I'm so incredibly sorry about the wait for this chapter. I really wanted to writ but I haven't exactly been in a very gleetastic mood lately.

I don't own glee.

Chapter 10~

I woke up the next morning, intending on stretching out my tired limbs, but a weight on my stomach kept me pinned down on the mattress. My eyes shot open to see who the attacker of the night was, but I soon relaxed when the events of the previous night came flooding back into my mind. Finn's face was buried deep into the pillow and his breaths were slow and heavy, letting me know that he was definitely not awake. I admired how handsome he was even when he was asleep. His hair pointed in all different directions and he looked so peaceful.

Suddenly, Finn's grip around my stomach tightened, and he shifted under the blankets behind me. When he finally regained consciousness, his fingers started drawing slow and lazy circles beneath my chest.

"Good morning," I said softly, turning to face him.

"Morning," he mumbled, his voice full of sleep. Half of his face was still buried deep into the pillow, and the half that I could see was trying to overcome sleep.

"Sleep well?" I asked him, running a finger over his chest.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Would you like some breakfast? I have some pancake mix in the kitchen," I told him.

"Pancakes sound great," Finn told me, removing his hands from me to wipe the remaining sleep away from his eyes.

I sat up on the bed, the sheets falling from my body as I stood up from the bed. I took Finn's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen with me. When we reached the room I immediately started pulling out everything needed to make our pancakes. I instructed for Finn to heat up the stove so we could begin cooking the breakfast right away.

I pulled out a cooking pan and set it on one of the burners and waited for it to get hot enough to cook. As I stood in front of the stove I felt Finn's hands wrap around my waist, his fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. I rested my head against his shoulder and hummed contently.

I poured the pancake mix into the pan and let the batter form into delicious pancakes for our breakfast. I continued to make pancakes until the mix was all used up and there were no more pancakes to make. Finn and I each took a few pancakes and put them on our plates before we sat down at the table to enjoy our food. I watched as Finn took the first bite of his, waiting to see how he liked the food I prepared for him.

He chewed for a moment before looking up at me from his plate, "These are really good, Rachel. You're a really good cook."

My lips curved up into a smile, "Thank you so much! That means a lot to me. I've had quite a bit of cooking practice over the years."

"I've never been a good cook. Everything I make usually turns out to be burnt or inedible in the end," Finn replied. "My mom was a pretty good cook though."

We quickly finished our pancakes and washed off our dishes once we were done eating. I put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher in the corner of the kitchen and cleaned up the pan that was left out on the stove.

Finn cleared his throat to get my attention, "I should probably get going. I told my mom I'd meet her for brunch this morning. She said that there was something she needed to talk to me about." He walked past me towards my bedroom to gather all of his things before leaving. He pulled on his jeans and looked at the shirt that I was wearing, arching an eyebrow as he did so.

"You're not getting your shirt back," I told him, hugging it closer to my body.

"That's fine, I've got plenty more at home," he replied, pecking my lips quickly before walking back into the kitchen. "I really have to get going now, though. My mom's probably waiting for me."

"Is everything okay?" I asked him, concerned.

"Yeah, it's probably something stupid. She considers a small stain on her sweater to be a major issue," Finn told me, picking his car keys up from the table.

"Just call me as soon as you're done," I said. "I don't want to be worrying about you all day."

"Don't worry, I'd be calling you tonight even if I wasn't seeing my mother today," Finn assured me, pecking my lips before he began walking towards the door.

"Hey," I called after him, making him stop his steps towards the door. "I want a real goodbye kiss," I told him once he was turned to face me again.

A smile appeared on his lips as he walked towards me and pulled me into his arms, placing a passionate kiss on my lips. His hands ran up and down my back as he deepened the kiss and pulled me closer to his body. He pulled back after a minute, still smiling, "Better?"

I bit my lip and nodded, not being able to find any words.

"I'll see you later, Rachel," Finn said before walking out the front door, leaving me happier than I had ever been before. Before he got into his car he looked back at me and shouted, "I love you, Rachel."

"I love you too," I shouted back, giggling as he blew me a goodbye kiss. I slipped back into the house and placed a hand over my heart, gripping the thin material of Finn's shirt.

I stepped out of the warmth of the shower and wrapped the towel around my body before I wiped the steam off the mirror. I decided to skip my usual morning run for the day and have a lazy day instead. I wasn't in much of an energetic mood.

I pulled on my clothes I had picked out for the day, and when I was finished I heard the phone ringing. For a moment I thought it would be Finn, but there was no way his meeting with his mother could have ended within an hour. Once I got to the phone I read Santana's name on the caller ID. I quickly recalled her mentioning the fact that she had the meeting with her family last night.

"Hello?" I asked as I answered the phone, waiting to hear Santana's voice on the other end of the line.

"Hey Rachel," Santana's voice finally came through. "I had my dinner last night."

"Yeah, how did everything go?" I asked her. "Is everything okay between you and your parents?"

"Well, everything was going great when we started dinner," Santana began her story. "I wasn't exactly sure how to even begin, so I started off by bringing up all of my past failed relationships. Then, I brought up my friendship with Brittany and how well we get along and everything. Finally, I told them all that the way I feel about Brittany is the way I should feel about men. I told them that it's different with Brittany, and that I hope they understand."

"How did they react?" I asked, "Are they okay with it?"

"They were shocked at first," Santana replied. "They were kind of freaking out at first, but eventually they realized that Brittany makes me happy, and they just want me to be happy."

"Oh, Santana, that's fantastic news!" I responded happily. "How did your grandmother take it?"

"My grandmother? When I first told them she was completely silent, and I thought she was okay with it," Santana told me. "After my parents shared their opinions I asked my grandma if she was okay."

"What did she say?"

"She was so… hateful. She just started telling me that people like me are a waste and that she wants nothing to do with me anymore." Santana's voice became softer with every word. "Then she left."

"Santana, I am so, so sorry that had to happen," I told her, trying to lift her saddened spirits. "If she can't accept you, then she doesn't deserve someone as incredible as you. You made the right choice to tell her."

"Do you really think so?" Santana's quiet voice came through.

"I know so," I replied. "Think about it this way. Your parents accept you, right? Now you can properly introduce them to Brittany and have a happy life. You don't have to deal with that Karofsky guy anymore!"

"Yeah, I guess I hadn't thought about it that way. Thanks, Rachel. You're a great friend," Santana told me.

"I'm glad to help," I told her happily.

"You know, I don't mean to pry or anything, but I saw something pretty interesting this morning," Santana said, suddenly changing the subject.

"Really? What did you see?" I asked her curiously.

"Last night before my dinner started I was looking out my window and saw a car arrive at your house. I couldn't get a good look at who it was but I am positive the person was in fact a male," Santana began, and I instantly knew where she was going with this. "Normally I wouldn't think too much of something like that, however, this morning I noticed that the car had stayed there over night. Care to explain?"

I couldn't stop the blush from forming on my face, and I was very thankful that Santana couldn't see my appearance. I didn't even know where to begin with explaining this to Santana, seeing as Finn was her ex-boyfriend.

"Before you jump to any conclusions, nothing happened last night," I informed her, wanting to make that a very clear fact. "I invited him, my boyfriend, over yesterday, and when the power went out I asked him to stay over. All we did was sleep, it was no big deal."

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend!" Santana squealed. "Come on, give me some details!"

"Well, we haven't been together for very long. We started seeing each other shortly after I moved here," I started. "He's absolutely incredible, and I can see our relationship lasting a very long time."

"Sounds sweet," Santana replied. "Would I know who he is?"

"Umm… you actually do know him," I said awkwardly, not wanting to tell Santana the truth.

"Really? Who is he?" Santana asked eagerly.

"Your ex-boyfriend, Finn Hudson," I said shyly.

"Hudson?" Santana asked, "That's really nice, I'm glad he found you. I can definitely see you two making a good couple."

I let out a sigh of relief. Santana was okay that I was seeing Finn and I couldn't have been happier.

"Listen, I have to get going. I have to meet Brittany later on and I need to get ready," Santana told me. "I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, I'll see you soon," I told her before hanging up the phone. I sighed contently as I sat down on the couch. Everything was finally perfect in my life.

…Except for the whole arranged marriage thing.

A few hours later I received a text message from Finn. Though I was expecting a phone call, I was happy to receive contact from him. When I read the message I quickly realized that it didn't mention his meeting with his mother, instead it demanded that I meet him at Lillian's diner as soon as possible.

Wondering what might have happened between Finn and his mother, I quickly slipped on my shoes and headed out the door. I climbed into my car and quickly headed over to Lillian's.

I arrived at the diner in record time, and noticed Finn standing outside the diner instead of inside. I expected to be greeted by his warm and loving smile, however when Finn saw me his expression seemed cold and broken. I rushed to his side to see what was bothering him so much. When I gently placed my hand on his arm, he shook it off and turned his gaze towards the ground.

"Finn? What's going on?" I asked him, trying to meet his gaze. "What did your mother say to you?"

"I can't do this," he said quietly, his voice telling me that he was almost in tears.

"You can't do what?" I asked him.

"This," his eyes met mine as his hand motioned in between us. "I can't see you anymore."

My eyes widened as his words sent me crashing down. "What? Did I do something wrong?" My breathing became quicker and I was having a hard time making sense of my surroundings.

"No," Finn assured me, "You did nothing wrong."

"I don't understand. What happened?"

"Look, my mom hasn't been telling me the truth for a while," Finn started, his eyes staring right into my soul. "I told her about you today, and… things just got very complicated. I can't explain it to you. I love you too much to be with you, Rachel, I can't do this to you."

"Can't do what to me?" I pleaded, grabbing his arm so tightly to tell him I was never letting him go.

"I can't tell you, Rachel, and it breaks my heart to have to do this to you."

"Then don't," I said, gripping his arm tighter.

His hardened face softened as he pulled me closer and placed a kiss on my forehead. "I can't get out of this. I need to go."

"Finn," I whispered, feeling his arm slip from my hand.

"My mom's waiting for me," he said, stepping back. "I have to go, I don't have a choice."

"Please, Finn," I begged, but he continued to walk away, leaving me with a broken and helpless expression on his once happy and jolly face.

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