A/N: I have no excuse for this long delay between updates other than I'm a horrible writer and an even worse person. I'm sorry.

As always, thanks for reading and reviewing.

Rachel's legs pumped up and down as she ran through a field of grass. The smell of the freshly mowed leaves of grass tickled her nose as her lungs contracted and expanded, processing the oxygen required by her running. She smiled and laughed as she spread her arms out running back and forth in the field. She hadn't felt this happy in a long time.

And it was all shattered by blaring horns.

Dark, shadowy figures towered over Rachel. They slowly moved about with their heads bowed, some veiled, hiding their faces from Rachel. Others, in plain sight, had grim looks covering their faces. But no matter what their heads and faces showed, they were all dressed in some sort of indistinct black clothing. They were all Rachel could see no matter which way she turned. She'd always disliked completely black outfits for some reason and being around so many was beginning to make her nervous.

Rachel yelled for her daddies before she saw a flutter of white from the corner of her eye, distracting her from her surroundings. She looked down and saw that she was dressed in a pure white sundress. She couldn't remember the last time she wore something so clean, simple, and modest as her fashion style had taken a decidedly more trendy and revealing path. Smoothing down her dress revealed that her feet were clad in white, Mary Jane flats; also something she hadn't worn in a long time due to her below average height.

Her musings over the outfit she was wearing were interrupted when she noticed light around her fade. She looked up and saw that the figures had begun to surround her, growing taller and taller as they approached her. Their grim faces were replaced with a terrifying look: teeth bared, eyes narrowed and burning with anger. As they neared her, Rachel began to cower and whimper, which was strange since she had never cowered or whimpered before in her life. But no matter how much she wanted to scream at the figures to get away from her, her body just wouldn't listen. To top things off, she felt unwanted tears rolling down her face.

After screaming for her daddies again, she felt herself stumble backwards as she tried to get away from the figures. They reached out to try and grab her; their fingertips brushed up against her arms and face, but she was able to stay out of their grasp by moving backwards even faster. The heel of her foot caught something as she blindly stumbled backwards and she fell and fell and fell.

Rachel's right leg kicked out as she landed on her soft bed and woke up. With a groan, she sat up and rubbed her face; she groaned again as she felt her tear stained cheeks. It had been a long time since she'd had a nightmare, let alone one so frightening as to make her cry in real life. What she needed was a long, hot shower; so she threw off the sheets, grabbed her toiletries, opened the door, and planted her face right into Finn's chest.

She stepped back and glared at him as she rubbed her nose. "Any reason you're standing outside my door?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I, uh, heard you screaming," her eyes widened just as his narrowed. "Were you crying?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but I had a nightmare."

"You, uh, wanna talk about it?"

"No, I just want to take a shower," Rachel said as she shook her head.

"Oh…yea sure," he said as he stepped aside.

A small smile was flashed in his direction before she made her way to the bathroom. There, she quickly stripped out of her shirt and shorts and stepped into the shower. She didn't know how long she let the hot water wash cascade over her as she tried to forget her dream. This was proving to be harder than she would've liked it to be. Normally her memories of dreams were fleeting and the more she tried to hold on to them the faster they disappeared. But the more she tried to let this one go, the more it stayed in her mind; it was just so vivid.

She sighed before she got around to quickly washing her hair and body. When her shirt was put back on, she tried not to think about how much she enjoyed the new smell the shirt as it combined with the her flowery body wash and shampoo. The stairs creaked as she trudged down them to make her way to the kitchen for her much needed morning caffeine injection. The aroma of coffee called out to her as she crossed the threshold to the kitchen and almost ran right into Finn's chest again.

"Whoa there," Finn said as he kept the cup of coffee he was holding from spilling. "What's the rush?"

"Coffee. Now."

The cup was held up. "Three cubes and a splash of milk right?"

"Yes," Rachel said as she stared at the cup for a long moment before taking it and sipping from it. "Why?"

He shrugged. "I know what it's like to wake up from a nightmare, a long shower and something to drink helps."

She tucked a few strands of damp hair that had snuck out of the towel on her head behind an ear and said, "Thank you."

That crooked smile of his made an appearance and she couldn't really find a reason to hate it at that moment before he walked past her and flopped onto the couch. He put on his headset and picked up the video game controller. "I'm back, dude. What? No, I had to get some coffee."

Rachel turned and saw an empty dining room and kitchen. So, she made her way to the living room and sat down on the opposite side of the sofa, tucking her legs underneath her. The TV grabbed their attention for different reasons: Finn was deeply focused on racing his car while Rachel used the on-screen actions as a distraction for her recent memory. Her coffee was slowly sipped as she watched Finn and his allies, presumably Puck; Artie; and Sam, race around multiple tracks. That was how they spent half an hour of their morning.

"So, where are Carole and Burt?" Rachel said after she returned from refilling her cup and retaking her seat.

"Church."

"Again?"

"Well, it is Sunday and they still have a lot to do to be ready for Tuesday."

"Why aren't you with them?"

"I'm uh… Let's just say I'm not too big on faith anymore."

Rachel fell silent as she concentrated a bit more on the action on the screen in front of her. What had originally looked like a simple race was actually some sort of team based game where each fast car was paired with a decidedly slower one that it had to help. There seemed to be no rules as to how the fast cars helped its slower teammate. So, the fast cars were constantly crashing into the slow ones as well as the fast ones, trying to hinder the progress of the slow car or defend their teammate from other fast cars.

Normally racing held no interest for Rachel, but there was something about this method of racing that amused her and held her attention. It was as if the faster cars were two cats running around playing with a pair of mice, constantly swatting at them and each other. As she became more and more engrossed with the competition in front of her, she scooted towards the edge of her seat. Unconsciously, she had even begun to lean in the direction of the turns that Finn was taking in the slow car, trying to help Finn's slow car go as fast as it could.

Rachel bit back a scream and gasped instead as a fast car slammed into Finn's car out of nowhere and ran him off the track. The next few moments had Rachel in agony as she watched Finn's car struggle to make it back to the track, allowing the other team's slow car to race past Finn.

Finn glanced at her. "You okay over there?"

"That car came out of nowhere!" she said as she threw her arms up. "That's not fair!"

"That's kinda the point."

"But you're gonna lose now!"

"Nah," Finn said as he shook his head. "There's plenty of time left. Plus, Puck is pretty awesome at this game. Watch."

Finn was right. As soon as his car was back on the track, Puck's car came speeding up behind Finn and pushed him along much faster than the slow car could ever go. When the pair had caught up to the other cars who had been trying to do the same thing as Puck was doing, albeit much more poorly, he tapped on his brakes and whipped around before crashing into the other pair of cars.

"Here listen to this," Finn said as he removed his headset and gave it to Rachel.

When she put them on, she heard Noah laughing maniacally and cursing at the other team for trying to mess with his boy and his boy's car. And of course, Noah gloated and laughed even harder when Finn easily crossed the finish line in first place. She rolled her eyes and handed the headset back to Finn as Noah began to curse at the other team. "I see that Noah is just as crude online as he is offline."

"He's probably a little worse online since no one really knows who he is. Course that doesn't really stop him at home…" Finn said as he put the headset back on. "Alright dude, I gotta go. See you Tuesday."

She looked over. "That's the second time you've mentioned Tuesday this morning."

"And?"

"What's on Tuesday?"

"Uh, July 4th?"

"Wait, it's already July?"

"Well, you see, the month of July usually comes after the 30th day of—"

She rolled her eyes. "I can't believe I've been here for almost a month. I should've been scratching out the days on my wall as if I was in prison."

"Well, you could do that, but then you'd just have to repaint the walls."

A glare was shot his way. "So what's happening on Tuesday?"

"There's a parade in the morning, party after that and fireworks at night."

So, we don't have to go to the shop?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "That's right, you get the whole day off. Although knowing my mom, we'll probably still end up stuck with each other."

Rachel scrunched up her face as if she smelled a foul odor.

"I smell that bad eh? I guess I better go shower before I leave," he said before he stood up and held out the controller to her. "Here, it looked like you were getting into the game. You might as well give it a try while you're all alone for the rest of the afternoon."

She gave the controller a disdainful look.

"That is, unless you want to come with me again?"

"And be bored at some practice? I think not."

"Hey, you might not be bored at this. Or at least you'd find it more interesting than yesterday."

"Very reassuring."

"Well, it's either stay here all alone or come with me for a slight chance of being entertained."

"I thought you didn't want me around this weekend."

"I figured you'd be bored yesterday," he said as he shrugged. "But I think you might like what I'm doing today."

She pursed her lips. "You really think that I'd be entertained today?"

He grinned at her. "Only one way to find out."

She tapped her right index finger on her re-pursed lips for a few moments as she considered her options. "Fine, I'll go get ready," she said before she got up from her seat.

"Oh," she turned around at his interruption and found him grinning. "You can wear heels today."

"William McKinley High School again?"

"Yup."

"I swear Finn Hudson, if you've dragged me to some sort of sporting event or practice again I will… I will… I'll…"

Finn glanced over at her and grinned. "Stutter at me?"

Rachel narrowed her eyes at him. "I'll find something you hate and do it to you."

Finn grinned at her again and said, "Can't wait."

Instead of parking in a space near the field, Finn drove towards the opposite end of the school and parked near a set of doors. He checked his watch as he noticed a few other cars already parked around the doors and found that they were a bit early. So the people that were already here were even earlier than them. Not that he could blame them or anything.

Finn held open the door to the school for Rachel and they stepped inside the dark hallway. There weren't too many official summer programs at McKinley High, but Principal Figgins was cool about letting this club practice during the summer. Course, it probably helped that Finn had threatened to quit the football team his senior year if a classroom and auditorium weren't available during the summer.

"Why is it so dark in here?"

He had to stop himself from chuckling as he felt her bump into him a few times. "Worried that I'm bringing you here to kill you?"

The chuckles couldn't be stopped after she latched onto his arm when the doors slammed shut behind them. "That is not funny."

"Guess I should take down the saran wrap and hide the plastic tarp I had set up in a room?" He felt her nails dig into his arm. "Ow. Stop that. I'm kidding. I'm kidding."

The nails dug in even harder for a moment and then let go. His arm, now with five crescent shaped indentations, still remained in her grasp though. "Not. Funny."

They turned the corner and made their way halfway down another hallway before Finn felt Rachel slow down. Rachel tugged on his arm and he saw that her eyes had slightly widened as she looked up at him. "Is that what I think it is?"

He grinned down at her. "I don't know, what do you think it is?"

What they both heard was a group of people singing a basic seven note musical scale over and over again through a classroom door that was cracked open.

"It sounds like vocal exercises." Her eyes narrowed. "Wait, did you think that I'd be entertained by some sort of high school choir rehearsal?"

The grin fell off Finn's face. "Uh…maybe?"

She rolled her eyes and let go of his arm. "Come on, let's get this over with."

Inside the room they found half a dozen teenagers performing the vocal exercise standing around a piano. All of them looked over at Finn and Rachel as they walked in while they continued to warm up. Brad, the usual pianist, was nowhere to be found so it was Mr. Schue who led the group through a few more vocal exercises. Some stragglers came in after Finn and Rachel and took places around the piano joining in on whatever exercise the rest of the choir was doing. Eventually, Mr. Schue finished the warm ups and let them go back to their seats, joining the seated Finn and Rachel.

Mr. Schue got up and walked over towards Finn. "Hey Finn, I see you brought a guest."

"Yea, this is Rachel. Rachel, this is Mr. Schue. Er, Mr. Schuester."

Mr. Schue chuckled and said, "Come on, at least introduce me as William or Will; I'm not your teacher anymore." He turned to Rachel and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"No, I don't think you do."

Mr. Schue waited for a moment, seeing if she would say anything else before clapping once and saying, "Okay then, first New Directions practice for the new school year!" He walked towards the center of the empty space in front of the seats. "We lost a few seniors this year so we're gonna have to pick up a few new members if we want to compete. If you're got any friends that might be interested ask them to come to auditions when school starts. Otherwise, we're going to use our first performance as a recruitment pitch. Anyone have any suggestions for what our first number should be?"

Finn always wondered why Mr. Schue always asked for suggestions like that because the same thing always happened. It happened every year when he was in New Directions and it happened now. Every single student burst out with a stream of songs that they'd like to sing. This lead to the room becoming louder and louder as each kid tried to out-shout each other. As always, the suggestions were whatever top 100 hits the student liked at that moment and as always, Mr. Schue had a hard time getting everyone to quiet down.

"Those were some great ideas, but I was thinking our first number should be something more old school," Mr. Schue said after he finally got them to quiet down.

The kids all burst into conversation again; trying to decide which old-school hip-hop song they'd be performing.

Mr. Schue put an end to that. "No, we're not doing hip-hop. We're gonna be doing classic rock." All of the kids groaned and started to complain. "I know you guys don't really like it, but it's been a while since we've done a classic rock number and I was thinking that this year we could do a bunch of classic hits from all genres." There were some murmurings from the students. "And yes, we can still do some newer stuff as well."

This was met with approval from all of the students except for one. "Why can't we start with a current song and then do the classic songs later in the school year?" said a female student in the front row. Finn was pretty sure her name started with an "E" or an "A."

Someone yelled, "Yea, classic rock sucks!"

"Whoa," Finn said as he stood up. "Classic rock does not suck. Without those old artists we wouldn't have all of the different kinds of rock music now. There'd be no metal or punk or alt-rock. Classic rock is the foundation for all that stuff. Plus, the songs are awesome."

Mr. Schue nodded. "Couldn't have said it any better myself, Finn. Here, let me give you an example."

"I got this Mr. Schue."

Mr. Schue looked over at Finn and grinned. "Alright, the floor is yours."

Finn walked over to the Jazz Ensemble and told them his song choice which was met with smiles and approving nods. As he walked back to the center of the empty space, he wondered why the Jazz Ensemble always seemed to be around during rehearsal. He figured they must not have had anything better to do in Lima during the summer either. The stunned look on Rachel's face didn't miss his notice either.

"Okay, this is one of the greatest songs ever written, if not the greatest. So I think I'm gonna need some help with it. Any volunteers?" Finn looked around and saw that there were a few hands raised. "Thanks for volunteering Rachel." Rachel was definitely not one of them.

"What? I wasn't—don't you—my hand was not raised."

"Sure it was; come on and take a seat right here," Finn said as he pulled a chair toward the center of the space.

"You are definitely paying for this," Rachel whispered as she sat down facing the front of the room.

"Can't wait," he whispered back.

Finn nodded at the Jazz Ensemble and a few seconds later the guitar riff intro for "Jessie's Girl" began playing. He looked down in front of him at Rachel and saw that her stunned expression had returned. As he began to sing, he noticed that her stunned expression slowly turned into an uncomfortable one. Even though it had been a while since he sang, he didn't think he sounded that badly and everyone else in the room looked like they were enjoying his song, everyone except Rachel. She began to fidget in the chair and wouldn't even look up at him as he continued to sing. Well, if he didn't appreciate her then he'd sing to someone else.

When he moved onto the second verse he stepped around her, stood in front of the rest of the class, and sang to them. Even though everyone in the room complained about the choice of old school rock, they were really enjoying Finn's performance. All of the kids were nodding their heads or tapping their feet and having a good time. As he finished up the song he completed a circle around Rachel's chair and ended up in front of her again. Once again, she didn't seem too thrilled to have him singing to her but she had stopped fidgeting and was giving him a curious look.

Mr. Schue began to clap along with the rest of the class. "Now that was a classic rock song!" he said while the rest of the class chatted about how awesome it was. "Okay, Finn and I have our iPods with a bunch of classic rock on them. You guys can spend the rest of the time listening to things and picking songs to sing next week. Let us know if you have any questions."

With that the kids swiped the two offered iPods and gathered into one big group. For the next hour or so, the iPods and earbuds were passed around as the each student displayed the extremely short attention span that every high-school teenager had. Songs were listened to and skipped in a few seconds if they weren't liked. If they were liked then they were listened to for half a minute or so. As Finn watched the kids, he was pretty sure that not one of them listened to an entire song on either iPod. No matter if the kids liked a song or not, snarky comments were made about any and every song they listened to.

Every once in a while one of the kids or a small group of them would break off and sing a few bits of a song they really liked. Mr. Schue and he would answer the questions these kids had about the songs they liked and how they could be arranged for their voices. Of course, the kids didn't really pay too much attention to them since it was the first rehearsal of the year and they had plenty of time to arrange whatever song was finally selected. The kids spent much more time catching up with the people who they didn't hang out with during the summer or bickering over what songs were good or gossiping about who broke up or hooked up with whom. The voices were different, but the conversations were exactly like the ones he had during his time in New Directions. Finn wondered if this was the experience that Mr. Schue had during his time in the glee club.

The only thing Rachel was wondering about was else Finn Hudson was good at. Not only was he a superb football player who probably was one of the best players in the country, if Coach Beastie was to be believed. Well, aside from his career ending injury of course. He was also an excellent vocalist which had taken her completely by surprise. It was strange that Finn had brought her here under some misguided thought that she would somehow appreciate the rehearsal of a high school show choir when he himself didn't seem to have anything to do with it. That thought flew out the window as soon as the first note left his mouth. The coincidence of his song choice wasn't dwelled on for too long or too hard.

However, as she listened to the answers he gave to the questions regarding song arrangements, it seemed as though his musical talent ended at his vocal abilities. But, the questions that he was asked weren't very serious because it seemed that almost all of the kids wanted to listen to music and hang out with each other more than they wanted to work on the assignment their director gave them. Frankly, it was an insult to Rachel's finely honed sense of competition that the kids were taking something as serious as show choir so lightly. If she was part of the group, she'd be badgering them to seriously work on their assignment much like she'd done during her rehearsals for any of the productions she was involved with. Then again, they looked like they were having so much fun.

Finn had even dragged her into one of the smaller groups when they asked him a question and then proceeded to have her sing along. She had to admit that it wasn't that bad since, like at the pool party, they were singing for themselves and not for anyone else. It didn't hurt that there were some decent vocalists in the choir. Of course, none were as good as her or Finn for that matter. But there was some talent in the room. She had even felt a bit more relaxed after her impromptu performance as the kids took note of her abilities and began to ask her questions that she had no trouble answering.

This wasn't to say that she loved the time she spent in the choir room but it was nowhere near as bad as the football practice he had dragged her to yesterday. So she breathed a sigh of relief when the rehearsal started to wind down and everyone began to pack up. William or Mr. Schue—that had a pleasant ring to it—reminded everyone to have a song prepared for next week which had no chance of happening in Rachel's mind. Noticing that Finn and his old teacher were deep in some conversation, Rachel inquired as to where the restroom was and left the room.

As she got closer to the room on her way back she heard the drums being played. When she looked into the window she was completely unsurprised to find Finn playing them. That man was like the male lead of a romantic comedy brought to life. She began to list Finn's characteristics and quickly realized that this was a bad idea. Her focus returned to the scene in front of her and with a twinge of annoyance she noticed that Finn wasn't alone in the room. The girl who had suggested that they cover a current song before moving on to the classics was standing in the middle of the room.

It looked like Finn was helping the brunette girl with whatever song she'd picked for next week and her suspicions were confirmed when she cracked the door open and listened to their conversation. Granted, from the advice Finn was giving her, he probably wasn't helping her much which meant they'd be here even longer as he tried to help her. That wouldn't do. She opened the door and stepped inside.

"—gotta sing louder. No one's gonna be able to hear you."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "That's not advice and it won't help her sing any louder."

Finn scoffed. "I'd like to see you do better."

"Watch me." Rachel took a seat at the piano. "Come over here… What's your name?"

"Emily," said the brunette as she walked over to the piano.

"Okay Emily, what song are you trying to sing?"

"'I Love Rock 'n' Roll' by Joan Jett."

"Good choice," Rachel said as she nodded. "I know this isn't a guitar but the piano is a much better choice than the drums for a melodic accompaniment." She cracked her fingers and found the proper keys. "Now, let's hear you sing."

Rachel began to play the introduction to the song and then immediately stopped when Finn began to play with her. "And what do you think you're doing?" she said as she glared at him.

"Uh, playing with you?"

"Absolutely not; it's a wonder you can hear her sing anything with you banging away on the drums in this small room. I can't believe there isn't some sort of sound dampening screen because without one the sound balance is completely off. The drums overwhelm every other instrument in the room, including the voices."

"Fine, I won't play," Finn said as he tucked his drumsticks under his arm.

Rachel began to play again and watched Emily as she started to sing. Finn was right about one thing: Emily's voice was soft. While it wasn't as soft as to not be heard, she would still need to sing louder if she wanted to be any help to the choir. Every voice was even more important due to the low number of members. Of course, the softness of Emily's voice probably had something to do with her furtive glances towards Finn and the tension Rachel saw throughout Emily's body.

Rachel stopped playing. "Okay, that was not very…good." Rachel rolled her eyes after Emily threw Finn another furtive glance. "Finn, could you leave the room please?"

Finn gave her a surprised look. "What? Why?"

"Could you just leave the room?"

"But why?"

Rachel glared at him. "Get. Out."

"Fine, I'll be waiting in the truck," Finn said as he marched out of the room.

Rachel continued to glare at him until he left then looked back at Emily and waited for the door to close before saying, "I take it you have a crush on Finn?"

Emily gasped. "How'd you know?"

"Aside from the fact that you're completely obvious about it?"

"Am I that obvious?" Emily looked at Rachel with horror. "Do you think Finn knows?"

Rachel fought back the urge to roll her eyes. "I'm sure your secret is safe. And I knew because you kept glancing at him and were extremely tense. Neither of those are very conducive to quality singing. Singing is both a mental and physical activity. If your mind and body are not behind it then the sound you produce will be lackluster."

"I don't understand—"

"Of course you don't. As with any other physical activity, your body must be relaxed with you sing. This will allow you to hold more air in your lungs and your vocal chords will not be under any extra strain, among other things. In other words, you will sound much better if you are relaxed. I won't go too much into detail about the mental aspect of singing, considering the content of the song you've picked. But suffice it to say, you won't be able to sing properly if you're too nervous to sing in front of someone."

Emily nodded. "That makes sense."

"Now then, take a few deep breaths and then take it from the top."

Rachel watched as the tension slowly melted away from Emily with each breath she took and released. With one more glance towards the door, which made Rachel roll her eyes, Emily nodded at Rachel. A flash of movement by the door caught Rachel's eyes and when she glanced over she noticed Finn looking in on them through the small window in the door. This made her roll her eyes again before she began to play and this time Emily performed much better.

With a few more suggestions and attempts, Emily showed a marked improvement compared with her initial performance. Rachel couldn't help but be affected by the enthusiasm and joy that Emily had after her last attempt. She smiled as Emily excitedly chattered away about how the rest of the club would be amazed by her performance next week. Rachel gave Emily some more breathing and vocal exercises to work on during the week in-between the chattering before they headed out.

But as they approached the door, Emily's chattering died and she looked at Rachel and asked, "Are you going out with Finn?"

Rachel barked out a laugh and said, "No, I am not; he's all yours," much to the relief of Emily.

They stepped out into the hallway and saw Finn walking towards them. At that sight, Emily shot off towards him, chattering away again. Rachel slowly followed behind and made Finn wait for her with Emily next to him as giddy and yappy as one of those tiny purse dogs. The rapid-fire recounting of Emily's performances and Rachel's assistance continued as they made their way towards the parking lot much to Rachel's continued annoyance.

Thankfully, Emily's cellphone interrupted her yapping. "Hey. Yea, I'm leaving right now. I know, I know. I just got caught up in something. I'll be home soon." She turned to Finn and Rachel. "Sorry, I gotta go home. Thanks for everything Rachel. See you on Tuesday!" With that she sped off down the hallway, leaving Finn and Rachel alone.

"So, I didn't really understand what she was saying but I take it you helped her out?"

"Yes, it was quite simple actually."

He nudged her with an elbow. "Well, you sure showed me." She waited until he looked at her before obviously rolling her eyes which drew a chuckle. "So, did you have fun?"

"I… It was more enjoyable than I thought it would be and helping out Emily one on one was much more satisfying than I ever thought it could be."

"Well, I'm glad you liked it," he said as he held open the door to outside.

"Well, I'm glad you brought me," she said as she walked by and lightly elbowed him in the stomach.

Finn slowly rolled the glass of water between his hands as he sat at the dining room table after dinner. He quietly zoned out as random thoughts popped in and out of his head until he was interrupted by his mom sitting down in front of him.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Uh… I can't wait until we can have meat for dinner again."

Carole laughed. "Speaking of our guest, how is she doing?"

Finn shrugged. "Seems fine. Doesn't seem to hate it as much as when she first got here."

"So you two are getting along then?"

He took a sip of water. "Uh… yea I guess."

"So she's nice underneath all that bossiness?"

Finn grimaced and looked down as he remembered the first impressions of her he'd shared with his mom. "She has her moments."

"Well it's nice that you two are getting along," she said as she stood up.

"Whatever. You guys sure you don't need any help setting up for Tuesday?"

"No, you already do enough around here. Plus, we're almost done." She walked into the kitchen before poking her head back out. "Nice and pretty. She'd be quite the catch."

His head shot up. "Mom!"

His mom smiled at him. "Just making an observation honey."

"I'm going to bed. Night mom."

"Goodnight honey."

A/N 2: I'd like to promise that the next chapter will be out sooner but I just don't know if I'll be able to keep it. So, I'll just try to get out the next chapter as soon as possible.

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