Chapter Two: Hello, Mr. Hudson
Thud. Rachel shot up in bed to see that Evan had literally rolled off of it, and was still snoring softly. She sighed, yanked the duvet off of her and continued silently to her dresser. Her clock read 9:12 in red, glowing letters. She slid into some skinny jeans and a McKinley High School homecoming shirt. After some consideration, she took it off and put on her NYADA sweatshirt and a white tank top. She left a note for Evan and thanked God that she hadn't slept with him.
Racing down the street, Finn Hudson finally locked eyes with Rachel Berry, who practically dove for cover into the rehearsal. He sighed and followed her, slowing his pace and finally slipping inside. He watched her dart into her dressing room, but never heard it lock, so he made his way into the director's office. Artie stood and welcomed Finn with a hug. "Hey, Finn! Long time, no see, my friend." Finn grinned at him. "Tell me about it! And, Artie, thanks for the job, although you did neglect to tell me about one of your stars." Finn raised an eyebrow, and Artie sat back down with a chuckle. "I know, I know. Have you talked to her?" Finn leaned up against the back wall, clearly uncomfortable.
"She's with a producer, Artie." Finn finally said. Artie snorted. "They've been on two dates, Finn! That's hardly official." Finn sighed. "Okay." He promised. "I'm going." And with that, Finn departed, and finally arrived at Rachel's door. He cleared his throat and knocked twice. When she opened the door to let him in, he sighed in relief. "Hello, Mr. Hudson. " She said, and closed the door behind him.