Finn's mother said women found it romantic when guys cooked them dinner. Finn wanted to be romantic. He'd gone to her best friend for clues on what to make. Cake, ice cream and potatoes Santana said. Finn thought it sounded like an odd mix but he enjoyed all of them himself and they didn't sound too hard. He went to the store and bought a gallon of mint brownie flavored ice cream, a box of confetti cake mix along with a can of chocolate frosting. Lastly he got a bag of potatoes.
The ice cream only needed to be scooped and his mother had helped with the making and baking of the cake. She had to got to work but she told him baking potatoes was idiot proof, all he had to do wash wash them good and put them in a preheated oven at 350 for an hour or until they were soft. He washed them twice and put them in the hot oven.
An hour later Brittany was seated at the kitchen table rambling about practice as Finn took the potatoes out and placed them on the fancy looking serving dish. He failed to notice the blacked skin of the potatoes and he walked over to the table to present.
They were rock hard and burnt to the point of being unrecognizable, Finn was embarrassed and upset with himself. Brittany didn't seem to notice as she wolfed down two of them and three slices of cake. If she didn't care about them being burnt Finn wouldn't either.
"Thank you for dinner, Finn." She smiled sweetly. "It was great. Wanna make out now?"
