Together // Finchel

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When I arrived at the party, it was already in full swing. Almost everyone was drunk- or heading that way. Everywhere there were people making out. I'm sure if I looked harder there would be people going further than that, but that's not something I wanna think about.

I immediately lost Kurt and Santana. That's when my night began to crumble. Maybe it was when I had a couple of drinks, maybe it was when I stepped foot in this party. Who knows.

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The next morning
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I woke up the next morning, a masculine figure next to me. We were both naked. I silently panicked, I had no memories of last night. Even though I must have been really drunk, I don't have a headache. Wait- I've read about that. If you are hydrated and have a full stomach you don't really get a bad hangover.

Oh my god! What's wrong with me! I shouldn't be thinking about a hangover, I should be figuring out what happened last night.

I pick up the dress I was wearing last night and slip it on, then I lightly tap the guy on the shoulder. Slowly he raises his head.

Oh no. This can't be happening! We broke up! We, well, he, moved on! Finn looks at me and smiles in a way that makes my heart melt.

'Good morning, beautiful,' he whispers seductively in my ear, causing shivers to race up my spine. He leans in and gently kisses me. I happily fall into the kiss, feeling the old spark return.

As much as it causes me grief, I quickly push away. 'Finn! We can't do this, what about Quinn?'

'We'll figure it out, but I miss you and I love you. Please Rach, I didn't realise how much you meant to me.' Finn pleads. I can't do this.

I crawl out of the stranger's bed, gather my belongings and check my phone. I call Kurt, hoping he'd answer, or I'd at least I'd hear his phone ring. Nothing. I try Santana. She doesn't answer, but I follow the sound to the room next door.

Santana was laying there, on top of Brittany, half naked. Apart from my intial shock, I'm happy for her. I'm glad someone seems to have a good love life, even if mine is torn to shreds.

Her eyes widen when she wakes. I smirk at her and she hastily gets more clothes on. She wakes Brittany too, who does the same.

'How long have you been standing there?' Santana exclaims wig anger, which she seems to immediately regret, due to her hangover.

'Only a couple of seconds, but I what I say, in better words.....wanky.' I snicker.

'Whatever. Kurt bailed early, he had to see Blaine Warbler or something, but what happened last night between you and Finn, well that was just wanky.'

'Please, just take me home, or back to your place. I need to get away from him,' Santana nods with understanding. Brittany is coming with us, they obviously are getting together, that makes me happy.

We get back to Santana's house. Kurt shortly arrives, so I begin to tell them all about what happened last night.