A/N: I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG! I thought I would have so much updating time this summer but I guess not...anyway I hope you like this!

IV.

Fireworks

"Hey, Rachel!" a voice called. Rachel turned around to find Finn standing a few yards away with his mom, Burt, and Kurt. She walked over to them, greeting Finn last.

"Happy fourth, Finn," she said, grinning up at him.

"Happy fourth, babe," he responded, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

"Ugh," Kurt said, making fake gagging noises. "You two are so ridiculously sweet that I'm going to end up with cavities."

"Oh, please," Finn retorted, "Like you aren't the same way with Blaine."

Kurt just stuck out his tongue before running off, claiming that he saw Mercedes talking to Sam over by the grills. They were all at the Fourth of July cookout that Lima had every year in the town center. Everyone in the town came for the food, games, and, most importantly, the fireworks.

Finn and Rachel spent the afternoon roaming around, catching up with fellow glee club members. A few minutes before the fireworks were scheduled to begin, Finn pulled Rachel behind a tree so no one else could see them. He cupped her face with his hands and kissed her lips.

"I'm sorry," he chuckled, pulling away. "I've just been wanting to do that since I saw you."

Rachel blushed a deep scarlet.

"I don't even need to stay for the fireworks, I see so many when I kiss you," she said looking into his eyes and intertwining their fingers.

"I don't see fireworks when I kiss you, Rachel."

Rachel stopped smiling abruptly when he said that.

"No! No, I didn't mean it like that, Rach." Finn had only just realized what he said. "I meant, when I kiss you, it's like...the whole world stops spinning. And everything that's wrong, it doesn't matter anymore. Because you're here, in my arms, and that's all I need."

By the end of his little speech, Rachel had tears in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and embraced him tightly.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too."

It was perfect. The moment their lips met once again, the real fireworks began to blast through the starry night sky, while the pair was in their own happy world, loving the fact that they had each other.

As they both pulled back, they looked into each other's eyes and, at the same time, whispered one word.

"Fireworks."

A/N: Sorry this is so short! Anyway thanks for reading, and happy fourth of July!