She was sitting in a nightclub in all of New York City. She was wearing the best clothes that her money could buy, which was a lot, considering she could barely make her rent this month. She sat with her back against the bar starting at the dance floor watching her two best friends making fools out of themselves. Rachel Berry didn't know why she wasn't curled up in her bed, crying her eyes out over losing her job. Actually, she did.

As soon as she was told she was fired, she called Kurt hysterically crying from the street outside the playhouse, wondering what she did wrong. He picked her up and had to drag her to their apartment, where he had Quinn set up a container of vegan ice cream with three spoons, Funny Girl, and Rachel's favorite bunny slippers. They made a valiant effort, but Rachel still felt terrible about everything that happened. That was three weeks ago.

She had thought that everything was going well at her job. She was the understudy for Maureen in the theatre's production of Rent. Everything was going swimmingly. She had learned all of her line in the matter of minutes, because she already knew Rent by heart, she was a theatre major; it was like a crime not to. She had become friends with everyone in the company. Even the snotty lead who played Roger, a man named Jesse St. James. The stars seemed to be lining up for Rachel, she got to be in New York, with her dreams right within her reach, and until her manager came out of no where telling her she was fired without a warning. She didn't believe him at first, but he threatened to call security on her and with that, she made her famous Rachel Berry storm out, and cried until Kurt had picked her up.

They sat in her apartment watching Funny Girl and all of Barbara's other classics every night since she lost her job. She knew that her friends were trying their best by forcing themselves to sit through her favorite movie every night, but she knew that they were losing interest in it by the third week. Quinn eventually grew restless and convinced Kurt, while Rachel was in the bathroom, of course, that they needed to take her out so she could get out of her "mopey stage." So here she was, leaning on the bar watching her two best friends become dancing queens, and she was wallowing in self pity. But, that was okay with Rachel, as long as she had her alcohol to numb the pain.

The night seemed to drag on as both of her friends tried shipping guys over to her, trying to get her out of her funk and on to the dance floor. She wasn't going to lie, there had been some prime choices, and she knew if she wasn't in the funk she was in, they would have been excellent dance partners. Despite her terrible mood however, Rachel Berry was not one to be rude. She had smiled at every man, and forced laughter at their corny jokes, only making them advance on to her stronger. Every time they would ask her to dance, Rachel made up some excuse so that she would have to get up and leave to go to the bathroom, or made up a lame excuse about waiting for her date to come back. She laughed at herself anytime she used the date excuse. It had been so long since Rachel had been on a date that she probably forgot how to even be on one. Her whole life was working, and now she didn't have that. She knew that she didn't need a man to be happy, but, she would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't lonely.

"Rachel!" Kurt called from behind her. She spun around to find her now very drunk friend, hanging all over a guy that looked very uncomfortable to be wearing him as a cape.

"Kurt! Get off of him this instant! You do not know this man," She grabbed at him to pull him off the innocent bystander. "And he certainly does not know you the way you would like him to." She added in as she saw the googley eyes Kurt was showing to his new prey.

"Rachel, he was just so pretty, I wanted to touch him." She rolled her eyes.

Rachel grabbed Kurt by the face to make him look her in the eye. "Where is Quinn, Kurt? She is supposed to be watching you to make sure you didn't drink like this!"

"She met some guy named Puck," Kurt slurred. Rachel's eyes opened wide as she noticed she couldn't see Quinn anywhere anymore. "She's off making out with him somewhere, I don't know…" he said as he slowly started to slide off of the stool. It took Rachel all of her strength to keep, the now passed out, Kurt from sliding off onto the floor. She held Kurt up and as she turned to the crowd to find Quinn, fear creeping through her, she found something else.

Her eyes that were scanning the room frantically to find Quinn were instead focused on the most beautiful man that Rachel had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, very tall and brooding. His face was cleanly shaven and was wearing a cute little half smile on his lips as he talked to the person next to him. She could have sworn she had seen him before, but she couldn't tell if it was just the alcohol in her system, or maybe she secretly wished she had seen him before. As he looked up from the person next to him, she knew that he caught her staring. As they locked eyes, the world seemed to fade away around her. She couldn't read the look he was giving her, but she could tell he was probably thinking the same thing as her.

He began making his way through the dance floor towards her, his eyes still locked on hers. She looked away embarrassed for being caught staring, and nervous because he was coming over to her. However, as she tried to compose herself, reality came crashing down on her. Literally. In her little moment with her "Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome", she had lost her hold on Kurt and he slid off the barstool and onto her, almost pushing her onto the floor.

"Whoa there," a gruff voice said from behind her. A hand reached around her to help lift Kurt back onto the stool with ease. "You gotta watch yourself there, you're awfully small, and how did you manage to hold up him this whole time?"

"Well, actually, I go to the gym and workout everyday, so I am more then capable then to hold up my friend who weighs the same weight as me." She snapped back to the voice without even looking. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me... "She said as she turned to see her handsome stranger, and his magical eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap, it's been a tough week, and now I have this drunken idiot and another friend who's MIA, so it's kinda stressful."

"Don't worry, I understand," he said with a smile. "Would you like some help? I can hold up this buddy of yours while you go and look for the other, if you'd like."

"Actually," Rachel started. "If he wakes up to you, he might try something with you; he is a very frisky gay when he is drunk." Her handsome stranger laughed at her joke and he shot her the cute smile she had seen before.

"I can handle myself with his advances if he wakes up," he winked. "Now you go find your other friend, and I'll meet you right back here." He grabbed Kurt from Rachel's grasp and sat himself on the stool next to him. "My name is Finn, by the way. Finn Hudson." He stuck out his free hand, and Rachel smiled at him.

She grabbed his hand and shook it. "Rachel Berry. And thank you for this Finn, you're very chivalrous" As she turned to walk away, she could swear she heard him ask the person next to him if chivalrous was a good thing.

She didn't even know where to start on her hunt for Quinn. She felt part responsible for letting Quinn run off like this, but she also blamed Kurt because he knows she likes to do these types of things. She made her way to the other side of the dance floor where it was darker. She figured if this Puck guy did this on a regular basis, this is where she would have to start. As she walked, she couldn't help but think of the handshake that she had given Finn. She felt electricity when she touched his hand, like a connection or something. Nah, it couldn't be. She had just met him, and the possibility of anything coming out of their sparse meeting was slim to nothing. Finn was just a stranger helping her out because he could.

Finally, she came across what she was looking for, although at this point, she kind of wished she hadn't come across it. Quinn was being held up against the club wall, with this Puck guy's hands on her thighs, pushing her already short dress further up her thighs. Quinn obviously didn't need any rescuing at this point, because she looked to be enjoying it almost as much as he was. They were both too into what they were doing to even notice Rachel behind them.

"Quinn?"

"Go away; can't you see that she's busy?" The man snapped at her quickly, before gluing his lips back to Quinn's. She saw Quinn smirk before she continued where they both left off.

"Quinn, obviously you're taking care of business right now, but I am letting you know that Kurt is completely obliterated, and I am taking him home." There was still no answer and Rachel realized that this was only going to be a one sided conversation. But she continued what she was saying, just so Quinn would know. "Some nice guy named Finn is helping me get him home, so you enjoy what you're doing, and call me tomorrow." With that, Rachel turned and walked back towards the bar, hoping that whatever Quinn and that guy were about to do, would be in the sanctity of an apartment, and not the wall of a nightclub.

"So did you find her?" Finn asked as he saw Rachel walk back towards him, his arm still propping Kurt up on the barstool.

"Yup, she's… occupied at the moment, so I am going to take this lug back to our apartment." She reached for Kurt but Finn's hand stopped her.

"Whoa, whoa. You think that I'm going to make you take him all the way back to your apartment all by yourself? I saw you trying to get him over here before, there is no way that you can get him through the streets of Manhattan all by yourself."

"I am more then capable..."

"I am helping you take him back to your apartment whether you like it or not shorty." He gave her the cute smile that she was already growing a liking to, and helped him get Kurt out of his stool. "Now, how far away do you live?"

"A few blocks," she said as she helped Finn carry Kurt through the club. "You know you really don't have to do this. Besides, I don't know if you're going to, like, kill me or something." She tried to joke, but he caught the flash of worry cross her face.

"I will not kill you, scouts honor. I am just a kind man, being chivalfrous" He held up his hand as he said it, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Chivalrous," She corrected. "And thank you Finn, I really appreciate this." He nodded and helped him open the door.

"But, if you try to kill me, I'll kick your butt. I may be short, but I know how to pack a punch" As Finn chuckled at her joke, she couldn't shake the feeling of being comfortable with him, even though she had met him no more then ten minutes prior.

"Yeah, okay." He joked as he led them out into the streets of New York. She led them down the block toward her apartment. She wondered what to say to him, or if she should even say anything at all. They made it a block and a half in silence.

"So, who are you Finn Hudson?" She decided she should talk, because I mean, she is Rachel Berry after all.

"What do you mean, 'Who am I?', that is a very broad question Ms. Berry." He had an amused look on his face, like he had just laughed at his own joke.

"Where are you from, what do you do, who are you?" She turned and looked at him. "I don't know why, but when I saw you in the club and we locked eyes, I don't know, I could have sworn we've met before. I'm sorry," She looked at her feet. "I know it sounds crazy."

"No actually, I was thinking the exact same thing. I don't know Rach, something just sort of pulled me towards you, like a magnet, like I needed to talk to you. And when I saw you almost fall over, well, it was a good thing you looked at me when you did." He winked. She couldn't help but get butterflies in her stomach when he did. She had only met him a few minutes ago, but the way that they looked at each other, made her want to know everything about him.

"Well, yes then, it is a good thing I looked at you when I did." She couldn't help but to giggle. "So what made you leave a nightclub filled with gorgeous women, and probably your friends, to help me lug my drunken friend home?"

"Well, first off, you're pretty gorgeous yourself, so you shouldn't start by saying that," he winked at her again. And she got the same damn feeling again. "And like I said, you were almost going to be crushed by him," he shifted Kurt's weight. "I had to save you from that."

"Well, thank you for calling me gorgeous," she started. "I wouldn't say that, but I am not one to ignore a compliment from a gentleman. But, you never answered my original question." She glanced past Kurt's head to look him in his gorgeous eyes. "Who are you Mr. Hudson?"

"Well, answering that would mean I knew who I was. You see, I know where I am, and where I came from, but I think that I am still discovering myself, it's why I came to this city." He said. "I grew up in a town called Lima, Ohio, it was a small town, and I always knew that I wanted to leave and get out, but I never could. I ended up working for the tire shop. I was basically the owner's apprentice, and he had a heart attack and couldn't work anymore, so I took over." Rachel listened to him intently, as she continued leading them towards her building. "I made good money, but I knew I wasn't destined to be a mechanic all of my life, so I packed up and moved here. I majored in sports journalism in college, but working in the shop, I never needed it. So that's what I'm doing now." He looked proud of himself and Rachel couldn't help but to admire him for being brave and packing up and moving here. "What about you Miss Rachel, who are you." She felt a blush creep in her cheeks when he looked at her.

"Well, I was born and raised in the city, and unlike you, I have always known what I wanted to do. I want to be a Broadway star." She had forgotten about being sad since she met Finn, but now she remembered why she was sad to begin with. "My dads adopted me here, and never had the heart to leave. They said that they knew I was born to be a star, so they kept me here." He listened intently, like he was focusing on every word that was coming out of her mouth. "I went to all the best schools, studied theatre arts in college. But, I was a daddy's girl, so they showered me in whatever I wanted," she led him across the street. "And I decided I wanted to make a life for myself, so I moved out." She knew that Finn was a stranger, but she continued, feeling like he was more of an old friend catching up on lost time. "Of course, they had their doubts, they didn't think I would be okay by myself. So, when I got a job as a singing waitress at Ellen's Stardust Diner to help pay for rent, and told them I was moving in with Kurt and Quinn, they decided it was time to move themselves to New Jersey." He seemed genuinely interested in what she was saying, but she didn't want to tell him about her failed attempt on stage just yet. She pointed to her building as it came into view. "There it is." As they approached, she grabbed Kurt from him. "Thank you, Finn, I have him."

"You're welcome Rachel." He said, as he stared at her. "Do you need my help getting him upstairs, or are you okay?"

"I think I can get him from here, but thank you Finn, it would have been harder to get him home without you." He smiled and nodded.

"Well, I'll leave you too it." He started to turn and walk away.

"Wait, Finn." He stopped and turned back around. "Do you wanna maybe go out sometime? I'll buy." He smiled. "I have to repay you somehow for helping me drag his butt home." She smiled at him, and a big part of her, maybe too big, was glad to see him walk back toward her, with his phone in his hand. "Well thank you again Finn, I will call you tomorrow." She said, as she programmed his number into her own phone. But as Rachel turned to bring her drunken mess of a best friend into the building, Finn grabbed her hand.

"I was enchanted to meet you." He said before turning and walking away.

First of all, I would like to credit Taylor Swift, for the song "Enchanted", which is what this FanFic is based off of.
Side Note: If you ever get the chance to see her in concert, jump on it, she is one of the most amazing performers you will see live.
Second; "Ellen's Stardust Diner" is a real place in New York City. It is located next to the theatre where 'Mama Mia' is, so if you go to see that show, go get a bite to eat at 'Ellen's Stardust' it is delicious and amazing.
Last but not least, I would like to thank my beta; Finchelislove, for helping me with this story. If you enjoyed my story, go check out hers, they are a million times better then mine. :)

Review if you would like. If not, thank you for reading my little story.