Sup! I know you guys are probably anticipating for this chapter, so I decided to write this one so that I don't leave you hanging.

As for the other stories, I'm posting the next chapter of talking to the moon, which is probably gonna be the longest one ever, so stay tuned for that!

Anyways, enjoy this chapter!

"It's the most wonderful time of the year..." Rachel sang softly along with the radio as she helped her best friend's mother set the table for breakfast.

"You have a beautiful voice, honey." Complimented Carole as she handed her the glass plates. She smiled meekly at her.

"Thank you, Ms. Hudson."

She shook her head and smiled. "Oh please, call me Carole. Ms. Hudson makes me sound too old." She giggled.

"Hey, Rachel can you do me a favor?" She asked, grabbing her arm gently. She nodded.

"Puck and Finn are very deep sleepers and I need Finn to go out and get more eggs at the supermarket. Can you wake them up for me? Those two will sleep through the world ending, I swear." She rolled her eyes and Rachel laughed.

"Sure."

"Thank you."

As she got to Puck's door first, she knocked before walking in slowly after she didn't get a response.

"Noah?" She whispered. When she got to the bed, she nudged him, only making him snore louder. She frowned. How the hell is she going to get him up? Smirking at an idea, she leaned towards him and spoke softly in his ear.

"Puck." She imitated Quinn's voice. "It's time to wake up."

He groaned. "Babe, just five more minutes." Mumbled Puck as he shifted to the other side. Sighing, she leaned closer and cringed, getting prepared for his reaction.

"NOAH, WAKE UP!" Startled, the mohawked boy fell off the other side of the bed, the brunette watching on in hysterical laughter.

"What the fu-" He looked up and saw Rachel, who looked sheepish, and glared.

"You little…"

"You love me." She grinned, shrugging. "Carole made breakfast downstairs, so I strongly suggest you get some before Finn wakes up." Nodding, but still leering, he trudged out the guest room door, growling at her giggles. Sighing, she moved next door, which was where Finn slept.

Walking into his room, she was stricken with so many things that signified his personality. From Journey posters, to an old record player in the corner of the room, he had everything. Though she would've loved to explore more in his room, she continued to do what she was asked, so she started tip-toeing towards his bed.

Mildly loud snores echoed through the room, and the brunette found slight drool trailing the corner of his slightly agape mouth. She giggled before leaning down and talking softly to him.

"Finn, it's time to get up." She shook him gently, but all she got was a slight groan.

"Your mom wants you to come down for breakfast."

"Justfivemoreminutesbaby." He mumbled incoherently, turning his head away from her. Ignoring the term of endearment, she smiled and shook his body slightly again, whispering in his ear.

"Come on, it's Christmas Eve. Don't you want to spend as much time with your family as possible?" That woke him up, because he pulled his head up and wiped his eyes, yawning. She smiled.

"See? That wasn't that ba-" she didn't get to finish because she was pulled into bed with him, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

"You thought you could get away?" He croaked through his sleepy voice.

The petite diva laughed. "I could've got ice water to wake you up, so take this as a lucky shot." A deep chuckle vibrated against her back, for they were in a spooning position. Letting go of her, he sat up, his eyes still glassy from sleep and his hair unruly.

"So what did you say again?" He asked.

"Carole wanted you to go out and get more eggs, since she only had two." He nodded and smirked at her.

"But only under one condition." When she looked at him questioningly, he responded, "You go with me."

Setting her lips in a straight line, she said, "Fine" before spotting his now crusty drool once again. Grabbing a tissue from his nightstand, she reached for the corner of his mouth and softly said, "Here, you've got some drool right…there." As she wiped it off slowly, Finn stared at her in awe before grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on it. Blushing, she put her hand down from his face and smiled.

"Let's go get some eggs then."

"So what are our plans for today?" Finn shrugged and gave a side glance at her for a second.

"Honestly, I don't know. Kurt's usually the one that fusses over stuff like that. I heard that we still have a few more decorations left to put up and Kurt's got a bunch of Christmas movies to watch today and tomorrow." She nodded.

They were driving at a normal speed, the streets pretty clear due to the holiday season. As they stopped at a stoplight, Finn turned towards her and pointed at something.

"See that building over there? That was my high school."

"Really?" The brunette turned to look at the large building that spelled ''McKinley High" on it. She imagined a lanky teenage boy around Finn's hight, entering and leaving the school everyday.

"Wow, " she whispered once the light changed and they continued down the street.

When they got to the supermarket, the first thing they saw were Christmas cookies.

"Ooh Finn! We can make sugar cookies!" He frowned and looked at her, a slight grin on his face.

"I thought we already had cookies, silly?" Finally realizing it, she nodded, her shoulders drooping dejectedly.

"Well, I can still make my famous banana bread and you can help me!" Her excitement returned instantly as her small frame jumped up and down.

When she caught him looking unsure, she pouted, grabbing his arm and leaning in. "Please?" Staring into her brown orbs, he easily relented, which made her hug him tight.

After getting eggs, eggnog, more sparkling cider, and the ingredients needed for the banana bread, they left the supermarket and headed back to the Hudmel's house.

"Hey Rachel?"

"Yeah?" She poked her head from the kitchen and looked at Kurt.

"Can you put this last decoration up for me?" He handed her a leafy green decoration that had two red berries on it. "Just hang it in the door frame of the front house for me?" Nodding, she did what was asked and walked towards the front door, only to find one problem:

She was way too short.

"Finn!" She called out. "Finn, I need your help!"

"Yeah?" He appeared behind her from the kitchen and asked, "What is it?"

She turned towards him and grinned meekly. "Kurt wanted me to hang this decoration up, but I can't…reach." Smiling at her adorableness, he said softly, "Sure Rach."

As both of them neared the doorframe of the entrance of the house, Finn placed the decoration on the door frame with ease.

"There we g-" he stopped his sentence when he realized exactly what the decoration was.

A mistletoe. They were under a mistletoe.

"Damn it, Kurt!" He turned towards his co-worker who watched on with a sly smirk on his face.

Rachel remained confused. "Wait, what's wrong?"

Finn sighed. "Rachel, the decoration you asked me to put up was a mistletoe." Her expression changed from confusion to understanding once she realized what it was. Blush started to sprout on her cheeks.

"Well don't just stand there," Kurt laughed out, motioning between the two adults. "Kiss."

Turning towards her, Finn leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on the brunette's burning cheek.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I must've not have told you guys the definition of a mistletoe and what it means." Kurt pulled out his phone and searched it, clearing his throat before saying, "Oxford Dictionaries says that "a custom of kissing woman under the mistletoe prevails in many places." You might as well kiss on the lips and get it over with." Rolling his eyes, Finn turned towards Rachel and sighed.

"Rach, you know we don't have to do this, right?" He whispered. She shook he head.

"I told you I wanted to learn the Christmas tradition, right? This is how I'll learn." She smiled reassuringly at him and said softly, "It's okay."

Taking a deep breath, the people greeter did just that and leaned in, catching his breath right before their lips touched.

Magic. Magic is what it felt like for Finn Hudson. The soft cushion of Rachel's lips sent tingles down his spine. Though both of them were hesitant, the brunette deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. As they were fully immersed in their kissing, the giant savored the wonderful flavor of cherry lipgloss on her lips.

Rachel couldn't believe this was happening. She wanted to pinch herself to see if this was real, but she was too immersed in the mind-numbing lip lock session to do so. She sighed in contentment as they continued, both completely oblivious to Kurt, who had his mouth agape, it soon being covered with his hand.

A clearing of the throat broke them apart. Blushing and gasping for breath, Finn and Rachel found that it was Kurt, who was trying his best not to look too amused by their short make out session.

"Well," he finally says after a moment of awkward silence. "That was a great way of showing her the Christmas tradition, Finn!" He laughed when he received a glare from his friend. Finn shook his head, beginning to walk past him.

"Whatever, Kurt."

That left Rachel at the entrance of the door, as she touched her fingertips on her lips, her dying wish to feel his against hers once more.

"Okay, you put the flour in the- Finn! Stop eating all the banana's!" She snatched the half eaten fruit from her best friend's hands.

"Sorry if I like to eat fruit," He said sarcastically through a full mouth. Carole laughed quietly from around the corner as she watched the two bake.

"Just, please, save some for the actual dessert." Finn rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Now what did you want me to do again?" Rachel handed him a measuring cup of flower.

"Just put this in the bowl and mix it for me, please?" Nodding, he did what was asked before smirking mischievously. Carole knew that look. Her son was up to something.

Reaching into the bag of flour, Finn grabbed a handful of the powdery substance, dropping it on the brunette head once she turned her back to him. Gasping, Rachel turned back towards him.

"Finn!" The giant doubled over in laughter before a wet substance on his head stopped him. Looking down, he spotted a broken egg in her small hand, a smirk prominent through the heavy layer of flour on her face.

"Ha! Got you, egghead!"

"Egghead? Let's see who's the egghead now!" Reaching behind her, he broke one on her head, the yoke sliding down her face, eventually falling to the ground. Gasping again, she looked up slowly at him through her drenched bangs.

"It's on, Hudson." In an instant, ingredients such as cinnamon, sugar, baking powder and yeast flew at them as laughter echoed through the spacious kitchen. Carole laughed softly and shook her head at the thought of how much they would have to clean when they're done before turning around and walking away.

Grabbing the laughing brunette, Finn took her in his arms and yelled, "Gotcha!" Turning her around, Finn brushed a strand of hair behind her ear before wiping a hint of cinnamon off of her nose with the pad of his thumb. Time seemed to slow down as they caught their breaths and stared into each other's eyes.

Finn grinned at her. "You've got a pretty nose." She scoffed at this.

"No I don't. It's ugly-"

"Stop." He shook his head and frowned. "You're beautiful. The little details you have on your face make you eclectic...unique." He gave her a lopsided grin. She blushed as he leaned his forehead against hers.

"Don't talk down about yourself, okay?" He said softly, gazing lovingly into her eyes. Nodding slightly, she whispered a "Yes," as he leaned even closer, their lips brushing just slightly.

"Jeez guys, what's taking so long?" They barely got a peck out before Puck walked in, a glass of white wine in his hand. Finn laughed nervously through the abrupt interruption.

"White wine man, really? I thought you were more of a Jack Daniels fan."

"Your mom wanted to be "more in season"." He air quoted the sentence before looking at them with narrowed eyes. "Now what the hell happened in here?" He motioned towards the two who were covered in the ingredients that were also splattered in the kitchen. Puck rose his eyebrows at their embraced position.

"Uh..." The said in unison, pulling apart slowly. Finn scratched the back of his neck while Rachel bit her lip.

Finding no other answer, she shrugged and said, "We were baking!"

Shaking his head and smirking, Puck said, "Whatever. Just to let you know, we're gonna start watching movies in the living room, so clean this shit up and come over." Laughing, he turned around and left, leaving them in their bemused position as they laughed quietly.

"Finn, stop hogging all the blankets."

"I'm not!" Finn whisper shouted, as Rachel tugged the blanket from them. The whole group was watching 'Elf' in the family room and had to share a share furniture with each other. By the time Rachel and Finn finished cleaning the kitchen, the couch was full, so they had sit on the loveseat.

So that's where they sat uncomfortably as they played tug of war with the wool blanket. With a final tug of the blankets, Finn sighed.

"You know what? I have an idea. C'mere." Hesitantly, Rachel got up from the seat and stood there a second, confused before Finn suddenly pulled her onto his lap, putting the blanket over them instantly. Jumping slightly at the new position, the brunette tensed up.

"You okay?" He whispered. Nodding slightly, she mutters, "Yeah."

He sensed her nervousness and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "If you feel uncomfortable, we don't have to sit this way. I just figured it would allow us both to have the blanket." He exclaims in a hushed voice. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down her spine. She nodded.

"I-It's fine." She tried relaxing on his lap and watch the movie, both of them oblivious to the others, who watched with knowing looks on their faces.

Throughout the movie, things became comfortable, Rachel leaning into Finn more whenever Will Farrell said something funny. But by the time they were in the middle of "Christmas Vacation", the group decided to turn in for the night.

"Guys, look." Everyone turned to look where Kurt was pointing, finding both Finn and Rachel asleep, cuddled together in the love seat. The petite diva was curled on his lap, clutching his shirt while Finn had his arms tight around her as if she'd disappear.

"Aww..." Carole cooed. Puck made a gagging noise with his mouth in which Burt laughed at.

"Ugh. Let's all go to bed before I throw up Berry's banana bread." Standing up, Puck took a picture of the couple before smirking and retreating up the stairs, Kurt following.

Walking slowly towards the two, Carole adjusted the blanket on them, kissing their foreheads before walking to her room with Burt.

The first thing he noticed was the sunlight streaming from the window across from him. Squinting his eyes, Finn looked down, spotting a head of brunette hair laying against his chest.

Rachel.

A rush of what happened the day before filled his mind and he caught himself grinning like a lovesick fool. The kiss, the food fight, grocery shopping, all of those events from yesterday enlightened something in him, he realizes it now. He's falling for her, hard, and he doesn't know how to slow it down before he ends up landing on his face. Chuckling when she tugged his shirt lightly as she wiggled in his lap, Finn gently ran a hand through her hair, craning his neck down to smell the wonderful scent of cucumber melon shampoo. Glancing at the clock on the cable box, he noticed the time was eight o'clock. He smiled even wider.

"Rach," He gently shook the girl. "Rach, it's Christmas. You've got to wake up."

"Mmm, daddy can I have vegan pancakes for breakfast?" He chuckled at her response as he watched her pick her head off his chest and rub her eyes.

"Now, what is this about pancakes you were talking about?" He teased. She just gave him a confused look which made him laugh even louder.

"Huh?"

"Nothing." He shook his head and looked around the room. "Uh...I guess we fell asleep here."

Nodding, she says in a husky tone, "Yeah."

Awkward silence filled the air for a moment before Rachel's mood brightened abruptly, turning around to look at him excitedly.

"Finn, it's Christmas!" He laughs at her reaction before nodding and gently placing her off his lap. Blush engulfs her cheeks.

"Why don't we wake up the others, eh? They won't know what hit him." He grinned mischievously and wiggled his eyebrows comically. "You in?"

She looked unsure and wrung her hands. "I don't know. I wouldn't want to be interrupted if I were asleep." Nodding in understanding, he said, "You're right."

"Why don't we watch the rest of the movie we didn't finish last night and wait for them to wake up." Giving her a lopsided smile, he nodded and reached for the DVD player, resuming the film. Two Minutes into watching, Rachel giggled. Quirking an eyebrow and grinning, the people greeter looked at her.

"What's so funny, soldier?"

"This is probably the first time I've seen you up this early without complaining."

Sighing and shaking his head, he agreed which made her giggle more.

"You're right. I don't know, I just always loved Christmas. Now, I don't know if it's just the decorations, music or family time, but this holiday's always been my favorite. And now that I've got my family back," he shrugged. "It just makes it even better, you know?" She nodded at his explanation.

"Well, I am honored to share this wondrous time with you." He grinned at her, before wrapping his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close and kissing her head.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." He whispered, surprising her. Turning back towards the movie, both young adults tried to ignore the frantic beating if their hearts after that admission.

"I mean, I don't even know how they got it messed up! I precisely ordered Blaine the blue bow tie with red piping, not a red bow tie with blue piping!" Kurt huffed as he crossed his arms at the dining room table.

Puck rolled his eyes and raised his hand. "Is anyone else zoned out by this conversation?" He looked at Kurt. "No offense Petunia."

"So Kurt," Rachel sighed, her eyebrows raised. "you and Blaine have gotten pretty close lately." A round of oohs circled around the table...well...for the exception of Burt.

"I don't like this guy."

"You don't know him," Kurt scoffed at his father.

He shrugged. "I don't have to meet him to know that I don't like him, you know."

The fashion icon rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"What's so amazing is that almost everyone at work is dating each other." Rachel continued, beaming. "Just think about it, Puck and Quinn, Santana and Brittany, Artie and Tina, Kurt and Blaine-"

"Blaine and I aren't dating," Kurt protested.

"And Quinn and I aren't together yet." Puck retorted.

Carole rose her eyebrows. "Yet?"

"And It wouldn't matter anyways." Kurt dismissed. "Just because a few of us may have been on at least one date with each other doesn't mean-"

"Wait, you went on a date with the guy?!" Burt's face started turning red. Kurt sighed frustratingly and turned to glare at the two across from him, hissing, "See what you've guys done now?"

"Plus, the last time I checked, the only ones getting disgustingly close were you too." Puck gestured between Finn and Rachel. "The kiss in the kitchen? Yeah, I know all about that!" Finn and Rachel's faces turned crimson, both of their mouths agape.

"Dude you are so out of line!"

"Takes one to know one." He retorted back. Kurt snickered from beside him.

"Alright guys, cut it out." Burt chided. "It doesn't matter who's dating who and if you guys are, I'm pretty sure you would tell us. Now, we need you guys to listen because Carole and I have an announcement to make." Glancing at his girlfriend, he gave her a nod to continue.

"Well..." She looked up from her lap and addressed the group. "...you guys know how Burt and I have gotten close, right?"

"Not until last visit." Finn grumbled, biting into his bacon. The giant let out an "Ow!" before looking at an "innocent" Rachel who looked at his mom expectantly.

"Anyways, I'm just gonna cut to the chase." She pulled her hands off her lap and slammed the left one slightly on the table, the other hand displayed in front of the others as she beamed. "He proposed! He proposed!"

"WHAT?!" Kurt and Finn abruptly stood from the table, pushing their chairs away.

"Guys, I'm pretty sure she meant what she just said. Look." Puck pointed from his seat at the small piece of jewelry wrapped around the ecstatic mother's ring finger.

Kneeling in, Rachel's eyes widened when she spotted just that on the lady's finger.

"Guys, sit down so we can explain, please..." Burt motioned them to sit and once they did, he cleared his throat. "So, I think you all noticed that I'm not really a romantic, but this time, I decided to do something special. So I took her to the tire shop, where we first met, and I was all dressed in a tux-"

"-that could've gotten dirty?!" Kurt screeched.

"As I was saying..." Burt continued giving a pointed look to his son, "...I took her to the shop where the older cars were located." Reaching next to him, Burt grabbed Carole's hand as the shared a small smile. "And I grabbed her hand and said, 'Usually when I fix anything car related, whether it's a muffler, oil or tire change, I fail to realize the significance of it, what it really means. Life's a ride, that's for sure. You hit bumps on the road, potholes, stop lights, and turns. The road is believed to be a maze, really. But there's one thing out of this sick mind twisted road that never changes. The car that travels." He looked straight into her eyes and never lost contact as he said, "I'm willing to go on that journey with you. Yes, they'll be times when you need to stop and get things fixed at the Tire shop, and yes, they'll be times that some dents and damages can't be fixed. But I want to grow old with her. My motto is 'you'll never know how good something is until you try'. Just like these worn out, decrepit vehicles, I'm willing to go on with you, and stay that way, until the day I die.' After that I got in one knee and asked her. It still hasn't sunk in that she said yes. But I'm so glad that she did." He reached over and kissed Carole's now damp cheek, sniffles heard throughout the the room as Kurt and Rachel also tried to wipe their tears at his beautiful speech.

Finn could feel his eye twitching. It's something he noticed that happens when he's tense. His mom's getting married...again. He's gonna have a new step-father. Wait, then that means...

"Kurt's gonna be my step-brother?!" His voice cracks abnormally which makes him sound crazy. As if Kurt realizes it too, his eyes widen.

"Oh my god."

"I know this is a big change, guys," Burt says finally. "But I'm willing to work until things ar-"

"We've got to start planning now!" The Walmart clothing specialist stood up from his seat.

"We've got to look over venues, bridal dresses, invitations-" he gasped, beaming at his future step-mother. "Oh Carole we're gonna have a blast planning this wedding!" Reaching down to hug her, Rachel soon gets up from her seat and embraces the older lady as well, both if them talking animatedly about the proposal and other stuff. Finn can't believe it; he's frozen still.

"Honey?" He looks at his mom who smiles at him, her eyes sparkling. "C'mon, be happy for me."

"I'm am mom," he gives her a semi-convincing smile before dropping it as soon as she turns back towards Kurt, who's already looking up bridal magazine orders in his phone.

To be honest, he doesn't know what to feel.

"Ooh! Kurt how did you know I have a whole collection!" Rachel squeals as she pulls out this old boxing glove that looks like it's been through hell and back.

Kurt smiles, "Oh, something just told me you were that kind of fan girl. I love Barbra in "The Main Event"." He winked. "When I gave Blaine the entire collection of the Star Wars comics, he practically did a set of round offs on the sidewalk of my apartment."

"Rachel, honey thank you for the knitting set. It was just what I needed," the mother gushed. Rachel beamed.

"And thanks for the tool set, Rachel. It was just what I needed," Burt added.

"You're welcome. Both of you." She says, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Okay, my turn again." Carole ripped her present open eagerly as a full set of form fitting clothes lay on her lap. She rose an eyebrow and looked at the boy across from her.

"Kurt?"

"You got it sweetheart." He winked. As Carole got up and kissed him on the cheek gratefully, Finn rubbed his hands together and reached for the closest gift of his. Opening it up as fast as he can, he finds two wooden drumsticks. He frowned.

"What the..."

Rachel leaned into his side and whispered, "read the side of it." Doing just that, Finn found his name embedded in the red sticks, which confused him even more. It wasn't until Rachel handed him her phone and showed a picture of a all-so-familiar instrument in his apartment that he understood. He sucked in a breath, slowly turning his head to look at the smiling brunette.

He pointed to himself, saying, "I-Is this mine?" She nodded eagerly. Intense feelings swirled inside of his head, the corners of his eyes tearing up.

"Well, what is it?" Kurt asks abruptly. Silently, Rachel hands him the phone, and once he see's the picture, he smiles.

"Oh, what a wonderful gi-" He doesn't get to finish, since Finn's already stood up from the couch, making his way up the stairs.

'Knock, knock.'

"Come in." The door creaks open as the giant tried his best to wipe at his tears quickly.

"Hey," she says softly, sitting next to him at the side of his bed. He sighs, playing with the drumsticks that were placed in his lap.

"What happened down there?" She finally asks. "Di- Did I do something wrong?" He shook his head quickly at this, looking up at her for good measure. That's when she notices his bloodshot eyes and red nose.

"No, uh..." He rubs his hands on his pants before looking up at her directly. "Rachel, remember when I told you that I wanted to be a music teacher? To teach kids and stuff?" Frowning, she nodded.

"Yeah."

"Well, though I knew how to play the drums, I never actually owned the instrument."

She stared at him blankly. "What?" He sighed and looked down at his lap again.

"When I was seven, I started um, having a interest for the drums. I always wanted one, but my mom couldn't afford it, so on the way home from school, I would always pass this music shop. The owner, Rodney, caught me eyeing one of his drum sets one year and offered me lessons, for free." He sniffled, "From then on, I would always go to his store and practice, since I knew I would be able to anywhere else. Then by my tenth birthday, he gave it to me, free of charge." He smiled slightly, "I was so happy. He was such a cool guy and a role model to me," Then it faltered, "When I was thirteen, Rodney passed away from a heart attack. Ever since then, I was lost. The store closed down and soon became abandoned, leaving my drums and dreams behind with it.

What I'm saying Rachel is that...you buying me a drum set, my first real drum set, is most nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." His eyes filled up slowly with tears as he tried to speak through his wavering voice, "I thought that I'd never get to play again, but somehow, you made it possible for me to do so." A tear slips down how cheek, but he ignores it, pulling her into a bone crushing hug, rocking back and forth a little bit. Rachel bit her lip as tears also filled her eyes.

"Thank you," He chokes into her shoulder. After a moment of hugging, they pulled apart, Finn suddenly peppering kisses on her nose, cheek and forehead before pulling back, both of them wiping their cheeks.

The brunette shook her head, "No, thank you. Because now I know how truly sentimental a present can be." She reached up and kissed his cheek, both of them sniffling.

The people greeter laughed awkwardly and cleared his throat, "Okay, emotions aside, I guess I can give you your present now." Rachel giggled at his comical expression as he eagerly stood up from his bed and walked towards his closet, returning with a box neatly wrapped with a silver bow on it. Sitting down, he handed it to her, his other hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Uh, I know you like, love to stay organized, so I uh, got you a-"

"Planner!" She finished. It was a golden colored planner that held all of the dates for the next year, gold star stickers added with a motivational quote for each week.

"How the hell did you get this?!" She asked, "I've been looking for this for years!" She opened the notebook and marveled at the organized printing. Finn blushed.

"Um, there's something else at the bottom of the box," he exclaims quietly. Frowning, Rachel reached into the box and found a smaller one with the same design.

Finn gently takes the box from her small shaking hands, "I thought this would be a little better than some lame notebook, "opening it delicately, the Walmart employee revealed a golden star necklace. Rachel gasps.

There's small studded diamonds traced around the piece of jewelry, displaying its significance. She cursed herself quietly for her eyes tearing up for the second time that night.

Unclasping the necklace, he motioned her to turn around, "I know you like working at Walmart and you claim that there's no other place you'd rather be working at, but let's face it Rachel, you're better than all of all of us," she turned back around when he finished. He grabbed her hands and stared into her eyes, "You're a star, and you need to shine, don't forget that." Looking into his chestnut eyes, Rachel found trust, honesty, and almost admiration in them. Acting on instinct, she reached up and pressed her lips against his.

Taken aback, Finn sat still for a second before relaxing and deepening the this really happening? Was she dreaming? She didn't think she was when she wrapped her arms around her neck and felt the small curls of his dark brown hair between her fingers.

Gently pushing her back, they laid down on the bed, Finn now above her. While neither of them broke their kiss, Finn took the time to just savor the moment, and her. Nothing in the world could make him as happy as he was.

Breaking off for a second, Finn moved down to her neck, placing small kisses there, the ticklish feeling causing Rachel to giggle.

"Finn," she husks out.

"Hmm?"

"Can we-can we stop for a second?" Nodding into her neck, she swears she hears him mumble, "sure baby" in the softest tone ever. Blushing at what they did, she's left confused as gets off of her and lays on his back beside her.

"Favorite celebrity?"

"Barbra Streisand. You?"

"Ben Affleck." Rachel sat up slightly in surprise and gaped at him.

"Really?" They were still laying on Finn's bed Rachel laying on top of him, her head on his chest. Their hands stayed intertwined as they played twenty questions, but to be honest, to Rachel it sounded more like thirty questions.

Finn nodded, "Yeah. It's too bad that him and Jennifer Garner broke up."

"Yeah," she relaxed and lay back down, "they were a good couple." She shivered when she felt his other hand rub circles on her back.

After a few questions and jokes between the two on the bed, sleepiness engulfed them.

Rachel yawns, "I'm about to fall asleep any second now." Finn looks down at her. "Me too," he agrees. A moment of silence remains in the room, with the exception of the clock on Finn's wall that was ticking rhythmically.

"Hey Rach?"

"Yeah?" She slurs.

Finn gulps and runs his hand through her hair, "w-what are we exactly? I mean, I really like you, and I don't know if you do either, and I-" a soft snore from below him stops his little confession. Looking down, he spots Rachel passed out, small puffs of air escaping her small mouth. Chuckling, Finn kisses her head and sighs.

"What in the world am I going to do with you, Rachel Berry?"

There that was a long chapter! It's a gift from me to you, since I haven't updated in awhile.

There's a little Finchel there, but the next chapter will be centered on Walmart, and the rest of the staff's doings, since I feel like I left them out for some reason. Don't worry, they will be mentioned though!

Again, keep up with the reviews! They only make me a better writer!
Love ya!

~Vikki3775