"Please Finn? I'm begging."
Rachel looked up at Finn with big brown eyes, her lips in an exaggerated pout.
"Not again," Finn whined, laying his head back against the couch. They were at Rachel's house, snuggling on the floor of her living room. There backs were pressed against the sofa; legs sprawled under the coffee table.
"It would make me so happy," she told him, her eyes beginning to water a little. Finn knew she was doing it on command and wasn't actually crying, but it still turned him to putty in her delicate hands.
"Fine. Funny Girl it is."