Part Four. Thank you so much again to everyone who has read and reviewed, reviews are to me what applause is to Rachel Berry (and fairies)... I need them to live!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters, I do however borrow them occasionally and make them bend to my will for my own amusement and... hopefully... yours =).

Pairing: Finn/Quinn :D

Four Times Finn Asked Quinn to Marry Him, and One Time He Didn't

The fourth time was actually only a week or so later and… well actually the fourth time is the one that Finn doesn't remember much about. He was particularly drunk that night and his last memory was some strangely florescent green liquid in a plastic cup and not much else until he woke up the next morning with the worst headache ever; and Quinn telling him sharply that it was his own fault. She did this, however, whilst serving him a pint glass of water and two painkiller tablets, for which he was eternally grateful.

Quinn on the other hand, remembers it vividly.

Having sworn off alcohol with a few exceptions - such as wine at dinner or on special occasions like New Year's Eve - she remained completely sober throughout the entire evening. (Finn would get the full story later on, though unfortunately it would not ever stir anything beyond a few vague seconds of blurred vision, and even Quinn wasn't one hundred percent certain how the "punch" had turned green.)

Finn wasn't bad with alcohol, he and his football mates sometimes went a little bit overboard at house parties and acted a little silly, but he had never gotten this bad before; mostly he just got the giggles at every little thing. She supposed this was because it was the last day of their first year and the other boys had convinced him if there was ever a time to be completely rat assed then it was now. Cursing whichever idiot had sold them… whatever it was that had gone into the "punch" she half dragged Finn across the hall and up the stairs to their room.

"I hope you know I'm going to have to stay up for ages making sure you don't choke," She said crossly, fixing him with an angry stare. Finn however was far too far gone to even register her words. His eyes kept drooping and he looked like he might be sick at any moment. She therefore dragged him into their en-suite bathroom and propped him up between the sink and the toilet as she went to get his desk chair. Sitting him down on that, she positioned him over the sink, just in case.

She herself pulled down the lid of the toilet and sat down beside him.

"The things I do for you," She sighed, gathering up some tissue paper to wipe his mouth as he finished throwing up for the first time.

It was some hours later when he seemed well enough to be moved back into the room and into bed. She laid him carefully on his side, placing a bowl beside him before making herself comfortable on the armchair, which she had long since transferred from her 'official' room into his; preparing herself for a long night ahead. After a further half an hour of him lying there perfectly still Quinn thought maybe she'd gotten lucky and he might have gone to sleep; but even as she pulled a quilt over herself to settle in, his eyelids flicked open slowly.

"Still alive then," She said quietly, allowing a small degree of amusement to enter her voice, he did look particularly ridiculous all bundled up and bleary eyed.

"Jus' about," He said with a half grin, "You're wonnerful you know," he added and she shot him a 'Do you think' glance.

"I should say so, putting up with your drunken ass,"

"Nah I mean it, you're wonnerful,"

"You can't even say wonderful right now," Quinn quipped, unable to prevent a small smile from forming, "Go to sleep,"

He nodded and closed his eyes obediently, but not a minute later he spoke up again, though his eyes remained shut.

"Will you marry me Q?" He asked happily.

"We'll see," She returned, "If you do this to me again maybe I'll find someone else huh?" she was joking of course, but he didn't need to know that, hell he probably wouldn't even remember this conversation in the morning.

"I keep as'in you," He said, tone laced with sleep, "But you don't know it, I think you think that I think…" here he stopped to giggle a little, "You think i'm kiddin' but I'm definitely gon' marry you one day Quinn,"

A soft smile crossed Quinn's face, and she reached out from the chair to brush Finn's hair back out of his face.

"Yeah, yeah," She said quietly too him, in the manner of a parent playing along with a child.

"I'll ask you proply and all," He shifted slightly, burrowing deeper into his covers, "Cos I love you," he finished as he finally drifted off to sleep.

Quinn stared at him for a few more minutes before retracting her hand and curling up under the quilt.

"I love you too Finn," She said quietly, "And I've got my answer all ready,"

I think I should say for the record... my experience with drunk people is extremely limited, most of my friends never ever drink to the point where they can't remember the next day and on the rare occasion they have I've only had to actively deal with them at that completely drunk stage twice in my life, and they didn't say very much... so if Finn isn't an entirely believable drunk... let me know so I can correct this in the future =).