Thanks for the awesome reviews and PMs! I got a wave of inspiration to write last night seeing Lea's new tattoo. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Things are still developing, so I hope you are all still interested! Let me know what you think!


Finn looked down at the resume in his hand Sugar handed to him. Rachel Berry. There was no way he would have even known that this was her, he barely knew anything about her except that she's 31, and well...that's really not enough to just identify a person now is it? Especially since he didn't even look at the resume to begin with.

Shit. He should probably say something to her instead of talking to himself in his head. "Rachel! Hi! What are you doing here?"

She looked at him weirdly, because really, what else would she be doing there? The real question is what was HE doing there?

"I mean, wow, hi. I wasn't expecting you. Obviously you're here for the interview. Why else would you be here and why would I have your resume in my hand?" He laughed nervously. Could he sound any more like a total doof?

"You work here?" She finally spoke, letting her eyes run over his chosen attire. He was wearing jeans, chucks, and a black v-neck shirt that seemed to fit just hug all of his muscles in the right places. What kind of work environment was this? She suddenly felt extremely overdressed in her blazer and matching skirt.

"Uh, well...yeah."

"Well this is certainly an unexpected reunion...and quite honestly a little awkward. I don't mean to be rude...but is your boss here? I'm supposed to be meeting with the founder...a Mr. Hudson?"

A huge grin appeared on Finn's face. "I guess we really haven't properly been introduced. Rachel Berry...I'm Finn. Finn Hudson." He put his hand out for her to shake, but her hand never met his. Instead, her face scrunched up in confusion before her realization set in and her eyes widened, lips parting just slightly from shock.

"Finn Hudson...so who do you report into? Your Father? Mother?" Rachel knew this had to be some type of joke. Did Quinn set her up? Was this some mean game her sorority sisters were playing with her? Oh my God, did they plant Finn there that night at the bar?! The thoughts in her head became more and more outrageous as she let her mind run wild.

His grin turned into a lopsided smile. This was always his favorite part. No one seemed to think a man of his age could actually be a successful at running his own business. Proving people wrong, well that's one area Finn Hudson never failed. He reached into his back pocket to grab his wallet. He removed a business card from it and handed it to her.

Finn Hudson. Founder and CEO.

Rachel stared at the card clearly at a loss for words. He wasn't lying.

Finn watched her as she continued to process the information. "You look so surprised. It's kind of hurting my feelings." He joked. She glanced up at him with her question filled chocolate brown eyes.

"You told me you were 25."

"I am." He responded, amused.

"How the hell are you the CEO and Founder? Did Quinn put you up to this?"

Finn sat down on the edge of the table. "Quinn? You mean your friend you were with? Nah...but if I knew that's how I'd be able to see you again, then I totally would have done that." He smiled, somewhat joking, before continuing. "Honestly? A lot of hard work and a really awesome and dedicated team. Which as you know, I'm looking to expand..."

"Oh no!" Rachel quickly responded, shaking her head, grabbing her purse from the table where he was planted. "Nope. I'm sorry, but this? This isn't happening. This is just way too awkward." She moved past him and walked out of the meeting room.

"You seem to say that a lot..." He called after her, before following her out. "Rachel, wait!"

Everyone in the office turned towards them. The one thing about having everyone work in the same space is they all knew everything that happened in there at all times.

She stopped on her heels and turned towards him. "What?"

"Look, I know this is super weird, but you came all the way here, you're clearly qualified from what I can see on the resume...why don't we just give this interview a try?" He had no idea why he was trying so hard. Had this been anyone else walking out of an interview, especially when they ended it, he would have basically said sayonara without a second thought.

"Whoa isn't that the girl he was hitting on from the bar?" Puck said to Sam, but it was loud enough where Rachel heard it from where she was standing. Her face began to turn another shade of red.

"Are you kidding me? You all work together?" She shrieked, glancing around the room at their staring faces, recognizing Puck and Sam. Rachel glanced back at Finn who nodded his head, all the while chewing on his bottom lip. He was way to cute for his own good.

"I've gotta go..." she mumbled, and walked out of the building. Finn quickly followed after her.

"Rachel!" he caught up to her as she reached her car in the parking lot.

"What Finn?" The annoyance in her voice was very clear.

"I don't get it. Why are you so upset? I get that yeah, this is somewhat awkward. But are you really going to let one kiss get in the way of what could be a potentially great working relationship?"

"You know nothing about me, Finn! What makes you think we'd even work well together? What's upsetting to me is the fact that I've spent so much of my time going on interviews that lead to a dead end. It's been nearly 2 months, and it's just frustrating!" She had no idea why she just unloaded all of that off on him. Rachel sighed, softening her approach to him.

"Look, I'm sorry. Your company seems great. Really great actually. But this is just way to weird for me, and it's nothing personal against you. I just can't see myself in a place where my name has already been smudged by...by a kiss. I try to keep my personal life as removed as possible from my place of employment."

He nodded. He understood what she meant. At least he thinks he does. "I just didn't want you think I wouldn't give you a fair chance just because of our kiss...you know?"

Rachel nodded, opening her car door. "Of course not. I didn't think that at all."

"And it was a pretty awesome kiss, don't you think?" He smiled.

Rachel rolled her eyes playfully. "Really Finn? Are we doing this right now?"

"What? Since you won't interview with me...I am guaranteeing your 'personal life is as removed as possible from your place of employment'" He mocked her playfully. "So maybe you'd let me take you out sometime?"

"Finn...I meant what I said earlier." She was finding it hard to resist him. Going out with him would be a horrible idea. He was way to young for her and...and well she couldn't really think of another reason at the moment.

"What'd you say?" He said innocently, moving a little closer to her, blocking her entrance from getting in the car.

"This isn't happening." She forced herself to keep her composure. Why did he smell so good right now?

"You say that about a lot of things, Rachel." he gave her a small smile.

"And I mean it." she gave him a small smile.

"So you don't think it's weird, out of all the job interviews in Los Angeles, out of all the marketing firms you can probably go to, you find yourself here...with me?" He raised his eyebrows towards her.

"I don't think it's weird more than I think of it as a freaky coincidence. I've gotta go Finn."

He stepped away from her car, allowing her to get into the driver's seat. "I have a feeling this won't be the last I see of you, Rachel Berry."

Rachel laughed, putting on her seatbelt. "Maybe in your dreams." She started her car and glanced up towards him. "Bye Finn."

"Bye, Rachel." He watched her drive out of the parking lot.


Finn walked back towards the office as nonchalantly as he possibly could. Maybe the guys wouldn't ask him questions. He was the boss right? If he didn't engage in conversation with them, maybe they wouldn't ask.

He walked into the office with five pairs of eyes on him. He ignored the looks he was receiving and sat down at his desk, quickly putting on his headphones. From his peripheral vision he could see the smirk forming on Puck's face. Not more than ten seconds go by before a chat notification pops up in his Gmail window. Great. Puck started a group chat with him, Sam, Mike, and Artie.

Puck: I thought you said we couldn't have sex at work.

Finn rolled his eyes. He should have known better really.

Sam: LOL that rule is literally just for you.

Finn: I had no clue she was even coming! And shut up, Puck.

Mike: so she is Sugar's sorority sister?! Dude does Sugar have more friends? We've been approaching this hiring thing all wrong...

Artie: I want in on that!

Finn: no, a few weekends ago Puck, Sam and I went out. Sam met some chick who he humped and dumped...and apparently that girl is in the same sorority as Sugar.

Sam: Dude, I'm going to call her! Eventually...

Puck laughed out loud and received a peculiar look from Sugar. She knew they were up to something when they get this quiet.

Puck: so what's the deal man? Are we finally adding a lady to our team?

Finn: nope...the search continues.

Sam: it's really probably for the best...

Artie: that's just because you have no plans to call her friend back. You can really just pass that number over here...

Mike: but seriously...does Sugar have more friends?

Another notification popped up on their screens - this time a group chat by Sugar including all of them.

Sugar- I know you guys are all gossiping. I want in!

Finn took his headphones off. "Alright, alright. Let's just consider this another bust. She made it perfectly clear she isn't interested in joining us..."

"She didn't even interview!" Sugar exclaimed, a bit upset that her first recommendation to the team didn't pan out well. "How do we know we even wanted her?" Sugar asked.

Puck smirked. "Yeah Hudson, don't we want her?"

Finn rolled his eyes again. Children. He worked with children.


When things finally settled down in the office, Finn found himself googling everything Rachel Berry. He had her address, her phone number, and her e-mail just from her resume. Everyone had some type of social presence, he would definitely find her. It's like...market research.

The first thing that popped up was her Instagram. msrachelberry. Whoa - and it was public.

"Hey Finn-" Artie called out, and Finn quickly jumped from his seat and closed his browser.

Artie shot him a weird look. "You okay?"

"Yeah man, I'm cool. What's up?" He'd do his "market research" on his own time.


As soon as Rachel drove out of the parking lot, she dialed Quinn's number on her phone, which connected to the bluetooth in her car.

"How'd it go?!" Quinn answered the phone, seeing Rachel.

"Quinn! You will not believe what just happened to me."

"Oh no...what happened?"

"Do you remember those guys from the bar in Malibu? I was with this really tall guy...his name was Finn? His blonde friend with the huge mouth drove you home...?"

"Um...yes. I may recall going home with someone who fits that description..."

"I walked into this really cool, modern office building. I meet your sorority sister, Sugar, I think. She puts me in this room and I am literally surrounded with Bon Jovi memorabilia. It was kind of weird actually. Anyway! I'm all nervous for my interview, and in walks in Finn! He's the guy about to interview me. The freaking CEO. The guy from the bar that I made out with!"

"Oh my God!" Quinn laughed. "So you got the job then?!"

"NO! Ugh. I walked out. And then he tried to ask me out on top of it all...can you believe that?!"

Quinn couldn't stop laughing. "Oh my God Rach, this is so crazy. How does that even happen? Did you speak to Sam? That fucker never even called me back."

"No I didn't speak to Sam. I was too busy trying to cover up my own shame and embarrassment. Not only did I make out with a 25 year old at some random bar, it turns out he actually has done more with his short life than I have with 6 extra years!"

"Rach, don't be so hard on yourself! That is pretty cool though...he's like a hot, young, entrepreneur. I hope you said yes to that date!"

"Uh, no. Are you crazy? He's a child!"

"A child that owns his own company, apparently."

"Ugh...whatever. I just need to step my game up a little bit more."

"You'll be fine Rach, I promise. Something will work out really soon. I can feel it!" Quinn encouraged her.

Rachel sighed. "You're right. I'm Rachel Berry. I can do this!"

With that, Rachel drove home with a new found confidence to continue her job search. Instead, she found herself googling all things Finn Hudson.


A few days, Finn found himself parked outside of a yoga studio. He finally had the chance to continue his research on Rachel, and through her instagram page, which he spent way too much time on, found out she taught a yoga class in a studio near his home. He looked up the schedule and found himself enrolling in her Saturday morning class.

He walked into the studio and checked in at the front desk. He quickly changed into gym shorts and a t-shirt. He couldn't help but notice the other guys were shirtless with just their briefs on. What was he about to get himself into?

He walked into the studio where the class was held and was immediately taken aback at how hot the room was. What the fuck! Class didn't even start yet and he was already sweating. He chose a spot closest to the window and set his mat down, copying the setup of the person next to him.

Rachel walked into the classroom, wearing nothing but a sports bar and the tiniest pair of shorts known to man. If that's what she was going to be wearing this whole class, he had no idea how he would make it out alive. She walked around the room, introducing herself to each person, writing their names down on a little notepad, so she knew exactly where everyone was sitting.

She just finished speaking to the person next to him before she walked over to him. "And what's your..." she stopped speaking when she looked at his face. "Are you kidding me?"

He smiled at her. "Rachel, hey. So funny seeing you here!"

"Finn - what are you doing?" she rested a hand on her waist.

"I'm just here for my morning yoga. I've never seen you here before..." he innocently responded.

She looked at him curiously. "This isn't usually my shift...I picked it up last minute."

He smiled again. "Well that must be why I haven't seen you before. I'm super excited to get started."

She nodded hesitantly. Could this really just be another coincidence? She walked off, completing her rounds around the room.

"Good morning everyone. I'm so glad you all could make it this morning...it's so great to start the day off with bikram yoga. We'll be in this class for 90 minutes...the temperature will soon rise to 104 degrees, the humidity will be at about 40%. For my new yogis...patience. This isn't something you will learn in one session. We'll go through 26 poses twice...half the class will be standing, while the second half will be on the floor. The most important thing will be to remember to breathe. Are we ready to get started?"

Finn stared ahead at the mirror in sheer panic. 90 minutes? HOT yoga? What the fuck did he sign up for.


By the end of class, Finn was drenched. He ended up removing his shirt five minutes into the warm up because it was already drenched against his body. He concentrated so hard on getting through 90 minutes of pure hell, he had no time to even focus on Rachel.

As soon as class ended, Finn headed straight outside to get fresh air. He was never doing that again. He sat on a bench, conveniently located right outside the studio.

Moments later, he heard the door open and footsteps walking towards him. Rachel sat down on the bench next to him.

"You've never done yoga before, have you?"

Finn laughed. "Is it that obvious?"

Rachel couldn't help but laugh. "Finn! What is wrong with you? Bikram yoga should not be your first introduction into this world."

"You're telling me!" He shook his head, his face still red as a tomato.

"So, are you stalking me?" she smirked at him.

He glanced over at her sheepishly. "I wouldn't call it stalking...I'd call it...accidentally stumbling upon your instagram, finding out you taught a class near me, and booking the first thing I saw."

She gave him a small smile. "What's your angle, Hudson?"

"There's no angle, Berry. I'm just asking for one date...what could be so bad about that?"

"Finn..."

"I know what you're gonna say, Rach. Honestly - you're wrong. This can happen. If you let it."

She shook her head, but didn't say anything.

"I literally just tortured myself for 90 minutes for you...I think that's worth at least one date. Like straight up tortured myself."

She let out a soft laugh and stood up from the bench. "I'm sorry Finn. My answer is still no."

He nodded his head. "I think you're warming up to me though. And I swear I usually don't sweat this much.."

Rachel laughed. "Bye Finn." She begins to walk off to her car, before turning around. "I'll see you next Saturday?"

A huge grin crossed his face. "It's a date!" he yelled out to her.

"It's not a date!" She laughed, getting into her car and driving off, a huge smile still planted on her face.


Monday morning, Finn found himself in a meeting at Will Schuester's office. As he tried to reign in Will's wild re-branding ideas, it became apparent that it wasn't just the marketing that needed to change, Will needed to restructure his company and he needed to get the word out.

"Have you ever thought about hiring someone to do PR?" Finn asked him.

Will stopped his pacing around the room to think. "I've never really thought about that. You think that's a good idea?"

"Well, I think outside of creating awesome ads, you need someone who's going to help you develop your internal strategy and help build your company up in the industry...I mean you think just putting more females on your website will increase your following? No way. You've got to change the way the public sees you, and you need someone who's going to help you do that."

"You make some good points, Hudson. I can't believe I didn't think about this before! I've got to get on this right away. Hiring someone could take months!" Will was about to have a meltdown at any moment.

"Actually…" An idea popped into Finn's head and he turned to look at Will with a smile. "I think I know someone who might just be perfect for the job."