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Who:Rachel Berry and Finn Hudson
When: 2/1
Where: Finn's place
Summary: A date.
Warnings: ~romance

Since she'd first wound up coming to Canada, Rachel hadn't thought too much about what she was going to do with or without a boyfriend or anything like that. The things that seemed the most important to her were the things that had always been her constants-- writing and singing and practicing for hours until her chest ached and her arms and legs were shaking from all of the extra work. In fact, part of her believed (and would, regardless of what anyone else said to her) that being there was something of a gift-- a chance to do all of this practicing without having to pay the price of time-- she could do it all and not have it take away from anything she was doing back home.

Of course she wasn't sure how it was going to work when she got home-- how much of this place, if any, she would remember. It just helped her to think that she was right and that there was some kind of purpose to being here at all.

Unfortunately- or fortunately- a Finn sized wrench had been thrown into the mix here, and it hadn't mattered how much time there had been since the last time she'd seen him, it felt like all of those feelings had come rushing back; all of the time they'd spent together and all of that time that he'd spent away from her, too. When she'd thought that she had it all worked out, at least in her mind, Finn had gone and told her that he loved her.

It had been kind of perfect, actually. She didn't have a single complaint about that (and it was unusual, since she usually did have something to complain about in every situation) or how it had made her feel (like a million dollars, really). It was exactly what she'd always thought of when she thought of her great teenaged love.

Actually, that was how she found herself standing outside of Finn's place, her hair styled carefully and wearing the nicest thing she owned-- she'd even put on her lip gloss for this, because Finn said that they were going to be having a date. A dinner date, even. He was going to cook and she was just going to... show up. Had shown up, actually, as she knocked on the door and waited for him.

It was a little bit of a twist on Breadsticks and her bedroom, but she definitely mind that at all. This was more romantic and much more grown-up, and... it was perfect. Very mature and it echoed how she felt in this place.

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Rachel just smiled a little. Sometimes Finn needed someone like her around-- someone who could recognize specialness in all sorts of forms... like how Finn was smart about things they didn't teach in school, and how he'd been taking care of his mother since he was little and how he was a great brother to Kurt (or had been since that one time). Sometimes it just took someone who could shine brightly enough to find other stars-- and Rachel was always up to the challenge.

"I love you too, Finn," she murmured softly against his lips, wrapping her arms around him and pressing close.

Now that she was thinking about it, she couldn't help but wonder what made Finn special here-- what his powers were. She hadn't figured her own out, yet, but she just kind of figured that she was special enough even without any.

Finn never really saw those things as special. They were just, well, things that he did. With his mom, he was just being a good son and the man of the house that they didn't really have without his dad around. Besides, he saw how much the whole Darren thing had hurt her and he just didn't want to see her in that kind of pain again. As for the Kurt thing, well, it took Burt more of less pointing out Finn's shortcomings as a brother to make him realize that Kurt was, in fact, family (or at least he was going to be, at the time) and that Finn should start acting like he was. If he'd actually taken the time to so much as notice what was going on, it might never have gotten to the point of Kurt going to Dalton in the first place. Maybe he could have put a top to it or something. At the very least, he could have tried.

Either way, those things didn't make him feel special. If anything did, it was being with Rachel. That she was letting him love her was what made him feel special. Even just being in her life made him feel special.

Finn ended the kiss with a smile, resting his forehead against hers. He hadn't really thought about the whole powers thing in terms of, well, him. Not that it mattered. If it happened, it happened. It didn't really seem like there was too much he could do about it. He's just have to cross that bridge when he got to it. "Maybe we should finish our dinner or something. It's kinda getting cold now."

Nodding in agreement, Rachel stepped away from Finn after one last brush of her lips against his and moved to sit at the table again, picking up her fork.

"You know, great conversation can be distracting sometimes and I'm really great conversationalist."

Shifting a little, she took another bite of her food-- Finn was right, it was getting cold. Actually, now that she was thinking about it, Rachel was curious if that was her power. Knowing when people are special and right about things...

But that couldn't be it. She was going to have a power that was better than that. She just had to figure it out, and ever since Santana had figured hers out... it had been on Rachel's mind.

"Finn... did you ever figure out what your powers are here?"

Finn wouldn't believe that something like that would be Rachel's power. Rachel's already too much like that, unless that's just how the whole thing went. Then again, with Santana, her power was attached to her emotions and Santana was pretty emotional, even if it was usually just anger. It kinda made sense, though. He might be angry too if he had to hide a big part of himself like she seemed to think she needed to.

Moving his chair so it was closer to Rachel, Finn sat back down, pulling his plate and the glass of water in front of himself. He picked up his fork and started to eat again as he thought about her question. The food wasn't nearly as good now that it was cold, so he stopped eating and instead settled for tapping his fork against the edge of his plate. Maybe he'd invest in a drum set once he actually managed to get a job...

"I don't think so. Or maybe it's just something that isn't really noticeable or... something."

Taking another bite of her food, this time unable to help the smile on her face as she chewed it, she nodded. "I was thinking that mine might be something really interesting, you know? Or maybe that ours might match or something, what do you think?"

Actually, she was kind of thinking it might be awesome if their powers matched. She hadn't heard of anyone else around here who had powers that matched (not that she'd looked very hard or anything, but still).

Personally, Finn thought it would be nice if he found out that this place didn't end up making him any more different than he was supposed to be. He was that stereotypical jock who just happened to enjoy singing and dancing. Wasn't that different enough? Even here, in a strange place like Siren's Port, it seemed to make him different (at least that was how he took the reactions to his admission to some that he could, in fact, sing. And that he enjoyed it). "I don't know. Maybe. I'm not really sure how this whole thing works yet. I'm not even sure I'd believe any of it, if I didn't actually see what Santana can do, and everything."

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