Chapter 2

It was him, the nameless guy he had seen at Rachel's audition. It appeared as if he recognized the car, so Finn quickly sped up and left.

Why did I even go? She can buy another one, Finn thought to himself. He raised the volume of the radio again on his way home. When he arrived he left the bottle in his car and headed inside the building of his apartment.

Puck wasn't in the living room or kitchen, Finn shrugged and grabbed a beer before walking to the living room. He sat down and watched a movie, midway through he heard voices coming from the hallway, Puck. Finn groaned and stood up, turned off the TV, threw the empty beer bottle away, and headed to his own room.

Yes, Puck was his best friend since high school, but he could be a huge jerk sometimes. And Finn wasn't in the mood to deal with it tonight. Finn took off his clothes, brushed his teeth, called it a day, and went to bed.

Early next morning Finn woke up. The sun was shining brightly through his window as he got dressed. Finn prepared a bottle of protein shake for himself and left the apartment; he drove to Central Park and then parked the car. He got out and began to jog, his daily routine. After an hour of running while listening to his iPod he felt his legs heavy; he was tired. He drank some of his drink and walked back to his car while admiring his surroundings.

When he got in he noticed Rachel's pink bottle in the back row. He shook his head trying to shake the thoughts away too. Surprisingly it worked, or so he thought as he drove home. He showered, ate some quick breakfast, and got back into his car to drive to work.

Later that day, Finn was inside his car on his way home. Again he noticed the bottle in the back row of seats. He sighed in frustration, what was he supposed to do? He sure wasn't going to keep it and he would feel bad if he threw it away.

Finn sighed and turned the other direction, to Rachel's house.

He parked his car, grabbed the bottle, and got out.

He stood outside the tall building for a while before gathering some courage and walking inside. He looked around nervously, how was he supposed to know in what apartment she lived?

Finn walked to the first person he saw, an old lady, "Um, hello?"

The old lady looked up at him with a smile, "Hi there. Do you need any help?"

"Yeah, do you know anyone named Rachel? She's short and brunette."

"Rachel Berry?" The old lady asked as she pushed her glasses into her face.

"I… I don't know her last name," Finn looked down ashamed.

"She's the only Rachel I know, that lives here. I'm sure it's her. What do you need?" The lady asked as she realized that she had given away maybe too much information. Finn just raised the pink bottle.

"It's hers; I came to give it back."

The old lady smiled, "That's very nice of you. Her apartment is 312, in the third floor. Tell her I say hi," she smiled at him once again and left before he could thank her. Finn only raised an eyebrow; he didn't even know that lady's name, how was he supposed to send the message?

Anyway, Finn made his way to Rachel's apartment. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

No answer.

He knocked again and was about to give up when she opened the door. Rachel's brown eyes widened as she realized who it was, Finn licked his lips nervously when he saw her reaction.

"Uh…This is yours," he said, handing her the bottle. Finn was already turning around when he heard her sweet voice.

"Don't I get a 'hello'?"

Finn turned back around to face her, "Right, um sorry… Hi."

Rachel smiled a little, "Aren't you gonna ask me how my audition went? You were the one who took me anyway…"

"Oh, yeah," he smiled, "How did it go?"

Rachel began to jump up and down with a huge grin plastered in her face, "I got it! I got the part!"

Finn just smiled and stood there, not sure of what he was supposed to do while this grown woman in front of him was jumping as if she was nine years old on Christmas Eve.

"That's amazing, congratulations," Finn finally managed to say as Rachel calmed down, but her smile kept shining just as bright.

"I know! I'm so happy!" Rachel said excitedly. I can see that, Finn thought to himself, but he also thought that saying that would be rude, so he just smiled back. "Do you want to come in?"

Finn was caught off guard but he nodded. Rachel stepped aside to let him in. As soon as Finn walked in he noticed how neat her place was, but he couldn't quite point out if she lived alone or not. Rachel led him to a small but fancy living room. The room seemed alive even though it's lack of color. The walls were a shade of beige, there were two couches; there was a carpet and a small table separating them. There was an elegant flowerpot on the petite table and the carpet matched with the small cushions that were on the couches. And of course, there was also a TV.

"Oh," Finn said as he remembered what the old lady had said, "A lady says hi, I don't remember her name, though. She's old."

Rachel smiled as if she knew exactly who he was talking about, "Nancy?"

Finn raised an eyebrow, "I don't know her name."

"She's short and her shirt matched with her pants?"

"Yeah, I think that's her."

She smiled, "Nancy, she lives right next door. She's really nice."

"Yeah, she was the one who told me what number your apartment was. I would've taken very long to find it."

"She's really nice. You have to meet her properly someday," she said and Finn smiled, then she tapped his hand with hers, "So tell me, in what do you work?" She asked interested.

Finn scratched the back of his neck, "I'm a doctor."

"Really? That's interesting," Rachel said.

Finn chuckled and slightly nodded his head. "Was your audition hard?"

"You could say that," She smiled as she pushed her hair behind her shoulder. "But it was fun, I love to sing and it isn't hard, I'm very talented," she nodded her head with a smile; Finn was surprised at how much self-confidence this girl had. Rachel stood up when a bell rang and straightened her clothes, "Do you want to stay for dinner? Food's already in the oven."

"Sure," he nodded and stood up.

Finn and Rachel had a nice dinner, he found out that she did not only talked too much, but that she was an amazing cook. They both got to know each other better, talking about their families and backgrounds. After they had exchanged numbers it was time to go for Finn, they were already at the door..

"It was really nice to see you, Finn. And thanks for bringing my bottle; I don't know what I'd do without it," Rachel said with a smile as she stood on her tip toes to kiss his cheek.

Finn smiled, "It's no problem. We'll see each other again, right?"

"Of course," she said. Finn smiled and began to walk away. "See you! Bye bye!" Rachel called after him; he turned around and waved at her smiling.

After all, it hadn't been such a bad idea to take her bottle back to her. It had gone better than what he had expected. He was already looking forward to the next time they'd see each other.