"Rach, you know I'm bad at surprises, so I'll just go ahead and tell you. I have a surprise for you when we get home."

Rachel grinned and tightened her grip on his hand on the center console. This Valentine's Day had been her favorite one ever. Finn had been so sweet all day, snuggling extra long with her in bed, surprising her with breakfast from her favorite vegan NY bakery , taking her for a picnic lunch in central park , and buying her a gorgeous black lace dress for their dinner date at Sardis.

He'd made an effort never to let go of her hand if he could help it, and the entire day he showered her with hundreds of hugs and kisses. It was an absolutely perfect, love-filled day.

"I can't imagine what else could possibly be left. You've been so incredible all day."

"Well Rach, but you deserve it. And I think you're going to like this surprise. Or at least, I hope you do."

She smiled at him. "I will."

They made small talk as they continued the drive home to their brownstone. Soon, they were pulling through the garage.

Rachel kissed him gently "thank you for everything today".

Finn got out of the car and made his way around to her door, opening it and taking her hand.

"Okay, now follow me."

As Finn led her to the small garden in the back of the house , he retraced every single step. Almost a year ago, the scene was much the same. Their fingers intertwined as he led her up to the garden .

He still remembered the look on her face as she noticed the star shaped lights and rose petals. He remembered how she happily pulled the purple tulip out from the ground when she noticed a ring box inside the flower . He remembered her tears of complete happiness when he got down on his knee and asked her to be his forever.

All of those scenes were flooding through his mind as he once again opened the gate, and let her go inside ahead of him. What she saw before her took her breath away.

Everything was exactly the same. Rose petals everywhere. Lights strung from every corner. Tears stung her eyes as she was transported back to one of the best nights of her life.

She turned to Finn, who had somehow managed to pick up a bouquet of purple tulips when she wasn't looking. He handed them to her.

"For you."

Rachel wanted to speak. She wanted to say "thank you" or "I love you" or any string of words to describe the way she was feeling. But she couldn't seem to form them. She was speechless