Author's Note: You all are seriously so amazing. I can't thank you all enough for the support that this story has received! Here's the next chapter. :) This chapter title comes from "Teenage Dream" by Katy Perry.

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Santana looked down at the green dress she found herself wearing and then looked over at Rachel, who was wearing an identical dress. With her hands on her hips, she demanded, "Why did your sister want me in her wedding party again?"

Rachel shrugged her shoulders. "Aren't the two of you friends?"

Santana gave her an incredulous look. "Berry, I am your best friend. And the only reason I'm doing this is for you. At least this dress isn't terribly hideous. I can work with this."

"As the maid of honor, I had some say in the dress picking. I wasn't going to make us wear something horrible." They were at the dress shop, waiting for the rest of Quinn's bridesmaids to arrive. Rachel was honestly nervous to meet them, as they were all Quinn's friends from Yale. It was probably why Quinn had asked Santana to be a bridesmaid. She wanted to give Rachel someone to talk to.

Santana lifted up the hem of the dress and studied her reflection. "I'm thinking I can fit a flask under here," she mused. "Sound good?"

Two blonde girls and a redhead entered the dress shop and headed towards them. Quinn appeared a few moments later, and hugs and squeals were exchanged. Santana and Rachel looked at each other, and the petite brunette nodded her head.

"That sounds like a fabulous idea, actually," Rachel muttered. She put a smile on her face as Quinn and her friends approached.

"Girls, I'd like to introduce you to the other bridesmaids." Quinn pointed to the redhead first. "This is Gwen Mitchell." Pointing to the other two girls, she continued, "And this is Aubrey Phillips and Tiffany Moore. Girls, this is my sister, Rachel, and my other bridesmaid, Santana."

Tiffany tilted her head at Rachel. "She doesn't look anything like you, Q," she said.

Santana and Rachel exchanged a look before the later said, "Quinn is actually my stepsister."

"Oh." Tiffany nodded her head and smiled while Aubrey wrinkled her nose.

"So the dresses are green?"

"They are!" Quinn said as she went to stand next to Rachel. "Aren't they lovely? Rachel and I picked them out a few days ago."

The three other girls shared a look. "They're pretty enough," Gwen said conversationally. "But they don't look like something that you'd normally pick."

"Really?" Quinn turned back to look at the dresses. Santana shook her head and stepped forward.

"These were the dresses that were picked," she said. "They've already been ordered, and it's time for the final fitting. So there's no time to pick new dresses. And I happen to think these dresses are pretty hot, anyway."

Gwen smiled. "Oh, of course." There was a sickly sweet quality to her voice that let Santana and Rachel know that she wasn't really being sincere. Rachel barely held back an eye roll as she squeezed Santana's hand in thanks.

Quinn nodded her head. "Let's go get the dresses tried on and then we can go out for lunch!"

Rachel and Santana went back into their dressing rooms after the other three bridesmaids came out in their dresses. Just as they walked in, Santana opened her mouth to speak and Rachel held her hands up.

"Santana, don't," she said immediately.

The Latina scowled at her best friend. "I don't like them, Berry."

"They're Quinn's friends and bridesmaids."

"Please. You can't mean to tell me that you actually like them, do you?"

"Well…" Rachel sighed. "No. I guess not. But we have to be civil!" she added before Santana could say anything else. "They're part of this wedding, too."

"Fine." Santana put her dress back in the garment bag and zipped it up. "I'll be nice. But like I said before, Berry: I'm only doing this for you."

Rachel smiled sweetly at her best friend. "I love you, Santana!"

"Yeah yeah," Santana grumbled. But she was smiling, too.

The girls were just settling into their table at a little outdoor café when Quinn caught sight of her fiancé. She waved and called him over, giving him a kiss when he was close enough. It was only then that she and the rest of the girls noticed that Finn was with him.

"Oh." Quinn gave Finn a small smile as Rachel's heart rate jumped up. This wasn't actually happening right now, was it? Rachel really hoped that she wasn't blushing as Quinn continued to speak. "Finn. It's, uh… It's nice to see you again."

Finn gave Quinn a polite smile that held no animosity. "It's good to see you too, Quinn. How are you?"

"I'm good." Quinn looked at Puck, who smiled and nodded his head, reaching over to squeeze her hand. Everything was fine. With that encouragement, Quinn turned towards Rachel. "And you remember my sister, Rachel?"

"I do." Finn's eyes darkened as they connected with Rachel's, and she fought hard to keep the wide smile off her lips. "It's nice to see you again, Rachel."

That's right. As far as everyone knew, Finn and Rachel hadn't seen each other in three years. "And you, Finn," she said in response. When no one was looking, Finn tossed her a wink and Rachel bit her lip to hide her smile.

"Why don't you two pull up a chair and join us?" Quinn asked.

"Yes," Gwen said as she kept her eyes trained on Finn. "Why don't you join us?"

Rachel didn't miss the way that Gwen was looking at Finn as if he were a piece of meat. She wanted nothing more than to reach over and claw the other girl's eyes out, but she kept a hold of her emotions. Santana, knowing that something was up with her best friend, tugged a chair between her own and Rachel's.

"Why don't you sit here, Finnegan?" Santana suggested. "We can catch up." She knew that Rachel had had a crush on Finn, and she could see that something was still there between them. She didn't know what was going on between Finn and Rachel, but there was definitely more to this situation than meets the eye.

Finn took his seat between Santana and Rachel and Puck sat between Quinn and Tiffany. Quinn immediately struck up a conversation about the rehearsal dinner. Rachel propped her chin in her hand and tilted her head just enough so she could see Finn. She saw that adorable half smile form on his lips as he noticed her looking at him.

"It's been a while since we've seen you, Finn," Aubrey said. "What have you been up to?" Aubrey, Gwen, and Tiffany all knew Finn from when he had dated Quinn. The four girls had been roommates, so they knew when Finn had been in and out.

Finn shrugged his shoulders. "I've been busy with work." He glanced quickly at Rachel before he added, "Nothing too exciting has been going on." His hand slid over her knee under the table, and he gave her a slight squeeze to let her know that it wasn't true at all. Rachel hid her smile behind her napkin.

"You're a firefighter, right?" Gwen asked. When Finn nodded his head, she continued in a sickly sweet voice, "Wow. That must be such a demanding job. You're so brave and strong, Finn."

Rachel's eyes narrowed as she stabbed at a piece of lettuce on her plate. She thought that Finn was brave and strong, and she was so amazed at his job. Not to mention she was incredibly proud of him. But the way that Gwen was saying it made the statement sound very trite. She didn't like this girl at all, and she had only met her an hour ago.

Finn could feel how tense Rachel was getting. And he definitely knew why, since Gwen wasn't making it any secret that she was trying to flirt with him. Finn squeezed Rachel's knee again before sliding his hand slightly up, slipping his fingers under the hem of her skirt. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on her skin, and he felt her relax slightly. Her foot rubbed against his under the table, and he took it as her way of saying thank you.

Finn shrugged his shoulders as he responded to Gwen. "I like my job," he said evenly.

"So it's been a long time since you've seen Quinn, right?" Tiffany asked. "This must be a little bit awkward."

Finn blinked at her. "Uh…"

"Well, it wasn't awkward until you mentioned it," Puck said under his breath.

Finn rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. "It's fine," he said.

"And you totally forgive Puck and Quinn for everything that they did?" Tiffany pressed on without any shame.

"Yes," Finn said without hesitation. Rachel smiled at him and Finn smiled in return. She could hear Quinn breathe a sigh of relief and then Puck kissed his fiancée's cheek and squeezed her hand.

"Tiffany, we should probably pick a different topic of discussion," Quinn said after a moment. A café with all of her bridesmaids was definitely not where she planned on having that conversation.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Why did she even pick these girls to be her bridesmaids?" she muttered under her breath.

Rachel shrugged her shoulders and couldn't help but wonder the same thing. While Quinn could have a mean streak in her at times, but she certainly wasn't blatantly malicious like these girls were. Quinn wasn't a mean person, and Rachel didn't know how she fell in with these girls, let alone picked them as bridesmaids.

Eventually, they started talking about their time at Yale together. Rachel listened quietly while Santana took her phone out and began scrolling through it, keeping it out of view and under the table. Rachel twirled her fork through her salad when she suddenly became aware of Finn's fingers circling on her skin again.

She glanced over at him, but he was talking to Puck. His warm palm slid higher on her thigh, and Rachel's cheeks flushed. She shifted in her chair a little bit and crossed her ankles, trying to ignore the way Finn's calloused fingers felt against her thigh. Rachel nudged Finn's foot with her own, this time as a way to tell him to stop. She was going to melt into a little puddle right there in the middle of lunch if he kept touching her like that.

Finn's fingers paused for a moment, and Rachel turned to talk to Santana. But she almost choked on her words when Finn's fingers went even higher, sliding across the top her thigh. She coughed a little and covered it up by taking a sip of her water. Looking at Finn, she could see the little smirk quirking his lips. Well, fine. If he wanted to play that game, she could, too.

Rachel settled back in her chair and took another bite of her salad. She dropped her free hand below the table and slid it over his knee. Her hand stroked up his thigh, and Finn's words choked off suddenly. Rachel schooled her features and stopped herself from laughing. She kept her fingers stroking higher and higher, until suddenly Finn jerked his chair back and stood up.

Everyone turned to look at him. The tips of Finn's ears turned red. "Dude," Puck said. "Are you okay?"

"I, uh… I have to go to the bathroom," Finn mumbled. "Be right back."

Rachel took another bite of her salad and bit back her smirk. She could feel Santana looking at her, and she turned to look at her friend. The Latina simply shook her head and gave Rachel an amused look. She decided not to read too much into it, since there was no way that Santana could have seen what was going on beneath the table.

Rachel waited a few moments before she quietly excused herself from the table. She made her way into the little café and found the bathroom. The building was so small that it only had a single bathroom, shared between women and men. Rachel knocked on the door.

"Finn?" she asked as she tried to keep the smile out of her voice. She was speaking sweetly, and she was doing it just to tease Finn. "It's me. Are you alright?"

The door swung open and Finn wrapped his strong, warm fingers around her wrist and tugged her in before she could react. Rachel let out a surprised squeal but it was cut off when Finn sealed his mouth over hers.

Rachel immediately slid her arms around Finn's neck as he pressed her up against the bathroom door. She stood on her tiptoes, straining to press closer to him as his tongue swept into her mouth and she pressed hers back against his. Finn ran his hands down Rachel's sides and to her thighs where he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him.

"Finn," Rachel gasped when he reattached his lips to her neck.

He nibbled on her pulse point. "You are evil," he mumbled against her skin. "When you had your hand on my leg…"

Rachel tilted her head back to allow Finn more access. "You started it first," she breathed out.

"I did, didn't I?" He tore his lips from her neck and kissed her again.

"You don't sound very apologetic." And Rachel certainly wasn't, either. This was fun. This was actually kind of perfect. This was Finn. He made her feel things that she had never felt before. And God, she just couldn't stop kissing him. Or touching him. Or being near him…

Finn pulled back just enough so that she could see his smirk. "Nope," he said. He kissed her again, squeezing her thighs. Rachel moaned a little and threaded her fingers through his hair, allowing him to kiss her for a few blissful moments before she pulled back.

"We need to get back," she told him. "They'll start wondering where we are."

Finn sighed and lowered Rachel back to her feet. He pulled her close and ran his fingers through her hair. "I guess so," he relented. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll go out first. You wait a few minutes."

"Alright." Unable to resist, Rachel pulled Finn close for another quick kiss. "I'll see you out there."

Finn smiled at Rachel before he left the bathroom. She leaned against the door and took a moment to collect herself. Jeeze, she couldn't even sit next to Finn without wanting to jump him. And he obviously felt the same way.

Rachel went to check her reflection in the mirror. She fixed her mused hair before she noticed the dark mark forming on her neck. Rachel groaned but couldn't keep the smile from crossing her lips. It appeared that Finn had left yet another hickey. And she couldn't really be mad at him, because she definitely planned on getting him back. And he didn't have long hair, so he couldn't hide it like she could.

Rachel made sure that her hair was covering her new hickey before she left the bathroom. She returned to the table and took her seat again. She easily joined the conversation they were having, and when Finn slid his hand over her knee again, she smiled.

Author's Note: So they've started sneaking around, and they're having some fun doing it. Thanks for reading!