Disclaimer: Don't own a thing, of course, of course.
Author's Note: I'm back!!! With a really, really out there AU story!! Ok, so I've been thinking about this story for the past couple of months. It's a switch between Quinn and Rachel, where as Rachel is the one who gets pregnant (by Finn) and runs to Puck, and Quinn is, well, there. It's a PuckleBerry Finn, leaning both towards Puck and Finn. There will be some OOC moments, so please bear with me. And I'm still working out some kinks with the plot and their personalities. There will be no OC, just some rewriting of the first season episodes.
The story is going to begin a few weeks after school and Glee has started and takes place right after the auditorium kiss between Finn/Rachel. The Quinn pregnancy never happened and there is only the original Glee kids in Glee at this moment.
I hope you enjoy, and any suggestions are always welcomed. The story won't have any major sexual details just because I don't feel I'm very good with writing it, so there is a level of assumption that is needed. ANYWAY. Happy Readings and R&R!!
September 25, 2009
"This is so stupid." Rachel looked over to Kurt who had his arms folded and his body leaned against the wall. Mercedes, Tina, and Artie were on the couch just a few feet away, laughing and talking. Rachel and Kurt, who were both against the wall, their eyes watching the better part of McKinley High's student body dance, yell, and act generally moronic around them.
"Then why did you drag us here?" Rachel raised an eyebrow, inwardly sighing as Kurt shot her a look.
"Because this is where we should be! If we want to get ourselves out there, we need to start acting like real teenagers! Especially if we want Glee to start meaning something to this school!"
Rachel stared at him. She sighed, outwardly this time, and turned to look into the crowd. Her eyes landed on a tall boy, with brown hair and brown eyes. He was across the living room, his arm swung casually over Quinn Fabray's shoulder.
Rachel noted that Quinn was not looking chipper and amused. She looked down right pissy and a little hostile.
"You sound like me." Kurt looked at his leading lady, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You sound exactly like me."
"I would think that you would be happy one of us was even daring to try and think like you." Blue and brown collided. "I would think you would be excited to be here."
Kurt looked at her and then at Finn. An angry noise left his lips, causing Rachel to turn and look at Finn as well.
"I'm a little surprise your not throwing yourself at him." The soprano's voice cut through her, causing her to retract herself completely against the wall.
"He doesn't want me, Kurt. He wants her."
"Well." Rachel swung her head and looked at Kurt who was still looking at McKinley's power couple. She stared at the soprano, her obligatory friend, and suddenly felt alone.
She felt so alone.
Without saying anything, she pushed herself from the wall and walked away from her group, her lifeline. She walked across the living room (away from Finn and Quinn), and made her way through the hallway, through the dining room, and into the kitchen. She went towards the kitchen table (which was currently empty), and flopped herself into the corner chair.
Honestly, she hadn't wanted to come to the party. She didn't want to see Finn with Quinn. She didn't want to try and avoid all the same people she avoided Monday through Friday, and she didn't want to tag along with a group of people who were openly against her (save for Tina and possibly Artie).
In all honesty, she had wanted to stay home and cry.
She allowed her head to fall back against the wall, her eyes still watching the various students in the kitchen.
Three weeks ago she wouldn't have ever been invited to a McKinley High party. Three weeks ago Finn Hudson would not have known her name (or any of the other members in Glee for that matter) and he would still be just another jock intent on making them miserable. Three weeks ago Quinn Fabray would be walking past her, head held high and a snarky smile on her face. There would be no nasty looks and no threatening speeches.
Three weeks ago Rachel wouldn't have had the sinking feeling in her stomach and the twisted pain in her chest.
"Hey." Her eyes moved from the various students in the kitchen landing on the overly grown boy standing above her. Way above her. He was smiling down at her, his head tilted just slightly to the side. "What are you doing in the kitchen? It's a party. You should be partying."
"I'm not feeling well." Her eyes left his, her thoughts returning to a happier, ignorant time.
The sound of a chair shifting forced her to close her eyes and take a deep breath. His cologne was wafting through the air, dancing across her senses. A chill ran down her spine as his hand found itself at the base of her neck.
"What's wrong?" It was the concern in his voice and the way his fingers gently began twirling strands of her hair.
"Finn, what are you doing?" Brown crashed with brown, the twisted feeling heightening in her chest.
He sighed, his fingers pausing in her hair. "Are you still mad about the auditorium?" Rachel looked away from him. "Because, I mean, you've been yelling at me, a lot. I'm a little shock you showed up." His hand on her back was causing her not to be able to stand up and walk away from him. Panic filled his voice as he felt her need/want to leave. "Not that I'm not really, really happy you came!"
"Finn," she looked at him, her eyes big, "what are you doing?"
"I don't know." Rachel shook her head.
She didn't know either. There was flirting, and understanding, and something between them. There was no pinpointing it because as quickly as she felt it, he was pulling away. As if Quinn was an afterthought and he would suddenly remember he was not a free agent. And it happened at the most inappropriate times, like in the auditorium as he kissed her.
Shaking her head, she shifted to see Quinn standing in the kitchen, just barely ten feet from them, glaring with fire in her eyes.
Rachel quickly moved away from Finn, her eyes searching wildly for cover from the craziness that was about to ensue.
"Finn." The tall boy look up from Rachel and turned to his girlfriend. He smiled brightly over to her. Both girls simply stared at him.
"I need to speak with you," Rachel looked away as Quinn's eyes turned into a deadly stare at her, "now."
Finn sighed and shot one more smile over to Rachel before getting up and walking over to Quinn. The blonde cheerleader grabbed his hand and swung so fast Rachel swore she might have given herself whiplash.
The brunette sighed and covered her face with her hand.
It had been an hour since the kitchen moment, since Rachel had wandered off from the tour group she came with. She had spent most of it walking around, watching her peers drink, laugh, and fall down. They fell down a lot at these parties apparently.
She had completely lost Kurt, Tina, and Mercedes. She had found Artie who was on his way out because of some early thing on Saturday with his parents. She had walked him out to the curb, smiling and waving to his father who was so excited his son had gone to a party and was still smiling.
At this point she was back in the kitchen, pouring herself another glass of punch. She knew there was alcohol in it so she was being very cautious, only filling the cup a fourth of the way and nursing it through her travels.
"Hey Berry." She froze and turned slowly around to face Noah Puckerman. Her eyes widened. "Calm down. I'm not going to do anything to you." He maneuvered around her shocked disposition and poured himself a tall glass of the spiked punch.
"Why?" He turned and looked at her as she mentally kicked herself.
"Well, it's a party, we try not to cause too many scenes at parties. I don't have a slushy, that's another reason I guess. And because Finn would probably kill me."
Rachel blinked one, twice, and then finally on the third time she was able to breathe again. She shifted and leaned against the counter, her eyes moving around the room.
"Finn has become rather protective of Glee." That wasn't true, and by judging the look on Puck's face, he knew it wasn't true either.
"Sure he has. But I wasn't talking about Glee. I was talking about you." Rachel gave him a look. "He's been going on and on about how you're so smart and focused and how you're going to make it out there in the big, bad, scary world." Puck shook his head. "He'd kill me if he found out I ruined your first real party."
Rachel was once again staring at Puck. Her breath had once again hitched and it seemed to be a nervous habit of eye blinks.
"As if you didn't know." The mohawked boy made a face. "You're completely strung out on him."
"I most certainly am not." Rachel swung her head around, ignoring the chuckle that was filtered close to her ear.
"You're totally strung out babe." He pulled away, a smirk across his lips.
She went to retaliate when yelling erupted from the living room. Familiar yelling. Yelling that she often heard at a lower level at the locker a few feet from hers.
"It's Quinn." Her voice was low and Puck was staring off towards the direction of the noise.
"We can only imagine what the witless wonder did now." Rachel gave him a look, gently pushing him.
"He's your best friend." She began walking, Puck on her heels.
"So? Last week he told me I was chauvinistic." Rachel smirked, well aware that Finn had used one of her words. She was so proud.
The two walked in to see Quinn yelling at Finn, her arms moving around vividly and tears streaming down her face.
Puck made a noise in his throat. "She's completely lit. Finn wasn't paying attention to how much she was drinking." He shook his head and looked at Rachel who was confused. "Quinn can't handle liquor, at all. It's a little sad."
"I'm through with you!" Quinn took a step back.
"Quinn, come on." Finn looked at the blonde, his hands going up in confusion.
"No, no, I am not putting up with this anymore!"
Rachel began looking around, noticing that Kurt and Mercedes were still at the party, up against the wall. She caught Kurt's eye who signaled that he would call her about the beginning details. She refrained from rolling her eyes.
As she began to turn, about to say something to Puck, she noticed that Finn's eyes were no longer on Quinn. His eyes were focused solely on her.
"Shit." Puck mumbled, Rachel swung her head and look at him, then winced as a loud 'UH!' traveled across the room.
"I knew it."
"Quinn!" Finn went over to grab the blonde's hand, only to freeze as she pulled completely away from him. "Quinn, you're drunk and just a little emotional."
"Emotional? You're cheating on me with the biggest freak in the whole damn school and I'm being emotional?"
"I am not cheating on you!" Finn threw his arms in the air. "You know what! FINE! You want to break up with me, FINE!"
"GOOD!" Quinn swiveled around and grabbed Santana and Brittany's hands and walked out of the living room.
Finn turned on his heel and stomped his way out the house, slamming the door with such force it was almost as if the foundation shook.
"Great. Just, great." Puck rolled his eyes. "I'm going to drive the girls home, since Santana came with me and Brittany and Quinn are lit. Go deal with Hudson."
"Why do I have to deal with him?" Rachel gave Puck a panicked look.
"Because I'm Puck and your Berry." He shrugged and made his way behind the cheerleaders.
Rachel sighed loudly. "Fabulous."
Honestly, she didn't know what to say to him. She hadn't talked to him since before the kiss. Everything after that was just, well, sharp directions and yelling. Lots of yelling. So, she told Kurt and Mercedes she was leaving and took another swig of the punch for reassurance. She marched her way to the door, ready to begin the long journey of following Finn Hudson to wherever.
It had only been a few minutes, he could hardly have gotten very far.
She swung the door open, her heart pounding, her feet stable, only to gently unwind as she saw the hunched over quarterback.
"Finn?" He turned and gave her a slight smile.
"Not all our parties end like that. Just to let you know." She smiled and sat down next to him.
"She'll come around. She was drunk." Rachel nodded her head, looking towards the darken street. She really didn't want Quinn to come around. Logically, there was no reason why she should even be comforting him about Quinn Fabray.
"I don't care." Finn sighed, leaning a bit back. "This would be the second time she's broken up with me at a party. Last time it was because I spilt punch on her shoes. At least this time there's an actual reason."
"What happened?" Rachel looked at him, memorizing his features. His goofy smile, soft eyes, and endearing baby face.
Finn shook his head, he locked eyes with her. "I can take you home if you want. I'm pretty much done, myself, for the night."
"Are you sure? I'm here if you want to talk about it." Rachel prayed that he didn't really want to talk about it. There was no telling how her heart would handle him crying over Quinn.
"I don't want to talk about it." He gave her a reassuring smile. "But, my mom's working a double shift, she won't be home until tomorrow afternoon. I could use some company if your up to sandwiches and a movie?"
It took every ounce of strength she had not to widen her eyes and fall to the ground in shock. Was Finn Hudson actually asking her to hang out?
"I'm wide awake. I figured I could convince Puck or Quinn to come over and watch a movie, just so I didn't have to do it alone, but," he gestured back to the house.
"Um, sure, I can hang out for a little while." She nodded her head slowly, her chest filling with a burst of happiness. The trick was to remain calm. He had already admitted he thought she was a little crazy, there was no reason to give him more evidence as proof.
"Awesome!" He stood up and put his hand out for her.
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about this though?" He didn't really seem upset.
"Nah, she'll be over it by Monday, right?" He gave her a smile. Rachel gave a half hearted smile in return, nodding her head.
The burst of happiness waned just slightly.
She had been sitting in his living room for the better part of a couple of hours. Her fathers were under the impression that she was with Kurt and Tina, watching movies and hanging out. It was best, at least in her opinion, not to tell her father that she was alone, unsupervised, with Finn Hudson. Her parents were liberal and understanding, of course, but her father was just a wee bit more over protective then her dad.
Shifting into the cushions, she stretched up and leaned into the couch. She looked over to her side and smiled slightly as Finn laughed at a joke in the movie.
"So, your mom is working a double shift?" Rachel threw him a light smile as he turned. His face was lit with laughter, bobbing with a nod.
"She doesn't do it too often. Her friend's kid is really sick so she took her shift at the hospital." Finn shrugged. "I don't mind, it gives me space, you know."
"I know." Rachel nodded, shifting back to the television.
"Your dads work double shifts?" He leaned into the couch, his eyes watching Rachel.
"Um, not really. My dad goes on a lot of business trips, sometimes my father goes with him. Sometimes it's for a few days, the weekend, other times it's for a week."
"That must be hard." Finn reached out, grabbing a few strands of her hair into his fingers.
"Nope." Rachel shook her head. "I like having time to myself."
Finn dropped her hair and smiled brightly. "I guess I can understand that."
Rachel opened her mouth but then closed it, shrugging.
The two slipped into silence, both turning to the television. Rachel leaned as far as she could into the couch. There was only a slight space between them, but she could still feel the heat from Finn's body. A chill ran down her spine, causing her to shiver.
"Are you cold?" Rachel looked over to Finn who was looking apologetic. She almost jumped as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her the small space across the couch into his side. "I didn't realize it was cold in here. I'm always warm."
"No, I'm fine." Rachel purposely looked at the television.
"You should have told me." He shook his head, his arm tightening around her. "Sometimes it gets really cold, and I'm always warm but mom is usually comfortable. I think she keeps the house colder then she really wants but--"
"Finn," she placed her hand on his thigh, "seriously, I'm fine. No worries. I'm comfortable now."
Finn gave her a large smile. "You know, I really am sorry about the auditorium. I shouldn't have kissed you."
Rachel continued smiling, her eyes falling from the television to her lap. "It's fine."
"No, it's not, because, it was wrong of me to do that to you." His hand moved from her shoulder to her back, his body twisting to face her. "I was dating Quinn."
"I don't want to rehash this Finn." Rachel pulled away. "It happened and now it's over."
"Finn." Rachel shook her head. "It's over. Let's just," she shook her head, her hands folding around themselves. "Let's just put it behind us."
"Rach." She looked up at him, their faces only a few inches away from each other.
"Finn." There was a warning tone in her voice.
Her breath hitched as he closed the space, his lips meeting hers sweetly.
Rachel closed her eyes, her body shifting so that she was under him, her arms snaking around his neck. She moaned into his mouth as he pushed them onto the couch, his hands getting lost into her hair.
"Rach." Her eyes shot open, a shiver running across her spine as Finn pulled away, just slightly. "Is this ok? Are you ok?"
She couldn't help but shift against him, causing him to groan, his head falling into her shoulder.
"What? What happened?" Rachel looked at him, her eyes roaming down his body.
"If I'm going too fast, I mean, I shouldn't--" Her lips cut him off, her hands forming around his face tightly.
"Just, just kiss me." Her voice was low and breathy. Her eyes searching his.
Finn smiled and dipped his head back down to hers. Rachel smiled into his kiss, her fingers sweeping upwards into his hair.
His lips moved from hers, roaming across her cheek, down to her neck. She closed her eyes, gently letting her head drop to the arm of the couch.
Maybe this wasn't really happening. Maybe she had fallen asleep during the movie.
She moaned as he sucked on the nook of her neck and collar bone.
If it was a dream, however, she had decided she never wanted to wake up.