Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Glee.
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"How are you doing sweetie, any exciting auditions coming up?"
"Actually yes daddy, I have an audition tomorrow evening for a production of Chicago. I've been preparing myself immensely, I think this might be the one that changes everything."
"Well that's just wonderful darling, I'm sure you'll be outstanding, you always are. But since you brought up 'the one'...are there any new men in your life I should know about?"
It was the same thing every time. Her fathers always called, wondering if she was dating, and she never was. It wasn't exactly for lack of trying. Her boyfriend from high school, Jesse, had come out of the closet just a few months after she had given her virginity to him. Needless to say that made her question her understanding of men and relationships. Though she and Jesse still remained friends, chatting on Skype or texting from time to time, the damage from their relationship had been done.
Once she moved to New York for college, she had tried the dating game for a while. None of the guys ever clicked with her, and after dating a secret gigolo she decided it was much easier to just focus on her education and career. Her dads didn't quite grasp that concept so easily.
"Daddy, I'd love to chat more but you know I need to preserve my voice for the audition tomorrow, I've been talking and singing all day already. Give Papa my love! Muah! Okay, bye!"
Hanging up the phone before her father could protest, Rachel walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Finn really was doing a good job at helping keep her apartment stocked with her necessities. She had doubted him at first, she figured he would be lazy, and try to get around doing most of the things that she asked of him.
Not that he didn't grumble about it. It was fun hearing his exasperated tone over the phone, or watching him roll his eyes at her. She wasn't sure if he was dramatic before, or if it was rubbing off on him from her, but it was adorable. The times that she saw Finn were quickly becoming her favorite parts of the day. Only because she enjoyed having an assistant, being taken care of. It made her feel special. That was all.
She would need to get used to feeling special if she landed this role. It could finally be her chance, her big break. She would be getting her foot in the door, possibly be noticed and be one step closer to achieving her dreams. It was crazy, the difference one audition could make.
Taking a look around the empty apartment Rachel began to toy with the label on her water. This was the part that she always hated about auditions. She would think too much about it, work herself up, and be a ball of nerves until it came. She needed something to distract her, so she picked up her phone and texted her best friend Santana.
Come save me?
Just a few seconds later, her phone beeped with a reply.
The audition is tomorrow isn't it?
How did you know?
The only time you're not talking my ear off with that whiny voice of yours is when you're preserving it.
Rolling her eyes at her friends' jibe, Rachel walked into the living room to stretch out on the couch while typing her reply.
Offensive. Nonetheless, do you want to come over and keep me company until I fall asleep? We can watch TV reruns or sappy movies.
As intriguing as that sounds, I can't. I have to work tonight, maybe your manslave can do it.
Santana did have a point. It's not like it would be the first time he had come over at night anyway. That first night he brought her tea, and he had been over a few times since to bring her a late snack, or return a movie for her before it was past due. This shouldn't be any different should it?
Correctly guessing Rachel's reason for her lack of response, Santana sent another message, making up her mind for her.
Go ahead and call him, have fun ;)
Rolling her eyes at her friend's one track mind she scrolled down to Finn's contact to compose a new message.
Are you busy?
Cuddling herself in the blanket draped over her couch, she leaned back to await his reply.
Does it matter? I'm going to have to do whatever I know you want anyway.
Flinching a little at the sting his comment brought, she typed out a reply.
That's rude. I am not a tyrant Finn, I simply have needs that you've agreed to fulfill.
Right. And what would those needs be tonight?
I just need for you to come over, I need some company.
Are you implying that I'm your escort for the night?
Blushing at the comment, she rolled her eyes, quickly typing out a reply.
I suppose that is one way to look at it, but I assure you there will be no monkey business.
Relax, I was kidding.
What time should I expect you?
Once her message was typed she walked into her bedroom to grab the dry erase board and marker from her desk. When she had the items that she needed she returned to the couch, and picked up her beeping phone.
I'll be there in fifteen boss.
Knock Knock Knock!
Rachel ran for the door, wrapping a handkerchief around the handle before she turned it to let Finn inside.
"Reporting for duty, ma'am" he said, mock saluting her.
Rolling her eyes at him, she wordlessly closed the door, taking his hand to lead him to the couch. Once he was seated Rachel took off towards the kitchen, returning with a bag of Doritos, a bag of kettle corn, and two water bottles.
"Sweet! Since when do you eat Doritos? I didn't think you ate junk food?"
Sitting down on the couch beside him, Rachel picked up the dry erase board and marker. When she was finished she turned the board around to him.
It is junk, and I will not be eating it. Santana left that bag here the other day and I thought you might enjoy it.
Finn quirked an eyebrow at her before finally speaking.
"What is this? Did you lose your voice or something?"
Rachel gasped, and started to swat at Finn, almost falling from the intensity of her swings.
"Ow! Hey, stop!" he cried, trying to block her tiny hands.
Rachel finally stopped her attack and reached over for the board again, writing furiously.
Don't say that, you could jinx me! I have an extremely important audition tomorrow so I'm preserving my voice.
Finn laughed out loud, placing a hand over his mouth when Rachel narrowed her eyes at him.
"You're really serious aren't you?" he asked.
Squaring her shoulders Rachel nodded, crossing her arms over her chest indignantly.
"You're insane you know that right?"
Predicting her swats before they came, Finn grabbed her slender wrists, stopping her.
"Down girl" he teased, taking both wrists in one hand so that he could place an arm around her shoulders and prevent any further attacks comfortably. Rachel finally relaxed into his light embrace before writing a 'you're mean' message out for him.
Finn picked up the remote and started to flip through the channels until Rachel picked up the movie box on her coffee table, pointing at the DVD player to let him know that it was already in and waiting to be played.
"Really Rachel? He's just not that into you, that's what you're doing to me?"
Rachel nodded excitedly, patting his knee to rush him along.
"Fine" he grumbled, leaning back while Rachel snuggled a little closer to his side.
Only because it was comfortable.
Thank you for the read! Hope you enjoyed! I should be updating soon!
I Do Not Own Doritos, Kettle Corn, or any other brand mentioned in this story. Unfortunately.
