This is a collection of Finchel drabbles I have written over at my tumblr :) I just wanted to compile them here as well so that anyone can read them! Hope you enjoy! And as always you can visit my tumblr and leave a prompt if you want! I am always up for suggestions :)
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Finchel drabbles- # 1
Asked by: anon
Prompt: "Rachel saying yes to Finn ;3"
Rachel had been avoiding him for days. It was really starting to make Finn uncomfortable, a sickening swirling in his stomach that made him feel like he was losing her all over again. It had been a stupid idea…no, wait.
It had been a brilliant idea. It wasn't like Rachel wasn't the romantic type; she loved the idea of a big, swirling romance, coming out of nowhere to sweep her off her feet. Literally, pick her up and spin her so her heart raced and she was dizzy from being so happy.
"Love is kind of like…like spinning with your arms out." She had once told him, baking cookies one day at her house. The cookies had been his favorite…chocolate chips with a little bit of cinnamon. Hmm. He still had some of those packed away in his locker…
His stomach growled. Focus, Finn.
"Like…being on a carousel?" He had asked, trying to understand what she was saying.
"Yes! But faster. Like…you get all dizzy. Everything else becomes a blur except the one thing that you're focusing on." She had tapped his nose with her finger.
"Because…if you're not focusing on something to keep you steady," He had trailed off. "You could fall."
She had bit her lip, looking into the batter like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. Like it held a hidden secret. "Yes," She had finally said, softly…disconnected. "You could fall."
He vowed there and then that he would never let her fall.
Finn turned in the hallway and saw Rachel making her way to History. He jogged to catch up with her and gently clasped her shoulder.
"Hey."
She smiled up at him. "Hello, Finn."
"I need you to stop avoiding me."
She frowned. "I wasn't…"
He swallowed. "You are…and I get it. You don't want to fall. You're scared but…I won't let you fall, Rachel. I promise."
Her eyes glossed over, with unshed tears and thoughtfulness of that day in her kitchen. She looked down at his hand on her shoulder, like she didn't want him to see her tears.
"Look, do me a favor…meet me after school, at the picnic bench near the parking lot, under that giant tree that kind of looks like it's related to that womping one in Harry Potter."
Rachel giggled softly and shook her head, looking up at him. "Weeping willow?"
He nodded, giving her a smile. "Right after school."
Rachel bit her lip and leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek. "I'll be there."
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Finn waited patiently for Rachel to show up. Everything was perfect, because she was perfect. It wasn't exactly like their first meeting, their first kiss…but the band had over taken the auditorium and he couldn't even bribe the band teacher with Rachel's cookies to let him use the stage for ten minutes.
So this would have to do.
He was too nervous for this. His stomach felt like it was eating itself and he swore his bones had been replaced with cherry jello. What was he even worried about? He had already gotten the hard part out of the way. A promise. To love her forever, no one else, just her. He already proposed to her, got down on one knee, opened the blue velvet box without dropping it (that had been a bonus) and managed to speak to her without getting tongue tied.
Finn could do this. This was nothing compared to what he had already done.
"Finn?" He looked up and saw Rachel walk through the grass, smiling at the spectacle on the picnic table. "What's this?"
He cleared his throat and motioned to the picnic table; a red tablecloth was spread out over the surface, pillows from his couch at home on the seats (he really hoped his mom hadn't noticed they were missing), a basket filled with sandwiches and finally, a thermos filled with sparkling virgin cosmo.
"This," Wow, his voice was high. He cleared his throat. "This," He tried again, "Is to represent our first kiss."
She smiled softly. "This isn't the auditorium."
Damn those band kids. "I…I know. But it's pretty outside and you're pretty so," So he should shut up and stop rambling.
She cut him off, giggling softly. "Its okay, Finn. I get it. The symbolism is perfect within itself."
Right, yeah okay. He went to the basket and smiled at her, giddy almost. "I found airplane cups! They had them at the dollar store…" He took two out of the basket as Rachel came over and sat on the bench, watching him. He poured the cosmo into the two cups and handed one to her.
She smiled and sipped it after toasting her cup with his. He sat next to her and took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers.
"Did you mean what you said?"
Finn looked up at her.
"About…not letting me fall?"
He'd promise her that and anything else he could. "Yes." He cleared his throat again. "I mean it."
Finn looked down at the cup and smiled softly, remembering the first time he had kissed her. She was so nervous; he could feel her tremble under him as he gently laid her down against the red blanket they were on. He had briefly wondered if he had been the first boy she had ever kissed. Her lips had been soft, moist; she had tasted like strawberries and sugar from the cosmo still on her lips.
You can kiss me if you want to. Her voice had shook but he could see the strength behind her eyes.
He needed that strength.
He looked at her, squeezing her hand. "You know, you can marry me if you want to."
Rachel smiled slowly, the unspoken response hanging in the air. She leaned forward and kissed him, running her thumb over his.
She still tasted like strawberries and sugar.
"I want to." She murmured against his lips.
As he grinned like an idiot for ten minutes straight, and slid the ring on her tiny finger, he knew she'd made a silent promise to never let him fall either.
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