Epilogue
"Rachel…" Finns voice slid lazily through Rachel's upturned ear.
Her eyes didn't want to open. She sunk further, feeling her snuggie draw in around her as a hand slid to tuck her into it. Her heart warmed.
"I guess you don't have to wake up." Finn slid a little lower under her. She guessed, given his height, he wasn't extremely comfortable sitting on the couch with her laying on his lap. It couldn't allow for very easy back positioning.
She was awake now. Very awake.
On screen, a girl was screaming, her voice quaking and sobbing. Rachel smiled. He was still watching.
Of course he was… She sighed, savoring the few seconds left of her bliss. She knew it was almost time.
His hand ran over her hair, fingers weaving through the ends. Her toes curled.
"What time is it?" She whispered.
"Eleven fifty-seven." He told her, his chest rumbling. "How was your nap?" He joked, lightly poking his finger into her side.
"How was your movie?" She countered, sitting up and laying her head on his shoulder.
"Good. Same as always." He smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist. "This girl's about to get her head chopped off." And, true to his words, Rachel watched with mild interest as the blonde girl's hair was seized by the killer, his knife gliding messily into her neck.
"Good to know I haven't missed much." She chuckled. He laughed, too, as the killer stalked off screen.
"So it's eleven fifty-seven?" She asked him again, not wanting to miss it. They never missed it. Finn looked down at his watch.
"Eleven fifty-eight." He informed her. "Wait," He paused, remaining silent for a few seconds. "eleven fifty-nine." He smiled down at her.
Her stomach always flipped when he smiled at her. Rachel couldn't explain it. She figured that after all this time she would be used to Finn's sweet, innocent smile. But she never was.
The dark living room seemed to expand to fit her excitement. Another new year.
Finn paused the horror movie. The house was quiet, a green forest on screen illuminating their faces. She looked at him as he lowered his gaze back to his watch, only to turn it upon her a single second later.
"Happy New Year, Rach." He said, lowering his face to her level, his nose glancing off of the tip of hers. She breathed in.
"Happy New Year." She whispered, pressing her lips to his, closing the distance between them.
This epilogue is the final addition to this little holiday fic. Rachel and Finn always seem so sweet and innocent to me. I tried to give them an honest love.
If it wasn't obvious, this is -like most epilogues- set in the future.
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-Simplybofa