They moved to New York. After graduation, that is. Quinn had been contacted about doing some low key modeling for target, and Finn had to move there to be close to Rachel, so it was natural that The 2 would get a flat share. Rachel was fine about it, and so was Quinn's boyfriend Ethan. Just friends, they told everyone. After all, High school was over, Baby gate was long over and glee club was over. No more singing songs to foetus's or to Blonde cheating cheerleaders.

Or so they told themselves.

Quinn took of with her modeling career; she went from target slipper shower to the face of Burberry and Givenchy. Finn hung around the immaculate house (Quinn liked to clean) and waited to see Rachel, but she was always busy with one thing or another, a dance to practice or a note to hit. Finn could feel the 2 going their separate ways.

The final straw was Brody Weston. Sure, he and Quinn were sharing a flat, but that was a money arrangement. Brody, star NYADA student with 0% fat moving into Rachel's Brooklyn apartment? Not so OK. Nothing was ok for Finn in New York. He couldn't make it here; not as a singer. After breaking up with Rachel the only thing he enjoyed were the long chats with Quinn in the evenings. She would come home tired, and he would make her a bacon sandwich as she crashed on the couch. They would watch Modern family and talk about their days, laughing and talking together like the old times.

One day Quinn came home crying her eyes out, Ethan had broken up with her without a second thought. Hugging her, Finn fell back in love.

Fast-forward a year and life was good for both. Quinn was a famous and celebrated model, and Finn was studying law at a small university.

And that morning they awoke, naked, to the smell of burning bacon.

Quinn rolled over, feeling for her boyfriend. "Finn?" she muttered groggily.

Pulling the sheet around herself, she went in search of the brunette. He was sheepishly removing charcoaled bacon curls from the pan.

"Uhh…Finn? Would you like to tell me why my kitchen is covered in burnt pig flakes?"

Finn scowled. "I was just making you breakfast, baby", he replied walking over to her, "then I realised the were re-showing Canucks game from yesterday. Y'know, the one that was on while we were…anyways, its extra crispy now".

She sighed and laughed, leaning up to place a kiss on his lips. "Thanks anyway. Girls who are doing perfume ads shouldn't really be doing big breakfasts."

"I'll clean this up", offered Finn, whipping a tea towel of the rack, "I'm not doing much today."

Opening the fridge, the blonde removed the milk and set it on the counter. "Don't you have class today baby?"

"Yeah, yeah in the afternoon", dismissed her boyfriend. "I thought we could have lunch today."

Quinn added milk to the muesli on the table and reached for a spoon, making a face when she heard her boyfriends words. "I would love to, but this Givenchy thing is gonna take a while..I don't want you to get bored".

Smiling cheekily, Finn retorted "With all those model girls walking around? I think I can keep myself entertained."

"You're cocky this morning".

"You'd better believe it, honey".

"Prove it".

Finn snagged honey of Quinn's cereal and sucked it of his finger. "I would, but I think I hear an angry publicist calling, demanding to know why you aren't dressed yet".

Quinn bolted. She lived in fear of her strict publicist.

"Take 5 everyone", the director told the girls in the ad. The ad itself consisted of 4 top models taking turns to seduce (apparently by wearing this new perfume) some celebrity hottie Quinn had never heard of. The ad was taking a very long time, and it was with relief that Quinn sank onto her labelled chair, grabbing a bottle of water and some carrot sticks from a passing tray.

"So, Quinn right?" The male actor looked quizzically at the blonde.

She forced a smile. "Yep, that's me. And you are?"

"Logan Ridgeman. I'm the one you chicks are all fighting over." He laughed; obviously thinking it was funny, and not at all sexist.

The awkward silence that followed was so extreme that 'Logan' started head bopping along to the Demi Lovato song blaring from the speakers.

"You ever been a singer, Quinn?"

"I was in a high school glee club. I was never the best, though."

The man started to say something but just then the director called them back in.

"This is it. You girls, all of you beautiful, find yourselves fighting over a guy, rather than being fought over. And it's all because of the perfume. This is it, boys and girls. The start of a happy bottle of perfume."

The director of the ad looked happily at Quinn, who was having her hair touched up.

"We are all tired, so lets get this right. This is take 4. There will be no take 5".

Quinn moved into position. The wind machine whipped her hair seductively, and she prepared to turn around to face Logan. There were some sounds coming from the back of the warehouse, but Quinn ignored them, focusing on the ad.

"And…take 4!"

The sexy music played and Quinn whirled around, finding herself face to face with…. Nobody. Then she looked down. Her Boyfriend, the adorable Finn Hudson was on one knee, holding a blue velvet box.

"Finn, what the heck do you think you're doing?!"

Ignoring her outraged tone, Finn just smiled. "Quinn Fabray, you don't need this perfume. You are perfect. I love you more than anyone else in this world. I guess I always have, but it's hard to know in high school. That's pretty much the only excuse I have. Quinn, I love you. Will you marry me?"

Silence hung in the air. Finn squirmed around on his knee. The director was staring open mouthed at the dude who had ruined his perfect 'take'.

But Quinn knew the answer. Despite everything, she didn't feel embarrassed or pressured.

"Yes, Finn. I would be delighted to marry you."

"So then he said that you were perfect and that was the ad". The newly engaged were snuggling on the couch. "The newspaper's are having a field day about it, but it guess now we don't have to make a zillion calls to tell people about us getting engaged".

"Hah yeah." Finn reached out to take a handful of popcorn. "I was going to ask you at lunch. I didn't want to lose my nerve".

"You really thought that I'd say no?" teased his fiancee.

He brushed the hair of her forehead tenderly. "Yes. You're a top Model and I'm a uni student. I mean, wouldn't you prefer to marry that dude from the video?"

"Logan? Ugh, no. He is the biggest misogynist ever. Besides, I love you. Of course I would say yes."

Finn laughed and picked her up bridal style. "So, uh, don't we have something to settle from the morning?"

They locked the door behind them.