A/N: I'm writing this WAY too late and I apologize. I got caught up in a lot of other things and I have been neglecting this. Far too long.


It was happening. Finn was doing this and he was doing it right. In all honesty, Finn didn't think he should be so nervous about this, but it was a huge commitment and turning point in their relationship that represented forever and- okay, maybe it was something to be nervous about. Other people may say things early, but when Finn commits and opens himself up to someone, it's a big deal and is not to be taken lightly. After dating Rachel for quite some time now, Finn realized that she was the same way.

Therefore, yes, Finn was freaking out a little.

Shaking himself out of his inner thoughts, Finn nodded his head determinedly and got ready for dinner. Finn was taking Rachel to the most expensive restaurant that he could afford and was planning on taking her for a walk in Central Park after eating. Finn walked into his bedroom and headed towards his closet, remembering the outfit that Kurt and Blaine had picked out for him earlier that day. It was simple enough for Finn, but nice enough for the restaurant. Kurt had picked out the shirt and the major aspects of the outfit while Blaine did the accessories and the things that would make it more laid back and Finn-like.

Finn looked in the mirror after getting dressed and grinned a little. He was dressed in a white-and-black pinstriped shirt underneath a dark blue cotton jacket that buttoned across so that they hid the zipper. He was wearing his favorite dark-washed jeans that Kurt approved of with a white belt that had black designs on it, one of his favorites that Blaine had found in the depths of his closet. Finn also had on his new black Nike sneakers and his favorite pair of Aviators that Blaine had found in his closet. Blaine also persuaded Kurt out of forcing Finn to wear a scarf and a hat, which Finn was thankful for.

Finn brushed his hair down and then gelled it up a little, and then brushed it to the side, and let out a frustrated groan. Kurt overheard his brother's frustration and made his way over to Finn, sighing.

"You will never learn how to make yourself look presentable, will you?" Kurt scolded, but the slight smirk on his face took away the barb in his voice. Finn grinned sheepishly and gestured towards his hair.

"Never. Do you think you could do it for me?" Finn asked.

"You'll have to sit down, Frankenteen." Kurt said, chuckling as he took out some gel and hairspray from his pocket, shoving Finn down with his arm so that the taller boy was seated.

"Alright, now hold still. If I mess this up and end up using all of my hair gel, you're buying me some more. And this stuff is more expensive than the rent on this apartment." Kurt said, fixing his brother's hair. Finn raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"No, but it's 63 dollars and I don't think you can really afford that."


A few blocks away, Rachel was frantically searching through the clothes in her closet. She had been trying to find the perfect outfit for the past hour and every time she tried calling Kurt, he would text her back saying that he was helping Finn. She was losing her mind. Rachel could not look bad for tonight; tonight was the night that she was telling Finn that she loved him. Tonight would change everything.

A knock on the apartment door shook Rachel out of her thoughts.

"Come in," Rachel shouted from her closet. "I'm in the bedroom."

"Do you need- whoa. It looks like you were robbed or something, Rach. Need any help?" Blaine asked as he walked through the door to Rachel's bedroom. There were multiple articles of clothing that coated the floor near the closet. Rachel was sitting in the middle of the heaps, pulling out random things and assessing them.

"I need help." Rachel announced, feeling overwhelmed. Blaine nodded and plopped himself next to Rachel with a grin, picking up a few things and looking at them.

"Where's that yellow dress?" Blaine asked after a few moments of looking at the mountains of clothing. Rachel raised her eyebrows and held up the 13 yellow dresses that she owned. Blaine took one out, as well as finding random jewelry and shoes to make an outfit.

"Here." Blaine said, smiling and laying out the things that he gathered onto Rachel's bed. Rachel stood up and examined them. When she turned to Blaine, she was beaming.

"Thank you so much! I was so frustrated and nervous and I had no clue what to wear." Rachel said, a wave of relief flooding through her. Blaine just nodded and waved, indicating that he was leaving.

"Wear a nude lipgloss and champagne eyeshadow. Don't go too heavy on the eyeliner, but enough to make your eyes pop. Shimmery blush would work the best and define your eyebrows, but not too much. Don't make them stick out, but color them in slightly. If you use bronzer, only use it on your cheekbones and blend it with the blush." Blaine said, waving again. Rachel smiled and nodded.

"Thank you. Are you leaving?"

"My work is done here. Besides, I need to go help Finn and Kurt. I don't want Kurt trying to put your boyfriend in a scarf and a hat again."

Rachel waved and smiled as Blaine exited the apartment and went over to put on her outfit. She was wearing her favorite bright yellow, one-shouldered dress with the cinched waist. Her shoes were a shimmery champagne color and her clutch matched her shoes perfectly. She was wearing shimmery, dangly earrings and her hair was loose and curly. Rachel smiled when she saw the ring that Blaine picked out. It was one that her Papa and Daddy gave to her when she was a senior in high school. It was real rose gold and crafted to look like a rose-gold daisy crown that twisted around her finger. Pleased with her outfit, Rachel headed to the bathroom to fix her makeup.


Finn beamed when he caught sight of his girlfriend as she strolled out of her apartment and into the car. Right when Rachel sat down, Finn leaned across the small amount of space between them and kissed her gently.

"You look beautiful." Finn said softly. Rachel blushed profusely and intertwined their hands, taking in his appearance as Finn drove towards the restaurant.

"So do you. It's a little different, but it's still you. I like the colors that Kurt picked out." Rachel said, grinning.

"What? You don't think I can dress myself?" Finn said playfully. Rachel scoffed.

"Please. I know you can't dress yourself. I have seen your casual outfits and your closet, remember? You own way too much plaid and flannel."

"Look who's talking, kitten sweater!"

"My nana got me that sweater, thank you." Rachel replied, giggling despite herself.

"Rachel, my grandma bought me a Blue's Clues shirt last Christmas. I threw it away immediately."

"I like my kitten sweater."

"It meows."

"It's quite talkative, I agree."

"I always find it funny when you insult my fashion, considering you own a kitten sweater that meows and plays music. Has Kurt seen it?"

"No, and he never will. I don't want him burning a nice sweater."

"I feel like the sweater is going to become possessed and kill Santana in her sleep or something."

"The strangest things run through your mind, I swear."

"You love it."

"I do."

Rachel blushed at the mention of the word love, but hid it by looking out the window and humming to the song on the radio. Finn turned pale as he thought about how nervous he was, once again, but his complexion was normal after a few seconds and Rachel didn't notice, as she was still busy hiding her own skin.

After parking the car, Rachel looked up from the window to see where they were eating and gaped.

"This is the most expensive restaurant on this side of town!" Rachel exclaimed, smiling brightly at Finn, most of her nerves forgotten. Finn shot her his crooked grin and laughed a little.

"Only the best for you." Finn replied. Rachel blushed and stepped out of the car, meeting up with Finn so they could walk in together.

Once inside the restaurant, Finn turned to the greeter - one of Blaine's college friends from his music course last year - and smiled politely.

"Reservations for Hudson?"

"Of course! Right this way," The man replied, smiling and leading them to a table near the back.

The restaurant was fairly quiet, something that Rachel enjoyed. She felt it was more intimate and would offer up the perfect time to say what she needed to say. Then again, maybe she should just wait until after dinner. If she tells him here and he doesn't feel the same, the dinner would be awkward and it costs a lot to make reservations here. So, Rachel decided to tell him on the way home. Not in the car, but after they reached Rachel's apartment.

On the other side of the table, pretending to look through the menu, Finn was internally freaking out. Once the waiter came over and introduced himself, asking them if they wanted anything to drink and suggesting some ridiculously expensive brand of wine, Finn just nodded yes and went back to freaking out. Rachel was staring at him with impressed shock that he could afford it, but he wasn't paying too much attention to that. He was too worried about what was to come.

The dinner went by faster than either of them had expected it to. They actually got back into the usual flow of conversation within a few minutes after receiving their food, and they talked almost the entire time about random things that were going on with everyone and telling stories to each other about their high school days.

It was the after-dinner thing that had Finn worried, and the ride back that had Rachel worried. So, after they were done eating and Finn paid for the food, internally cringing at the prices and thanking Kurt for lending him that extra twenty for the tip, the awkwardness was back and the tension was palpable.

"Are we going home?" Rachel asked as they stepped out of the restaurant. She needed to know if she should prepare herself or not. Finn shook his head.

"I was hoping that we could go on a walk in Central Park. It's not too far away." Finn said, biting his lip. Rachel nodded.

"Of course! It's beautiful out tonight." Rachel said, looking around. Finn nodded.

"It really is."

When Rachel turned her head back to him, she flushed, taking his hand in hers. As their fingers intertwined, she pulled their clasped hands up and traced pattern's on Finn's absentmindedly, smiling slightly and looking at the sky. In that moment, that moment where Rachel looked so happy and carefree, effortlessly beautiful as she was, Finn decided that he couldn't hold it in any longer. He stopped walking, realizing that they were only a few feet from the turn to take to get to Central Park and glancing at the tree beside him, memorizing the sidewalk and it's unique qualities for when/if he told their children this story when they were older, and he pulled Rachel so that she was facing him. Her brown eyes showed confusion, and Finn tucked a piece of hair behind Rachel's ear before saying anything.

"I love you." Finn whispered, a hopeful look on his features. Rachel gasped, and for a moment, Finn thought that this would be the end of them, that Rachel wasn't that serious yet. Just as he was about to pull away and turn around or apologize, he felt Rachel's hands wrap around his neck as she pulled him in, kissing him passionately.

"I love you, too. I was going to tell you tonight, but you did it first, and I was so worried..." Rachel trailed off after pulling away a few minutes later. Finn felt all of the weight that had been on his shoulders disintegrate and he smiled, feeling lighter than air.

"I was going to tell you when we got to Central Park, but I couldn't hold it in. You just looked so beautiful and it seemed like the right time, so I just said it." Finn said. Rachel kissed his cheek softly and took his hand in hers again, leading him towards the car.

"I love you." Rachel said, smiling.

"I love you, too."


A/N: That really shouldn't have taken that long and I apologize. Stupid finals and stupid school. Oh well, I get out tomorrow. I should be writing more often, now.

I'll update this as soon as possible.

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