I know that I promised a long chapter but this is the only chance that I'll get to update this week and I wanted to do it soon, so I'm sorry! The next one with be long.

Onto the chapter...

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Finn groans loudly when sun spills in through the large window and he goes to pull his cover over his head. He just can't find his cover, or his pillow, or his bed. Before he can stop himself, he's rolling off of the couch and falls to the floor with a loud thump. "Fucking hell," he mumbles, ignoring the large headache and struggling to stand up on his wobbly legs.

The last thing that he remembers from last night is arriving at Puck's and he wonders how the hell he ended up here…wherever here is.

He must have slept with someone again. Only, he doesn't feel like he has and why would he wake up on the couch if that's the case?

He desperately needs to pee, but where is the bathroom? It's too early to think and his hangover is not helping. Stumbling slightly, he blinks and heads toward the nearest closed door, barging into a cabinet on his way over. Unfortunately, his elbow manages to disassemble some strange looking ornament that has some giant ass coin and he blindly moves away before he can break anything else.

With his hand firmly on the handle, he opens the door and moves inside the room, being encased by a sea of warmth. And then his eyes finally focus…

This is a bathroom, most definitely.

It's clear because Rachel is there, in the bath, totally naked. And it's awesome. He stares wide mouthed at her exposed breasts, the round curves waking him up in more places than one. And then there are her legs. Fuck, how can someone so small have such long legs?

Rachel lets out a terrified squeak, her hands frantically trying to cover her body away from Finn's prying eyes. Her own are wide, startled and he can tell that she's pissed. This only increases when her gaze wanders downwards and she sees the clear tent in the front of his jeans. "Get out!" she screeches, "get out! Get out!"

His brain doesn't absorb the information quick enough for she's throwing a shampoo bottle at him. Thankfully, her aim sucks and it hits just to his right, yet it's a warning enough to make him turn around and scramble away from her.

He can practically hear his blood pumping in his ears and he can't get the image of naked Rachel out of his mind. Finn knows that she's attractive, but he would never have thought that she'd be so hot. Like, supermodel hot.

Through the door, he hears the movement of water and then more silence. She's going to be so angry at him, he can already tell. Maybe it'll be best if he leaves now, not that he knows how to get home from her apartment. He gasps as he realizes that it is her apartment, followed by feeling a large amount of confusion as to the events that led up to it. He hasn't slept with her, surely, because he and Rachel will never get to that. They're friends, for now, but as soon as all this ends they're most likely going to go their separate ways.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door clicks up and he's disappointed to see Rachel now in a fluffy pink robe, her body hidden from him. She stiffens at the sight of him, before throwing her nose in the air and moving to her bedroom. The door slams shut seconds later, causing the whole room to vibrate.

He sighs, preparing himself for her lecture.

His head feels like it's splitting in half and he goes to find the kitchen to search for some painkillers or anything to numb the pain. Opening and closing cupboards, he finally finds the desired item and takes two of the tablets. They taste gross, but he supposes that they'll do the intended job.

For a moment, he stares around her kitchen, the bright pink walls almost hurting his eyes. There are pictures of Rachel all over the place – with Quinn, these two men, and some celebrities. He picks the one up of her with a guy who looks around their age, his lips on her cheek as she smiles for the camera. He feels something stir inside him and instantly represses the feelings, turning away from the picture like it's of something sick and twisted.

And he totally needs to pee again. After a quick trip to the bathroom, still warm from Rachel's bath, he returns to the living room where he sees the girl standing up stiffly, staring at him.

"We need to talk," she says, "about…what just happened."

Finn shrugs, "I saw you nude, so what?"

"So what?" she squeaks, her voice more than strained. She takes a step forward, her arms sliding across her chest as though she still feels exposed and there's no hiding the blush on her face, "Finn, you can't tell this to anyone. It stays between us, okay?"

"I can't keep that promise," he smirks, "what if I'm talking to Puck and –"

"You keep your mouth shut!" she warns, pointing a finger in his face and he winces from the loud sound, rubbing his forehead.

Her face immediately softens, brown eyes gazing upon him with concern, "how's your hangover? You were pretty out of it last night."

Finn groans loudly, dropping onto the sofa and showing her just how tired he is. "I feel like shit." He feels the cushion drop as she sits beside him, biting her lip nervously, "how did I get here?"

"Y-you called me," she says, all of a sudden shy. Her face lights up, "and then started singing Justin Bieber down the phone." His eyes bug and he feels his stomach drop at the thought of embarrassing himself in front of her like that – especially her. Rachel giggles, "it was quite good actually. Quinn says that you have a good voice."

"Quinn heard it?" he cries, igniting more pain in his head. He becomes significantly quieter, "How did she hear it?"

"She was here when you called. And then we drove down to Puck's house," she shrugs like it's nothing, "but your friend Puckerman managed to woo her and she stayed the night." He raises a brow, wondering how exactly Puck was able to get Quinn of all people to sleep with him.

The man sighs, "great, now you think that I'm an idiot."

"I already thought that you were an idiot," she grins, but her face falters when he glares back, "I was joking, lighten up."

He never thought the day would come that she'd be the one telling anyone to lighten up. Still, he feels a smile tug at his lips and gives in. "Thanks for, you know, bringing me here before I did something stupid. Like make out with a random girl."

For a moment, panic passes through her face and her posture stiffens, but she covers quickly, "not at all. I couldn't just leave a friend in need. Do you want breakfast?" Like a whirlwind, she's out of his presence before he can even reply.


A knock comes at the door and moments later it's flying open. Rachel gives a sigh of relief when she notices that it's only Kurt and …why is he carrying a large pile of magazines?

"Rachel!" he gaps, "you and Finn made it to the front covers!"

"What? Are you serious?" She shoots up from her seat and goes to help him with the mass of papers, the pair dropping them onto the coffee table. She does indeed see her and Finn, pictures from last night over every cover. Finn is all over her, a dopey smile on his face as they move towards her car. "There were paparazzi there last night?" It shouldn't surprise her, but it does. She's not used to them being everywhere that she goes.

Kurt just smiles, something which leaves her in stun, and reaches over to press a huge kiss onto her forehead, "you two are geniuses! You've been trending all morning, and Quinn and I have been getting calls from everywhere. Turns out, Finchel is the next big thing."

"Finchel?" she asks sceptically.

"That's what your fans are calling you. Half Finn. Half Rachel." She raises her eyebrow, her lips pursed, "hey, I didn't come up with it!" He suddenly smiles brightly, "anyway, the plan is working! And I know that this," he points to the cover, "wasn't planned by me, but you and Finn are clearly getting the publicity that you both need."

He reaches forward and grabs the nearest magazine, "listen to this. 'Finn Hudson and Rachel Berry, seen above, have recently been causing eyes for suspicion after their caught on camera smooching and just last night the suspected couple left a friend's party together, Finn clearly getting carried away." Rachel blushes at this, though gestures for him to go on, "so, is it true? We're keeping a close eye on these two, who seem to be proving that maybe opposites do attract."

With a wistful sigh, he finishes and gently paces down the magazine, turning to her. "This is actually working."

"You didn't think that it would?" she asks, confused.

"Well," he says carefully, "Finn is unpredictable. He doesn't think about things before he's running off and doing them, but I'm sure that you've realised by now."

The kiss burns into her mind. "Yes, I think that I have." She quickly changes the subject, "so, you're not mad at Finn, f-for getting so drunk last night?"

Kurt rolls his eyes, "honey, this is good for Finn." Rachel feels sorry for him, having to take care of Finn all the time. It can't be easy to detour so much bad publicity from the man, seeing as he just piles it up and up. Hopefully though, their dating will change this. God, she can't believe that she actually wants to help Finn Hudson. "He's here, right?" Kurt asks, peering around, "is he still snoozing blissfully? Because I'd love to give him a loud wakeup call." Rachel kind of really likes Kurt.

She shakes her head, "he went in for a shower, though I think he's probably just standing under it and thinking. He has been in there for thirty minutes." Kurt rolls his eyes and picks up his phone.

Much to her shock, he screams loudly and then clings onto her arm, "Quinn just text me."

"And?" she smiles playfully, his excitement spreading to her.

"You're going to be on the Brittany S. Pierce show!" he tries to contain his large grin, "do you know how big this is? That show has an average audience of sixteen million. Dear God, I can't breathe." He begins to fan himself frantically, mumbling something about it being "too much" for him.

Finn chooses this time to come sauntering out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his stomach. Kurt shakes his head and tells him to put some clothes on, while Rachel finds herself staring at his body. Water cascades over his chiselled chest, something that seems too perfect to be real. She wants to look away but her mind isn't letting her. Finn's confidence doesn't waver under her gaze and he only smirks in reply.

Beside her, Kurt leans forward, "Rach, sweetie, I think you're drooling."

Her heads snaps back to him and a frown dominates her face, "I am not!" She stands up, huffing to herself and walking in the direction of a kitchen when something catches her eyes. Her shelves have been messed up and something looks complete ruined, "who the hell broke my Tony award?"

And then she turns to the only suspect, who is trying to subtly hide himself behind her lampshade.

"Finn Hudson," she growls dangerously.

"I didn't mean to!"

She doesn't know what to feel. Angry at the fact that he ruined her first big award or laughter at how utterly scared her looks.

A pair of hands appears on her shoulders and pulls her back with caution, "We can get that fixed," Kurt tells her, glaring at Finn, "don't you worry. I know someone who can have it done by tomorrow."

This calms her down, for the moment.

Just as one of her problems disappears, another arrives.

"Rachel, my flower, I'm back."

All three heads turn to the door, having not heard Jesse enter. Finn, still in his towel, stiffens and cowers behind his ever trusty lamp while Kurt narrows his eyes at the curly haired intruder.

Rachel smiles forcefully, "Jesse, what a surprise. Right now isn't the best time."

He's already in the middle of the room, his gaze falling to the magazines all over the table. He knows that Finn is there, though is choosing to delay the moment to leave him more uncomfortable. "I couldn't wait any longer. We need to catch up," he points to the table, "what's all this?"

"They're mine!" Kurt interjects, "I love celebrity gossip. Live for it."

Jesse feigns interest, "and don't Rachel and Finn photograph wonderfully together?" The air is tense as he says that. It's no mystery to either Finn or Kurt that Rachel and Jesse used to date, but meeting him in person is a whole other experience.

"Jesse," she hesitates, "what are you doing here?"

"Not happy to see me?" he asks.

She quickly backpedals, "No, of course I am. I just…wasn't ready for your visit."

"But," he smiles, "I've got the whole day planned for us. First, we go for Breakfast in our old little spot, then I'm going to take you shopping and we'll end the day with a showing of Cats…just like old times!"

Rachel hates that she wants to say yes so badly.

Kurt and Finn are surprisingly quiet, deciding to let Rachel handle Jesse on her own. Although, she doesn't seem too happy about it.

"I don't know…" she trails off.

Jesse gasps dramatically, "but Rachel, you can't miss out on an opportunity like this. Not to mention that I'd really like to catch up. It's been weeks since I had a conversation with anyone who really understands me."

She can feel herself being pulled in again. Like she's been caught by Jesse's fishing line and he's not backing down.

"I-I already have plans," she spurts out.

He blinks, "what?"

"I, erm…" Damn, what is she supposed to say now?

Thankfully, the towel clad hero steps in. "We've got a date."

If Jesse's snarl is anything to go by, he isn't impressed by that response. She begs that he doesn't start a fight with Finn, knowing how much he anticipates such a thing. "Oh, you have?"

"Yes," Finn stands strong and proud. Well, as proud as anyone can be while half naked. "You seem to have a problem with that."

"No, no problem at all," Jesse clearly lies, "I just thought that Rachel would enjoy some more pleasurable company."

"And what are you suggesting by that?"

Rachel sends a panicked look to Kurt, who attempts to speak to them. "Look, guys – "

Jesse doesn't go light, "just that I think you're kind of moronic and can't offer her any intelligent nay fascinating conversation if your life depended on it."

"I think you'll find," Finn says through clenched teeth, "that my girlfriend is very interested in what I have to say."

"I'm sure," Jesse says darkly, his eyes moving to Rachel, "don't you make a lovely couple? When's the wedding?"

She sighs, "leave it Jesse."

"I – "

"Leave it," she warns again, "now, as you can see, I already have plans with Finn, but we can catch up another time."

Jesse stares at her like she has two heads. "You're serious? You're dropping me for him?"

"I have a name!"

"Shut it, Hudson."

"Jesse!" she scolds him, wondering where her sudden burst of confidence with the man has appeared from, "I think that you should leave. I-I'll call you, alright?" He doesn't look too pleased though starts to move towards the door, eyeing Finn the entire time.

His eyes seem to say this isn't over.

As soon as the door closes behind him, Finn moves from his not so secret hiding place. "I'm er…going to make myself less naked." Kurt waves him away before going to sit next to Rachel who looks positively conflicted with herself.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Jesse," she states simply, "he just…ugh, he thinks that he owns me or something."

His eyebrows furrow, "what do you mean?"

Rachel turns to him, playing with the hem of her dress. "It was the same when we were dating. He – he became possessive, you could say, and started treating me like I was his and his only. He wouldn't let me decide things by myself."

"Didn't he break up with you?"

She nods sadly, going to explain. "I didn't listen to him. For one night, I wanted to do something for me, so I did. And he found out," she frowns, "and broke up with me as soon as. I was so desperately in love that I begged him to take me back, but he wouldn't. He seemed to enjoy watching me beg for his love…"

She eventually sighs, her shoulders slumping, "I guess that I still kind of feel something for him. Something...I don't know."


Inside Rachel's room, Finn listens intently to the conversation. Rachel's final words make his heart sink lower than ever before, "I guess that I still kind of feel something for him. Something...I don't know."

She's still in love with that douche? Seriously?

He doesn't understand how she could ever feel something for that guy, who really deserves a good ol' punch in the face. Finn's never exactly been the nicest to women, but you can't just control them like they're meant to please you.

He may not speak to his mom much anymore, yet he knows that she'd throw a fit if he ever did something like that.

And the thought of Rachel being obedient to someone is…is…well, it's beyond his imagination really. She's so stubborn and resilient that he almost admires her for it. When she wants something, she doesn't stop until she's reached her goal. Her career, for example. She's just released her second album, one which is rumored to win Album of the Year. And she's well known her hard work ethic, so Kurt tells him.

She's the type of person that people should look up to. And who shouldn't be controlled by others.

Not Jesse. Definitely not him.

Though he's surprised that he even thinks so, she's special. And she always will be. Nobody is going to take that away from her, especially not Jesse.

God, he can't believe that he actually likes her. What a strange thing this turned out to be. But she's sweet and cool, and she cares about him. How many of his friends tried to help him when he was drunk last night? One – Rachel.

So, if she's going to help him, then he's going to help her, by curing her of this love of Jesse. Starting off, he's totally going to take her out tonight. They can go anywhere – anywhere at all, and they're going to forget about that jerk for the whole time.


"You want me to take you to see a show?" he groans. Of course she'll want something like that.

She grins, nodding excitedly. "Now that Jesse mentioned it, it's been weeks since my last delve into another show and it'll be a nice break from my rehearsals."

"I've err…never been to one before."

Rachel gasps, jumping from her seat and almost knocking her drink over in the process. "Oh, but Finn, we must take your Broadway virginity immediately, just you and me." She's clinging onto his arm tightly, eyes so bright that he's sure there are stars in them.

Behind them, Kurt clears his throat.

She blushes, as does Finn, "I mean, it'll be nice to see you experience your first show." Rachel offers a bright smile

"You sure about this, dollface? What if I hate it?"

"You won't," she says surely, "I promise you." Her smile is contagious and soon the whole room is alive with happiness.


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