"Hello and Welcome!" Finn announced loudly, apparently thinking this was the way most greeters behaved. He was mistaken.

Sam forced a smile and furrowed his brows nervously.

"Hey, Finn… you alright?" Quinn sighed and shot a look at her escort.

"Sam, it doesn't do any good to ask questions that you know the answer to." She narrowed her eyes at the football player who stood behind the greeter's stand, and then cast a look back at the blonde who had his arm around her waist. "He's never been okay, and he never will." Her tone was as cold as ice and although she looked amazing in her slinky evening gown, she was not looking very beautiful on the inside.

"That's not true." A voice sliced through the forming silence and jolted Finn. He glanced down to see a serious looking Thad sliding into place besides the Giant singer. "He's more normal than you'll ever be, because he cares about people… an ability I can see you're lacking." Quinn looked taken aback and she furrowed her brows. She clenched her fingers and her nails dug into Sam's arm. He widened his eyes and bit his lip hard.

"Let's go sit." He choked out, trying his best not to curse at the pain that was building with every passing second that Quinn was angry. She didn't say anything, but started moving towards their seat, her pressure loosening with every passing second. She shot a death glare over her shoulder towards Finn's small defender, but he looked completely unfazed.

Finn smiled and bit his lip. "Thad…" He whispered. He felt something inside his chest that was warm, and felt nice, but he brushed it off as heartburn. "What are you doing here? I thought you were waiting on the targets…" Not that Finn minded.

"David is covering it; he said he could do it better anyways." Finn glanced over after hearing this and saw a middle-aged, overweight woman setting down the plates at the table.

"Holy Shit! That's amazing! How did he do that! He doesn't even look like himself…" Finn bemused, completely startled by the pleasant surprise.

"Hmh?" Thad asked, turning to see what Finn was so happy about. He laughed quietly and shook his head. "Finn! That's one of the actual waiters…" He pointed at a man with a massive afro and clothes that looked as if that had been stolen from a bad 60's costume shop. The man walked as if listening to music, and had a ridiculous smirk plastered on his face. He kept pointing at people and calling them 'groovy' and 'cool cats'. Even Thad thought it was pathetic.

Finn laughed loudly and his knees buckled and he steadying himself on the stand.

"God, that's rich. He looks like such an ass…" Thad nodded and shared in the smiling, his hands folded in his lap.

"A total douche." Thad added as he blinked away happily, making himself look even more adorable. Finn glanced up at him and he gulped. His laughter died suddenly and he straightened.

"Yeah, so…" He couched quietly and shuffled over to the side of the stand awkwardly. "Yeah, there's enough room for you here…totally." Thad smiled in appreciation and ducked below the stand. Finn could hear him fiddling with something and right as he was about to look, Thad stood up and Finn laughed. Thad had pulled out a footstool, and he was now actually able to look over the stand.

"Looks like you've been here before." He said with a bemused smile.

"Yeah, this is usually my job, that's why the stool is here." He seemed to blush slightly, and looked away; his temperature rose rapidly and he bit his lip. He couldn't understand how Finn did the things he did without even trying, or knowing what he was doing. "Dad says it's the only job I can't mess up." Thad said with an insincere laugh, obviously trying to hide the pain that a statement like that caused him. "I'm friendly, and people like that in a greeter…so this is my job."

"Well, I think… you'd do any job really well… you've got…um…what's that word…" Finn furrowed his brow, and the creases in his forehead seemed to dance as he searched for the word that eluded him.

"Overly enthusiastic?" Thad tried with a shrug.

"Charisma!" Finn practically shouted as he jumped up, proud that he had figured out such a big word all by himself. That's the one!" He smiled and nodded once. "You have charisma and… well, I really like it. So, don't be so down on yourself…" He added the last part in a whisper, and his eyes seemed to sparkle slightly.

"Yeah, okay…" Thad's voice was equally quiet and they both stayed like this for a couple of minutes before Rachel Berry's loud voice boomed through the silence, shattering the sweet moment that Finn was having with the Warbler.

"FIIIIIINNNNNN!" She bellowed as she burst through the front door and rushed up to the stand. "You probably can't even tell it's me! Look! I'm Blonde!" Finn's eyes widened and he glanced down at the small girl who was standing before him. She was right, she didn't look much like herself, but Finn wasn't so sure that was a good thing. She practically looked like a Quinn Fabray clone, and it was rather off-putting. She had on an outfit that Finn was pretty sure he remembered quinn wearing, not that he remembered outfits very well, but he remembered they were making out when she was wearing it, and it was really hard for him to try to get his hands under that shirt. He shivered and looked back at Rachel.

"Um, wow, Rach. Yeah. You do look different. There's no way Kurt will be able to tell it's you." She smiled brightly and rushed around the side of the stand to throw her arms around Finn and give him the best hug she could manage; she couldn't fit her arms all the way around him, but she did her best.

Thad narrowed his eyes and sidestepped the girl who was doing exactly what he wished he could be doing; how he envied her.