AN: I had written and thought of many different ways to end this story, but I ultimately decided on this one. It came out shorter than expected. Thank you to everyone who has read this story until its very end.

One Year Later

Rachel's signature giggle rang through the air as Finn flung open the front door, snow blowing in as he carried Rachel bridal style into the cottage. They were wrapped in their heaviest winter coats, a red hat on Rachel's head and a striped scarp around her neck with the end of the dress sticking out under the coat. Finn was wearing one of his puffy vests over his suit and a blue hat, closing the door with his foot. As soon as the door was closed, the blowing of the wind calmed down, and both Finn and Rachel stared at the front hall, the door to the family room slightly open so they could see a glimpse of the fireplace.

Quietly, Finn kept carrying Rachel to the family room, gently laying her on the couch in front of the fire, moving to take her coat off. Rachel silently waved him off with a smile, taking the coat off herself as Finn too off his own coat and hat and went over to start the fire. Burt left a couple of logs of wood by the fire like he promised, and Finn smiled as he put the logs into the fire, picking up the match box that sat next to the logs to start the fire. When the logs caught fire, and the flames raced up, Finn went to join Rachel on the couch. She was laying on the sofa, the coat and hat and scarf on the floor, and that huge white dress taking up the whole couch. He moved over some of the material to sit next to Rachel, Rachel shifting to let Finn lay in between Rachel's legs, his head on her stomach.

"Merry Christmas Mrs. Hudson." Finn said with a smile, looking up at Rachel who grinned back at him. She leaned down to peck Finn's lips, pulling away quickly in a teasing manner. Finn smirked at her.

"Is it Christmas already?" Rachel asked in a silly tone, and Finn's gleaming eyes shifted to the clock hanging on the wall above the fireplace, still smiling like a fool. The clock read that it was four in the morning, and neither Finn nor Rachel felt tired.

"I would say so." He said, and Finn shifted in his spot between Rachel's legs, moving up her body to give Rachel a deep kiss. She smiled into the kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around Finn's neck as to pull him closer. Everything was so perfect in that moment, everything had gone the way Rachel had wanted to it goes, even better then she thought.

"Merry Christmas husband." Rachel breathed out as she pulled away from the heated kiss; Finn's breathe mixing with hers. She stared into his eyes, playing with the hairs on the back of his neck as Rachel thought about where she was at that moment. She was in the cottage in Canada with Finn, on Christmas Eve, well technically it was Christmas day now, and they were on their honeymoon. Because they had just got married, Rachel thought to herself, still not able to get used to the idea. She was finally married to Finn. One year later and Rachel and Finn were now married; they were married on freaking Christmas Eve.

"Want to go up to bed? I'm tired." Finn asked, and Rachel's smile went wider. She nodded, and Finn stood up, picking Rachel back up again to carry her to the bedroom. He quietly went up the steps of the old house, stopping when he got to the second floor, looking from his old parent's bedroom to his room. His parents would have a bigger bed, but Finn would still feel really weird making love to Rachel in there. His room on the other hand was small and crowded, but at least Rachel and he would be comfortable there. Making his decision, Finn carried Rachel into his bedroom, dropping her softly onto the cowboy blankets. She smiled softly at him.

"Join me." Rachel instructed, her arms out towards Finn in an inviting manner, and Finn smiled as he joined Rachel on the bed, snuggling into her side. Rachel wrapped her arms around her new husband, rubbing her head into his chest.

"I can't believe this is all ours. This house I mean. This cottage; it's no longer a holiday home now Finn, it's our home." Rachel said quietly, smiling into Finn's skin. She felt his hands running through her long hair, massaging her scalp. She let out sigh of content.

"Yeah it is. Everything's going to be okay Rachel." Finn told her, and Rachel thought about everything she was leaving behind in New York to live in this cottage with Finn here. She was leaving her journalism job at a steady magazine company, but Rachel had already been hired by a new magazine here in Canada. She wouldn't be able to see Quinn and Puck and Beth as often as she would like, but Rachel would still be able to call them, and they could visit on holidays. Her fathers were even farther from her now, but Rachel knew that they only wanted what was best for their little girl, and being with Finn in Canada was what was best for Rachel.

Those were only some of the things Rachel was leaving behind in New York, Finn was another story. The band he was part of had a hard time understanding why their drummer would want to leave them for a girl and a cottage, and before Finn could get around to really explaining the reason for his leaving, they kicked him out of the band. Rachel was worried this would make Finn depressed; it was five months before their wedding that Finn's band dumped him, and Rachel didn't want to get married if Finn was too upset to get married himself. But he bounced back quickly, saying that he didn't think a lot of the guys in the band had potential anyway, and very soon after, auditioned for a band in Canada and got in.

Things were going smoother than Rachel had ever expected them to; sure, they had to push back the wedding a little so it wouldn't clash with Kurt and Blaine's (which was lovely in every way), but Rachel liked the idea of getting married on Christmas Eve when Finn came up with the idea. Christmas did have a significant meaning in her and Finn's lives after all, and this cottage was only icing on the cake. It turned out that Finn had been planning some time before he proposed to move into the cottage officially with Rachel once they got married, the reason why he asked her if she liked the cottage anyway. And honestly, Rachel couldn't think of a better place she would rather live with Finn anyway.

"If it keeps snowing out there, we'll be snowed in tomorrow." Rachel said, looking at the window and noticing that it was still snowing outside in the cold, black sky. Finn's eyes followed Rachel's, silently nodding.

"Don't worry about it Rachel, let it snow. That way we can spend all day in bed tomorrow." Finn said, pulling Rachel closer to him, his hands now skimming over her wedding dress, feeling her back for the zipper. Rachel felt Finn's hands touch the zipper, smiling as he slowly pulled it down to reveal Rachel's soft skin.

"I love you Finn." Rachel breathed out, and moved forward to give Finn a crushing kiss, instantly taking control. Finn breathed heavily as he pulled away for only a moment to respond to Rachel, his hands now running over her bare back.

"I love you Rachel." He said, and with a grin, Rachel kissed him again, slowly losing herself with her husband. Ever since she was a little girl, Rachel had imagined what celebrating Christmas would be like. She imagined what being proposed to would be like. Rachel imagined what her wedding night would be like, but she never expected any of it to be as wonderful as it was with Finn. It was certainly the best Christmas ever.

Even better than last years!

Wishing everyone Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Years! I hope you enjoyed this Christmas Finchel fanfic!