The pair arrived in front of the check-in desk a little dampened by the rain.
Finn reached down and took the suitcase from Rachel's grip and placed it on the weigh-in table.
Rachel scanned her surroundings furiously, trying to get some hint as to where they were going. There were no signs highlighting their destination, and no one around them was talking about the location their flight was heading.
"Finn!" she moaned, tugging on his sweater, "please tell! Please! It's driving me crazy!"
He looked down and saw her perfectly shaped eyebrows dipping into a frown. It made him chuckle a bit.
"Looks like someone is a little grumpy this morning!" he teased, taking her hand and pulling her towards him, "maybe I should buy little miss cranky pants a coffee when we get through customs?"
She sighed as he finalized everything at customs, and walked her towards customs, clinging to his arm.
They had sped through customs without a hitch, and in record time, for Finn. Whenever Finn went through the metal detector, he always had to stop and strip, every single time. But not this time, strangely enough.
As soon as they reached the other side of the airport, Finn headed straight to Starbucks and bought them two coffees.
They settled down in one of the waiting lounges as Finn waited for their flight to be called.
After a few minutes of browsing through gossip magazines, Rachel pulled her ipod out of her handbag, and popped one headphone into her ear, and the other into Finn's.
Of course she had several playlists on her ipod dedicated to different musicals. But on this particular occasion, she chose RENT. She knew that Finn loved all the songs from RENT and often caught him humming one of them to himself, which he always denied he was doing.
After listening to half of the soundtrack, Finn pried the ipod out of her hand and browsed her artists in anticipation. After a few minutes of searching, Finn finally found the song that he was looking for and selected it.
Rachel's heart melted as she heard the beginning chords of 'Faithfully' blast through her headphones. She leaned up and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, whispering "I love you" on the end of the embrace.
That song was so symbolic to both of them, and meant so much to each of them. They couldn't help but get a little watery eyed every single time they listened to the song.
Rachel dozed off on Finn's shoulder as he took full control of her ipod; playing all his favourite artists but still keeping one ear free so that he could hear the boarding calls.
Finally, forty minutes of sleep, Rachel awoke nuzzled in Finn's chest.
"Hello sleepy head!" he smiled, kissing her nose as her eyes batted open.
"Are we on the plane yet?"
"No, we're still waiting. But we will be soon. Our flight is due to be called in 5 minutes!"
"Finn! Why can't you just tell me where we're going? You're annoying me!" she grunted playfully, poking his ribs with her index finger.
Finn ignored her and proceeded to tickle her in all of the spots that he knew were most sensitive.
"Finn! We can't have a tickle fight here, we're in public!"
"That really is funny, seeing as though you made out with me in front of 2,500 people at Nationals, and you didn't seem to mind then!" he laughed, wrapping his arms around her narrow shoulders.
"You instigated that kiss, Finn Hudson!" she giggled, resting her head back onto his chest.
"Would all passengers headed on American Airlines flight SR399Z to John F. Kennedy International Airport, please proceed to Gate 7 for boarding."
Finn smiled and rose to his feet, holding out his hand.
Rachel's face was a picture. She felt her head about to explode and her palms grow sweaty.
"You're joking?" she said in complete disbelief.
"Come on! The city is waiting for us," he said casually, but grinning.
The next thing he knew, Rachel body was wrapped around his, squeezing the life out of him.
Her reaction was worth every cent he spent on their trip. Every time he saw her this happy, he honestly just wanted to cry. It made his confidence soar to know that he could make her that happy.
He looked down at her, she was hanging onto him for dear life and saying "Thank you" over and over again.
"You're welcome." He said, prying her off him.
She faced him, her eyes puffy red and her cheeks mascara stained.
"Why are you crying? I thought you wanted to go to New York?" he chuckled, kissing each tear that fell from her eye.
"I-I-I just. This has always been a dream for me. Going to New York with you. But. Why? How?" she stammered, caressing his neck with her hands.
"Well, I just figured that seeing as though we've had a few tough months and that we've got a few tough months ahead of us, that we would spend this quality time together before all the crazy happens." He said, unable to contain his excitement, "I love you, Rachel. And I want you to feel loved and appreciated. I realized that it'd be a good way for us to get to know the city, you know? For when we move here?"
He didn't need to say anything else. Rachel forced his lips to hers and honestly didn't care who watched them make out. He nibbled at the corners of her mouth playfully and she swept her tongue across his teeth and around his tongue.
She finally broke off the kiss when she needed to breathe.
"I love you so much." She said, wiping her eyes and laughing.
"I love you too. Now come on, we don't want to miss our flight!"
