Rachel promised him there would be chocolate chip cookies. That's the only reason he came with her. Two hours later, there was no sign of the delicious cookies. And frankly, he was upset.

Apart from no cookies (or sweets), a woman he was not attracted to kept flirting with him.

As he gave her a tentative smile, Marisa Hartwood kissed him on the cheek.

He was grossed out- maybe even a bit nauseous. She was so old. Rachel would've reprimanded him if he said that aloud. He knows it's disrespectful to be disgusted with a woman, but he couldn't help it. She's been hitting on him the whole night. And frankly, he was getting sick of it.

He tried not to show his discomfort but she caught on.

"Honey, I'm sorry. It's just that you remind me so much of my late husband."

When he looked at her apologetic expression, his irritation went away. It was hard being annoyed at an old person- they're cute in a weird way.

Shrugging, he replied, "Nah, it's alright," Then he held her hand.

Marisa was a 72-year old woman with a huge smile and tacky clothes. She was loud and outspoken and direct. It was like an older version of Rachel. Except you know, Rachel was hot and young.

"I keep flirting with you…" She admitted regretfully. "But it can't be helped!" She chuckled. "You're just so handsome and charming."

Finn laughed, holding her hand a bit tighter. "Thank you ma'am."

"You called me 'ma'am', you're so respectful too." She pinched his cheek.

"He is!" a big-eyed Rachel joined their conversation. He jumped from surprise.

"And who is this?" asked Marisa, a smile forming when she saw Finn's reaction.

He forced a smile (he was still sad about the cookies) and said, "She's my girlfriend."

Rachel (who did not notice Finn's bad mood) beamed at him, taking hold of his free hand.

"I'm Rachel Berry. I'm one of the people who are in charge of providing the food and entertainment. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Hartwood."

An amused smile appeared on her face. "You know my name, dear?"

"I know everyone's name here. It's very important for me to do so." Finn and Mrs. Hartwood shared a look. "As I mentioned a while ago, I'm one of the people in charge and it is my responsibility to memorize all names, birthdays, ages, and interests," She explained easily. "You are Marisa Hartwood, your birthday is on October 23, you are 72 years old, and you like baking. Am I right?"

"You're right. You are also very," Rachel's smile was so big Finn thought she would explode. "adorable."

"Why thank you! Normally, I don't receive compliments regarding my personality, just my singing. And I'm aware that I'm abrasive at times though I am quite endearing, so being called adorable really made my day!" Her voice was so peppy that Finn's heart sort of melted.

Rachel had quite a lot of weaknesses but flattery was her Achilles heel. Especially genuine ones. Looking at his watch, he realized they were running late. He didn't wanna end all the sweetness but they had to catch their movie.

"Anyway," Finn regretfully interrupted the love fest. "Rachel and I have a date after, and we're kinda late, so we've gotta go."

"No, we're not," said Rachel haughtily. She then glanced at her watch then gasped. "We're late! Why are we late?"

"We can still make the movie if we hurry up," suggested a calm Finn.

"I shouldn't have eaten dinner, that's why we're late! It's all my fault, Finn. If I just ate a sandwich on our way here then we wouldn't be missing the movie!" said a hysterical Rachel.

"Or you can pack your stuff right now then we can leave. We're not that late, Rach," he replied easily.

"You're right," she said with fierce determination. "I'll fix my things quickly." Then with a quick kiss for him, a hug for Mrs. Hartwood, she was rushing to find her bag.

"She's funny," said an entertained Mrs. Hartwood.

"She is."

"Do you love her?" the old woman asked gently.

"I do." He couldn't help but smile at seeing Rachel frantically looking for something in her bag while talking to an old man.

"Do you think she's the one?"

He didn't answer, distracted by Rachel running towards them with something (wrapped in tissue) in her hand.

"Finn!" she gasped for air. "Let's go!" But before he was able to answer, she handed him the tissue. "It's for you." He looked at it curiously.

"It's the cookie I promised you. Chocolate chip."

He looked at Mrs. Hartwood and smiled. "I think so."

FIN

Author's Note:

So...

OMG. I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. Nothing dramatic happened to me so I can't justify myself. :( Stress happened. Lqtm (laugh quietly to myself). But I hope you guys would forgive me and please state your opinions about season 2.

I am disappointed with the story line. I hoped they would add more depth to the characters & I'm confused why they make the Warblers' songs way better than New Directions' songs. Also, I like my Finn better than the show's Finn. That Finn annoys me. My Finn is sweet. Because I made him. Mwahaha.

Anyway. That's why there's fanfiction, right? When we're disappointed with a show or a movie, we could use our creativity to make our OWN stories. I love this site. :)

Hopefully, I'll be able to finish this story in a month or less (I've got some drafts already but there are no promises) and we can just hope the Glee writers will stop being stupid and start being awesome again.

RANT DONE.

Have a wonderful day, gleeks! :)