A/N: Thank you for reading my story and sending reviews! I'm back from holiday. Now the story is half way through. I hope you will enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and its character.

Chapter 10 – September 2013

Despite his family and friends ruined his morning, the date with Rachel last Saturday went so well. After the lunch, Finn took her to the bowling alley at Chelsea Piers.

She sucked at bowling!

Oh yeah, she huffed making an excuse that she had never played bowling. She threw a gutterball after gutterball after gutterball after… ('Stop laughing at me, Finn!'). She was so cute when she desperately tried to prove that she could do better. Frown when she concentrated at throwing a ball, the scrunchy face when she failed, the cheeks turning red rebuking when he laughed at her.

And the cu, cul, culet? curet? Damn, what did Kurt say about girls' attire the other day, shorts but kinda skirt? Anyway, she wore the short-skirt-like shorts and when she bent to throw a ball he could worship her toned long legs and her perfect round buttocks. Not that he checked her out.

Alright, he did. So what? It was not like he did that to someone else while dating with Rachel. He checked Rachel out, you know, the girl he was in love with. She was the perfect combination of sexy and cute. He couldn't help. So sue him.

Okay, he digressed.

When finally she managed to throw her shiny pink ball keeping away from falling into the gutter, she jumped up and down excitedly (even though she hit only three pins). Then she turned around with twinkling eyes and literally dived into his arms which caused him to fall on his backside. But he didn't care how painful his ass was because she gave him a real prize.

Rachel slumped down onto top of him keeping her arms around his neck straddling (and he wrapped his arms around her middle) as he landed on his butt. After sharing giggles for a while, they stared into each other's eyes before her gaze shifted towards beneath his eyes, her forefinger idly tracing his freckles which caused him to shiver. 'You have freckles,' she said. Then she slightly parted her lips and lowered her face closer to his. He, with his both hands, pushed back her hair which had been tickling his cheeks before finger-combing her hair and cradling her head.

When her lips met his, everything around them disappeared. And it engendered something deep inside of him.

He didn't even notice that some kid passing by them with a horrified look ran back to his mother going like, 'Ewwwww, grooooooss! Mooooommm!' (his mom said 'Don't look at them' covering her son's eyes with her hand). A few minutes later, a staff walked over to them before clearing his throat.

"It's not that public display of affection does not be allowed here, but, um, we have a lot of kids at this hour of day, so…"

Embarrassed, Finn and Rachel stopped what they'd been doing immediately with tomato faces and pulled themselves away each other as the guy working at the bowling alley declared awkwardly.

Finn hastily tried to get both of her and himself up, which ended up accidentally head-butting Rachel. She cried out with a sharp pain, her hand on her forehead which was already swelling as she leaned backward. The more in a hurry, the more his own body turned traitor to him. His legs tangled and his large flame spread over her tiny one. Dumbfounded by his own clumsiness, he grabbed her face in his hands and repeatedly apologized. But Rachel didn't either get angry or show some tears. She just burst into laughter as her hand which had rubbed her forehead sifted to her stomach. Finn gasped before crying out.

"Rachel! Stop laughing at me!"

"You mercilessly laughed at my lack of skill at bowling, Finn! You deserved it!"

"I told you, I'm uncoordinated! So stop!"

"No, I won't!"

"Rachel! I warned you!"

"No!"

Finn tackled Rachel and started tickling. She squealing writhed under his large figure, trying brushing his hands away from her lumbar. Yup, they forgot people's eyes surrounding them again. They were almost banned from the bowling alley.

Recalling the bowling date with a goofy grin, Finn, who was eating his lunch in the teachers' lounge, failed to hear a student teacher chatting excitedly.

"It's a shame for you not to take part in the extracurricular class today. I don't think musical is your favorite but I bet you could enjoy it." Marley Rose, who had developed a little crush on Finn since she first met him, continued talking to him putting her hand on his arm.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, totally." Absent‐mindedly Finn answered, not noticing her affectionate gesture.

"You brain is still on a vacation, isn't it?" Matt Rutherford, a gym teacher, chuckled. "Eww, gross! You should close your mouth when eating." He wrinkled his nose as he saw his colleague munching happily his lunch. "If you go like that, you're never gonna find the right one." He smirked, twirling the ring on the third finger of his left hand.

"Oh, I don't think so." Marley cut in. "I think that's one of his charms." She retorted, looking at Finn through her eyelashes.

Out of the corner of his eye seeing the music teacher who seemed to keep daydreaming, Matt smiled at Marley sympathetically. "Good luck with that." He turned his face towards Finn. "Right? Huds?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, totally."

"Ready to go?" Blaine asked, peeking into Rachel's green room.

"Um, I think so." Rachel looked around her room one last time holding her puppet.

Attending an extracurricular class in a NYC elementary/middle school was longstanding convention for actors on Broadway to contribute to the community as their social responsibility. Rachel and Blaine were going to an elementary school in Greenwich Village to tell a story about Broadway and perform with some tunes from their show for third and fourth grades today.

"So, how did it go on Saturday?" Blaine with a smirk tried to get a piece of information about Rachel and Brody as they met their agencies outside of the theater.

"What are you talking about?" Rachel pretended nonchalantly as they got into a town car.

"You know what I mean." Blaine sank himself into the back seat next to Rachel before elbowing her arm playfully. "I know you went on a date with him. So tell me how it went."

Although so many voices in the back of her head kept whispering as to how sexually attractive Brody (Finn) was—large hands, strong forearms, nice butt… even his freckles and messy hair captivated her— thanks to her cast mates and crew's intervention, the date went so well. She splendidly succeeded in ignoring the voices because of her competitiveness and his (adorable) clumsiness.

Finn was so charming—sweet, funny and sexy. She couldn't help herself from kissing him. She couldn't believe she actually did display affection in a public area. She knew she could be an affectionate and touchy freely person sometimes but she had never done like that before with Jesse (of course with Jonas either). When with Finn, she felt somehow right. She had never felt like that with anyone else. She felt safe when in his arms. What did Blaine say? 'Right time' meant the time when it felt good. Which meant that right time might be the time when she felt right too?

Rachel turned her head towards her co-star, but she bit her tongue and faced forward again since she already knew the answer. Blaine arched his eyebrow as he saw her hesitate to elaborate before just giving him a simple answer 'it was great' instead. She remained silent the rest of the time while on the town car, recalling the sequel to the date.

They watched Sweeney Todd, had dinner and walked Rusty to the dog run together after having gotten (Rachel's) home from the bowling alley. Then they returned to her apartment again and parked themselves on the couch in her living room to chill out. Though her self-conscious suddenly swooped down on her (she realized that the synthesis of the couch and Finn produced two concepts: danger and craving), her drowsiness beat it this time.

Rachel had to struggle to fight off sleep while they were watching ESPN Sports Center, but to no avail because of her no-interest in sports. She eventually leaned her head against Finn's shoulder (as for Finn, he couldn't watch to the end of the program because he felt something tiny but warm on his lap while idly playing her hair watching on TV. He looked down at whatever it was before finding Rachel's tiny left hand on his left tight).

When Rachel woke up, she found herself on top of Finn, who idly stroked her hair closing his eyes. She looked up at him rubbing her eyes before turning her face towards TV which already was off. When she faced him again, her gaze met his sleepy eyes. She asked how it went with his favorite team, remaining her position. Finn explained they played doubleheader against Marlins, lost Game 1 but won Game 2. She said she had no idea what he was talking about and asked if it meant that they ended in a tie. He chuckled before asking if she did enjoy any other sports to watch or actually do and if she had ever been to a sport match.

Since she and Jonas started dating, she had been to the games a few times where he played as a starting quarterback in order to cheer him up; the truth was just to watch his play from the farthest and most remote seat in the stand because he might have said she had better not come to the games (he hastily corrected his own words, making an excuse like he was distracted or couldn't focus on the game when she came—but hey, she was his girlfriend, at least she thought at that time, why not showing up and cheering him up?).

Recalling the worst memories of her lifetime, she opened her mouth to answer to Finn, but stopped in mid-sentence. Instead, she asked if he played or enjoyed watching any other sports.

She learnt that Finn was a quarterback in high school.

Then something hit her; there was one thing she had been on her mind. She didn't know about Finn as much as he did about her. He didn't seem to want to talk about his job, he didn't seem to like letting her meet his friends. According to Santana, he was a ladies' man. If it was true, he definitely changed for some reason judging by what Rachel and Finn had shared. Then why didn't he talk about himself more? Why didn't he let her meet his friends? She didn't think he was playing her. Or did she just want to believe that?

And maybe she should tell him about her miserable experiences with Jonas. Also about what happened to Jesse and her. Maybe sometime soon. But not now. She thought.

She wasn't sure that he felt her tense her body, but definitely he knew something was wrong with her since her mouth shaped a perfect 'O' and climbed off him. Actually, he frowned and asked what was going on and if he said something wrong.

She just shook her head to Finn who got himself up on the couch and threw herself into him. He automatically held her in his arms and stretched themselves out on the couch again. He stroked her hair without saying anything, which she really appreciated, and they stayed like that for a while.

Rachel was too deep in thought to notice that she got to the elementary school.

"Rachel? Rachel!" Blaine called out, waving his hand in front of her face.

"Huh?"

"We are here." Blaine informed. "Are you okay?" He asked with a worried look.

Rachel got out of the car before trying to assure him. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

"Oh, I think I left my wallet at the class room." Finn said rummaging in his backpack before looking up at Matt. "Go ahead, I'll catch up soon." When he was about to go back to the class room, he heard a familiar voice from the other end of the hallway.

"Finn!"

Blaine frowned as Rachel called out to a very tall guy who was standing at the opposite end of the hallway. "Finn? Do you know that guy?" He asked her raising his eyebrow.

"Um, he's Brody. I'll explain later." Rachel answered to her co-star over her shoulder as she ran to the tall guy. "Finn! What are you doing here?" She asked panting.

"R-Rachel? What are you doing here?" Finn asked in answer having the jitters as he saw a short man with a bowtie approaching them. "I thought it was your day off today."

Rachel filled him in before introducing Blaine and their agencies to him. "How about you? Did you come to take pictures of the extracurricular class?"

Finn rubbed the back of his neck tensely. "Um, kinda. I mean, I have to go to Carnegie Hall with kids to take pictures." He really wanted to tell her the truth, not pile a lie after a lie. But he couldn't because there were other people here.

Rachel nodded before noticing something was missing. "Where's your camera?"

"Oh, um…"

Finn was about to make some excuse as Matt interrupted shouting at his colleague from the hallway entrance. "Huds, you've got your wallet? We have to go now." Which made Finn momentarily froze.

Rachel tilted her head to one side. Blaine arched his eyebrow as he felt Brody getting strained for some reason. He shifted his gaze from Brody to Rachel who seemed to balk at saying something. To break some weird tension floating in the hallway, he cleared his throat before declaring. "Well, nice to meet you Brody. We gotta go too." He motioned Rachel to let her know that their agencies beckoned them from the corner of the hallway to come to the principal office.

After awkwardly exchanging 'see you later' with Finn, Rachel, who was dragged out of the place by Blaine, looked at the 6'3" over her shoulder as a female voice called his name which was used only by his close and important people. A young slender brunette ran to him before handing something out to him with her one hand, her other hand rubbing his arm affectionately.

In the principal office, Rachel was too distracted with the image of the young woman and Finn who she had just seen in the hallway to join the conversation between the principal, Blaine and their agencies.

When the principal Shannon Bieste led them to the gymnasium, Rachel found the young brunette standing with the teachers there. She was very pretty.

"Rachel, are you really okay?" Blaine whispered in her ear as one of the teachers talked to his students. "You look a little green."

"Um, yeah, I'm fine." Rachel forced herself to smile at him. But honestly, the more she tried to eradicate the image, the more her self-deprecation got inflated inside of her. To make matters worse, she could hear (not eavesdropped, she swore!) another woman with readhead asking the brunette about some kind of the relationship between Finn and her.

"What a shame he couldn't partici… How's it going… him, by the way?" The readhead whispered.

The brunette blushed. "I don't know… but I tried to have lunch with him every day… Oh, he was so adorable today. He seemed…"

Rachel felt like she had a lump in her chest. Was she his girlfriend or something? Was that why he had been in this school? Then why did Finn ask her out? Was that true that Santana had said about him? Her mind almost exploded with millions of questions.

But Rachel Barbra Berry was a professional under any circumstances.

She completed her duty with a blight smile.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Blaine asked when they emerged out of the school.

"About what?" Rachel threw a question back without looking at him.

"About Brody? About what happened in the hallway?" Blaine peered into her eyes.

Rachel let out a deep breath before turning her head towards her agent. "Nancy, I want to walk home from here." Then she faced her gel haired co-star. "Sorry, B. I have a sore throat. I just want to go home. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay." Blaine nodded. "See you tomorrow, Rachel."

Rachel waved her hand to Blaine and their agencies saying good night. And she started walking home, wondering why she had an ominous feeling and a chill was because she might be heartbroken soon or later, or because of something else.

A/N: I stole the line of Cal from "Crazy, Stupid, Love."

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