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Chapter 18

Finn's POV

The wedding was only a couple days away.

Ever since I proposed to Rachel a couple of months ago, she had been in full blown wedding planner mode. To be honest, she occasionally scares me when she goes into her "wedding world".

But tonight is my bachelor party, and I'll be enjoying my last few nights of being an unmarried guy. Rachel has her Bachelorette party tonight too, so we'll probably both be coming back with nasty hangovers.

"Finn, in all those guy movies, for a bachelor party they go to a strip club. Is that what you men are doing tonight?"

I kinda laugh at her.

"Not my thing, it's probably Puck's but I won't go to one. I promise."

"Good!" She replies with a smile.

"What about you...?" I ask suspiciously.

"Oh Finn, I'm to classy to be trashy."

"Whatever you say, babe."

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Rachel's POV

Finn had already left for his bachelor party. Mine didn't start for about 45 more minutes. Me and Finn both agreed on going to a club, we picked out different ones so we wouldn't see each other by chance.

I pulled on a short dark blue dress that hugged my body, along with 4 inch black heels. I look in the mirror, I honestly look like a slut. I laugh it off cause Santana will probably walk in the club wearing nothing, so I think I'm appropriately dressed.

I left the house and drove to the club which was in an area right outside of New York City. I had never been but Santana said it was the "bomb".

Once I'm in the building, I'm immediately mauled by hugs and drinks from Brittany, Santana, Tina, Kurt, and Mercedes.

I was right about Santana, she was wearing a revealing red dress that stopped at around her butt.

"LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!!!" Santana slurred and danced around.

"Ya but first...SHOTS!" Kurt says while dragging me to the bar.

"Just get us one of everything!" He says.

"Kurt I don't think I need all of those drinks." I say laughing.

"Hey only the best for you! Even if you are marrying my dingbat of a brother-in law."

The bartender comes back with at least 15 different drinks all with different colors.

The Pink one really made my head spin so I just kept drinking the blue. Eventually I ended up like Santana.

I was all over the place saying weird things and dancing like whopping crane. Tina was also in the same state I was. Mercedes was the only responsible person in the club.

"C'mon Mercedes, live a little!" I push an orange shot glass in her hand.

"I think I have to make sure Finn will still have his bride to be alive by tomorrow. I'll stick with my Shirley temple."

I roll me eyes and drink some more. I have a ginormous pounding headache, so I sit down next to Brittany and Santana. They both passed out about 15 minutes ago. I think I'll join them.

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I wake up in my bed. I'm glad I didn't make Mercedes drink, she probably took me home. I don't see Finn but I smell Bacon cooking. The thought of food makes my stomach turn.

I sprint to the toilet and vomit a bit, then I take a couple Advil. Just the amazing perks of a hangover.

"Even I'm not that hungover..." Finn says at the bathroom door, with a sharp smile.

"Yeah, well Kurt didn't buy you the bar...so I have a right to feel like crap."

"You know the best way to cure a hangover?"

"Oh god, please tell me!!"

"Go to the store, buy some cake, pour olives and dirt on it and enjoy!" He says while waiting for me to throw up.

"Finn...I HATE YOU!!!" What he just said sends my stomach into the toilet.

He laughs, then hugs me.

"But I love you!" He says.

"I won't be getting drunk for a while...cause of your reduced hangover methods!" I say hitting him in the arm, playfully.

"Good, now come on you should probably go and get more sleep. My bride won't be walking down the aisle with a crazy hangover!"