Author's Note: I'm so glad that all of you enjoyed the last chapter! So, fun fact: I actually have some of these chapters pre-written, so a good chunk of this story is already planned out. I'm glad that you're all enjoying it so far. :) Anyway, I'm bumping up the update day for this a little bit, since I'm on break. I kind of wish I would have done that sooner…

Seriously though, finding songs for the chapter titles of these stories is the hardest thing ever. This chapter title comes from the song "Bad Day" by Daniel Powter.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

"Something is different about you."

Finn looked up from the paperwork he was filling out as his coworker and friend, Sam Evans, came into the room. He and Sam had been on the same engine for the past two years, so they had become pretty good friends over that time.

Finn's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Sam smirked. "Well, to be frank… you look like you've gotten laid."

Finn could feel the tips of his ears turning red, and he bit back a curse. This whole thing with keeping his relationship with Rachel a secret was getting very tiring. At this point, he could do one of two things: he could deny and have Sam be on his case for God only knew how long, or he could confide in his friend because he was getting annoyed with keeping this a secret.

Sam took Finn's silence for affirmation. "You totally have. So who was it?"

Finn scrubbed a hand over his face. "We're kind of keeping it quiet for now."

"Keeping it quiet?" Sam repeated. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity at Finn's cryptic words. "What, does this have to be a secret or something?"

"For the time being, yes."

Sam gave his friend a concerned look. After a long moment, he finally said, "Well, when you decide to share what's going on with the rest of us, Mercedes is going to want to meet her. You know that she's going to want to give your girl her seal of approval."

Finn smiled and relaxed. "Thanks, man," he said. He was going to have to talk to Rachel about this. Even though Sam worked with Puck as well, Finn knew that he wouldn't say anything. Besides, it would be nice to have some people on their side.

Sam nodded his head and walked towards the door. Before he left the room, he turned back towards Finn. "For the record, Finn… I don't think I've ever seen you this happy. Good for you."

Finn couldn't help the smile that formed on his face.

"Hey, Quinn!" Rachel brushed her hair out of her face and tried to catch her breath. She had practically run from the subway in her haste to get to the hotel where Puck and Quinn's wedding was being held. With the wedding quickly approaching, Quinn had asked for Rachel's help with the finalization of all the details. "I'm sorry I'm late. I got held up on the subway, but I—" She stopped speaking abruptly when she saw the redhead standing next to her sister.

"It's okay, Rachel!" Quinn said brightly. "I was having lunch with Gwen when she asked if she could tag along today. I figured having an extra opinion would be nice."

Rachel forced a smile onto her face. "Oh yes," she said. "That's wonderful." As soon as Quinn turned away, Rachel rolled her eyes. Not only was Gwen trying to sleep with her boyfriend, but now she was encroaching on her role in the wedding. Rachel normally wasn't one for violence, but she was about to take a page out of Santana's book.

Trying to shake her sudden bad mood off, Rachel said, "I'm glad that we decided to have the reception in the Gold Ballroom," she said.

The hotel that they were in had two ballrooms; one was very ornate, with many heavy Italian influences. The ballroom that they had chosen for the reception also was influenced by the Italians, but it was much more simple. The floor was marble, it had floor to ceiling windows, and there were subtle gold accents all over the room. The focus of the room was a large, beautiful chandelier. The space was big and open, and they would be able to do all sorts of things to it when it came to decorations.

Before Quinn could say anything, Gwen spoke. "We were actually just talking about that," she said in her overly-sweet voice. "We were thinking that the Grand Ballroom might be a better place for the reception."

Rachel's temper shot up again and she arched an eyebrow as she looked to her sister. "We were thinking?" she repeated. "Really?"

"The decision hasn't been made yet," Quinn said quickly. "But it was just something that we were discussing before you came here."

Rachel inhaled slowly through her nose to calm herself before speaking again. "Do you remember all of the plans that we had for this ballroom?" she said. She was speaking to Quinn only, and was completely ignoring Gwen. "You said that as soon as you and Puck walked in here, you both instantly knew that this was the place where you would have your dream wedding. Has that really changed?"

Quinn smiled as she remembered the first moment she had walked in here. It hadn't been very long after Puck had proposed. She had been with him, his parents, her father and step mother, and Rachel. Puck had loved the space just as much as she had, and she had known in that moment that this was where she wanted to get married. While Quinn felt as though Gwen had made valid points for the Grand Ballroom, she knew that the Gold Ballroom was really where she wanted to be. She was glad that Rachel had been there to remind her of it.

"You're right, Rachel," Quinn said. "This is the perfect place." Turning to Gwen, she said, "You had some really nice points about the Grand Ballroom, but the Gold Ballroom is perfect. I think that we're going to have the reception here."

Gwen just smiled, and Rachel kind of wanted to scratch it off her face. "The Gold Ballroom is a great choice, Quinn," she said. "Now, I was thinking that you could have long tables with silver tablecloths."

And Rachel had to stop Gwen before she could say anything more. They were in a ballroom with gold accents for Pete's sake. And besides, they had already decided on the tablecloths and the type of tables they were going to have.

"We've already decided on white tablecloths and round tables," Rachel said. She tried to keep the snark out of her voice as she spoke. She had to keep in mind that she was going to be around Gwen for the next month and a half.

"Since the bridesmaid dresses are green, I thought that silver would be nice to go off of that," Gwen stated. And Quinn might not have been able to tell, but Rachel knew that Gwen still didn't like the fact that the dresses were green.

"But the white tablecloths will have gold accents, and it will tie the whole room together. That is another color that won't clash with the green dresses." She wanted to put an end to this conversation. Thankfully, Quinn did.

"I think we're going to go with the white tablecloths," Quinn said quickly. "We saw them already and they look perfect."

Gwen nodded her head as her cellphone rang. She walked out of the ballroom to take the call, and Quinn and Rachel just stood in the center of the ballroom. Finally, Quinn turned towards Rachel with a curious look on her face.

"Is everything okay between you and Gwen?" Quinn asked.

Rachel schooled her features and tilted her head at Quinn. "Of course things are fine between Gwen and I! Why wouldn't they be?"

"I'm sensing some… animosity between the two of you. And I don't quite understand it, since there's really no reason for you two to be angry with each other."

Rachel sighed. Quinn was doing that thing where she couldn't see the small details because she was so excited about what was going on in her own life. It must have been nice on Planet Quinn, Rachel decided.

"We're not angry with each other," Rachel explained. Although, if she made another pass at Finn, there would be no stopping Rachel from what she might do. "I guess we just don't see eye to eye on everything. I feel as though Gwen is trying to change everything that we've already decided on."

Quinn's face softened. "Oh, Rachel." She hugged her tightly. "You're my little sister. I picked you to be my maid of honor. I picked you to help me make these decisions, because I wanted you to help me. Gwen is just a friend from college. She can be a little controlling sometimes. She's always been like that."

Rachel didn't want to put added stress on Quinn, since the wedding was so close. So she just smiled at her sister and said, "Things will be fine, Quinn. Don't worry about it."

"That's it. We obviously just need to take that bitch out."

Rachel laughed as she brought a glass of wine over to Santana and held it out. After Santana took it, Rachel settled onto the couch and took a sip of her own wine. "I would agree with you, but I promised Quinn that everything would be okay."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Why do you have to go and make promises like that? You shouldn't make promises that I can't keep."

"Well, I did make that promise, and you are going to keep it. Santana, we can't start anything with Gwen." Rachel couldn't even tell Santana that she was really angry with Gwen because she kept making passes at Finn. As far as Santana knew, Rachel was pissed at Gwen because she kept trying to take her spot as maid of honor. Rachel was mad about that as well. All around, she just really disliked Gwen.

"Can I kick her ass after the wedding, then?" Santana asked. "That way, your dear sister Quinn won't have to worry about her perfect wedding being ruined."

The front door to their apartment opened, and Kurt came in carrying several large shopping bags. "Whose ass are you going to kick, am I somehow going to be involved, and are we going to be arrested for it?"

Rachel was grumbling down into her wine glass, so she missed the second person following Kurt into the apartment. He was laden down with bags as well, but Rachel was too busy glaring darkly and muttering to herself.

Santana nudged Rachel with her foot. "Well, our little Berry wouldn't mind kicking Gwen's ass, either."

"Ah, so it's Gwen," Kurt said. "I'm sorry, Rachel. I know that you've been having trouble with her. What happened?"

"I'm the maid of honor," Rachel stated. She was still glaring at her wine glass. "And she's trying to change everything about the wedding."

"Honey," Kurt said. "While I see where you're coming from, I just want to point out that it's not your wedding. It's not like you had to make these choices for yourself."

Rachel finally looked up to glare at him. "That's not the point!" she exclaimed shrilly. It was then that her eyes fell on Finn, who was also holding several large shopping bags. "Oh! Hello, Finn!"

Finn smiled at her, but Rachel could see that his eyes were full of concern. "Hey, Rach." He dropped the bags on the ground before he turned to his brother. "Leave her alone, Kurt. It may not be her wedding, but Quinn is her sister."

"Lurch makes a fair point," Santana said. "Quinn is Rachel's sister. That bitch Gwen can't come in here and try to change everything. So quit being so mean to Berry, Lady Hummel."

Kurt sighed and set his bags down as well before he went to join Rachel and Santana on the couch. He wrapped his arm around her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to sound like that. I will gladly kick Gwen's ass with you and Santana."

Rachel smiled and hugged Kurt in return. "Thank you. You're forgiven."

"Excellent!" Kurt clapped his hands together and stood up. "So let's order some Chinese food and pop a movie in. I invited Finn over for some bonding tonight, since he's been so busy lately. So it's his pick tonight."

"Pick something good, lurch," Santana ordered. "I'm not watching something boring or poorly made."

As Kurt went to order the food, Finn rifled through the movies until he found something that they all wouldn't mind. He handed it to Santana so that she could put it in, and then he settled next to Rachel on the couch. He brushed his fingers down her back and a small smile came onto to Rachel's face.

When Kurt and Santana came back, they sat on the couch as well. It forced Finn and Rachel to sit closer together, but neither of them minded. Finn spent the majority of the movie stroking Rachel's back when no one could see. Rachel felt her mood get infinitely better as the night progressed.

It got so late that Kurt insisted that Finn stay over (something about the danger of the streets and the excessive cost of cabs. Finn was just too tired to argue. And he really wanted to make sure that Rachel was okay). So everyone went to get ready for bed while Finn settled himself on the couch. Rachel proceeded to toss and turn for several hours, but she was still so worked up that she couldn't really get to sleep.

So she rolled out of bed and went into the kitchen, intent on getting a glass of water. As she was by the sink, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. She relaxed immediately as she rested against Finn's strong chest.

He kissed her neck. "I'm sorry you didn't have a good day, baby," he murmured.

"It's okay," Rachel sighed out as Finn's lips moved over her neck. "I just really don't like her."

"I know, Rach. I'm sorry." Finn moved his lips up to hers and kissed her softly. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Before Rachel could answer, Finn spun her around and lifted her up, setting her on the counter. Rachel bit down on her lip in order to keep from squealing out loud. Finn kissed her deeply, his hands stroking under her sleeping shirt to cup her breasts. Finn's thumbs flicked over her nipples as he massaged gently. Rachel moaned into his mouth and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Finn brought one hand down and tugged her shorts and underwear off. He stroked his hand up and down the inside of her thigh before he slipped his fingers between her already soaked folds. Rachel moaned again, and Finn smiled against her lips.

"Are you relaxed yet?" he murmured.

Finn's fingers were still moving between her legs, and Rachel's hips rocked against his hand. She whimpered before she managed to pant out, "I'm not quite sure. Not entirely."

"Then I have to fix that." Finn kissed her again before he knelt down and spread her legs further apart. Lifting one, he kissed her ankle and then all the way up to her knee. He did the same with her other leg while his hands moved up and down her inner thigh. He dragged his nose up and down her thigh, smirking when she let out another moan.

"Can you be quiet?" he asked. As if to tease her even further, Finn gently bit down on the inside of thigh, right near her center.

Rachel bit her lip and nodded her head. She wasn't very sure if she believed herself, and Finn knew it. He kissed the spot he had bitten down on, and Rachel whimpered again. He pulled her left leg over his shoulder and then her right, and his hands reached up to hold on to her thighs.

"Are you sure about that?"

No, she wasn't sure about that. "Finn," Rachel gasped. But, you know. She could manage if he just touched her already.

"You're so beautiful," Finn told Rachel. He kissed her thigh again. "Perfect. Sexy. Gorgeous."

Finn gave her a smoldering look before his tongue slid between her folds. Rachel gasped and locked her fingers in his hair. His tongue moved up to her clit, and then he wrapped his lips around it and sucked. Rachel moaned and then clapped a hand over her mouth to keep herself from getting any louder.

With his lips still wrapped around her nub, Finn slid two fingers inside of her. Rachel's hips bucked up and she pressed her lips together to hold back another loud moan. The feelings coursing through here were indescribable as Finn continued to pleasure with his mouth and fingers. It wasn't long before she was falling over the edge. With a shudder, Rachel fell apart under Finn's mouth and hands. She cried out against her hand and really hoped that she didn't wake anyone up.

Finn pressed gentle kisses to Rachel's thighs as she calmed down. He stood up, licked his lips, and then licked his fingers. All the while, his eyes were still dark as he gazed down at her. He caged her in his arms and leaned over, brushing his lips against hers.

"Feel better?" Finn asked.

Rachel moaned quietly and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a deeper kiss. She was very aware of the fact that her bare bottom was resting on her kitchen counter. But she didn't care, because Finn had just made her feel so amazing.

"I feel… I feel…" Rachel finally managed.

Finn smirked. "No words? Huh. I'm impressed."

Rachel wrapped her arms around him and cuddled against him, letting out a happy sigh when his arms wrapped around her in return. "So much more than better," she murmured, feeling exhaustion suddenly hit her.

"I'm glad."

"Thank you, Finn."

Finn brushed Rachel's hair back and tenderly kissed her forehead. "Anytime, baby."

A warm feeling spread through Rachel and she snuggled closer to him. "I wish that you could sleep in my bed again."

"I do, too," Finn said. "First off, your couch is really uncomfortable." Rachel giggled and pushed against his chest playfully. Finn chuckled before he continued. "Secondly… I really liked sleeping with you, Rachel. Both in the literal and figurative sense."

Finn and Rachel stayed wrapped up in each other's arms for several long moments before Rachel slid off the counter. Finn handed Rachel her panties and shorts, and she pulled them on. Standing on her tiptoes, Rachel pressed a kiss to Finn's lips.

"Come sleep with me anyway," she whispered.

"Are you sure?" Finn asked. But he was already stepping towards Rachel's room.

Rachel giggled again. "We can set an alarm before either Kurt or Santana wake up."

Finn scooped her up into his arms. "Sounds like a plan."

Author's Note: Yup. So… that happened. Right now, Finn and Rachel are just having extreme luck with their sneaking around. It's not going to last forever. People are definitely going to start figuring it out. :)