Hello my dear Finchel gleeks!

Here's the next drabble!

As usual, thanks to Sandra (sandra-wfg) and thanks to all of you who have reviewed and have added me or my stories to favorites!

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"Where are we going?" she asks for the tenth time since they left her driveway.

"You'll see," he replies, cryptically.

She doesn't like surprises. Well, actually, she does. What she doesn't like is the feeling of the unknown. At least, he's smiling. When he called that morning, asking her to be ready after dinner, she expected the worst.

Kurt has called two days ago, saying that he accidentally has told Finn about the "country boy" thing and that he didn't take it too well. She shouldn't be worried, because she meant nothing wrong when she said it. She has honestly believed that he wouldn't want to go with her. Then, summer has started and his enthusiasm has changed her way of thinking.

She only hopes he doesn't break up with her over that.

Either way, she is going to try and make the best out of tonight. It's the last day of summer before school resumes and when that happens, she won't be able to spend as much time with Finn as they have during the summer.

Prying out the window, she sees a road sign she recognizes. "Are we going to the lake?"

He grunts, frustrated. "Why can I never surprise you?"

"You know I'm a little psychic," she answers, jokingly. "We can't stay there too long, though."

"If you're worried about your curfew, don't be. I talked to your fathers while you went to get your purse and they extended it. We have an extra half hour."

She looks at him dreamily. He's so smug and proud about earning them only half an hour; it's adorable.

They finally arrive at the destination and Finn hops off the truck and lays a blanket on the bed of it. "C'mere," he calls, sitting on the blanket. "Do you like watching stars?"

"You know I do, Finn."

"Then, lie down and pick one."

She looks at him quizzically, but does as he says and he lies next to her, grabbing her hand. She uses the other hand to point at the sky. "I like that one. It's shiny."

He chuckles. "That's not a star. It's a planet."

Rachel frowns. "But planets can't produce light."

"You're right, they can't. But they can reflect light," he explains and she listens intently. "Do you wanna know what the difference between a star and a planet is?"

She nods. Is this the way he feels when she's teaching him something? Because it feels really good. Better than she could ever imagine.

"Well, stars twinkle and planets don't. It's as simple as that." He smiles his trademark lopsided grin and she beams at him. He then points at the sky. "See that star there? It's called Polaris, or North Star, and it's a part of the Ursa Minor constellation. It's that one that looks like a frying pan or a smoking pipe," he clarifies, pointing and gesturing at the sky.

"You're going to be an astrophysicist!" He chuckles and squeezes her hand, as if saying thanks. She's really surprised about this side of him she hasn't met before. "I'm serious, Finn. This was amazing. You are amazing. How do you know so much about the stars and constellations and the universe?"

He looks away and blushes a bit. "It's a little stupid, actually."

"Please, tell me anyway."

He takes a deep breath and faces the stars again.

"I was in elementary school and the teacher wanted us to make something for Father's Day and I said I didn't have a father, so she said that I could make something for my mother instead. Later that day I asked my mom where my father was and, because I loved The Lion King so much, she said he was up there, as a star, watching over us, just like Mufasa was watching over Simba. After that, I decided that I should learn more about the stars because, after all, my father lived there. Then, while growing up, I became really interested on it. And that's it. It's stupid, right?"

Rachel is blinking back tears, but still manages to smile at him. "Don't be silly. That is not stupid at all. It's an important part of you and your story and I'm glad you have told me."

She wonders if he'll keep surprising her every day. If it's always this good, she hopes so.

"Finn," she calls, "what's your favorite star?"

"That's easy," he says, looking straight into her eyes "It's you. No matter how far you are or if we're together or not, you'll always be my favorite star."

She launches herself at him and peppers his face with little kisses, until he catches her lips in a searing kiss.

"I love you," she murmurs into his lips.

"I love you, too. So much." She pecks his lips again. "We should probably go, before your curfew."

"You can put the blame on me," she says before attacking his mouth.

Having a make out session on the bed of his truck is definitely a great way of ending the summer. And the lecture her fathers give her and Finn when she gets home forty-five minutes past her curfew? Completely worth it.

Just so you know, I have no idea if the Ursa Minor can be seen from Ohio in the summer. I can see it clear here in Portugal, though. :)

So, what do you think?

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SLopez