Hello gleeks!

So, I'm back with the second chapter :-) To be honest, I kinda think that I might have poured the parmesan cheese a little bit too much for this story.

Apologies if you're kinda sick to your stomach with all the finchel fluffiness, cutesy, light-hearted stories. I can't help it - anything Finchel = pure love. I might actually try to take on an angst/romance story a bit later, but since I'm pretty new at this - baby steps and start with a familiar territory.

Anyway - when you reached the end of this chapter, you might think that I will get Finn to do what he did on my last story, but you might be proven wrong. hehe.

Reviews/comments/feedbacks/critics/corrections are always welcome in my glee bubble. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work and support me nevertheless. I am beyond blessed :-) I hope you enjoy reading the story so far!

Til next time...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Glee-related. Except for this story and ideas in my head.

Finn sat himself on the wooden floor, while eating the leftover noodles from lunch. He knew that he should be painting right about now, but he had other things in his mind that he needed to er... think about.

Well, there was actually just one thing on his mind. He wasn't good at multitasking - if that's the correct word for it.

That 'thing' was the black velvet box he had been hiding since three weeks ago. It was now in his pocket.

Inside it, was a ring; the ring.

He had been courting Rachel for about six years, four months and twelve days (but who's counting?). They had endured high school, long distance relationship in college, and other problems couples might have. He had willingly moved to New York to be with her straight after he graduated from Ohio State. Thankfully, he was offered the quarterback position with the New York Giants shortly after.

He had known for sure that she, Rachel Barbara Berry, was his one and only.

It had neverbeen hard with Rachel. He was always himself and she was too. It was so natural and easy. Like, maybe they were destined to meet seven years ago in the halls of William McKinley High School. He felt like he was destined to join Glee Club.

He had to thank whoever it was who put that Chronic Lady in his locker.

Their chemistry was undeniable. It was always intense, unbreakable. They hadn't needed to try. It was just always there – thick. Like you could almost cut it with a knife. It was there when he first sang 'Don't Stop Believing' with her. It was there when they sang 'Faithfully' at Regionals. It was there on their first date, their one-hundredth date, and their millionth date. It was there when they won Nationals for two consecutive years. It was there in her eyes and her smile. It was most definitely there when they made love.

It had always been so easy with Rachel. But if it was - why is it so hard right now, to pop the question he had wanted to ask her?

It was probably Rachel's penchant for drama and grand gestures.

It was in her 'I'm Sorry' cookies, her metaphorical gold star after her name (which, by the way, she still did until today), her myspace videos, and many more.

...

Rachel was looking at her friends' facebook profile about two weeks ago. Lima was sleeping just on the foot of their bed. They were just about to get ready for bed, when she let out a loud squeal.

"Whoa, what's with all the screaming, missy?" he popped out of the bathroom with his favorite white undershirt and plaid pyjama bottom, still holding his toothbrush. Lima had woken up from its peaceful slumber and stared at Rachel, obviously shocked by the sudden eruption of emotion.

"Look! Sarah and Bill just got engaged!", she pointed at the screen in front of her.

"Good for them," Honestly, Finn wasn't paying enough attention to what she told him. He was busy focusing on Rachel, wearing only his old Ohio State jersey.

"Finn, look at this! He proposed on a billboard in the middle of Times Square!", she flicked through the pictures on Sarah's page. An occasional ooh-s and aah-s escaped her lips. Finn was just nodding in disinterest.

"Oh my god, there's a video of it too!" she clicked on the link and watched it intently. Apparently, Bill had a friend to record the whole thing. Bill brought Sarah to Times Square just in time for the moving billboard to display his proposal, and then he got down on one knee and did it. The crowd were cheering as Sarah said 'yes' with tears in her eyes.

Before Bill and Sarah, there were Hannah and George who got engaged after he popped the question on a flying-banner-aeroplane thing. And then there were Ellen and Jack at the top of the Empire State Building. The icing on the cake was Mr Schuester's proposal to Miss Pillsbury; he serenaded her in a fancy restaurant, complete with a string quartet, before he asked her hand in marriage.

He hated himself a little for thinking this – but he always thought those were a bit too… cheesy, for his liking.

Finn wasn't saying that it wasn't nice and sweet, but it just wasn't who he is. He wanted it to be private – just him and Rachel. Like they were in their own personal bubble. Like they're the only two people on this whole planet.

"What a good way to be proposed to," she finally closed the page and shut her Macbook off. She patted Lima, and the Labrador dosed back off to its sleep, yawning a little before it closed its eyes. "No girl could say no, to that!"

"Really? You would like that kind of proposal?"

"Well, it is kind of every girl's dream. So, who wouldn't?" she said as she climbed on their bed, shutting off her side of the bedside table light.

Finn shrugged and went back to the bathroom to finish what he was doing. He was so screwed.

...

Finn peeled himself off the floor, putting the empty takeaway container in the bin. He wondered how long he had been slumping; it was probably an hour or two. He looked at the clock – it was a little after four in the afternoon. He had better continue what he was supposed to do or Rachel would give him hell later.

He put on his iPod and started continuing his painting but his mind wandered of. How should he ask Rachel to marry him? Everything seemed to be already taken. The Empire State Building, the serenading, the billboard. He didn't want to be a copycat! He did try to Google it, but found absolutely nothing.

He was never described as 'dramatic'. That was always Rachel. The only dramatic thing he did was probably singing 'Jessie's Girl' to Rachel at Glee Club; when she was still with that Jesse St Jackass dude. Even the way he told her he loved her for the first time was really simple and straight to the point. He really thought that grand gestures were a tad over-rated, but if that what Rachel loved (and maybe expected), he would try his best to do it.

He could always go for the candles and rose petals – but then it was too predictable, too generic. He needed to catch her off-guard; to leave her breathless. And she always had the cutest expression on her face when she's pleasantly surprised.

Well, he could call Kurt and asked for his help - but he really didn't want anyone else to know yet, and that kid was probably as dramatic as his girlfriend. He wanted to keep this between Rachel and himself first, before she said yes.

She would say yes, wouldn't she? Oh please make her say yes.

Finn stretched a little – who would've thought that painting walls could be so exhausting? He didn't even covered half of the wall. He would be in so much trouble later. Damn it.

That was when his iPod suddenly played a song. A song so fitting to what he was looking for. It was a 90s rock band called Michael Learns To Rock, one of his favorites actually; and today they were his inspiration.

If this was a cartoon – this would be one of the moments where a light bulb would light up on the top of his head.

He just got a bloody brilliant idea.

***TBC***