A/N: Goin' on with some Finchel post-proposal fluff because that's just so nice. Hope you enjoy it, lovelies and special thanks to the amazing that70sfinchelgleek for reviewing so much! You go girl. Also for all of you, I'm happy about really anything that keeps my creative juices flowing, be it a quote, a word or lyrics, if you wanna quote me just feel free to let me know, in the review section, or on my Tumblr, which still is Kat's Cradle. Surprisingly, I know. Have fun with this!

Day 6: Formal

She licks cheesecake of her fork, her hair's a mess and she's wearing an old, glossy button down of his. He's pretty sure he's worn that for Regionals in their sophomore year and it's like, really old, but somehow Rachel decided if he wouldn't keep it, she would for sure. Finn doesn't think he's ever seen her more beautiful. She looks up at him, grinning.

"So." She says around a mouthful of vegan cheesecake.

"Maybe you should swallow that, before talking." He points out amusedly, tapping his own fork against the rim of his plate. She rolls her eyes at him.

"Thanks dad." Rachel replies sarcastically

"Ouch." Finn comments dryly, placing his fork on the coffee table.

"I'm just going to keep talking, despite the fact that my boyfriend, seems to have the sudden urge to patronize me…" She swings her legs across his, his hand automatically going to her knee.

"Oh, come on, Rach, put the big words to bed." He interrupts her half-whining. She shoots him a glare, lifting her eyebrows at him. He takes the hint and rather shuts up.

"So I decided I want nothing too formal for our wedding. Sure white dress and black suit is a must, but I don't need tails and long evening gowns. What do you think? We could try it with suits and cocktail dresses." She questions thoughtfully, tapping the back of her fork against her chin.

"I think." He states, drawing the last word unnecessarily out "I think you're thinking too much, Miss Berry. I mean we're engaged for what? Five hours?" he tries really not to grin. Well, tries.

"You can never start planning too early. Go ask Kurt, he'll tell you the same." She explains, before she sighs dramatically only to bury her face in his neck.

"Rachel?" He asks frowning, because he can't remember saying anything awful within the last five hours. She huffs annoyed like she does in the morning when her alarm rings like somewhere around some ungodly hour and then sits up again. Funny thing he thought six was early during High school time. Funny thing he can't really laugh about that.

"I'm gonna have to tell Kurt." She explains, like she's talking about getting a root canal treatment at the dentist.

"Kurt's your best friend?" Finn says slowly, because he totally can't seem to wrap his head around this. She covers her face with her hands and gives a whining noise

"I know and I love him, I really do, but I just fear he'll come up with all these over-the-top stuff like dozens of turtledoves and twelve layered cakes and, like all those huge, glittery dresses you need a hoop skirt for." She takes her hands from her face and looks at him, dead-serious "I don't wanna wear a hoop skirt, Finn." Okaaay. He'll just simply ignore the fact that he doesn't know what on earth a hoop skirt is.

"Tell him to keep all that stuff for his own wedding." He says shrugging, rubbing his thumb back and forth against her knee cap. She rolls her eyes at him.

"Yeah, I'd totally do that. The problem with this whole plan is, Kurt just simply can't wear a huge, glittery dress." She explains, whining.

Finn arches an eyebrow at her. "Challenge him." She blankly stares at him for a second, before she starts giggling.

"Okay, so let's be serious…" Rachel suggests, sitting up a little straighter.

"I'm sorry did you think I was kidding? No, seriously challenge him. I'd love to see that. It's gonna be a feast." This time Rachel throws a pillow at him while laughing, but instead hits Glinda, who's happily dozing on the floor. Man that cat can glare mean enough to make Darth Vader look like the icemen. Rachel flinches as the cat hurtles off, slipping slightly around the corner.

"That was mean, Finn." She tells, like he's a kindergartner who stole his friend's lollypop.

"And throwing furniture after the cat is all fine and dandy? Think about." He states seriously, lifting his eyebrows at her. She scowls at him, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Well, I didn't throw it after the cat." She tells him, matter-of-factly.

"Okay, come on, baby, now stop the distracting."

"Distracting? From what?" She asks puzzled enough to forget being angry.

"From the fact that Kurt is going kill if you don't tell him right now." Finn reminds her gently, tapping his pointer finger against her knee. She sighs and gets up from the couch, feet bare the sleeve of his/her/their shirt slipping to give free sight of her bare, right shoulder. She moves into direction.

"Where're you going?" He calls after her, stretching his tired limbs.

"I'll call him now." She explains quickly and he can hear the beeping every time she hits a button.

"Alright. And don't forget to call Mercedes too." He suggests grinning

"Shut up, Hudson." He grins even more.

The next thing he hears is a bright and chipper conversation she has with Kurt. At least it sounds all that, because Rachel is in marathon-speaking mode again. Rachel come out of the kitchen the speaking part of the phone pressed against her shoulder.

"This is all your fault." She tells him dryly.

Well then. Looks like he's pretty much screwed. And not in the good way.

A/N2: and you're through again! Let me know if you liked it! Love, kat