A/N: Finally, I've managed to pile things up together! I just got over my writer's block, so here you go! Enjoy! :)

Chapter 4

It's almost 7:30 that night and Finn hasn't texted or called her yet. She's getting a bit anxious, to be honest. Was he really planning to watch the show? Or was he just being polite when he said he would? Oh god, what if he thinks that she was too straight forward by asking him to come? Maybe he's gotten uncomfortable when she kissed his cheek?. No, that's not possible, 'cause it was just a simple gesture, right? Right…?

Her phone vibrated, signaling a text message. The number's unknown, but she reads the message anyways.

"Hey, Rachel. This is Finn Hudson, from a while ago? :)"

She smiles. Of course, how could she possibly forget?

"I remember you. The tall brother of Kurt. ;)"

His heart skips beat when she saw the winky-face she put at the last part of her reply.

"Right. Anyway, I just wanted to inform you that I'm here already. Near the stage door, I think. The security told me to wait here."

Oh, so he came, after all. Rachel smiles once more. She finds herself smiling at the very thought of Finn since they met this afternoon. She had been close to him and his brother, Kurt, because they seemed so nice and she feels like she can trust them. Plus, she has to admit, Finn is a great guy and very good-looking. She's kind of attracted to him, in fact. She shakes her head at the thought, typing back a response.

"Great! I'd be there in a minute."

She rushes off to where he is, and surely enough, when she opens the stage door, she saw his stature standing in front of her.

She can't help it; she launches herself to him, pulling him in and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Whoa, whoa," he says as he reciprocates the hug.

"You look fantastic!" she says as she pulls back and takes in his appearance. He mumbles a small "thanks" to her. "I can't believe you really came!"

She sees the corners of his lips slightly quirk up. "I said I would, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did, and I'm so happy you're here!" she claps her hands together; she can't help but be in a chipper mood, seeing as one of her friends is here to see her show. "By the way, here's your ticket for first row." She hands the ticket to him.

He nods, taking it. "Perfect," he grins dumbly at her, once again captivated by her sheer beauty. And speaking of beauty — "I see you haven't dressed for the play yet. It's already past 7:30, you know."

She gasps. "It is? Oh my gosh, I need to go back to the dressing room, then!" she says, visibly panicked. She fumbles a little with her purse and pulls something out. She hands that something to him.

"What's this? A 'free pass'?" he questions, confused.

"Yes. I mean, I figured it would be easier if you had one. If you have one of those they'll let you come inside and see me at my room. I'll meet you after the show!" she calls out before she takes off and runs to her dressing room.

He wants to throw his fist in the air or something, because apparently Rachel trusts him enough to give him a pass.

He keeps it and heads for the theater doors to go inside; adrenaline coursing through his veins.

He shifts on his seat while waiting for the play to start. Damn, this suit sure is irritating, it makes him wonder why or how he even had one in the first place.

Someone snickers beside him. "Looking good, Hudson."

He turns his head to see Santana, smiling viciously. "Santana?"

"The one and only."

"Why are you here?"

"I'm gonna watch the show, idiot."

He isn't really offended by that remark, because that's just how Santana rolls, you know, and sometimes, she doesn't necessarily mean what she says.

"Anyway, why are you here?" she counters. "Shouldn't you be, like, closing your shop by this time of the night?"

"No, I have a friend who offered to run the shop today. And, uhm, I'm here because Rachel invited me to see this show and gave me a ticket."

She chuckles. "She did the same to me, begged me to come tonight, actually." Her chuckle eventually dies down and she gives him a curious glare. "Wait — so you got a thing for my girl now?"

His eyes widen. "Wh—"

"Look, Hudson, I don't really plan on being an obstacle to you and whatever you have for Berry, and I certainly didn't look forward to giving you this talk here in the theater, of all places," she began, "but I thought I should make it clear to you that just because I can't convince Rachel into Lesbianism, doesn't mean I don't care about her anymore. So if you do anything to hurt her, there's gonna be hell to pay," she warns, voice deadly serious. She starts to sit back and relax, but suddenly adds in a concerned tone, "I also happen to know that you broke things off with that bitch, Quinn Fabray, just about a month ago, please don't tell me that you're planning on making Rachel your rebound, she's already been through a lot."

Been through a lot? He looks at Santana questioningly, but the girl refuses to meet his gaze. He's about to say something when all lights except the ones that illuminate the stage went out.

Maybe the show's about to start — he thought to himself. He shut his mouth and settled on his seat properly. Half his mind is focused on how lovely Rachel looks when she stepped on stage; the other half wondering what Santana could have possibly meant.

Well, guess there's more to Rachel Berry than what you can see.

The play went perfectly, just the way Rachel hoped it would. Santana and Finn were there, and her performance with Jesse St. James (who plays Tony) was simply outstanding.

She went to her dressing room to get changed and waits for Finn there.

Finn quickly made his way to Rachel's dressing room. He figured she's done getting changed now since she texted him, saying he could see her already. He can't wait to give her credit for her excellent performance.

When he finally reached it, he knocked on the door gently.

It swings open shortly, showing a happy Rachel that is changed out of her costume.

"Finn!" she squeals. She motions for him to come inside, and he does, and he made himself comfy on her little couch while she gets rid of the remaining jewellery on her body.

"You were amazing!" and she was, she herself can tell. But the compliment seems to be extra special because it came from Finn Hudson.

"Yeah?" she grins at him through her reflection in the mirror.

"Yeah. By far, you are my favorite singer," he says, winking at her reflection.

She feels herself blush furiously. What is it with this boy that makes her feel so bashful? She'd always been confident and never gets tired of compliments! She mutters a "thank you" and he just smiles.

Silence.

It's kinda awkward and kinda not, you know. And Finn takes this silence as an opportunity to ask Rachel a question.

"So, uh, are you heading home after you get rid of all that make-up?"

She contemplates her answer for a moment. "I don't know, I don't really have plans, why do you ask?"

He sits up and musters his courage to continue. This is his opportunity to get to know her more! "I was just, uhm, thinking – do you, maybe, want to go get coffee?" he manages to croak out the question, which is good enough.

She smiles blindingly. "I would love to! I'll just go get rid of my make-up and then we can go, okay?"

Yes!

He wants to jump and scream and do all that kind of stuff, but if he wants to impress Rachel Berry, he has to stay calm and wait here patiently until she's ready to go. So he just nods eagerly in reply.

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