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Rachel woke up the next morning with a groan, her head buried deep in her pillows as the sun shone through her curtains and helped make her pounding headache even worse. It was just so damn bright in here. Part of the reason she liked Seattle so much was that it was frequently cloudy and way less sunny than other places.

And with a crappy hangover, all she wanted was some cloudy weather to shield her from the burning death rays of the sun.

Rolling over with another groan as slowly as possible to avoid making herself throw up, she squinted and eyed the clock. It was a little past nine o'clock. She just thanked the heavens she didn't have her lessons until later in the afternoon. She'd have some time to gather herself and sober up even more.

Very reluctantly, she pulled her annoyingly achy body out of bed and walked like a zombie to her little bathroom, forgoing the light because of her raging headache.

When she looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes widened and she groaned. Her hair was clumped up in several places and she had very distinct pillow marks on her face. Not to mention her face was slightly white and she still had the worst headache. She had to actually grip the sink to keep from passing out on the floor.

Grabbing her mouthwash bottle, she gurgled her wintermint wash for a moment to freshen her breath a little. She was sure it was horrendous right now. She highly doubted Finn would have been able to brush her teeth last night.

She moved slowly as to not disturb her head more, and peaked her head out the door, squinting to see the time on her bedside clock again. Thinking as much as her brain would allow, she mentally ran through her schedule. She didn't have lessons until two o'clock today, starting with Jake first, Marley at three forty-five, and Ryder at five.

So she could probably sleep more until about eleven thirty. Eh whatever. It was better than showing up to her lessons hungover where she'd be instructing high school students.

Her groans must have been louder than she thought, because moments later there was a quiet knock on her door.

Embarassed at her behaviour last night, she pressed her face back into her pillow and answered in a muffled voice, "Come in." Just speaking made her head pound. This was horrible.

"Hey Rach." Finn whispered quietly, his voice low and deep. He must have known from experience that she had the worst headaches when she was hungover. She didn't get drunk often, but when she did, she had really bad ones. Probably because she was so tiny but could drink like a freakin sailor.

She just mumbled and groaned inaudibly, her face still buried in her pillow. She didn't see him, but she could feel his presence behind her as he put something on her side table and hear him move to her window to pull the blinds down as well, putting the room in a hazy sort of darkness.

He sat on the edge of her bed and rested a hand on her back, rubbing softly. "I figured you'd feel pretty crappy this morning, so I made you some breakfast. To the best of my abilities anyways." He chuckled a little.

Rachel sighed and turned her body over, reaching for Finn's arm and squeezing it. "Thank you, Finn. Do you happen to have any Advil over there?" She smiled, her eyes squinting in the light that seemed even more blinding than normal in the morning.

Finn grinned wider, reaching for the tiny pills and glass of water on the tray and passing them to her. "I do actually. You're lucky you have such an awesome best friend/roommate, otherwise you'd be fucked this morning. Sitting here all mopey with your head in your hands." Finn smirked at her watching as she quickly downed the pills.

"Well thank you, Finn. I can't even imagine what kind of crazy things I did last night. Hope I didn't embarrass you too much. I do remember you picking me up from the bar. And that bartender with the ridiculous Mohawk." Rachel giggled softly, stopping immediately after as it made her head thump painfully. "So what's on the menu this morning?" Rachel sat back against the headboard.

Finn chuckled softly again. "Well you know I'm not the greatest cook in the world, but I made you some blueberry oatmeal and got a couple poppyseed muffins. I hear bread-type stuff is pretty good when you've had lots of alcohol. And I also brewed a fresh pot of coffee and squeezed some fresh OJ for you." He carefully passed the tray over so it was balancing on her thighs.

She just smiled up at him gratefully. How in the world did she get so lucky? To have such a sweet and caring roommate/best friend like Finn. Hell, he'd even sliced her muffin into fourths, knowing that was how she liked eating her muffins. And the coffee had none of that vanilla or chocolate flavoured creamer he liked, but some milk and a couple spoons of sugar.

Even after this long, it still surprised her how well he knew her. Most friends, whether best friends or not, don't notice those sort of specific quirks. She was one lucky girl, that was for damn sure.

He sat with his arms crossed as she dove into her breakfast, eternally grateful for the steamy coffee and fresh, fluffy muffins.

As she chowed down, she felt his eyes bore into her and she wondered what was wrong. It wasn't uncommon for them to sit in silence and eat, but he didn't have anything for himself. He was just watching her eat.

So she swallowed a mouthful of oatmeal and glanced up at him. "Are you, uh, okay? You seem quiet this morning. A little too quiet, honestly."

She watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat and his eyes flickered away from her, almost nervously. And that's when she knew something was definitely wrong. He was never this closed off and nervous around her. His eyes were always her window into what he was thinking and this time was no exception.

They held a softness everytime he glanced over at her, but also a kind of nervousness she'd never seen him have around her. Except for a few times in high school where he'd caught her in very compromising positions.

Mentally going through the night before, she tried to remember if she'd done anything excrustiatingly embarrassing or offensive. Something that would make a Finn feel weird about. But she couldn't come up with anything. All she could remember was him picking her and driving her home.

He finally spoke, his voice scratchy and unsure. But he smiled a little for her benefit to show he wasn't really mad or upset with her, something that definitely reassured her. But there was still something else in his eyes she couldn't quite place.

"Do you remember everything that happened last night?" He asked with a whisper, wringing his hands together as he looked up at her, finally making clear eye contact.

"Sort of." She shrugged. It definitely felt like she was missing something. "I remember sitting at the bar and watching Sebastian, I remember drinking a lot, talking to the bartender. Then I remember throwing up on the dancefloor, you taking me home. And then I remember..."

Rachel trailed off, a sickening feeling washing over her as her mind continued to unravel her night. Oh my god.

Now she understood why Finn felt so weirded out right now. She asked him to help her have a baby! Fuck. They'd done and said some odd stuff around each other, but they've never insinuated anything romantic or sexual between the other.

Sure they fully appreciated when the other looked attractive, but it was always just clear that their relationship was strictly platonic, and no deeper feelings existed. They were crossing into dangerous waters, somewhere they'd gone so long without entering.

And she had gone and screwed it all up by asking an odd and serious question.

Finn seemed to understand that she was remembering what she asked him, because he licked his lips and laid a hand on her arm.

"I don't know how serious you were when you asked me that, Rachel. All I know is that you're a truthful drunk. You never say anything you don't mean, even when you're wasted. Guess that's why they call alcohol a truth serum, huh?" He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

She just stared at the opposite wall, feeling completely stupid and humiliated that she actually asked her best friend something like that. Was her subconscious really thinking that she wanted Finn to be the father of her baby?

Finn cocked his head to the side to break her out of her staring trance, making her look right at him. "You're my best friend Rachel, that much has always been obvious. But if you're having feelings like this, whether they're out of actual feelings or just the need to have someone you care about have a baby with you, we have to talk about it. Because I don't want our friendship to get weird or uncomfortable. I can't lose you." He sighed.

Her heart constricted at his words. God she couldn't live without him, the thought made another wave of nausea hit her like a Mack truck. She definitely couldn't lose him either.

So she gulped down her nerves and embarrassment, nodding in agreement. "I know you want answers but right now I really just need to sober up. I don't want to try and talk to you about this while I feel sick and grumpy. So... How about lunch? Before I go to my lessons tonight?" She questioned.

He smiled, nodding in understanding. "Yeah okay. I get that. I'll take you somewhere nice, okay? My treat." He stood up and made his way to her door before he turned around, his hand on the doorframe. "Hey, I love you, you know."

She smiled, despite this awakened situation she'd gotten herself into, she was grateful that it was Finn. Someone she was pretty sure would love her no matter what happened between them.

She just hoped she could explain how she was feeling without sounding like some babbling psychopath. Because it's not like she had any real romantic feelings for him right? It was just about the fact that he was so caring of her and was her best friend.

If you were to take out those two factors, she probably would never have asked him that. Reality of the situation was; Finn was way too much of a kid himself to even think about having a baby with someone. He was still stuck in the one-woman-a-week phase and there was no way she could raise a baby in that environment.

That didn't stop her from wishing she had someone who was like Finn, but actually ready to have children.

God, why couldn't her drunken self just shut the hell up? Now she's gotten herself into a messy situation where she had to explain to her best friend that no, she didn't want a baby with him, just with the idea of someone like him.

Yeah. That sounded even more dumb when she tried to put into words.

Wishing she could just sink into her pillows, she buried her face in her hands and let loose a deep, long sigh. Maybe she could just play this off as a joke. No doubt Finn probably felt that way. If she were him, she probably wouldn't have taken it seriously either (even though deep down, she knew she meant it).

So she'd just continue on with her internal struggle of wanting a family but being unable to find a man to give her that family. After all, she'd been dealing (sort of) with it lately and everything had been fine.

She took another swig of water and swung her legs out of bed and onto the cold wood floor of her bedroom, making her way to the bathroom to set up for her shower.

Watching Finn from across the table closely, she didn't really notice any chance of his face or eyes, a telltale sign he was uncomfortable or nervous. The only indication that something was off was the way he kept playing with his hands and sipping his glass of water every ten seconds. It was a weird change from how clouded his eyes were that morning.

She smiled forcibly at him when he caught her eye. "You okay?" She asked stupidly, spearing a piece of lettuce onto her fork and dipping it her Italian dressing.

Of course he isn't okay, moron. You're his best friend and last night you drunkenly asked him if he would have a baby with you! Awkward much?

He just chuckled in his adorable way. "Yeah I'm okay. Just a little confused about last night ya know?"

She looked down guiltily. "I can't tell you how sorry I am about that, Finn. I didn't mean it, honest. I guess I'm just feeling lonely, what with Kurt and Blaine getting married. Feels like I'm the only single person left in Seattle. Even Sebastian met someone last night, right? That's why he left early?"

He nodded in confirmation so she continued her explanation. "And I suppose I just asked you because you were there and you're my best friend so my stupid brain just connected those two things and conjured up this idea that you would be the perfect father and partner for me in this situation. It was stupid and I was drunk. And I'm so sorry, I probably just ruined our friendship by making this all so awkward."

She was working herself up in a fit and she could feel her breathing speeding up like she was about to get hysterical. She could feel Finn's eyes on her, probably noticing that she was on the verge of an emotional meltdown.

So she did not expect to see Finn start smiling widely, his cheeks lifting up and his smile stretched across his entire face. She just stared at him in disbelief. She asked him to have a baby with her and now she's getting all over emotional and he's just smiling?

"Rach, no offence, but shut up." Her mouth dropped open a little in shock while he continued smiling. "First of all, you didn't ruin anything. I completely understand how messed up you are over this, I know what having a family means to you, and I know how much you wish you could find someone right now."

She let out a breath as he went over and sat on her side of the booth, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side. She felt the string of nerves in her stomach snap and dissipate as she snuggled into his side.

"I think we've all said some stupid shit while drunk, I think you just want someone who's going to give you what you need. And that's okay, Rach. I'm not going to hold it against you and feel awkward around you now. You're still my best friend, no matter what."

Rachel sighed against him and hugged his middle, her face buried between his torso and arm. "Thank you for being so cool about this, Finn. Most guys would bolt at the mere thought of someone asking them to have kids with them."

Finn laughed. "Well not this guy. I'm with you till the end of the line." He grinned.

She finally smiled and giggled. "Did you just quote your Captain America movie?" She looked up at him.

He smirked proudly. "I totally did, it's from the second Cap movie. But what I'm even more proud about is the fact that you know it's from that movie. I'm rubbing off on you huh?"

Rachel rolled her eyes but nodded. "Yes, I do quite like that movie. Mostly because Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans are extremely attractive." She poked his chest to move him away.

He retracted his arm and pulls his plate to him, swiping a couple fries through the ketchup and stuffing them in his mouth. "Typical chick answer. Never remind the fact that the action is totally kickass. And don't forget how hot and badass Scarlett Johansson is."

"Oh silly me." She smiled as he stayed next to her and continued eating his lunch, going back to eating her salad. "You're really okay, though? Being around me doesn't feel weird?"

"Oh please, we've had way more awkward things happen. Remember the time my mom let you into the house and then when you walked into my room, you saw me stark naked after my shower? Or at Santana Lopez's house party junior year when I found you drunk with her shirt stuck over your head and your boobs on full display. Or when I caught you on your bed mast-" He started, only to stop when she slapped his chest hard.

Her face was blushed in embarrassment at remembering those moments in their past. Awkward moments that took them a while to get over. But he was right, they had gotten over it after a while. Just like they'd get over this.

"Yeah let's not talk about that. I prefer to forget that even happened." She glared at him as he cackled next to her. "Especially since we're in public."

He shrugged and smiled at her. "So ya see? We can get over this easy. We didn't even see eachothers fun parts this time. Stop being so dramatic." He took the last bite of his cheddar burger and licked the mustard off his fingers.

"Alright, alright, I give. You know I'm the dramatic one. I had to draw out this situation like I always do." She smiled and pushed her mostly eaten salad away. "Now cmon. You forgot my almond milk at the store yesterday so we need to go to the market."

"Yes mom." He teased, dropping a few dollars down on the table between their plates for a tip and slipping out of the booth, holding out a hand for her to grab.

She took it with a small smile and followed him out the door. At least she knew that no matter how stupid and weird she was around him, he'd always stick by her side. God, she loved this dork.

Fighting off any deeper feelings her heart tried to come up with, she walked alongside Finn hoping this situation was over. Because it wasn't worth losing him over. Even if she was one hundred percent positive he'd be the best dad ever.

Finn yawned as he sat at his computer at work, reaching for his beloved cup of coffee. It was going to be a late night of staring at this computer screen since he'd been lazy all day and hadn't done any work. He was pretty sure his supervisor wasn't going to be so happy when she came in here and saw that he'd been playing Elder Scrolls since three o'clock that afternoon.

He was supposed to be working on the development of some file encryption program, but his mind had been elsewhere all day. Well, more specifically, on some one all day. Since he hadn't been able to stop thinking Rachel since lunch.

He wasn't sure why he couldn't stop thinking about it. He knew he wasn't ready to have kids or be in a stable relationship. And she was totally drunk and made a suggestion that even she herself said was stupid.

So then why couldn't he stop thinking about having a kid? Holding a baby for this first time, looking into Rachel's eyes as she held it for the first time...

Ugh no. Snap out of it, Finn! What the hell is the matter with you? This is Rachel Berry we're talking about. As in, your best friend since god knows when. Stop this.

And unfortunately, that had been his internal struggle since he and Rachel left the restaurant after lunch. He knew it was stupid, ridiculous even to think about taking her drunken suggestion seriously. But a part of him couldn't help but imagine would that would be like.

To actually settle down with someone and have a quiet, normal life with kids and everything. And they already loved eachother right? It would be so easy. And then he wouldn't have to worry about finding a woman to settle down with, get to know, marry, all that shit that he really didn't want to do.

Yeah, it may have started off with Rachel being drunk, sad, and lonely, but the more and more he thought about it, the more he realized maybe he wanted something like that.

But she definitely wouldn't go for it now. Now that he'd shown his indifference and dismissal of the idea. Now that he'd told her it was no big deal and he understood why she felt the need to ask something like that.

God, couldn't he just express his true feelings for once? He never was the one to let someone else know how he was feeling.

He groaned and sipped his now cold coffee, buckling down and getting ready to do some work. Maybe if fudged it enough, he'd be able to go home without a problem.

He needed advice though, he couldn't just go home and see Rachel while he was feeling all this crap. He couldn't go to Kurt, because he was currently on his honeymoon with Blaine. Besides, he'd probably end up telling Rachel anyways.

He certainly couldn't tell his mom because one whiff of Finn wanting to commit and she's either start planning a wedding, or start buying baby onesies. And Burt was about as emotional as he himself was, so he wouldn't be much help.

His last resort was Sam and Quinn. They were a strong couple that never seemed to have any problems, right? And their healthy son Michael was living proof that they knew what they were doing.

It was settled. Before he went home, he'd pay Sam and Quinn a visit, they only lived about half an hour from their place and he could just tell Rachel he was working late so she wouldn't worry about him being out late.

Hopefully they could help him make sense of this blooming feelings inside him, because he sure as hell couldn't figure them out.

So at half past nine, he got clearance from his supervisor that he could indeed leave for the night. He ran down to his car, swinging his way onto the highway so he could beat the late night Seattle traffic and get down to the neighbourhood Sam and Quinn lived in.

Most of the neighborhood was quiet, the only light really being the street lamps and the glow of some windows. He knew it wasn't that late, only about ten o'clock, but this was also a neighborhood with lots of kids, curtesy of the elementary school that was just outside the neighborhood.

He grinned when he saw the glow of the living room light at Sam and Quinn's place, hopping out of the car and gently knocking on the door. Sam's very confused face met his as he pulled the door open.

"Finn! What are you doing here so late on a Monday night? Are you drunk?" He laughed, lowering his voice when Quinn shushed him from somewhere in the house.

Finn chuckled, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. "Nah, I'm not drunk. Just in a bit of a pickle and I could really use you and Quinn's advice on something. If that's okay?"

Sam opened the door wider and gestered him inside, "Yeah it's cool, dude. Quinn and I were just cleaning up the house a bit before getting ready for bed. You know how OCD she gets about cleaning her kitchen appliances."

Finn nodded and smiled as he slipped his shoes off by the door, peeking across the doorway into the kitchen where Quinn was scrubbing her pristine counters with a sponge.

He had to be honest, if he spent even half as much money on a kitchen like Sam and Quinn did, he'd be anal about how clean it was too. Most of it was stainless steel and they had a messy five year old boy that he knew for a fact loved playing outside.

"Hey Quinn." Finn waved, smiling at her as blew a strand of her blonde hair out of eyes. It was already tucked back with a hair-tie but he could tell her tedious work was making it unruly.

She waved back and looked as confused as Sam had a moment ago. "Finn? What are doing here? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything is fine. I just really needed to talk to guys. Mikey asleep?" He asked.

Sam nodded. "Finally got him down about twenty minutes ago. He was not thrilled to be going to sleep tonight. Guess I shouldn't have let him watch Batman so late at night. It always gets him hyped up and ready to play." Sam rolled his eyes with chuckle.

"Thank you for that, by the way." Quinn followed them to the living room and sat on the plush tan couches. "He wouldn't take of that Batman mask. I finally just had to pry it off his face when he fell asleep."

Sam just shrugged. "Sorry babe. But now that he can read a lot more, he's recognizing what's on the guide when I flip through channels. He saw it and I figured it was better to watch it then listen to him have a meltdown."

Finn couldn't help but smile at the bickering couple. It always amazed him that such polar opposites could become the best and strongest couple he knew. Quinn was strict and very particular about how she liked things, while Sam was very laid back.

It was kinda how he thought he and Rachel were; like polar opposites. That was probably why kids in high school saw their friendship in such a weird light. He was a sports maniac that just skirted by in school while she was the straight-A drama nerd. And yet they were inseparable, kind of like Sam and Quinn.

"But anyways, back to Finn." Sam chuckled, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. "What did you want to talk about? It must be pretty serious if you can't wait until tomorrow. Or until Kurt gets back."

Finn nodded and shuffled nervously. "Well yeah, it's kind of urgent. Only because, well, it has to do with Rachel and we sort of live together."

"I knew!" Quinn whispered-shouted. "You're in love with her, aren't you? God, I knew it. Kurt totally owes me two-hundred bucks." She seemed very happy with herself while Finn just stared at her.

Did she really think he was in love with her? Sure he loved her like a best friend, but did he love her romantically? He didn't really know what to say. "U-um what? That's not what I was going to say." He cleared his throat.

Quinn blushed. "Oh, right. Okay. Continue then." She looked down while Sam looked like he was trying not to burst out laughing.

So Finn continued on like Quinn's outburst hadn't happened, he couldn't even deal with what he was feeling now, he didn't even want to try tackling what the ramifications might be if he really did love her in that way.

"Well, Rachel got drunk yesterday. She said she's been feeling really down about being single still and being sort of stuck in a rut. Apparently she wants to have kids now. Anyways, I picked her up from the bar and she said some things." Finn wrung his hands together, thinking about how softly and breathlessly she'd asked the question. How sincere it really did sound despite how drunk she was.

"What'd she say?" Sam asked, looking genuinely curious.

Finn took a long breath. "She said she wants to have a baby with me."

Quinn gasped and Sam's eyes bugged out of his head. "Seriously? Like, she knows what having a baby entails right? Having sex." Sam looked like he was in disbelief.

"That's what she asked me." Finn said seriously, finding his hands very interesting. Suddenly the thought of having sex with Rachel made a blush rise up in his cheeks and his heart constrict in a very unfamiliar way.

Quinn shook her head. "Are you sure it wasn't just because she was drunk and feeling bad about herself? Sometimes people say the most ridiculous things because the alcohol in their system says otherwise."

"That's what I thought. But isn't alcohol kind of like a truth serum? Like, why would she say something like that if she hadn't already been thinking it in the first place?" Finn rubbed the back of his neck.

"The question is, do you want her to really mean it? If she were serious about having a baby with you, would you say yes?" Sam asked, placing a comforting hand on an obviously confused Finns' shoulder.

Finn sighed, hating himself for thinking about his best friend like this, but unable to stop himself. "Y-yeah. I think I might actually say yes. It would like, the ideal situation ya know? We could start a family without bein attached to eachother in the same way married couples are. I could still date as I please, with maybe a bit less promiscuity, Rachel could find someone for her but also get the child she wants so bad. Is it really that bad of an idea?" Finn explained what he'd been going through back forth all night.

Quinn looked at him incredulously. "You'd really want that? Babies should be made between two people who truly love each other. Not out of convenience, Finn."

Finn shrugged. "We do love eachother, like a lot. Just not in the same way you and Sam do. And Rachel's right, we aren't getting any younger. Even I have to admit starting a family takes a long time to cultivate. Maybe this would be the easier route."

"Finn, you can't just decide to have a baby with your friend because it makes things easier for you in the long run. If you want a baby so bad, you should stop with all your playboy-like moves where you just hump and dump. If you want kids, do it right. And the same goes for Rachel." Quinn shook her head disapprovingly.

Finn was beginning to feel a little deflated. Quinn was making it sound like it was wrong to have a baby with a friend. It wasn't just for convenience, it was also for less drama and heartbreak.

It was silent for a moment until Sam finally spoke up. "Quinn, I think Finn may have a point."

Quinn narrowed her eyes at her husband. "Excuse me? What are you saying exactly?"

"Just hear me out." Sam put his hand up. "Maybe this could work for Finn and Rachel. They aren't like us babe, they're best friends, friends who probably know eachother better than most couples do. They're comfortable with eachother, so if they both want a baby, why can't they make one? It's much better than those people that get pregnant from a drunken escapade and then get married because of the kid, then divorce."

"Yeah! This way this is no divorce or threats of one is taking the kid from the other. This kid will just be loved by us and then whoever we find to be our partners in the future. No messiness." Finn added, smiling at the fact that Sam seemed to really understand what he was thinking.

It was about time someone got it, and not only that, but Sam was perfectly executing his thoughts into words. Everything Finn had been thinking since last night was playing out now in Sam's words.

Quinn sighed. "Look Finn, I'm not going to tell you what to do. All I know is things are better when you are with that person in an actual relationship. I'm sure this arrangement will be fine for your baby if you decide to do it. But what if one of you starts developing deeper feelings for the other? That's when things could get ugly. I'm just worried that this could take an bad turn and ruin your friendship. Because above all, I know what that means to you both."

Finn deflated, nodding along with her words. Unfortunately, Quinn was now voicing the other side of the argument, the side that had been keeping him from making a clear decision all day; the Devils advocate.

"I think what we're trying to say is, you have to really weigh out your opinions, Finn. You have to decide whether having this baby would be worth potentially wrecking your friendship with Rachel. If you think you guys can do it, then I say go ahead. But if you're having doubts, I seriously think you should talk to Rachel." Sam explained, patting his shoulder again.

Finn nodded, feeling more conflicted than ever. "Thanks guys. I should probably get going though. I don't want to keep you up any longer, I'm sure you have work." Finn stood up.

"You don't need to go yet, at least have a cup of tea or something." Quinn said as she and Sam got up too.

"Nah, thanks though. I have a lot to think about. See you guys later." Finn smiled slightly and slid his shoes back on, waving to his friends as he walked back to his car. He knew they were watching him from the doorway after his abrupt exit, but he just really needed to get out of there and clear his head.

This was all so messed up. Just yesterday he was fine, no thoughts of having kids or settling down. And now? Now he was actually entertaining the idea of having a baby with his best friend after she drunkenly suggested it. Maybe he was drunk. This was just all too much for him to handle.

He squeezed the steering wheel of his truck when he got it. Damn Rachel for making him feel all this crap. This was worse than the time she'd had her heart broken by Jesse St. Jackass and he had to spend weeks consoling her. So much so that it put a damper on his life and mood because he had to take care of her.

Anytime she reached an emotional upheaval, she pulled him right with her. It was both maddening and mildly irritating.

When he checked his phone he saw that he had three messages from Rachel herself, asking him where he was. He sighed and texted her that he was on his way home, not entirely untrue.

He was going to have to reign in his emotions fast, because there was no doubt in his mind Rachel was going to be able to tell something was wrong with him. And he was not ready to talk about it yet. Not until he fully understood what he wanted himself. No, until then, he'd just play it cool, act like there wasn't a million thoughts about her plaguing his mind.

For now, he'd just act like nothing had changed at all, even though he knew things were definitely about to change. No matter what he decided to do.

Whooo! Here we have the aftermath of drunk Rachel's suggestion. Seems that's it's gotten Finn's mind totally flustered too. Could they both be wanting the same thing now? Guess we'll have to see what Rachel thinks about all this in the next chapter!

Sorry about the lack of Finchel goodness btw, we needed a chapter where Finn starts to realize maybe he wants the same thing she does.

Oh, and I hope nobody hates Fabrevans lol. I really liked them in the show and I was sad to see them thrown away like trash haha. Let me know what you think about this chapter or what characters you want more of! Until next time :)