Dance lessons? Finn gulped at the thought. He hoped Rachel didn't expect him to dance. He did have a sinking feeling that he couldn't avoid that conversation for very long. Luckily in all his years of school dances he manged to spend most of it with his back up against the wall. Any time he went with Quinn to some dance, like homecoming at the beginning of the year, she never wanted to dance really. He'd hold her stuff and get her something to drink while she'd sit off with the cheerios in the corner. He'd listen to them passively holding their own version of those awards show fashion 'dos and donts'. Mostly the 'donts'.
His attention snapped back into focus as soon as he heard his name.
"I... er... what?" Finn shrugged, shifting his body away from her, bracing for impact. "...You sure you want to spend all summer doing glee stuff? I mean... don't you want a break?"