A/N: Hi. So I was searching around on YouTube and came across a trailer for the film 'No strings attached' and thought it would make a good fanfic. Personally, I've never seen the film so this story will probably be nothing like it...
"You don't remember my name, do you?" The woman stood at the kitchen counter staring at him with a sad expression.
To be honest, Finn couldn't remember anything about her. Where he met her or how she got back to his house, let alone her name.
Figuring it would be rude to say this despite her probably already guessing it, he simply excused himself to go to the bathroom.
He sat on the edge of the bath, willing himself to remember anything about last night. He obviously had more to drink then he had realized.
He got his phone out of his pocket and decided to text his man, Puck, seeming as he was probably the reason Finn was in this mess in the first place.
'What happened last night, dude?' He pressed send and exited back to his main screen where a photo of himself and his best friend was his screensaver. He smiled as he remembered the fun he and Rach had had that day.
'Why? Woke up with yet another woman in your house?" Puck's reply read. Finn sighed. He should have known better then to ask Puck. However, Puck was right about one thing though. This wasn't the first time this had happened to him. In fact, this happened to him all the time. He was a player and he admitted that. The only girl he had never tried to get into bed with is his best friend, Rachel Berry. He had been best friends with her for seven years ever since he met her through his step-brother, Kurt. They had never been anything more than that and that was how they both liked it.
Running a hand over his face, Finn tried to think of different ways to get rid of the stranger in the kitchen. Maybe if he stayed in the bathroom long enough she'd think he had a toliet problem and run out.
He reached for his phone again, pressing speed dial.
"Hello," Her voice chimed. She was always way to bright in the mornings.
"Hi Rach, I need your help." He sighed.
"Tell her you're married and after an argument with the wife you needed some relief. You're sorry but your wife means more to you than a one-night stand." she told him.
Finn smiled. "Wow, can you read minds now because I think I need to know just in case."
He could almost hear her rolling her eyes. "Thank goodness no, I would not like to hear the stuff that goes on in that head of yours. I just know you too well."
"Phew, Okay. I'll tell her then I'll ring you back. You busy later?" He heard papers shuffling before she replied.
"No, I don't think so. The Cafe on the hill - 3 O'clock?"
"See you then." He hung up the phone, his morning suddenly seeming brighter. How she managed to do that he doesn't know.
He slid the phone back into his pocket, took a deep breath and opened the door.
The girl was placing a cup of tea and a plate of toast onto the bed and when she spotted him smoothed down her hair.
"I made you breakfast. I hope you're hungry." She smiled. Great. She was clingy, just what he needed on a Saturday morning.
"Look, I'm sorry and everything but you need to leave." He rubbed the back of his neck when her smile instantly disappeared.
"What? Why?" She inquired.
"I'm married." He blurted out. Please work. Please work.
"You're not wearing a ring." Sugar, he didn't think of that.
"Well, I had a small disagreement with her last night and took off the ring. That's why I was in that club last night. I'm sorry but my wife means more to me than a one-night stand."
Her face scrunched up and she quickly grabbed her bag before heading towards the door. Just as she was about to leave, she spun back around.
"You're a real jerk, you know that?" Yep, he'd heard that one before.
Finally, she left, slamming the door behind her and he let out a deep breath.
He really did have the best friend in the whole world.
"Do you need anything?" If the waitress asked him that question he seriously would not be held responsible for his actions.
"I'm fine." He said through gritted teeth for the thousandth time.
Finally, he saw her enter. Rachel smiled at him then began to make her way over.
However, the waitress blocked his view when she stuck her chest in his face.
"You know, I finish in an hour then maybe we could-" The waitress began.
"Sorry I'm late, baby." Rachel slipped past the waitress and kissed Finn on the cheek. When the waitress still didn't get the hint, she sat on his lap and twisted her fingers in his hair.
"You know I've been thinking about you all day." She all but purred and Finn struggled to keep his face straight. Instead he slid his hands round her back and rested just above her bum.
The waitress stood up straight. "Is this your girlfriend?" She asked.
"Yep." Finn replied while Rachel placed her head on his chest. He wondered what she was doing until he felt vibrations through his shirt. She was trying to hide her laughter.
"Well she's not very pretty is she? I mean I bet I could show you a better time." She smiled smugly.
Before Finn had the chance to defend Rachel, she did it for herself.
"Well, my boyfriend obviously thinks I'm very attractive and you don't know what we got up to last night." Rachel gave the waitress one of her award-winning smiles and with a huff, the waitress stormed off.
When she was fully out of sight, Rachel got off of Finn's lap, instead settling for the seat next to him.
"How did you know I wasn't interested?" Finn asked her.
"Trust me I've seen you with enough girls to know when you're interested. And I've also seen you with enough girls to know when they won't back off. I thought I'd give you a little help." She shrugged.
"Thanks." He gave her crooked grin and then thought back to what the waitress had said.
"You know she was wrong right? Your beautiful." Finn told her. She was the only person he ever called that.
She looked up from her phone and grinned. "Just the way I am?"
Finn rolled his eyes and shook his head. She loved that song way to much. "Just the way you are."
She leaned over and ruffled his hair, an action she knew he hated. In her opinion, she didn't see what difference it made. His hair looked crazy no matter what he did with it. Not the way hers did when she let it dry after getting out of the shower. Rather like he did something to make it look like that.
"So, what did you get up to last night?" She laughed when she saw his uncomftable expression.
"I honestly don't know. I just woke up and she was there." She continued to laugh and he felt himself involuntary smile despite the fact that in his opinion there was nothing funny about his misfortune.
"Yeah, well. Always be prepared when you go out with Noah. You know what he's like." Finn nodded even though she's told him this a thousand times.
"So you got anything planned for tonight?" He asked.
"Yeah, just going out with a few of the usuals. You know, Cedes, Kurt, Blaine...You coming?"
"I'll see later." He replied even though he knew he'd probably go.
If it was anything like last time, however, he would not be doing karaoke.
A/N: Just a short chapter to see if anyone would be interested in reading this story.
Personally, I have read pretty much every Finchel fic out there so I thought I would try and write my own. Especially now that season two is about to end.
Let me know what other couples you like for example Quick or Quam.
Review! So I know there are some people who are reading this.