DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee or the characters.

Chapter 1

An early morning, Finn Hudson was running through central park. His forehead was slightly shining with sweat as he admired the beautiful view while listening to some music. Suddenly, he felt someone smash into him and hot liquid splash to his arm. There was a small, brunette lady who had spilled her coffee all over his arm and her shirt. Finn quickly took out his earplugs and heard her gasp as she noticed the huge stain on her shirt.

"I'm so sorry," Finn said as he leaned down to pick up the lady's empty coffee bottle.

"I'm gonna be late," the lady mumbled worriedly to herself as she, without success, was trying to wipe the stain off of her shirt with her bare hand.

"I'm really sorry," Finn repeated as he handed the pink bottle to her.

She looked up at him with a worried expression and she then shoved the pink bottle into her oversized bag, "It's okay, it wasn't your fault," she said trying to fake a smile.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" He volunteered.

She shook her head, glancing back down to her stained shirt then back up at him with a sigh, "I have an audition, I can't miss it, but I can't show up like this" she said pointing to her shirt.

"I-I'll take you to your house so you can change? My car's right here, it's the least I can do," Finn offered as he, in his mind, thanked God that he had actually brought his car and not just jogged from his house to the park.. "I'm really sorry."

She took a deep breath and nodded. She couldn't arrive late; this audition was everything she's been waiting for. "Would you?"

He led her to his car, after politely opening the door for her he got in, buckled up, and asked for directions. As he was driving he could see that the nameless lady next to him was struggling to wipe the stain with a piece of cloth she had taken out of her bag, her worried expression still glued to her delicate face.

"My name's Finn," he said, breaking the silence.

"Rachel," she said drily, too busy to be bothered. He nodded and decided to stay quiet.

He pulled up in front of a tall building and asked, "Do you want me to take you to your audition too?"

"Would it be too much to ask?" She requested with a small, shy small on her lips. He smiled and nodded, unable to say no. "I won't take too long!" She called as she stepped out of the car and ran inside the building.

As Finn was waiting for her, he processed everything that had happened. He was, in the small seat of his car, waiting for someone who he had just met moments ago.

The unexpected does really happen.

Finn looked around before smelling his armpits to make surethat he didn't stink. He then inspected himself in the mirror, he was definitely sweaty, the tips of his hair were moist. He stopped, took a deep breath, and turned on the radio.

What was he doing?

He shook away his thoughts about her, about Rachel. He, instead, decided to concentrate on the song that was on. He hummed along with the overplayed song.

He was tapping his fingers on his lap along with the rhythm of the song when he heard the door open; he stopped and lowered the volume as she was getting inside.

He smiled at her, "Ready?"

Rachel smiled and nodded as she buckled up, "Thank you; I don't know what I would've done without you."

He smiled to himself as he started the car," You wouldn't have had to come here in the first place," he chuckled and she smiled. "What are you auditioning for?"

"Broadway," she smiled brightly and then began talking about what was her dream, Broadway. She talked during the entire ride, explaining everything to Finn. He listened carefully and nodded every once in a while.

They arrived to the address Rachel had given him; she smiled and giggled, realizing that she had talked nonstop, "I'm sorry, I talk too much."

He smiled and shrugged, "Hey, at least you got to warm up your voice for your audition," he winked.

She smiled brightly with a hint of a blush in her cheeks, "Thank you, Finn," she kept smiling as she got out of the car, she closed the door and waved before running inside.

Finn smiled and waved back, as she ran he saw something fall off her bag, something pink. He rushed out of his car to get it; it was her pink coffee bottle.

"Rachel!" he called out hoping that she would hear him but she was no longer in view, but there was no answer. "Rachel!"

After calling for the second time he noticed that there as one person walking out, he looked at Finn with an eyebrow raised. Finn licked his lips nervously, suddenly feeling intimidated by his glare; which was weird because Finn barely felt intimidated, due to his height. Finn looked around, rubbed the side of his neck, sighed, and went back to his car. He drove home, arrived, and placed the pink bottle on the counter before heading to the shower.

When Finn finished showering, he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Nice bottle, Hudson!" He heard his roommate say, Finn automatically rolled his eyes. Typical Puckerman. "Where did you get it from? Victoria Secret?"

Noah Puckerman, Finn's roommate, was sitting on the couch watching something on the TV as he juggled the pink bottle.

"Leave it where it was. It isn't mine," Finn told him as he made his way to his room.

"Whose is it?" Puck called out.

"Someone I met, she accidentally dropped it," Finn shouted from his room as he got dressed. He walked out to the living room while he shook the towel on his hair to dry it. Puck stood up from the couch and Finn raised an eyebrow as Puck walked to the counter.

"Was she hot?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," Finn said nonchalantly.

"Hot enough to fuck?" Puck asked as he began thrusting his hips into counter.

"Dude!" Finn chuckled and rolled his eyes as he plopped down on the couch.

Puck chuckled, "Did she drop it on purpose? Like that Disney chick?" he returned to the couch after leaving the bottle on the counter.

"No, she accidentally dropped it. Accidentally," Finn repeated as he got the remote on his hands, "What are you watching?"

"Lame movie," Puck said as he kicked off his shoes.

"Where's Quinn?" Finn asked and glanced at Puck before switching the channels.

"Friends," was all that came out from Puck's mouth.

Finn nodded, stood up, and tossed the remote at Puck, "Do you think I should take it to her?"

Finn looked at the pink bottle before walking to the fridge. He opened and began to look for something to eat.

"If you know her address…"

"I do," said Finn as he took out a Tupperware with what he thought had macaroni inside. "Dude, what the hell is this?"

Finn tossed whatever was in the Tupperware to the kitchen's sink, his nose scrunched because of the odor. Puck turned around and shrugged.

"Dunno, Monday's dinner?" Puck said nonchalantly as he looked for something to watch in the TV. "Why do you know her address?"

"I took her there," Finn replied while he washed the now empty Tupperware.

"Why, dude? Are you that desperate to get laid that you now work as a taxi driver?"

Finn rolled his eyes, "I was jogging and accidentally tripped on her or something, her coffee got spilled on her shirt and she was running late so I took her home."

Finn got an apple from the fridge and went back to the couch as Puck said, "So that's where you got that bottle from? How old is she, six? What's up with the bright pink color?"

Finn shrugged his shoulders and answered with his mouth full, "Dunno."

The two friends hanged out in their apartment, ordered some food, and watched some movies. When it was past seven Finn spoke up.

"Should I take her the bottle?"

"Man up, go if you want to. Quit asking me."

Finn sighed and glanced at the bottle, he sure wasn't going to keep it. "I think I'll go, she will probably need it tomorrow."

Puck rolled his eyes as he ate some chips; Finn stood up, grabbed the bottle, and left.

His palms were starting to get wet; he was nervous and sweating, "What the hell?" He mumbled to himself. He got to his car and rubbed his palms on his lap before starting the car. He turned on the radio and raised the volume until he could no longer hear his own thoughts.

He arrived to the huge building. What was he thinking? He did not know the number of her apartment or her last night. He took a deep breath as he was thinking about he was gonna do.

He saw someone walking out of the building; he based his decision on that person.