This one is an argument between them, well sort of an argument. You have to read to find out really. :) Takes place during 2016.

Enjoy!

Finn whistled to himself as he made his way up the stairs to his apartment. It was getting pretty late and he was ready to enjoy a night just watching the TV, as he hadn't done that in so long, mainly due to the fact that Rachel says too much television is bad for him, but she'd have to deal with it tonight. Besides, there was a game on tonight, and it would be payback for her making him watch so many musicals. He reached for the door handle, finding it unlocked, thus making him prepare himself for informing her of the night he'd planned. She'd object, of course, though he'd have to put his foot down. Sometimes a guy just needs time to do guy things. What he found in the apartment shocked him, and worried him at the same time. All the furniture had been covered in old, raggedy sheets, dragged to the middle of the room, whilst there was a huge pair of ladders beside the wall, about five tins of paint at the legs. He felt himself frown, glancing around for Rachel and wondering why on Earth she'd bought them. Wouldn't she tell him if she was going to do something like this? Just as he was thinking that, she came from the kitchen, dressed in a pair of shorts, and an average T-shirt, not something he was used to seeing.

"Finn," she grinned, putting down the huge paintbrush that was currently in her hand, and heading over to give him a kiss. Though he stood there, dumbfound.

"What's going on Rach?"

She hesitated before replying, smiling hopefully,"I'm redecorating! The old décor needed to be drastically changed. I mean, I can't believe we've had it for almost two years. Can you? It was nice and everything, but I thought that we needed to put our mark on the apartment, you know, make it our own."

"I- erm," he ran his hand through his hair, still trying to take it all in, the words slipping out," I just wanted to watch TV."

"What?" Rachel frowned.

He panicked, realising that he must have sounded like an idiot," Why didn't you tell me? I was kinda hoping to just have a quiet night in. It's been pretty hectic at work."

"Oh, well, I thought that you'd like the idea..." she said, a little disappointed. Her head tilted downwards slightly and the frown remained. Finn immediately felt bad," No, it's not that Rach. I do like it, really. It's just, you should have told me. Don't get upset."

Rachel shot him a look," I'm not upset. Why would I be? You're only making a point."

"But you're doing that voice."

"What voice?" her head whipped around from where she was pouring some red paint into a tray, looking suddenly angry.

"The one where you're upset, or mad. Have I made you mad?" Finn went straight to the point, feeling he should get the question out of the way as quickly as possible. She shook her head quickly, returning her attention back to the paint. She's mad, he thought, inwardly sighing. He walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his head on her shoulder," Look, whatever I said, I'm sorry."

"What part of I'm not mad don't you get!" she growled ins frustration, shrugging him away.

Finn felt himself frown, his eyes lingering over her," Is this one of those girl things when they say that they're not mad, but they really are? Or are you really okay? Or maybe you're just a little touchy. It's not that thing, is it? What does Puck call it? PMS?"

"Finn!" she shouted, glaring at him," Just leave it okay?"

He wondered when things had become so heated. All he'd said was that he'd wanted to watch the TV...

Maybe it was him, or maybe she was overreacting. Yeah, Rachel overreacted all the time. It was sort of just her personality. Finn decided that it would be best just to let her calm down a little, though didn't exactly know what he could do, as all the furniture was covered up. So he just watched her, slowly painting the wall carefully, her eyes concentrating on doing it perfectly. When she noticed him staring at her, she began to speak," Why don't you go in the bedroom Finn?"

That hurt him. She wanted him to go away?" Is this because of the argument?"

"It wasn't an argument," she corrected him," It was a misunderstanding."

"It sure sounded like one to me," he mumbled, knowing that she'd heard it as her whole body seemed to tense up, and she refused to look at him," It's okay though. Every couple had fights. You should hear Puck and Quinn sometimes. I guess we just have to accept them. We're likely to have them 'cause I know I'm pretty slow with things and you sometimes ..."

He trailed off, catching the glare that was being sent in his direction. If looks could kill, he'd be six feet under by now. Me and my big mouth Finn frowned, unsure of what was going to happen.

"I what?" she demanded to know, clutching the paintbrush in her hand even tighter.

"Nothing," Finn squirmed, heading to the bedroom, but her voice forced him to turn around.

"Say it Finn," she ordered bluntly.

With a sigh, he did as she said," You might overreact a bit." Like right now.

She gave him that look, breathing deeply and slowly as though trying to contain her anger. Her eyes narrowed at him," I do not over react!"

"Calm down. It's not even a bad thing Rach," Finn tried to regain some credibility, but she was having none of it. He had taken a step towards her unintentionally and soon they were standing close again.

"Just go to the bedroom," she said, sounding deflated, keeping her head locked down.

"No," he felt himself whisper. Rachel tensed up, unsure of the emotions that were all mixed around inside her body at that very moment," Finn, go or I'll ... I'll."

He found himself smiling at the uncertainty in her voice, confident that she wouldn't do anything," Or you'll what?"

Was that a challenge? She thought, glancing up at him. In an instant, Rachel had grabbed some of the paint from the tray, splatting it onto the his cheek. He gasped, hand flinching onto it and he could now see the redness seeping onto his fingers. Looking down at Rachel, she was trying to hide a grin, hand ( the one that wasn't covered in paint ) held over her mouth. Letting a small laugh escape his lips, before grabbing the tray and tipping the entire contents on top of her head, causing her to give out a small squeak, unable not to laugh. She felt the gloopy substance falling down her shoulders and back. Her hand reached for the next tin, which was thankfully already open, reaching up to pour it over him. However, being so small, she couldn't fully reach him and his hands grasped her, attempting to tilt the tin in her direction. With as much force as possible, she forced it to fall on top of him. He stared down at her, a smirk on his lips," You're going to regret that."

When he grabbed the next tin, she fled backwards, hiding behind the ladder as he scooped up a handful of the deep purple paint, throwing it in her direction. She screamed as it hit her, exploding into a fit of giggles.

Soon, the couple were both multicoloured, the apartment a complete mess. Rachel and Finn lay on the floor, both unsure of how they had gotten there, bodies entwined. He placed the sweetest of kisses to her lips," Let's not fight again, okay?"

She nodded, looking at the damage it had caused. She dismissed the thought of cleaning up, pulling herself up," I'm gonna go for a shower."

"Maybe I should join you," Finn replied with a grin, one which she returned.

I will be writing a second half to A' long night' but you'll have to wait for it :) Reviews are always welcomed.