Hi everyone! I'm back again with another story :-) It is obviously a Finchel fanfic - need I say more?

This story is set as a prologue to 'More Than Words'. I had this backstory in my mind the whole time I was writing 'More Than Words'.

I really hope you enjoyed it! Reviews/comments/feedbacks/critics/corrections are welcome!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and I do not live in New York City *sigh*


It was an interesting afternoon in the New York City apartment.

It had two bedrooms and one bathroom; wooden floors with white walls and ceilings – fully renovated, by the way. White chunky frames adorned the windows and there were glass walls in the corner of the main bedroom. Rachel had described this as the American classic look.

The view? Pretty damn spectacular. It's like a piece of Europe in the busyness of New York City. Finn and Rachel always wanted to go there, so this is like having a little taste and see before it actually happened. What Finn loved the most was having the Washington Square Park at the heart of the neighborhood. He and Rachel loved to go for long walks along the park with their seven-months old Labrador, Lima.

Rachel loved the fact that this district was still home to many Broadway theatres and music club. They had sight some celebrities in the area and usually they would leave Rachel completely star-strucked. Finn didn't know who's who, unless if they had been starring in his favorite action movies, like, Black Hawk Down or something.

But what they both loved the most about this apartment was not the district, or the park, nor the numerous amounts of celebrity sightings. It was their first apartment. Bought, not rented. They couldn't believe that this apartment was available at the price that they bought it for. He and Rachel had finally collected enough earnings to support a mortgage.

At this point of time, it was still empty. They had just got the keys last week from their broker. They hadn't had the time to move their furniture from the rented apartment. Kurt and Mercedes said that they would help – but Finn doubted that Kurt would be of any help. He would argue that his hands were too delicate to lift heavy boxes, let alone a couch. He would enjoy helping the couple decorate the place though.

Yes, Finn loved the view from the apartment. But his favorite view was standing in the kitchen, with her rubber gloves and Ajax, humming to 'My Favorite Things' from The Sound of Music. She had watched that movie over fifty times, and being the good boyfriend that he was, he too had accompanied her watching it over twenty times probably. He had to admit though, he enjoyed it and Julie Andrews was kind of cute back then.

They had already spent two consecutive days cleaning up the place and making sure that there were no leakage and other things to be fixed. It was already noon when they both realised that they wanted to paint the future wall in another color. They finally settled for blue.

Rachel specifically asked him to buy tiffany blue paint. He didn't even know what the heck did she mean by it. To him it's only dark blue or light blue. A trip to the warehouse store to buy paint proved him wrong; there were too many different blues to choose from! Thank goodness he brought a picture of the color and the shop assistant had been helping him tremendously. That guy saved his ass.

Finn's arms was getting tired from all the painting that he did, so he decided to take a little break. He sneaked up behind his girlfriend and wrapped her around the waist, kissing her on the top of her head. He breathed the floral scent of her hair, totally intoxicated.

"Why hello there, stranger," she looked up at him and smiled.

She turned her face to glance over the future wall and looked back at his boyfriend with a puzzled look on her face.

"Finn?"

"Hmm?", his face still buried in her hair. God, she smelled good.

"You barely painted a quarter of the wall. You started about two hours ago. We will never get it done in time at the snail-like pace you are working on," she faced him and shot him a frustrated look. The cutest wrinkles would appear between her eyebrows whenever she did that; he would never tell her that though, she would totally freaked out.

"I'm tired. I need a break, babe. My arms are killing me," he flashed his trademark lopsided grin, knowing that she could never get angry with him whenever he smiled her favorite smile.

"Oh, no! Don't you play that card on me, Finn Hudson. I'm not going to fall for it this time even if I think that your smile and puppy eyes are the most adorable thing in the whole wide world," Rachel pointed her finger and waved it, just like what Mercedes did whenever she disliked something.

"But, I'm hungry!"

"We just had our lunch break half an hour ago," she stated firmly.

Rachel's phone rang. She saw whom it was from and took it. Phew, saved by the bell.

"Mr Laurent wanted me at the theatre in ten minutes," she said as soon as she ended the call.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes – he just needed me to review this one scene with the other cast because apparently we weren't showing enough emotions at the practice last Wednesday," she sighed. He knew she didn't want to go, but she didn't have any choice even if today was her day off. The opening night for her Broadway play was in two weeks and everyone were under pressure.

"I'm sorry I have to leave. One scene. I promise," she grabbed her handbag and her keys.

"It's okay, Rach. I'll be fine,"

"I love you for this, Finn Hudson," she smiled and kissed him tenderly.

"I know. I love you too," they leaned their foreheads against each other for a second before Rachel headed towards the front door.

"There are some leftover chinese food on the kitchen bench if you're really hungry," she stumbled trying to wear her shoes.

"Finn?"

"Yep?"

"You better be finished painting those walls when I got back," she gave him a death stare before she closed the door. Oh boy.

**TBC**