She finished up brushing her hair as the clock stuck six. Grabbing her bag from her bed and heading to the kitchen area she sighed. What was she thinking going out on a date with Finn Hudson. Not only was he her obnoxious neighbor, but he was that guy. Rude, immature, obviously good looking, but a player, a new girl every so often, and no where close to being in a committed relationship... but he was funny, really funny. He always made her laugh. And she'd hate to admit it, but they were good friends. Like when she was sick with the flu and he brought her chicken soup and watched scary movies with her. Or when she stood up to the land lord for not having hot water and he threatened to kick her out, but Finn stood by her side to make sure that that wouldn't happen.

A tapping sound on the door interrupted her thoughts.

She smiled a bit opening up the door. And there he stood flowers in one hand, in his dark jeans and a nice white button up.

"Well don't you clean up nicely."

Finn laughed a bit, "I'll take that as a compliment, especially coming from you Rachel... And as always you look stunning." He looked her up and down. He was amazed at how long her legs looked in her tiny blue dress, especially since she was only 5'3. "And these are for you. Figured I'd pull out all the stops." He winked at her as she rolled her eyes taking the flowers from him.

"Well these are a nice touch."

...

"Where are you taking me exactly?" She looked around and had no idea where they were. They'd been walking the streets of the city for a bit, and now her curiosity was setting in.

"It's a surprise. Which I take it is something you don't really like. You know, being spontaneous or being surprised."

Rachel rolled her eyes, "I can be spontaneous..."

Finn chocked out a laugh, "Ha.. I mean, you have a planner Rachel."

"How do you know about my..." She shook her head, "Doesn't matter, every organized person should. And so what if I like to have order in my life. We all have to grow up Finn. Some of us just do it faster than others."

"Ouch. That hurt. I'm a little wounded now." He too rolled his eyes playfully at her. "But you can stop your worrying we're here... come on." He grabbed her hand pulling her down a small alley way.

Before she could protest, he was nearly dragging her behind him. They stopped as it opened up to a tiny restaurant, lit up with tiny white light's out front. A patio with a lit fire pit and French music playing overhead. She smiled a bit. It was beautiful.

"So what do you think?" He caught her smile as she analyzed where he'd brought her.

"Finn, how did you find this place?"

"So you like it? It's my dad's. Well, it was. He left it to my mom when he passed away.."

"It's beautiful."

"Yea, grew up in the neighborhood, worked here every summer. Still come out and help mom sometimes.. I saw a french cook book on your book shelf this morning, and figured it was a good idea."

She stood smiling, "I'm in love..."

Finn turned his head quickly to face her, "What?"

"..with the restaurant. I.. I love french cooking."