Due to lack of sleep, this idea came into my head and I just had to write.

It's much shorter than what I'm used to, but if I decide to carry on then the chapters will get longer.

Enjoy!

She taps her fingers along the large wooden desk, swivelling back and forth on her chair to get over her boredom. They've been waiting for over twenty minutes. Nobody makes Rachel Berry wait. "Quinn," she whines, peering at her manager through narrowed eyes, "where are they? I have a photo shoot with Vogue in four hours!"

"You don't think that I know that?" Quinn replies calmly, jumping when the door opens. "Finally," she sighs, relief washing over her and smiling as the two men enter the room. "Rachel Berry, may I introduce you to Kurt Hummel and Finn Hudson."

Rachel's head snaps from the window where she was admiring the view at the mention of his name, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. Here he is, in the flesh, wearing an oversized pair of sunglasses alongside a baggy shirt and some jeans. His face is tired, bags beneath his eyes, and he has a small scruff on his chin. She'd even go as far as saying that he's attractive, if of course she actually could stand him.

As the drummer of the band Ohio Boys – a name which still makes her cringe – he tries to maintain a bad boy image and he has certainly done so. Rehab. Parties. Sleeping with random woman. Almost in jail. He's done it all, and he's only twenty five, a year older than her.

She, on the other hand, likes to gain attention through her magnificent singing voice rather than bad publicity. She's a star, and she knows it, so why is Quinn bringing Finn Hudson to meet her?

"I know who they are," she says a little icily, eyeing the man before her. They've met once or twice, at parties and such, but he hates award shows and she doesn't particularly care for any of his band's music. Their paths just aren't meant to cross.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" Finn grumbles, sitting directly across from her and stretching out his legs, so much that the long limbs hit her own smaller legs.

She gasps at his abrupt answer and the fact that he is just so rude. This must be how he treats all women. "I'm in the same room as you. Isn't that punishment enough? Now get your damn legs out from my side of the table."

The man lifts his head back, laughing loudly. "Your side? I'll put them where I want, doll."

Rolling her eyes, she begins, "just because every other female for some reason beyond my understanding is infatuated with you doesn't mean that I have to be!"

"Rachel!" Quinn scolds, the blonde being probably the only person in which Rachel listens to, besides her parents of course. She then turns her annoyed blue eyes onto Finn, who is chuckling to himself, "both of you stop acting like children. There's an important reason as to why you're here today."

"Oh," Finn smiles, "and what's that, gorgeous?"

The brunette opposite him scoffs, "you're unbelievable. Like Quinn would even consider sleeping with you! Yeah, right!"

Quinn and Kurt share a look before standing together at the end of the table, Kurt cutting off Finn as he starts to talk. "Anyway," he forces out a smile, "Quinn and I have been talking and looking at figures and, while you're both doing well with album sales, there's a definite publicity drop."

"So," Finn shrugs, folding his arms across his chest.

"So?" she breathes, "don't you understand what this means? If we lose publicity, then we lose fans and attention. When that starts to go, people forget about you and you just become a background prop! I'm not being a prop." Rachel finishes her dramatic speech, looking desperately to her manager for answers, "how did this happen? I've never done anything wrong."

Kurt speaks for her, "and that's just it. People want gossip. They want something juicy to talk about."

She shakes her head, unable to understand what they're getting at, "so what? They don't like me because I follow the rules."

"No," Finn supplies, "you're just boring."

"I am not boring!" she screeches at him. With a small huff, she turns her attention onto Quinn, "and what do you suggest I do to get more attention? Follow in his footsteps," she points to Finn, "because I'm not willing to scoop that low."

He narrows his eyes, "what do you mean by that?"

"I'm not going to dignify that with an answer."

Rachel's manager sighs exasperatedly, clapping her hands together loudly to get their attention, "please, this is very important." Two heads shoot her way and she gives them a nervous smile, "now, Rachel, we're not going to make you do anything bad. I mean, you may not like the idea, but it will certainly gain the attention that you need."

The brunette considers this, before gesturing for Quinn to go on while Finn stares at the ceiling idly, spinning his chair.

"Okay," Kurt tepidly begins, inching closer to the table, "we have a proposition for you. Both of you."

Finn and Rachel take a moment to turn to each other, their movement in sync as they weigh up the opposite's reaction. Neither look too pleased at the idea that something involves the both of them, indicating that they actually have to spend time together.

Ignoring the stony silence, Kurt continues, "as we've already confirmed, you need publicity. You need something so unexpected that people are going to be talking about it for weeks to come. You need to shock the public." He suddenly smiles, his eyes bright with excitement, as are Quinn's, "what better than a surprise shackup with Broadway's leading diva and the biggest bad boy out there?"

It takes a few seconds for them to absorb his words before they simultaneously scream, "what?"

"I'm not going to date her!"

"I'd rather date a pig," she snaps, "it has better manners."

He holds a hand over his heart, though goes to the wrong side, "ow, that really hurt."

"Your heart's on the other side of your chest, genius. Honestly, how did you graduate High School?" she shakes her head, turning to Quinn in dismay, "you want me to date this? Are you completely out of your mind?"

Quinn merely rolls her eyes, "don't me so dramatic. You know as well as I do that it'll put you back in the spotlight."

She groans: why don't they understand? "I don't want to be in the spotlight if I have to share it with him," she points to Finn.

"Why?" he grins, lifting up his sunglasses and placing them down on the table. He then proceeds to send her a killer smirk, one that even leaves Rachel Berry a little defenceless, "you scared that I'll overshadow you?"

"No!"

"Then what's wrong?" he presses.

She squirms in her seat, sending pleading looks to her manager. Quinn, much to her annoyance, is being tight fisted as usual and raises her eyebrow as she waits for an answer. "There's no way of getting out of this, is there?"

Kurt offers her a weak smile, "you'd be the hot new couple and, because you're so different, it sort of works." She pouts, understanding where he's coming from, but this does not change the fact that she's not happy about this idea.

She nods, folding her arms defensively across her chest before peering at Finn. The man looks back at her expectantly, "so, what'd you say, dollface?" He smirks and she so badly wants to wipe it from his smug face. A minute ago he was just as shocked as her and now he's actually acting like it's a good idea. Is it? Could she really gain anything from this? But she trusts Quinn, and she has for the past five years. That woman would never do anything to sabotage her career and, if she has a feeling, it's usually wise to follow it.

Her face scrunches up in thought and she peers at the faces of the three people, all waiting upon her answer. Finally, she returns to Finn, "what made you change your mind so quickly?"

"What?"

"Y-your response was the same as mine but now," she says, "you want to date me?"

"Look," he looks her dead in the eye, "I've got a crappy past and everyone knows about it. And nobody lets me forget about it. If we dated, then maybe some of that attention would go onto the relationship rather than my problem with drugs."

Rachel knows that he's being honest and understands his want to feel free from his past. And, for a minute, she almost feels sorry for him. Of course, she's seen what he's been through – it's on the news practically every day. Maybe he just needs a break.

"Plus you're hot and I could really use some arm candy." Or not.

"In spite of your latest comment," she sighs, "I'm going to say yes." Kurt and Quinn both grin, looking more than pleased with themselves, "that is, once you've formally asked me."

"What?" he frowns.

She shakes her head, sending a sickly sweet smile in his direction, "you have to ask me to be your girlfriend."

Finn stares at her like she's crazy which is granted as even she knows that she has her moments, "you do know that this isn't real, right? We're just pretending."

"Yes," she chuckles, "but we're going to do this properly. Rachel Berry never half commits."

"Did you just refer to yourself in the third person?" Kurt raises his eyebrow.

She waves off his comment, keeping her eyes firmly trained on Finn, "well, I'm waiting." When he turns to Kurt with a glance of disbelief, she clears her throat and narrows her eyes.

With a groan, he plasters on a smile and over enthusiastically asks, "Rachel, will you grant me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

"Why yes," she beams, "I will."

"Fantastic," he replies through gritted teeth.

"Is it over now?" her head snaps towards Quinn, "because we need to go."

"I suppose so. You don't have anything to add, do you Kurt?" The man shakes his head and Quinn carries on, "I'll tell you the rest of the plan after your photo shoot, but we really should get going." She goes to say goodbye to the two men, leaving Rachel in the presence of them.

Her smile rises to an eerie level. "Goodbye Kurt," she says, turning to Finn, "and goodbye to you, sweetheart. I'll see you later."

"Of course, honey," he shoots back as she begins walking out of the door. She sure hopes that Quinn doesn't expect her to "date" him for long or she'll be dealing with one extremely pissed diva.

I literally just wrote this in about twenty five minutes, so it might seem a little rushed.

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