The Wedding Date

Chapter Two: Awkward

Disclaimer: I own nothing...awww :(

Thank you so much for all of the reviews, follows, favorites and story alerts, it really means a whole lot to me, please continue to review etc, I really appreciate it :)

Also big Thank you to my reviewers amkjo001 and guest for pointing out the Finn doesn't have blue eyes in the series, so from now on, for the sake of wanting to be consistent with the show, the beautiful Finn Hudson has yummy brown eyes :).

The awkward silence that stood between us was palpable. He had the look of a very frightened deer caught in a very bright set of headlights.

I'm sure my face wasn't much better.

After what seemed like forever, he cleared his throat "Um, um yeah that's me"

"Do you recognize me?" I asked, I hoped I hadn't aged that much since our awkward goodbye the night of graduation, the one where we had drunkenly slept together and parted ways the next morning without so much as a hug or hand shake.

"Yeah I do Ms Berry" he was trying so hard to keep his cool, but I knew underneath, like me he was dying on the inside, hoping that this was all a very bad dream.

I ushered him inside, shaking my head and cursing profusely under my breath. This was a bad idea from the start, this was the universe letting me know that I was bound to be alone with only cats for company for all eternity.

Well you couldn't have chosen a better way universe!

At long last I managed to calm myself down enough to look at him "So this is what you do?"

He nodded quietly "Yes Ms. Berry" his voice barely above a whisper.

"No need to Ms. Berry me" Who the fuck was he trying to fool?!

Wait a second I thought to myself, if Kurt was invited, surely Finn was too, I mean I knew he had ''lost'' contact with everyone, but I would have thought he would have been invited to the wedding, seeing as he and Puck were inseparable all throughout their High School and College days.

"Finn, how come you never got an invite to the wedding?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the horrible and one in a million situation unfolding before me.

"I did Rachel, I just didn't accept the invitation"

"But why not?" genuinely interested as to why he would turn down an invitation to be at one of his best friends weddings

"Well ironically June and July are my busiest months, wedding season and all, so I had to turn it down"

What are the chances?

The last that I had heard from Kurt, Finn's step-brother, whom he rarely spoke of was that Finn had moved to New York after he had gotten a job offer as a sales man in a computer software company, which, at the time had struck me as odd as Finn could barely switch on a computer let alone work in a company manufacturing computer software, but I never really thought too much of it.

But now I see it was a cover for what he really did, and I can't say I blame him, I mean it was embarrassing enough for me to call the place, imagine actually working there as a full-time profession.

"Obviously you don't work as a computer software sales man then?"

"Obviously" he grimaced

I paced back and forth in my living room, trying to contemplate what I was going to do. I mean I couldn't just show up with Finn Hudson. Could I?

I shook my head no it would never work. Who would believe that all of a sudden Finn and I decided to give things another shot and not tell anyone?

"You didn't think my name sounded familiar?" I asked, as Finn stood awkwardly in the door way by my luggage

"I knew the name sounded familiar, but I thought the chances of it being you would be slim to none, I mean there is more than one Rachel Berry in New York"

Typical Finn.

"And plus" Finn added to the dead silence between us "the last I heard you were happily loved up with some Brody dude"

I shivered at the name, I wanted to forget all about that good for nothing slime ball.

"That was a long time ago, we're well through" I spat, so annoyed that out of all the hundreds of available men they had within a paid dating facility, they send me Finn fucking Hudson. I was going to write an extremely strongly worded letter to them about this, and I was going to kill Santana when I saw her.

"Hey" he shot back " no need to be bitter, you're the one who hired me"

I sunk myself onto the couch, resting my head in my hands. I felt like I was either going to be very ill or burst out crying, neither one would make me feel better about this situation. The only people who could solve this, if only for a little while were my now good friends Ben & Jerry, though it was far too early for that.

"I'm going to have to cancel on Quinn, she's going to hate me, on the week before her wedding"

"Why would you have to cancel on her, I'm here to be your date" he sighed "no matter how fucking awkward it may be" the last part mumbled so low, I barely heard him

"I've checked plus one and I have no fucking date, the guy that was supposed to go with me cheated on me, any guy I asked to come with me said they were busy , then after resorting to Perfect Ten, the first guy I picked bailed on me and now I'm expected to go with someone who I used to date and pay for it? No thanks"

Finn shook his head and whistled "That really is quite the list of bad luck with men, why haven't you given up yet?" a cheeky satisfied grin shot across his face "Ever thought of giving lesbianism a go?"

I shot him a filthy look, now was not the time for jokes, even though the idea of lesbianism was becoming more and more appealing as each man in New York City turned me down.

"Ok, so that's a no on a sense of humor. Duly noted"

He was really beginning to annoy me now. "You know you're gonna end up going with me?"

Eh cocky much?

"Oh really and why is that Mr. Escort" I asked, wondering why he thought so highly of himself

"Well there are several reasons actually, care to hear Ms. Berry?"

I rolled my eyes, knowing I was going to hear them anyway. Could my life actually get any worse? "Go for it"

"Well I know and you know that you're not going to cancel on Quinn, because she will make your life a living hell if you don't turn up, also I know that you're a good person and you don't like to let anyone down, even Quinn and Puck and finally your plane leaves in less than two hours and I'm your only option for a date"

He seemed overly self-assured and cocky about the whole situation. I wanted to hate him, to tell him he was wrong, but God was he right. It killed me to admit it.

We stood there in silence without saying anything, both of us staring a little too long at the masses of luggage I was planning on bringing with me. Without word nor warning, he picked up my luggage and began heading outside towards a very new BMW with it "Hey where are you going with that?" I called after him

"To the airport" he smiled cheekily " wouldn't want to be late now would we?"

I groaned and rolled my eyes, this was going to be a very long week.