chapter twenty - real first dates
Erin's POV
"This is not a date," I raise my eyebrows at him from across the table, making him muffle down a grin.
Sam and I were currently sat in the dimly-lit dining room of Lima's most overhyped establishment-- Breadstix. And, for the record, it really isn't a date. We're simply using our gift certificate from winning Mr. Schue's infamous duet contest... nothing more.
"Right," he lets out a small laugh, cutting a piece of chicken with his knife. "'Not a date,'" he rolls his eyes playfully. His eyes focus on the basket of breadsticks at the center of the table as a contemplative look falls across his face. "So there must be a limit, right?"
"No, they're actually unlimited," I shrug. "Santana once brought a wheelbarrow-- they legally had to fill it up." He laughs at my response.
"So, if this isn't a real date," he starts. "When would you be available for me to take you on one of those?"
"That depends what your idea of a 'real date' is," I muffle down the heat I could feel rushing to my cheeks.
"There's that drive-in movie theater in town," he shrugs. "I'm sort of a big movie guy," he grins at me.
"So I've gathered," I snicker, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion. "You just went on a ten minute monologue about how absurd it is that I haven't seen Star Wars," I giggle.
"Okay, well, first of all, it is absurd that you haven't seen Star-"
"Nope, we're not starting that up again," I interrupt, taking another bite of my pasta. He blushes and gives me an amused grin.
"Let me take you on a date," he smirks. "I promise I won't talk about Star Wars."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Young Jedi," I tease, making him roll his eyes playfully. "I'll think about it," I laugh, as his face lights up.
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I groan and flop down backwards onto Finn's bed as he furrows his eyebrows at me.
"What?" He groans.
"Sam asked me on a date," I frown.
"Didn't you just go on a date with him?" He cocks an eyebrow at me.
"It wasn't a date," I scoff.
"Did he pick you up?" Finn sighs.
"Yeah..."
"And you went to dinner?"
I nod, hesitantly.
"And, let me guess, he kissed you goodnight?"
"What about it?" I mutter, feeling more flustered.
"That was definitely a fucking date, Erin," he rolls his eyes. "Anyways, I have bigger issues to be worrying about."
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flirt - noah puckerman
RomanceAfter her husband passed away around ten years ago, Erin's mom found herself growing closer and closer to her next door neighbor, Carole Hudson. Consequentially, Erin and Finn had been best friends ever since. Everyone at McKinley High knew of Eri...
