than she had thought. The break in her partying made her realise how much energy she had been using tonight, she was practically the life of the party. Thankfully, the buzz that the alcohol provided made her not feel the effects of this exertion. Though the knew from experience, the exhaustion would kick in as soon as the buzz wore off.

She turned around, about to get herself another drink to keep her energy levels up. Instead, she found herself looking at Finn, a little way from her but weaving his way through the crowd to meet her. She moved forward and met him in the middle, her vision slightly blurred at the edges. She was definitely drunk.

"There you are." Finn said as he greeted her. He didn't seem to be all that drunk. "I've been looking for you."

Rachel grinned throwing her hands up dramatically, "Well you found me."

The sudden movement caused the world around her to spin and she felt herself stumble to the side. She expected to find herself crashing to the ground, though instead two large hands grabbed her waist and steadied her. She looked down at the hands that supported her, then up into the warm eyes of Finn. Had his eyes always been this brown? She thought, wondering if the alcohol was doing something to her vision. And had they always had those hazel flecks coming from the iris.

"Easy there." Finn said with a chuckle, not letting go of her waist. "I think you should slow down on the alcohol."

"I think your right." Rachel agreed, bringing a hand to her head. "Why are you spinning?" She asked one of the two Finn's that were turning in front of her.

"Yeah, you definitely need to slow down." Finn seemed amused, that much Rachel could tell even with the alcohol flowing through her veins.

"Shall we dance?" Rachel said, barely acknowledging that Finn had even spoken.

"I don't think so." Finn finally let go of Rachel's waist, making Rachel instantly miss the feel of his hands on her. "I'm not much of a dancer."

Rachel pouted, giving him her best puppy-dog eyes. "Please..." She said with a child-like voice.

"Rachel..." He drawled, already weakening. He was putty in her hands.

"Just follow my lead." She suggested.

"I'll step all over your feet if you make me do this."

"Lucky for us, the alcohol will make the pain practically non-existent." Rachel grinned triumphantly, pulling Finn closer to herself.

Finn started awkwardly swaying in time to the music, causing Rachel to laugh hysterically. He stopped, looking around self-consciously. Rachel took the lead, beginning to dance the way she had learnt to dance at parties many years ago. Deciding to help Finn out a little, and also wanting to get closer to him, Rachel grabbed his hands and put them back on her waist. She then danced up against Finn, the alcohol making her not care what he was thinking. She rubbed her body against his, her hands wrapping around his neck.

"You're good at this." Finn commented, his voice a little unsteady.

"I've had practice." Rachel admitted, happy to feel Finn relax a little.

Finn moved his hands around her back, pulling her even closer to him so there was no longer any sort of gap. Rachel looked up at him in surprise. He was smiling down at her, the dimples in his cheeks making him look even younger. She put one of her hands on his chest, the other still wrapped around his neck. She was so close that she could smell his cologne, and feel his heart beating beneath her palm. She was filled with this sudden, unexpected urge to kiss him. It may have been due to the alcohol, though Rachel was sure that, even if she was sober, she would have wanted to connect her lips to his. She saw his eyes move to her lips as he bit his own. He must want this too. He had to. She was about to lean in...

Rachel felt someone grab her shoulder and pull her slightly. She turned in surprise to see Sam standing in front of her.

"Mind if I take over?" He was looking at Finn, obviously not interested in whether Rachel actually wanted to dance with him.

Rachel didn't have time to turn and see Finn's reaction; she was already being dragged away by Sam. She wanted to complain and pull back to Finn, but the thought that she may have regretted it in the morning overpowered her. She willingly followed Sam, wondering where he was taking her. He pulled her through the crowd and stopped when they were by the wall. He turned to her, a curious look in his eyes.

"What were you just doing?" He asked, frowning as he did.

"What do you mean? I was dancing."

"I mean what were you doing with Finn?"

Rachel narrowed her eyes slightly, confused at Sam's questions. "...dancing?"

"You were grinding against him!" Sam blurted out, surprising Rachel with how jealous he sounded. "I thought we were... I mean... I thought... This was sort of a... date."

Rachel looked down, smiling slightly. She had to admit, jealousy was cute. "It's only sort of a date." She admitted with a shrug. "Because we never officially said it was a date. This is a party."

"Is there something going on between you and Finn?" Sam asked, putting his hand under Rachel's chin and making her look at him.

"Of course not." Rachel said, rather disappointed that she was saying the words. She pushed the feeling away and ignored it.

"Good." Sam said, smiling slightly. "Because I really like you. You're funny, nice... sexy as hell tonight."

Rachel looked down at herself critically, then back up at Sam. Before she could say anything, she felt Sam's lips crash against her own. She didn't pull away, instead putting her hand behind his neck to pull him closer. She wanted to know how she felt about him, so maybe kissing him would help her figure it out. He took this move as a sign of confidence and wrapped his arms around Rachel, his hands going straight for her ass. She was surprised at how straight-forward he was; this was only their first kiss.

Rachel tried to pull away, separating her lips from Sam's by a few centimetres. But then Sam pushed her backwards, hitting her back on the wall, then reconnected their lips. She gasped in surprise, as much as she could while Sam was sticking his tongue down her throat, as tried to pull away again. However, this was impossible as her head was against the wall. Instead, she moved her head the the side, her body restricted by Sam's hands on either side of her.

"Sam!" She said, trying to tug free. "What are you doing?"

She got no answer. Sam, unable to kiss her lips, began to kiss her neck. Biting and sucking wherever he could, his hands falling to her waist. She tried to push him off but he was too strong.

"Sam, get off me!" She said, quietly as she didn't want to attract attention.

Sam pretended not to hear and continued to kiss wherever he could, occasionally catching her mouth before she could move away. One of his hands dropped to the bottom of her thigh and made a soothing, circular motion. Butterflies filled Rachel's stomach at the feeling, though she wanted Sam to stop. The hand slowly worked it's way upwards, closer and closer to the bottom of Rachel's dress.

"Sam..." She said weakly, losing herself in the overwhelming feeling and occasionally kissing Sam. She didn't want this to go further than a kiss, and Rachel felt that Sam, the police officer, wouldn't let it either.

But then his hands reached the hem of her dress, and Rachel thought that that was where he's stop. But his hand tugged at the hem, slipping up the dress and grazing her upper thighs, a bit too close for comfort to Rachel's intimate area.

As if awoken from a dream, Rachel's eyes flew open wide. It was like she had only just realised what was going on. She frantically grabbed for Sam's arm, trying to push it back from under her dress.

"Sam, get off me!" She said in a harsh whisper. "Sam!" She hissed again.

Sam ignored her, his hand rubbing higher up her thigh until he was centimetres away from his destination.

"Sam, please stop this." Rachel spoke, louder this time, hoping to get through to him. "Sam..." She heard the desperation in her own voice, her eyes burning with tears. "Please, Sam, get off me!"

Sam suddenly pulled back, making Rachel sigh with release, quickly pulling down the bottom of her dress which suddenly felt much too short. It was only then that Rachel realised that Sam hadn't purposely pulled away, but had actually been yanked away.

Finn, his eyes flaring with anger, was looking at Sam with contempt. "What the hell are you going?" He yelled, obviously not caring that people were beginning to look. "She said to leave her alone!"

"What am I doing?" Sam asked in disbelief. "What are you doing? We were having a good time!"

Finn's eyes flared more and he stepped towards Sam so he was towering over him. "You were having a good time." He said through gritted teeth. "Rachel was not. What were you planning on doing? Raping her?"

Sam backed away slightly, obviously intimidated thought not willing to show it. "It wasn't rape. She'd sleep with anyone. Look at her, she's a whore."

Rachel felt more tears sting her eyes. That was what people thought of her. She pulled harder at her dress, hoping it would somehow gain length. Finn's whole face flushed. She could see a vein sticking out from his temple and she wondered what he was going to do.

Suddenly, Finn pulled back and swung his right arm. His fist connected with Sam's face with such a force that Rachel had to wince herself. Sam was knocked backwards and stumbled, grabbing for his nose as he did. Even with his hand covering his face, Rachel could see blood between his fingers within a matter of seconds.

"Get out of here you jackass." Finn said firmly, clearly restraining himself. "Or I will break every single bone in your damn body."

Sam hesitated, looking between Finn and Rachel with wide eyes. He then turned and fled the apartment, practically sprinting out. Rachel released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding and looked at Finn. The shock was finally setting in and Rachel felt nauseated.

Finn looked at her and they locked eyes. His face suddenly softened, his eyes warm and friendly. He looked apologetic, though he had nothing to be sorry for. Even though he hadn't done anything wrong, the sight of him made Rachel feel worse. Her stomach contracted and she resisted the urge to heave.

"Rachel..." Finn said quietly, reaching out slightly toward her.

Rachel couldn't do this. She didn't open her mouth, scared she would vomit if she did. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over the edge. She wouldn't let all these people see her cry. Not in a million years. She turned and hurried towards the door, ignoring Finn's calls after her and the prying eyes of strangers.

A/N: Wow. I think this is the most dramatic chapter I've ever written. Sorry for any mistakes, I didn't proof-read. Sorry that I had to make Sam out to be horrible in this fic, but it's for the sake of Finchel so I hope you forgive me.

Anyway, feel free to leave me a review with what you think. I have a feeling some of you may not have enjoyed this chapter, so try not to be too mean. Until next time.