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Rachel rolled over in bed, her eyes still closed as she reached out to the spot next to her. Her fiancé's warm body wasn't there, but she had a feeling that she knew exactly where he was.

Rachel forced her eyes open, squinting against the early morning sunlight. Sure enough, Finn was pacing at the foot of the bed. In nothing but his boxers, he moved back and forth and dragged his hands through his perpetually messy hair.

(Okay, so Rachel knew that Finn was currently freaking out. But she couldn't stop herself from appreciating Finn's half naked form. Her man was hot.)

Rachel sat up and tugged the blankets up around her shoulders to ward off the cold. "Finn," she murmured. As soon as he heard her voice, he stopped moving and stood at the foot of the bed. "Come back to bed."

Finn made a noise in the back of his throat and turned again, making his way to the other side of the bedroom. Rachel sighed and tried to comb her fingers through her knotted hair. She shifted towards the end of the bed and reached a hand out, catching his fingers with hers.

"Finn," she repeated. "Come on."

He turned towards her and sighed. "What if—"

"No. Stop it." Rachel rose up on her knees and adjusted the blanket around her body. "There is no 'what if.' Your music store will open tomorrow and it will be fine. Nothing is going to go wrong." Seeing that Finn was still appeared a little unsure, Rachel added, "And besides, Kurt will probably explode if anything happens."

That finally got Finn to chuckle, and he sank down onto the bed next to Rachel. She settled behind him and began to rub his shoulders, allowing him to relax further.

"You've been working towards this for years, and it's all ready. It's going to be amazing, Finn. You already have a full schedule of students who want lessons. This is your dream, Finn, and it's coming true."

Finn looked over his shoulder with that half smile that never failed to make Rachel's heart skip a beat. "I love you."

Rachel sent a slow smile his way and suddenly tugged on his shoulders, pulling him back onto the mattress. Rachel giggled at the surprised look on her fiancé's face as she climbed over him, slinging her leg over his waist. Rachel let the blankets fall away from her body and pressed her hands to his chest.

"Do you believe me now?"

Finn's eyes darkened and his lips turned up in a smirk. "Yes."

"Will you stop freaking out?"

His large hands slid up her thighs, and his fingers dipped forward to rub along the inside. "Yes."

"And you won't wake up in the middle of the night and pace anymore?"

Surprising Rachel, Finn suddenly flipped her underneath him. With his eyes twinkling, he said, "I won't. But only because I can think of something better to do when I can't sleep."

Rachel worked her way around the people milling about the music store. She laughed when she saw Kurt directing Santana and Puck with fixing the opening banner above the window. Both of them looked as if they were about to maim Kurt, but Rachel figured that he didn't need her help. She was more concerned with getting to her fiancé, anyway.

Finn was at the counter, talking with some of the kids he would be giving music lessons to. Finn would be teaching drums, Puck would be doing guitar, Mike Chang would be teaching piano, and Blaine would be doing lessons with extra instruments. Rachel even volunteered to do voice lessons in her spare time whenever there was a student interested.

All of Finn's freak-outs had been for nothing. His professors had given him excellent recommendations and helped him get all the instruments that he needed. Due to several internships, Finn already had a decent client base as well, and they were glad to take lessons at the music store.

Looking over the heads of the kids, Finn caught Rachel's eye and smiled. Rachel waited until the kids dispersed before she made her way over to the counter. She slid her arms around Finn's waist and stretched up onto her tiptoes, her lips seeking his for a kiss. He kissed her tenderly, unable to keep the grin off of his lips.

"See?" Rachel said when she pulled away. "You had absolutely nothing to worry about."

Finn chuckled. "Just remember that the next time you spaz about an audition."

"Finn Hudson!" Rachel gasped dramatically. "I do not spaz!"

He hugged her tightly, lifting her up and spinning her around. "Sure you don't, Rach. Sure you don't."

I like the idea of Finn having his own music store and being able to teach in that capacity. And I could so see Rachel staying up all night with him trying to stop him from worrying.