A/N: This is a long chapter – sorry, I had to fit all of their date night into one chapter! Some of the math on my years in the 40's/50's may be off, but I tried to make them as accurate as possible. The dates of the movies/musicals and when they were released are in no way accurate, I just know that they were released in the same decade. I tried to remain on a timeline as best as I could, but I know that there are some accidents in there somewhere. I don't have a beta to check these things, so. I hope you enjoy it either way!

Rachel's finally managed to convince Kurt that he should listen to the music she listens to. He's not as difficult to persuade as Santana, of course, who always wants to listen to Lady Gaga or Amy Winehouse or Adele, all singers that Rachel's never even heard of before. She tolerates most of the music that Santana and Kurt listen to, but she misses her own records. She misses sitting in Central Park with Blaine and humming a Judy Garland hit between the two of them, smiling at one another and holding hands as they sat on the bench. Many people would think they were an item, but Rachel would just laugh whenever one of her friends would suggest that she see the shorter boy with the affinity for bow ties. Blaine was simply adorable, but she wasn't about to fall in love with him. She already did love him, just not in the way that everyone wanted her to. Apparently, she's supposed to be looking for the love that everyone wants her to have.

Tonight, they've agreed to disagree and Kurt pulls out yet another one of his Barbra Streisand albums, only instead of it being on one of those flimsy little silvery plastic things (everyone calls them CD's and Rachel still isn't sure as to why), he pulls out a vinyl record, something Rachel's used to seeing. She doesn't mind listening to this Barbra Straussman – or was it Streisand? – as much as she used to. Her voice is beautiful and she sounds like she really knows what she's doing with it; a consummate professional. Rachel's sitting in the chair that sits in front of the vanity in Kurt's room, Kurt combing his fingers through her hair as she looks into the mirror.

"You are going to look so beautiful," he tells her confidently, resting his head close to her shoulder and looking at her reflection in the mirror. "Finn's not going to know what hit him." Rachel giggles a bit, her nerves showing past her smile. She's worried that he won't like her when he sees her. She isn't Quinn, after all. She doesn't possess the same fair hair or face as Quinn, her figure nowhere near the delicate frame that the blonde has. She's short and has brown hair and has a nose that makes her stick out in a crowd, the complete opposite of Quinn. Quinn is tall and leggy and is beautiful and Rachel is just herself. She doesn't know how to make herself look like Quinn Bishop or like Santana or like Brittany, even. They're all such beautiful girls and Rachel just knows how to look like herself. She's always been this way. The sore thumb in a group of girls.

Rachel pushes her bangs out of her eyes and looks at herself in the mirror, eyes widening a bit as she catches her own appearance. She's wearing one of Kurt's robes, a frilly pink thing that has a princess crown bedazzled over the breast. "You can keep that if you'd like," he tells her as he rummages through the corner of his closet that he's reserved for Rachel during her stay. He keeps a special reserve of dresses at his house just in case any kind of special occasion arises. "It doesn't fit me anymore and I never really wore it, anyway. It was just kind of one big joke. Being gay doesn't come very easily in this town." Rachel turns around in the chair to look at Kurt, sighing a bit. As long as he and Santana are trying to play matchmaker for her, she might as well do the same for him.

"What's it like?" She asks him, resting her hands in her lap. "Being gay, I mean. It must be… well, it must be very difficult, Kurt."

"It can be," he says with a sigh, examining a dress with a ladybug pattern printed across it. "But it does get easier the more people you have to support you. Santana's kind of always been there for me, whether I like it or not. She's had her fair share of garbage because of her and Brittany, you know." Rachel frowns slightly, thinking of Santana being teased. She would think that the feisty girl would punch anyone who teased her square in the mouth, but maybe she was wrong. Her mother would always tell her that the villains of the world were always the one who were the most hurt, anyway.

"I'm so sorry," she tells him sympathetically, wringing her hands slightly. "I think that you and Santana are both wonderful, if it's any consolation." Kurt cracks a small smile as he looks at her once more before looking back into the closet. He can't decide on what dress to put her in for the night. He feels like he should know which one would make Finn go weak at the knees, but he doesn't. It's not like he can go upstairs and ask his stepbrother which dress Rachel could wear would make him want her more.

"Why do you ask?"

Rachel doesn't want to blow her cover. She wants to set him and Blaine up on a pleasant date, not some rushed and hectic date that leaves the both of them with a bad taste in their mouths. "Oh, no reason, I just figured you'd like to meet my friend, Blaine. You know, the one at callbacks." She catches a glance of Kurt smiling to himself and giggling slightly, causing her to laugh herself. "I just knew that you fancied him, so I figured I would ask." Kurt smiles as he pulls a hanger out of the closet.

"It's like you can read minds, Rachel Berry," he tells her, laying the dress he's selected for her out on his bed. She giggles and looks back into the mirror, flipping her hair over the shoulder.

"I have been told by others that I've had my prescient moments," she says proudly. "Anyway, I could arrange a date between the two of you. Blaine fancies men too, you know. I think you two would be absolutely darling together." Kurt smiles, toying with Rachel's hair and resting his fingers against the curling iron he's prepped for her, checking to see how hot it is. He loves how her words weave together and how developed her vocabulary is; much more than his fellow students at McKinley.

"Well, we'll just see then," he tells her, almost unable to control how excited he is. Rachel is like a godsend. He doesn't know what he would do without her. "Now, is there any way you'd like your hair to look in particular?" Rachel smiles at Kurt and looks at his reflection through the mirror.

"Not really," she says calmly. "I just… I just really want him to like it, that's all. I want to look like one of the girls on the magazines, Kurt." She sighs, if almost to herself, looking down into her lap. "I want to be pretty." Kurt scoffs for a moment and places his hands on his hips, looking slightly upset.

"Rachel, you are one of the most beautiful girls I've met," he begins, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She truly is; not wearing makeup and still having this eternal glow about her that he knows makes Finn nuts, because he's heard him mention something about how lovely she looks when she wakes up after she spends the night at their house, coming up for breakfast wearing nothing but her pajamas and a smile. "And do you want to know why? You're such a lovely, classy young woman. There aren't many girls who have the classic kind of beauty you do, Rach." He smiles and looks at her, causing a smile to slowly bloom on her face, cheeks pinking. "You're up there with Elizabeth Taylor and Audrey Hepburn and –" He pauses, a light bulb appearing over his head. "Hold on." Rachel looks at Kurt with a confused look on her face, not sure what he's up to. He scampers over to his record player, where the vinyl recording of his idol crackles through the room, making the mood a bit lighter and happier than it would be if, for example, Santana was conducting what was playing and Amy Winehouse was blasting through the speakers.

"This is you, Rach," Kurt says, showing Rachel the album cover with a flourish of his wrist. Rachel examines the cover and notices it's a picture of the woman Kurt's been listening to ever since she's met him; Barbra Streisand. She's never seen a picture of her before, and she doesn't look the way she's expected her to look. She has mousy brown hair and a nose like hers. Rachel's always pictured a stunning blonde when she hears Barbra Streisand sing. She doesn't know why, but the image of some Barbie doll has always been stuck in the back of her head, and now it's not. "Your imperfections are what make you… well, you," Kurt says with a smile. "And believe me; Finn thinks that you're beautiful no matter what. You could go out in a barrel and he would still think you were gorgeous." Rachel clutches onto the slip for the record and looks into the mirror once more, smiling a bit.

"Can we make my hair look like hers, then?"

"We can make your hair look like whatever you want it to look like," Kurt says with a smile. He picks up the curling iron and gives it a little flourish, another hand pulling open a drawer and extracting a pair of scissors. "And if the Baby Houseman look is what you want, then that's what we'll go for."

:.:.:

Finn looks at his reflection once more before walking out into the living room, nervously holding the bouquet he has picked out for Rachel. He thinks it's kind of funny; he's never gotten ready for a date when his date is in the same house as him, being prepped by his stepbrother for the big affair. Part of him feels like what they're doing is wrong – he has Quinn, after all. She's technically his girlfriend, and he's supposed to be there for her no matter what. She's the possessive type too, and he knows that if she were to hear anything about him taking Rachel out to dinner, she would fume and be in a perpetual rage – and the worst part out of all it would be that she wouldn't take out her feelings on him, but on Rachel. If he had promised her anything when she had arrived in his room that one morning, it was that he would protect her from anything – or anyone – that threatened to cause her harm. If Quinn was going to be something that would end up hurting her, all Finn wanted to do was to protect her.

He dresses in something that he feels is nice enough; his best jeans that don't have any stains from taco night on them, an old t shirt that has McKinley Athletics printed across the front paired with a nice hoodie. Kurt's given him lectures before on how he needs to dress nicely when he goes out on dates, but he doesn't want to wear a dress shirt and dress pants or anything. He doesn't want to make Rachel feel like she's underdressed. Of course, with her record of wearing a sundress or a pleated skirt everywhere she goes, he doubts that she'll feel underdressed.

"Well, you look awfully nice," his mother tells him from the kitchen as she notices Finn walk into the living room. "And you even bought her flowers, Finn?" She looks at him with a smile and Finn can't help but smile back. His mother really has taken a liking to Rachel; she's been at their house often enough. She sticks her hands back into the soapy water where she's washing dishes and looks at her son, beaming. "I'm sure whatever Kurt's doing downstairs will make her look absolutely beautiful, baby. She's a beautiful girl either way." Finn knows what his mother's trying to say. She's never had a real liking towards Quinn. She's told him that she thinks she's somewhat cold and artificial, and up until a few weeks ago, Finn couldn't see where she was coming from. Now he sees why people don't tend to care for Quinn as much as she thinks they do. Sometimes it makes him wonder if people feel the same way about him – is he guilty by association? He loves Quinn, or at least he thinks he does, and he doesn't want anything to come between the two of them, but Rachel's somehow managed to do exactly that. She's got these big brown eyes that he loves to stare into and a smile that could light up all of New York City, he swears. She's got this glow that Quinn just doesn't have, and he doesn't want to admit it, but he's falling for Rachel Berry. The girl that's from the 1940's and might not even be real, as far as he's concerned. He's in love with the girl that doesn't know what a cell phone is and that can't understand why all of the movies are in color, but he doesn't care. She's got a personality that outshines every single one of her downfalls.

"Alright," Kurt chirps, running up the stairs from his room. "Finn, your date is gorgeous. If I were straight, I would be all over her." Finn jabs Kurt in the side with his elbow, both of them staring over at his mom in the kitchen. No one knows that he's treating this date as an actual date – and that so is Rachel. It's their test drive for the other, and he couldn't be happier. He just doesn't need his mother meddling in his business.

"Anyway," Kurt continues, his voice low and quieter than before, "She looks wonderful. She's actually kind of nervous for you to see her – for anyone to see her, for that matter, so just… take everything in stride, alright?" Finn nods, feeling his heart palpitate in his chest. He's excited to see her; hoping to see a change from Santana's original makeover. He's sure she looks absolutely beautiful. "Alright, Rach! He's ready!"

Finn can't believe his eyes as she walks up the stairs and into the living room, her hands clutched together in front of her, looking up at him nervously. Her dress is stunning; a strapless black number that ends just above her knees, her waist expertly cinched with a large, pink bow that hangs off to the side of the dress. Her legs look like they go on for miles, accented only by the black pumps on her feet that lengthen everything about her. Her hair, however, is what truly draws his attention; it looks shorter and it's been curled, loose ringlets framing her face with her bangs falling slightly in her eyes, pinned back with a pink flower pin that Kurt had found attached to one of his jean jackets.

"You… your hair, Rachel…"

"Kurt cut it," she says, her voice quiet and painfully shy. Even though she's felt so comfortable around Finn since meeting him, she feels like a stranger now, meeting him for the first time. "It's only a bit past my shoulders now, but I like it better this way. It's less management, I think." She brings a manicured hand up to play with her hair, eyes drawn once again to Finn. He just stares at her in awe, unable to take the entire image of her in at once. She looks up at him once more, a worried look stuck to her face. "What are you staring at?"

"N-nothing," Finn stammers, unable to break eye contact with her. "You just… you just look so beautiful, Rach." She blushes furiously and smiles, flashing him her teeth. He forgets that he has the flowers for her and stumbles with the bouquet, nervously handing it over to her.

"They're beautiful," she tells him, pressing her face into them and inhaling a deep breath. "Daisies are my absolute favorite." She can't tear her gaze away from him, smiling as she stares into his eyes. Kurt looks at the two of them, arms crossed over his chest.

"If you two don't hurry up, you'll miss out on your reservations," he reminds Finn, causing the boy to snap back into attention and search for his keys.

"He's right," he says frantically, finding his keys and waving goodbye to his mom. "Come on, Rach, we should get going… I'll be back by midnight at the latest, okay? I'm dropping Rachel back off at Santana's." His mother laughs from the kitchen and smiles.

"Alright, sweetheart. I trust you."

:.:.:

She's so bubbly and sweet, and the way she can hold a conversation is enough to make him think that she's supposed to have her own talk show or something. She's such a darling girl, making him wish that he had known her for longer. He doesn't know when she's supposed to leave, or if she's ever going to leave. Maybe she's stuck here, in his time or era or whatever she's calling it. He can only imagine how scary it is for her, being in a new situation where she doesn't know anyone or know how anything works. She still doesn't completely understand how cell phones work, but he doesn't mind. Teaching her about the new things that the 21st century has brought the world is part of what makes her so exciting. Each thing that he mentions seems to make her even happier than before, and it makes his heart swell every time he sees her smile. She's got a charm about her that makes anyone in a room stop what they're doing and pay attention to her. It's no wonder she's a movie star; she captivates people. Rachel Berry is a star. She's his star.

Rachel catches her breath through her laughter and looks at Finn sitting across from her, unable to stop smiling. "You're joking!"

Finn laughs along with her, smiling just as wide. "No, I'm serious! Kurt had this phase where he thought he would dress up like a greasy trucker or whatever and people bought it. He even tried to date Brittany." This makes Rachel laugh uncontrollably, beginning to choke on her lemonade.

"Brittany Pierce?" She swallows her drink and looks at Finn, surprised. "Santana must have had a fit."

"No, she didn't. She and Brittany weren't going out at the time." Finn smiles, thinking of how much Rachel doesn't know. Their group of friends has gone through a lot of changes in the past three years alone, many of which are all kept secrets from Rachel. Finn's sure that if Kurt ever found out that he was telling her all of this, he would hit him – either that, or force him to do something stupid that he wouldn't like. "Santana was dating Puck at the time. Or, at least she was trying to make everyone think that she was dating Puck." Rachel giggles and Finn smiles, unable to handle how cute she is when she laughs. Her nose scrunches up on her face and she looks adorable, causing him to want to at least take her by the hand across the table. He doesn't know how she's so cute, and whether or not she puts it on by purpose or if simply by accident. "But I want to hear all about you," he prompts her, causing her to smile. "What did you do back when you… back when you were you?" Finn doesn't know how to phrase the question exactly. He just knows that she's not from here; she's from some other era.

He doesn't know about the fact that she's dead. Rachel chooses not release that little bit of information. She doesn't want to frighten him or anything. Not when she's got him wrapped around her finger and she can see him falling for her. It's too easy to mess something up like Finn and her. She wants them to last as long as they possibly can, and telling him that she's dead wouldn't be the greatest way to make sure that happened.

"You don't need to know about me," Rachel starts, shaking her head. "I'm not very special. I'm sure your stories are much more interesting than mine." She doesn't know what to tell him. On one hand she wants to tell him all about herself, and on the other she doesn't. Maybe he won't care.

"A beautiful girl like you has to have an interesting story, right?" Rachel looks down into her lap and smiles, her face turning red and her entire body feeling like it's on fire. "I wonder sometimes, y'know? Sometimes I picture your life being exactly like how it's described in my history book, and then this other part of me thinks that there's this other side to wherever you're from, Rach." Finn pauses, noticing Rachel laugh a bit at whatever he's saying. For some reason he knows that she's not laughing at him, and instead she's laughing at the idea of him. The more he thinks of it, the more he likes it – Quinn never does anything like that. Whenever the two of them go out, all Quinn is concerned with is her cell phone. Rachel pays attention to him and smiles and giggles and stays present, something Quinn only does when she knows there's something in it for her.

"I'm not too interesting, you'll find," Rachel begins, tracing the rim of her glass of lemonade with her finger. Her nails are painted a light, cotton candy pink, matching the sash around her waist. "But I guess I could… if you were willing to listen." Finn nods his head and smiles.

"Of course I'd be willing to listen," he tells her. "Besides, I know how much you love to talk."

"I'm originally from here," she begins, looking at Finn with a smile. "Lima used to be much smaller, back in my day, but it's grown into a rather nice town, I suppose. I lived on Birchwood Lane, right across the street from the bowling alley – and they bowling alley is the same, I think. The lettering outside of the building hasn't changed and it's still the same yellow bricks on the outside." Finn smiles as she begins to reminisce on her days as a high schooler, reminding him of his Nana. He's sure that if she were whatever age she was supposed to be today, she would be around her age – but he likes her better this way. She's much more vibrant than any other girl he's met. "Anyway, I lived with my mother and my father, and that was it – I'm an only child, you see. Most of my days were spent with my mother, since my father was always out working. He would go on business trips and he would always go to New York, where I always wanted to go. I've always wanted to go to New York and become a star, just like Judy Garland or Katharine Hepburn." Rachel smiles and sighs to herself for a moment, taking a sip of her lemonade. "Anyway, he would always go to New York and when he came back, he would always promise me that one year, he would take my mother and I to see the skyscrapers in the city. We would go around Christmastime and get to see the Radio City Rockettes, and go to Rockefeller Center and see a show on Broadway – an actual show on Broadway, Finn." She sighs to herself. "I was so excited."

"So what happened after that? You obviously made it to New York."

"I told everyone in high school that I was going to move to New York when I graduated. They all thought I was stupid, because I was supposed to grow up and become a housewife, just like every other girl in my graduating class was supposed to. But I wanted something so much more than cooking casseroles and banana bread for my husband all day. I wanted to sell out Madison Square Garden and sing with some of the greatest musicians in the world, and I certainly wouldn't be able to do that by staying in the kitchen for the rest of my life." Finn smiles at her determination, something that obvious carried through with her into now. "When I told my parents, they said that they would let me do whatever I wanted, as long as I proved to be successful. So I moved out to California when I was eighteen, hoping to make some kind of mark as a film actress. I had always heard that it was much easier to become a film actress, or at least a background actress, so I went to casting calls after I arrived in Hollywood."

"What was your first movie?"

"A small picture. It wasn't anything special, but it was a movie – and I was so excited that I phoned my parents in Ohio and paid the long-distance fee with my new paycheck!" She giggles. "It was after that when I started in the other films. Casablanca and Gone With the Wind… and then I met my best friend on the set of Citizen Kane, and we decided that we were going to move to New York together. He was like me; we both wanted careers on Broadway instead of in Hollywood. You have to change for them in Hollywood, you know. They make you dye your hair and change the color of your eyes and wear makeup that makes you look absolutely ridiculous. There's something about the theatre that's more forgiving with people's flaws, so we wanted to go there. He was a short fellow too, and I certainly didn't look like Maureen O'Hara, so we moved. We saved up two hundred dollars for the both of us to go on a plane from Los Angeles to New York." Finn's eyes bug at the sound of a plane ticket from Los Angeles to New York only costing one hundred dollars.

"Rach, that's… weren't you scared?"

"A little," she says, reaching over for a breadstick. "But we had each other, and that was really all that mattered. My parents were so excited for me, and my friend, Blaine was successful right away. He starred in Oklahoma! quickly after we moved. I went to see him and I felt so great, being able to know someone who was in an actual Broadway show."

"And what happened to you?"

"It's harder for girls," she explains, almost bitterly. "Most of it all depends on what you look like. But there was one show, and I figured I would audition for it – Annie Get Your Gun. I was cast as Annie Oakley, and it was a hit. I couldn't have been happier… and it was marvelous, Finn. I felt like an actual celebrity – like I was Judy Garland. That show closed and then came another, South Pacific, in which I starred in, which was great. Everything was marvelous."

"You were in that movie, too, right?" Finn remembers watching South Pacific and seeing Rachel in the background.

"Yes," she replies, smiling. "They thought it would be a fun idea for me to be in it, only I simply ended up being in the chorus. It was a bit of a gyp, if you ask me." Finn laughs, smiling at her as she speaks of all of this. He's never heard Rachel to have a bad attitude over anything they've talked about, but this seems to be it.

"Well, I'm sure you were better," he offers, causing her to giggle. "So did you decide to stay in New York afterwards?" If he had done his research correctly, South Pacific was the last movie she had appeared in.

"Yes," she says, adjusting her hair. He still can't get over her hair. It looks fabulous. "I flew back to New York to see Blaine in yet another show, because he was becoming so successful, and then we were both offered parts in one of the biggest movies at the time – Singing in the Rain. I was so excited, and Blaine and I would be in a film together, both starring in it, and it would have been the most magical thing in the entire world." Finn smiles and looks at how excited she seems when she talks about the movie she could have been in, grinning from ear to ear. "It was Christmastime then, and I was going to drive home to my parents in Ohio, but I…." She stops talking; realizing that everything Blaine's told her is true. It was when she died, and it was how she ended up here, back to where she started right before she moved to California.

"But you what?"

"But then I ended up here," she corrects herself, lying slightly. It's not like that wasn't how things happened. She's here now, and the last she remembers was falling asleep in her car. She's not lying through her teeth. She notices Finn's face drop, but she smiles, hoping to save him from too much grief. "And I don't know what happened with you and the television set, but I have to say, Finn, I'm so thrilled I get to spend my time here with you." Now she's not lying anymore. Everything she says is true; too true. She loves Finn. She only wishes he would feel the same way about her.

"I'm pretty glad you're here too, Rach," he tells her with a smile, reaching out across the table and finally grabbing her by the hand. Rachel tips her head down to look in her lap and smiles, feeling her entire body turn red. Maybe Blaine was right. Doing this is one of the best ideas she's had since arriving with Finn and his group of friends.

:.:.:

The two of them are walking together, Finn holding Rachel by the hand as she maneuvers around the courtyard in the back of the restaurant in her heels. They're nowhere near as high as the ones that Santana wears, but Rachel likes them just the same. They're more flattering, she thinks.

"So, Kurt tells me you've got quite a voice," Finn tells her, looking down at the girl whose hand he's got wrapped up inside of his. Rachel looks up at him like she's surprised. "He told me that you 'rival Judy Garland and Barbra Streisand and all of those other people he listens to." Rachel giggles and looks at Finn with a smile, swinging his hand a bit.

"Kurt sure does love that Barbra Streisand lady," she says, grinning. "And thank you, I guess. I've always loved to sing. It's kind of what makes me… me, I suppose." Finn looks down at her and smiles, realizing that they're alone. The only things surrounding them are the strings of lights around the gazebo in the courtyard and the shrubbery, but other than that it's just them, holding hands and smiling at one another.

"Sing me something."

Rachel chokes for a minute, unable to comprehend what he's told her. "Here? Now?"

"Why not?" Finn smiles, stopping in front of the gazebo and still holding her by the hand. "I'll even dance with you if you'd like. I can't promise you that I'm much of a dancer, but I'll dance with you." He takes Rachel's hand and adjusts it to what he thinks is closed position, but Rachel quickly giggles and adjusts the two of them, moving his hand to her waist, where it fits perfectly, her hand resting on his shoulder. She looks up at him and he looks down at her and their eyes meet, causing Rachel to look away, her cheeks pinking and her smile turning into a nervous grin.

"Alright," she says bashfully, looking back up at him. "But I can't promise you that it'll sound good." She steps around a bit and he dances with her, Finn eventually taking the lead as Rachel sings, her voice lower and quieter so as not to draw too much attention to themselves.

"I'll be seeing you, in all the old familiar places… that this heart of mine embraces all day through…" She giggles and stops singing for a moment, Finn stopping along with her.

"Don't stop," he tells her urgently. "It's beautiful."

Rachel laughs and continues, this time singing louder. "In that small café, the park across the way, the children's carousel, the chestnut trees, the wishing well…" He laughs as they continue to dance awkwardly around the gazebo, Rachel beginning to laugh.

"Your voice is beautiful," he tells her, causing Rachel to stop, looking directly up at Finn. Their eyes meet and she can't even bother to giggle, his eyes looking into hers. The silence between them seems fitting, like it belongs there, and Rachel finally breaks it, moving her other hand up to his other shoulder.

"You know, you can kiss me if you want to," she says, her voice nearly silent. "I won't tell anyone."

Finn doesn't say anything, and instead bends down slightly to reach her, Rachel standing up on her toes to reach him, their lips meeting somewhere in between. He kisses her and at first she doesn't know what to do; if she should kiss him back or not. After all, she was the one who told him that she wanted to kiss him. He wraps his arms around her waist and holds her closer, causing Rachel to kiss him back. They continue to kiss each other and it feels like the entire world around them doesn't exist; the only thing that matters is the two of them, finally being able to be with one another. She pulls away from him for a moment, Finn pushing her hair out of her eyes.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he confesses, causing Rachel to giggle. She stands back up and kisses him, this time with much more vigor than the first kiss. He kisses her back and she smiles into their kiss, wanting so much to say something else to him – but they're stopped. The sprinkler system is turned on and the entire courtyard is showered from every angle, breaking the two of them apart. Rachel pulls away from him and the two of them laugh, Finn grabbing her by the hand and running out to the parking lot towards his car. He doesn't know how he's gotten so lucky to find a girl as perfect as Rachel – and the worst part is, she's not even his.

:.:.:

"Why were your clothes wet when you got home?" Kurt asks the next morning over breakfast. The two boys sit in the kitchen together, Finn leaning against the sink with a bowl of cereal in hand. "What, did Rachel take you to a water park or something?" Kurt laughs and Finn smiles, thinking back to his date the night before. He can't tell Kurt about any of it. He knows Rachel won't, and he's afraid that he'll let it slip one day that he and Rachel danced together while she sang. And that they kissed and the sprinklers were turned on them. And that he drove her home and kissed her once more before she got to Santana's.

"Oh, Rachel accidentally rolled the windows down last night," he says, looking down into his bowl. "Someone had their sprinkler on and it hit me. It really sucked." Kurt looked at Finn suspiciously, taking another bite of his toast.

"She looked so nice last night, didn't she?" Kurt sighs to himself, picturing the image in his head. "Her hair looked fabulous, and her dress… I swear, Rachel Berry could be an old film star. She's just… she's got that classic beauty about her."

Finn smiles at Kurt's remark and tries not to laugh at the irony. If only Kurt knew that she actually were an old film star, maybe he wouldn't say the things he does.