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Chapter 10: First Date

Rachel noticed something upon removing her wig for her date with Finn, long hair made her nose look smaller. It had been so long since she'd primped for anything, let alone a date with the boy of her dreams that she couldn't help but relish it a little, paying a hairdresser 100 dollars to make her look as fabulous as possible seemed beyond worth it for Finn, not to mention the fact that she could hardly use the communal bathroom at McKinley prep for that purpose. But the favorite part of her glammed-up date look was the pink dress, she didn't bring any girl clothes with her so she had to buy a new one with high-heeled sandals to match. She liked the way the lacy bodice subtly accented her boobs and the short skirt swung around her shapely legs, she blushed at the thought of Finn seeing her that way. They had agreed to meet at the restaurant, thinking the fact that they lived together would ruin the element of surprise a bit, not to mention the fact that there weren't supposed to be girls in the dorm. Luckily the bathroom at Macy's proved to be a rather functional dressing room. She took one last look in the mirror, smiled and grabbed her backpack, growing more excited by the second.

"Where are you going all dressed up?" Puck said as he crossed paths with Finn in the grand foyer.

"I have a date," he said simply.

"With a girl?" Puck said dickishly.

"Yes, with a girl. God are you guys ever going to let the lake house thing go?" Finn said.

"I'm sorry it's just I didn't think you would forget your true love that fast."

"Look, we both had a little too much to drink, and what happened happened, could you just try to be mature about it?"

"Have you met me?" Puck said.

"Goodbye Puck," Finn said, stalking out of there without another word.

All along the six block walk to the restaurant his heart and mind raced a mile a minute. There were so many questions, what would she look like? Would things be too awkward at that point for them to have any fun? Would anybody see them? Would they recognize her? He tried to get his wandering thoughts in check. In spite of everything he really liked this girl, she was the first girl he had a real connection with in as long as he could remember, and once he kissed her all he could think about was how much he wanted to do it again, he couldn't even manage to stay mad at her for lying. Finally he reached the restaurant. He knew that she would meet him there, but he had no idea what to expect, he didn't even know if he would recognize her all dolled up.

"Finn?" at the sound of her voice he turned around, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight of her. He had a feeling that she'd be attractive but this was almost too much, it was amazing just how little that sweater vest did for her body, or how much that wig did for her stunning dark hair, curled to perfection and flowing down her shoulders.

"Wow... you're... pretty," he said stupidly.

"You sound shocked," she said, blushing.

"No I mean you make a good looking guy and everything but this, you're kind of seriously hot."

"Well, it's been awhile since I've done the girl thing, I have to say I missed it."

"Oh, I brought you a thing," he said opening his coat and reaching into the pocket of it.

"What is this?" she said taking the thin silver whistle from him. "You brought me a rape whistle?"

"Trust me you're going to need it," he said.

Rachel backed away a little, not entirely sure what he meant by that.

"Oh no, don't misunderstand me," he said frantically. "You'll see what I'm talking about later."