A/N: So, I've almost finished my story Sometimes Love Needs Guidance and I need another story to work on when it's done. This is just an idea I had. I don't know if it's any good so please read and then let me know.

"LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTEEEEEEEEEED!" Rachel screamed loudly as she turned the volume of the music up to full. Everyone in the room cheered enthusiastically and held their cups into the air.

Rachel Berry was known for her parties. On the first Saturday of every month, Rachel would host a huge party and invite everyone in town. It was the event that everyone looked forward to as she threw the best parties. Rachel was in competition with herself to make each party better than the last; because of this, the parties just got better.

Tonight was no exception. The music was loud, alcohol was flowing, and all the guests were having a great time. Rachel grinned to herself at everyone having a good time. Entertaining was what Rachel did best, so seeing everyone having a good time because of her made her happy.

"Rachel," A mohawked boy who was by the drinks table shouted. "Get over here."

Rachel smiled and made her way over to him. A group of people congratulated her for another great party on the way. When she reached him, three other boys and a girl were gathered around the small table.

"We're doing shots." The boy said, handing her one. "Do one with us?"

Rachel nodded and accepted the shot of Vodka. On the count of three, they all brought their glasses to their lips and tipped their heads back. Rachel gulped the liquid down, squinting as it left a burning sensation in her throat. Fully used to the pain, she smiled after the feeling subsided.

"One more?" A blonde girl who was also at the party asked.

"Sure." Rachel grabbed the half empty bottle of Vodka and topped up everyone's glasses.

"Let's make a toast." One of the group stated. "To another incredible party, and to Rachel for planning it."

"Cheers!" Everyone said happily.

They all clinked their glasses and downed the bitter drink. Rachel slammed her empty glass down on the table and smiled.

"It's time to get me drunk." She said with a cheeky smile.

As the night rolled on, Rachel drank more and more alcohol. An hour later, it was fair to say she was relatively drunk and having a good time. As she used a shot glass as a microscope, her room-mate, Brittany Pierce, a sweet blonde girl who she met a few years ago, came rushing over to her.

"Rachel, I need your help." She said with urgency.

"What is it?" Rachel slurred as she stood up straight.

"Mrs Gregory's at the door again." Brittany told her.

No more needed to be said. Rachel sighed and stumbled her way to the door. Mrs Gregory was the old woman who lived in the apartment under Rachel and Brittany's. Whenever Rachel threw a party, Mrs Gregory had something to say about it. And it was always something bad.

When Rachel reached the door, she leant against the frame to stop the room from spinning in front of her. Surely enough, the woman, who was smaller than Rachel (if that was possible), was stood at the door. She had grey, permed hair and thick, over-sized glasses. She squinted when Rachel appeared with messy hair and alcohol on her breath.

"Mrs Gregory, what a pleasant surprise!" Rachel faked enthusiasm to see her neighbour.

"I wish I could say the same." The old woman replied, not hiding her disgust at Rachel.

"Who pee'd in your corn flakes?" Rachel asked, missing out the foul language from the well-known phrase for the sake of the elderly woman.

"It's that time of the month." The old woman replied, sadness in her tone. Rachel wrinkled her nose in disgust and frowned at the woman.

"You still have that? I'd have thought menopause would have hit you around twenty years ago."

The old woman at the door frowned at Rachel, shocked she thought that's what she meant. "Not that! The time you throw a party!"

"Oh," Rachel smiled in amusement at the mistake. "Sorry. Yeah, it's that time. Wanna join us?" Rachel stepped to the side of the door to allow the elderly woman to enter. However, the woman stayed where she was stood and scowled at Rachel.

"No I do not 'wanna join' you!" She said in frustration. "I want you to turn the music down!"

"Come on Mrs Gregory, that would ruin the fun!" Rachel prompted. This was a conversation she had with at least one of her neighbours every month. She could usually use her charming personality and attractiveness to stop their complaining. However, she already knew that this would certainly not work with Mrs Gregory.

The stubborn old woman seemed to find joy in making other people miserable. Especially Rachel, whom she had taken an instant disliking to the minute Rachel moved into the building. If shutting down this party would make Rachel unhappy, then shut down this party Mrs Gregory would do.

"You are currently ruining my sleep." Mrs Gregory informed her. "So could you turn the music down."

"I can't do that." Rachel said, almost apologetically, though it wasn't sincere. "Can you not just hang in there for another three hours?"

"Three hours?" Mrs Gregory asked in disbelief. "I am an old woman, I need sleep!"

"Then turn off your hearing aid!"

"I don't need this cheek from young hooligans like yourself." Mrs Gregory stated. "If you don't turn that music down in the next minute, I'm calling the police."

Rachel watched through narrowed eyes as the old woman hobbled away. Brittany, who had been standing behind Rachel and listening, moved to stand beside Rachel. "What are we going to do?" She asked worriedly.

"Relax." Rachel turned away from the door with her arms folded across her chest. "She's bluffing."

"Are you sure? She seems pretty serious this time." Brittany always panicked about the police getting involved since she was being fined for offences every other week.

"Am I ever wrong about this stuff?" Rachel asked rhetorically. "Come on, let's go get another drink. I think I'm sobering up a little with so much talking and not enough drinking.

A little while later, the party was still very much alive. Rachel flirted with a man who she didn't actually know, someone must have just brought him along as a plus one. She touched his one of his biceps and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"You must work out." She said with pleasant surprise.

The man smiled and nodded, impressed by Rachel's reaction to his toned body. However, before he could carry on the conversation, a man came over and tapped Rachel's shoulder. She turned around and frowned when she saw the man standing behind her.

"Brody, what are you doing here?" Rachel asked, folding her arms across her chest. "You weren't invited."

"You know me, never one to miss a party." The boy smirked.

Brody Weston was Rachel's ex-boyfriend. They had dated for a while months ago, before Rachel discovered that he was a male prostitute. Needless to say, the relationship didn't work out. Since the break up, Brody had tried to get back together with Rachel, but she wasn't interested. Rachel automatically assumed he was here to ask her out again, which explains her next words.

"I know why you're here, Brody, but the answer is no." She said firmly.

"Relax, Rach, that's really not why I'm here. I'm just here to have a good time." Brody assured her. "But me and some other guys want to do body shots, and I know for a fact you have a good body to do them from."

"Normally, I'd love to help out," Rachel said. "But I don't think you could handle doing a body shot off me, without wanting to get back together with me."

"Don't flatter yourself, Rach." Brody said, taking a step towards her.

Rachel looked up at him challengingly, but he didn't falter. She smiled slightly. "Fine." She said, smirking a little.

As they began walking to the table, Rachel grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Some boys nearby stared and wolf-whistled, giving Rachel more confidence.

When they reached the table, she hopped on and laid down. A boy put some salt on her stomach, another placed a shot glass between her breasts and made her squeeze together her cleavage to keep it an place, the last put a slice of lime in her mouth.

People around all cheered. "Shot. Shot. Shot. Shot." To prompt Brody to take the shot.

Brody licked the salt of Rachel's stomach, frowning at the bitterness; he moved up to her breasts, taking the shot glass and downing the liquid, causing his face to contort in disgust; he then moved to Rachel's mouth, taking the lime into his mouth and sucking the sour liquid from it. Brody spat the lime from his mouth and looked down at the beautiful girl in front of him. He leaned back down and kissed Rachel, causing everyone to cheer.

Rachel grabbed Brody's head and kissed him hard, adding tongue hungrily. This was a party, right? While the were still kissing, Brittany rushed over to Rachel and tapped her to get her attention.

"Rachel, I need your help again." Brittany said with urgency.

"Deal with it Brittany, I'm busy." Rachel brushed away, without looking away from Brody.

"It's the police." Brittany informed her.

Rachel looked up in surprise. Maybe Brittany couldn't handle this after all. Rachel pushed Brody off her and stood up, rushing to the door. She tried to go quickly but ended up stumbling as the room spun before her. She grabbed her top off the floor on the way and appeared at the door.

Rachel paused when she caught sight of the police officer in front of her. He was tall. Very tall. He had messy brown hair that Rachel could envision herself making a whole lot messier. His brown eyes looked at her, filled with kindness, despite the fact he was trying to be serious. Even with his uniform on, Rachel could tell he was fit and muscular. He was one of the most attractive men Rachel had ever seen. So she pulled on her top quickly and smiled at him.

"Hello, Officer, can I help you with anything?" She asked, flirtatiously leaning on her door frame.

"That depends," The Officer said, his voice deep and dreamy. "Are you Rachel Berry?"

"I am." Rachel said, smiling at the cute man. "And you are?"

"The man that's about to shut down this party." The policeman answered cockily.

Rachel raised her eyebrows, surprised by his bluntness. "Woah, woah, wait a minute," Rachel squinted and leaned forward, looking at the man's name tag. "Officer Hudson, why would you do that?"

"The station has had numerous complaints about the volume of this music." The man answered.

"Is this about Mrs. Gregory?" Rachel asked in an annoyed tone. "Listen, she hates me, the music really isn't that loud."

The policeman frowned at what Rachel said. He tugged up the corner of his mouth into a smirk. Even his smirk was cute. "You do realise that I can hear the music, right?"

Rachel smiled at him and laughed slightly. "Look, can't we just keep this party going? A lot of people would be disappointed if they had to leave now."

"That would be a shame, wouldn't it?" Officer Hudson said with fake sympathy. "Too bad. This party has to end."

"Well," Rachel stopped his by touching his arm flirtatiously, smiling when she realised how strong it felt. "How about we come up with some sort of... agreement?" She said suggestively.

"Are you flirting with me?" Officer Hudson asked in disbelief.

"That depends, do you want me to be flirting with you?"

"No." The he shook his head, though Rachel noticed he didn't seem so sure. "I want you to shut the party down."

Officer Hudson tried to walk past Rachel and get into the party room, but Rachel stopped him. "Please don't do this." She begged.

He stopped and looked down at her. "I'll give you two options. Either you can go in there, turn off the music and tell everyone to leave; or I will."

Rachel stood, arms folded firmly across her chest, outside the door of her apartment while all her guests were forced to leave. Officer Hudson was in there, making sure everyone left. She had never actually had a party shut down before, she always got out of it somehow. But this policeman was determined and he made sure it ended before he left. However, strangely enough, Rachel wasn't as annoyed as she expected to be; she was more endeared by his confidence and determination.

As Rachel was smiling apologetically at each guest that left her apartment, she found herself smiling apologetically at Officer Hudson as he exited with the stream of people. He stood next to her, folding his arms across his chest in a dominant way.

"You didn't have to do this." Rachel told him, without looking at him. She was worried that if she looked at him then she would get too lost in his dreamy looks to give him a hard time.

"Actually, I did." He replied, looking down at her. "Your neighbours were complaining."

"You still didn't have to." Rachel said quietly.

"You know, if the landlord gets a lot of complaints about you, he can kick you out." The officer informed her as he watched the guests leave.

Rachel sighed and decided not to argue back. She leant against the wall and looked up at the Officer. "What's your name?" She asked curiously.

"You know, Officer Hudson." He replied as if it was obvious.

"Your first name." Rachel clarified. "Your badge says F. Hudson, so what does the 'F' stand for?"

The man looked down at her with an amused look on his face. "I'm not going to tell you that. As far as you're concerned, my name is Officer Hudson."

"Fine." Rachel said with a shrug. "I'll guess it." Rachel noted how Officer Hudson looked down at her and smiled with only one side of his lips. It was the most charming half-smile Rachel had ever seen. She looked down as she didn't want to get too attracted to him.

"Go ahead, you'll never guess it." He said, turning his smile into a confident grin.

"Is it Frank?" Rachel asked, looking up at him. She took his silence as a no. "Fredrick?" Still silent. "Francis?... Fred?... Flint?..." Rachel listed, all greeted by silence. "Floyd?..." Rachel began running out of ideas. "Fernando?"

The corner of the Officer's lips pulled up slightly into a small smile. Rachel grinned in accomplishment. "That's your name isn't it?" She asked.

The man looked down at her, a half amused, half embarrassed look on his face. "I can assure you, I'm not called Fernando." He told her.

"Of course you'd say that," Rachel said. "You don't want me to know your name."

The Officer shook his head, still looking amused. He watched as the last of the people left Rachel's apartment, before turning to face her. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, ma'am." He said cheekily, trying to get her riled up. He turned around to leave but felt Rachel grab his arm.

"Fernando," She said, convinced that was his name. "How about you come in for a drink before you leave?" She ran her hand up and down his arm flirtatiously. "Besides, I have a lot of alcohol that need to be drank, thanks to you."

"Listen, Ma'am." The man said turning to her. "As a police officer, my job is to protect people by preventing crime and ensuring that the law in maintained. Unfortunately, crime isn't going to stop just so that I can have a drink with you."

"No," Rachel admitted. "But you can tell the station that this party took longer to shut down than expected."

Fernando smiled slightly and began to back away. "Have a good nigh ma'am." He called to her, before turning around and walking away.

Rachel watched his tall body as he left. She stood outside her apartment until he was no longer in sight. It was officially her mission to get Officer Fernando Hudson on a date.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, but let me know what you think. Should I continue this? Or should I try another idea? Please leave me a review to let me know!