Yes, yet another fic I am working on. I missed writing a multi-chapter and I've been itching to write a fic like this for a while so here I am fulfilling a finchel-prompt. I hope updates won't take too long on this one and I hope you all enjoy. :)

Finn was in the middle of a nap when his phone began ringing, the noise rousing him from the fantastic dream about a giant pair of breasts he was having and thrusting him into a conversation with a loud Latina he hadn't spoken to in months. He could hear her yelling in Spanish and the sound of a horn honking.

"Frankenteen, it's Santana," she started after the excess noise died down.

"Yeah, I got that from the screaming Spanish." He yawned widely and looked at the clock next to his bed. It was quarter to four which meant he had to be into the restaurant in about two hours. "What's up?"

"I'm calling because while I love my fiancée dearly, she's not the brightest bulb in the pack. Instead of throwing the recycling in the paper bin, she threw our RSVPs to the wedding in there and kept the recycling. So we have a few holes in our attendance list. I'm calling because you're one of those holes. I need to know what you checked off on your RSVP card."

Finn sat up and rubbed his face before climbing out of bed and stretching. "I'll be there. I remember checking that box."

"That's what I figured, but I can't remember if you said you were bringing someone or not. I figured you weren't because you always attend events stag-"

"I don't always attend events stag," he interjected before she could paint him as a sad sap that had never gotten over her. "Believe it or not, you aren't the only woman I've ever dated."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about Penelope. Did she finally deflate from you poking her so often?" She laughed into his ear, clearly pleased with herself.

"Penelope wasn't even mine! She was Puck's doll!"

"I seem to recall having a few pictures of you getting quite intimate with Penelope on more than one occasion."

"I was drunk and trying to be funny. For your information, I checked that I would be bringing a plus one and it will not be a blow-up doll."

Santana's tone turned to surprise. "Really? Well, this is a surprise. Are you paying for her services?"

"Did you ever think that maybe I don't talk about my love life with people because they tend to butt into it kinda like you are now? Who I date is my business and I don't want everyone else trying to tell me what to do. The last time I had such a public relationship it came back to bite me in the ass which you should remember since it was with you."

He heard her scoff. "Are you still pissed at me about that? It happened eight years ago, get over it. And I'm not butting. I'm merely trying to figure out what flaw this woman has that she would willingly go out in public with you." Santana chuckled.

"Santana…" he growled in return.

"Would you relax? I'm kidding. If you have found someone, I'm happy for you. But just to clarify, do you have a girlfriend?"

Finn groaned and exited his bedroom for the bathroom. "Just put me down on the guest list. I gotta go, Santana, I'll see you Saturday." He ended the call and threw his phone on the counter before hopping in the shower to get ready for work.

Sometimes he still wondered why he was friends with Santana. He had every reason not to be after what she had done to him, but at the same time, he still felt a connection with her. She had been his first serious girlfriend, the first girl he had ever slept with, his first heartbreak. Despite trying to distance himself from her, the universe seemed to keep bringing them back together so he decided to stop fighting it and allowed for a friendship to bloom. Once he got over his issues with her, they had been able to reach a comfortable place with one another and now eight years later he was attending her wedding.

As he climbed out of the shower and started drying off, his phone began to ring again. When he saw Kurt's name flash on the screen, he thought about ignoring the call figuring he'd just be calling to tell him not to wear so much plaid again or something stupid like that, but thought better of it when he remembered last time and how he showed up at his house to raid his closet instead.

"Hello, Kurt," he answered over speaker phone as he wrapped his towel around his waist, anticipating the flood of words that would be coming at him.

"Why didn't you tell me? I am your brother, I deserve to know these things before Santana. What happened to family first?" It all came out in one breath.

"Wait, slow down. What are you talking about?"

Kurt scoffed like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Hello? Your girlfriend? I had to hear from Santana Lopez that you have a new girlfriend? Who is she? Where did you meet? How long have you two been seeing each other? When did this happen and why haven't we heard anything about this yet?"

Finn stopped what he was doing and stared down at his phone. "Girlfriend? What are you talking about?"

Kurt sighed dramatically. "Really, Finn, you should have laid off the football in high school because clearly it has addled your brain. Your girlfriend…the one that Santana informed me you would be bringing to her wedding? She said that she called to find out the status of your RSVP and you said you were attending and bringing your secret girlfriend with you."

Finn gripped the edge of his sink and bowed his head between his arms. This wasn't happening. "She misunderstood what I said, Kurt."

"So you aren't bringing your girlfriend to her wedding? But we all want to meet her!"

"Kurt, I," then it hit him, "…wait, all? Who is all?"

"Me, Santana, Brittany, dad, mom-"

"You told mom?" he screeched into the phone as he picked it up. If his mom caught wind that he had a girlfriend, he'd never hear the end of it. She had been pestering him about meeting someone ever since he graduated high school.

"I didn't have to. Santana sent out a text to her entire phonebook stating you're bringing a date that isn't Penelope."

"You have got to be kidding me," he grumbled to himself until his phone beeped with call waiting. His mother's name shone and he knew she was going to be asking all the same questions Kurt was. "Dude, I gotta go. I have call waiting…for work." He didn't need Kurt knowing he was on the phone with his mom.

"You didn't answer any of my-" He clicked over before Kurt could even finish.

"Hey Mom," he attempted to greet cheerily. She was going to be sorely disappointed when he had to tell her the truth.

"I heard the news! You've got a girlfriend and you're bringing her to Santana's wedding. I'm so glad you're finally ready to introduce us to someone. All I've wanted was for you to find someone you're happy with…and grandchildren."

"Mom, about that…see…my girlfriend…"

"Tell me about her. We don't know anything because you never bring anyone around to meet us. I had to find out about the last one after she showed up at Doctor Moyer's office six months pregnant. She really had me scared that it was yours and I knew nothing about her. Thank goodness you two had been broken up for six months before she got pregnant."

That was when Finn realized he didn't have the heart to let his mother down again. She was just too excited for him to be happy, he didn't want to disappoint her and be laughed at again because he was showing up alone to one of his oldest friends' wedding.

"We haven't really been together that long," he lied, "but she's really excited about the wedding and meeting you. I'm sorry, Mom, but I need to get ready for work." Really he needed to get off the phone before he dug himself into a deeper hole.

"Alright. Tell her I look forward to meeting her on Saturday as well, okay? I love you, Finn. Have a nice night at work."

Finn said goodbye and hung up the phone before sinking onto the toilet and holding his head. He was screwed. Why couldn't he have just told Santana he would go alone? When he had put that he would be bringing a plus one, he was actually with someone he thought might be worthy of introducing to his family, until she moved to China for her job. He'd been single ever since, sometimes bringing home the occasional girl for a night of fun, but always booting them to the curb with some cab fare home the next morning. Honestly, he was growing tired of the whole courtship, dating type scene. If he was going to be with a girl, he wanted her to be the one, otherwise, some frivolous sex was enough to get him by. His heart had gone through the ringer with the girls he had given it to and he wasn't sure it could handle much more. But he had said to put him down for a plus one and somehow Santana had construed that to mean he had a girlfriend, which now he had three days to find.

He was screwed.

When Finn made his way into work that night, he was preoccupied with figuring out how he could fake having a girlfriend at Santana's wedding. There was always Santana's suggestion, paying someone to go with him, but that seemed sleazy, or he could actually find a girlfriend but he only had three days and that wasn't much time to find a good one. Then there was the plan he was leaning most towards, asking a friend for a favor. The only problem was, he wasn't sure if any friends would help.

As he leaned on the bar, he contemplated his options. He couldn't ask Quinn, everyone knew she was back with Puckerman and going as his date, he couldn't ask Mercedes as she was married, no one would believe him with Sugar, he didn't know many other quality girls.

"I am so sorry I am late," a feminine voice called from behind Finn as a blur of long brunette hair passed by him. "There was an accident on Broadway and I was stuck in a cab and just missed the train." Finn didn't say anything as she stood next to him, waiting for an answer. He just kept staring forward blankly, not moving or saying anything. She waved her hand in his face. "Finn? Is everything alright?"

Finally, he jolted back to life and looked down at the girl. As she stared back up at him with her wide, chocolate brown eyes, biting her lip with a shy smile on her face, a light bulb went off over his head. This was the girl. She was the one who could pass as his girlfriend.

Rachel was sweet and nice and cute and pretty, a little loud and overbearing, but if she was willing to help him, she would be perfect. He just needed to ask if she would and really sell it.

"Finn?"

His lip tugged up in a pleased half-smirk as his eyes scanned her body. "Yeah…"

Rachel's eyes flickered around the bar. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He leaned onto the bar. "Hey, Rachel, could I ask you a question?"

"Um, sure…?"

He leaned on the bar and looked in her eyes. "Are you doing anything on Saturday?"

Rachel's mouth fell open and she turned to grab an apron. "Um, no. Why, do you need me to work? I wouldn't mind picking up an extra shift."

"Actually, I was wondering if maybe you might want to go out with me." He shrugged and smiled at her again.

This time Rachel snorted and rolled her eyes. "I have to get to work. Happy hour is starting soon." She turned away from Finn and logged onto the computer under her employee number to start her bartending shift. A man who just sat at the bar caught her attention and she walked toward him to get his order. Finn followed behind her.

"That wasn't really an answer, Rachel."

Rachel turned around to go to the shelf to grab what she needed for a bourbon highball. "Finn, I'm a very busy woman, I don't exactly have time to date."

"But you just said you weren't busy on Saturday."

She swallowed and side glanced at him before pouring the bourbon. "Well, Saturday I'm not…but why would you want to go out with me? I'm your employee and I've seen the girls you leave here with some nights – big boobs, blonde hair, tall and leggy. It doesn't seem like I'm your type." She mixed the drink and walked back to the man.

"I don't have a type. I date women I find…interesting."

Rachel cocked her eyebrow at him before skirting around him to the other end of the bar. "You mean you date women who are willing to sleep with you, of which I am not. I'm sorry, Finn, but I'm just not interested."

"Well, what about a favor then?"

Rachel started laughing nervously. "I am not sleeping with you," she asserted, wondering if this fell under sexual harassment in the work place.

Finn shook his head and his hands, squashing that thought. "No, no, that's not what I need." He sighed and pulled her over to the side. "My friend is getting married on Saturday and everyone that will be there thinks I have a girlfriend but I don't. I said I was going to show up with one though…"

"And you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend," she deduced, crossing her arms over her chest.

"…Yeah."

"Why me? I've worked here two months now and you've hardly spoken to me and when you have it's only been about work. I am nothing like the girls you parade through here with. So why would you ask me?"

Finn stepped closer. "You're nice, sweet, pretty; you just seem like a good person. I think you'd probably make a really great girlfriend. I know I don't know you very well, but every time we talked, we've gotten along."

Rachel fought not to be flattered. She didn't want her cheeks to flush and her giggles to betray her. She flipped the acting switch and turned on the attitude. "You walk out of here with pretty girls. Why not take one of them?"

"None of them have a degree in theatre."

"So you only want me to go with you because I can act?"

"That's not the only reason, but it would be helpful."

"I still don't fully understanding why. Why do you have to have a girlfriend? Just take a date. I'm sure you can get one just fine."

Finn took a deep breath and leaned on the back counter. "It's just…my family is really excited to meet my girlfriend because I don't bring women I like home that often. They think I've been single for eight years so I know my mother is flipping out and will be really disappointed if I show up alone. I don't want to pay someone to act like the perfect girlfriend and I can't trust some random girl to play the part and everyone already knows my friends so they wouldn't believe if we were dating. You would be perfect though. You're the girl next door and my mom would love you."

"So you want to lie to your mother? What happens if she does love me? Are we supposed to keep pretending to date? That's deceitful. Are you really comfortable lying to your friends and family?"

"It's just for a night and then we can have a spectacular break-up."

"So then you're mother can hate me? No thanks." Rachel pushed past Finn and moved to another person at the bar.

"She won't hate you. We'll have a mutual split and then we'll move on to find real relationships or whatever. It's just one night. That's all I'm asking. There's an open bar, free food, dancing, knowing Santana there will be karaoke… Please? I won't ask for anything from you again." Finn gave her a pouty puppy dog face and Rachel could feel her face getting flush despite her efforts at quelling the goofy teenage girl in her.

She shook her head and closed her eyes before turning back to Finn. "Can I get some time to think about it?"

Finn's expression turned hopeful. "You're going to think about it?"

"As much as I find lying deplorable, I understand the need to want to show off and I know how depressing it can be to go to a wedding alone. Can I give you my answer tomorrow?"

Finn's grin cracked into a face splitting smile and he gave her a startled hug. "Thank you, Rachel. Of course you can. Anything you want."

"Great. Can I go back to work now?"

"Yeah, yeah. Yeah." Finn backed away slowly and left Rachel alone in the bar to handle the incoming crowd while he got busy celebrating his good fortune.

That night when Rachel went home, she thought about her shift at work. It had been surreal Finn asking her to pretend to be his girlfriend to please his family. She barely knew him and he barely knew her. He hadn't even been the one who hired her, Noah had because he thought she was 'sneaky hot' and Jews needed to stick together. But there Finn was…all cute and innocent trying to sway her with his dimples and little smile. She had to admit, her boss was cute and she had entertained some fantasies of being the one on his arm at the end of the night, but she wasn't stupid enough to get involved with the man who paid her. She needed that job and she wasn't going to let a silly little crush get her fired.

But it could be fun to play that part just for one night. What would it hurt? She could have a good night out with a hot guy which was something she hadn't done in a while. It had been so long since Rachel had a night out or had a boyfriend or even a date. She figured she was a last ditch effort but being that he needed her…well she felt rather powerful. In some ways, she had the upper hand here.

As Rachel fell asleep that night, she played what the wedding could possibly be like with Finn as her date and when she woke up the next morning, she knew she was going to say yes. She was no match against those dimples.

The next day when Rachel strolled into work, she went right up to Finn before even clocking in.

"I have one condition if you want a date for Saturday."

Finn looked stunned but nodded. "Sure."

"It has to be real. No half-assing it, got it?"

He squinted as he looked at her. "By real you mean…"

"I mean, real. We need to act like a couple which means, hand holding, hugging, kissing, doing all the gross coupley stuff. If we're going to fool anyone it needs to be natural as well. I may be an actress, but you aren't an actor so we may need to work on it. So, we have two days to create a relationship. Can you do that?"

Finn nodded and looked around the restaurant before turning back to her and quietly asking, "Do you wanna do dinner tonight?"

"I can't. I have to work."

"Consider it a paid business dinner. Puck can cover the bar tonight. Come on, let's go." Finn jumped over the counter and put his hand on the small of Rachel's back to lead her out of the restaurant. They had a lot to do in a very short amount of time.

He just hoped they could pull it off.