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5 Years Earlier

Rachel watched herself in the mirror turning to all angles, making sure her dress was just right. This black number was her 'best impressions' number with a nice, low-but-modest rounded neck, hugging her curves in the right places and ending just a little above her knees. She fumbled through her shoes, eventually deciding on a pair of mid-heels. Rachel hadn't been on many dates in her life. The two she had been on were disasters. They had both been in high school. The first boy turned out to be all sorts of creepy, almost as though he was infatuated with her from an instance. The second barely noticed her on the date. He spoke of himself, asked her questions but proceeded to answer them- about himself.

It had been two years since Rachel had graduated from high school and had concentrated on her budding career as a musician. She focused on her studies at Julliard, majoring in Vocal Arts. Opera wasn't what she aimed for but since she had the abilities for it; her fathers had encouraged her to seek upon it, giving her an advantage for when she would eventually be given the chance to perform on Broadway someday. That or use her talents to inspire and help others around her. Maybe have her own music school someday. Who knows?

Rachel looked around her lounge to where her purse had been left, grabbing her keys and phone, making sure everything was there. Her date was supposed to arrive at 7. It was now 7.30 and he was still a no show. She knew it was a bad idea to let her roommate and best friend to convince her to go on a blind date. Sarah, who she had known ever since kindergarten and could easily be considered the sister she never had, told Rachel all about this guy she had met at one of her classes. He was supposedly cute, tall and very charming. After a long debate about why Rachel needed to get back into the dating game, she finally caved in and agreed. Of course, Sarah neglected to mention that she had a thing for this guy's best friend and since they'd both been on a few dates together, thought Rachel and Jason's friend Finn could hook up and they could all go on double dates. Convenient.

It was now 8.30pm and 'Finn' still hadn't shown. Sitting by her window, tapping her fingers and singing to herself Rachel began to wonder if this guy would ever show. Eventually, she grabbed her phone and dialled Sarah's number.

'I hate you' she grumbled into her phone as Sarah picked up.

'I love you too Rae, what's up? How is the date going? Heated up huh? Phoning to give me all the gory details so far?' Sarah mused excitedly; Rachel could sense her friends excitement and giddiness.

'NO!' She exasperated, 'This supposed 'charmer' you've set me up with is an HOUR late. He can't be much of a charmer if he can't even tell time. I don't know why I even agreed to this. I swore off dating until after college and a good job.' She listened to Sarah's response as she blew at her curls, watching them bounce up and down with each blow on them.

'Come on Rae, it's been 3 years since your last date. You're 19 going on 20, live a little. Besides, Jason swears Finn is a nice guy and that you'd both make a very cute and musical couple. Did I tell you Finn plays the drums and majors in Percussion? Didn't you say you have a thing for drummers? Something about the beat of a drum? He may be YOUR drummer Ray'

Rachel let out a sigh, 'a drummer you say?' she whispered. 'Fine, I'll give it 15 more minutes before I give up on this. You owe me big time Fluff. You just want me to date this guy so we can all hang out and go on double dates'

'That may be true Rae but it's also because I love you and want you to be as happy as I am. Have fun sweetie. I'll see you when I get home tomorrow morning'. With that, Sarah ended the call just in time for the doorbell to ring.

Rachel stood up, checking her hair and face in the mirror one last time before walking over to the door. As she opened it, she liked what she saw. He really was cute. She instantly noticed his cute smile and adorable dimples. She liked how his hair was styled a little like Jimmy Neutrons. He was also tall like Sarah said. Like REALLY tall. She almost wished she had picked out her highest pair of stilettoes. Giving him a quick look over from top to toe, she noticed he was wearing a pair of jeans, a plain black v neck and a leather jacket on top. She felt as though he made no effort, looking like he just rocked up. Realising neither had said anything yet she started off the introductions.

'You must be Finn? I'm Rachel, but I'm sure you know that already since you agreed to go out with me. You do realise you're over 2 hours late. You were supposed to pick me up at 7, it is now 9.15'

He looked at her with a look she couldn't read. 'yeah, no, Jason told me your name. I am Finn. You ready to go?' He mustered as he tucked his hands into his pockets. Who was this girl? She was so intense and they hadn't even been on a date yet. He watched as she grabbed her poncho and purse and walked out, closing the door behind her. Jason was right about her. She was 'sneaky hot' as he'd put it. She had beautiful big brown eyes and a bright, white smile. Something about her smile made her seem so vulnerable. She was petite, but DAMN, she had long legs. Finn had his fair share of dates with numerous girls but never had he felt intimidated or so scared by a girl's beauty AND personality at the same time.

He'd only been two hours late because he met this girl at the café and they'd got talking and one thing led to another. He'd left the girl, not really remembering her name, promising to go back around 10ish. He wasn't about to tell her he had a date he was forced into and he wasn't about to tell this Rachel chick he was just with another girl, making him late for her. He wasn't usually like this but lately he felt like he needed to be a bit 'bad' and, well, it wasn't his fault his smile made people of the opposite sex melt.

As they walked out of the block he apologised. 'Sorry for being so late. I er, was er. Helping out a friend and er, you know'. He looked back at her to see she was giving him a look to say she was just ready to just get on with the rest of the night.

He led her to his motorcycle, grabbing a helmet and offering her one too. He noticed she didn't look too happy; her mouth falling open, her eyes growing bigger in anger.

'You expect me to get on that? Are you insane?' she asked him in shocked yet calm manner. 'My hair is in a tight bun which excludes the helmet and my dress. There is NO WAY I'm getting on that thing with this dress'. She nodded as she stepped back a little.

'Come on princess. Trust me, I noticed the dress but I don't own a car, I ride. The restaurant I had in mind is a little further out. We can't walk it' he argued back.

'We can take my car' she countered. 'It's just over there and is more convenient.' They had a little stare off before he finally gave in, securing his helmets back on to his bike.

'Fine' he huffed as he followed her path, only to be led to a little pink Beetle.

'You honestly expect me to get in that thing' he pointed in frustration. 'It's fine for small cutsie people like you. Not so great for someone of my size', throwing his hands about to emphasise his point.

'Had you actually bothered to turn up on time we could have figure out something else to do or be able change our plans but seeing that you have trouble telling time and appeared two hours late making it impossible to change plans this will have to do.'

Rachel climbed into her car preparing herself as Finn stood outside the passenger side door, staring at her in disbelief. Eventually, he gave in and got in. Even through her frustration Rachel found his inability to fit into her small Beetle a little amusing. He was a slightly hunched over, knees above his waist, clearly in a position almost like he was seated on a child seat. He looked over at her in annoyance giving her one of his sarcastic smiles while noting that her inability to hide her amusement at his discomfort was cute.

As he buckled up and Rachel started the car, Finns phone began to ring. Taking it out, he looked at it. 'Sorry, I've got to take this. It's the friend, er, in need, from earlier'. She nodded, giving him permission to answer as she began to drive off.

'Hey! yeah. I'll see you in a bit' he mumbled to the person on the phone, glancing at Rachel. 'Actually, maybe we can, you know, a little earlier. I don't think I'll be as late as I thought' he continued quieter than before so Rachel wouldn't hear it properly.

If she was right, she'd say Finn was flirting with whoever was on the other side of the call. She realised he hadn't quite noticed but she could hear the other person on the phone and could tell it was a female; also sounding flirty. Was this guy really arranging to meet a girl after a date with her? She pulled up at a red light only to be thrown off by what she was to hear next.

'You know, we could do what we were doing before I left. This looks like it's going to be a waste of time anyway'. Finn thought he was being discreet as he ended his phone call to notice Rachel staring at him, giving him the death glare.

'What do you take me for? You showed up two hours late because you we're with a girl. Don't try to deny it Mr Not-So-Discreet. You don't think I heard the FEMALE on the other side of that conversation. You also need to practice your whispering or mumbling because I heard and understood all of that!'

Damn! Who the hell was this chick? She's making it sound like he betrayed her like she was his girlfriend. They haven't even been on their date.

'You know what, I don't believe I agreed to do this. I actually thought you'd be decent from what Sarah and Jason told me but it seems you're just like every other deplorable and incompetent jerk. You have the audacity to sit in my car and arrange a booty call. While. I. Drive. Us. To. A. Date' She hit him with her purse on his shoulders as she exaggerated her last sentence only for him to stare at her, holding his hands up as though he was trying to defend himself from the purse, flinching with every hit.

'Hey! Maybe I wouldn't resort to it if you weren't being so intense and uptight right now. Lighten up'

'Lighten up? LIGHTEN UP?' she yelled back at him as she pulled over.

'Look, we just get to the restaurant and then forget this disaster ever happened after tonight.' He argued back mumbling 'I can't wait for tonight to be over'.

She just stare back at him in disbelief.

'You know what? Just get out of my car.' Her anger was seething out of her teeth and now it was his turn to look at her in disbelief.

'You want me to get out? What about the date?', he asked as he was squeezing his way out of the passenger side door.

'I've wasted enough time getting ready for this and getting this far. I don't want to be on a date with someone who doesn't appreciate the effort and calls it a disaster before it's even begun. Just forget it, go back to your hoochie!' tears started to make their way to her eyes but she wasn't going to let him see her cry.

'How am I supposed to get back to my motorcycle? I NEED TO GET HOME' he yelled as she steered off.

'Walk you imbecile' she called out as she drove off only seeing his defeated image with his hands running through his hair and then in the air through her rear view mirror.

She hoped to never see him again.

He stood there for a few minutes before he began to walk towards the closest bus stop hoping it would lead him somewhere near home.

Jason said this chick was a little intense but that was TOO intense. What was this girl on? Had she not been this scary he could totally made their date a longer thing. She was cute, beautiful actually, even when her nose was flaring in anger. But he was glad he'd never have to see her again. Jason and his new squeeze could always carry on without the two of them never having to meet again.

Lucky him he thought.

As Rachel got into her house she dropped her accessories on the kitchen counter before making herself over to the coffee machine to grab herself a cup. She couldn't believe she wasted her time with all that, with him. Sure, he was cute and stuff, but he was also the biggest loser she had to compare now. He reminds her why she shouldn't bother with guys now…just wait for a man after college is done.

She grabs her phone, sending Sarah a quick text.

'I really do hate you. The date didn't even take off and it's far worse than the one I had with Jacob or Jesse. Finn's the biggest jerk and I won't be sorry if I was to never see him again. See you tomorrow. Tell Jason he needs better friends. X'