As he looked everything over, everything seemed ready to Finn. Hotplates, forks and knives, napkins—all the stuff you needed to make a pretty decent dinner for your ex-ex-girlfriend-turned-best-friend-that-you-really-really-liked. And after that afternoon at her place that had started with a game of catch and turned into some talking and a lot of kissing, he really liked Quinn. Which was probably why he was incredibly nervous about this as he packed up their basket of food—he tried to think if he’d felt the same before their first dates the last two times they’d tried this, and he figured yes. But Quinn made him want to throw up in a good way—out of excitement and nerves and wanting to impress her. He was just hoping that, per his talk with Rachel, this time really amazed her, so that she’d maybe consider doing this more. Like, a lot more. Once he had everything ready to go, including himself, dressed in his best jeans, new sneakers, and a Kurt-approved top half clad in a fitted white button up with a v-neck underneath, he jumped in his truck and started in the direction of Quinn’s house.
It was weird because the nerves went in and out—he’d driven this route so many times the past few months as they’d mended things between them, but obviously this time was different. He tried to regulate his breathing as he parked in her drive, his hands swinging nervously as he approached her door and knocked. “Don’t panic. You’ve got a sweet date planned, mom and Kurt said it was awesome, and you look okay ‘cause Kurt said so. We’re friends,” he muttered lowly to himself. “We hang out all the time. Just ‘cause she’s probably gonna look somehow more gorgeous than the rest of the time--don’t stare at her mouth, that’s not cool apparently.” Finn’s self-pep talk was cut short when the door opened and yeah, it went out the window because he was totally staring. “Hey,” he breathed with a slow smile. “Um, fun fact: you look amazing. Are you hungry?” He offered her his arm (he’d seen that in movies and wanted to do it—she was prettier than any of those ladies anyway).
Clad in an Anthropologie butterfly dress and blue cardigan, Quinn ran a brush through her hair once more as she studied her reflection in the mirror. Her heart seemed to be racing faster than normal, which seemed weird to her, they’d spent so much time with each other over the past few weeks, months, and this wasn’t going to be any different. Exhaling softly the blonde stood and brushed herself down before making her way over to her bed where she picked up her pair of flats and slipped them on her feet (with the aid of holding onto the bed with one hand to avoid falling over). Generally her balance was good but the way that her heart beat and her stomach knotted she was pretty sure the slightest thing was about to swipe her off her feet. Taking one last glance in the mirror she inhaled deeply and nodded towards her reflection you look fine, stop panicking.
Hearing the knock at the door Quinn grabbed her bag and raced down the stairs whilst shouting out a “I’ve got it!” before her mother could start making her way to from the kitchen. Leaning against the back of the door, Quinn didn’t want to seem too forward so she counted to ten in her head before stepping back and opening the door. A smile filling her face at the sight that greeted her. “Hey-” she whispered before quickly clearing her throat as she broke into a grin. “You don’t look so bad yourself” Quinn retorted, playful grin covering her lips. “Yes, yes, thought that’s the idea, right?” Taking his arm, Quinn squeezed it lightly before linking her own arm with his. Closing her front door, Quinn followed Finn down her path towards his truck.
….I dunno if it’ll rain. Good point, and I’ll check—but plan on it, Fabray!
Alright, well I’m planning on it.
Wednesday night? Have you made sure it’s not raining then? Because otherwise Wednesday is fine.
You give me a date and I’ll be there.
Okay, um. How about Wednesday night? I know I can get the kitchen to myself before then.
What’re you planning, Mr Hudson?An awesome date for me and you. Just like I said, it’s gonna be really good. You just have to give me a date.
You give me a date and I’ll be there.
Is that a yes?
It’s not a no.
Me, you, and a picnic. On the football field. I got Bieste’s permission, and it’ll be like taking it back to way back when. But not.
That could be interesting.
Wanna hear one of mine?
