A/N: I am so sorry that this chapter took so long! School had been keeping me way too busy, and when I'm not working on school work I'm usually not in the mood to write. I promise you won't have to wait that long again, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

P.S. I skipped lunch to write this chapter, so I really hope you like it.

Finn could practically hear his heart pounding as he walked down the hall towards the door to Rachel's apartment. He didn't know why he felt this way. He was never usually this nervous for a first date with a girl, but Rachel was different. Finn still didn't know much about Rachel and didn't know what to expect from their date. It would either go incredibly well, or terribly wrong. Finn just didn't know which to expect.

When Finn reached the door, he took a deep breath and prepared himself before knocking loudly. He heard some voices inside the apartment, some shuffling around, and then the door opened.

Finn could not prepare himself for what he saw. Or should I say who he saw. Standing in front of him, looking as shocked as he felt, was his ex-girlfriend, Santana Lopez. Finn felt his heart begin to beat faster and harder (if that was possible) as he began to panic. Things hadn't exactly ended well between them, so an awkward tension fell amongst them the minute that the door was opened.

"Finn..." Santana breathed, the shock in her voice evident. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Finn retorted, a hint of bitterness in his voice. He couldn't help it. She had humiliated him by cheating on him, and he hadn't quite forgiven her in the short time since it happened.

"Well," Santana began, her own eyes narrowing at Finn in response to his hostility. "Seeing as you kicked me out, I had no place to go, so..."

"So, you shacked up with the girl that you cheated on me with." Finn finished for her.

He couldn't believe that Santana was here. He couldn't believe that she would actually stay with the girl who broke up their relationship. The girl who was still practically a stranger to Santana. It was unbelievable. But then again, Santana had always been unbelievable.

"Why are you here, Finn?" Santana demanded, this time with more impatience.

"To pick up Rachel." Finn replied, trying hard to ignore the awkward yet hostile atmosphere in the air.

"Why would you pick up Rachel?" Santana said in confusion, before a look of shocked realisation settled onto her face. "You're taking her on a date, aren't you?"

"I might be." Finn said stubbornly.

"We broke up yesterday and you're already dating?" Santana raised her voice in frustration. Angry Santana scared Finn, yet he tried hard not to let it show.

Yet again, he couldn't believe what Santana had said. She was getting annoyed at him because he was going on a date, meanwhile she was currently living with the girl that she may or may not be in a relationship with. This whole situation was confusing and uncomfortable, but Finn would not back down.

"Oh, well isn't that just the kettle calling the pot black... or something." Finn said, confusing himself by how incorrect the phrase sounded.

"It's 'the pot calling the kettle black', genius." Santana informed him, rolling her eyes at his stupidity. "And as I just said, I had no place to go."

Finn sighed, already tired of arguing with Santana. He was already stressed about the date with Rachel, he didn't need Santana on his back as well.

"Will you just get Rachel for me?" Finn said quietly.

Santana turned around, not moving from her spot in the doorway. "Rachel!" She yelled. "Your boyfriend's here!"

"I'll be out in a second!" Rachel's quiet and muffled voice came from somewhere inside the apartment.

Santana turned back to Finn, folding her arms across her chest and leaning against the door frame. "I must admit, I didn't really think Rachel would be your type."

"Well, I guess there's a lot of things we didn't know about each other." Finn replied. He, of course, referring to the fact that Santana was actually interested in women.

"But, really, Rachel Berry?" Santana said we a quirk of her eyebrow. "She's a huge party-girl, that's not exactly the kind of person that you are Finn."

"She's nice." Finn said with a shrug.

"Right now, there's ten of her friends getting drunk in the living room and playing poker. She organised this. This is the type of things that Rachel gets up to on her weekends. What do you do, Finn? When was the last time you had a game of poker?

Finn narrowed his eyes at Santana, knowing she was trying to ruin his date with Rachel, yet still knowing she had a point: they were incredibly different. Rachel did seem quite rebellious and a lot like a party-girl. As a police officer, Finn was the opposite of that. He liked quiet evenings in watching a film, not out all night in clubs. But Finn was determined to not let Santana get to him, or ruin his date. He plastered a fake smile onto his face and remained casual.

"Don't worry about me, Santana," He said in a sickeningly sweet tone. "I'll be just fine."

Before Santana could reply, a door from behind her opened and Rachel appeared. Finn had to try hard to make his mouth not drop open at the sight of her. She was wearing a short-sleeved black dress that fell to her mid-thigh. Her long, tanned legs peaked out on full-show. She had black heels on that made her look taller than usual, though she was still smaller than Finn, and was only a tiny bit taller Santana. Her brown hair cascaded below her shoulders in waves, and her make-up was surprisingly simple.

"Hey, Finn." Rachel smiled, grabbing a small bag from a nearby table.

Finn cleared his throat, feeling speechless. "Uh... Hi. You look..." Finn trailed off, not knowing how to finish the sentence. She looked great, obviously, though Finn didn't know if he liked it or not. Finn liked natural beauty, and Rachel looked anything but natural. She was trying to hard to look sexy and showing too much skin. Nothing was left to the imagination.

Almost as if Santana was reading Finn's thoughts, she spoke, "Rachel, I love that dress!" Finn glanced at Santana, noticing the insincerity dripping off the words.

"Thank you!" Rachel grinned, obviously not noticing it, or choosing to ignore it.

"But, don't you think it's a little... slutty for a first date."

Rachel's smile faltered at Santana's comment and she looked down at herself self-consciously. "I don't think so." Rachel said, her confidence clearly shaken slightly. "When it comes to dresses, the shorter the better, right?"

"Right." Santana confirmed, a false smile on her face,

"Anyway," Rachel said, stepping towards Finn. "Shall we?"

Finn opened up his menu, eyeing Rachel as he did so. It surprised him how she dressed so provocatively, yet talked like a lovely, innocent girl. Occasionally, she would say something that set off alarm bells in Finn's head, such as the term 'dine and dash', though she quickly returned to her innocence by stopping to stroke a small dog.

What Santana had said about Rachel being a party-girl had made Finn watch her closely, looking for any sign that Rachel was defiant and too wild for Finn. As much as he hated himself for being so prejudice, he couldn't help it. He was now sure that this date would be a disaster.

As Rachel was looking at her menu, Finn noticed something small on her wrist. His eyes immediately widened in surprise, before narrowing while he tried to get a closer look. Rachel spotted the strange look Finn was giving her and lowered her menu slightly so that she could see him properly. She frowned, confused at Finn's behaviour.

"Is everything OK?" Rachel asked eventually. Finn's gaze was making her feel uncomfortable and insecure.

"Uh.. Yeah, yes, of course." Finn cleared his throat, embarrassed at having been caught. "I was just wondering what that was on your wrist."

Rachel frowned, obviously unsure what he was talking about, then looked down and followed his gaze. She smiled when she saw what he was talking about, relief washing over her.

"Oh, this?" Rachel pointed to the small yellow mark on the inside of her wrist. "It's a tattoo." She held her arm out towards Finn she he could get a better look.

Finn looked at the small marking. It was simply a small yellow/gold star, with no other decoration on or around it. It actually looked nice. Finn liked it.

"A star?" He said, leaning back on his chair again.

"Yeah, it's kind of a metaphor." Rachel shrugged casually, seeming bored by the subject. "Or, at least, it used to be. I got it years ago when I'd just left college." Rachel looked at it for herself, almost as if she had forgotten it was even there, then looked up with a look of perfect indifference. "Do you have any tattoos?"

Finn shook his head. "No," He informed her. "They've never really appealed to me. There's nothing that I'd want permanently marked onto my body." Finn noticed that Rachel seemed slightly disappointed, though she didn't say anything about it. "So," Finn continued. "Is that your only tattoo?" Finn hoped that it was. Though he didn't dislike the star, he would really prefer a girl who wasn't covered with the small marks.

"No, I have one more." Rachel said, her face lighting up at the chance to tell Finn.

"Really? What is that one?"

"I would show you, though it's in a bit of a... private place that you'll have to earn access to." Rachel smiled at him seductively, causing Finn's eyes to widen in shock.

"Oh." Finn said, sitting up straighter, suddenly uncomfortable. That was definitely a little too forward for Finn's liking. Suddenly, Rachel did seem wild and out-going, something Finn was not. He tried to remain calm, though his mind was telling him to run as far from Rachel as he could. She seemed like trouble.

"I think you should get a tattoo." Rachel said, changing the subject from her own tattoo in her intimate area. "Who knows, maybe I'll be able to talk you into it."

"I doubt it." Finn said quietly, looking down at his menu.

"Never say never, Finn." Rachel said resting her arm on the table. "You seem quite uptight, you need to loosen up and live a little."

Finn looked up in surprise. Uptight? He wasn't uptight. He was trying to remain calm about the whole situation, but he was out of his comfort zone. Being a policeman, he had seen some of the 'party-animals' of the city, and he didn't like what he saw. They were irresponsible and out of control. If Rachel was one of them, he would be disappointed. He had felt an unexplainable connection to her since they met, yet every time Rachel said something about tattoos, parties or 'dine and dashing' he felt that connection simmering out.

Before Finn could comment on what Rachel had said, a waitress came over with a small notebook. "So, what can I get you two?"

Finn walked alongside Rachel on a dark street, lit only by the odd lamp-post. Rachel's heels prevented her from walking too fast, so Finn was walking in a nice stroll. The evening had actually turned out OK. There were good moments and bad moments. Finn found out that Rachel liked some of the same songs as him, and watched some of the same shows. They had been discussing Game of Thrones for at least half an hour during their dinner.

At one point, Finn had made Rachel laugh so hard that he water came out of her nose. Rachel had been embarrassed, but Finn thought it was funny and made him like her more. However, there were also parts of Rachel that Finn didn't like. She definitely liked to party, most of her storied involved alcohol, and a man who was covered in tattoos and smelled of weed came over in the middle of their meal. Turns out, he was one of Rachel's closest friends. That made Finn uncomfortable.

Despite this, Finn was trying to keep an open mind and enjoy himself. And now, walking down the peaceful street, Finn was enjoying himself.

He heard Rachel let out a shaky breath and glanced at her to see was was wrong. She was clutching at her arms and shivering, clearly cold in her tiny dress. Finn removed his jacket, causing Rachel to look at him like he was crazy.

"You're freezing." Finn said, draping his jacket over Rachel's shoulders.

Rachel smiled, grabbing at the jacket with one hand. With the other hand, Rachel took hold of Finn's hand and held onto it. Finn smiled and instead of pulling away, he entwined their fingers and squeezed Rachel's hand slightly. He glanced at Rachel in time to see Rachel smiling at the floor. He could look at that smile all day.

"So, what now?" Finn asked, carrying on their walk down the street.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't want the evening to be over, so do you want to go grab a drink or something?" Finn was scared to ask, thinking maybe Rachel would find him too boring and say no; but instead she smiled and nodded.

"That sounds nice." She said, looking happy. "I know this great place, it's called Utopia."

Finn's eyes widened at the name. He knew that place. He had lost count of how many times he had been sent over there to break up fights, arrest people, hold drug raids. Hearing that Rachel thought it was a 'great place' set off the warning bells again, making Finn rethink how this evening was going after all.

"You really like that place?" Finn said hesitantly, not wanting to upset Rachel.

"Yeah, it's great." Rachel said enthusiastically. "I've been going there for months now, my friend Puck introduced me to it."

"Puck?" Finn repeated, thinking the name was a little silly.

"Well, his name's Noah, but everyone calls him Puck."

"Why would they call him-" Finn stopped himself from finishing the sentence. He suddenly realised something that, again, made Finn uncomfortable. "That wouldn't happen to be Noah Puckerman, would it?"

"Yes!" Rachel said, turning to him, surprised that he knew her friend. "You know him?"

"Well, kind of." Finn said, remembering where he'd heard the name. "I've arrested him a couple of times. Put up quite a bit of resistance. Had to call for back-up." Disapproval was dripping off Finn's words, but he was beyond caring now.

"That sounds like Noah." Rachel said through a small giggle. "Anyway, how does Utopia sound?"

Finn sighed and thought for a moment. Chances were, there would be some of his colleagues in the area, just like every other night. He couldn't be seen by the people he worked with going into one of the worst clubs in town. There was just no way he could go there.

"I don't think it sounds too good." Finn said quietly.

Rachel stopped walking, frowning when she heard his words. Finn also stopped and faced Rachel, still holding her hand. "Why does it not sound good?" Rachel asked, not bothering to hide her confusion.

"Rachel, do you know how many drug raids have been held at that place? How many times it's had to be closed? How many fights take place there?" Finn rubbed his face with his free hand and sighed. "I can't go there."

"It's just people having a good time." Rachel said with a shrug, obviously not understanding why Finn wouldn't want to go there.

"It's out of control. Every. Single. Night."

"So?"

"The police will probably be there. Right now."

"We're just getting drinks, Finn, not breaking the law." Rachel was frowning at him, not happy at his refusal to go.

"Those police officers there are my colleagues, Rachel." Finn reminded her.

Rachel narrowed her eyes, her frown deepening. A look that somehow managed to look shocked, hurt and angry all at the same time came onto her face. "Let me get this straight," Rachel said. "You don't want to go because you're embarrassed to be seen with me by your colleagues."

"I'm not embarrassed to be seen with you," Finn said, worried that he would hurt her feeling, if he hadn't already. "I'm embarrassed to be seen there."

"You know what, I'm sick of this." Rachel said, letting go of Finn's hand and shaking her head.

"Sick of what?" Finn said with confusion.

"You!" Rachel told him, looking down. "You keep acting like I'm a wild, out-of-control part girl that you disapprove of."

"That's not true."

"Is it not?" Rachel said, shocked that Finn could actually say that. "Every time I mention my friends, where I go on the weekends, or anything like that, you look at me like..."

"Like what?" Finn asked when Rachel seemed unable to finish.

"Like you're better than I am or something." Rachel said quietly. "And I'm sick of it. I wanted to go on a date with you because I thought that you were a nice, sweet guy, but obviously I was wrong."

Rachel stepped away from Finn, removing the jacket that he had given her and dropping it on the floor in front of her. "Sorry that I wasted your time." She said, backing away from him. "It won't happen again."

Without waiting for a response, Rachel turned around and stormed away from Finn, leaving him on the dark street alone.

A/N: Please don't hate me! I have a plan, don't worry. Leave me a review to let me know what you think, and maybe what you think will happen next.