This is just a "Finchel" pairing one-shot. I've had this idea since some soldiers came to visit us at school. I'm thinking of making this a real story like with chapters. All depends on the feedback I get. Well, I hope you like it.

"My Marine."

Rachel Berry was on the floor sobbing, Finn trying to be as kind as feasible.

"Please, Finn." Rachel said. No. Pleaded. Begged. It was the only thing she could think of doing.

"Rachel Barbara Berry, look at me, right now." Finn said, grabbing the bottom of Rachel's chin, and positioning her heat to where she looked him in the eyes. "I have to go. But I promise you, I'll call at every opportunity I get. And, I'll write. I swear." Finn promised.

"Finn, I can't let you go. I love you too much... You could... You could die. I'm not loosing you Finn."

"Rachel," Finn said, almost a little bit aggravated now. "This is my decision. Never in my life have I done something for myself. I'm doing this." Finn rumbled, confidently.

"Finn, I'm not letting you!" Rachel said, bawling now. She impulsively rammed her petite fist into Finn's chest over and over again, until Finn peacefully walked to the opposite side of the room. Finn let him hit her for a good while. She kind of deserved some hits at Finn. I mean, he told her about to going to Afghanistan so abruptly. Finn could understand why Rachel was upset. He remembered being approximately four years old when his own father had told his mom that he was going away to war. Carol was brokenhearted and left without hope, just a single mom living in a small town. It had taken an enormous toll on her, and Finn was there, so small and fragile, watching everything negative the world had to offer, unfold before him.

Finn had taken his childhood into consideration, and he decided it wasn't like he and Rachel were married, and let alone raising a child together. And he wouldn't die, right?

"Finn, are you even paying any attention to me?" Rachel growled. She collapsed to the floor, rolling into a tiny ball.

"Rachel! Stop making such a big spectacle of yourself!" Finn snapped, as he ran over to her side of the room to try and envelope Rachel in a sweet embrace full of positive thoughts. To try and make her believe that this was a incredible decision.

"Finn," Rachel murmured.

"What is it Rachel?" Finn said, heaving out a sigh. Rachel turned her upper torso, so she was staring at Finn directly. Oh how those eyes made Finn regret leaving for deployment in just a week now.

"Marry me." Rachel whispered. Finn was shocked, his mouth taking form of a small 'o'.

"I... I... I would be, honored." Finn said, his voice shaking, as small droplets spilled over his lower eye lids. Finn hugged Rachel tighter. He softly hummed in her ear, furthermore lulling Rachel to sleep in a matter of seconds. And there, in the middle of the room, leaning against the couch, sat a quiescent Finn and Rachel.

But beautiful moments can never last forever. Rachel and Finn sat in the dull-gray airport seats. Rachel sat next to Finn, talking. This may be the last time you see him. Rachel thought. Rachel courteously forged a smile on her face to conceal the pain and fear she was smuggling behind her mask of high spirits.

"Flight 109 to Raleigh, North Carolina is now departing. Once again, Flight 109 to Raleigh, North Carolina." boomed a giant unknown voice. Rachel began to cry again. Keep it together, Rachel she forced herself. Don't make Finn upset.

"I love you Mrs. Hudson." Finn smirked, as he grabbed his carry-on.

"Finn, I love you too." Rachel said, her bottom lip quivering like mad. "Please," she said, as she got on her tippy-toes to confine Finn in her gentle caress. "Be safe." Rachel didn't let go, until the unseen voice repeated itself once again. Finn sulked down to the designated gate. He turned once, and waved goodbye. That day, Rachel Berry learned one thing, she had never experienced before. Oh how painful it is to see the one you love desert you.

Please review. Maybe your review will be what'll make this one shot into a story. :)