Rachel and Finn stood side by side, staring at the kitchen counter. A total of four pictures were laid out and Rachel pointed at one and said, "Isn't he gay?"

"Kurt Hummel? No way! He's as straight as an ironing board, trust me,"

"And are you sure this Sam guy isn't the one that's pretty much homeless….this one has money?"

"Of course," Finn replied, matter-of-factly.

"Well alright, now this Puck guy…."

"Don't believe what anyone says! He used to be a total man-whore, but not anymore. He's all about caring and sharing," said Finn, trying not to smile.

Last but not least, they both looked at a picture of Mike Chang.

"And you're sure he's single?" questioned Rachel.

"Yes ma'am,"

Rachel picked up the phone and handed it to Finn. I'm going to go pee, you make the phone call.

Finn smiled to himself. He wasn't much of an evil schemer, but everything was working perfectly. He had one month until the wedding. One month to win Rachel over. He better work fast.

Opening up her wardrobe, she was suddenly grateful for the steady money she earned on Broadway. Her clothes were always categorised in colour order, with a section on the side for fancy clothes. Her shoes took up half of her entire wall and her bags and purses took up the rest. After spending a good twenty minutes analysing each outfit, she finally decided on a short, blue dress that made her legs look amazing.

"Wow," said Finn in awe as he came into her room, "I always knew you cleaned up nice, but….wow,"

"Really?" she asked.

"Cross my heart and hope to die," he claimed. Which is possibly what might happen. He may in fact die. The sight of her in that dress was enough to knock the breath out of him, he could only imagine what was under that thin layer of cotton….

"You're too nice," she said, smiling, "thank you so much Finn! I shouldn't be out too late – unless I end up going back to his place," she sighed.

Finn was one hundred per cent that the chances of that were slim, in fact, they were non-existent.

"Have fun with Kurt!" he yelled, as she walked out of her room and through the front door.

The restaurant was fancy, as was the man waiting at the table for her.

"Hi!" she said, as he stood up to greet her.

"Wow, Rachel, you're beautiful," said Kurt in a slightly higher pitched voice that she had expected, "it's so nice to meet you. Finn told me wonderful things about you,"

"Oh thank you! Finn told me great things about you as well," Rachel replied, beaming. What a beautiful, kind man. Instantly he had complimented her, and that was A-Okay in Rachel's books. So what if he spoke like a woman and had more hairspray in his hair than Rachel had used in her entire life?

They ordered their drinks and not long after that they ordered their dinner. Everything was going so well. They were so similar! He was very much into Broadway. Rachel had never met a straight man who was so comfortable playing women's roles in every production he was cast in. Most other guys would feel deflated by it, but Kurt was a real Broadway actor. He could stretch his boundaries and look beyond his role being just another 'role' but as an opportunity – to be a part of something great. No other man shared her love for Broadway as much as Kurt.

As the night came to an end, Kurt insisted on paying and walked her out to her cab.

"Well," Rachel began, "this was really nice,"

"Did you want to come back to my place?" Kurt asked.

She wondered whether she was rushing things or not but in that moment in time she couldn't care less.

"Sure," she replied.

His apartment was small but tidy. Everything was very white. A stage set up in the very centre of the room caught her attention.

"Take a seat!" he said, gesturing for Rachel to sit down on the sofa.

Although the bedroom would be a much preferred place to her right now, she was sure that watching him sing a little might be sort of exciting. Perhaps he was trying to seduce her?

The lights suddenly turned off and music began to play. Kurt stared into Rachel's eyes. He opened his mouth and took in a deep breath.

Slamming her bag on the kitchen counter, she ran into Finns room, flicked on the lights and collapsed on his bed next to him.

"How did it go?" he asked, half asleep.

"How did it go? HOW DID IT GO?" she screamed, "he was so nice and charming and pretty much the same as me! I thought everything was great until he asked me back to his house!"

"Wait…he…asked you back? Did you…"

"No, I didn't sleep with him Finn!"

Finn smiled to himself. The sudden feeling of worry, rage and confusion had vanished just as soon as it had arrived.

"I wanted to…until he sang for me. My God he was good. But then he sang another, and another, and about five different renditions of 'Don't Rain On My Parade' – so I got up and went to leave when he asked me…"

"What did he ask you?"

"He…he used me Finn!" she said, burying her face in his chest.

Finn put his arms around her and took a deep breath. He could stay like this forever, until he remembered he was in fact in the middle of a conversation…

"How did he use you?" Finn knew the answer to his own question. After all, he was the one who set it up.

"Well for starters he is gay, thank you very much. And secondly – he was using me to get a part in the Broadway production I'm in! Tonight was just one big audition for him!"

Finn hugged her tighter.

"I just… I thought I met a guy who understood me, you know?" Rachel said, quietly.

"I understand you," Finn said as he kissed the top of her head, "Besides, in a few days you'll be going on your date with Sam! I'm sure you'll like him"

Rachel sat up on the bed and looked at Finn, "why are you so great to me?"

"Because you're dads are paying me,"

Rachel laughed. He loved hearing her laugh. She sighed and kissed him on the cheek, "good night Finn, I'll see you tomorrow,"

"Tomorrow is our day!" he replied.

Sunday was Finn and Rachel's day. They did whatever they wanted. No work or anyone to bother them! Last week they spent the entire day in their pyjamas eating beer and chips and watching the football. The week before that they had spent the day im Times Square and Finn had bought her a hot-dog. She doubted whether or not her life could get more perfect. Oh, wait - yes it could. She could have a boyfriend!

A/N so this one was a bit longer for you :) i hope you all enjoyed it! i can't really decide how her date with the rest of them should go so any ideas? Finn's a tad evil in this haha but i think its cute :P she wanted dates - he got them for her! thank you to all of you who put this on alert and favourited it and keep the reviews coming! i love hearing from you guys! xx