Hello my fellow gleeks!

So, here's the last chapter of this story. I kinda feel I wasn't giving my best effort for this one (not that the first one was good anyway). I think it was kind of 'blah' to begin with, and my other responsibilities/schedules didn't really help me to pour my heart and soul to write this. I'm so sorry if any of you are disappointed - I'm kinda disappointed in myself as well. Maybe the story was too forced. Hmmm... I don't know what else to think.

I'm currently working on another finchel story - however, it's not going to have any connection to this story or the previous one. I'm still in my early stage of research and stuff, so hopefully I'll be able to post something really soon - but I doubt it though as I'm going to be extremely occupied with other stuff these next few weeks *sigh*.There are apparently other responsibilities outside my glee bubble; but I promise I'll try my best to post at least two chapters a week :-)

Thank you again for everyone who took time to read this - and special thanks for those who reviewed :-) You don't know how much that means to me!

Reviews/feedback/comments/critics/corrections are more than welcome - thank you again for having me here!

Til the next one :-)

Disclaimer: Sadly, I still don't own Glee. My birthday's coming up soon though - maybe if I ask Ryan Murphy for a share of Glee as a present he would give it to me? Just maybe.

"Finn?" Rachel called out as she opened the front door. It was already six in the afternoon and the sky had gone a little bit darker.

He dashed to the front door and greeted her with a hug and a kiss.

"Thank you for the warm welcome, boyfriend!" she giggled as he broke off the kiss. "I'm sorry I'm late, it went longer than I expected. I brought pizza for dinner,"

"Great, I'm starving!"

"Have you finished painting the wall?"

"Well… Not exactly," he prepared himself for what was coming.

"Finn! We really didn't have time! You know that we will start moving the furniture tomorrow and we need to finish painting today. Today, Finn Hudson! I don't want our furniture to be covered in paint residues. Especially the white couch!" she started going on and on like she always did when she's frustrated, waving her hands all over the place.

"Rach, can you please calm down? Hear me out,"

"I'm serious, Finn. You have to go to your football practice after tomorrow and I have to go to the theatre. We both know we can't afford to take another time off from work now that we have mortgage to pay!" she slammed the pizza box on the kitchen counter.

"Rach,?" he took her hands in his, stroking her knuckles. "Please? Let me finish,"

Her expression softened a bit and she sighed. He gently led her to a spot facing the wall. He knew she was counting one to ten inside her head, a method that she always use to calm down.

"Stay here,"

Finn walked over to the white fabric, and in swift movement, uncovered what's underneath. Rachel felt like a subway had hit her.

"Finn…"

It wasn't the Monalisa or Andy Warhol's work. Finn wasn't much of an artist at all; his drawings were comparable to those of middle school kids'. But, this was a masterpiece, nevertheless.

Written in a simple block letter, in tiffany blue paint on their half-painted wall, were two words:

"Marry me?"

The next thing Rachel knew was Finn kneeling on one knee before her.

"Rach," she held her breath, tears were starting to dwell up in her beautiful brown eyes. She finally understood what was going on.

"I know this probably wasn't the grand proposal you expected – I tried, but to be honest, it wasn't my style. I want you to know that it doesn't mean that I love you less – or make this moment any less special for us. I just want it to be personal. Just me and you,"

There was only one time that Finn had successfully made Rachel speechless – it was the time when he told her he loved her for the first time. Today, he succeeded again.

"I love you, very much. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you," He took out a small box, and inside the box was a beautiful white gold ring, with a small diamond shaped into a star. A tear escaped Rachel's eyes. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

"Rachel Barbara Berry, will you marry me?"

Rachel tried to form the word 'yes' but she couldn't. There was nothing coming out of her mouth. The only thing she could do was nod ferociously as she kneeled down to hug Finn.

"Is that a yes?" he asked, brushing his hand through her long dark locks. He couldn't hide his smile.

Rachel nodded again as she finally able to form a word.

"Yes…" she whispered in his ears.

Finn picked her up so that she sat on top of him. He pulled out the ring from its shell and slipped it on Rachel's delicate finger. He wiped the tears from her cheeks and cupped them with his hands.

"Thank you for saying yes,"

"I love you," as she kissed him. The rest is history.

...

Rachel and Finn sprawled across the wooden floor. Both of their eyes closed. She had her head on his shoulder; her arms wrapped him around his chest. They hadn't said anything to each other for thirty minutes. All that they could hear was the street and the cars, and contented sighs from each other.

"Finn," she lifted her head up so that she could face him.

"Hmm?" he replied, his eyes were still closed.

"I just want you to know that I don't need a grand proposal from you. I never wanted one,"

Finn opened his eyes and looked into Rachel's face.

"I thought you always wanted one. You said so yourself after that whole Sarah and Bill public proposal thing. I asked you whether you would love that and you told me - who wouldn't want those kind of thing,"

"I said it was probably every girl's dream. I was just stating the matter-of-fact, silly," she pinched his nose a little. "I'm not 'every girl', Finn. I know that it was never your style. I never wanted a public proposal. This is perfect. Just you and me," she rested her head on his chest, still facing him.

"I'm glad you think that way," he smiled, stroking her hair.

"I'm glad you asked me to marry you,"

"I'm really glad you said yes! It would've really sucked if you didn't," he chuckled.

She played with the ring on her finger, "Do you like the ring?"

"It's perfect. I love it. Thank you so much," she leaned forward to kiss him.

"Come on, I need to finish painting this wall and then we can go home. We had to pick up Lima from Mercedes and Kurt's," peeling him and his now fiancée from the floor.

"We are home, Finn" she smiled, wrapping her arms on his waist and stared on the 'painting' that Finn had done.

"Hang on, I have to take a picture of this before you covered the whole wall in tiffany blue. So I would have something to remember by," she suddenly let go of his hold and walked to the kitchen counter.

She snapped the painting with her mobile phone as she grinned widely. "Not that I'm going to post it on facebook or anything – I know it's a personal moment between you and me," she mumbled to herself.

"You can post that in your facebook page if you want to,"

"Really?"

"Well, this is probably the most dramatic I have been and I don't want it to go to waste. Let's make some people jealous, shall we? Let the world see!" he grinned back. Her eyes lit up and she squealed like the little Rachel Berry who just won her first tap-dancing competition.

How could he say no to that face?

In a matter of second, Rachel was busy posting the picture on her facebook page in full concentration. Finn smiled. He really didn't mind, as cheesy at it might look or sound. Her penchant for drama had definitely rubbed on him a little.

FIN