A/N: My self target for this chapter was Saturday but I was home today so I decided to get this chapter out a couple of days early.

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Summary for this Chapter: Marriage proposals were meant to be romantic and something to remember. Not by accident…

"Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you."

Finn switched the radio off. Rachel always said that singing about the thing that was bothering you helped relieve stress but for Finn, it was making him feel so much worse.

He slung the cloth over his shoulder and quickly glanced around. Dinner in the oven at the right temperature, (Whilst he despised Vegan Food, everything about tonight had to be perfect) Kitchen cleaned to Rachel's standard, (because apparently, there was a huge difference between that and his own.) and table set with a candle in the middle.

Done. He threw the cloth in the washing machine before taking the stairs two at a time, glancing at his watch. He had roughly seven minutes before Rachel was due home.

Scanning through his wardrobe, he picked out Rachel's favourite shirt, (Supposedly because it brought at his eyes. Personally, he thought she was just spending too much time with Kurt.) And ran into the bathroom, trying to flatten his hair down, (trying being the key word here.) and skidded downstairs just as he heard the key in the lock.

"Baby, I'm home." Her voice chimed.

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, causing her to yelp.

"Hey babe," He whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She turned so she was facing him and gave him a lingering kiss before pulling back to yawn.

"Oh. I'm so tired." She told him, resting her head on his chest.

"You'll be glad to know you don't have to cook dinner, then." She pulled back and looked him the eye.

"It's not chicken, is it? Because you know how I feel about-"He silenced her by placing a quick peck on her mouth and leading her to the front room.

"No. I made your favourite. So, put your feet up while I go to dish up." She grinned and squeezed his hand gratefully before doing as she was told.

It didn't take long for him to sort everything out and he quickly checked his jeans pocket to make sure the ring was still there and safe, before calling her in.

Her eyes lit up when she saw the laid table and she thanked him as he pulled out her chair.

"This all looks delicious, Finn." She told him truthfully.

"Thanks, Rach." He replied, leaning down and kissing her head.

Dinner went smoothly as Rachel talked about her day at work but Finn wasn't really listening. Instead he smiled out the way she used her hands when she talked and how she hummed in appreciation every time she put a different mouthful in and how she'd run her hand through her hair every few minutes, even though it wasn't in her face.

Yes, he decided. This was definitely the woman he wanted to marry and he'd have to man up and get down on one knee.

"Why don't you head into the front room while I clean up here?" He suggested, mentally kicking himself for being such a coward.

"Okay, I'll put a movie on, shall I?" He nodded and watched her leave the room.

So, they'd only been together just over two months. They'd known each other for seven years and he'd loved her for just as long. He just didn't know it.

He took the ring out of his pocket and glanced at it. It was the ring his dad had given his mom and she gave it to him a couple of years ago, telling him to give it to the right person.

He took a deep breath and ran through what he wanted to say quickly in his head before making his way into the room.

"Rach?" He called, walking around the couch so he could see her. "You know I love you so-"He paused and simply stared at her for a moment before starting to laugh.

She was asleep. As in, mouth open, heavy breathing kind of sleep. So much for trying to propose. He plonked himself next to her, careful not to wake her, before running a finger down the side of her face.

He glanced down and saw her hand resting on her lap. He picked it up and turned it over in his own. It looked even smaller than he thought; now he was truly doubtful the ring was going to fit.

With a quick glance to check that she really was out of it, he took the ring out of his pocket and slid it on the right finger. It fit perfectly – almost as though it was meant for Rachel.

He let a small grin grace his features before taking her hand again but to his horror, she started to stir. He paused, hoping she was just trying to get comfortable but then she stretched her arms above her head and smiled sleepily at him.

"I'm sorry. I was really tired. How about you put the film on and I'll go and make us some coffee."

Finn's mind was blank. How the hell was he meant to get the ring back without her noticing? He had imagined many ways for tonight to go but this was not one of them.

He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn't notice Rachel was heading to the kitchen before it was to late. He leant back, running his hands down his face and squeezing his eyes shut, praying that she wouldn't notice.

His hopes were dashed moments later, when the unmistakeable sound of a cup smashing ran through the air.

"Finn," She called shakily as she came back into the room. "Why is there an engagement ring on my finger because I'm pretty sure it wasn't there half hour ago?"

Finn stood and walked over to her, taking her hands in his.

"Rach, this is not how I planned for this to happen but…" He paused as he got down on one knee and she let out a loud gasp. "I love you. More than I have ever loved anybody or anything in my life. I love your smile, your laugh, your voice. I love everything about you and I can not imagine waking up and seeing anybody else's face in the morning. Will you make me the happiest man on earth and do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

She let out a shaky laugh and nodded. "Yes. Yes. Yes." She chanted wrapping her arms around his neck and placing a hard kiss on his mouth. He lifted her up and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist as the kiss deepened. He carried her all the way upstairs, causing her to giggle but not remove her mouth from his.

He laid her down the bed and hovered over her before placing a trail of kisses from her neck downwards. "I love you. I love you. I love you." He told her between each kiss.

"I love you too, babe." she replied, running his shirt up his chest as he nipped at her neck. "Now show me how much."

A/N: I get that it wasn't the most romantic way but once again, this is something I could see Finn doing.

Next chapter is the last from the past and then we skip straight back to the wedding night. There's just one more thing I want to write about first. However, I may change my mind, I'm not sure yet.

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Paige :)