Finn wasn't one for passing notes in class, but this time he was okay with it. He scribbled on a corner of his notebook and tore it out. He tapped on the guy's shoulder in front of him and whispered "Pass it to Christina."

Christina looked at the piece of paper on her desk and waited for Mr. Schue to turn around to look at it. Want to go out some time? Christina didn't know who it was from but she had a pretty good idea. She wrote back.

I don't know who this is. But you wrote me a note and I can't resist. What time?

I'll pick you up at seven.

It's a date.

Christina smiled and went back to her notes. Inside she finally felt like she belong. Two weeks here and she already had guys falling for her. It felt good to be wanted. She laughed to herself and looked up at the board.

Seven finally rolled around and Christina was nervous. Her parents weren't going to be home until tomorrow. They were gone for overnight on some business thing. She was happy she wasn't going to have to explain this date to them.

She adjusted her dress for the thousandth time and fixed her curls. At seven-oh-two someone knocked at the door. She had butterflies in her stomach when she opened the door to a very happy Finn.

"Oh, so you're my mystery date?" She smiled.

"Yep. Was the note thing too weird?" He asked.

She shook her head. "It was perfect." He was surprised. It was just notebook paper in Spanish class.

Christina and Finn ran to the car after dinner, rain pouring down on them. Finn couldn't find the key and both of them were completely soaked now. Christina looked up at him, her green eyes pierced through the darkness. Something overtook her and she grabbed his neck and pulled him to her lips. Finn was caught off guard, but he still kissed her back.

"Sorry," She pulled back and apologized.

Finn shook his head. "No, it's okay." He brought her back to him, kissing her passionately.

Christina and Finn stumbled into her house, both still soaked. She pulled her shoes off and threw them on the rug. Finn helped her pull of her sweater and hung it up. She went into the kitchen and came out with two bottles.

"Umm, I don't drink." He said.

She laughed and handed him one of the bottles. "Relax, it's just root beer. My all time favorite."

"Oh ok." He took a swig from it and it was root beer.

They stood there awkwardly. "So what normally happens now?" She asked.

"Like on a normal date, where they actually know who's picking them up?"

She shrugged. "I've never been on a date before."

"What?" She nodded. "I'm honored then to be your first date."

Christina laughed and Finn walked closer to her, making the space between them smaller than a foot. "Kiss me, Finn."

Christina waved at Finn as he drove down the street. She was glad nothing weird happened. She didn't feel like doing, it, on her first date with anyone ever. It was kind of embarrassing thinking about admitting it to anyone. But she felt okay when she said it to Finn.

The whole thing was making her giddy and she danced around her bedroom. She felt like flying, like everything was going to be okay again.

The next chapter will have a time skip of a month. I was too lazy to write it all out. And I couldn't think of anything interesting to fill it. I know this is a really weird chapter, but I tried. :)