Never asked to feel your halo (Faberry)

13: You Can Make My Light Shine Through.

"I'm really sorry about this," Finn murmured for the hundredth time.

Quinn looked in her rear view mirror to see Mike bouncing in the back seat. His expression was a picture of calm but his body language said different. He was really excited about his date.

She growled under her breath as she turned onto Berry's road.

"Which one's her house?" Mike asked, pulling on his seatbelt so that he could lean forward for a better view.

"You don't even know where she lives?"

Mike wasn't fazed by her exasperated tone. "Obviously I was going to ask, but then when I realized I wouldn't be driving it slipped my mind. I'll just call her house."

"Don't bother; it's the one on the corner."

Both of them stared at Finn, and Quinn knew she looked more jealous of his knowledge than the boy in the back, but that was only because Finn was her boyfriend, meaning he shouldn't know where any girl lived but her, and especially not Rachel Berry. She hoped no one ever asked her to give that explanation out loud, because if it sounded that bad in her head . . .

"And how do you know that?"

He was tense; like he knew he'd just lit the fuse and hadn't given himself enough time to run away from the bomb. "My Mom brought her home after a few of us went to watch Vocal Adrenaline that time. We gave Mercedes a ride too!"

After a long – well short actually because she was still driving albeit at five miles an hour – cool glare, she let him off the hook and turned back to the road. "This one?" At Finn's nod she coasted into the driveway and cut the engine.

She was unbuckling her seatbelt and ready to go to the front door when she remembered this wasn't her date and that would have been completely out of place. She covered her mistake by pretending she'd been reaching for her bag by Finn's feet all along.

"Good luck, dude!" Finn supported his friend as Mike spent a few seconds psyching himself up.

"Good luck?" Quinn raised an eyebrow. "He's walking across a well lit driveway and pressing a doorbell. I mean, I know it's Stubbles, but what does he need luck for?"

"You have no idea how scary this is for a guy do you," Mike explained his fear.

"Yeah, especially a first date!"

"What if her Dad answers?"

"Or her other Dad?"

"What if they want to have the talk then and there?"

"And with Rachel that's two Dads, which is two talks . . ." Finn sounded almost as freaked out as Mike and Quinn narrowed her eyes, wondering just how much thought he'd put into the idea of dating Rachel. ". . . or one really big talk."

"What if they're like way bigger than you?"

"Or you know, kind of crazy."

Mike nodded, "Like with lots of tats of skulls and a machete fetish or something."

"And that's just the easy stuff. Then you've got to figure out whether to shake hands or go for the high-five or whatever?"

"You'd high-five your date's Dad the first time you met him?" Quinn stared at her boyfriend in disbelief. "Oh God, you didn't try and high-five my father did you?"

Finn looked sheepish. "It was really embarrassing."

Quinn sighed heavily and turned in her seat to face Mike. "Ring the doorbell, once. If one of her fathers answers you introduce yourself, full name understand, and you offer your hand immediately. Give him a formal handshake and wait to be invited in. If you have to wait with him, make polite conversation about the weather or something. Don't tell him you're taking his precious daughter to a party because she might not have mentioned it. If you can't get out of it, tell him it's a birthday party and there will be adults there. As soon as you see Berry, lie and tell her she looks pretty and then get back out here as soon as possible so we can go." After a few moments she impatiently added, "Go on then!"