Disclaimer: I do not have any relation to Glee or any of the writers on Fox. Purely fictional.
"Finny, have you seen Tina? She said she was going to be here by now." Rachel inquired while straining her neck to look over her boyfriend's shoulder.
"Rach, would you just relax? If she's going to be here then she will be."
"I know. But she said she has this huge surprise, and I'm pretty sure it involves a guy. She's not usually this secretive about her love life, so it means she's serious this time. I just wanted to make sure –"
"Look babe." His hand cupped her knee, and Rachel always wondered how he seemed to know exactly what to do to calm her down. "She's a big girl now alright? She can take care of herself. If you're going to be all motherly on her, she's not going to tell you anything."
The brunette let out a sigh and sunk back in her seat. "Fine."
"Artie just rolled in and I'm going over to talk to him alright? Do you promise me to stay here and wait patiently for Tina?"
She wrinkled her nose at the request but begrudgingly nodded her head anyway.
"That's my girl." He pecked her forehead gently and in that second, Tina's secret didn't seem so significant anymore. She let her eyes trail after her boyfriend, and questioned how he could look so adorable even though she could hardly see his face.
A tap on her shoulders knocked away some fantasies, and the friend engulfed her.
"Hey Rach."
"Oh my god Tina! Hi!"
"I'm sorry that I was late. I got uh, caught up."
"That's alright. What matters is that you're here. So come on, what's this huge news?" Rachel asked, bouncing in her seat, excited for this secret she had been hidden from for about 3 months now. She couldn't help it; she was after all a journalist, explaining this thirst for gossip.
Tina knew how it must have killed Rachel. So, for the fun of the game, she took a slow and long sip of her water, dusted off some imaginary lint from her dress and stared out at the crowd as though Rachel was invisible.
"Tinaaa-aaa…" The brunette whined. "Come on!"
Tina Cohen-Chang giggled and turned to look at her best friend. "I've met this guy. I've actually been seeing him for over four months now."
"And you're only telling me this now?"
"I wanted to be sure when I told you!"
"But 4 months Tina! That's…"
"I know. That's why this is special."
"I'm so happy for you Tina. Is he here today? Is that why you were late?" She started bouncing in her seat again.
"Yeah. It was a little difficult to get him dressed properly for the occasion."
"So, where is he? Do I get to meet him?"
Tina saw her date coming in from the back of Rachel's head and widened her smile. Rachel spun her head around. Then, Tina got up and walked beside her partner. She gave him a tiny kiss on the cheek before wheeling him to her friend.
"Rach, this is …"
"Artie Abrams? My name is Rachel Berry."
"Good to have finally met you too Rachel." The bespectacled man nodded graciously at the hand Rachel has extended because there was already a queer acknowledgment of existence from way before.
"Tina has been telling me so much about you that I feel as though I've known you my whole life."
"I hope she hadn't said anything embarrassing."
"Don't worry about it. It's actually not from Tina that made me feel like I've known you for a while."
"Oh?"
"It's the fact that you greeted me in the same way your boyfriend did."
"Oh?" She saw Finn exit from the bathroom door, and his eyes had gone straight to hers. They shared a smile among one another, and she looked back at the couple before her eyes.
Every person, every single is on his/her lookout for someone special. Sometimes, you'd realize that in the midst of chasing after this idea of a perfect person, the most imperfect one would sneak up your back and find you instead. That's when you'll realize that not everything would work out the way it should be. You need to know that there's no such thing as The Love Pundit. Nobody can teach you about making someone else fall in love with you. When it comes, it just does. And there's no way you can escape that moment of magic. Because love picks you.