Finn Hudson knew by the look on his wife's face that she was upset. Actually she wasn't upset; she was pissed with a capital P. He could tell by the way her jaw was set and her right foot has not stopped moving since he screwed things up. It would bounce up and down in the air while she was sitting on the couch by the fireplace or it would tap softly against the hardwood floor while they were standing. He could also tell she was pissed because she kept playing with the hem of her blouse and she would twist the buttons of her coat with her fingers while she was talking. He tried to catch her eye, but it was no use. Rachel Berry was one scary lady when she was angry and he definitely didn't like it when her anger was directed at him.

It was their first official night out together without their two year old daughter, Ellie, in tow. Rachel was so nervous to leave her alone with his mother, Carole, and stepfather, Burt, but Finn convinced her to come with him to a work function that he needed to attend. He was banking on a raise and a possible promotion soon, so he knew schmoozing with his boss and the other cohorts at the company was a very good move in his favor. He went as far as promising her that every Friday for the next two months, he would take her and Ellie out anywhere they wanted to go in the city. Rachel agreed after much contemplation and even presented Finn with a meticulously planned list of activities that made Finn barely stifle a groan. She smiled sweetly at him before kissing him quickly and running out of the room before she could hear his protests. He sighed, realizing he made a deal with the devil.

The night seemed to be going as smooth as honey. It has been so long since Finn has been in a room with just adults; he ironically was as excited as a kid hopped up on sugar. He couldn't stop talking, moving, hell he couldn't stop smiling. Finn mingled with most of his coworkers and had Rachel at his side, chatting away with the other females or putting in a few comments here and there when the guys were talking about something that piqued her interest. She did seem to noticeably perk up when Finn's boss, Mark, started talking about a new Broadway play that was starting up soon. Finn smiled at his wife and pulled her closer to his side, including her in the conversation. Mark smiled at Rachel softly before speaking directly to her.

"So Rachel, Finn tells me you're quite a singer. He even told me that you've been in a few plays here and there."

She smiled graciously before speaking. "Well Finn has told you the truth. I was involved in a few off-Broadway plays before our daughter, Ellie, was born. I took almost a year off to be with her and I'm just starting to get back into it again."

"Well dear, that's good for you. It's always good to have dreams and ambitions. I hope everything works out for you. You seem like a sweet woman and anyone that can keep Finn in line is someone high up in my book." Mark slapped Finn on the back and smiled at the young man. Before Finn could say anything, Mark interjected, grinning from ear to ear.

"Say Finn, I have a few extra tickets to a play that my wife has been dying to see. It's next Saturday night and I would really love it if you and the missus would be able to join us."

"What play is it?" Rachel asked, a sparkle gleaming in her chocolate eyes.

"Chicago."

Finn felt Rachel stiffen next to him but it didn't really register in his mind until after he responded.

"We'd love to go." He looked at Rachel, expecting her to be smiling from ear to ear but the only thing he noticed was that her face had gone white and her mouth was opened slightly. He nudged her slightly breaking her out of her reverie. Rachel looked at Mark and smiled politely before excusing herself to go to the ladies room. Finn couldn't help himself, as he watched her walk away.

He really didn't think he did anything wrong. He thought she would be excited that he accepted those tickets from Mark even if he didn't consult her first. As the night wore on, Finn was starting to struggle with the emotions that were coursing through him. He put on a bright smile, pretending that everything was fine and dandy but on the inside he was starting to get real scared. Rachel has not said one word to Finn in over an hour. She barely even acknowledged that he was there and that frightened him more than anything.

Rachel was currently talking to a fellow co-worker's wife (he couldn't remember her name) and she was laughing at something the woman said. Finn couldn't help but smile softly, while watching her, as she brushed her bangs away from her eyes and slid her gaze toward him quickly before looking away. That was all the incentive he needed to stalk over to her, feeling slightly courageous from all the champagne he drank and excused Rachel from the conversation. He stumbled upon a spare bedroom earlier in the night, thinking it was the bathroom, and didn't hesitate to go in there once again with his wife. Shutting the door and locking it behind them, he turned on her with a look of pure anger.

"What the hell, Rach? Why are you so pissed off at me? I thought you would have been happy to get a chance to see this play. I overheard you talking about it with Mercedes a few weeks ago and Mark had an extra pair since his brother bailed. You know he knows the female lead. He went to college with her or something like that. Mark said we could meet the cast after the show if you wanted to. I don't understand what the big deal is?"

Rachel turned her gaze on Finn and he could see the anger burning behind her eyes and something else he couldn't quite seem to put his finger on. Nerves?

"Finn, I'm upset that you didn't ask me first. You just accepted the tickets without knowing what we have to do next weekend. Finn, we don't even have a babysitter."

"Well I don't think that's a problem. Marnie said she would watch Ellie if we ever needed a break."

"Finn, Marnie is 91 years old! Do you really think we can trust her with our daughter? Ellie is rambunctious; she's in her terrible two's. I don't think that's a great idea at all."

Rachel's gaze dropped to the floor before she turned around to gaze out the window. Finn could feel a flicker of something other than anger in his gut. Taking a step toward his wife, who was unusually quiet all of a sudden, he placed a hand on her shoulder before she turned to face him. She didn't look him directly in the eyes. Her gaze was fixed somewhere to the right of his head and he knew she was hiding something.

"Rach, what's going on?" He said softly, placing his other hand on her cheek. "There's something you're not telling me and I don't think this blow up has anything to do with not having a babysitter for Ellie."

She looked at him then and he could see all the different emotions flicker across her face in the matter of a few seconds. Finally, in defeat, Rachel took both of Finn's hands in hers before dropping the bomb on him.

"Finn, please don't get upset, okay? The only reason I don't want to see this show is because someone we once knew, long ago, is playing the male lead." She swallowed nervously.

"Well, who is it Rachel?"

"Jesse ."