A/N: Obviously, I don't own glee, Charlie's Angels, A Girl Like You or Falling Slowly. They belong to their respective owners (RIB, whoever made Charlie's Angels, Edwyn Collins and Once). Rory sings in italics in this one.

Warning: Typical glee singing-while-the-world-around-me-stops singing scene with Rory and Falling Slowly (you should check out Damian McGinty's version. It's gold). Plus a lot of Charlie's Angels at the end and a bit of Natalie bashing. Sorry in advance.

I Don't Know You But I Want You

Mary may have or may have not waited in front of the choir room for Rory to show up.

It wasn't like he told her he will, so she could just blame it all on her love for glee club.

"H-Hi."

There he was. Rory Flanagan in all his glory and shyness. It was adorable, really, to see a guy so flustered in her presence. She missed it.

"Hey, you ready?" She winked, tugging on his wrist. "Come on, you won't believe how many weirdoes we've got here!"

Marlo smirked at the New Directions, announcing that she found a great replacement for the missing girls.

"Does that kid even know how to sing?" Quinn was clearly sure that Mary Hummel was an idiot and didn't even know the first thing about glee club – you were there to sing and dance.

And really, Quinn was slowly starting to piss her off. She went crazy after Nationals and spent the summer hanging out with the Skanks. It's not that Mary was jealous or angry that they replaced her – she just thought that after the whole baby drama Quinn knew better than to hang out with McKinley's badasses. If Marlo grew out of being an angry teenager before Quinn, then something was clearly off.

And, alright, Mary never given up a baby and, thank god, she wasn't pregnant yet, but it didn't mean she had no idea what Quinn was going through. Okay, she could admit that after she lost her mother she was living only for her father and Kurt and then when she got to High School she did exactly what Quinn did this summer – became a delinquent. But Mary was still a child then, and it's not like she sought out the Skanks. Mack was just seeking a kid who got well off parents and could sneak out some booze from the house without anyone noticing.

"I prepared something" Rory was awkwardly stomping from one foot to the other and Marlo forced herself to sit down and enjoy the show without throwing a Rachel-Berry-worthy tantrum. "I'd like to dedicate this song to my family back in Ireland."

And God this kid was sappy and why did it make him even cuter?

When the first notes of the song came out of Rory's mouth she was stunned. Okay, he sounded great when she listened to him sing before, but this was something else. That first time was meant only for his ears – this was a practiced performance and God, she didn't know which kind of Rory's singing she liked more – the one he did for fun, or the one he did when he wanted to show off.

And then the Irish kid started to sing in falsetto and she could feel something squirm in her stomach, a steady rhythm pulsing her insides and god, it really felt like butterflies lived there only to be awaken by this magical voice. Last time she felt like that was… When was it again?

She ignored her show choir's stunned expressions, Rachel's wide smile and her brother's jealousy. She just sat there and listened and dammit she never found herself liking a guy this much as quickly.

Rory Flanagan came to United States with a wide smile and naive belief that it's going to be easier to find friends than in Ireland. Turns out that he was still as socially awkward as before.

He leaned back a bit, glancing from behind his locker's open doors and yes there she was.

She was standing next to her brother and his boyfriend, laughing and talking excitedly about something, her hair in a ponytail, exposing her long, pale neck. He wanted to take the hair band off and run his finger through the blonde and pink strands. He had to talk himself out of it before he made a fool of himself.

Truth to be told, he liked Mary Hummel. Like-liked her. She was intelligent and snarky and sarcastic and sometimes even mean, but it just meant that she could stand up for herself if needed. He liked that. Some of the girls he "dated" back in Ireland expected him to defend their honor after they bad mouthed the popular girls and then their jock boyfriends would come in the picture and Rory was a rather skinny fifteen year old so it never ended prettily.

And it's not like Marlo wasn't attractive – she knew she was attractive, the tight clothes she wore only proving that. Plus, she had really, really pretty eyes, that seemed even brighter than they were, thanks to the dark make-up. And really, he never even knew he found punk-rock chicks hot.

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that

He smiled a bit when he noticed her looking back at him and smiling back.

Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react

Kurt must have asked her to come with them somewhere, because she gave him a small wave and trailed after the two boys. His smile only grew.

And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

And really, it's not that Rory was an idiot. He knew that she was experienced – he heard it in the locker room, the guys bragging about their ungentlemanly ways and one of them, clearly held back couple of times, graphically describing the whole encounter. And while Rory tried really hard not to listen about it, he couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that while he was still a brushing virgin, she had years of experience.

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now

It made him kind of self-conscious, but it didn't change how badly he wanted to ask her out. And from what he heard, she stopped putting out at the beginning of last year. And from what he heard from the little snippets of conversations he heard in glee, she had her reasons to even start engaging in sexual activities. He may have a chance with her without seeming like a complete fool.

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

And, okay, maybe he could picture himself falling for this girl in the future, if she turned out to be who he thought she was. He really hoped that he won't be disappointed. She seemed great for now.

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody I'll sing it loud

Although the whole glee club was a bit wary of Rory at first (the fact that Quinn had suspected her of bringing a kid who couldn't sing to glee was at least annoying) he seemed to find a good companion in Blaine. But that's maybe because Blaine was friendly towards everyone.

Still, she felt responsible for the kid. It's not like Brittany was a bad host – she was just, well, Brittany. He should have at least two friends already, not a group of people that didn't pay him any attention.

That's why she came up to him and asked him to come over on Thursday to make cupcakes for Artie's West Side Story Premiere Afterparty. Breadstix sucked when it came to cupcakes.

And it totally wasn't a date. It was just a friendly meet up to make some baked goods. Totally not a date.

"So, how's your Puerto Rican accent?" Mary asked him, cracking some eggs into a bowl.

"It sucks" Rory shrugged, reading the recipe over and over again. "But that's maybe because according to you Americans I already have an accent."

"Hey, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself" She shoved him playfully with her shoulder. "Besides, girls love guys with accents."

"If they understand what they're saying" Rory gave her a sad smile. "You're one of the few people who can actually talk with me without constantly asking me what I'm saying."

"Well, I'm just awesome like that" Mary scooped some of the eggs on her finger and poked his nose with it. "You should watch and learn, kiddo"

"Hey! I'm only two years younger than you!" He took a handful of flour and threw it in her hair.

"Oh, you're going to regret this!"

Needless to say, this little banter turned into a full on food fight. But it's not like it wasn't predictable.

Suddenly Marlo found herself pressed against the counter with a bag of flour tipped over her head and laughing (and covered in eggs) Rory mere inches in front of her. If the scene wasn't already cliché, the kiss that followed sure was.

And okay the last kiss she shared with a boy happened what, three months ago? It sure felt like eternity since she had someone else's lips on her own.

Wait, she was kissing a sophomore exchange student.

She quickly pushed Rory back, her eyes wide.

"Fuck" She started to pace, her hands clasped behind her back. "Fuck, I kissed a fucking exchange student. A fucking sophomore. And OMG what if it's his first kiss. OMG I can't take someone's first kiss! Oh shit, I'm in trouble."

"Marlo-"

"And I shouldn't even be kissing anyone in the first place. Kissing leads to sex and sex leads to trouble and that's something I already established. Dammit, I can't even be in a relationship, I suck at being someone's girlfriend, you can call Jeff and Sam, they'll surely agree."

"Mary-"

"Oh fuck, Kurt is right, I'm a fucking stalker and pervert, he's barely out of Middle School!"

"Hey" Rory put his hands on her shoulders, stopping her pacing. "One, it's cool. I've kissed girls before, don't worry. Two, wow. Don't worry about sex, really, I mean, we barely know each other and you know… Anyway. Three, what do you say. We go out for a date and… You know, see if it clicks?" He smiled shyly and God, if it wasn't the cutest thing ever.

Marlo sent Rory home with a container full of cupcakes, red, swollen lips and messy hair. But still, she had given herself a pat on the back. At least she didn't jump and had her way with this Irish boy. She called that progress.

Maybe this whole thing won't blow up in her face.

Maybe.

When Mary got to Artie's afterparty, she couldn't find Blaine and Kurt. Thankfully she couldn't find Rachel either, so it wasn't so bad.

"Hi."

Marlo turned around and smiled widely. Rory was looking kind of shy, his blue eyes looking everywhere but never reaching hers.

It was cute.

"Hi" She chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a quick hug. "Congratulations. Your accent was better than yesterday!"

"That's not saying much. It still sucks."

They laughed, the air no longer cracking with tension.

"I'm sure you'll get better at it after some time" Mary twirled her hair around her finger. "I mean, you started rehearsing a week ago. The rest of the cast was there for a month now, and you're not bad for a newbie."

"Thanks" He shrugged, his hands in his pockets.

Okay, it was awkward once again.

"So" Rory looked down on her, his smile a bit shy and it was probably the cutest thing she'd ever seen. "About this date…"

"I vote tomorrow" She giggled, not caring how eager she seemed. "You know, you're a pretty decent kisser. And your kisses are addictive."

Rory turned red and laughed a bit.

"Okay, I've got to say, I've never met a girl like you before."

"Okay, are you quoting Edwyn Collins' song lyrics right now or was this just a coincidence?" Marlo raised her eyebrow, before shaking her head with a laugh. "Sorry, I'm just addicted to Charlie's Angels."

"I've- I've never seen Charlie's Angels before."

"Really? Okay, now I have a great idea for our date tomorrow night."

"Alex is the best."

"No way, I vote Dylan! She's a total badass!"

"Yeah, but Alex's got the brains!"

"Are we seriously fighting over which Angel is the best?"

"At least we agree that Natalie sucks."

"Yeah, too cheery for a private investigator. But I liked her Spider-Man panties."

"GOD, I thought that I'm the guy here."

"Yeah, but I'm the pervert in our relationship. And you have to admit that one of the reasons you like Alex is cause she always wears tight clothes."

They laughed, the credits of Full Throttle rolling on the screen and Marlo had to admit, she rarely had that much fun anymore.

"I'll admit, tight clothes are a bonus" He nodded, blushing. "But still, she's intelligent. Intelligence is sexy."

"My my, what a gentleman" She popped some popcorn into her mouth, chewing. "You rarely find a guy who's serious about that. Believe me, I tried."

"That's cause the guys you talk about are American" He chuckled. "Gentlemen here are either not-so-straight or really religious."

"From what I've heard, you're Catholic."

"Okay, you got me" He raised his hands in mock surrender, smiling.

Mary cocked her head to the side, thoughtful.

"Why are you so shy at McKinley? You're a funny guy."

"Just… I'm comfortable here" His eyes seemed glued to the floor. "You make me comfortable."

"That's- Really, how many girlfriends have you had before? You're awfully good at making me blush and I rarely blush around guys anymore."

"Two" He admitted, blushing. "Three if you count the one in kindergarten."

"You don't have to be so shy, you've got more experience than me" She scooted over to him, smiling shyly. "I've never had a girlfriend."

The both of them burst into laughter.