A/N: Thanks for the favorites/follows/views/reviews! I really appreciate it! Well, heres a nice little 3,800 chapter (excluding this) ! I spent all day going over it, so I think I got most of the mistakes, but I apologize if there are any errors! As usual, let me know what you think or want to see in future chapters! Thank you & Enjoy!
To address a question, the beginning of this story basically takes place after 2x21 Funeral, but I tacked on a few weeks. I also changed the timeline a lot. After that, I decided to just follow the storyline I created, so I won't be mentioning anything from 2x22 and on. Oh, and I won't mention very much about glee club, football, or class scenes. If you do want to see more of those type of scenes, let me know in the reviews! This is an AU ^_^
Warning: Some language and a little bit of heat.
I Do Not Own Glee
"Dude, you have no idea how rocking this party is going to be!" Puck exclaimed excitedly. Finn was at Puck's house, helping him set up everything for the party. They were currently in Puck's kitchen, where Puck was unsuccessfully trying to move a keg up against one of the kitchen walls. Finn let out a small laugh as he watched Puck grunting in attempt to move the heavy item. "Man, after everything you picked up with that fake I.D, it better be. Speaking of which, do you need some help with that?" he nodded his head towards the keg.
Puck rolled his eyes and scoffed. "I'm a stud. Hell, I'm THE stud. I can definitely move this keg without the help of scrawny little Finnessa." Finn tried his best not to laugh as Puck made an effort to move the keg once more, and failed.
"Are you sure you don't need my help, little Noah?" Finn questioned in a mocking tone with a smirk on his face. Puck just gave him a menacing glare. Finally, he sighed and said, "Fine, get your weak ass over here and help me move this damn thing."
Once the keg was in its proper position, Puck quickly wiped his hands off on his pants. He then raised an eyebrow at Finn. "Since when have you been hitting the weights, Hudson? Last time I checked, you could barely lift ten pounds, let alone one hundred and sixty."
It was Finn's turn to scoff. "You do know that I'm the starting quarterback, right? I have expectations to fill! Plus, a little muscle comes in handy when I throw touchdown passes that allow us to win our first ever conference championship." By the end of his little rant, Finn was grinning.
"Okay, okay! I get it!" Puck said as he put his palms up in submission. "Hey, what time is it?"
Finn quickly glanced at his phone. "It's almost 7:30. Do you need anymore help setting up before I head home to get changed?"
Puck looked around the kitchen quickly. "Na. Everything in here is ready to be consumed by, hopefully, hot ladies." After a second, he added, "Actually, do you know if the stereo is set up?"
"Yup, I set it up as soon as I got here." Finn confirmed with a nod of his head. "Is there anything else you want me to check?"
Puck shook his head. "Nope, but I wanted to ask you something else, if you don't mind." Receiving an okay from Finn, he continued, "What was with that whole asking if Quinn was coming to the party? I have to admit, that was pretty unexpected, bro."
Puck's question surprised Finn. He'd almost forgotten about Monday's awkward lunch himself. Thinking it over a bit, he decided to only tell Puck the basics. After all, he was his best friend again. "Well, I've been thinking about her more often lately. I really want to make things better between us, so I figured that I could start with the party."
"So… you want to be friends with her? Rachel isn't pissed about that?" Puck questioned with a raised eyebrow.
Finn was silent for a few seconds before answering. "Well, I didn't exactly tell Rachel. I mean, it's not like I need her permission when it comes to choosing friends." He couldn't help but be a little defensive.
Puck patted him on the back. "Hey, bro, I was just wondering. As long as you think it's the right thing to do, then it probably is. Anyways, you can go get changed, just get back here quickly. I'm going to need your help monitoring the drinks. Greedy bastards aren't allowed to mooch off of Puckzilla's merchandise… Actually, I'll make an exception if they happen to be hot, female, and looking for me."
Finn chuckled. "Alright, Puck. I'll be back in a bit. C'ya!" As Puck muttered a goodbye and thank-you, Finn headed out the door, quickly hopped into his car, and drove to his house.
By the time Finn arrived at Puck's house wearing a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket, there was already a swarm of people heading into the house. He glanced at his dashboard. 8:15 P.M. Puck wasn't kidding when he said that he invited everybody. The party had started only fifteen minutes ago, and yet there were well over fifty people here. As Finn got out of his car, he could hear the music blaring through the stereo and the loud buzz of people conversing.
Getting to the kitchen took a few minutes, but as he finally pushed through the doorway, he spotted Puck immediately. Finn laughed to himself as he noticed that Puck was scanning the counter containing the better liquor like a hawk. He then made his way over to him and patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, bro, I got this. You go… socialize or something."
"Socialize?" A smirk crossed Puck's face. "Thanks, man." Before leaving the room, he gave Finn a fist bump. 'Damn… I don't even know half of the people here.' Finn thought to himself as he scanned the now packed kitchen. After waiting a few minutes, he headed over to the keg and poured himself a cup of beer.
For the first hour of his "guard duty," as he liked to call it, Finn didn't do much aside from standing around. He was disappointed that he hadn't seen any signs of Quinn yet. The only reason he agreed to watch over the alcohol in the first place was because he figured she'd have to get a drink eventually.
It wasn't until a little after nine that he finally saw her. And as soon as his eyes took in the sight of her, he could've sworn that he literally stopped breathing.
Quinn was wearing black pumps and a black v-neck dress that fit her petite frame perfectly while showing off more of her slender legs than normal. Her blonde locks were hanging freely over her shoulders, and Finn couldn't help but think about how strikingly beautiful she looked. In the time that he was staring at her, Quinn had already made her way towards the center of the kitchen. 'It's your time to shine, Hudson.' He told himself confidently. Finn quickly headed over to the keg and poured another cup of beer. He then made his way towards Quinn.
As she spotted him, she tried to turn away, but it was too late. "Hey, Quinn! I got you a drink" Finn said as he held the cup out to her and offered a polite smile.
'What's he trying to do now?' Quinn thought to herself warily.
"Thanks." She said quietly as she took the drink from him. The next few minutes were filled with an awkward silence. Both Finn and Quinn stood in front of one another while they took small sips from their cups and avoided looking at each other.
'Where's a drunken mastermind when you need one?' Finn asked himself, exasperated. As if on cue, somebody in the kitchen shouted, "WHO'S UP FOR A GAME OF QUARTERS?"
Finn couldn't help but think, 'Perfect!' He then looked at Quinn. "So, what do you say to a one-on-one game of Quarters?"
A look of shock crossed Quinn's features as she finally looked at him. "Are you serious?" Her voice mirrored how she felt.
Finn couldn't help but smile at her. "I'm serious. Are you scared that you'll lose, Q?"
Quinn was confused by Finn's persistent attitude. Just yesterday she made it clear that she didn't want to hang out with him or be his friend. Now all of a sudden he wanted to play a game and was calling her 'Q' again? Before she started to get lost in her thoughts, Finn spoke again. "C'mon, Fabray. Our high school careers are almost over! You might as well live a little!"
She had to admit that he had a point. Over the past few years, Quinn was never known as the type of girl to get wild at a party. In fact, the parties that she did go to that weren't for her reputation always ended in disaster. 'Maybe having a memory of a decent party wouldn't be so bad, even if it unfortunately includes my ex…'
As Finn waited for an answer, he began to feel a spark of hope. 'I knew conversations were overrated!' he thought to himself proudly. After what felt like hours to him, Quinn finally spoke. "Okay, Hudson. Game on."
A smirk began to grow on Finn's face while he forced himself to contain the happiness he felt throughout his entire body. "Are you sure, Fabray? I wouldn't want your ego to be bruised from a devastating loss."
Quinn gave him a playful shove and, for once, a real smile. She then leaned up and whispered into his ear, "You'd be surprised by the things that I'm good at." Afterwards, she settled back onto her heels with a smirk of her own as Finn tried to maintain his composure. The feeling of her breath on his ear had sent a shiver down his spine.
Quinn quickly walked over to the counter at which the Quarters game was set up. "Cold feet, Finn?" She asked with a teasing smile on her face. Finally composed, Finn walked over to the opposite side of the counter with another smile growing on his face. "Ladies first."
After taking a deep breath, Quinn picked up a quarter, bent her arm at the elbow, and bounced the quarter off of the counter-top. Everybody watching the game simply stared with wide eyes as the quarter plopped into one of the cups of beer. Quinn then looked directly at Finn, who wore a look of unmistakable shock, and gave him an innocent smile before saying sweetly, "Drink up, Hudson."
Not more than fifteen minutes later, the game was finally over. Out of the six cups that were set up, Finn ended up drinking four while Quinn had two. He couldn't help but be impressed by her skills and the fact that she had actually beaten him. Both of them felt a slight buzz from the alcohol as they left the kitchen and made their way towards the living room. Finn leaned towards Quinn and asked, "Since when did you get so good at drinking games?" She bumped her shoulder against his and laughed lightly as they finally made it to their destination.
Finn looked around the room and took in his surroundings. The room was full of many unfamiliar people drinking and dancing to the blaring pop music. There was also an occasional stoner hanging out in a corner. He spotted Puck making out with a brunette and Mike dancing fairly close to Tina. Seeing nothing particularly interesting, he turned his gaze back to Quinn. 'Should I ask her to dance? I mean, that's a fun thing, right? Well, it would probably be fun for her because she likes to dance. But I can't dance… Crap. Maybe we can-' the conversation in his head briefly came to a halt as he noticed Santana sauntering up towards him and Quinn.
"Hey Q, Frankenteen. Would you like to join us in our steamy game of spin of the bottle?" Santana asked as she indicated a corner of the living room where a circle of about twenty people were seated on the floor.
Finn and Quinn shared a look with each other. He raised an eyebrow, and she simply shrugged. He then turned back to Santana. "Sure." A smirk crossed Santana's face as she grabbed Quinn's hand and they walked over to sit by Brittany. Finn decided to take a seat on the opposite side of the circle next to Kurt.
Santana had been right; this game of spin the bottle was definitely… different than any other game he'd taken part in before. Instead of a simple kiss, people would go into full-blown make out sessions in front of everybody. Finn assumed it was the alcohol.
As the game went on, he found the combinations more and more amusing. Artie and Santana. Mercedes and a punk kid. Brittany and Kurt. Apart from the kissing, everybody around the circle was also laughing, drinking, and just having a good time. Finn was surprised by how much fun he was having. After almost half an hour of playing, he noticed that it was Quinn's turn to spin.
Once she stopped giggling about something Santana told her, Quinn spun the bottle. It was hard for Finn to focus on the motion of the spinning object because his vision started to become a little blurry, so he decided to close his eyes.
While the bottle was spinning, Quinn was only concerned about having to kiss a random person that she didn't know. When it finally came to a stop, she took a small breath and first looked at the bottle. And then her gaze traveled upwards. As she looked at the person whom the bottle landed on, she felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach and all she could do was stare. Her previous concerns seemed stupid. She would gladly kiss a stranger now if it prevented this.
Finally regaining a clearer sight, Finn opened his eyes and looked to see who the bottle landed on. He blinked a few times, thinking that his eyes were playing tricks on him because he could've sworn that the bottle was pointed at him. After blinking a few more times, he knew that there was nothing wrong with his vision. Finn felt his eyes grow wide as the realization finally began to sink in. He quickly looked at Quinn. She was staring at him with an unreadable expression on her face.
After a few gruff comments of "Hurry up!" and "Get on with it!" Quinn finally spoke.
"Well, c'mon Hudson." she said as she waved him towards her. Finn was still in shock, but he found that his legs were already working as he made his way over to her. He silently sat down beside her and they locked gazes.
"This should be good." Santana muttered with a growing smirk on her face. Brittany nodded her head in agreement.
It was then that Finn began to put all of his thoughts to words. "We don't have to do this, you know. In fact, it would probably be best if we didn't. I mean, we can if you want to, but it probably wouldn't be smart because of Rachel and the fact that we aren't really even friends. Not that I don't want to be friends, because I do! It's just that I…" Finn rambled on to Quinn quietly.
As he talked, Quinn began to think. 'Just my luck. Of all the people the stupid bottle could've landed on, why did it have to be him? …But this is a party… And having a meaningless kiss with somebody is supposed to happen, right? Even if that meaningless kiss is with your ex? Not to mention the fact that it would only be for a game…' While she sorted out her thoughts, her eyes were still on him. Finally, she came to a decision.
Finn stopped talking as soon as he felt Quinn place her hand on his cheek. The gesture sent a shot of warmth through him. 'Why does she still have this effect on me?'
A confused expression crossed Finn's face and Quinn gave him a small smile. "You did say that I should live a little." And with that, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
As soon as their lips met, Finn could feel three parts of him reacting to the situation at the same time, but in the end, only one of them won. His brain was screaming at him to stop before it went any further. Based on the rapid beating of his heart, Finn could tell that it was trying to let him know that he was feeling something more than he should for a potential friend. He needed to discover what exactly those feelings were. But ultimately, neither his heart nor brain won the battle. No, instead another part of him reacted to her, or, more specifically, to the sparks he felt once their lips touched: His body.
Quinn planned on pulling away after a few seconds, expecting Finn to yell at her or storm away. The reaction she got from him was not one she saw coming. Seconds after kissing him, she felt him kiss her back. To say that she was shocked would be an understatement, but she couldn't deny that she was enjoying it. Out of all the guys that Quinn had kissed, none of them had the type of effect on her that Finn Hudson did. Just the sensation of having his lips on hers felt like a current of electricity had coursed through her body.
It didn't take long before Quinn found herself in being pulled into Finn's lap and the kiss began to heat up. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled his face closer to hers, just wanting to feel close to him again. It was then that she felt Finn slightly run his tongue along her bottom lip. Immediately, she parted her lips and moaned as his tongue came in contact with her own. As their tongues began to dance and explore one another's mouth, Quinn ran one of her hands through Finn's short brown hair while he slowly moved one of his own hands down her side and lightly trailed his fingers down her leg.
Just as Finn was about to move his lips to Quinn's neck, he heard a very loud, intentional cough. He had been so intoxicated by her that he forgot how this kiss even happened. And that there was an audience. Abruptly, he broke away from her and looked towards the direction of the noise.
Quinn attempted to hide her hurt and disappointed by looking at the floor. However, once she heard Santana's voice, she snapped her head up.
"I'm sorry to break up your little face-sucking session, but there are some of us here who would to like to get on with the game." Santana said in an amused yet slightly annoyed voice.
That's when Quinn realized to the full extent of what just happened. She then immediately unwound her arms from Finn and slid off of his lap. After casting a quick glance at him, she stood up and started heading towards the door.
This time, Finn didn't even give it another thought as he quickly got up and followed her.
"Quinn!" He shouted.
She heard him call her name, but she chose to ignore him. As she made it out the door and headed towards her car, she felt a hand lightly grip her wrist, causing her to stop. "What do you want?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady and the tears in her eyes from falling.
Finn sighed. "Can we please talk?"
That's when Quinn snapped and spun around, looking him directly in the eyes. "Talk about WHAT Finn? How we kissed during a stupid game of spin the bottle? In case you didn't know, that's what you're SUPPOSED to do. You spin the bottle and share a meaningless kiss with someone! That's all! Oh, and we've also had a few drinks too, so it can't be that damn surprising!"
Finn stared at her intently. "Quinn, you and I both know that that kiss was NOT meaningless. And don't try to blame it on the alcohol. We were both in our right minds when it happened!"
Quinn laughed without humor. "Okay, so what if it did mean something? It's not like anything is going to happen between us, Finn, not again. You have Rachel." As she saw the look of panic in his eyes at the mention of his girlfriend, she added sarcastically, "Oh, don't worry. I won't tell her anything about tonight. Come Monday, you two can go back to happily being the perfect little lovey-dovey couple."
Her word's stung, but he couldn't give up. "Please, Quinn. I just… I just want you in my life again. No, I need you in my life! Do you have any idea how much I've been thinking about you these past few weeks?"
The tears starting to fall down Quinn's face. "Did you ever consider what I wanted? Not everything is about you, Finn! Why should you get everything you want while I'm left with nothing? After you broke my heart for the second time, you don't deserve to think about me anymore. And you definitely don't deserve to have me in your life again." She then tried to turn away, but Finn grabbed her other wrist.
"Give me another chance, Quinn. Please." He begged. Finn was only some-what aware that his words held more meaning than what he meant. Or what he thought he meant.
By now, the tears were falling relentlessly. "You don't get to do this, Finn. Not again. Please, if you really care about me, let me go."
Finn stared at her, tears starting to gather in his own eyes. "Quinn, I-"
"Let go of me, Finn." She interrupted, barely choking the words out through her tears.
As Finn gazed into her glistening eyes, he could clearly see the hurt within them. It dawned on him that he was the one who had caused her this pain. And it broke his heart. Maybe she was right. Maybe if he let her go, he'd stop hurting her. "I'm so sorry." He choked out as he released his hold on her wrists.
Quinn knew that walking away right now was going to cause her even more pain than the previous break-ups combined. She hesitated for only a second before turning around and walking towards her car.
That was when Finn felt a warm tear slide down his cheek. He had never felt crappier than he did in that moment. The situation seemed hopeless. He couldn't help but think about how only a day ago he was so sure that tonight would be memorable. A humorless laugh escaped his lips as he realized that it was memorable. In a horrible way. He was also well aware that his heart felt like it had been shattered. 'How the hell can she hurt me this badly? She wasn't even my damn friend! It's not like I was in love with her!' he thought to himself in despair. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard a voice telling him otherwise, but he chose to ignore it. Instead, he hastily wiped his face with his hand and headed back into the house, making a beeline to the kitchen. Once he made it to the counter containing the stronger alcohol, he poured himself a cup of vodka and held it in front of him. 'Sorry Rachel, but this is a night that is better off forgotten.' He then lifted the cup to his lips and drank deeply from it, allowing his thoughts, tears, and feelings to be washed away by the taste of the heady liquor.
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