Rachel shook her head as she hung up the phone. It was so typical of Santana to send Puck over to her apartment naked just to prove a point. Sometimes Rachel just didn't know what to do with her best friend. She contemplated calling Santana to bitch her out, but she had a feeling that Quinn could handle herself just fine.

Instead she found her sunglasses and made her way onto the front porch with a glass of iced tea. It was a beautiful day and she was grateful that she wasn't spending it locked away on set, that she didn't start until tomorrow.

She flipped through and old issue of Cosmo when she saw Finn come up the front walk. She set the magazine aside and beamed at him as he plopped himself into the wicker chair next to her. Last night they'd talked, and talked, and talked some more, and Rachel could honestly say that she really, really liked him.

"Hey," he smiled in greeting to her, a lopsided grin etched onto his face. Rachel didn't understand how someone so…so…giant like could be so endearing and goofy at the same time. And handsome, my God was he handsome.

"Hello Finn, how are you today?" Rachel asked, sending him a smile in return. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Nah, I'm good. And its really weird to be offered something to drink at my sister's house. I usually just get it."

Rachel laughed and his smile grew. "So anyway, I was wondering since you fed me yesterday if maybe I could return the favour tonight"

Rachel felt her stomach flutter and it threw her off for a moment. She quickly ignored it. "That would be lovely. What time should I come over? And do you want me to bring anything?"

"Nope," Finn replied, popping the p. "Just yourself. And is five okay?"

"That's actually perfect."

Finn got up off of the wicker chair and made his way down the porch steps. He turned around to wave and smile at her and Rachel felt herself blush.

She was blushing? She really didn't know what was wrong with her.

An hour later she walked up Finn's front porch steps. The house was a cheerful blue colour and the grass was neatly trimmed. There were a few hanging baskets of brightly coloured flowers that Rachel suspected were Quinn's touch. The screen door was the only door closed on the house and Rachel could sort of see inside. She rang the bell and a tiny girl, about four, came barreling to the door to see who it is.

"Who are you?" She demanded, placing her hands on her hips as Rachel choked back a laugh.

"I'm Rachel, is-" she was cut off by Finn coming to the door and scooping up the blond girl, tossing her over his shoulder so the girl giggled and screeched with delight.

"Come in. This is Daisy, one of my daughters." Finn explained, setting Daisy back onto the floor. Daisy smiled at her before she dashed down the hall and disappeared out of sight. Rachel stepped into the bright yellow hall and slipped her shoes off.

"Your daughters?" Rachel asked, following Finn to the kitchen and taking a seat at the island.

"Mmhmm, I have two. Daisy and Delilah. They're four year old twins." Finn replied, another lopsided grin gracing his handsome face.

Rachel felt her world stop. Figures the one man she's been interested in in a long time has children when they're the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. She noticed that Finn was saying something so she forced herself to pay attention to him.

"…they're really great. Anyway, dinner is almost ready."

"Can I help you with anything?" She asked shoving everything away and plastering a grin onto her face.

"Nah, I got this. Dinner will be ready in a few."

"Sounds great," Rachel replied as she studied light green kitchen. The stainless steel fridge was plastered with drawings and paintings that his daughters had obviously done. A calendar with a million and two things written down on it hung on the wall by the fridge, right above where the phone was resting neatly on its hook. She strongly suspected, that once again, Quinn had a lot to do with the organisation of this place.

"So how often do you have your daughters with you?" Rachel asked.

Finn cleared his throat and looked up from the cucumber he was cutting up. "Full time, my wife is actually…well she died two years ago. Drunk driver hit her one night on her way home from her mom's with the girls. She died on impact, the girls didn't have a scratch on them though. Thank God, I think I might have totally lost it if it weren't for them."

Rachel's head reeled as she processes this new information. She swallowed before placing a hand on Finn's arm. "I'm so sorry Finn. I didn't mean…I didn't mean to bring it up."

"Its okay. You didn't know. How could you know right?"

Rachel nodded her head and focused on the spice rack directly across from her.

"Daisy, Delilah! Dinner!" Finn called, making his way over to the table and setting the salad down. A minute later two little balls of energy came barreling into the kitchen and right into Finn's legs.

"Who's that daddy?" Delilah, or who Rachel assumed was Delilah asked.

"That is Rachel. Rachel this is Delilah."

"I told you that!" Daisy exclaimed scowling at her sister.

Delilah rolled her eyes. "I know! I was just checking!

Rachel smiled at her. "Its very nice to meet you."

"Its very nice to meet you too. I'm four and daddy always says I talk way too much."

Rachel laughed softly as Finn steered his girls into their seats. "There's nothing wrong with that I don't think."

"Me too," Delilah said nodding her head.

Finn shook his head and gestured to Rachel that she should take a seat. He took some chicken out of the oven and arranged it onto a plate, grabbed a bowl of mashed potatoes and made his way back to the table to join them.

Dinner passed by uneventfully, the twins chattering on constantly about their day at day care. Rachel found them really quite adorable, but she had a sinking feeling every time she met Finn's eyes from across the table. This was not going to end well, she could just feel it.

The girls helped clear the table before they went running off to play again, and Rachel and Finn quietly did the dishes together before the twins came running back into the kitchen.

"Daddy!" Daisy exclaimed, climbing onto the counter and plopping herself down next to the sink. "We want dessert."

Finn grinned at his daughter and ruffled her hair which made Daisy huff in annoyance. "You're going to have to wait, you two should go play for a bit more, I won't let you miss dessert I promise."

Daisy nodded her head and climbed off the counter before dashing out of the kitchen once again. "Delilah let's go!" She called over her shoulder, annoyance evident in her voice.

Rachel laughed softly to herself as Delilah responded. "I'm coming gimme a minute!" She huffed turning towards her dad and Rachel. "Dessert is really, really good. Its some kind of pie and daddy got it from the store but I wasn't supposed to tell you that."

Finn groaned. "Go play with your sister." Delilah laughed as she ran off and Rachel smiled at Finn as she leaned against the counter.

"I'm sorry, they're a handful."

"They're adorable." Finn smiled a big smile at her and Rachel felt herself blush.

"So uh…I was wondering if maybe you wanted to grab dinner with me this weekend? I have a sitter and she's always really good at watching the girls when I need her to."

Rachel felt like her heart had stopped beating. This is exactly what she had been dreading. She'd thought that maybe she could keep Finn steered in the friends zone, even though she really didn't want to be there in the first place, but it was safer that way. She didn't want a family, and there was no way she was going to just set herself into this already made one.

"I…uh…I can't Finn, I'm really sorry."

"Oh. Okay, I uh, understand." He replied, scratching the back of his neck. Rachel felt guilt wash over her body at the look on his face. He honestly looked like she'd just kicked his dog repeatedly and it made her feel positively awful. She liked him. A lot. But there was no way she was in anyway ready to settle down and be a family person. She wasn't.

"I should probably go. I have an early day on set tomorrow and I'd hate to not be rested for it." She lied feebly, trying desperately to get herself out of the awkwardness that had settled around them.

"Right yeah. Wouldn't want that. I'll uh…I'll walk you to the door."

"Okay great." Rachel forced herself to smile as they made their way down the hall. She said goodbye to the girls as she slipped on her shoes and stepped out onto the porch as Finn held the door open for her.

"Right, so I guess I'll see you around then?" Finn asked.

Rachel nodded her head and let out and uncomfortable laugh. "You know where I live."

"Right yea. See you later."

"Bye."

Rachel had a hard time sleeping that night. The guilt that she was feeling over turning Finn down was just tearing her up inside. She couldn't forget the hurt look on his face, or the way that it made her feel to see it.

She thought that she'd for sure done something wrong in a past life. The first guy that she's been interested in in a long time and he's got a family. Karma really was a bitch. But when Rachel thought about it, the girls were so sweet and adorable and smart that maybe being around them wouldn't be the worst idea in the world. And she's only going to be around for four months. Its not like she's going to get tied down to anything and Finn has to know that too right?

At about five thirty in the morning she gave up on sleep and climbed out of bed. She made herself breakfast and took a long bath to try and ease her racing mind. Finally she decided it was late enough to call Santana so she picked up her cell phone and dialed.

"Well, well, well. It can't possibly be my best friend who promised to call me back last night and then didn't could it?" Santana teased as she answered her phone.

"That's because I talked to Quinn after I talked to you. Someone forgot to tell me they sent a former teen sensation over to my apartment. Naked."

Santana laughed at the memory and Rachel rolled her eyes. "I wasn't kidding when I said that I was going to check this bitch out. Although apparently Puck likes her likes her so we'll see how this turns out."

"Whatever San. Anyway, where are you?"

"In my office where the fuck else would I be? Sometimes you ask me the dumbest fucking shit I swear Rach."

Rachel rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. "What's your issue?" Santana asked.

"Finn asked me out." Rachel states straight to the point.

"Who's Finn? Oh is it Quinn's hot brother or whatever?"

"Yes."

"So? Go out with him. Get laid. Its been what? Eight months?" Rachel could hear Santana typing in the back ground and it took everything in her not to openly scoff at her best friend.

"He has daughters San. Two four year old twin daughters to be exact."

"So what? He can't find a sitter so they have to tag along? Whatever wait until they're in bed then do the fucking horizontal tango."

"You're as eloquent as ever San. But no, do you not remember why Noah and I broke up?"

"You're like the only fucking person in the world who calls him Noah Rach. And yeah, he wanted to settle down and you did not. This is fucking ancient history why are we bringing it up."

Rachel sat down at the kitchen table and sank her head into her hands, balancing the phone on her shoulder. "Are you even listening to me right now? He has children. Why would I knowingly get myself involved with someone who has children when I decided a long time ago that wasn't happening until I was at least 30?"

"Jesus Christ Rachel. You like him don't you and that's the issue?"

Rachel mumbled her response and Santana kept going. "Then fucking go out with him. You're there for four months, have some fucking fun there. No one said you had to marry the guy and have more babies. Go on dates, and then return home and have him fuck your brains out. Then you'll come back to the city fucking relaxed and you can carry on your with merry single, childless life."

Rachel laughed a little bit at Santana. She was right. Nobody ever said that her and Finn had to have a huge love affair. And she liked him. A lot.

And it really had been a long time. "You're right San. I'll go over there later today and see what I can do."

"That's my girl! And remember, have him fuck your brains out, then fill me in."

"Will do. I've got to go, they're sending a car to pick me up for my first day and it should be here any minute."

"Alright. Call me and let me know when your date is. And if there's no date and it ends up just being sex call me and let me know anyway. I fucking need to hear about this."

"You're way too nosy."

"I'm way too fucking awesome. Anyway, go. I have to go meet some new potential client for the agency."

"Bye San."

"Bye Rach."

I'm sorry in the delay uploading this. Life has been extreamly busy, but things are starting to die down. I'd really appreciate it if you could let me know what you think so far, because while this fic seems to be getting put onto alert lists, I'd also love some reviews. I don't want it to seem like I'm begging, but reviews are like oxygen for a writer, we need them. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, we're back to Quinn next. Thanks for reading!