The One Where There's A Band

by whispering-inthemoonlight

It was simple, really. He needed a lead vocalist and she needed a job that would feature her star power. They both agreed to start this journey. However they both did not intend on falling in love along the way. AU FINCHEL

4. Coffee and Aladdin

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ITS CHARACTERS

Author's Note: PLEASE REVIEW ONCE YOU'RE DONE READING THIS. THANK YOU FOR YOUR FEEDBACK AND SUGGESTIONS. NOW, ON WITH "THE ONE WHERE THERE'S A BAND"…

Finn's POV

I honestly don't know what I'm doing when I type out the number I'd already memorized.

My mind is whirling around so quickly that I have to sit down as I hear the familiar ringing to not faint.

And I really don't know what I'm going to say when I hear her sing-song voice answer.

"Hello, Rachel Berry."

My mouth opens and closes a couple of times, trying to force out some words, a hello, or how are you, or any noise at all, but nothing comes.

"H-Hello?" She asks again.

"Rachel," I blurt out. "Hey! It's Finn."

"Oh, hi Finn! I must program your number into my phone so I don't keep freaking out when I see this unknown number!" She laughs lightly. "Do we have practice or something today?"

"N-No… I was just wondering if you'd like to go out for a coffee maybe?" I end up managing and I sound really stupid, I know I do.

She answers a couple of seconds later, "Yeah, sure. When and where?"

Crap. I don't even know any coffee shops.

"Finn, are you still there?"

"Uh, yeah… how about I just meet you at your apartment… um how about two? I've got a class at noon, so yeah," I stammer around.

"Alrighty," She says lightly. "Do you have a pen and piece of paper for my address?"

I smile because she's so smart. I get up and rummage around in the kitchen until I find a scrap piece of paper and dull pencil.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"Okay, It's room 202 in the Manhattan Finest apartment building. You've heard of it, right? Well it's on 58th street," She explains.

"Yeah, yeah I've heard of it," I tell her, remembering that Manhattan Finest is the classiest apartment in New York.

I wonder what kind of work she does to afford that kind of living. I look around at my not-to-shabby apartment and sigh quietly. She'd be disappointed if she saw this slum area.

"Great! I'll be ready at two. See you later Finn!"

"Bye."

First thing to do: look up cafés in Manhattan.

Rachel's POV

I'm cleaning up around my apartment, singing along to the music I have playing softly in the background.

"All the luckiest people in the world," I sing.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door and I set down my duster, quickly running over to my iPod to turn it off. I go over to the door and open up my door without even looking through the peep hole.

But I knew it'd be him. I smile at his handsome presence; his hair is disheveled and incredibly sexy. And oh my god I just described him using the word "sexy".

I haven't ever had particular interests in boys… I did date a few boys in high school, one of whom I lost my virginity to. All three of them (Dave, Max, and Jesse) broke my heart. From then on I'd sworn off boys and I didn't have a problem with it. My career and stardom was to come first, and then I'd fall in love and get married. Maybe have a few kids.

So why am I staring dreamily into these brandy colored eyes?

"Hey," He breathes out.

I put my acting skills to use and I smile brightly, "Hi. Let me just go get my purse and jacket. Come in."

He nods his head and steps through the doorway, shutting the door behind him.

I move back to the hallway and go to my bedroom, pulling out my multi-colored striped pea coat and white hat, slinging my red purse over my shoulder and across my body.

I walk out and he's looking at the pictures in my living room that are displayed on the wall. They're just of me and my friends, some of my dads', and some of my cousins and other relatives.

"Seeing anything interesting?" I ask and he looks over his shoulder quickly with the most adorable "I've been caught" look ever.

He lifts his finger and points to the frame he's looking at.

It's of me when I was a freshman in college. I'm wearing a blonde wig and a cheerleading uniform, my friends surrounding me.

"Never figured you'd be a cheerleader," He smirks.

I giggle, "Funny, huh? My best friend Mercedes made that costume herself for me for Halloween."

He chuckles and walks back to the front door.

I open it up and let him go out before I leave, shutting it behind me.

After a quiet walk, we finally arrived at the small café I'd never been to. When we enter the lighting is low and there are a few people with their laptops scattered around. Finn holds the door open for me, which I find very chivalrous, and we order caramel lattes, his with extra caramel shots.

We sit down with our drinks at a table by the front window and take small sips from our coffees.

"So, Finn, why are you majoring in music?" I ask him.

He licks his upper lip before answering, "Music is the only thing I get. I don't know how to describe it and I don't know what I'm going to do with it once I graduate. I can't be a rock star forever, so I sort of ruled that out. I guess I think I want to be a music teacher."

"Why would you want to be a music teacher?" I prompt.

"Oh, back in high school I was in the drum core and my music teacher was a great man. He inspired me to be my best."

I smile softly, "That's so sweet."

"So what 'bout you?" He nods towards me.

I sadly glance down at my hands, "I, uh, my major was music theory and musical theater. My career plans are to be on Broadway."

"And you're there, right? I mean, you've got these killer pipes, it'd be crazy if you're not on Broadway," He looks into my eyes.

I shake my head, "No, I'm not there. I've auditioned many times and I still have never gotten a callback."

He doesn't say anything and I can see the shock on his face.

"When I was in high school I thought that I'd one day be the next Barbra Streisand. I knew it would happen. I was being so… so big headed and conceited and I got out into college and I thought I did great but when I go to Broadway casting agents, they don't want me. I know I'm not the prettiest girl, or the one with the ideal body, but don't just look at that. I'm a very talented person," I continue.

He nods his head slowly, "You are a very talented person. The most talented person I know. Probably the prettiest girl I've seen too."

I blush slightly and I see him blush too as if he didn't mean to say it but he did.

"I… I mean, I…" He stammers.

"Thank you," I softly speak. "However your opinion isn't going to really help me."

He smiles apologetically, "It's still the thought."

I smile slightly and drink some of my coffee.

"Alright, let's do twenty questions."

He looks at me with suspicious eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, let's ask each other twenty questions. It doesn't matter what they are and the other person has to answer them honestly. You can go first," I explain.

He nods his head and that half smile appears on his face and for some strange reason I feel butterflies moving around in the pit of my stomach.

Finn's POV

"Come on!" I say in seriousness but I have an obvious wide smile on my face.

Rachel tosses her head back and laughs even harder and her laugh is so unique and adorable. She's so unique and adorable.

Anyways I'd asked really silly questions like what was her first pet and her favorite food.

Obviously Rachel has played this game more than once because her questions are really good.

And her past one was "Favorite song that you'd never admit to listening to".

I had answered, honestly, by telling her that I love listening to 'A Whole New World' from Aladdin.

She burst out into giggles, joking automatically with it and that loud laugh started.

I didn't even care that we were getting glances from the others who were working quietly. I was having so much fun and I sort of realized that this is like a date. Of course Rachel probably didn't see it like this…

I hadn't been on a date, well a sober date, since I was back in high school. I wouldn't even consider the inebriated date's actual dates because they were only one night stands.

Now instead of talking to each other dirty about how much we want to ravish one another, we're laughing about a Disney song.

"What, Aladdin was a great movie!"

Her laughter starts to die down and she sighs loudly, "That is too good, Finnegan."

"Are you going to make me regret telling you my full name?" I ask her incredulously.

But to be honest I don't care what she's calling me as long as she's thinking of me.

We leave and walk down the long way back to her apartment. We pass a bookstore and Rachel squeals excitedly when she sees the candy shop.

"Come on! You can get some Sour Patch Kids!" She grabs my hand and pulls me along with her.

I try not to notice the electrical shock I get when she does this.

But it's there.

ALRIGHT! Here's the Finchel beginning! Next chapter will be really important! Thank you for reviewing and adding… PLEASE KEEP REVIEWING PLEASE REVIEW!

Question: How many children would you like Finn and Rachel to have? And what genders?

Until next time…