Thanks again you guys for the review. And I'm sorry about the cliffhanger left last chapter. I felt it was right the way I left it there. To make it all up to you, I tried to make this chapter longer by far. Now, to quote Mike Chang: "Here we go…"

I wanna kiss you,
But if I do then I might miss you, babe
It's complicated and stupid
Got my ass squeezed by sexy Cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants to play
A lovegame, a lovegame
Hold me and love me
Just wanna touch you for a minute
Maybe three seconds is enough
For my heart to quit it
LoveGame – Lady Gaga

"Finn? Finn Hudson?"

I couldn't believe it—well, rather, I couldn't put together that this, this man in front of me was goofy Finn Hudson. Sure, he was the quarterback in high school; he had that going for him, but to think this was the guy who would barely pass Math and asked me to help him out because I probably had it built into my brain. I hadn't a clue that he would end up teaching, let alone be brave enough to run Glee club by himself. That fact alone had me to realize that there was probably more to the teenage Finn that I had left behind—damn it that I couldn't see the transformation myself.

He was wearing nothing but simple clothes. Gone were the sweaters, the weird t-shirts, and the football jersey he occasionally adorned on game day. What took their place instead were dress shirts and a tie. He was very professional and dare I say it, so un-Finn like that even I had to do a double take on it myself. If anything, I would have mistaken him for Jesse St. James—only Finn was taller and in my personal opinion, more likeable.

Of course, I could see him try to mentally assess my new look and this time, this only time, I actually let someone finish. The look on his face went from one of bewilderment, to disbelief, then right back to awe. Did I really change that bad?

"Tina", he asked of me and I nodded, crossing my arms over the scrutiny of it all. I even blushed red when I heard his voice say my name. What the hell was wrong with me? I usually never felt this way and I didn't like it. Not one bit. This was just a little appreciation for Finn and his change. I didn't need to feel like I was sixteen again—the Goth girl talking to the quarterback of the football team. By no means did I have a crush on Finn Hudson.

I just wanted in his pants.

His oh so wonderful pants that left no room to the imagination.

Okay, I really need to stop now.

"Finn", I said again, crossing my arms over my chest nervously. I had on a blouse; a couple of buttons were unbuttoned. I just felt awkward watching him look at them for what seem like ages. But even then, I stood in front of him, smiling wide like the idiot that I was. I didn't dare to touch him; lest I do something that I really regretted doing. It was more for my own sanity than his. "Finn", I said again. He was still staring at me and there it was. How he was so much like his sixteen year old self at that moment. My smile grew wider the more adorable he got.

Wait, did I just think adorable?

"Oh just drag her off to the janitor's closet already, Mr. Hudson. We all know you wanna do her. You could cut the sexual tension with a condom wrapper. Wanky", one of the female students in the class started soon the whole class started to laugh and talk amongst themselves. I tinged even brighter at that girl's comment. Oh great, I think I found the Santana of the class. It warmed me to find that there was a Rachel and a Santana. I wonder which one was the Tina.

But then, Finn started to come out of his shock and brushed himself off. "Right", he said as he turned to the class and addressed them again. "This here is an old friend of mine. Her name's Tina and she was in Glee club with me. She's here to write an article about us—", he was cut off by a hand in the air. It was the same girl that had asked me about New York, the Rachel Berry.

"Mr. Hudson", she spoke. I raised one of my eyebrows. "Yes, Janet", he spoke. Yeah, I could tell he was as exhausted with her as Mr. Schue was exhausted with Rachel. "I understand that you have a childhood friend over and she looks quite different than what you've become accustomed to seeing her—I check the Glee yearbooks from back then—but we do have class to maintain and I thought she was only here to observe."

I raised an eyebrow at the girl. Did she really want to be hit by her peers? This girl even had less tact that Rachel Berry did. With a grimace, I turned my attention back to Finn and I shrugged, as if telling him he should continue on what he was doing. I really didn't need to hold up class any longer. "Finn", I even spoke to get his attention again. "Go on. What about my lady demon clothes?"

And the goofy Finn was back with that half smile of his. That same half smile that got Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry weak at their knees should have been patented, really. I ended up stepping back a few steps just so I wouldn't be tempted. Hell, I even turned to the rest of the class to really assess them. Of course the same stereotypes that were in Glee when both Finn and I were in it were still prevalent, but I could see some new ones in there. I was quite proud at this moment that we sort of set the trend for the future Glee kids, and I wanted to tell them—until one of them started talking again.

"I dunno, Sanders. She doesn't look like she has any lady demon clothes. In fact, she's kind of hot. Hay lady, you look like you can use some lovin'. Don't worry, I don't discriminate", one of the football junkies in the back of the room started speaking. I turned to Finn as if to silently ask if he was just like Puck when he was in school. I sighed and scrunched my nose. Trust me to find the one person. I turned my attention back to the rest of the, my writer voice prominent. "I'm only here to observe for a couple of days and then I'll be out of your hair."

"So you don't wanna smush?"

Oh my god.

"I'm so sorry about my kids", Finn spoke while he handed me a cup of coffee. It was after school and we were in his office. The kids had taken a toll on the both of us. With me there, all they could ask were questions about New York and my job and how everything was like back then. Naturally, I told them the truth—that Glee club was just as hated as it probably was today, that we got slushied by people who we thought were friends, and that there was just so much drama that most of us couldn't handle and some people came and went. They looked a bit put out after I spoke, but I ended making it up to them when I told the story about how we had won sectionals for the first time.

But here I was, sitting across from Finn Hudson and tracing a cup of coffee that was in my hands. I didn't know what to say to him. Finn and I didn't talk much when we knew each other. Of course, we were cordial, but we weren't best friends. He was genuinely concerned for me when I had my identity stripped from me that one time Figgins thought I was a real vampire—I wonder if he still does.

"I'm fine, Finn. It's definitely alright. If I'm going to be there for the next week, they do have to get used to me", I told him, my voice calm. Inside, I wasn't very calm, really. I didn't know how to act around this Finn. He was an educator, a person with a real job—inspiring kids like Mr. Schuester inspired all of us. How could I tell someone that I admired them when I hadn't seen him in ages?

I watched as he took a drink out of his own mug and nodded, a shrug escaping his shoulders. "Right, and hey, maybe you can help me one day. I got Mike and his wife coming down to teach them choreography. You were a great dancer before." I grimaced at his words, but nodded anyway. It wasn't as if I was still pining for Mike Chang, lord knows that ship has sailed and sank to the bottom of the ocean. But what I didn't want to say was that I was probably out of practice and I couldn't do anything if I tried. It was eight years and I had given up and gotten a normal profession.

"Finn", I began before taking a tentative sip of my coffee. I found it right to perfection—that was weird. Usually, when I drank coffee from anywhere else, it would be either too bitter or too sweet. I didn't tell him that it was perfect though—I would have seemed too eager. "I haven't danced or sang in eight years. I don't know what good that would do for you", I further explained and his brow furrowed.

"But didn't you like singing and dancing? I remember you saying you wanted to be an entertainer. What happened?"

Oh great, was this new Finn philosophical too? When the hell did I miss everything?

"Life happened", I went onto explain, shaking my head as I did so. He had to have known what I meant by then. I was getting tired of explaining the story to my parents, so I just stopped. I hardly ever ran into anyone that I went to High School with wherever I traveled. Hell, I don't even know if any of the New Directions members moved anywhere else and out of town. Was Rachel and I the only people that wanted to leave? Lima wasn't that bad of a place, but it was pretty small compared to the rest of Ohio.

I looked up to see Finn looking at me—the same look that Sam had when I told him I was a writer. Was it that bad that I was? So I wasn't in the entertainment business as was my dream, but some dreams were broken so new ones can form—so realistic ones can form.

"Right", he said before shrugging his shoulders again. I could tell he wanted to say something else, but I didn't want to press. I didn't know how long we were sitting in silence for, but he started to speak again. "You look different. Is it part of your job?"

I nodded my answer shrugged my shoulders myself. "Yeah. I really can't wear 'lady demon clothes' while I'm writing for one of the most prominent magazines in the country, can I", I asked him, a smile dancing across my lips afterwards. That in turn got him to laugh and I followed suit. His laugh really was contagious.

"Right, but I liked your clothes before. They were kind of cool."

That was the first that anyone, besides Kurt, that said that my clothes were kind of cool. Sure, Mike tried to change me and offered to buy me more acceptable clothes—with him approving every outfit of course, but that wasn't me. Of course, he was totally thrilled when I wore that cheerleading outfit to school. I haven't touched it since then. "Thank you, Finn", I told him, drinking the rest of my coffee. I had taken ample notes today and I was really itching to get back to my laptop so I can type out the first part of my story and send it to my fact checker. "I really have to get part of this typed up. Same time tomorrow, then?"

He gave me a small look and held up his hand to stop me from talking more. I stood up to gather my things and he did the same. "Listen, Tina", he spoke and I turned my attention towards him, my brow furrowing in confusion. "I kind of don't want to be the fifth wheel at a family dinner tonight with Kurt and my mom and his dad. Do you want to come with me? I know Kurt would probably like seeing you again."

I didn't know what made me do it, but I did it.

"Sure", I said, a wide smile dancing on my face. I quickly scrawled down my number and address for him of course, to come get me. I really didn't want to drive anymore considering. "But if you really wanna take me out on a date, just say so. I'll see you tonight", I said before walking out of the lounge, not before catching a glimpse of the famous Finn Hudson half smile.

I hadn't known it, but I was on a high until I got to my car. Had I flirted with Finn Hudson and he accepted? Had I just agreed with him to be his date at a family dinner? What was I going to wear?

"Fuck my life", I said out loud before I turned on the engine of my car and drove right to my house. I was definitely screwed.

At seven thirty that night, the doorbell rang once right when I was putting on my heels for the dinner. I chose a simple back dress with a lace hem. It was definitely what I would have worn to a special outing—something with clients and whatnot. I hadn't known that I packed such a thing in luggage, but then again Norma probably double checked and put this in here for me. I seriously thought she thinks that I would be dating when I got to Lima. Right, this was just a special favor that I was doing for a friend, nothing more.

But then again, was he really still my friend if I hadn't spoken to him in eight years?

Moving on, Finn had looked quite dapper in his own dress shirt and black tie—different from his work clothes, of course. I seriously could get used to this new Finn. "Hey", he said when he saw me; I could already feel the eyes burning into my soul. Go ahead, judge me. I really didn't care anymore as long as he was looking at me.

What am I saying?

"Hi", I replied back, standing up and moving out of the way so that he could come into the foyer. I closed the door when he was in, of course, and I went around the corner to grab a jacket and my clutch. "I had to step up my game", I said, finding an excuse to my outfit when I saw that he kept staring at me. "I mean, I'm going to dinner with Kurt Hummel. I have to look my best, don't I?"

He let out a small chuckle and nodded, moving to point out at his own outfit. "I only take it out when I know I'm going to have dinner with him. Otherwise, it's just a t-shirt, jeans, and maybe a plain over shirt for me." Ah, so new Finn still had the same style as old Finn. That was very nice to hear.

I gave him a small smile and grabbed my keys, signaling to the door. "Ready to go, then? We don't want to be late, of course."

"Right", he said again and opened my front door for me. That was really nice of him. Soon, after I locked the door and he opened the passenger seat door for me—bless him—we were on our way to the Hudson-Hummel house.

The car ride was a smooth affair. We talked mainly about Glee club and what we were doing with our lives now. I found out that he is an English teacher and he does still continue to play the drums when he can. I also found out that he had gotten a shoulder injury while playing college football and that was why he ended up teaching instead of playing. I nodded at him sympathetically of course. I could relate. When one dream gets broken, you find another.

I also realized that both Finn and I had a lot in common that we really didn't want to express to other people. We both English majors, both of our significant others broke up with us after high school, and we both had to realize different dreams when our others were torn apart. All in all, I realized that while it was selfish of me to just cut ties with everyone that I knew, it was okay to do so and I also realized that it wasn't. Finn really could have used a friend, just like I could have.

Okay, enough with the sappy talk.

The Hudson-Hummel, or rather Hudmel as Finn called it, house was small, but it was perfect for both Carol and Burt. I was still surprised to hear that they were still married and still very much in love. I was also quite glad that Finn finally had a male role model that he could look up to—besides Mr. Schuester, of course. We parked right behind a black, very expensive looking car, and he did the gentleman thing again by opening my car. I muttered a thanks before standing beside him and watching him press the doorbell to the house.

A little girl opened the door and my brow furrowed. Did Carol and Burt have another kid? Were they even able to conceive at their age? Of course they weren't that old, but they were still old.

"Daddy", she yelled into the house, turning her attention away from the both of us. Finn looked like he was about to speak but the little girl cut him off once again. "Uncle Finn is here, and he's with a girl. Should I tell gramma?"

A storm of footsteps came right to the door and I looked up. There, upon seeing the expensive black shoes, black slacks, and dressy clothes with the curly black hair was Blaine Anderson—Kurt's life partner. So Kurt had a kid and I didn't get the memo—that was awkward. Had I known, I would have brought her chocolates or something.

"Run along and get your dad, Cecelia. He'd love to see this", Blaine spoke, his tone of voice teasing. Finn's eyes narrowed at him and we walked in. I was biting my lip out of anxiety. "Haha", Finn laughed tersely, crossing his arms as he did so. "I do too date."

"Right", Blaine said before Kurt came up behind him, their daughter in his arms.

"Tina", his voice was calm, soft, and still the same. He was genuinely surprised to see me and I was happy to see him. Out of everyone in New Directions, I think I was close to Kurt the most—besides Artie, but it didn't turn out the way I had hoped now, did it? "How are you? I've read every article you've ever written, of course. I expect autograph copies by tonight. Oh, and lovely dress you're wearing."

Of course, that was Kurt for you. He never wanted to make anyone feel awkward or nervous around anything. I smiled and nodded, regaling in the small talk before it was time for dinner. I said my hellos to Carol and Burt, respectively of course, and continued on about my job, listening to everyone's job, and how Cecelia was adopted by Kurt and Blaine when they wanted children of their own.

All night, I felt warm and welcome, but mostly I felt wanted and needed, protected even. All I knew was I didn't want Finn's hand on the small of my back to move away.

I tried making it longer for not updating on time. I hope its okay. Please read and review.