Aftermath of the Party

No virgin anymore! That was the first thought Rachel had after she woke up. ..anymore. She lost her V-Card. And right after she had this thought, a small voice rang out in her head, which made it crystal clear that lost was the wrong word. She dropped it and –the voice went one better – she didn't regret it. Odd. She wasn't a Santana or a Brittany who were just sleeping with guys. She was a girl who wanted to make love with her boyfriend. And this boyfriend had to meet some criteria.

Rachel turned to lie on her back and looked at Wes who was lying on his back too but still sleeping. Then she knew it. She knew why she had slept with him. He made her feel safe, she felt comfortable and he didn't impose as if he was expecting from her to sleep with him. In fact if she had refused to sleep with him, he would be gone instantly. Rachel was glad, he didn't. And waking up next to him wasn't that bad. If she should tell him that he was the first boy who stayed overnight? Could he imagine that? Was there a guide for Sex to resolve such problems? If yes, where could you get one? Important questions Rachel had no answer right now. So she decided to snuggle up in her pillows, close her eyes and enjoy the current situation.

At this moment the shrill ringing of the phone started. An unbelievable noise in the silent house (at least for Rachel) and the reason she almost get a heart attack. She uttered a shriek and when Wes weren't awakened by the phone, he was awake by now. Slumberous he rubbed his eyes.

"Wont you answer the phone?" he mumbled sleepily. Normally he was an early bird. But the alcohol at the party and the sex made more tired than he assumed. His reactions and his cogitations were a little bit restricted. He was proud of himself that he identified the ringing as a phone.

Rachel ended up a floor deeper by her attempt to reach the phone on her desk. Not in the proper meaning of the word architectonic, she just got caught in her blanket and went to the floor with another shriek. Concerned Wes looked at her. "Are you okay?"

She sat up and scratched her head embarrassed. "Normally I'm not that clumsy."

"It's early morning, so you may be clumsy. And after a party anyway."

"Speaking of early: What time is it?" she asked while she crawled in bed again (Of course the phone stopped ringing, whoever that was, and he would hear something from Rachel). Wes looked at her bedside table where her alarm clock was standing.

"8 o'clock."

"That's…early." Brilliant conversation, really. Rachel was proud of herself. But she didn't have a clue what else she could say.

"Um, are you hungry?"

"If you don't fall out of bed again to make breakfast." Was the answer provided with a wink. Played in disgust Rachel hit him against the shoulder.

"You're pretty sassy, Mr Head of the council! I thought you are so well-educated."

"Told you that is the uniform. Nevertheless I'm sorry that I insulted you, Miss Captain."

They laughed and Rachel shook her head. "Believe me, I heard so much worse."

"Such as? Man Hands?"

"Such as!" She ran her hand over her eyes. "I'm starting again to bother you with my problems. I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. I like to listen to you. I mean, if you wanna talk."

Relieved she looked at him. "Thanks." And with that she hugged him. He squeezed her softly. My pleasure, beautiful."

"You know, I had three boyfriends in total. None of them called me beautiful for once. Like you yesterday."

"I can't understand that." They released each other from the hug and tenderly he stroke some strands of hair from her forehead. A small smile played on her lips. "You're such a charmer."

"If I can make you smile, always."

"Then make me smile again and tell me what you want for breakfast."

"Don't bother! I eat something on my way to Santana. Or when I collected the boys."

"You wanna pick them up?"

Wes hunched his shoulders. "What should I do? They all will have a bad hangover and before they land somewhere, I rather give them a ride."

"Well, I know how people are after a party and I tell you it takes some time til they are approachable. After my party our hangover lasted til Monday."

"So? I thought the Santana-Lopez-Parties are spectacular but your parties seem to be wild too."

Rachel grabbed one of her small pillows and hit him with it. "Stop making fun of me, Wes."

Laughing he fought off the pillow. "I'm just calling a spade a spade."

"To your information: I just threw this party because it was Alcohol-Awareness-Week and how should I be against something I don't know?"

"And then a full intoxication?"

"Um, yeah. Stupid, I know."

"Well, you could say my first full intoxication was as stupid as yours."

"Because you were heartbroken?"

"No."

"Because you wanted to swag?"

"Yes. We were visiting my uncle and my aunt and my cousin took me with him one night. I was fifteen and the older boys treated me like a toddler. I wanted to prove them wrong."

"I can understand that somehow. Still you didn't answer my question? Breakfast, yes or no?"

"Is there a chance you let me go if I say no?"

"No."

"Okay, then I guess I have no choice."

"I make a suggestion: We put our clothes on and then we'll see."

A word and a blow. But as soon as they were standing in the kitchen of the Berry household, Wes' cell phone ringed. He pulled it out of his pocket and accepted the call.

"Jeff, what's up?"

"Ouch, don't scream like that." Jeff whined and Wes could almost see how the blonde grasped his head and grimaced.

"Wes, my head hurts."

"Hardly surprising."

"And Nick and David are gone."

"Did you check the bathroom?"

"No, why?"

"Just a suggestion. Are the others still there?"

"Blaine is at Kurt's. And Kurt is at himself too."

"Imagine he weren't."

"I feel sick. Can you pick us up?"

"I'm on my way."

Wes cancelled the call and shook his head.

"You have to pick them up?"

"Yeah. So I have to quit your breakfast. I'm sorry."

"I see. Sometimes you have to play cab driver for your friends." Rachel smiled. Wes returned the smile. "What would our friends do without us?"

"Which friends?" Rachel joked.

Her visitor was suck for an answer because his cell ringed again. He answered and his eyed widened.

"Nick is gone!" Jeff sobbed pitiful.

"What means he's gone?"

"Gone. Hurry up!"

"Okay, calm down, Jeff. Have a seat somewhere and try to get the alcohol out your blood."

He hung up and had to shake his head again. "Like toddlers. And under alcohol influence they are all the worse."

"Then hit the road."

She showed him to the door. There something came into her mind:

"Wes? Thank you for everything."

"No, thank you." He kissed her on the forehead. "See you, beautiful."

And for a fairly long time this was the last conversation they had.

When Wes arrived at Santana's Nick weaved towards him in the driveway. "My head hurts so much." He hollered and clung to his friend.

"Okay, Nick, nice, let us go in. Jeff is looking for you."

"I want to be with Jeff, where is he?" While Nick was having a hangover, he became cuddly and wanted to snuggle. Now Wes dragged him back into the house.

Inside was a scene of chaos. Finn was lying on the couch and looked like he was in a coma Quinn sat next to the door with her back against the wall and mumbled incomprehensible words (Wes thought to hear something about "Rachel2 and "did everything right when she went home"), Brittany staggered outside the kitchen and Artie drove with his wheelchair against the wall and seemed to sleep there. Empty paper cups were all over the shop, a potted plant was upset and the potting compost was spread over the floor.

"Wessy!" Davis had sat on the stairs and waved noticeable when he made his short way towards Wes.

"Jeff!" Finally Nick had somebody to snuggle up and cuddled with his best friend.

"Okay, guys, the pickup service is here. Jeff, Nick, forward mach to the car!"

If Wes was able to do one thing than to organize his friends. And what mostly gave rise to nagging, was followed well-behaved today. In single file they went outside the house and to the car. The young Asian looked at the rest of the party gang. "Should I give somebody else a lift?"

Quinn looked up to him. "Mike will pick us up soon." She explained with fragile voice.

"Yeah, Mike picks us up." Brittany confirmed before she emptied her stomach contents into the second potted plant. Something that coaxed the head member of the council to run away.

Nick, Jeff and David were standing in Front of the car of her sober friend with puzzled looks on their faces.

"Um, guys, if you wanna ride along, you have to climb in."

"We can't open the door." Jeff grumbled and buried his face in Nick's neck.

"Dear me! You're so much worse than kindergarten children."

Wes opened the back doors for Nick and Jeff and both climbed inside. After a few tries David was able to open the passenger door and took his seat.

"Buckle on!" Their driver demanded after he climbed into the car too. Maybe he should help cleaning up but right now he wanted to take his friends back to Dalton. Sure it was Saturday but somewhere they needed to sleep their hangover off.

"Wes, I feel sick."

"If you puke into my car, I end the friendship. Same goes for Niff back there."

"You're so mean. No need to yell, we buckle on." Jeff grumbled.

"I'm not yelling, that's your hangover. What am I talking to you? You're behaving like little kids. Particularly when you drank alcohol."

"Not true!" David objected while the car let the house of family Lopez behind. A warning glance from Wes. "Yes true, Mr We-take-me-to-the-bathroom-I-feel-so-sick!"

David abstained from an answer and even Nick and Jeff decided to remain silent and implicit whining about their headaches.

Rachel went, after Wes was gone, back into the kitchen where she trawled the fridge. It seemed as if their dads heard of the end of the world for this week because as full as the fridge was, she could survive for days. What a nice life you have as an only child.

She closed the door of the refrigerator and went back to her room. Just as she started to adjust the ruffled bedclothes, her phone started ringing again. She picked up and clenched the phone between shoulder and ear while she poked the pillow in his rightful state.

"Hello?"

"Princess, how are you?"

"Oh, hello Dad, I'm fine, what about you? Did you arrive safe?"

"Yeah and the hotel is dreamlike."

"I'm really pleased."

"Our room has a fantastic view over the whole lake and when the sun goes down its just divine."

Rachel smiled. She was glad her dads liked the hotels she had chosen for them.

"So, the perfect place for your wedding anniversary."

"Absolutely, we really appreciate what you did for us. Hold on a moment." Hiram Berry said something to a person and for a while all Rachel could hear was babbling. Then her Dad was back. "Your Papa says I should tell you that we miss you and it's a pity you can't be here with us to celebrate. You would love it."

"I know, Dad, I know. But school is important. When you're back again, we go to a fancy restaurant, ok? Or to a musical."

She could hear the smile in his voice, when he answered: "That's what we'll do, princess. And? How was your yesterday's evening? Did you turn up the music and danced?"

"Uh, yes, I did. Loud music and dance. You know me." Rachel loved her dads and trusted them but she knew that neither Hiram nor Leroy would appreciate the idea of her only daughter spending her time on parties til late night and drinking alcohol. And she wasn't exactly lying. There were loud music and dance. Not at her house, but does that matter?

"That's nice, princess. Oh, your Papa wants to speak to you."

There was a crackle in the line, and then Leroy was at the phone.

"Darling, hello. How are you?"

"Hello, Papa, I'm fine."

"That's good. I called you earlier this morning but it seemed you were still sleeping."

"So, you were the caller. No, I was awake but I didn't get up fast enough. Well, I get out of bed real fast but then I was lying flat on the floor. You should first unwrap yourself from the blanket and then go up."

"You had fallen? Are you hurt?"

"No, Papa, I'm fine. Everything's okay. Don't worry so much and enjoy your vacation with Dad."

"Okay, I will. We call you this evening again, ok?"

"Okay, Papa."

After many other displays of affection and incantations to be careful, Rachel hung up. She put her hands on her hips and shook her head. For her dads – especially for her Papa – she would always be the little girl.

Her next walk guided the diva into her bathroom where she stood in Front of the mirror and observed her reflection. The long hair which fell in waves over her back and bordered her face; the big brown eyes looking curious at her; her noise, where you couldn't see a sign from the fraction anymore thanks to god; her full lips. Wes said she was beautiful. By now she only heard that from her das and they saw – you had to say it – things through rose-colored glasses when it came to her daughter. You could imagine what this compliment means to Rachel. She was fighting against envier and people, who weren't able to recognize her talent, since she was able to think. Compliments were few and far between and sometime she was tired fighting for them. What reinforced the meaning of last night. She did barely anything and was allowed to have such a great experience.

And without noticing a smile appeared on Rachel's face.

David sat absolutely motionless before a glass of water in which a headache tablet came to nothing. Nick, Jeff and Blaine, who was able to sleep off his drunkenness partly and made his way to Dalton somehow, had the same in front of them. Wes was the only one with a bowl full of muesli in front of himself which he was eating with relish.

"Blub, blub, blub." Jeff counted the bubbles his tablet made while disappearing.

"If I see the mass you roll in, I get sick." Nick wrinkled his nose while watching Wes.

"Then don't look at me." Was the answer, accompanied with a shrug.

Blaine groaned. "You had to draw my attention to that, Nick? I just had my gag reflex under control."

"Tell me, Wes, why were you so fast at Santana's?" David propped his head up in the palm of his hand and looked quizzically at his best friend.

"I was halfway there. Somehow you had to come home. And because I'm always the one who had to take care of you, I didn't need to wait for your call." Wes grinned at his friends. They looked like trash. And David explained why.

"If you were that sober, please tell me what happened yesterday. The only thing I know is that I was sitting next to you."

"What? You are not reminiscent of Florentine?" It was monumental fun to annoy the guys. Especially when David, like now, looked totally distracted.

"Who is Florentine?" He asked alarmed. The head member of the council had to laugh so hard, he almost chocked on his muesli. Thad, who came around occasionally, hit him on the back graciously.

"Florentine is your new girlfriend. How can't you not remember her? She was with you when you pledged allegiance to the toilet. How can you forget that?"

"I did what? That can't be true. Wes, tell me, this isn't true!"

"Of course. She doesn't like me. I'm mean, as she said. Or as you said, you flower whisperer."

"I beg your pardon?" David didn't get it. Yet in Nick's head it clicked. "You don't talk about this strange flower I found in my bag and now is standing on my desk?"

"The very same. David's new girlfriend. At least Santana doesn't want her flower back."

David grasped his heart. "Are you insane? I thought god knows what."

Wesley could only shake his head grinning. "If you didn't drank that much, you would be know everything and I wasn't able to make fun of you. What a pity."

"What else should we know? Don't tell me, I made out with Rachel again." That came from Blaine, who looked pleadingly at his friend. Wes raised one eyebrow.

"Why with Rachel off all people?" Too late he noticed that it sounded more taunting than he wanted. He had to smooth over because the others changed astonished glares. "I mean, why should just Rachel make out with the boyfriend of her friend? She doesn't look like a slut."

"Maybe during spin the bottle again because we both were drunk."

"To your information, the only one you play tonsil tennis with, was Kurt. And Nick, before you're asking, was the bathtub comfortable?"

"You let me sleep in there? Thanks, you're the reason my neck hurts."

"I'm not your babysitter."

"If we are drunk and you're sober, then of course. That the friends code of honor." Jeff mumbled. The glare he got at this would have cut steel.

"Jeffrey, may I remind you, that you are the ones who accuse me of that? That I take care of you like a father?"

"Yeah, but on parties it's different. Somebody had to watch over us. And if you don't drink anyway."

"How should I drink when David drinks half of my beer?"

"You shouldn't have drunk it anyway."

"You don't know it."

"Yes, I know. Besides, you could get yourself another beer. But you rather bunked. Where have you been the whole time?"

"I thought, you can't remember anything."

"I can't. The only thing I know is that I called after you when you're away. If that was before or after I sat beside you, I don't know."

"You fell into a deep slumber on the bath mat. Because I wasn't able to enter the basement again, thanks to Lauren and Puck making out in the entrance, I left."

Wes stood up and washed up his empty muesli bowl. Behind him Jeff asked a different question: "So, you didn't have fun yesterday?"

If Thad, who sat near the group, had looked up, he would have notice the smile on the face of his council fellow. He didn't look up and so the evidence for a funny night stayed undiscovered.

When Wes' smile was halfway gone, he turned around and crossed his arms over his chest. "Yes, I had fun. I listened to good music and even apart from that I had a great evening. And now excuse me, I have to study for the French test on Monday. You should do the same, when you headache is slightly better." And with that he left the eat-in kitchen of Dalton Academy. His friends looked after him with shaking heads. "Can you understand this boy? Attends a part, could have enjoy a great evening and leaves after a short time. And now he's studying." Sometimes Nick was stunned.

"You know why he works so much for school. His parents demand it of him."

"Dave, he's got an A in every class. I know nobody except the Frenchmen who speaks better French than Wes. What does he want to study?"

"Maybe he wants to have his peace. I mean, he drove from Westerville to Lime, only to pick us up. And what should he do with us right now? We all have a bad hangover. I'm happy when I lie in my bed and have nothing to do." Blaine explained and got up ponderous. His friends did the same. They all scuffed into their rooms.

Wes was lying on his bed into his room and stared at the ceiling. Next to him was his opened French book but he couldn't think of studying right now. Again and again the events of last night went through his head. Normally he wasn't the type of guy who met a girl on a party and slept with her. Normally he got together with her, got to know her and then, when he really loved her, they had sex. But Rachel flashed him.

What a pity, he couldn't talk with anyone about it. Because he knew for sure David wasn't able to keep such secrets. The moment, he got to know that Wes slept just like that with the captain of New Directions, would be the moment, everyone in Dalton would knew it. No need for that.

He really didn't know what he should tell David by the way. Yes, he slept with Rachel. And now? That makes them what? A couple surely not. An affair just as little. Something stranger between them which no one would understand? He didn't understand it himself.

"Hey, Wes, have you finished your Chemistry work?" Thad burst into the room. Wes looked at him doubting.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I don't understand the last exercise. So, you're finished?"

The occupant of the room, Thad bust in, got up his bed, went to his desk and handed Thad a booklet.

"Give it back to me this evening."

"What? You don't explain anything to me?"

"Should I?"

"If it doesn't bother you. Speaking of: Wasn't your plan to study for French?"

"Was it and I will. I should explain you Chemistry?"

Thad muttered affirming. Just like Wes he was an A student. Chemistry was the only class he had bad grades and all his experiments went wrong. Wes remembered the last time one of Thad's failed experiments almost entailed the evacuation of the school building.

"Okay, I will explain it to you. Sit down."

"Thank you, Wes."

"No need to thank me. I have my I-help-my-friend-day."

"This day is every day of the week."

The second Chapter. Was it good? I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it =)

I know not very much MontBerry in it but trust me, in the next chapter will be some hearts beating really fast.

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