Just a collection of short ficlets that I did for a marriage prompt from the Fuinn thread at Gleeforum.
Pairing: Finn/Quinn :D
Four Times Finn Asked Quinn to Marry Him, and One Time He Didn't
The first time Finn Hudson asked Quinn Fabray to marry him was out of the blue, in the middle of the day in the middle of their first year of college. Quinn was sat on a picnic bench outside the college rooms; books spread everywhere. Finn was walking towards her when he felt the breeze fly past him; heading straight for the unsuspecting girl a few metres away. Of course, wind travels far fast than our mind works, so before he'd even taken a breath to warn her, the breeze had been and gone, leaving it's predictable devastation behind it. He jogged over, and – after calling a 'hey' to her and receiving a rather weary one in return – helped her chase down the notes that had taken the opportunity to ride with the wind and run away. Each recaptured piece was brought back to the table and weighted down under the – Finn thought, unnecessarily – heavy books.
One particularly stubborn piece of paper had lodged itself in the branches of a nearby tree, and though Finn called to her not to worry – that he would climb up and get it – the stubborn blonde had insisted she'd be fine and started clambering up herself. Finn had rushed over, staring worriedly up at her. Sure she had been a cheerleader in school and had pretty good balance, but this was different. He positioned himself beneath her, holding his arms out, just in case she should fall.
Quinn pulled herself carefully along one of the larger branches, stopping occasionally to keep her balance, and keeping her eyes fixed on the offending piece of paper. She wouldn't have minded, except the notes on it were from a book she had already returned to the library and was now with someone else. Once she deemed herself close enough, she pushed herself upright, leaving one hand on the branch to steady herself as she reached out for the paper. Her fingers had just brushed it, when a second gust of wind blew past, surprising her, dislodging the paper, and causing her to slip sideways and out of the tree.
Finn's eyes widened as she came falling towards him, and braced himself. She slammed into his waiting arms, but he found she was a lot heavier than he had anticipated and the force of the collision caused him to stumble over himself. They landed, a moment later, in a rather undignified heap on the grass; Finn clinging to her for dear life.
They both lay for a few moments, their eyes still shut from their respective falls, in complete silence. Quinn opened her eyes first, her limbs relaxing as she let out a relieved sigh, feeling her relax Finn followed suit.
"You okay?" he asked, and she nodded.
"Thanks Finn," she replied, turning her head to smile at him. He grinned back, and they both glanced up at the tree; the paper was no longer there.
"So much for that I guess," Quinn sighed.
At that precise moment a sheet of paper slammed into Finn's face, he clutched at it and Quinn recognised immediately from the diagrams on the back that it was the same one she had been climbing after. The sight of it made her begin laughing. Finn soon joined in, and they lay – still in their heap – for a few minutes simply laughing until they could barely breathe anymore. At some point Quinn had rolled off Finn and they now lay side by side as Finn's laughter began to subside. He turned his head to watch her face, lit up with her truest smile.
"I'm hopeless, right?" Quinn said, finally calming; turning her own head to face him.
He stared into her eyes for a few seconds before replying, "Maybe a little," she giggled again turning away again to stare up at the sky.
"But it's a good kind of hopeless," He continued, doing the same.
They lay like that, in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Finn spoke again.
"Marry me," he said thoughtfully.
She had turned her head to him, a knowing smile on her lips. "Very funny," she had said with a giggle, before finally pulling herself upright. He handed her the paper and got up after her, following her back to the picnic table.
"I think we got the lot," she said, flicking through the retrieved notes, turning to smile at him once more, "Thanks again Finn," she replaced the book on top of them and moved to hug him. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled into her hair. Maybe she didn't think he was serious, after all they had only been going out again for two months, but that was okay. He knew she loved him, and for now that was enough; more than enough.