A/N: From here on out, I will be trying to make my chapters longer on both stories (Matchmaker and Dance With Me).

According to Greek mythology humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.

~Anonymous

Rachel carefully set out three plates with forks, knives, and spoons properly placed at their sides. The floral tablecloth had been straightened out and spread over the table with an almost royal feel. Knowing her dads, she knew they would be more absorbed with how her visit to the matchmaker's office had gone. But she also knew that a beautifully set table and wonderfully cooked dinner could distract them from asking questions about some of the juicy details that she wanted to withhold. Especially the ones about Finn.

She still couldn't quite understand why he had even approached her after he had exited the building. He had actually been trying to talk to her, which had really caught Rachel off guard. Fortunately, Rachel could sniff out suspicious situations, and she felt that she had been sandwiched into one; there was only one reason that she found valid about why the handsome, popular quarterback would even look at her. He must've been set up to trick her or pull a prank on her. Normally Rachel didn't mind meeting a new friend now and then, but Finn was different. Her walls had been firmly raised to the opportunities he had provided for her to speak. No matter how strongly she felt about guarding her personal life from Finn, she couldn't stop herself from saying goodbye.

The vanilla-scented candles were lit, and Rachel was patiently waiting for her dads to come home from the grocery store. They had insisted in buying Rachel another large cake in celebration of the start if her matchmaking process. Thoughts of tomorrow wandered into her mind. When she returned to the matchmaker's office tomorrow, Emma would already have found her first option or match. This meant that the day after tomorrow, she would be on a date with a complete stranger. They would have to see each other at least once a week for a month, but Rachel hoped that there would be a loophole to get her out of a "relationship" that she really didn't want to be in.

"Princess, we're home!" She heard her dad announce with literally the most amount of enthusiasm that she thought anybody could muster when using those words.

She walked to the front door where they were standing, raised herself onto her toes, and placed a kiss on both of their cheeks.

They shared a look of surprise with each other when they saw the extravagant set up and meal that was placed on their dining room table.

She led them over to the table, guiding them into their designated seats. Rachel took her spot across the table from them. As they dug into Rachel's fancy cooking, she relayed everything about her experience at the matchmaker's office, carefully leaving out her exchanged heavy glance with Finn and their brief one-sided conversation. She let out a sigh of relief when they appeared satisfied with her story. They seemed genuinely excited about who she would be matched with first.

"I hope he's a young, healthy Jewish boy," one of her dads explained to the other, "It is very important that we conserve our Jewish roots and continue to practice our faith."

Rachel rolled her eyes subtly in the low lighting. Meeting someone Jewish was not too important to her, but she knew it would please her dads and win them over. After she was bloated and her fathers seemed satisfied, she politely excused herself and walked up the stair steps, planning out everything she would say to Santana.

Her phone was sitting on the pink spread covering her bed. Picking it up, she realized that she had five missed calls from Santana. Rachel chuckled and dialed Santana's number, waiting impatiently for her to answer.

A loud voice replaced the rings, startling Rachel, "Finally, Chica! I have been waiting for you to call me!"

"San, calm down. I have a lot to tell you, and I am pretty short on time right now; I have a lot of homework to do tonight."

"Okay, Smarty Pants. Spill the juice."

Rachel repeated everything that she had told her dads, still withholding the information about Finn.

"Hold on, Berry," Rachel cursed under her breath, of course Santana would figure it out for herself, "My psychic Mexican third eye is sensing that you are not telling me the whole story."

How could Rachel get away with not telling her dads about Finn, but Santana could call her bluff within minutes?

She sighed, "You know Finn Hudson, right?"

"Quarterback Finn Hudson?" Santana scoffed, "How could I not know him? The whole town of Lima, Ohio knows him."

"Well him and I might have had some . . . interaction."

"Interaction?" Santana asked incredulously, "What kind of interaction?"

"Not the kind you are thinking about, San," Rachel explained while wrinkling her nose in disgust, "He made eye contact with me while he walking past Emma's office, more than a just a quick look over though. Then when he came out if the building, he approached me. He tried talking to me, but I gave him the cold shoulder as a my automatic self-defense mechanism."

Santana was quiet for a few seconds, "Well, Ms. Rachel Berry, it seems as though this Finn Hudson my have developed a little crush on you."

"Wh- what?" Rachel sputtered in shock, "I thought he had just been put up by his friends to pull a prank on me or something!"

After Santana had cackled at her remark, they had finished their conversation, leaving Rachel more than confused about Finn's emotions towards her.

Little did she know that Finn was thinking the same things about her.

The next day, Rachel was, although she wouldn't admit it, slightly pleased that she heard a familiar husky voice following behind her.

"Back again, I see?" Finn questioned with an amused look twinkling in his eyes.

"This isn't exactly something that I can skip out on, Finn," Rachel retorted with strong dose of sarcasm.

Finn nodded in understanding; he politely held the door to the building open as Rachel walked in, shooting him a small thankful smile.

They headed their separate ways; Rachel to Emma's office and Finn to Beiste's.

Rachel plopped herself down into the seat unceremoniously, already tired of all of this matchmaking. Emma greeted her with a cheeriness that Rachel found present every time they met. Her eyes followed Emma's hands as they nimbly flew through drawers of confidential files and other papers.

Emma finally found what she was looking for, pulling it out and placing it upon the table with a grace that only she could accomplish.

"Well, Rachel, I was able to find a boy who will be perfect for your first match," Emma voiced, "He is even Jewish!"

Rachel almost groaned audibly when she saw the picture that Emma had slid across her desk. In the picture, there was a boy who was obviously her age. He had a Mohawk running from the top of his forehead to where his neck started. Obviously trying to over display what he thought were his assets, he was flexing his bulging muscles that were exposed from the non-existent sleeves on his tank top.

Emma obviously could pick up how Rachel felt just by a quick scan of her facial expression, "I know he looks a little . . . prideful, but I am sure there is a lot more to him than meets the eye. His file says he loves music, and he is actually one of my clients just like you."

Rachel couldn't hide her disappointment. She was at least hoping for someone a little more . . . acceptable.

Emma glanced outside her window, as though looking for watching bystanders, "You can't tell anybody, but I will make a deal with you. Since you are technically my very first client, although now I have several clients that I am working with, I will offer you a kind of escape. Just attend two dates with Noah, and if you really can't stand him after the second date, I will allow you guys to avoid having to attend dates with each other for the rest of the month."

Rachel couldn't be more satisfied with the loophole that Emma had presented her with, "Thank you, Emma. I would hug you, but I feel like you wouldn't be comfortable with that."

Emma nodded in agreement, "I am glad we could come to this compromise, Rachel. This is how the dates will work. Noah will pick the destination of the dates, I will communicate the times and days of the dates to you, and he will pick you up from your home. You will have to discuss and agree upon a curfew with him. Remember, I only get three chances to help you find your match before I will be fired," Emma finished with a grimace.

Rachel seriously considered her last words. She couldn't bear to settle for anybody, but she didn't want to put Emma's life in jeopardy by potentially getting her fired either. A heavy sigh, a tiny stamp of her foot, and Rachel was walking. Her dad had texted her, informing her that both of them had to work late tonight, so she would have to walk home today.

The street lamps were on; Rachel knew it was a half hour walk home, but she could handle it. A loud honk sounding from behind her caused her to jump in shock, holding a hand to her chest in surprise.

The tinted window of a new-looking hybrid car rolled down slowly, the car halted to a stop right beside her.

"I own a rape whistle!" She exclaimed, clutching her bag in fright.

She heard a familiar deep chuckle, "Geez, Rach. I was just going to offer you a ride. Being the gentleman my mother raised me to be, I can't just let a teenage girl walk home in the dark like this."

Rachel hesitated, but as she looked at Finn's face again, she observed how the streetlight illuminated his face perfectly, displaying the contours of his face and making his eyes look even more beautiful. Her feet guided her to the passenger door, and she opened it and climbed in. The smell of Finn's cologne was inviting and she breathed it in as inconspicuously as she could.

"You really didn't have to pick me up, Finn," Rachel brushed her hair back behind her ear nervously.

"I would do it for anybody," Finn shrugged the comment off with humility.

"Did you just learn how to drive?" Rachel wondered curiously; he had only just turned sixteen recently.

"Yeah, my family put all their money together to buy this car for me. It's pretty sweet car, and, hey, why not save the environment and look cool doing it?" Finn seemed to have a permanent grin plastered onto his face.

Rachel couldn't stop a smile from appearing on her face. She gave Finn only the necessary directions to drive her back to her house. He slowed down in front of her driveway, "Thank you, Finn. I would still be walking if you hadn't picked me up."

Finn made direct eye contact with her and put a hand on her shoulder, "It was really not a problem. If you ever need a ride, you can always ask me."

Her stomach was fluttering, and her eyes shifted to the large hand placed on her shoulder. He was watching her with an unidentifiable expression on his face. She moved her shoulder away from his reach, ignoring the hurt expression that flashed in his eyes.

"Goodbye, Finn. I hope your date goes well with your first match." Who isn't me.

"You too, Rachel."

She left his car, wondering if she should look back to give a Finn a lingering gaze and memorize the look frozen on his face. Rachel decided better of it though, if she glanced back it would make her weak. Her feet wanted to resist this unsure decision, but Rachel wasn't controlled fully by her feet she forced her mind to guide her to the door, walking inside, and locking it behind her.

She trudged upstairs to her room, plunking herself onto her bed. The thoughts and feelings she was having about Finn surely weren't appropriate for her situation. Only matchmakers make the decisions, and Rachel couldn't allow herself to become anything more than friends with Finn. She needed to remind herself that what she wanted wasn't always what was best. Her hands began to wring together. Could Santana be right? Could her possible feelings towards Finn be mirrored right back to her?

Finn sat alone at his dining room table, rubbing his temples roughly. He had a raging headache, and his mom wasn't due home for another 2-3 hours. Burt and Kurt were out for their monthly father/son bonding day. His mom was always working late shifts. Even with Burt's pleading, she still took a lot of responsibility for earning money to support the family.

Finn really wished his mom was home though. He wanted to have somebody around to discuss how today's trip to the matchmaker's office had gone. Although calling Puck was always an option, he was going through his own matchmaking process, and he didn't really think of it in the same way that Finn did. To be honest, Finn had been more than slightly disappointed by the girl he had first been matched up with. Her name was Tina Cohen-Chang. Finn didn't doubt that she was a sweet girl, but she just didn't seem like the girl for him. Jumping to conclusions through judgement was not how Finn played the game though, he would go on the dates and get to know Tina.

She was an Asian girl, her hair was streaked with dark blue, and her makeup seemed to be different every day. Finn could bet she had a story though, just like anybody else. Those stories were what made people who they were, and until he heard it, he would not offend Tina.

He thought of who he had expected for a first match. Maybe someone small and short, what's that word? Oh yeah. Petite. Finn always thought that brunettes rocked. Her eyes? Probably a color that had a lot of depth and emotion. Suddenly he realized that in his mind, he was creating a replica of Rachel. Nothing could happen between them. At least not yet.

Even if really wanted something to happen.

A/N: Happy birthday to my older sis, today is her day! I hope you guys are enjoying this story as much as I am. I realize that I might not be the best writer on , but it really means a lot to have people supporting me and encouraging me. Writing is my passion, and my fans fuel it. I less than 3 you guys.