A/N- Well, that could have been worse. Thank you for the trust! We are so close! Don't forget to read what Rachel is up to in "Until I Found Him" by RedAmbition. The link is in my bio.

I still do not own Glee, HIMYM, Man of La Mancha, the characters, or the music. I do still co-own Tessa and Frank.


"Hello, Brother mine." Kurt took in the plaid button up shirt that Finn had tucked into his jeans. Kurt has never been a fan of Finn's decision to wear so much plaid; he tried every chance he got to rid Finn's wardrobe of it completely. "Are you going somewhere?"

Finn looked down at his chosen attire for the evening, now suddenly second guessing his decision. "I'm going out." He smoothed the front of his jeans and smiled proudly. "I have a date."

"With a girl?"

Finn swatted at his brother. "Yes with a girl. What are you even doing here?" Kurt's presence wasn't unwelcomed, but Finn was already anxious about this date. He had waited the customary three days before he called Marley, asking her to go miniature golfing with him this weekend. He was supposed to be picking her up at her place soon and he needed to make sure he left himself enough time to pick up flowers and get on the subway.

Kurt gasped. "You have a date?" Once again, he eyed the outfit Finn was wearing; this time more critically. "There is no way I'm letting you go out with a girl looking like that."

"I don't have time to change six times, Kurt." Finn looked critically at the red hat Kurt was wearing and raised an eyebrow at him. "Besides, what are you even wearing?" The tight red pants and fedora were bad enough, but when you add in the red tie and red, white, and blue striped sweater, Finn felt like maybe he shouldn't be taking fashion advice from him.

Never mind that he was in fact a fashion editor for one of the largest magazines in New York.

"Need I remind you that fashion is my job, Finn. Come on, you don't want to be late." Kurt put both of his hands on Finn's back, pushing him into his bedroom. He opened the closet, muttering a string of no's and not on your life's, finally handing Finn a pair of dark brown slacks and a white button up shirt with vertical stripes. "Here. Change into this. I'll find you a tie."

Finn groaned. "We are going mini golfing…" Finn was cut off by an intense look of distaste as his brother paused his search for a tie. "I'm not wearing a tie." Finn took the new ensemble into the other room to change, ignoring Kurt's insistence that he needed to wear a tie. When he came back, he held out his arms and turned slowly. "Better?"

"Much. You really should wear a tie. It will really class this up." He walked over to him and held two different ties to his shirt, trying to decide which looked better. "You can use all the class you can get Finn."

He swatted at the ties being held to his chest. "I'm not wearing a tie. End of story. I have to go." He once again eyed the bright red hat, tipped over Kurt's eye strategically. "You look like you're going out too. You never said why you are here?"

"You were on my way and I was going to invite you to come along if you didn't have plans."

"Well, thanks for thinking of me, I guess." The two men walked into the living room and Finn stooped slightly to check his hair in the mirror one last time. "Where are you going?"

Kurt held back a chuckle as he told him where he is going. "Decadent."

"That new gay bar?" Finn held open his from door ushering Kurt out before closing and locking the door behind them. "What makes you think I would enjoy going there?" Seriously, why?

Kurt was outright laughing as they entered the elevator and it began to travel downward. "I didn't, but I enjoyed that very much." The elevator dinged and they made their way to the street, Kurt still amused at his reaction. "But I did get to help you with your wardrobe, so I'll take it." They paused, ready to part ways for their respective evenings out. "Have fun tonight."

"You too." Finn shook his head and placed his hands in his front pocket. His fingers idly toyed with the iPod in his pocket as he made his way to the nearest subway station. Once in the terminal, he eyed the schedule and mentally compared it to where he needed to go. He had made it on time, thankfully, and boarded his train.

Knowing that there were flower vendors on nearly every corner, Finn waited to pick a bouquet until after he was off the subway. Not surprisingly, there was one just outside the entrance. He picked a small bouquet of white and yellow daisies and finished his journey to Marley's apartment. He stood at the entrance and rang the buzzer; repeating some breathing exercises while he waited. He didn't have to wait long before she buzzed him up.

"Hey Finn."

"Hey. You look nice. I, uh, got these for you." He extended the small bouquet, handing it to her gently. He noticed how the form fitting sleeveless dress fell just above her knees. Her dark hair was long and straight with the slightest of wave to it. She did look nice.

Marley smiled and smelled the flowers. "Thank you. They are beautiful. I'm just going to put them in water." She turned walking into her kitchen to place the flowers in a vase while Finn waited awkwardly in the doorway. After a minute, she returned, grabbing her purse from its spot by the door. "Okay. I'm ready."

Finn moved into the hallway, allowing her to lock up her apartment, and they made their way out into the city. "I haven't been mini golfing in forever."

"Me either. It should be fun though."

Even though Finn had taken the subway to Marley's apartment, he decided that they would take a cab to Club Putt-Putt. It made for better first date etiquette. The cab ride afforded them the opportunity to get through the customary small talk and they approached the front desk ready to play. They received their clubs and headed out to the course.

Club Putt-Putt was well known for having three different nine-hole courses. They had a pizzeria on the second level of the main floor and an arcade on the main level, catering to an all-day adventure.

The first hole, a straight shot over a small bridge was up first. "You go first." Finn insisted.

"Are you sure?"

Finn smiled. "Haven't we been through this? You're up."

"I guess we have." Marley placed her orange golf ball on the ground at the designated spot and readied her stance. She lined up her shot, tapping the ball lightly and sending it over the bridge and past the hole. "Dang it."

Finn stepped up, placing the light blue ball on the ground. He lined it up and tried to determine how much force would be required. He tapped the ball, barely sending it over the bridge. "I think your shot was better."

"It was. I thought you said you played sports?"

He laughed, watching as she lined up her next shot. "Mini golf is not a sport."

She laughed slightly as she tapped the ball into the cup. "Yes!"

"Nice shot." He lined up his own shot, tapping his own ball into the hole. "Sweet!" he reached into the hole, pulling out both of the golf balls and handing hers to her. Their fingers brushed slightly and Finn was surprised at how little he felt when they touched.

They continued working their way through the course, each taking turns being in the lead, until they were at the end of the first nine holes. So far, the two were having a great time, laughing and joking at each turn.

Finn was trying hard to move past the lack of romantic connection with her, though. She was a smart, nice, fun, pretty girl. Why was he not feeling the intense attraction that you would expect to feel on a date? Or any attraction beyond a friendly one?

"This is it, Finn. If I sink this, I win." Marley lined up the last shot, concentrating on sinking the putt. She tapped it lightly, sending the ball into the hole. She jumped up and down and launched herself into Finn's arms. Without warning, she pressed her lips to his in a quick and awkward kiss.

The second her lips were on his, Finn knew. Marley was great, but she wasn't his end game. He released her, setting her down gently. "You want to get some pizza?"

"Yeah."

The mood had instantly turned awkward and Finn didn't like it. He liked Marley and despite not wanting to pursue a romantic relationship, he did want to be her friend. They went to the pizzeria, ordering in an awkward silence.

"So…"

"I'm…"

They spoke at the same time, each trying to end the silence. Finn gestured for her to go first.

"I'm sorry I kissed you." She spoke quietly, the embarrassment coming through in her words.

Finn reached out and patted her hand. "Don't worry about it." He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to formulate the next sentence properly in his mind before he blurted something out. "Did you… uh… did you feel anything? Back then."

Marley look down at the table. "No," she said softly. "I'm so sorry Finn. I kissed you because I needed to know. This date has been great, you have been great company and a perfect gentleman, and I needed to know if there was anything there. I felt like I was out with my best friend or an older brother." The mention of dating a sibling caused Finn to involuntarily shudder as she continued. "I needed to know."

"I'm glad you did. Now we both know. I like you, but only as a friend." He watched as she let out a sign of relief while he mentally did the same.

"Pizza."

Finn looked up at the welcome distraction of the pimply faced kid who was placing their pizza on the table. "Thanks man." The kid walked away, leaving the pair alone once again. "How about we eat this pizza and then we go out and play the last nine holes as friends. You can let me try to redeem my man card."

Marley took a slice of the pizza, blowing on it in an attempt to cool it off. "I'd say, you're on. But I can't promise you winning."

Just like that, the friendly atmosphere had returned. After the finished the pizza, they played the remaining nine holes, where Finn won in a tie breaking shot. Finn made sure she returned home safely where they parted ways amicably and he began his journey home.

He entered the subway and was surprised to see the amount of people on the platform. Usually, by this time, people had reached their destinations and it was too early to for them to be coming home for the night. He stood waiting for his train while watching the people milling about.

He was watching a short man in a shiny silver jacket dancing by himself near the edge of platform. The man wasn't good at all, but Finn admired his lack of self-consciousness. When the train began to pull away, it caught his attention and his eyes fell on the silhouette of a woman leaning her head on the shoulder of the man sitting next to her. His eyes were glued on her until the train was out of his view.

He moved closer, making sure he would be able to board his train and he wondered about the events of the day. He's not sure why things didn't work with Marley; on paper she was fine, she just wasn't the one for him. He wasn't sure why he was still single, despite actively looking for love in the city.

What he did know, was that he had no intention of giving up.


A/N- See? I told you it would be resolved quick. He felt nothing for her. I promise that was still difficult to write. I heart Finn. Good things happening in the next chapter! Don't forget to check in on Rachel. Reviews are welcome.