A/N: Hey everyone! I know I'm posting this chapter a little bit late, but hey! it is still Saturday where I am! ;-) Anyway, here's chapter eleven, Counting Stars –from the song by OneRepublic you will have guessed- and let's just hope that you'll love it as much as the other ones!

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Counting Stars

Lately I've been, I've been losing sleep

Dreaming 'bout the things that we could be

But baby, I've been, I been praying hard

Said no more counting dollars

We'll be counting stars

Yeah, we'll be counting stars

The next morning, Rachel was the first one to be awake. For once, though, she didn't get up, nor did she move. The light was making its way through the blinds, and, outside, the sun was rising. Lying on her back, Rachel smiled a little when she felt Finn's head on her belly. Someone could think that he looked like a baby sleeping soundly in his mother's arms, but she was his wife and God knew how much she loved being his soul mate. She slowly moved her fingers through his hair, playing with them and admiring the peaceful smile that was on his lips. She knew that he needed his sleep almost as much as she did seeing as he had been so stressed and anxious lately and hadn't taken the time to just relax and rest. For the last two weeks or so, she had kept ordering him to just stop babysitting her, but he -as usual- had paid no heed to her and had continued to act as if she were two. Although it had annoyed her at first, she now understood that he felt as if this was the only way for him to help her, to take her pain away. Therefore, instead of yelling at him like she would have usually done, she let him do his things and just smiled and kissed his lips to thank him.

It is unbelievable how big he is! she thought to herself. She often said that her size would compensate and make their babies normal –or at least not as tall as he was- as she was small, really small. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to reflect on the past month; it had been quite exhausting physically and emotionally to go through everything. Now that she was actually thinking about it, so much had happened in her life this year that she actually felt as if it had been ten years since they had seen the ball drop on January 1st: she had been close to a divorce, she had had to imagine a life without her Finny Bear next to her and, then, she had learned that she had cancer. That was the hardest part of all, the rock that had made the glass break and empty itself into a pool of tears and sadness.

Nobody actually thought about it until they had to face the obvious fact, that they were indeed sick. Even if it had taken a lot out of her, she wondered if she could change something, would she? Maybe, but only the cancer part; she would never, ever change what had happened between her and Finn. Every struggle that they had been through, every fight that they had had, every hateful word that they had said to each other had made them who they were now and, in order to move on, she had to let go of regrets and believe that everything happened for a reason. Plus, they were back together, and living in the past was simply not worth it. However, there was still this small question that was haunting her now more than ever. She knew that she would have to talk to him about it once he woke up, but his possible answer and reaction were scaring her. For now, though, she was just appreciating this quiet, calm, and serene atmosphere, almost feeling as if she wasn't even tired or sick. Later in the day, she would go shopping with her friends and, truthfully, she was happy to be able to get out of her house. She sure would enjoy it more if no one were there to witness her, but, as rich as she was, she couldn't pay every one of her friends to stay locked inside their penthouse just because she -Rachel Barbra Berry- had a cancer and no hair, no matter how ashamed of her appearance she was. She could always put on her absolutely horrible wig…

When Rachel felt Finn starting to rouse, she dropped her hand and gave him some time to look around him and adjust to the light. He seemed quite lost, and the look on his childish face was very cute, but, then again, there wasn't anything about Finn that wasn't adorable or beautiful: he was flawless. As he turned his head towards hers, a smile appeared on their lips and they looked at each other lovingly and longingly. He slowly moved to be sitting next to her, and not so much lying on top of her, and embraced her in his arms, face to face, heart to heart.

"Hey, beautiful," he greeted her with a kiss. "You looked deep in thought, babe. What were you thinking about?" he asked.

"I was not," she lied, a little bit intrigued as to how he had guessed what she had been doing while he was sleeping. She hadn't talked out loud, had she?

"Don't lie, babe. Your breath doesn't have the same rhythm when you're awake than when you're sleeping. It gives me clues as to when you're actually thinking, which is –obviously- always!" he laughed, clearly noticing that she was faking indignation.

"Okay, okay, you got me! I was indeed thinking about you and me. Oh and about my hair, too, of course," she casually admitted.

"What about it?" Curiosity always took the best of him and he was dying to know what was on her mind. She took a deep breath, quickly pecked his lips, before starting to talk about what was bothering her. He was her husband and she understood how she should always –always- feel comfortable enough to talk to him about things like that, but she was afraid that he would judge her and call her crazy. After all, she knew that what was on her mind was completely illogical, yet she couldn't help but feel that way.

"Finn, do you think that if you had stayed in Lima and that I hadn't gotten cancer, you would still be here, in the same bed as me?" There. It was finally out and she felt as if she had actually just lost thousands of pounds. She had confessed what had been haunting her forever, and it hadn't even been as bad as she had thought it would be. The look on his face was keeping hope alive in her heart, and the spark of love that hadn't left his eyes since the second that he had been back hadn't disappeared because of her confession. He may not have answered right away, but he seemed to be looking for the right words to say.

"You know what? Just forget it and let's both act as if I hadn't said anything. It was stupid of me and I shouldn't have even thought about that scenario. I'm going to make breakfast," she said after a few seconds.

Her nerves were so tensed that they were close to their breaking point and, as always, she let them control her. She was about to get off the bed when Finn grabbed her waist and didn't let her get up.

"Wait, you're right. You have the right to ask and, if I really love you, I should be able to give you a simple answer," he finally answered.

"Oh Finn, you don't have to tell me anything; it was a dumb question."

Although it had been her who had brought it up, she now tried to escape the subject and his answer. It was obvious which one she wanted the most, but she was afraid to be disappointed. She knew what would happen if he didn't say what she wanted to hear: they would have to break up, again, and she would be left all on her own to fight this thing that was making her life hell. Nevertheless, she reluctantly stayed lay down next to him and paid close attention to what he wanted to say.

"Listen to me, okay? First of all, I have to admit that I, too, wondered the same thing not so long ago," he admitted, ashamed that it had only even crossed his mind. Nonetheless, it remained an accurate question for one to ask himself. Why did he change his mind? Why did he come back? They had been so busy trying to cope with the news and getting Rachel to feel better that they had completely forgotten to talk about the issues that they had had. He had never told her about Marissa and, as far as she was concerned, he had only decided to stay with her because of her cancer.

"Fine, I'll listen," agreed Rachel.

"Thanks, babe. Okay, so, euh… I first need you to know that before your accident, I had never ever felt like that in my life: so miserable, angry, sad, desperate. I had never hated you as much as I did then. I loved you so much, Rachel; you have no idea. Not only was I living with you, but also through you. It was as if my life couldn't be complete if you weren't in it. When I learned what you had done and what was left of her, I felt betrayed and -however hard it is to admit it- you and your feelings never even crossed my mind. I kept picturing what our future would have looked like and looking at you was bringing back excruciatingly painful memories. Although I wanted to, I couldn't just erase what had happened and write a completely new story. I still loved you, but I was scared that you would hurt me again; I was scared to lose something else. You have to understand that, on that day, at the very same time, I learned the happiest, but also the saddest news of my life. So I did the only thing that I could think of at the time: I left. Yes, it was coward of me and I still haven't completely forgiven myself for it, but it seemed so easy and appealing back then. As for what happened next, well, you've been through it with me, so I don't think that I really have explain it to you."

"Baby. I'm so sorry," apologized Rachel. "If I could go back in the past for at least one small second, I would change it all and confess everything the minute that I would get the news, the minute that our perfect little future that we had imagined would have started." By the time Rachel was done asking for forgiveness, small tears were streaming down her face. Talking about it now was just making the dream –or nightmare- truer and the pain more real. They didn't have a choice, though: they had to talk everything through, otherwise they both knew that the Titanic would sink again.

"It's okay now, babe. I'm not mad at you anymore and I actually think that we did the right thing and what was best for us. We were living like two strangers who had never met before and who were suddenly forced to stay under the same roof. That hurt, too, more than anything, but I didn't know what else we could do. I saw how sad you were, how lost you and I both were. If I decided to leave, it was mainly to make up my mind and figure out what I wanted to do. And you know what?" She shook her head no, and forced herself to breathe. "The moment that I arrived in Lima, all I wanted was for you to be there with me, even though we weren't talking: I wanted you by my side. I realized that no matter how hard life could get or how many obstacles we would have to jump over, it was still you that I was seeing by my side. It is still you that I want. A wise woman –Marissa, I've actually already talked to you about her- has made me see that we are forever, Rachel, endgame. I love you and I love every single part of your personality. You're beautiful and the only love of my life."

To say that Rachel was crying was the biggest understatement that one could say. She was a complete wreck –a good one though- and she moved so that she could be even closer to Finn. She kissed him deeply and, through her tears, she said, "I love you so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you for loving me in return." It was all that she could really pronounce due to the many sobs monopolizing what was left of her voice. Her heart may have been sick, but it sure as hell was still working and able to feel things as if it was as healthy as God's.

"Babe, you shouldn't be crying right now. This is supposed to be happy. We're together now and it's the only thing that matters to me," laughed Finn before kissing Rachel's forehead in an affectionate way. She was too cute and he couldn't resist her.

"But it was so beautiful! How can you say after that that you don't have a way with words? Even if the lack of sleep hadn't made me so emotional, I still would have cried. You're crazy!" Staring at her with a devious smile, Finn raised his eyebrow.

"I, Finn Hudson, am crazy?" he said while starting to tickle her sides.

"Finn! Don't d-do that! Please! Ahah!" Trying to make Finn's hand go away, Rachel squirmed like a worm escaping the hook. Her laugh could make anyone fall in love with her and Finn was surely not immune to it.

"I'm sorry, but I can't: I'm too crazy to stop!"

"Okay, fine, you win! You're a-are not crazy; I swear!" Once she had finally said what he wanted to hear, he stopped and rolled them over, so that he was on top of her, and gently kissed her. It felt good to be able to share beautiful moments like this one with his wife; he had missed the connection that they used to share and he was now more than happy to be able to laugh and act goofy with her. Without breaking eye contact, Finn settled between her legs and laced their fingers together. Their closeness made Rachel hot and she tightened her hold on his hand while breathing in his fabulous scent. Finn's lips travelled down her cheek, up to her neck, until he was sucking on her pulse point and leaving a mark, a thing he hadn't made since far too long. When he found her favorite spot, a moan escaped her mouth and she pushed him off her, just like she had done every single time before when she thought that things were getting too serious.

"Finn, stop, please. We can't have sex now," she said, her excitement causing her to speak with a weak and raspy voice.

"Why? Why are you pushing me away every time that I want you, Rachel? Don't you want me?" he asked, almost scared of the answer that she was going to give him. She sat up and took his hand in hers.

"Finn, honey, I don't want you to ever think that again. I want you so badly and I swear that, every time I look at you, I could just jump you 'cause I've missed you and the feeling of us really being together," she said, hoping that, through her words, he would hear and believe the truth.

"Then, why?" he asked, slightly confused. He wanted her and she wanted him. He couldn't really see, nor understand where the problem was.

"The answer is right in front of you, Finn. I look awful. I can pass over you kissing me, telling me that you love me and that I'm beautiful or gorgeous, but I can't stand the thought of you seeing me naked… I can'-t. You deserve better than a woman that doesn't even look like it anymore. My boobs were already so small before and, now that I've actually lost weight, they are worse! You should be with one of your team's cheerleaders, with a girl that has boobs, curves and who alone represents the world's hotness."

Finn surely hadn't expected this to be her reason. He knew that there had been moments where Rachel had felt uncertain about their life as a couple, but she had always had enough courage in herself to win her battle against her doubts and insecurities. When Finn would look at her trying to forget and erase the voices in her head telling her, yelling at her that she was making a mistake, he would always find her absolutely and insanely fascinating and strong. Besides, when you truly loved someone, that person always seemed beautiful to you, no matter if others didn't think so too. Rachel may have changed physically, but he was still head over heels in love with her and, skinny or fat, she was the only woman for him, the only one that could understand him and make him laugh as hard as a baby that you were tickling. To think that she believed that she wasn't good or beautiful enough for him was breaking his heart and he was planning on showing her the truth in every way possible; he was planning on murdering the voices once and for all.

"Rachel, I don't deserve any better 'cause I've already got the best." She smiled a little at his words and stroked his cheeks. She wished more than anything to be able to close her eyes and believe what he was saying, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, it was just too hard.

"I know that you don't believe me, but please try to. If it were me that was sick instead of you, wouldn't you think the same way about me? Would it change something between us?"

Surprisingly, she couldn't find anything to reply. Anyone with a sane mind could easily guess the answer: if he were the one with cancer, she would be by his side, holding his hand and tracing circles on his back every time that he would puke his guts out. She wouldn't love him any less and the spark in her eyes would only grow stronger as she would discover a new side of the man that she loved and admired so much. She couldn't deny that he had been right and that, for her, it wouldn't change a thing. Yet, her insecurities were still very much present and a part of her still believed that she wasn't the one for him, although he certainly was the only one for her.

"No, it wouldn't." she answered a few seconds later. Her voice was shaking and, once again, her eyes were threatening to overflow.

"Good. Can you understand how I feel now?" He didn't wait for her answer because he simply knew that it would be too hard for her to verbally go past her insecurities and, instead, he did the only thing that was left unsaid and undone in his mind: he kissed her.

As they were both lying on the bed, he realized that their position was exactly like the one they had been in in the auditorium and, just like he had done back then for the first time, Finn leaned over and kissed Rachel with all the passion and abandon that were filling his heart. He softly bit her and traced her upper lips with his tongue, taking the lead she was too afraid to take. He loved her and he was going to show her just how much; her insecurities could go to hell, she would finally see the perfect woman that she truly was.

From there, everything went pretty fast, yet slow at the same time. When Rachel looked at him, she saw all the admiration that transpired in his eyes and she let go of what was holding her back. He really loved her and she had to overcome her fears if she wanted them to have a shot at a happy ending. Finn smiled at her before lowering his hand to the hem of her t-shirt to help her take it off. As she wasn't wearing a bra underneath and as it was the first time in weeks that he was seeing every part of her body, he kissed every bit of skin that he could reach. Rachel arched her back when he took her left nipple into his mouth, sucked on it and rolled his tongue over it. Her breast may have been small for some, but it was the perfect size for him. Seeing his naked wife reacting to his touch as she used to years ago, he felt like a teenage boy exploring new boundaries and territories all over again. Meanwhile, wanting to feel his lips back on hers, Rachel quickly grabbed his hair and dragged him up.

"You better get naked now if you wish to actually do something tonight. Otherwise, I'll just be too tired and I'll have to go to sleep before you can even reach your favorite part of my anatomy," joked Rachel who then let out a chuckle when she felt him speed up to take his shirt and his pants off, finishing with his boxer. She bit her lips to prevent another moan from escaping and, feeling herself being turned on, in turn rose on her knees before taking her shorts off to be left before him in only her panties. She smiled shyly and tried to cover herself up with the sheets, but Finn took both of her hands in his and softly kissed them while longingly looking into her eyes.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met," he simply said. Rachel's bright smile quickly lit up her face and she closed the distance between them, kissing and hugging him with all the strength that she had inside of her at the same time.

Finn sat up and simultaneously brought Rachel up with him. The latter enlaced her legs around him, the action making her feel his hard on against her panties, and she pushed herself harder into him, moaning at the pleasure that was filling her. Finn breathed deeply and started kissing her shoulder. Without bothering to be gentle, his hands tore up her purple panties.

"Oh God, you have no idea how much I've missed you," groaned Finn.

"Oh-o-oh, I think that I do ha-have an idea of how much, but if you do-don't do anything now, I also think that I-I'll have to stop and that you'll m-miss me even more!" replied Rachel, who, at the end of her sentence, was almost screaming due to the excitement taking over her. She took his penis in her hands and guided it to her entrance. She then, using her feet, pushed on the bed really hard and forced herself onto him to make sure that he was completely filling her. They both moaned at the contact and started moving. Finn was sweating and Rachel felt as if she had just arrived in heaven, the unlocked gates to her happiness right in front of her, waiting for her to open them. He was doing things to her that were unbelievable and she knew that she could never get enough of him. Wanting to forget how good it was and to stay away from him had been a really dumb idea in the past. Just when she thought that she had already reached her peak, Finn's hands grabbed her thighs a little tighter to make them go faster and, once she realized what he was asking for, she gladly complied with his demands and saw her climax slowly –or not so slowly- approach her.

In order to make her come first, Finn rubbed her clit with his fingers and attached his lips to her breast. Rachel cried out in ecstasy and came undone under him, him following closely behind.

They both collapsed on the bed, worn out by their intense lovemaking. They smiled dumbly at each other and Finn gently kissed her nose, chuckling at her expression.

"See, I told you that you were hot," he said and Rachel blushed a shade darker before admitting that he had been right.

"Yes, you did. You've proved your point. But don't you dare think that it means that you'll always be right from now on!"

"Oh, but I think it does," cockily laughed Finn. "Can we go at it again, now?" He was already attacking her neck when she faintly pushed him away.

"I'm never gonna be able to go shopping today if you continue to wear me out like this, babe! But be ready for when I'll get home, okay?" Smiling her brightest smile, Rachel got up and, feeling extremely sexy, swayed her ass knowing that he was watching her. She joyfully chortled when she saw his face: it was clear that he was mentally cursing himself for not having held her back harder. He was a man, after all, and she couldn't blame him for wanting more of what they had experienced a few minutes ago.

"I'm sorry, but why are you doing this again? I thought that you and Rachel were still married," asked a confused Kurt.

"Not still, Kurt, we are married, period. We've never gotten a divorce and we will never get one. And I'm doing this 'cause I want to prove to Rach that I'm completely faithful and that she does not have to worry anymore; I am planning on never leaving her life again," replied Finn for what seemed like the thousandth time today.

"And you think that giving her a four hundred dollars worth ring is gonna do just that? Jeez, I swear that if our parents hadn't gotten married, I would have made sure to turn you gay!" exclaimed Kurt, who was getting bored of being in a store that wasn't even worthy of his presence.

"Eurk, don't say that, please! You've just put a really weird picture into my head," begged a disgusted Finn. He had nothing against being gay –even though he wasn't- it was just that imagining himself being in a committed relationship with his stepbrother was simply inappropriate. After all, didn't people in a committed relationship had to have sex at least once in a while?

Ark ark, ark! Go away, picture! Go away!

"Oh please, stop acting like a child! You know exactly what I mean. I wish Blaine would buy me things like that," trailed off Kurt, who suddenly had a sad look on his face.

"What do you mean? I thought everything was going great between you two."

"It is, but it doesn't mean that it couldn't be greater. It's just that with the adoption paperwork never ending and the uncertainty of actually receiving a child, our couple –or should I say our spark- has been going through a rough patch. He's been so anxious lately and I've had to work a little bit more than usual because of my new collection being launched soon. Besides, since a few weeks, we seem to not be able to find proper time to see each other."

"A few weeks? Dude, you gotta do something! You love Blaine; you cannot let all this ruin your perfect life. You know what work can do to a couple, look at me and Rachel."

"I know that, but what do you want me to do? We aren't even married, yet, 'cause Blaine wants to wait till same-sex marriage is legal everywhere in the United States."

"I hate to burst your bubble, but that's never going to happen."

"You don't know that, Finn. More and more states are beginning to be open to it. Plus, we don't want to be married in only thirteen states just to arrive in one that still characterizes us as 'life partners'."

"And I understand that, Kurt. Honestly, I do. But it doesn't mean that it's gonna happen any time soon. Listen, you know that I'm all for it and that Rachel and I have actually already been a part of some campaigns that were in favor of the legalization of same-sex marriage everywhere in the US, but we are also aware of every haters and homophobes out there. We live in a country that has had slaves for so many years and some still believe that Black people are inferior to us. Do you think that those will be open to your idea of marriage? No, so don't wait for a miracle to happen: you must do something now."

"What do you want me to do? Get a ring and propose to Blaine tomorrow?" incredulously asked Kurt. He couldn't believe what Finn was hinting at; they were here to buy a ring for Rachel, yet, if it continued like this, he would be the one getting out of the store with a little box in his pocket.

"Why not? You must really love him if you're ready to start a family with him, and God knows that money is not the thing missing in your case. I'm telling you, bro, just go for it before you realize that it's too late and that you've lost your soul mate. I personally know, now, that I wouldn't be able to survive without Rachel, and a little bird's telling me that it's the same thing for you and Blaine."

"It's easy for you to say, you precisely know that Rachel can only say yes since you're already married. But do I need to remind you that Blaine and I aren't? What if he says no?"

"And do I need to remind you that this guy is crazy about you and that never have I ever seen him say no to you? He's gonna say yes, for sure! But, you know, at the end of the day, it's your decision and I can't force you to do something that you think you might regret later…"

"It's not that, Finn. I know that you're right and all, but it doesn't mean that I'm not scared."

"Scared of what? You love weddings!"

"I loved weddings, before you and Rachel almost got a divorce. You guys were the anchor of love, how can I be sure that the same thing won't happen to Blaine and me? Huh?"

"You can't, you just gotta take a chance and trust me when I say that everything will be fine. Yes, Rachel and I have been close to breaking up for good, but we didn't and that's the only important thing. We've come to our senses and realized that we were better off together than apart. And, now, we're working on our trust and I'm always, always by her side. Plus, I'm pretty sure that what has happened to us can't happen to you since, you know, it would be really hard for Blaine to get pregnant and hide it from you," laughed Finn.

"It's not even funny, Finnegan! I'll let you know that absolutely nothing is impossible!" said Kurt, who hadn't found Finn's joke amusing at all. He was trying to have a serious conversation about his future with his brother and, although Finn was only trying to lighten the mood, funny wasn't helping him. If it were all up to him, he would already be out of the store and miles away from the idea of marriage. But it wasn't, and he knew that thinking that way was selfish of him. Blaine deserved someone who was able to make a decision based on his heart instead of on what his head was telling him; he deserved someone spontaneous and fun and that was exactly what he was planning on giving him.

"Fine," finally agreed Kurt. "I'll get a ring and prove to Blaine that he can always count on me, even if the adoption thing doesn't work out. I love him and I won't let life get in the way of my perfect wedding. Besides, it's already June and I must propose soon if I want us to get married next July. Otherwise I won't have time to plan our wedding like I want to and it will be a disaster. First, though, let's start by getting out of this atrocious store. What is this place, by the way?"

"Hmm, I don't know. One of my teammates told me that it was where he had bought his engagement ring so I thought that I could start my 'ring shopping' here. I think it's a nice place. What do you think of that one? I personally find it kind of pretty," shrugged Finn, pointing at a ring that was on the counter. He really didn't think that the pieces of jewelry on display –wedding bands and engagement rings for the most part- were that bad, and there was even one that had caught his attention. It had a cute round shaped diamond and tiny little rocks all around it. He knew that Rachel would doubtlessly like a token of his love as this one, but unfortunately for his wallet, Kurt didn't seem to be of the same opinion.

"Pretty won't do for Rachel, Finn. You have to find something spectacular, something that will take her breath away. You've said it yourself: you've both been through some rough things and I think that your love is stronger than this cheap ring."

"'But Rachel doesn't care about the amount of money that I spend on this, she doesn't even care if I re-propose to her or not."

"She's a girl, Finn; of course she cares! I admit that money is far from being the most important thing in a relationship, but I'm sure that –to quote your own words- 'it is not the thing missing in your case too.' C'mon, we'll go to Tiffany and I'll make sure that you find a ring worthy of Rachel. Oh and one that I'll approve of, too, of course!" excitedly almost-yelled Kurt, rushing toward the door at the same time.

"Oh God, what have I signed up for?" desperately sighed Finn, who couldn't understand why Kurt was so eager about something that, technically, he wasn't even a part of.

It took Finn three hours -which were mostly spent in the bathroom, freaking out about every little thing- to finally have the guts to come out. He was even more stressed than the first time and he didn't even know why; it was not like Rachel could say no as they were already married. This time, though, it was much more of a symbol than anything else, it meant that no matter what, they would still be together and that, in a way, they had forgiven each other: their couple was finally able to move on. This was how he convinced himself to show himself to his wife and ask what he was meant to ask.

"Rachel Barbra Berry," started a very nervous Finn.

"Hudson," shyly interrupted Rachel. Her hands were shaking and she didn't know what was happening, but she felt the need to put the emphasis on her last name. Finn was on his knees in front of her and, in his hands, was resting a small red velvet box, as a treasure only waiting for someone to open it. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes and she knew that it was only a matter of second before waves of water would take over her.

"Right, Rachel Barbra Berry Hudson," continued Finn, letting out a nervous chuckle at the same time. "Will you do me the honor of staying married to me?"

I feel the love

And I feel it burn

Down this river every turn

Hope is a four-letter word

Make that money, watch it burn

Old, but I'm not that old

Young, but I'm not that bold

A/N: So… what do you think? Are you happy that Finn and Rachel have finally talked their issues through? What about the re-proposal? What do you think Rachel will say?

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