Hi everyone! :)

Thanks to all of you who reviewed my last drabble! It really means a lot!

And special thanks to Sandra, the amazing girl that puts up with me, beta-ing my stories and just generally dealing with my craziness! This is for you, babe! ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If anything, Glee does, in fact, own me...


They lay on the grass near that lake where she sang/prayed for Burt. Her head rests on his chest, while his hand traces small circles on her back.

The sun bathes their uncovered and entangled legs. He's wearing swimming shorts and she's wearing one of those insanely short sundresses – not that he's ever gonna complain, as long as the other dudes don't stare too much.

She has fallen asleep and drools a bit onto his shirt and it's the most adorable thing he's ever seen. And he doesn't want to be like those creepy guys who watch their girlfriends sleep, but it's not like he can help it. And she'll never know, anyway.

They've been sporadically – she totally taught him that word – talking about the future since that day after Nationals, in the library, and she's been teaching him how to dream big.

"You once told me you're not New York good," she has said "But you're wrong, Finn, and the song you wrote for Nationals proves that."

He feels kinda proud that she thinks so much of him, though he's not quite convinced that she's right. He doesn't care too much about it, anyway. He's committed to spending as much time as possible with her and when the time to worry about her leaving to New York City comes, they will handle it together.

She stirs a bit in her sleep, like she has sensed his preoccupation and his mind wanders back to the day he told her he feels tethered to her.

They were snuggling on her couch, watching "Funny Girl" for the hundredth time and he was not really paying attention to the movie, because he had seen it so many times that – and he would never admit it to anyone – he knows all the songs by heart. She must not have been paying attention either, because if she'd been, she would never had started talking during it.

"Why did you break up with Quinn," she asked, taking him by surprise.

"I told you, Rachel. It was inevitable."

She nodded slightly, but she didn't seem very convinced and, for a brief moment, he worried that her insecurities were back.

"Yes, you told me that, but," she insists, "why was it inevitable?"

He shifted a little and, holding her chin up, forced her to look at him.

"Because we are inevitable," he said, grinning, quite proud of himself. She smiled back, happy and a little impressed, too.

"Do you really think that?"

He adjusted on the couch and gave her room to adjust, too, so they could be facing each other.

"Rach," he started, "do you remember Ms. Sylvester's sister's funeral?" She nodded. "Well, do you remember, in her speech, the one Mr. Schue read, when she talked about an invisible tether that links you to another person and you can always know what they're thinking and what they're feeling?"

Her eyes teared up and she nodded again. "When I heard those words, you were the one I thought about. You're the one I'm tethered to. That's why you know me better than anyone else and that's why I've always known what you were thinking."

And he had more to say, like how much he loved her and how much he loved being her boyfriend, but she cut him off with a mind-blowing kiss and he couldn't miss the chance to make out with her.

So, back to the present, he's watching her again and all he thinks about is that he loves her so, so much. And at that precise moment she wakes up, wipes the drool off the corner of her mouth, not as subtly as she wishes, and looks up at him, sighing contentedly.

"I was just dreaming about the day you told me that we're tethered," she admits, smiling.

Hearing her say that and knowing that he's lucky enough to have her, and all that cuteness, in his life, makes a wide grin grow on his face.

"What?" She asks confused, her voice still a little hoarse from the sleep.

"Nothing," he replies, pulling her closer and planting a kiss on the top of her head. "It's just that I really love you."

He feels her smile against his chest and that moment couldn't be more perfect.


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SLopez