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Finn opened his eyes groggily, the sound of U2's I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For hitting his ears and putting him on alert.

He lifted himself so suddenly he almost dumped poor Rachel on the floor, who was cuddled into his chest. He looked around and remembered they'd fallen asleep on the couch watching tv last night.

Looking down at the now slowly rousing Rachel, he let a chuckle escape his lips when he saw the few drops of drool in the corner of her mouth.

She scrunched up her eyebrows after a moment and mumbled sleepily, "Finnnnn. Turn off your alarm, I'm trying to sleep." He rolled his eyes but kept her to his chest as he reached over to the best of his abilities and clicked the snooze button.

He glanced at the clock as Rachel sighed happily and presumably tried to get back to sleep. "Uh, Rach? It's almost eight." He said nervously, recalling that they had to meet his brother and Blaine at the airport to see them off.

"What?!" Rachel jumped up off his chest with surprising speed and squinted at the clock. "We have to be at the port in an hour! Shoot! Hurry up and get dressed Finn. Traffic will be murder at this time, we have to hurry." She then sprinted off to her room amidst Finn's laughter, shutting her bedroom door behind her.

He ran a hand over his face and stifled a large yawn. They didn't fall asleep until at least three am, so he was going to have to survive off about five hours asleep today, something he hadn't done since college. With his jobs at Apple and Microsoft, he'd been quite pampered really, and they were pretty lax about letting him come in later than nine or ten so he'd have plenty of time to sleep.

He looked around the room sleepily for a moment before pushing himself off the couch, wincing as he picked up the ice cream carton and saw the large ring of water on the nice clean surface of their coffee table. Rachel was going to freak when she saw that. She was an avid user of coasters and trays and anything that kept her perfect furniture from getting ruined.

Then he remembered why they had the ice cream and their little snuggle party last night. Rachel was going through a mid-mid-life crisis. Something that everyone went through when they turned thirty.

He remained sure of the fact that she was just being dramatic. She was amazing and there was no way any guy wouldn't want her if they just got to know her. Then they could love her like he did.

And like he said, he didn't throw around the word "love" very often, but Rachel was the one exception to his rule. She'd been by his side through thick and thin and always understood how he felt even when he didn't even know.

And he fully realized how weird their friendship might have seemed to some people. They were way closer and way more comfortable around each other than most friends should be. But that wasn't about to change no matter how much his potential girlfriends wished it could.

Which brought him back to his nasty breakup last night with... Whatever her name was. No, she hadn't spewed the "L" word to him but she did something even worse.

She wanted him to move out of this place and stop hanging around Rachel so much. He'd almost laughed in her face, but ended up taking a more irritated approach.

Finn and Leslie had been going pretty strong all night, eating and dancing s they pleased, and she was thrilled that he invited her to his brothers' wedding. It seemed like she was happy and enjoying herself.

Which was why he was super confused when she dragged him from his comfy spot at his table next to Mike and Tina, to the stuffy and cramped closet in the lobby hallway next to the bathroom.

"What's this about, Leslie? They're almost ready to serve the rest of the desserts." Finn sighed as he stood in the coat room with his then-girlfriend.

She laid her hands across his chest, playing with his suit jacket. "I just really needed to talk to you. Being here, being around all this love has really got me thinking about everything."

Finn gulped a little, he didn't like where this was going at all. She was going down a route he was sure would end in a breakup. But he waited a moment, wanting to hear her out first.

"So? What did you conclude?" Finn shifted back a little and leaned against the opposite wall, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his suit pants.

"I want us to be serious, Finn. I want to be your official girlfriend and I want to know that we have a future. If your words are anything to go by, I'm the longest girlfriend you've had in a longtime. And I know three weeks and a day isn't that much, but for someone like you, someone who's had lots of commitment issues in the past, I think it really says something about us." Leslie explained, reaching for his hands and taking them in hers.

She was right about that, she was the longest girlfriend he'd had in almost a year, most of his 'relationships' lasting only a few days or a week maybe. If you could even call those relationships.

But he knew he didn't want something like that right now. They were clearly in different places in their lives right now.

"Before you say anything, I just want you to know how much you mean to me. I've never fallen for a guy this fast before. You mean the world to me." She interrupted his thought process before he could even formulate a response.

Well, crap. How the hell was he supposed to turn her down now? He'd just look like a complete and utter asshole if he broke up with her after that declaration. But her words were making him even surer that he wanted this relationship to end, he just didn't know how to tell her.

"Look, Leslie," Finn began, carefully letting go of her hands as her face fell at his tone. "I think it's really great that I've meant so much to you, really I do. And you've meant something to me too. But I'm just not at that point in my life where I'm looking for something serious. I think that's why we were working so well. But now..." Finn trailed off, gesturing to the open air.

Her eyes filled with tears. "But you've been so happy. And so willing to do couply things with me. What happened? What can I do to make it better?" She asked desperately.

Finn shook his head defiantly. "Nothing, Leslie. I'm so sorry but I think it's best that we end this relationship. Before you get even more involved and you get really hurt. I'm not ready for anything, you have to understand that." Finn ran a hand through his hair.

She dropped her head, tears falling. "Is it about her?" She spat out the pronoun like it burned her tongue.

Finn was confused though. Who was she referring to exactly? He may have been a douche when it came to women and feelings sometimes, but he wasn't a cheater. Did she think he was having an affair with someone?

"Who are you talking about Leslie?" Finn scrunched up his eyebrows with a frown, truly unsure of who she was talking about.

She scoffed through her tears, looking pissed and bitter. "Oh please, don't act all dumb. You know exactly who I'm talking about. Your big nosed little friend. The one you can't seem to fucking detach yourself from." She sneered.

Big nosed little friend... Wait, was she taking about Rachel? As in his best friend, the one who meant the world to him? Surely she couldn't be talking so crudely about his best friend. How can you claim to care so much about someone and then insult their friend like that?

"Are you talking about Rachel?" Finn hissed lowly, his ire rising every second. Insult him all you want, but insult Rachel and he'd going fucking ape-shit on you. He didn't even care how hurt she was, she shouldn't be bringing Rachel into this.

She rolled her eyes, her blue iris' swollen and red from her tears. "What ever gave you that idea." She spit sarcastically. "You've only been staring at her the whole time you've been here, don't think I haven't noticed. I guess I was just trying to convince myself that you cared about me more."

Finn stared at her dumbfounded. "Let me get this straight. You actually think I've been, what? Cheating on you with my best friend?"

That had to be the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. They'd crossed that bridge a long, long time ago and had decided to remain friends. And yeah, they'd been eachothers' first kiss but that didn't mean he had any lingering romantic feelings for her.

Now that he thought back, yeah he had been watching her all night, but not because he was like, infatuated with her. He just noticed all the gross, creepy guys that had been hitting on her and trying to get her to dance with them. It took all he had not to pull her away and tell them to back the fuck off. She clearly wasn't interested.

But that wasn't anything romantic was it? He was just being the usual overprotect best friend that didn't want to see her get hurt or see her uncomfortable.

"Well it would make sense. Nobody acts that way with their best friend. How stupid do you think I am that I don't know?" She snapped.

Finn shook his head, at a loss for words. "I seriously have no fucking clue what you're talking about. I'm not sleeping with my best friend."

"Oh no? So I guess everyone snuggles with the best friend, kisses them on the forehead, shares an apartment, probably sees them naked then? Oh and not to mention she's the only one you'll say the word 'love' to." Leslie shoved at his chest, making him stumble into the wall.

Finn sputtered and stood up straight, his eyes ablaze. "First off all, don't ever touch me again. Second of all, we're like that because we've been the only consistent person in each others' lives for more than twenty years now. We've had to be that close because we haven't had anyone else." He snarled, his voice low and extremely annoyed.

She laughed humourlessly. "Wow. You're incredibly naive. Guess you don't know how you feel either."

"I know exactly how I feel, thank you very much. How long have you felt like this? Or is this just coming out now because you're pissed I don't want a relationship with you?" Finn sneered in her direction.

He knew was acting a little childish, but hearing her accuse him of not only cheating, but of being in love with Rachel set his insides on fire. Rachel was the only person in his life that really mattered, and the thought of somehow screwing that up? Well, it made him sick to his stomach. He couldn't handle a life without Rachel Berry, that world would just intolerable.

"It doesn't matter. I started noticing it the morning I stayed over and met her for the first time. For fucksake, she even crashed our date that one evening because you invited her out with us!" She exclaimed exasperatedly.

"She was sad and lonely! What was a supposed to do? That's what best friends do! They make each other feel better!" Finn shouted, glaring down at someone he once thought was really great, but now just seemed like a paranoid bitch who couldn't handle his closeness to someone else.

Leslie reached for the door handle, ready to make a dramatic exit, but turned her head last minute to speak. "You never going to find someone, you know. No one is going to be okay with your 'friendship' or whatever the fuck you call it. You're going to end up alone because of that little bitch. Your best shot at happiness is to break off ties with her and move out, never see again. Then and only then will someone love you." She said quietly, like she was trying to convince him one last time to take a chance on her.

But Finn stood his ground, glaring at her. "I think I'll take my chances. I'd rather be alone for the rest of my life than give up Rachel for snobby people like you who can't accept a close friendship. Now get the fuck out of here and don't show your face around here again. You insult Rachel again and maybe next time I won't be so courteous." Finn growled, stepping forward to glare angrily into her face.

She gulped and wretched the door open, slamming it shut with such force that it shook the walls and knocked down a couple of cleaning supplies from the shelves behind him. There was an eerie silence in her wake that was only broken by the DJ playing another song out on the dancefloor.

He had to calm himself down before he went back out there though. He was still so pissed. How dare she insult Rachel and actually have the audacity to suggest that he cut ties with Rachel and ever see her again, if he wanted to find love.

That was bullshit. Because he was under the firm believe that when he found the right person, they'd have no problem with any of friendships. And it was that thought that finally calmed him down and made him okay to go back out and enjoy the rest of the party, even if he had just gone through a crappy breakup.

Finn sighed and stood up from the sofa, more than ready to put Leslie behind him and just focus on his future now. He's didn't need people like her slowing him down anyways.

All he needed was his job, his confidence, and Rachel and he was a happy camper.

So he quickly got dressed and checked his watch, seeing it was half past eight. They really needed to get to the airport soon or Kurt was going to have a freakin fit.

Knocking on the bathroom door lightly, leaning in to speak in the crack of the door. "Hey Rach, we've got to get going. It's already half past eight."

He didn't hear anything for a moment, then she pulled open the door quickly, looking frazzled. "Come on then. Kurts going to pop a vein if they have to wait for us." Rachel pulled him by the arm out the door, him grabbing his keys mere seconds before she shut the door.

"Hey hey slow down speedy." Finn chuckled as she all but pulled him down the stairs by herself. "We have at least forty minutes and we live maybe twenty minutes away. There are benefits to living this deep in the city." Finn smiled as she slowed down and looked up at him, nodding silently.

"You okay?" He asked her softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

She nodded, forcing a smile up at him. "I'm okay, Finn. I promise." She leaned her head against him as they walked down to his truck.

"Is this about what was wrong last night?" Finn asked, unlocking the car door and helping her in. She always was to short to get in by herself, or without straining something. So he figured he'd just make it easy on her and help her in.

"Sort of. I know what you told me last night was all true. But then Sebastian texted me this morning and asked if I wanted to go out tonight. I don't know, it just made me really nervous. Finding a guy didn't work last time for me, there obviously has to be something wrong with me."

He tugged himself up into the car and reached across the middle console to squeeze her hand. "You have to stop thinking so little of yourself Rach. You're a Broadway star, a Tony winner, you're a catch and any guy would be lucky to have you. Hell, they'd have to be really freakin stupid not to like you. But you have to be open to them. I know last time you were really picky about the guys you accepted phone numbers from."

Rachel nodded. "I just don't see the point in wasting their time. If I don't see anything, why should I accept their numbers and waste my own time as well?" She released his hand to let him start the car.

He turned to look behind him and pulled out of the parking garage. "I know there are going to be a lot of creeps, which is why I hate when you go out to clubs. But I also know that you can defend yourself and you know full well when there's someone who is really creepy. So you can differentiate the creeps from the guys that are just a little nervous and weird. Maybe if you give those weirder guys a chance, you'll see that maybe one of them is really cool." Finn shrugged, turning the car into the light traffic going on right now.

Rachel laid her head back against the seat, scratching her cheek. "I guess you're right. Sometimes I don't even know if it's worth it though. Finding someone to love me shouldn't be this hard."

"Are you saying you don't want a boyfriend? What do you want then?" Finn asked incredulously.

She shrugged her shoulders this time. "I don't know, maybe. It just seems like it would've happened by now if it were really meant to be. I think I just want a kid now. Maybe I could try a sperm donor. That way I wouldn't have to spend my time looking for a boyfriend, going through all that crap of dating and getting to know eachother, and then waiting for him to propose to me. I don't want to be fifty years old when my kid is five."

"Rach, you're not even thirty yet and you're acting like your life is coming close to its end. You have time to do all that dating crap. You have to be patient." Finn told her.

He couldn't understand why she was so hellbent on not finding a guy now. For how long had she been waiting for Mr. Right? Pretty much since high school where she dated some tool from the swim team that basically just used her as a personal assistant. But she was so blinded by affection for him that she didn't care.

And while he didn't want that complacent do-whatever-the-dude-wants Rachel, he did miss that Rachel that believed in love and believed that every guy stood a chance at love with her.

"It doesn't matter. I expected to have a guy in my life right now, but I'm not even close. Who knows how long it will take me. There's nothing you can to change my mind Finn. I'm going to this club tonight for Sebastian, and then I'm going to get an appointment. I have the money, so I'm going to pick a sperm donor." Rachel said defiantly, sticking her nose up in the air which Finn knew from experience meant she was sticking to her word.

Finn, meanwhile, was at a loss. Here was Rachel, his Rachel, giving up on a finding a mate. All because it was taking too long for her liking. He didn't understand what changed. Last night she seemed really open to going back out there and today she was saying she was done.

He knew she had gotten inside her own head. Probably talked herself out of everything while she was showering. She always did stuff like that, talked herself out of doing things by playing the devils advocate and only thinking of the bad in the situation.

"Look Finn. I can sense you're about to say something to try and talk me out of it. I don't want you to go to the trouble okay? I've made up my mind and I've been thinking about it since after we talked last night. Right now, I want to focus on having a child. I think that'll be the last missing piece I need in my life." Rachel interrupted his thoughts.

Finn rubbed his chiseled face, having forgone shaving this morning. "I don't agree with this Rachel, I think you're going to regret this later. But I'm going to support you on this only because you're my best friend. Just realize that I won't stop trying to convince you otherwise."

Rachel nodded. "I figured you'd say something like that. But if you could, wait until tomorrow. I just need to stop thinking about this right now. Today, my focus is on seeing Kurt and Blaine off, the going to work later. Okay?" Rachel leaned against the window dejectedly.

Finn didn't know what to say. Part of him was annoyed that she was so damn stubborn and had a nasty habit of sabotaging herself. The other part of him was sad that she felt like her time was running out and she didn't need love. He may not have been ready for commitment, but he knew she was. She was a relationship girl.

"Fine, deal. What time is your first lesson?" Finn asked, trying to change the subject from something a little depressing.

"One o'clock." Rachel looked grateful for the change of topic. "Marley is first and then Ryder is at two-thirty, followed by Jake at five."

Finn grinned to himself as she talked about her students with such pride. She worked at this really popular music store in town where she taught singing lessons to a lot of choir kids at the local high school.

Marley especially was her favourite because the young girl idolized her so much. Marley came from a smaller town in Washington, much like Rachel came from a small Oregon town. But Marley really looked up to Rachel and it gave his friend a sense of pride that her accomplishments as a performer on Broadway inspired young girls.

Her other favourites were Ryder and Jake who were sweet, respectful, and hardworking. For young teens it was quite a feat that they were so responsible. She also taught a girl named Kitty, who was a little sarcastic and snippy.

"And how are they? I know last week you said Jake was having some problems with his range." Finn swerved into the semi-packed parking lot and found an empty spot.

"He's been doing much better. He does strained as much and his breathing is less spastic." Rachel smiled proudly, unbuckling her seat and hopping out of the car.

Finn grinned back and stepped out of the car, going around to back to meet her. "All due to your excellent teaching, I'm sure." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her into the packed airport, scouting for his brother.

"Yeah I guess." She shrugged modestly.

"Hey, you're an incredible singer, Rach. Those kids are super lucky to have you as their teacher." Rachel blushed and dipped her head.

"You think so?"

He grinned down at her affectionately. "I know so. You're going to be okay Rachel. That much I can promise you." Finn kissed the top of her head, not a new action between the pair.

To anyone else they'd look like a couple, but to them, they were just that close as friends. They'd gotten way past the point where this sort of affection weirded them out.

"Thanks for supporting me Finn." Rachel leaned into him as they continued trekking through the airport, taking their time in finding their friends.

Rachel figured she'd worry about everything later. Right now her focus was her other best friend and seeing them off.

Rachel was having a terrible time.

She and Sebastian had been at the club for almost an hour and she'd gotten no numbers and no one had come up to offer her a drink or ask her to dance. The evening was a total dud and only solidified her early thoughts about giving up on finding a guy altogether.

Sebastian was a having a good time, having gotten three numbers already. He was currently dance away with some snobby looking rich dude, while Rachel sat at the bar and nursed a martini.

"You want another?" The man asked as he wiped down the bar with a washcloth.

"Sure. Not like anyone else is going to come over here and offer me a drink." Rachel replied solemnly, resting her cheek on her hand leaning on the bar.

The man chuckled, mixing the drink and placing the olive in it with a practiced expertise. "You having that bad of night? Maybe if you'd quit sulking over here by the bar, you would seem more approachable."

Rachel snapped her head his way and glared. "Excuse me, I would appreciate it if you'd mind your own business. You have no idea what I'm going through right now." Rachel looked at him over her nose, glancing over at him as he put his hands up.

"Sorry, princess. It just seems to me that if you really wanted to meet someone you'd get off your dead ass instead of sitting here and looking like your puppy just crapped all over your brand new princess slippers." The man smirked as he serviced another customer at the counter adjacent to hers.

Her mouth dropped open at both his crudeness and his invasion into her business. What did he even know about her? That's right, nothing. And he was standing there judging her and the way she was handling things.

Besides, she was not going to sit here and be judged by someone with a haircut as ridiculous as that. It looked like he had a damn squirrel on his head. He shouldn't be judging anyone.

"Who do you think you are? Talking to me like that." Rachel snapped, downing her drink in one gulp. "Besides, clearly you need to take your own advice. You're stuck serving drinks to drunk ass college kids and single people. Not to mention your haircut is ridiculous."

The man just laughed, accepting a tip from the guy next to her and coming back over to her little corner, where he leaned against in, reeking of cologne.

"I own this bar. So I'd hardly say I'm doing poorly for myself. And as for the hair, it's a total lady-killer. Gets all the chicks I want into my bed, they love tuggin on this bad boy." He smirked.

Rachel blushed at her inaccurate assumption. "Oh. Sorry then." She wasn't really that sorry but she didn't want to look like a total bitch.

He waved her off like her apology didn't matter, making her huff. "I don't care about apologies. But do you want my honest, cleanly-worded advice?"

"Are you capable of such a thing?" Rachel asked, crossing her arms against her chest. She didn't know this man very well, but she could get a feel for what he was like. And she was pretty sure he was always this lewd and sex-focused.

"Stop moping around, no guy is going to be attract to some weepy looking chick who is just sitting at the bar alone. Go out there and meet someone." He told her simply.

Rachel leaned in too, speaking mock-seriously. "How do you even know I'm looking for a guy, ..." Rachel paused, waiting for him to input his name.

He clearly caught on because he answered, "Noah Puckerman, but call me Puck because everyone else does. And as for how I know? Why else would you be here with your friend if you aren't looking to find a guy or at least score? That's the only reason people come in here. Unless some dude already broke your heart and you're here to drown your sorrows. Or a girl if you bat for the other team." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Well, Noah," Rachel responded, refusing to call him Puck. Wasn't that a ball or something in sports? "I'll have you know I'm merely here to support my friend as he looks for someone."

Puck snorted. "Oh so you have a boyfriend?" He smirked as if he already knew the answer.

She turned red and refused to look him the eye. "Well no, but-"

"So you're here with your friend hoping someone will come up to you because you're afraid to take charge yourself." Puck rushed over to serve someone else a drink and left Rachel to ponder what he said.

She was furious that he was right. She may have told Finn she's given up on men, but a part of her was hoping an opportunity would just fall in her lap. She didn't want to work for a guy anymore.

"Well?" He came back a moment later, stuffing a wad of ones in his pocket.

"You're right. I am afraid of taking a leap but I don't care anymore. I'm tired of trying so hard to find someone only to be heartbroken each time. It gets tiring after a while." Rachel whined. "More please." She held up her empty glass.

"I don't really want to have to carry your ass outta here..." He paused mid-grab.

"I'm paying you aren't I? Give me a damn drink." She snapped, the buzz having long settled in as she slowly spiralled into a drunken stupor.

She had no idea where Sebastian went, he was probably still on the dancefloor with some guy or in the bathroom. Either way, she was on her way to becoming totally and completely hammered.

Puck came back after serving another man across the bar a drink. "So you've what? Given up on men completely? Picked up a life of man hating?" Puck smirked, that smirk that she was pretty sure was permanent in his smug face.

"No, I don't hate alllll men." She slurred. "I am friends with quite a few guys, I'll have you know. And no, not just gay men. My roommate, Finn, is actually a very straight, very manly man." Rachel swirled her chair from side-to-side. "Can I have a straw?"

Puck nodded and bent down to pull out a straw, popping it in her drink. "Oh yeah? He one of those blow-up dolls from the store or did you order him online?"

Rachel glared at him through hazy eyes, stopping her swirling. "He is most certainly not a blow up doll. He's been my friend since elementary school and we've like, followed each other across every earth." Her eyes sparkled as she waved her hands sporadically.

Puck laughed, clearly amused with her given he was still here listening to her sob stories and drunken ramblings. "Alright I trust you. So why haven't you boned yet? You sure he's not gay? Any guy that lives with a chick that has a hot little body like yours had got to be playing for the other team." Puck shook his head.

Rachel glanced up at him and smiled. "You really think I'm hot?"

"When you're not being all mopey and crabby looking, yeah you're hot. But for the record, you're not really my type. I'm more into the blonde, big-breasted chicks. Not the smart brunettes like you." He winked.

Rachel giggled. "It's fine. You're not my type either. I don't go for the cocky crude guys like you. Maybe it turns your bimbos on, but not me. I like the sweet, quiet, romantic men." Rachel sipped on what had to be her seventh martini of the night.

Puck shook his head with a chuckle as he gave her a glass of water. "Drink this or you're really going to start feeling like shit pretty soon." He warned.

"Noooo." She whined, squeezing her eyes shut. "I want more martini." She insisted stubbornly. "Why haven't any guys come up to me? Am I that unbearable?" She complained.

"When you're whiny like this, yeah. What guy is going to come up to you when you're drunk off your ass and complaining. No dude likes a whiny drunk." Puck explained, making her pout.

"Oh well. I've decided I don't care about getting a boyfriend anymore. All I want is to have babies." Rachel declared, nearly falling off her stool only to grabbed by Puck as he lurched over the counter at the last minute.

"Might be kinda hard without a dude. You do know how sex works right?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

She giggled and straightened herself like nothing happened. "No, no, no silly. I don't want to have sex. I just want to buy me some sperm. All the hassle of trying to get a man, gone. All that's left will be to have a baby and raise it. Seems much more efficient to me."

Puck looked surprised. "Wow. Guess you've thought that through huh? You ever think about how hard it would be to raise a kid by yourself? How hard it will not to have someone to lean for support of things become too much for you?" He asked seriously.

Rachel groaned, not wanting to hear any of this, her drunken mind focused on one thing; getting even more drunk and drowning out these sad feelings of loneliness.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. I'm going to go dance. Thanks for the drinks and for the talk, Randy." She mumbled as she slid off her stool, not even noticing that she left her purse behind on the counter.

"It's Puck!" He called after her, shaking his head as he watched her walk into the large crowd of people and started dancing like a nutjob.

Feeling a bit like her freakin father, he grabbed her purse, rustling through it before pulling out her pink bedazzled cell phone. She had a couple of waiting texts from someone named Sebastian that was telling her he was leaving with some guy.

Well that wouldn't helped her! She probably wouldn't have been here so long getting drunk if she had just read her phone.

He flipped the phone over in his hand and saw a little hello kitty sticker in the corner. He snorted at its predictability, sliding it open and thanking the heavens she didn't have a passcode on it. He glanced up again to make sure she was still in sight, stifling a laugh as he watched her shimmy and dance like a buffoon as the sober people around her laughed and pointed discreetly.

Focusing back on the phone he scrolled through her contacts until one name sprung out at him. Finn. She mentioned that she lived with a Finn so this guy would probably be the best bet for getting that poor girl home before she embarrassed herself further.

Puck quickly clicked on Finn's name and waited for him to answer, carefully keeping an eye on her. Finally on the third ring, he picked up.

"Hello? Rach? Are you okay? Sebastian said he sent you a text but you never answered." The man on the other line said in greeting.

Puck cleared his throat. "This isn't Rachel. I'm Puck. I own Paragon bar on seventh. I just thought I'd let you know that your friend Rachel is here drunk off her ass. She mentioned you when we were talking so I figured I'd give you a call, so you could come pick her up before she does something to hurt herself."

He heard Finn sigh on the other end. "Oh man. Is she okay? What's she doing right now?" Finn asked.

"She's okay right now. But I don't know how long that'll last. She's currently running through the crowd in heels singing some horrible pop tune and- oh shit she just biffed it big time. Yikes." Puck winced as Rachel picked herself up off the floor, straightening her whacky hair.

"I'm coming now. Can you just make sure she's safe? I'll be there as fast as I can." Finn said immediately.

"Sure dude. But hurry up." Puck answered, accepting Finn's thank you before hanging up and stuffing her phone back in the bag.

Puck sighed and called one of his employees working the crowd to tend to the bar. "I'll be right back." He mumbled, heading straight for Rachel who was now jumping up and down wildly as she danced to the techno tune playing in the background.

"Steven!" Rachel cried when she spotted him, giggling as he rolled his eyes and tried to pull her with him to no avail. She just didn't want to move and no manner of pulling or pleading would make her come with him.

After many unsuccessful attempts, he was finally interrupted by Rachel's squealing. "Finny!" And with that, she took off at a run to who Puck could only assume was Finn.

"Uh, h-hey Rach. Whatcha doing?" Finn asked, frowning as she came closer and a waft of alcohol hit his nose. Yeah, she was hammered all right.

She giggled and attached herself to his waist as Puck walked up to Finn, handing him the purse with a sympathetic smile. "I'm having fun!" She gasped suddenly, a blinding smile on her face. "Are you here to have fun with me?!"

Finn shook his head, "No Rach, I'm here to take you home. You're really drunk right now."

"But Finn! I-whoa." She swayed on her feet. "Wow I do not feel good." She half laughed.

Then before anyone knew it, Rachel bent over and heaved all over the floor, amidst the cries and exclamations of disgust around her.

Finn's eyes widened as he bent down to her level. "Cmon Rachel. We have to get you out of here." Finn rubbed her back as she groaned and held her arms up for him to hold her.

Finn picked her up and carried her bridal style. "I'm sorry about this." Finn spoke to Puck as he gestured to the vomit on the floor in front of them.

"It happens more than you think." Puck shrugged. "Just get her home before she barfs on my dancefloor again."

Finn chuckled as Rachel moaned in pain in his arms. "Well thanks for taking care of her. I appreciate it." Finn started walking away, nodding his head at Puck.

"She's a nice girl, I think she's just having a rough time deciding what she wants. I quite like her actually." Puck winked, as he headed back to the bar. "See ya around."

He disappeared back into the crowd and Finn smiled, grateful that someone was looking out for her tonight. He idly wondered why she didn't check her phone since Sebastian had apparently texted her several times.

"Finn, I feel really really horrible." Rachel whispered as he made his way outside into the cool air, heading towards his truck.

"You're lucky I was out grocery shopping otherwise I wouldn't have been here so soon. What were you thinking Rachel? You aren't the kind of person who just drinks their problems away." Finn sighed, placing her carefully in the passenger seat and buckling her seat.

"I don't know." Rachel closed her eyes to try and dull the pounding headache.

Finn shook his head, "We'll talk in the morning when you feel better, okay?"

She just nodded, laying her head against the seat as he got in the car and drove off into the night. It was silent for a few minutes, before Rachel spoke up so quietly Finn barely heard her.

"I just needed to get out of my own head. That's why I did it. I was once again surrounded by couples and men and I just got so sad I needed to stop thinking about things. And then that Noah guy talked about how hard it would be to raise a kid by myself so I started doubting getting a sperm donor. I didn't know what else to do. I still don't know what to do. I'm stuck." Rachel explained sadly.

Finn pulled the truck over onto the side of the road and turned to her. "Rachel..." He sighed sympathetically. "Is all this about turning 30? Do you really think you're running out of time? I thought this was just some left over sadness from seeing all your friends get married."

"No, Finn. I've been struggling with this for a while now. One phase of my life is over and I'm moving into another. Can you blame me for just wanting that? I've worked so freakish hard and I don't want to work even harder now." Rachel closed her eyes again as Finn tucked her hair back.

"I-I dont know what to say Rachel." Finn hung his head glumly. For once in is life he had no idea how to fix this. He wanted so bad to help his best friend but he didn't know what to do, he was helpless. This had to be the worst feeling in the world.

"Just take me home. There's nothing you can do. This is my problem." Rachel pushed on his shoulder with all the strength she had.

Finn nodded as she looked like she was about to fall asleep, her night of fun catching up with her. There was silence in the car for another couple minutes before Rachel spoke again.

"Finn?" She asks groggily, making Finn wonder how alert she really was.

He sighed before answering. "Yes Rach?"

"You still love me, right?" She asked, making his heart ache. Did she think he was mad at her or something?

"Or course I still love you, dork. Just because you went and got yourself drunk doesn't mean I hate you suddenly." Finn reached over and poked her nose.

She giggled but then moaned again, her hand shooting to her temple. "Okay good. Because you're the only person I feel like could ever love me in any way. Thank you."

Finn's hand traveled down to hold her hand, squeezing it softly. "I am not the only person that'll ever love you. I told you before, you'll find someone."

She was eerily silent for a minute and he wondered if she fell asleep completely.

"Will you have a baby with me, Finn?" She whispered.

Finn nearly slammed on the brakes when her sentence registered with him. What. The. Fuck. He was stunned into silence as he jerked the wheel into their parking garage, needing to stop the car before he got them into a wreck.

He didn't want Rachel to mistake his silence for something bad so he turned to her only to find her fast asleep. And his shoulders slumped as his heart beat a mile a minute.

He didn't know whether she was serious or not, he had no idea what to think of this. Did she really want to have a baby with him? Or was it just her drunken mind conjuring up something. Either way, Finn needed an answer and needed it now before he hyperventilated.

He carried her up to the apartment numbly, his mind working as fast as his heart as he tried to figure out what to do next.

Whoooooooo drunk Rachel did some crazy stuff didn't she? Do you think she'll remember asking Finn to have a baby with he, in the morning? And will this change the nature of their relationship? Find out in the next chapter!

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(P.S, I only proofread this chapter once, so if you see any major errors, please tell me)