Waking up in a strange bed was not a new experience for Rachel Berry what was strange was the fact that her phone was ringing.
Her girls knew she wasn't home so why would they call knowing she might get caught leaving. She rolled over on to her back.
She laid her hand over her stomach and stared at the ceiling. She felt something cold between her hand and the skin of her belly.
Looking down she saw a wedding band on her left hand, ring finger. She gasped sitting up. Then she heard a groan, "Babe not so loud."
Oh shit it was Noah, Sam's best man. She narrowed her eyes and said with a sickly sweet voice, "Good morning husband."
His eyes snapped open and as he tried to get up fell off the bed. Leaning over the edge of the bed, "Are you okay?"
He coughed and moaned, "No did you say husband?" She nodded and Puck looked down at his hand, "Holy fuck!"
She furrowed her eyebrows, "How can a fuck be holy?" He growled at her and was about to respond when her phone rang again.
Rachel reached for it, "Hello?"
"No I'm in a hotel."
"Yes Noah is here."
"Okay we'll be there."
Puck was now off the floor with his jeans pulled up but still unbuttoned, "What was that about?" She rolled off the bed.
"Our flight is at eight so we have to leave now." She was looking for her underwear. "If you're looking for what I think you are you won't find it."
Puck held up a scrap of lace, she snatched it from him, "Hey Mrs. Puckerman don't get pissy now." She shivered at his words.
He backed her into a wall, "I saw that Mrs. Puckerman." His mouth was against her ear, his hips pressed hard against her.
"We we," she licked her lips. "We can't do this right now we have a plane to catch." He kissed her, "get dressed Rachel."
~The airport~
They had taken off their rings. Rachel's was in her handbag and Puck's was in the front pocket of his jeans.
No one knew about their marriage and they were hoping to keep it that way. Puck's reason was Sam killing him before he got to remember how this had happened.
Rachel's reason was Santana would kill her for not inviting her to the wedding and she didn't remember anything.
They were going through security; Puck wasn't really paying attention trying to remember how he had ended up with a pretty little wife that could most likely kiss his ass.
Puck was going through a metal detector and it went off. They pulled him off to the side so he could empty his pockets.
He pulled out his wallet, keys, some change and the god damn ring. He looked around to see if anyone was paying attention.
The woman then waved the wand across him, "You're clear. Although I don't think your wife would be happy about the fact that you're not wearing your ring."
Puck winced at the word wife because Sam looked over. "Wife?" He heard Sam whisper as he collected his stuff gruffly thanking the woman.
Puck started thanking God as they were separated by the crowds. He headed to the terminal to board the plane.
Once on the plane he was sitting by the window with Artie beside him, Thank God.
~Lima, Ohio~
He slept through most of the flight. He helped Artie off the plane to be greeted by Mercedes, Kurt, Quinn, and Emma.
Why the fuck was Quinn here? He soon got his answer as she threw herself at him. On reflex he caught her and he caught Rachel's eye as she went pass.
She didn't have any emotion on her face. She hugged Mercedes, "Blaine and Will, will be here early tomorrow morning."
"How are you? I heard about that hit you took yesterday." Mercedes said. "I think I had a concussion because I don't remember anything after the game."
Mercedes laughed and went to her fiancé while Rachel talked to Kurt. They walked off together. "Something happened tell me I'm your best friend."
They were getting her bags, "If I tell you, you cannot say anything to anyone." "I swear on my fashion line I will not tell."
Rachel took a deep breath and pulled the ring out of her bag, "I got married." Kurt squealed so loud that everyone grew quiet and looked at them.
"Sorry," he said than whispered to her, "To who?" She put the ring back in her bag so she could grab her duffel.
"Noah." He looked confused she rolled her eyes, "Puck." Kurt paled as he followed her out of the airport, "You're kidding right? Because he's a manwhore."
"I know," she said sighing as she opened a door of a cab. Kurt slid in beside her, "Can we go to your place I need a drink?"
~Kurt's~
She had fielded calls from San, Brit, Sugar, and Sam. She told them that Kurt and she were going over plans for tonight.
In truth they were on his couch watching Teen Wolf and eating cookies. "So have you two talked about what you're going to do?"
"Isn't it obvious?" She leaned forward to grab her soda, "get a divorce and go about our merry little ways."
"Why do I feel like you don't want that?" He asked turning his body toward her. "I don't know I never pictured myself married."
Kurt place his face on his fist looking at Rachel's profile, "But?" "But I don't know I feel this pull toward him and I want to hate this ring but I don't."
He looked down at the ring on her hand, "Damn you got it bad, girl." She groaned, "I know. I've only known him for a week. I didn't even feel like this with Jesse."
Kurt winced, "I need to tell you something about Jesse." She blinked at him, "What?" Kurt took her hand in his, "He's coming to the wedding."
He thought she would lose it then but she just pulled away and placed her head in her hands. "Why is this happening to me? Why can't I come to Ohio without all this bullshit?"
She stood up and paced, "What time is Cedes' party tonight?" "Nine." She looked at the clock it was seven thirty. "Guess I need to get ready."
~Last Bar of the night~
She didn't even know the name of the place but it was clearly a gay bar. It was the 18th bar of the night.
Rachel use to enjoy playing bar golf where you would visit eighteen different bars and drink different drinks in each bar.
When they first started it was Santana, Rachel, Brittany, Sugar, Mercedes, Kurt, Quinn, Emma, and Lauren. By the eighth bar Emma and Lauren left.
By the sixteenth bar everyone was so out of it they didn't notice Rachel had stopped drinking.
Now in the last bar of the night she watched San Hang on to Britt while Sugar sang off key to a Joan Jett song.
Quinn and Mercedes were huddled together and shouting, "We're straight" every time a girl came close to them. Rachel rolled her eyes.
Rachel grabbed Kurt's hand pulling him toward the dance floor. "You should put the ring on and leave it. See how he reacts." Kurt yells over the music.
She just shook her head and checked the time on her phone as she moved. They had to be in bed by two so they could be up and functional by one, the wedding was at three.
They had about thirty minutes so she gestured at her phone and Kurt nodded. As she lay in the hotel bed with Sugar she thought about what Kurt said.