Rachel stood outside of Finn's front door, tapping her foot and picking at her dark blue nail polish. How was she supposed to act around him after sort of having sex with Quinn? She was the biggest blabber mouth at McKinley.
"Hey Rach." Finn half-grinned down at her, one hand on the door and the other in his pocket.
"Hello Finn." Rachel walked past him, into the living room. "What's up?" Finn shut the door and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a root beer.
"Oh, nothing. I have theater camp in a couple of weeks." She gingerly sat on the tweed couch, hating the feel of the fabric against her bare legs.
"Do you want anything?" He asked, head still in the fridge.
"Uh, do you have Perrier? Or off-brand sparkling water?" Rachel messed with the fringe on her skirt.
"We don't have that." Finn shut the door and walked over to sit on the couch. He flicked on the T.V. and channel surfed. Rachel saw a dainty redhead flash by and smacked Finn's arm several times.
"Go back!" She yelled at him, also pointing at the T.V. screen.
"Relax." He looked down at her and switched the channels back.
"There!" she crawled down on the floor and got close to the screen.
"Rachel, what are you doing?" Finn crouched down with her.
"This girl, she's in a lot of 80s movies. Me and Quinn watched two of them."
"Oh yeah," Finn looked over at her "How was that?" Rachel was still staring at the screen when she comprehended to question. She looked over at Finn, eyes a tad wide.
"Uh…" she stared at the carpet, hoping an answer would pop into her head. "It went good. We watched a movie called Sixteen Candles, we talked a little, then had a good breakfast the next morning." Rachel grinned and put a piece of hair behind her ear.
"You 'had a good breakfast'?" Finn chuckled and got back on the couch.
"So…" Rachel said, before Finn could question her more "How are you and Puck's 'bro nights' going?" Rachel air-quoted, referring to the get-togethers Finn and Puck were having to 'rebuild' their friendship.
"Uh…" Finn stared into space. Rachel looked back over to the T.V. The redhead was talking to some weirdly dressed brunette lady.
"Good." Finn replied "Huh?" Rachel looked at him. "The bro nights are going good. We're really getting to know each other." Finn rubbed his mouth.
"Good. So, for our date I think we should finish this movie. Then I need to head home and get my beauty sleep." She sat on the couch, crossing her arms so Finn wouldn't try to hold her hand. Finn just draped his arm over the back of the couch and watched with her.