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This Christmas is perfect, Finn thought as he drove off in his truck to pick up Rachel. He'd called her first thing that morning, eagerly talking about the contents of his stocking (with more than a little innuendo about the contents of her stockings and other socklike things) and happy to share himself with her on his favorite morning. The last two Christmases, first wanting her but not being able to get her, and then wanting her but hating himself for it since she'd hurt him, had been horrible for him, but Christmas was once more the best. His mom had made her special Christmas breakfast that he loved, and that was followed by exchanging presents with the family. Lunch was with his mom and Burt, with Kurt over at Blaine's for the afternoon, and now Rachel was coming over until evening.

Finn pulled up to the Berry house, and got out of his truck to see Rachel already coming out the door, smiling. He raced up the path to meet her.

"Merry Christmas, Finn," Rachel said, her face angling up to his.

"Happy Hanukkah, Rachel," he replied, and kissed her, a kiss that started sweet but deepened. Finn lost himself in it for a few moments, relieved that he'd been sucking candy canes most of the morning. He always loved her kisses, the taste of her mouth, the feel of her lips and tongue against his, the knee-weakening way that she pulled at his lower lip, and most of all he loved that she was clearly into it too. They shared a smile, eyes connecting, then Rachel turned back to lock the door, carefully locking both top and bottom locks.

Finn picked up one of her bags of parcels, then took her hand as she picked up the other, leading her down the path. He settled her bags in the back, then helped her into the passenger side, resisting the urge to kiss her again. Wait until you're home, Finn told himself. His room would be much more comfortable and permissive than the truck. He settled back behind the driver's seat, quickly squeezed her hand, and set off.

"So how was your morning?" Rachel asked.

"It was great," Finn said, flashing her a quick grin before returning his eyes to the road. "Yeah, really great. Breakfast, presents, thinking about seeing you... really great. How about you, how is your day so far?" he asked.

"It's good," Rachel replied. "Quiet, with my dads away. No problems yet." She smiled. "Looking forward to this afternoon."

"Me too." Finn paused. "But what do you mean, 'no problems yet'?" he inquired, a bit concerned.

"Oh... just that in some years there's been a little noise, someone in our yard, banging on doors and windows, that sort of thing," she said. "Maybe because we don't decorate, I don't know."

"Like harassment?" Finn said, alarmed. He eased off the gas as he turned back down his street. Christmas was his favorite day and he hated to think of her having trouble on it instead. Or of anyone scaring her.

"A bit," Rachel said. "Nothing big or dangerous really, it's just unsettling." She paused. "Do you think," she went on, "that maybe... you could come and stay over tonight?" Her voice sounded a bit tentative, and she looked at him hopefully.

Finn swallowed as her question registered, then blinked and brought his concentration back onto the road so as not to sideswipe the parked cars of his neighbors' visitors. "Uh, sure," he said. Comfort my girl all night, protecting her from some would-be Christmas ghosts? Oh yeah, I am so there, he thought. He looked sideways at Rachel, saw the smile playing at her lips, and his mouth quirked in a half-grin. "I should check with my mom I guess, but yeah, I'm all yours." In more ways than one, he thought, as they shared an anticipatory smile.

Oh yeah, this was definitely the best Christmas ever.