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A week had passed since the day that Jesse and Sebastian took the draft for Finn's approval. After that, he and Rachel had already furnished all the information about each other, having been thoroughly tested by their friend, and had met for lunch, which lasted almost an entire afternoon in order to draw together a story that were plausible on the relationship.

So the moment of truth had arrived. Finn and Rachel were in a cab, going to meet her parents for dinner, in a modest restaurant, near the Berrys' home. They were still living at the same address where Rachel had grown up and she remembered the place with great affection, even if it were a simple apartment in a neighborhood also nothing fancy.

Hiram and Leroy were struggling workers, lawyers, who had never suffer need, but had never made a fortune too. Of all family members, only Ethel had enriched, thanks to her beauty, talent and dedication to cinema, where she worked for four decades being one of the biggest names in the 70's. She'd quit only when health problems prevented her from continuing.

Rachel had grown up with her parents and, despite being a little spoiled for her aunt, who had constantly given her dolls, DVDs of musical plays that had always enchanted her, expensive clothes and other things belonging to female world, the two men always tried to make her keep her feet on the ground.

The girl had attended a Jewish public school, had frequented the humble environment where her parents circulated, had lived with their friends and also with her schoolmates, all of them really modest people. The result was an honest and hardworking woman, who had big dreams, but knew she should achieve them on her own merit.

They were proud of her daughter and their only concern was the same as Ethel's. Rachel had become a lonely girl, trapped between such big dreams, daily needs and the roots that remained her bound to the choir in which she was part during school time.

"I was truly surprised with a lot of the information I found on your questionnaire, Rachel." Finn broke the silence, when they were already in the neighborhood that was their destination.

"For example?" She said without looking away from the window, as if she was still quite interested in the environment, although she'd grown there and still attended it regularly, as he knew.

"For example, the fact that you have grown up in this really simple district ... and that your parents had never left here. Also the fact that you make volunteer work here. Mainly this volunteer work. I could imagine that you were of a humble origin and that only your aunt were rich, but from the proposal you made me, I thought you were more concerned about money ... never a girl with great social conscience."

"I understand your point of view, Finn... after all, I've decided to live with a total stranger that I don't know if is a boring person or... a madman maybe..." She said, now looking at him and remembering the words he used on the day they met."And I did it to be able to receive a millionaire inheritance. I totally seem to be a big gold digger, who just wants money and doesn't care about her own aunt last wishes. Who would think I care about some poor children who are not even family?" She smiled, friendly.

Rachel had thought a lot about everything she was doing. She felt a little guilty sometimes, because she loved her aunt and she wanted to respect her last wishes. She really wanted! She understood that her aunt had tried to use inheritance to make she open her heart to Love, that Ethel had had very good intentions.

But, on the other hand, the girl didn't think she was closed to love. She thought the actual problem was that she was not destined to love and to be loved. And, if it was this way, it was not fair at all that she couldn't devote herself to her true passion because of her need to work and pay the bills.

"It's really awesome what you do for these kids ... if I were actually your boyfriend, I'd be very proud of you." He winked at her and she blushed.

"I was a member of this choir during high school, Finn. I made many friends in the club and I still have contact with some of them. Many suffered bullying before join the group... and they felt like losers with no prospects... they had no friends. Music changed their lives and it could continue changing lives of teenagers and children, but there was nobody to take care of the club... our coach had to leave school. So the only right thing I could do was going back."

She sighed and he smiled.

"I'm very happy doing it. Those teenagers and children have so much love, so much passion, so much talent!" Her voice became increasingly excited and her companion felt butterflies in his stomach and a kind of contagion of all this euphoria. "With that money ... it is none of your business, but just for you to know ..." She forced a certain dislike, because she was feeling too comfortable with him for her own good. "I'll not only be able to leave a job that just takes my time, and dedicate it to all that really matters... I'm also going to sponsor New Directions!" The animation came back with full force.

"I'm happy for you." He said and it was true.

Better than the information from the questionnaires were things being said for her, with all excitement and enviable energy. He himself, despite being considered a fighter, was in need of a boost of optimism, of courage, because in recent times, he had felt discouraged by the amount of "no's" he recieved. He had lost vigor and the brightness in his eyes. Definitely, Rachel was interesting and he touched his hair nervously at the thought that this represented great risk.

His thoughts, fortunately, were stopped because they had reached the door of the restaurant. Rachel opened her purse to get money for the taxi, but Finn stepped forward and paid for the race. She tried to protest, because the expenses of the execution of the contract were up to her and that meeting with her parents was part of the show. However, he said it was okay, that it would be just this once, and she couldn't help finding him a gentleman, somewhat cute. Of course this remained guarded in her thinking!

At the restaurant's door, all his concerns came back in a flash. He knew they had to go hand in hand and once in the presence of her parents, be caring, exchange glances, act in a way to convince them that they were in love. If they didn't, her parents might be wary of the plan and testify against her, which would leave him without payment, or they could think that she was being deceived by him, which would not leave him without payment, but for some hidden reason, didn't seemed like a nice option either.

Almost nervous, but using all his talent, he took her hand but she moved away instinctively.

"Rachel, don't you think we should go hand in hand?"

"Oh ... er ... yeah, yeah, I just forgot it." She said, stammering, embarrassed.

He smiled, taking her hand again, and this time she held his back. Both felt immediately a pleasant, comfortable, new sensation. Both wished silently to continue hand in hand for a long time, feeling the contact of hot and soft skin.

But soon Rachel saw her parents and remembered what she was doing there. And she realized that having this charmingly cute man holding her hand was not a moment of affection, that this was part of the game. The wonderful feeling of a big and strong hand holding her own could not be desired, enjoyed, should not even exist.

As for Finn, he was becoming increasingly tense with each step he took toward the couple who was waiting at a corner table and had risen to see their daughter. Looking at the two of them, he had a strange feeling!

The scenes that lay ahead had been very well tested by him and the small brunette by his side. However, inexplicably, he could not help feeling that he was, in fact, walking toward his future in-laws.

How would he deal with not one but two father-in-laws?