Sooo, this was brought on by a prompt from finchel-prompts on tumblr. The prompt was: five times Rachel cried in front of Finn and one time he cried in front of her. We'll see where it goes!

ONE.

"Would you slow down, Rachel? You're gonna kill us!"

"Don't be silly, Finn," Rachel replied, rolling her eyes. "This is the highway. You're practically expected to speed."

Finn wasn't known for being the world's best driver (although he had improved immensely since the mailman incident), however Rachel's driving made him look like an expert. She had some major road rage issues and a tendency to speed. The only times Finn ever heard her swear were while she was driving and while they were 'being intimate', as she liked to call it.

Most of the time, she allowed Finn to take the wheel of their navy sedan (a Christmas gift from Burt, despite the fact that it was almost useless to own a car in New York) but every now and then she'd go on a mini feminist kick and demand the right to drive.

Her demands were really hard to bypass.

Every time Finn watched her fire up the ignition, his heart started hammering in his chest and he wondered if it would eventually lead to a heart attack somewhere down the line.

"Seriously, you're going like thirty clicks above the—"

Finn's worried speech was cut off by the sound of sirens, causing both of their eyes to widen comically. One glance through the rear window confirmed it—the police had picked up on Rachel's erratic driving and were now following them, indicating that they should pull over.

"How pissed off would you be if I said 'I told you so' right now?" he asked, earning a glare from his girlfriend as she manoeuvred the car to the side of the road.

Her face then shifted into a contemplative expression that made Finn kind of nervous.

"Just follow my lead," she said, biting her lip thoughtfully.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath in and then started to wail. Big, fat tears immediately began pouring from her eyes as Finn sat in the passenger's seat, frozen in awe.

A tap on the window broke him from his trance and all he could do was sit there helplessly as Rachel rolled down the window.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Do you have any idea how fast you were going?" asked a stern looking middle aged man in police garb.

"I'm terribly sorry, Officer!" Rachel managed between breathless sobs. "My boyfriend's mother was just admitted to the hospital and we're on our way to see her. S-she's in ICU!"

The officer raised his eyebrows and glanced at Finn, who attempted to look appropriately distressed. He knew he didn't quite pull it off like the petite drama queen beside him but the cop quickly refocused on Rachel, who had upped the decibel of her weeping in order to distract him.

"I figured I s-should drive because he would be upset about his mom b-but then I ended up freaking out more than he did," she explained. For someone who almost never lied, she was certainly quick to fabricate excuses. "I'm so so sorry!"

"Alright, miss," the cop replied, now looking both uncomfortable and mildly sympathetic. "It's alright. I'll let you off with a warning as long as you let your boyfriend drive from here on out. You shouldn't be on the road in your condition."

The man gave Finn a sharp look that said 'you should have known better', to which he could only shrug sheepishly.

"And no more speeding," he admonished with an authoritative gaze.

"Of c-course, Officer. Thank you s-so much!" Rachel said, looking up at the cop with big, brown watery eyes.

No one stood a chance against that look.

The policeman patted her arm awkwardly and nodded before making his way back to the patrol car. Finn and Rachel sat in silence until he pulled ahead of them and drove off.

"That's how we do it on Broadway," Rachel said smugly, turning to look at Finn with a wide grin on her face.

He shook his head in amazement. "You are my hero."

Giggling, she held her hand up for a celebratory fist bump that Finn readily accepted.

"And don't you forget it."