Finn POV
"Finn, hey Finn" Rachel's whisper snapped me out of my "I'm-pretending-to-be-paying-attention-but-I-don't-get-a-single-word-your-saying" face. I turned to the short brunette who was sitting beside me. "Look down" she mouthed. Oh, crap was I drooling our something? I looked down. Oh good, it was just a note that had "Finn" written on it in small neat handwriting. I opened it up and read.
Dearest Finn,
Would be honor me by making an appearance at my abode tonight?
- Rachel *
I wrote under it in my less neat larger handwriting.
What's an abode?
She rolled her eyes as she read it. I flashed her that half-grin she likes. That made her smile.
It's a house Finn.
I read it and replied.
Why?
She wrote back again:
To met my dads of course! We've been dating for a month now Finn.
I got a knot in my stomach. I'm not the best at talking to girlfriends' dads'. I got Quinn kicked out of her house for Pete's Sake! But I knew I had to be the tough boyfriend so I wrote back.
Eight?
She smiled.
Eight. You won't regret this Finn!
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