A/N: Gosh, I actually had a social life on the weekend, guys! Applause! I will stop blabbering and get on with the story, also yay for Cory Monteith leaving rehab!

"If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die."
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

Santana stood behind Rachel, both of them double-checking Rachel's reflection for any mishaps or fixable flaws. She ran her hands through Rachel's curls, gently unraveling them into beautiful waves. Rachel stepped away from the Santana's proximity, doing a small spin for her. Her knee-length hot pink dress twirled with her. She giggled at the expression on Santana's face.

"What do you think?" Rachel examined the dress she was wearing, nervously tugging on it as she waited for Santana's harsh criticism.

The room was silent for a few seconds, "Let's just say that if the bad ass you are seeing tonight doesn't find you sexy as hell, then he must be blind, 'cuz, Dwarf, you look amazing!"

Rachel stopped nervously tugging on her dress, and instead a bright smile replaced the anxiety worrying her face. "You really think so?"

Santana approached Rachel and gently caressed her arm in a friendly manner, "Berry, I realize that you have some serious self-confidence issues, but believe me now when I say that any guy would find you attractive right now. Probably any girl too."

Rachel giggled, "You know I don't play for that team, Santana, but thank you."

Rachel knew that Santana and Brittany both had some feelings for each other that they had never really discussed before. They acknowledged it, but ignored it at the same time.

"It's not too late to change your mind, Dwarf," Her eyes examining Rachel's body.

"Very funny, but my heart is locked, and waiting to be opened by the right man, who unfortunately I will have to try to find through matchmaking." A sigh escaping her mouth, almost in self-defeat.

She turned when she felt a hand that had placed itself upon her shoulder, "Rachel, I know that you will find somebody. Everybody is destined to meet someone, and even through this matchmaking blasphemy, I know that in the end you will find exactly what you need."

The smile that appeared on both of their faces was unstoppable. "You always know what to say to make me feel better, San. Thank you."

Santana crumbled under Rachel's meaningful compliment. They shared a friendly hug, with tears filling their eyes. Their emotions were more than over what Santana had told her. It was more about their continuous friendship throughout the years.

Their eyes connected, and they stared at each for a few seconds, after finally sharing a laugh of happiness. They both knew what kind of friendship they had; it was one they wanted to keep.

Finn tugged at the collar of his dress shirt irritatedly. He felt like the clothes were literally suffocating him, and he would disintegrate, leaving behind a huge puddle of sweat. Shaking, he reached for the doorbell sitting next to the door. It rang eerily, echoing back and forth in his mind. This was his first date, and he would not mess it up under any circumstances. He brushed his hand across his forehead, wiping any traces of sweat off of his face.

A petite Asian woman opened the door and gave Finn a sort of grimace after looking him over.

"Hi. I'm uh here to pick up Tina." He mentally slapped himself at those disgusting words. Stop the vomit!

The woman who he assumed to be her mother, glanced at him one more time and turned her back, calling, "Tina! The boy is here!"

Great. Either she hadn't bothered to tell her mother his name, or her mother didn't bother to use it. Such a great beginning of the night. His tie constricted violently around his neck, and he tugged at it angrily, completely missing the entrance of Tina. She politely cleared her throat, and Finn blushed violently. Great, now he looked like an idiot who couldn't manage a tie, which was technically true, because Kurt had tied it for him, but Tina didn't need to know that.

"Um, hi," Finn squeaked nervously. He examined the black dress that she donned, it was a sort of intricate lace pattern, and her hair was pulled back into a prim, yet casual, ponytail, with small strands of hair framing her face.

"H-hello," Finn didn't predict that she had a stutter, but people are people, and he had to accept them for who we are, "I'm T-tina, and you must be F-finn?"

Finn nodded his head in agreement, "Yep. That's me."

He led her to his new Hybrid, that he didn't mention had been thoroughly cleaned less than two hours ago, and he drove to the place he had decided to take her. Although he had wanted to go bowling, Beiste had insisted that he bring Tina somewhere more romantic for their first date, such as Breadstix, and save the bowling for the later dates. He had glumly agreed, and now here he was, driving to Breadstix.

Breadstix wasn't cheap, but it also wasn't unaffordable, either. He pulled up into the actually quite occupied parking lot, and realized that a lot of other matches had chosen to come here as well. He felt a little better after he saw a very familiar Mohawk in one of the booths in the restaurant. Obviously, Puck was on a date of his own, but he couldn't recognize who the girl was.

"Table for two, reserved under the name of Hudson." Finn watched as the waitress found two menus and led them to the booth that happened to be located across from Puck and his date's. Finn politely pulled out the chair for Tina to sit in, and Finn took his seat across from her.

"Hey, man! I didn't know you were going to be here with your first match!" Puck leaned in closer to Finn's ear, "I got matched with a girl who is such a prune and a total loser. You have a better chance of getting laid tonight than I do, and that's coming from me."

Finn's curiosity got the better of him, and he stuck his head around Puck's body to see who he had been matched with. Oh my God, was that . . . Rachel? What the fuck? Puck got matched up with Rachel, while he was stuck with Tina? His body coursed with jealous rage.

"You got Rachel?" He couldn't contain the jealousy that he was about to explode with.

"Yeah, man, you know her? The only upside about her is that she's Jewish, and faith comes first to my mother. Otherwise, she is a total freak. I don't know how Emma thought we would be a good match. All she's been talking about is music and Broadway and shit. I'm already bored."

"Noah?" Rachel was looking at the back of Puck's body expectantly, as though she was telepathically communicating with him to come back to the table and continue their date.

She gazed at Finn for a few seconds and quickly averted her gaze from him, and stared down at her food, poking it adorably with her fork, while wrinkling her nose.

Puck was saying something to him. "-refuses to call me Puck! Who does that?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind, dude. Get your head out of your ass. I gotta go. Enjoy your Asian."

Finn grimaced and brought his attention back to Tina. He could hear Puck's loud voice over all of the other couples in the restaurant.

"So . . . Do you know Rachel?" Finn hoped it wasn't too weird to be asking this question to Tina.

"I do, actually. She's in my Glee Club." Tina looked thoughtful for a moment, "Although it pains me to admit it, she is very talented, even though she does hog all of the solos . . . "

Finn was so absorbed in the small piece of information that Tina had just given him, that he almost missed the fact that Tina had lost her stutter. Key word, almost.

"What happened to your stutter?" Finn blurted without hesitation, "I mean, if you don't mind me asking."

Tina looked down at the table, and seemed to zone out from reality. Just when Finn thought that she was just going to ignore his question, she finally spoke up, "It's fake, my stutter. It's fake. I have been pretending to have one since third grade when I didn't want to do a speech. But then I realized that it scared people away from me; it kept me isolated. And I liked not having the attention. I thought it made me different and unique. But recently, I have been forgetting to keep up the act. I guess I finally cracked," Tina managed a weak grimace.

Finn couldn't quite understand why she would fake a stutter, but that wasn't really what was important. Nobody should need to feel like they had to pretend to have a stutter for what they think is their benefit. Even though he had no romantic feelings towards Tina, he thought they would be good friends, at least.

"People should love you for who you are. Not everyone can appreciate that, but some people can. I think Glee Club can bring you to them. It did for me."

Tina beamed and nodded in agreement. She excused herself to go to the bathroom, leaving Finn alone at the table. He ordered for the both of them, and focused his gaze onto Rachel and Puck's table.

"So are we gonna get it on tonight, or am I wasting my time here?" Puck asked bluntly. Finn knew that Rachel wasn't that kind of girl.

"Noah! How dare you imply that vulgarity so bluntly?" she sputtered angrily. Finn thought she was actually going to strike him across the face.

"Come on, baby." Rachel felt very uncomfortable, as Noah reached across the table and caressed her hand in a sensual way.

He brought his face closer to Rachel's and tried to place a sloppy kiss onto her lips.

Finn found himself beside the table in seconds, tugging Puck's face off of Rachel.

"Dude! What the hell are you doing?" Finn exclaimed angrily.

"Chill out, man. I was just making a move. Rachel enjoyed it, right?"

They both looked at Rachel, who was roughly rubbing her hand against her mouth.

Puck glared at Finn, "Told you, man."

"Dude, she's totally rubbing your slobber off!"

They began a loud debate, their voices raising louder and louder. Pretty soon all of the customers' eyes were on Puck, Finn, and their crude language.

"Excuse me?" A waitress was standing between Finn and Puck. "I am going to have to ask you two to leave. You are causing a lot of ruckus and scaring some of our customers."

Finn growled, and Puck snarled. They left the restaurant angrily. "Thanks for ruining my night and any chance I had with Rachel."

"You had no chance," Finn mumbled.

"Says who? You?" Puck retorted, "You don't even know the Jewish chick!"

Puck stormed off angrily, leaving Finn waiting alone outside of the restaurant. Tina approached him quietly.

"I know you don't like me," she began, "I don't like you either. I think we should just go on these dates for this month as friends."

Finn was glad that Tina understood exactly how he felt. Before he could say anything, Tina continued speaking, "I know you like Rachel. I see it in the way you look at her. Can I trust you with a secret?"

"We're friends. Of course you can."

Tina looked around before lowering her voice, "I have a boyfriend outside of the matchmaker business. I just go on these dates so nobody gets suspicious. Mike and I can't keep up the act forever though. We can't date endless amounts of boys and girls; we are trying to petition against the matchmaking law. If you have any ideas, anything could help. Mike and I know for sure that we are in love though."

With those words, Tina left him, leaving words swirling in his mind. He assumed that Mike had come to pick her up.

"Hey," a very beautiful feminine voice announced into the chill air. He immediately knew who stood behind him.

A/N: I had to add a big Tina scene, because one, I am half Asian, and two, I really relate to Tina. I never faked a stutter, but I feel like we share some same emotions and experiences. I am going to a state writer's festival this Saturday, so I'll do my best to update a chapter around that! Thanks for sticking with me guys, I less than 3 you!