A/N: Wow. This story got a lot more feedback than I expected. I will be looking to update at least one chapter of this story a week, probably on Saturdays. Mark your calendars, I'm kidding. Sort of. I know this story might've confused some people, but please bear with me.

Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control.

~anonymous

Two weeks had gone by in a flash, and now Rachel was sixteen. Her dads had driven her to the Matchmaker Office with her identification and personality papers filled out precisely. They were told to come and get her in three hours. She crinkled her nose nervously as she sat in the cushioned chairs in the waiting room, flipping anxiously through a magazine full of beautiful girls who seemed to be taunting her large nose.

She closed the magazine to try and stray her mind away from the thoughts of all of those girls. Her hands reached up and rubbed her temples to try and ease her throbbing headache.

"Rachel Berry?" Rachel opened her eyes that had somehow shut, and saw a very young ginger woman standing at the door that entered into the back rooms of the building. She had on a bright yellow blouse and a high-waisted black skirt. Her eyes were large and brown. If anything, she even looked a little nervous.

Rachel stood and walked over to her. "That's me." She responded with a small wave. The woman smiled gently at her; was that sympathy in her eyes?

The woman introduced herself, "Hi. I am Emma Pillsbury-Schuester."

Rachel's eyes widened. "You're Mr. Schue's wife?"

Mrs. Schuester nodded, "You must be one of his high-spirited Glee kids. He teaches at both of the girls' and boys' schools, you know."

Rachel suddenly felt a little happier knowing that her romantic life was in th hands of somebody who actually had a reliable and decent husband.

Mrs. Schuester led Rachel to her office, which was neatly organized. Nothing seemed out of place or awkwardly strewn about. Rachel wished that her life could look like her office. She took a seat at the chair in front of her desk.

"So, Mrs. Schuester-"

"Please, call me Emma."

"Okay, Emma, I am not quite sure what we are actually going to do for the next few hours..."

"Well, Rachel, you happen to be my very first client. I just recently got this job after I quit being a guidance counselor. So this is a whole new experience for me too." Emma explained, "You will only be spending three hours here so that I can interview you. I am going to ask you some questions and write down your answers for future reference."

Rachel's eyes narrowed nervously, "What kind of questions?"

"Don't worry, Rachel, you'll be fine."

Rachel shifted in her chair, tugged on her skirt, and smoothed it down. She sat up straighter, "I am ready."

Emma pulled a large packet out of her desk drawer, "Okay, question number one. What are your plans for the future?"

Rachel burst into a detailed description about how her dream was to go to New York and be on Broadway. She hoped to intend NYADA. Her eyes scanned the thorough and meticulous writing Emma was using to describe her future plans. Rachel's eyes scanned the room and her gaze landed on a man standing outside of the office window. He was already looking at her. Rachel immediately recognized him as the quarterback of the McKinley Titans football team.

She brought her gaze back to Emma with little more than scarce thought about him.

"Question number two. How do you feel about kids?"

Finn was a little nervous; why was he going to be here for three hours? Honestly, he was a little scared of his matchmaker. Her name was Shannon Beiste.

"Finn Hudson, huh? I think I will just call you Lurch."

Finn was too intimidated to do anything but nod.

Beiste began to lead him to her office, when they passed the office of another matchmaker, her name was Emma Pillsbury-Schuester. Hey, Mr. Schue's wife! He wasn't too worried about her name though. He was more distracted by the petite brunette sitting in a chair in front of the matchmakers desk. Her looks blew him away. Her brown hair was curled into small waves that spiraled and cascaded down her back and hung in front of her shoulders. She wore a short, dark blue skirt and a pink v-neck short sleeve shirt.

There were no words to describe her. She was so naturally beautiful. He didn't know who he was, but she took his breath away. He reluctantly looked away and took longer strides to catch up with Beiste. They entered into her office. It was a bit cluttered, but Finn didn't mind.

He sat down in the chair that sat in front of her desk. He noticed that Beiste was staring at him with a funny smile on her face.

"What?"

"I saw you looking at her, Finn."

Finn's ears turned bright red, as did his face, "I honestly have no idea who you are talking about."

"She's quite a looker isn't she, Rachel Berry?" She murmured more to herself than to him.

"Is that her name?" Finn eagerly questioned.

"Don't be too excited, Lurch. But yes, that is her name. It just happens to be both of your guys' first days here."

So she was new too. He wondered if there was a chance of him being matched with her. He highly doubted it, but who knew?

Finn was unfocused as Beiste asked him several questions about his future and kids and al, that. Sure he cared, but he didn't really want to care about all of that stuff, right now.

Finally after three hours of a mix of probing and meaningless questions, he was free to leave the Matchmaker Office. He breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly breathed it back in when he saw who was also waiting outside for their parents to pick them up.

Rachel.

He wanted her to know who he was, although he bet that she already did.

He walked over to where he stood and held out his hand, "I'm Finn. Is it your first day coming here too?" There was nothing wrong with pretending not to know anything.

The girl looked at him almost shyly, she brushed her hair back behind her ear, and held her hand out to him.

"I'm Rachel, and yes it is my first day here."

He tried to indulge her in polite chit chat, but he couldn't help but feel that she wasn't as interested as most high school girls in Lima would be in talking to him. This just fueled his attraction towards Rachel.

She interrupted his sentence, "Why are you talking to me exactly? In case you haven't noticed, I am sort of a loser, and you aren't."

A car pulled up to the curb and Rachel began to walk towards it, Finn almost lost hope completely, but then she turned around and said, "Bye, Finn."

He returned her goodbye with a small wave and a smile. There was something unique about Rachel that he couldn't get out of his mind as his mom tried to discuss how the matchmaking had gone. He gave her short one to five word answers.

All he had learned from his trip to the Matchmaker Office was that he had to see her again. And by her, he meant Rachel.

A/N: I kept this chapter short and sweet, because I have written so much today. See how I didn't give the answer to every interview question? Yup. That's right. Keeping some info classified until later. But as you can see, Finchel can never be avoided for long. I less than 3 you guys.