(Rated: M) Just a little tipsy
"Let me know what you think of this, I've been working on the blend," Puck said as he filled up some cups and handed them around. Most of the boys took one look at the pinkish color and passed them on, but the girls started tasting them. Kurt tried a small mouthful and had a hard time not spitting it out; it tasted fine, but it was very alcoholic.
"No thanks," Kurt said after he swallowed. "And you really shouldn't have." He left the mostly full cup on the side table, then went back to talking to Blaine, his head pillowed on his boyfriend's shoulder.
Most of the girls just tried a bit; some of them, like Santana and Brittany, grabbed some extra cups and split it between themselves, watering it down. But Rachel was already having a happy night, relaxing and spending time with her friends and with Finn. The drink was tasty, and pink, and she kept idly sipping from her undiluted cup as she sang along to the music being played, her left hand resting on Finn's knee.
Finn felt Rachel's hand creep higher up his leg, and then drop down to rub his inner thigh. He looked at her; she seemed to be doing it quite idly, her attention on the music instead. The effect on him was anything but an idle one, though. The song finished and she applauded enthusiastically, particularly to Blaine and Kurt who had also been singing along. He was glad to see her so animated, but also glad that she'd removed her hand from his leg; her touch there had been turning him on too much, and he didn't want to show everyone how she made him feel, not like that.
Her cup empty, Rachel excused herself to go to the bathroom. On her return, she noticed the cup Kurt had left on the table and brought it back with her. She was thirsty, and her sips rapidly turned into gulps. She snuggled beside Finn, swaying idly back and forth to the music. After a while she started waving her hand as she moved to the music, and she brought it up to caress his cheek. Finn smiled, enjoying her touch, and kissed her hair.
"More please," she said as he stopped, so he bent down and kissed her again, twice in her hair and once on her forehead. "Mmmm." She hummed, but pouted a little. "Real ones," she demanded, turning her face up to him, her expression insistent. He smiled and pressed a light kiss to her lips, then turned his attention back to the conversation he'd been having with Mike.
"Not like that," Rachel said, interrupting him. "Let me show you." She leaned up to nuzzle his neck, and pulled his earlobe with her teeth. Her hand laced into his hair.
"Um, Rach..." God that felt good but... Finn stroked Rachel's hair, and coaxed her away from his neck. Mike flashed him an understanding grin and dropped their conversation, moving off to talk to Tina.
Rachel rose on one knee, turning into him, moving as if she was about to straddle him. "Finn, baby," she said teasingly, tracing her lips over his cheek. She pouted as he put his arm casually in her way, but grabbed onto it to lever herself up. She put her face next to his, her forehead in his hair, and inhaled. "You smell so good, baby," she said, quite loud despite being right by his ear.
And she smelled wonderful too, vanilla and berries in her hair, and that undefinable but unmistakeable scent that was Rachel aroused, the one that made him want her even more. And... quite a whiff of alcohol. Uh-oh. Finn cupped her face, looking into her eyes, seeing how dilated and hectic they were. "I think you've had a little too much, babe," he said. Her grip on his arm was strong, but her balance was a little unsteady. "Why don't you sit back down." Rachel pouted again, but sat down to snuggle into his side with his arm around her, and took a gulp of her drink. "Hey, you should go easy on that stuff, you'll get sick," Finn said, taking the drink out of her hand in a sudden panic. He glanced inside the cup and frowned as he saw there was only a little of Puck's 'magic juice' left in it. He cursed silently and wished he'd noticed how much she'd been drinking sooner.
"I feel good," Rachel stated loudly. "And I know what would make me feel even better," she went on, rubbing her hands down Finn's chest, letting them linger near his crotch. "Come on Finn baby, you know it too. Don't make me beg."
"You're... drunk, Rach," Finn said, trying to fend her off. Their fun evening had suddenly turned very awkward. But she was all over him, and he had to admit to himself that her obvious desire for him was kind of hot. How the hell do I resist this? Do I even have to?
"Just a little tipsy," she insisted. "And you wouldn't be taking advantage of me, it's not like I wouldn't do these things sober, I mean we have done them sober, over and over..."
While the others were trying to ignore Rachel's drunken ramblings, a few of them snorted at this.
Just a little tipsy is a hilarious smutty one-shot by henriettaline, set in a possible present. When Blaine has a party one weekend, Puck brings along his newest (pink) alcoholic mix. And it doesn't take long for Rachel to have downed enough of this to make her more than tipsy: and tipsy Rachel is clingy - and apparently also as bad at self-control as Finn was in the early days. But what tipsy Rachel is most is loud. So Finn's in for some embarrassment as his inebriated girlfriend bares some interesting tidbits about their love-life - the details of which spill over to school, where he (and Rachel) are soon in for an interesting time.