Author's Note: The flashback in this chapter is meant as an homage to the movie that inspired this fic, (500) Days of Summer; since I'm using a scene from the movie in the flashback.

Just pretend like Finn never played the guitar in the season two episode "Rumors" otherwise the first part of this chapter won't make sense.

~*~Chapter Ten: All I Want Is You~*~

Day 277

If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug/And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be the hug

"All I Want Is You" by Barry Louis Polisar -

Finn's POV -

"Dude, you are so beyond whipped!" Puck crowed after he had finally managed to stop laughing his ass off.

"Come on, man, don't be such a jackass!" I shouted, throwing a pillow at his head that he ducked like always.

"Hey, you asked for my opinion, Finnocence." He sneered. "You didn't tell me I had to agree with your plan to propose to Girl-Asian, okay? Cause, seriously, it makes me think that you lost your balls somewhere and they got replaced by a vagina."

"I knew I should have asked Sam to help me." I mumbled as I shook my head.

"What did you say, Hudson?"

I wasn't the brightest tool in the shed – or was it the sharpest crayon in the box? Whatever. The point is, I wasn't the smartest guy, but I knew Puck. You don't get to be bros as long as we have, without actually knowing each other, which is why I think I kinda always forgave him for hooking up with my girlfriends.

But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is I knew – even if he thought my plan to propose to Tina was totally girly – is he would do it because I thought – or at least he thought I did – that Sam was a better guitar player than he was.

"You heard me." I shot back as I moved to stand up. "I'm calling Sam, dude. He can play the guitar and at least I know he won't laugh at me or think I have a vagina. He'll think it's romantic like he's supposed to and his support will stop me from chickening out."

"Take another step toward that door and I'll beat your ass in! There's no way Trouty Mouth is helping you propose to your girl! I'm your best bro; he's just some dude who does a great Bieber impression, which ain't gonna help you with Stutter-Fly. Now do you wanna learn to shred from the master or not?"

Fist pump!

After like an hour of guitar lessons, I thought my fingers were never gonna stop bleeding or they were fall off or something crazy like that.

With pleading eyes and a loudly growling stomach, I begged Puck to stop. "You're such a wuss, man." He grumbled as he got up from his spot on my bed. "Bestie ran us harder in practice back in the day. But you're giant empty stomach is a total distraction, anyway. Let's get some grub before I bash your head in because of all the damn noise you're making."

We sat across from each other in a run-down booth at Thurman's Cafe; two huge cheese burgers with the works and a pile of fries sat in front of us, and we eagerly dug in.

Swallowing a large gulp of his Coke, he belched loudly and wiped the side of his mouth with his sleeve before asking, "So what's got you ready to be locked down, anyway? Don't you think you're like an embryo or some shit in marriage years?"

"An embryo?" I blinked and scratched the side of my head. "What do babies have to do with this? Cause Tina is so not pregnant, dude!"

"I know Stutter-Fly doesn't have some giant potato-headed baby inside of her, you dumb ass. All I'm sayin' is you're not even nineteen yet. Think of all the chicks you haven't screwed!"

"Says the guy who hasn't screwed another chick besides Lauren Zises for, like, almost a year."

It was weird that Puck hadn't stepped out on Lauren and stuff cause he was like a sex shark, but then again, Lauren was super scary.

"Just because it's been almost a year since I slept with another chick, doesn't mean I'm gonna buy some ring and propose. I'm not crazy like you, bro."

"Stop saying I'm crazy! I'm not crazy, dude! I'm just, like, you know – in love and stuff. And seriously, don't talk to me about other chicks or whatever. I don't want other chicks. I want Tina."

"Marriage is all serious and stuff. And no offense, Hudson, but you spent like two weeks praying to a grilled cheese sandwich with Jesus' face on it. You also thought cucumbers could give you AIDS and that you got Q preggers via hot tub."

"I'm not that guy anymore." My voice was firm and I stared Puck down like we were back in the huddle at McKinley. "I know Tina's the girl for me."

"Oh, yeah? Well what makes Girl-Asian so special? Or whatever? Cause you were pretty sprung on Berry's crazy and Q – well, it never seemed like you were gonna get her out of your system. It's cause she's an animal in the sack, right?" His hazel eyes were gleaming with interest and he was smirking like he thought I would agree with him. "It's like I told you at Schue's wedding; it's always the quiet chicks that like the freakiest shit. So what's she into? Whips, chains..."

"DUDE!" I yelled loud enough that a couple people turned to look at us, which made my whole face turn red. Lowering my voice, I leaned over the table and said, "It's not like that, man. Tina's really sweet and I wish you'd stop thinking that kinda stuff about her. It's disrespectful and stuff."

"Don't go all Hulk on me, okay? I'm just trying to figure this shit out. So if Girl-Asian isn't extra freaky, then what is she? You used to get all crazy sappy about Q and Berry. Like, you couldn't shut up about them. It was pretty gross, to be honest, dude. The only reason I never socked you was cause you were my boy and all."

"Uh...Thanks?"

"Now gimme the 411 on your girl. What is it about Tina Chang..." "It's Cohen-Chang." I interrupted Puck as I shook my head. "How can you not know her last name? We've been going to school with her since we were kindergartners!"

"Forget about me messing up her freaking name and just tell me how you knew she made you like it enough to put a ring on it."

"Did you just say put a ring on it?" I smiled triumphantly. "Who's missing their balls now, Puckerman?"

"Shut up."

"Fine," I said as I settled against the back of the booth, my mind already drifting back to the day I really knew I wanted to marry Tina. "I'll tell you, but you can't tell her I told you this. Like, ever, dude. She'll totally skin me alive or beat me with her nunchucks or something crazy like that."

Flashback -

"Octopus's Garden isn't even, like, the best Beatles song about animals!" I shouted as I followed Tina into this little video store that was near the off-campus apartment she had now.

"I didn't insult your Mom, Finn." She sighed and as she turned around the skirt of her dress twirled with her, letting me see just a little of her thighs. "All I said was that I love Octopus's Garden. There's nothing wrong with that, you know."

"Yeah, there is! That's like saying you love peanut butter and pickles. Besides, no one loves Ringo!"

"That's not true; I love Ringo."

"B-b-bb-but n-n-nobody does! That's, like, a rule or something. Yeah!" I snapped my fingers and nodded my head a lot. "It's like a rule! Nobody loves Ringo. You can ask anyone."

"That's the whole reason I love Ringo; because no one does."

I shook my head, following her deeper into the store, my lips curved into a smile. Staying mad at her was, like, impossible. She was so cute, looking up at me with her big eyes and trying to defend loving Ringo. Cause, seriously, there was no defending that. I was a drummer and I knew nobody liked that dude.

"So, like, what are we doing here, anyway?" I scratched the back of my neck as my eyes scanned the racks of DVDs. "You're DVD collection is pretty sweet. You know for a chick and stuff."

"For a chick?" Her eyes were narrowed and her hands were on her hips. "Was adding that necessary? Did you think Puck was going to jump out from behind the racks and accuse you of being ball-less or something? Ugh. I swear you can be such a boy."

"Should we just g..." I didn't finish my sentence before she started pulling me toward the back of the store, which confused me until I saw a curtain and a sign that hung off the curtain with a picture of boobs on it that said ADULTS ONLY, and then I wasn't so much confused as I was, like, dizzy and stuff.

Cause there was no way we were renting a porno.

As soon as we walked – really, though Tina walked behind the curtain and like dragged me behind her – there was this dude who was already in there, which freaked me out, but before I could blink he was gone.

I got even more dizzy when she held up a DVD and whispered in my ear, "I've always wanted to watch porn with a guy. Say you'll watch it with me, Finn."

Flashback -

"SERIOUSLY?" Puck practically yelled, interrupting my story.

"Shhhh!" I hissed. "I told you, man, Tina would kill me if she found out I told you this. It's, like, a private thing. And it's not like we do it all the time. We've only done it one other time since then, and really it's just to rag on how unrealistic it is and stuff. It's fun."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me! Your chick is telling you she wants to watch porn – fucking porn – with you, and you make jokes? How the hell are you my boy? Have you learned nothing from The Puckster?"

"Do you wanna know how I figured out I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Tina or not?"

"Dude, I think I know why you wanna spend the rest of your life with her. She's not gonna go ape-shit cause you like to watch porn."

"But it's got nothing to do with that!"

"Prove it."

"I will. Now shut up and listen."

Flashback -

About fifteen minutes later, we were on her couch and watching the movie, which was called Sweet and Shower. We got a good laugh out of that and it was worth it cause her laugh, was totally the best laugh ever. It was bright and bubbly and sounded like wind chimes and stuff.

Like, halfway through the movie, I saw her tilt her head to the side as she watched the dude and the chick having sex. Her teeth nibbled on her bottom lip and I could feel my jeans get just a little tighter; causing me to squirm.

Mailman, mailman, mailman, mailman.

"Huh," She mumbled before turning to look at me, her eyes all big and cute and peeking through her long eyelashes. "That," She pointed to the screen before looking back at me. "Looks do-able."

For a split second, I thought I was dead cause, like, I swore I couldn't breathe. Before I knew what was happening, suddenly she was straddling me her cute sundress riding up past her thighs. Her boobs pressed into my chest when she leaned in, so her lips were hovering above my ear.

"I'm serious." She whispered and I couldn't help but roll my hips against hers.

She slid off my lap and pulled her dress over her head and yeah, she was just walking away like she always did – her hips weren't swaying like girls' hips in movies do, they were just moving like normal – but it was, like, the hottest thing; her walking to the bathroom. I nearly tripped over my feet when my brain finally started working again and I followed her into the bathroom, practically ripping my clothes off along the way.

We hadn't showered together before and hers was kinda small, so it made it hard for me to move around and the steam made it hard to see, but we were close enough that all I had to do was bend down to kiss her for, like, foreplay and stuff.

Just as my lips touched hers, she tried to raise herself to her tip toes, but she slipped and I tried to catch her, but I wasn't fast enough so I kinda flailed around and basically we ended up tangled up in the curtain; the water still pouring down and us laughing loudly.

When she finally managed to stop and looked at me through the stringy strands of her wet hair, I felt, like I don't even know what I felt. I felt full, I guess, but that sounded weird since it usually meant you ate a lot and stuff; not that you were totally in love. But I really couldn't find another word. Full, it just – you know – felt right.

I was about to feel more of what I already felt – that full feeling, I guess – when she brushed her thumb underneath my eye and said softly, "You lost an eyelash."

Her heart-shaped face was soft and kinda shy when she held out her thumb and told me, "Don't just sit there, make a wish. That's what you're supposed to do when you lose an eyelash; make a wish."

"Uh, yeah, sure." I didn't know that was something you were supposed to do, but I couldn't resist her as we were all tangled together, sitting in the shower, the water still pounding on us.

Blowing at the eyelash, I closed my eyes and made my wish; my wish that she would marry me.

Flashback -

"I know, I know," I remarked as I rolled my eyes when I finished the story. "I'm totally beyond whipped. But you know what, Puck? I don't care if you think I am. All I care about is you teaching me the rest of the chords so I can propose the way I want to. Cause let's face it, you're not gonna stand under window of Tina's apartment and play while I sing."

"Chill out, Finnocence. Don't get your panties in a wad, all right? Cause you really don't know what the hell I'm gonna do. Or what I'm not gonna do. Let's pay for the burgers and then put those ginormous fingers of yours back to work."

"So you're really gonna do it?" Puck asked after he had finished teaching me the chords I wanted to learn and declared that I was good enough.

"Yeah, I am. My Mom gave me the engagement ring my Dad gave her and everything."

"No shit!"

"Seriously. I talked to her about it and she loves Tina almost as much as I do and Burt does too, and Kurt just, like, hopped up and down and made a lot of squealing noises when I told him; so he's cool with it too. But like he wasn't gonna be; Tina's his other best friend after Mercedes."

"Good luck, dude. Not that you'll need it." He snorted as he shook his head. "Stutterfly's as far gone for you as you are for her."

Rubbing his mohawk, he took a deep breath and looked at me with this expression I'd only seen a couple of times – the most recent when he told me that he wouldn't hurt me ever again when we were juniors after I found out about him and Rachel hooking up – and I swallowed a lump that was suddenly inside my throat.

"You know I hate this stuff," He gestured between us and a scowl crossed his features. "It's so fucking lame, this sappy ass shit, but whatever. You're my boy, Finn; like the dopey brother I never had and junk, so I'm happy for you. Girl-Asian's pretty awesome and she really loves you and whatever. And you can seriously tell me to shut the fuck up anytime."

"Thanks, man. You being happy for me means as much as my Mom and Burt and Kurt, you know? You've been my best friend since forever and it would suck if you thought this was a bad idea. Not that it would stop me, but it's awesome that you have my back."

Hugging wasn't something we did a lot and I could, like, count on one hand the times that Puck hugged me and after this, I guess I could use two hands to count the times he hugged me. Clapping me on the back, he gave me that smirk and joked, "Just don't fuck up the words, Franken-Finn. Cause that would suck."

~*~T&F~*~T&F*~*T&F~*~T&F*~*T&F*~T&F*~T&F*~T&F*~T&F*~T&F*~*T&F*~T&F*~*T&F*~*

Day 277 ½

~*~Palo Alto, California~*~

Finn's POV -

The whole time difference thing made me really sleepy as I sat in the back of a cab that was taking me to Tina's apartment. The money I would have spent on her ring – before I went to my Mom and asked for the one my Dad gave her – went to the plane ticket.

"Going to see a girl, aren't you, son?" The cabby dude asked with this weird smile.

"Uh, yeah, I am." I scratched my head, wondering how he knew. Real life wasn't like the movies where cabbies and bartenders knew everything...Right?

"She must be something else for you to be singing to her."

"Yeah," I murmured, feeling that full kind of feeling just from thinking of her. "She's awesome."

"Well, good luck to you, son. Hopefully she likes her song."

"Thanks."

Standing under the window of Tina's apartment, I really hoped I wasn't going to end up getting arrested; jail would, like, totally suck for me. Sure, I was tall and I played football and stuff, but I was a hugger not a fighter or whatever that stupid saying was. Not to mention, jail would totally screw up proposing.

Of course if I was in some cheesy chick flick, I'd totally be able to propose to her from inside a jail cell or if the cops thought I was trespassing or whatever I would just show them my guitar and talk about how I was being creative about proposing and they'd let me off with a warning.

Too lost in my head, I didn't hear the soft giggles or hear the grass crunching behind me. Suddenly hands covered my eyes and the scent of jasmine filled my nose.

My whole body was, like, tense but it relaxed really quick when I felt her lips kiss my ear and her soft voice say, "Guess who, Frankenteen?"

"It's Tina." I tried to sound like I wasn't happy to see her cause I was bummed my surprise was ruined, but I couldn't. It was impossible to stay mad at her and it was impossible not to be happy when she was around.

Turning around, I saw her beaming smile and bright eyes looking back at me and I felt that full feeling all over again, but it was like even more than the last time, and I knew I just had to marry her. She was it for me. There were no other chicks. It was just Tina.

Pulling out the guitar, I watched as she did that cute thing where she quirked her head to the side and her eyes narrowed. I took a deep breath and swallowed the biggest lump I'd ever felt in my throat while staring into her eyes as I said, "This is, like, really crazy and I've never done anything like this before, but don't say anything, okay? At least not till I'm done."

I struggled with the chords at first, but at least I didn't sound like I was skinning a cat like Puck said once. The singing part was a lot easier, but what made it easy was the look on her face. She recognized the song pretty quickly and her beaming smile was back and her eyes were bright all over again. She danced along with the song, her head bobbing back and forth as she shook her hips and laughed.

When I strummed the last chord, I got down on one knee and she gasped and put her hand over her mouth. My hand was shaking as I held out the ring and I was surprised I could talk.

"I know we're young and getting married seems crazy and stuff, but that's all I want; is to marry you, Tina Eileen Cohen-Chang. This going to sound stupid and kinda weird, but you make me feel full. I'm not good with words so I can't explain it that well, but it's like just being around you makes me feel like there's no room inside me except for all my feelings about you, you know? You're way smart, you're funny, you're always happy, you're so pretty and like a million other awesome things. But you know what's really great about you?"

(If I was a flower growing wild and free

All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee

And if I was a tree growing tall and green

All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves)

(If I was a flower growing wild and free

All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee

And if I was a tree growing tall and green

All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves ("All I Want Is You" - by Barry Louis Polisar)

She shook her head and I could see her big brown eyes glistening with tears. I had to swallow again and even clear my throat before I said, "What's really great about you is that you love me. Cause, seriously, you could like have any guy out there, but you picked me and it's not cause you wanna be popular or our voices are awesome together; it's just cause I'm me, and that's never happened before. So...will you pick me forever? I mean, will you marry me? Yeah, that's what I mean."

(All I want is you, will you be my bride

Take me by the hand and stand by my side

All I want is you, will you stay with me

Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea)

It felt like forever before she suddenly tackled me and had me laying on my back; the ring clutched tightly in my fist. Slowly she slithered up my body and I was hot all over as she peered at me from behind her thick eyelashes. Her head bent forward and she took hold of my lips, bringing them into this long, soft kiss that ended with a pop as she pulled back.

"Ask me to pick you forever again, Finn." Her voice was that breathless where it sounded like she was singing and I could feel my heart pounding violently against my chest while my stomach swooped over and over like the loops of a roller coaster.

"P-pp-pick me forever?" I sputtered, my mind going, like, a million miles per hour.

"Yes." Her lips were right against my ear when she said the word and I had to hear her say it again to be sure.

"Say it again, Tina."

"Yes." Her voice was just a little louder as she settled herself between my legs; our bodies locking together like pieces of a puzzle.

(If you were a river in the mountains tall,

The rumble of your water would be my call

If you were winter, I know I'd be the snow

Just as long as you were with me, when the cold winds blow)

I don't know how long we laid like that, but after awhile, I lifted my knee slightly so the denim from my jeans rubbed against the lace of her panties underneath the tutu skirt she wore, and she squealed as she kinda jumped up.

She pressed her hands into my chest so she could pull herself into a sitting position and she was straddling me like that day on her couch. "Don't think just because we're going to get married that you can be fresh whenever you want, Cowboy."

I laughed cause she said fresh and called me Cowboy. "I had to get you to sit up so I could put your ring on."

"A likely story. You just want in my panties, and you think you've got free access cause I picked you forever."

"Wait..." I said slowly as I blinked over and over. "Us getting married doesn't mean I have free access to your panties? That blows!"

"You are so lucky I know you're joking. Now gimme my ice."

(All I want is you, will you be my bride

Take me by the hand and stand by my side

All I want is you, will you stay with me

Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea)

The way she whipped her head and jutted her hips (which had me thinking of the mailman) made her look just like Mercedes, which made me laugh again. "I told you, you were funny." I snickered as I slid the ring over her knuckle.

In the glow of the street lights the one karat diamond was almost as bright as her eyes. She looked down at it and then back at me; her eyes big and soft and cheeks flushing that pretty pink. "It's beautiful."

"My Dad gave that to my Mom and she wanted you to have it. She really loves you, you know? Burt does too. And it's not like I have to tell you Kurt loves you. He probably tells you all the time. But, yeah, he was totally on board with this too."

"This is such a chick move," She groaned, blinking her eyes so she would stop the tears. "Crying cause I'm getting married. Ugh. But I'm just so happy. You know that full feeling you were talking about? I feel it too whenever I'm with you. There's no room for anything else but you, and it's sappy and gross, but I love that. I don't want there to be room inside me for anything else."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

(If you were a wink, I'd be a nod

If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod

If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug

If you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug)

(All I want is you, will you be my bride

Take me by the hand and stand by my side

All I want is you, will you stay with me

Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea)

(If you were the wood, I'd be the fire

If you were the love, I'd be the desire

If you were a castle, I'd be your moat

And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float)

(All I want is you, will you be my bride

Take me by the hand and stand by my side

All I want is you, will you stay with me

Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea)

Song used "All I Want Is You" by Barry Louis Polisar as heard on the Juno soundtrack

Note: Before you freak out about the porn, it is legal for 18 year olds to buy porn in the United States, so Finn and Tina weren't breaking the law.