Who's excited for their date?
So this a warning: I've never been on a date before, I've had boyfriends but they've never taken me out anywhere so this chapter may suck just a little bit.
Question: Who would be interested in the Mike and Quinn version of this story or maybe the Puck and Britney? Let me know

Disclaimer: I own 67 books (Yes I counted). Not Glee.

Rachel POV

It was only lunch time and I was in a complete and utter state. I had never been on a date before; the time Finn took me bowling doesn't count. Quinn was trying not to laugh at me as I fussed around in my seat.

"Hey" Matt's voice said from behind me. Turning I saw Mike, Matt and Puck all with their lunches in hand. "Mind if we join you?" Quinn and I both nodded. We ate in silence for a while, Matt and I periodically exchanging glances.

"What do you have planned for tonight Matt?" Quinn asked. She had been dying for answers all day. As I looked at Matt curious also as to what we were doing I was amazed to see him blushing.

"I was planning to cook."

"You cook?" To people around it would seem quite comical; every single one of us said the same thing simultaneously but we were all too shocked and awed to laugh.

"Yeah." He mumbled looking at the table before looking at me with a small smile. "Mom recons every respectable man needs to know how to cook."

"Wow." Quinn said dreamily. "I'd love a guy to cook for me."

"Oh me to." Brittney's voice said from behind us startling us all. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Puck straighten up and smile proudly.

"I can cook." He said. "Kind of."

"Well maybe you can cook for me sometime." Brittney said before waving goodbye and dancing of toward Santana and the other Cheerio's while Puck stared after her.

"Did she-?" He started.

"Yes." Quinn and I said together laughing. Just then the bell went signalling the end of lunch.

"So I'll pick you up at seven Rachel?" Matt said as he gathered his things.

"I'm looking forward to it."

"You must go casual" Kurt said down the phone as I one-handily went through my closet. I had freaked out when I couldn't find anything perfect to wear so I conceded and rang Kurt for help. "If he's cooking for you, you don't want to be over dressy but not overly casual either. I'd suggested a summer dress. You do have a summer dress right?"

"Yes Kurt."

"Good. Call me later with the details."

I fidgeted nervously as I waited for Matt to arrive. It was five to seven and I had been ready for almost an hour. I had taken Kurt's advice and had settled on a white summer dress with red cherries decorating it; I had topped the outfit with a red clutch bag and matching red shoes. Seven came and went and I had to admit I was getting even more nervous than before. It was almost seven thirty before my door bell rang.

I very slowly moved from my place on the stairs where my I had been attempting to hold in the tears. Was this some kind of joke?

When I answered the door Matt was standing their looking sheepish.

"I'm so sorry I'm late Rachel. I got so immersed in the cooking I didn't realise the time." He seemed sincere and when he produced a Daisy from behind his back I couldn't help but forgive him. Daisies are my favourite flower.

"That's okay." Matt escorted me to his little Nissan that was parked perfectly at the end of my drive way. He even opened the door for me. Nobody had ever done that for me before.

"Thank you. You're very chivalrous Matt." He just smiled sweetly and head back around to the driver's side.

The ride was spent in a comfortable silence with a few questions thrown around here and there but other than that we listened to the soothing sounds of the radio. When we reached Matt's house I was stunned. It wasn't what I expected. It was a small little bungalow that screamed one word; Homely.

"Matt your house is gorgeous." I told him truthfully as we walked up his drive.

"Thank you. I hope you don't mind but everyone's out. Hannah, my sister, is away at college and Mom and Dad are on date night." He said shyly. He must have been nervous about my reaction to it just being us. Matt led me down a hallway towards a shut door.

"That's fine. Isn't it Hannah's birthday?" I asked. He nodded.

"The big twenty-one. She's coming home tomorrow." He coughed nervously and slowly opened the door. Matt had set the little table in the middle of his kitchen with a cloth, candles and a daisy lay beside one of the plates. The smell within the room was deliciously mouth watering and my stomach grumbled. Embarrassingly loud. Thankfully Matt just laughed and pulled my seat out for me to sit. "I hope you like pasta bake."

"I love pasta bake" Matt's pasta bake tasted better than it smelt. Honestly the best pasta bake I had ever had the pleasure of eating. Matt was hilarious, making me laugh more than once during the evening. After the delectable dinner we sat in his back yard listening to the birds chirp and asking each other the usual first date question. I may have looked on the internet about first dates during free period today.

Matt was currently grasping my hand rubbing his smooth thumb over my knuckles speaking to me in whispers neither of us wanting to disturb the night silence.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?" He asked, I ducked my head shyly. "You are Rachel. I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you are. You make every girl around you pale in comparison." He placed a soft kiss on my cheek while I blushed. He made me feel beautiful.

"Thank you Matt."

When I was at home that evening I decided on texting Kurt instead of calling because I only had three words to say:

Best date EVER.

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