Chapter 6

A few weeks had already gone by since that time they had lunch. Finn and Rachel's relationship just kept getting better. Finn had learned so many new things about her; one of them was that her boyfriend was no other than Jesse.

It was a Friday and Rachel and Finn had agreed that they would have dinner together. After Rachel's show she would go to his apartment. Finn had it all already planned out, puck wasn't gonna be home.

Finn wasn't the best cook, he knew that, but he thought that it would be nice if he cooked their dinner. Rachel had cooked more than enough for him.

He decided to bake lasagna, in his eyes he thought that was easy. Everything went well and he was watching TV while waiting for her, the lasagna was in the oven already.

She should already be here by now, Finn thought to himself. Maybe there's too much traffic.

Finn was trying to find something better to watch when the doorbell rang. He quickly and eagerly stood up to open the door.

When he opened it, he found a small brunette in a white dress. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Hello," she said as she did what she usually does, kiss his cheek. "I'm sorry I'm late, something came up."

"Is everything okay?" Finn asked noticing that her eyes had a hint of red. Maybe from crying?

"Yes, everything's okay," she said calmly as she stepped inside Finn's apartment. "Finn, did you- Are you baking something?"

Finn nodded and smiled proudly, but that smile disappeared as soon as a smell attacked him, the smell of something burning, "Shit…"

He quickly ran to the kitchen and opened the oven; the lasagna was all burned. He frowned and heard Rachel giggling from behind him.

Rachel made a serious face when he turned to her.

"It…burned," Finn said with a frown.

"I see that," Rachel said biting back a laugh. "We can cook something together?" Finn nodded. "Let's see what you have."

Rachel inspected the fridge and cabinets, she took out some ingredients.

"We can make pasta. Spaghetti al burro, it's just with butter. Very simple," Rachel smiled at him.

"Okay, sounds good," Finn said with a nod.

They began to cook their dinner; a smile was plastered on Finn's face.

"So…how were rehearsals this week?" Finn asked to start a conversation.

"It was fine. We always talk about me," Rachel said. "Tell me more about you."

"What do you want to know? I think you know everything," Finn chuckled.

Rachel thought for a while before speaking, "Tell me more about your family. You told me you had a stepbrother?"

"Kurt, yeah. He's really cool."

"When did your mom got married again?"

"When I was sixteen."

"Ooh, so you played football with him, with Kurt?"

Finn shook his head, "Nah, I forgot to tell you. He's gay. We would just watch movies together and he would help me clean my room and stuff, but no sports. Burt's more into that."

"Oh," Rachel smiled. "You told me Burt's Kurt's dad, right?"

"Yup," Finn nodded. "I think that it's ready," he pointed to the spaghetti.

Rachel inspected it and nodded, "Take out the plates."

Finn eagerly did what she told him to do, "I'm so hungry." Rachel smiled at him and she served him his plate and handed it to him. "Thanks."

She nodded her head and grabbed her plate; Fin grabbed two forks and walked to the dinner table.

"Do you want some wine?" Finn asked. With the passing of time he had noticed that she would usually drink a glass of wine or two, so he decided to ask.

"That would be fantastic," Rachel smiled at him as she sat down.

Finn set down his plate and went back to the kitchen, he returned with two glasses and an opened bottle of red wine. He poured some wine into the glass and handed it to her; she accepted it with a smile. He poured some for himself and then sat down.

"This looks really good," Finn said as he saw the plate in front of him, he licked his lips.

Rachel laughed and nodded, "We make a good team."

Finn and Rachel enjoyed their lovely dinner, which in fact, was delicious. He only drank one glass of wine, while, on the other hand, Rachel drank too many that Finn lost count of them. It looked as if she was tipsy, not drunk; just tipsy.

Rachel was on the couch while Finn was washing the dishes, he could hear Rachel laughing all the way to where he was.

When he was done, Finn joined her in the living room. Rachel smiled at him; she was laying on the couch.

"This was such a good dinner!" Rachel said laughing.

Finn chuckled and nodded, "Yeah…"

"I had fun, did you?" Rachel asked as she sat up. Finn nodded and she said, "Your apartment is sooo big."

Finn looked around and shook his head, "It's not."

Rachel scooted closer to him and Finn cocked an eyebrow.

Suddenly her lips attacked his in a steamy kiss; her hands were on his cheek cupping his face. At first, Finn tried to resist but when he felt her tongue begging for entrance he couldn't help but give in.

He then realized what he was doing, she had a boyfriend. He pulled away and avoided her sight, "We can't do this." He noticed, from the corner of his eye, that Rachel's head went down. "You have a boyfriend."

"No. We broke up," Rachel murmured loud enough for him to hear. His head shot in her direction and he stared at her for a minute; trying to process what she had just told him.

"When, when did this happen?" Was all Finn could think of that was appropriate to say.

"Today, right before I came here."

Right, that's why she got to his house late. That's why her eyes were like that when she arrived.

Finn looked around, trying to find something to say. Should he ask her how it happened? That would probably make her upset. Should he kiss her? That would probably make him look as if he was trying to take advantage of her, since she was tipsy. What should he do?

He hugged her.

He didn't find the right words to say, so he hugged her.

His big arms easily wrapped around her tiny body, Rachel hugged him back and buried her face in his chest.