~*~Chapter Eight: Fina~*~
Day 190
Is it the look in your eyes/Or is it this dancing juice
"Marry You" - by the Glee Cast
Finn's POV -
Ties were like my nemesis or something.
I swear the stupid scraps of silk have something against me. I don't know what; cause it's not like I ever did anything to them, but it's like they hate me.
Groaning, I made sure to take a deep breath and concentrate really hard as I faced the mirror and prepared to turn the hapless silk into a bow for what felt like the thousandth time. Cause, I mean, really it shouldn't be this hard to tie a tie, right? I mean, Kurt said he's been tying ties since he was like three and if a three year old can do it, so can I.
Or maybe I can't.
Again, all I had really done was get my fingers all tangled up. Shaking my head, I asked out loud, "Why can't I just wear it all messy around my neck? I bet that's how James Bond would go to a wedding and nobody would care that his tie was untied. Ugh."
The familiar sound of Tina's bubbly giggles coming from the doorway of my old bedroom caught my attention and I turned away from the mirror. I knew it was corny and I could hear Puck's voice in my head calling me a pussy or asking me when I grew a vagina, but I couldn't help it, seeing her standing there made my breath catch and my heart beat all fast and stuff.
She was always pretty (duh), but today she looked, like, I don't know a different kind of pretty standing there in this floaty kind of ruffly dress with all these little hearts on it and a black bow around her waist. Her hair was done in curls and without any streaks and the heels on her feet made her a few inches taller, I guess; I just liked how her toes sort of peeked out cause they were cute.
Damn Franken-Finn, the imaginary Puck crowed in my head. You really have grown a vagina, haven't you? First it's her freaking knees, now it's her damn toes. Ugh. That's it; I'm hanging with Trouty Mouth and Wheels at this shin-dig of Schue's. You are so not my boy anymore.
"You..." I swallowed as she stepped further into the room, the floaty-ness of her dress swaying all around her knees as she walked. "Look really pretty, like really pretty."
"And you," She teased, giggles bubbling up. "Would look a lot better if you were were wearing your tie. Lucky for you, I know how to tie one."
"You do?" I sputtered as I blinked rapidly. "But y-y-you're a girl."
"Thanks for pointing that out." She remarked, rolling her eyes. "My Dad wears ties all the time and when I was little I wanted to help him get ready for work like my Mom would, so I learned how to tie them. Just be glad it's me who's doing it and not Kurt; he would choke you because you still haven't learned the fine art of tying a tie; let alone a bow tie."
I could feel myself starting to get hot as I watched her bend down to pick up the tie. I couldn't believe I had gone through, like, all of high school without noticing how awesome Tina's ass was. Cause, seriously, even between Rachel and Quinn and losing it to Santana, how could I not have noticed?
Before I knew what was happening, she had the tie in her hands and her arms around my neck. Her nails scraped against the skin my shirt's collar didn't cover up and I shuddered. She was concentrating like I was earlier, but instead of looking like some dork who couldn't tie a tie; she looked all hot and smart, and I could feel myself getting hotter.
Her teeth twisted the skin of her bottom lip and it was hard for me not to think about how that would happen when we would have sex.
Damn, I cursed. Forcing myself too look anywhere but her face, I had no choice but to start thinking about the mailman. I so was not showing up to Mr. Schue and Miss Pillsbury's wedding with a hard-on; that'd be beyond embarrassing. Seriously.
"Done." She murmured proudly as she stood on the tips of her toes to reach my ear. "You clean up good, Frankenteen; really good."
"Yeah?" I breathed my throat suddenly tight and dry.
"Yeah." She confirmed, her breath tickling my ear.
Settling back on her feet, it was like we were having a staring contest. We probably blinked or maybe we didn't, I wasn't sure, all I knew was I couldn't stop staring at her. I had seen pretty girls before and all that, but she was just like, a different pretty today. I couldn't explain it, I just knew there wasn't going to be a prettier girl at the wedding; you know, except for Miss Pillsbury cause – you know – she was the bride and all.
"Oh!" A loud gasp made us jump and turn toward the door where my Mom was standing, this giant smile on her face. "You two look so adorable!"
"Mom!" I groaned, my eyes growing wide at the sight of the camera in her hands.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hummel."
"Don't encourage her." I whispered hotly into Tina's ear, which made her giggle as that bright, happy smile crossed the pink of her perfect lips. "Relax, Finn," She countered. "Let your Mom have her fun; they're just pictures. Now put your arm around me and smile."
Sighing, I rolled my eyes, knowing there was no arguing with either of them. Easily, I brought Tina into my side and it wasn't hard to get caught up in how well she seemed to fit, like she was made to be there or something. She leaned back against me and her smell of jasmine filled up my nose and I breathed it in and it was easy for me to smile as my Mom snapped away.
"Don't you have a step son with a boyfriend to take pictures of?" I questioned after a while, not caring that I sounded like a spoiled little kid.
"You know, Kurt, sweetie, he's a camera hog. If he had his way I would still be taking pictures of him and Blaine." My Mom said laughter in her voice. "Now, just hold still for one more. I don't have enough pictures of you and Tina, and that just won't do, Finnegan Christopher Hudson."
"Oooooh." Tina clicked her tongue teasingly as she shook her head. "You're in trouble, Finnegan Christopher."
"We'll see who's in trouble." I threatened, my fingers immediately digging into her sides, knowing she was ticklish.
She shrieked and squirmed while slapping my hands, but I was determined not to let her get away with being all snarky and teasing. Her laughter was warm and sounded like bells and made me feel, what Brittany called, fuzzies and those butterflies Rachel always talked about, when I finally let up and she collapsed against me, I buried my face in the silken curtain of her black curls and smelled the strawberries from her shampoo.
"Your hair smells awesome."
"You're lucky you didn't mess up my dress, Finnegan." She emphasized my full name, staring at my darkly through her full lashes."If you did, I would have to go all girl ninja on you, you giant dork."
"I might be a giant dork, but I'm you're giant dork, Tina Eileen."
Bending down, I pressed my lips to hers before she could say anything. I wasn't really paying attention but I could sort of hear the snap of my Mom's camera. Pulling back, after our tongues tangled briefly (though, I wished it could have been a lot longer), I rested my head against hers and murmured, "You taste awesome too."
Her full cheeks flushed this warm kind of pink and the way her eyelashes fluttered as she breathed out, only made her look even prettier. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, twisting it a little whispered, "I like the way you taste too."
"Awesome."
She squeezed my hand and moved away in that easy way she did, her dress doing that floaty thing as it sort of bounced against the back of her legs, which I couldn't help but stare at cause they were all shapely and stuff.
"Well, aren't you just perfectly garden wedding appropriate, Miss Cohen-Chang," I heard Kurt say as I stepped off the last step of stairs. "You look absolutely beautiful. I love how you went loose with your curls and just let them hang instead of pinning them up. They compliment the vintage look of your dress wonderfully. You have my full approval."
"Now you can rest easy tonight, can't you, Tina?" Blaine teased; the smile all the glee girls and my Mom called charming on his face.
"Oh, please," Kurt dismissed with a roll of his eyes and a wave of his hand. "Trust me, boyfriend, Tina was not worried about my opinion. If I was a 6'3 Frankenteen, she would be worried about what I had to say."
"Yeah," I spoke up as I shook my head. "Cause I would tell her that I didn't like her dress and make her change into something else or something crazy like that."
"I would never..." Kurt started to say before he snapped his mouth shut and then admitted in a huff. "Okay, fine, I would do that. But it doesn't really matter, anyway. If you told Tina she looked hot or whatever it is you straight boys say and she was wearing a paper sack, she wouldn't change."
"Blaine," Tina said sweetly as she batted her eyelashes, ignoring me and Kurt. "Tell me I'm pretty so we can leave, okay? Because honestly, if you don't tell me I'm pretty, I'll have to go home and change and we'll be late for the wedding and then be scolded by Rachel who will lecture us with some ridiculously long soliloquy about being punctual."
The smaller dark haired guy laughed and that charming smile was in place again as he reached out for her hand and placed a kiss against her knuckles, which, like to be honest had me squirming; especially when she giggled and the flush of her cheeks got deeper.
Who the hell did this guy think he was, anyway?
"You look pretty, Tina, very pretty."
"Now I can rest easy. The Joan and Melissa Rivers of Lima," She looked at Kurt with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Gave me his full approval and his perfectly charming and impossibly dapper boyfriend thinks I look pretty, and my own cute and sweet," Her eyes softened when they looked at me and this different kind of smile formed on her face, like it was small and soft and just made them look more kissable than normal. "Boyfriend told me I was really pretty, like, really pretty, which means I have no reason to doubt that I picked the perfect dress for Mr. Schue's wedding."
We ended up being on time for the wedding and with her hand secure in mine, I completely forgot how flirty my brother's boyfriend got with my girlfriend. Not that I was really worried, anyway, cause I wasn't.
After we said high to Mercedes and Mike and Coach Bestie, Kurt and Blaine went to sit in the front with Rachel and Sam while Tina and I sat in the middle with Puck and Lauren.
I know I was supposed to be watching the ceremony and not be able to look away from Miss Pillsbury (who did look really beautiful in her gown and stuff), but I couldn't stop myself from looking at Tina. Her heart shaped face was softly lit from the twinkly lights that were hanging in the garden, her lips were stretched into this big smile and her eyes were all bright and happy, but more bright and happy than I had ever seen them before.
There was just like, I don't know, something about the way she looked that was like mesmerizing or some other really sappy word.
As Mr. Schue and Miss Pillsbury kissed, she turned and whispered in my ear, "It's so corny, but I really like weddings. They make me feel happy, like you do."
My heart kind of stopped for a second and all I could do was stare at her dumbly and mumble, "For real?"
"For real, for real," She joked, leaning her head against my shoulder as she peered up at me through her eyelashes while reaching for my hand to link our fingers together. "Seriously, though, I meant what I said about weddings making me feel happy like you do, Finn; cause they do."
"Weddings usually just make me nervous because I can't tie a tie and stuff and suits make me uncomfortable and then, you know, when my Mom and Burt got married there was Rachel – not to make it sound like being with her was bad and stuff cause it wasn't – she just, you know, got all caught up in..."
"Planning your whole lives down to her funeral where you would throw yourself into her shallow grave and vow never to love again even if she died when you were like eighty?"
"Were you, like, listening when she talked about all of that?" I blinked slowly, amazed at how Tina had nailed Rachel's Rachel-ness.
"It's not that hard to figure out, Finn." She mused. "Rachel is all about the drama like every diva. You don't think Kurt has his entire future planned out with Blaine? Granted, it's no where near as drastically crazy as the future Rachel has planned for her and Sam, but he totally knows what they're going to name their future children and which one will father them so he can pick out the perfect surrogate."
"That sounds exactly like him." I admitted with a laugh. "So, um, do you..." I sucked in a breath suddenly feeling like I was going to start sweating. "Do you think about that stuff? Like the future, I mean?"
"Yeah." She whispered fiddling with the edge of her dress. "We'd make pretty half-Asian babies, huh?"
I laughed and dropped a kiss against the top of her head just as Puck snapped, "Hey, Fina, break up your disgustingly cute love fest! Everybody's going to the reception. Though, you two probably want to be alone so you can rip each other's clothes off."
"We're in a garden." Tina stated blankly. "Sitting on chairs. Where exactly would we be ripping each other's clothes off?"
"The hell if I know, Girl-Asian." He remarked with a shrug. "Like behind a bush somewhere or a tree. Maybe in Hummel's Navigator. If you really want my boy, you'll find a place to do him. Sides you look like you'd be willing to get freaky..."
"Puck!"
"What, Franken-Finn? I'm just callin' 'em like I see 'em. And you and I both know, if it's one thing Puckzilla knows, it's chicks, and your chick, she totally has that secret freak thing going. Cause you know what they say?" He said with a smirk and a wink. "It's always the quiet ones."
"Puckerman!" Lauren practically growled. "If you wants all up in this jelly, you best get yo ass over here now! I'm hungry and I'm not standing in that buffet line behind pansy salad eaters!"
"Catcha later, Fina, and don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Oh. My. God." Tina groaned, her whole face turning bright red as she buried it in my shoulder. "Tell me that did not just happen. There is no way Puck actually believes I'd have sex with you outside or in Kurt's car, right? I mean, I don't look like someone who would do that, do I?"
Her words were all muffled so I could only really understand some of them and I wasn't sure what to say, so I just lifted her face away from my shoulder and cupped one of her cheeks in my palm. "You look like the girl I want to make pretty half-Asian babies with; that's what you look like."
Her eyes got shiny and for a second I panicked; thinking that I had made her cry or said the wrong thing, but then she blinked and her eyelashes did that humming bird thing and suddenly her lips were pressed harshly into mine and her fingers dove into my hair.
Her lips were eager and warm and awesome just like her tongue and I thought I might pass out as I tried to keep up.
She seemed like she was going to break the kiss and I tugged on her curls, stopping her as I shook my head. "No." I mumbled against the bruised skin of her lips. "Stay."
I don't know how long we kept kissing, but the next thing I knew the reception was over (seriously, I don't even remember leaving the garden) and like this mini-Glee reunion thing had broken out. There was whiskey Puck had stolen that was being passed around and everyone was dancing and laughing and singing and talking; it was like going back in time or something.
And yeah, I know graduation wasn't that long ago, but we weren't all together all the time any more and it seemed like everyone really missed that.
My eyes started to glaze over from the drinking and slowly they settled on Tina who was happily giggling (cause she was the happy girl drunk) with Mercedes as they danced around Mike and Artie who had Quinn in his lap. They were singing a song and doing it loudly, not caring about pitch or key or any of the other confusing things Mr. Schue used to drill into our heads and I got this warm (and it wasn't from the alcohol) feeling in the pit of my stomach as I watched her.
"You're totally not staring at your girlfriend's feet, right? Cause I'm seeing a really nice pair of gams that Stutterfly's got and I need to know why the fuck you're not looking at them! You are my boy, aren't you, Hudson?"
Puck's words barely penetrated my haze. Shaking my head, I smiled brightly and told him, "Tina's feet are as pretty as her legs. She's just, you know, pretty; like all over and stuff."
He shook his head in this kind of sad way and smacked my shoulder, hard. "You are pathetic, you know that? I gotta go find Trouty Mouth; he'll know what I'm talking about when I say how fucking great Lauren's gigantic boobs are. Cause I know he feels the same way about Berry's boobs even though hers are like way smaller."
"Okay."
"So whipped, so unbelievably whipped." I heard him mutter, but I didn't care. I was happy watching Tina and how happy she looked as she danced around and sang and giggled.
Yeah, I'd totally make pretty half-Asian babies with her. I'd totally marry her too.
If I was sober and I wasn't, I probably would have been like petrified by that last thought that rushed through my head as I kept watching her be all pretty while she was doing her happy drunk girl thing. Like, I was not ready to get married and neither was she. We were not ready to get married, but suddenly getting married sounded awesome and not super scary like it always did with Rachel.
All I could think about was if Tina and I got married we'd be around each other all the time. She would move back to Ohio or I would go to California. She could walk around our apartment naked, if she wanted. We could have sex, like, everywhere.
I could sing her to sleep, but she would be right there with me instead of a million miles away.
Yeah, that'd be super mega awesome.
"Whatcha thinkin' about, Frankenteen?" Her voice was a little high and sort of slurred but the bright flush of her cheeks from dancing and the giggling made her look really cute.
"You." I murmured, tucking her curls behind her ear.
"Me?" She blinked and quirked her head. "You seemed like you were thinking pretty hard, like you had big things going on up there, and you're telling me you were thinking about me?"
"I'm still thinking about you. Know why?"
The way she shook her head had her curls falling everywhere like a halo around her head and she was looking up at me with her eyes all big and brown, and all I could see was her looking at me like that as we stood up in front of everyone while we waited to get married.
I know she was sort of drunk and it sounds weird to say that I wanted her to look this way when we got married, but I did. I wanted her cheeks to be all bright, her eyes to be big and brown, her lips parted a little and for her heart to be pounding like mine was doing right now.
Resting my forehead against hers, I murmured, "I wanna marry you and make pretty half-Asian babies with you, Tina Eileen Cohen-Chang."
"You're totally drunk, Finnegan Christopher Hudson."
"Nah," I dismissed. "I'm only kinda sort of not sober. But it doesn't matter. Even if I was totally drunk or I wasn't kinda sort of not sober, I'd still mean what I said. You're so pretty and awesome and I love you a lot; like enough to want all of that, you know, the being married and having the pretty half-Asian babies and stuff."
"We're going to wake up tomorrow and not remember any of this Mr-Kinda-Sort-Of-Not-Sober."
"I'm gonna make sure we remember. Cause I'll probably screw up proposing to you for real since I totally suck at planning stuff and I'll probably have to ask Kurt what to do, so count this as proposal attempt number one."
"Finn, what are you..." Her voice faded away as I climbed onto a random table and suddenly everyone was staring at me, but I didn't care.
Maybe I was more drunk than I thought vs being kinda sort of not sober, but whatever. If I was sober, I wouldn't do something like this, but it was too late now. Proposal attempt number one was happening.
I didn't know how I remembered the words to the song, but I was belting them out like I had performed it a hundred times and not just the one time with the whole glee club for my Mom and Burt's wedding.
As I climbed down from the table, I kind of stumbled, but Tina was right there to hold me up and her eyes were soft and glassy as I continued singing but in a much softer voice; so only she could hear. I didn't know if everyone was still staring and I didn't care; her arms wound around my neck and my hands curved along with the flare of her hips I liked so much, and we were dancing.
(Don't say no, no, no, no-no
Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
And we'll go, go, go, go-go
If you're ready like I'm ready)
(Cause it's a beautiful night,
We're looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you) ("Marry You" - Glee Cast)
"You wanna marry me?" She whispered in that breathless way that made it sound like she was signing.
"Yeah." I murmured. "But, like, the next time I ask, I'm gonna have a ring and get down on one knee and Kurt will do all the other stuff. He'll tell me what to wear and where I should be proposing and it'll be awesome. Mercedes will pick out the ring cause she's your best friend and then Puck can really call us Fina cause we'll be all married."
"I'll be Tina Eileen Hudson when we're all married."
"Tina Hudson..." I mumbled, testing it out on my tongue and I was sure this dumb looking goofy smile was on my face. "Awesome name for an awesome girl...My awesome girl."
"We're really gross, you know that?"
"Yeah. I'd make fun of us...If, you know, we weren't us."
(Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you)
"So whaddya say, Tina Cohen-Chang?" My lips were pressed to her ear and she shuddered, which made my stomach flip flop. "Marry me someday?"
"When you have a ring that Mercedes picked out and are wearing something Kurt told you to?" She teased, her eyes looking like they were dancing from the twinkly lights that were hanging everywhere.
"Yeah, when I've got all that stuff; you'll marry me, right?"
"Yeah." She breathed before turning my head and capturing my lips in a long, hot kiss.
(Just say I do,
Tell me right now baby,
Tell me right now baby, baby)
(Just say I do,
Tell me right now baby,
Tell me right now, baby, baby)
(Oh
Cause it's a beautiful night,
We're looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you)
(Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you)
Song used "Marry You" originally by Bruno Mars, but as covered by the Glee Cast in episode eight of season two, "Furt."
