Hey, it's crabbyabby3 and here's my drabble! Hehe. That's such a fun word. Drabble. D-R-A-B-B-L-E. Drrrraaaaabbbbbbllllle. Okay, okay, back to the story.

V.

Just Let Go

Finn's truck roared down the gravel path, speeding over the rocks and sticks that littered the unpaved road. The windows were open, and the wind felt nice as it whipped through his hair and engulfed him in a cloud of cool breeze. He felt free, wild, able to do anything he-

"FINN! Slow down! Do you want to get us killed!"

And then the moment was gone.

Rachel looked as if she had just been pushed off a cliff. Her eyes were wide, her hair was flying everywhere, and her mouth was wide open.

She didn't take speed well.

Finn slowed the truck down to a stop. Then he grinned and looked over at Rachel, who was still in the same position as before. He was starting to think his daring self may have scared his girlfriend.

"Rach! What's the matter? We were barely going seventy," Finn said.

"The speed limit is fifty," Rachel said, staring straight ahead.

"Well, it's a deserted trail! No one ever comes down here."

"Not only is seventy miles per hour considered to be exceptionally fast, when paired with the road not being paved and the trail being covered with sticks and rocks, when driving over it you get the feeling quite similar to the one you would get if you were falling off a cliff," Rachel said in monotone.

"Oh, well I thought it was fun. Sorry. Maybe it's more of a guy thing," Finn said sheepishly as he opened the door and stepped out of the truck.

The door had already closed behind him when Rachel huffed under her breath, "Yeah, maybe!"

But then she smiled as if to say, I know he's an idiot, but I love him anyway.

A few minutes later Finn and Rachel had reached their destination: A clearing in the woods. It had a rotting wooden picnic table, a deserted beach chair, and if you climbed down a small dune you would reach a sandy beach. The water was a large lake that ran through Lima and the surrounding towns. It was pretty clean, inhabited only by seaweed (the stringy type that grows at the bottom of lakes) and some fish. A large tree seemed as if it grew over a little part of the lake. This appearance was caused by a tree that had it's roots on the grassy shore, but it's trunk grew up, up, up and then suddenly curved so it's leaves and upper branches hung over a part of the lake. One of the highest branches had a rope swing attached to it, and that was why Finn had brought Rachel here on this bright, sunny day.

As soon as Rachel saw the clearing, she grinned. "It's so CUTE!" She cried.

"Uh... what do you mean? It's not cute! It's...manly. You know. Lake. Rope swing. Sand. Manly stuff."

Rachel laughed. "How did you know about this place?"

"Oh, I used to come here all the time with my mom and her sister. My aunt has two girls our age, but they didn't like the outdoors very much so they only came sometimes."

Rachel nodded. "So, I brought a picnic basket, so we can have some lunch, and I brought a swimsuit, because you told me to, but I really don't want to get my hair wet and-"

"Rach, you have to go swimming! It's part of the fun!"

"Fine. But I'm only going because it's extremely dangerous for someone to go swimming by themselves."

Now it was Finn's turn to roll his eyes, but secretly he was ecstatic Rachel would get her hair wet for him.

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Finn and Rachel decided to eat lunch before they went swimming, so Rachel laid out a tablecloth over the sorry-looking picnic table and began to unpack the basket of food. First she laid out cups, napkins, forks, and knives, which was all normal stuff to bring to a picnic, so Finn didn't start feeling impressed by his girlfriend's picnic skills until she started unpacking sparkling water, bottles of Coke, and containers of potato salad and pasta salad, chicken sandwiches, tuna, and a gigantic slice of chocolate cake.

Finn was foaming at the mouth. He went right for the potato salad (actually, he dove first for the cake but Rachel slapped his hand back and said that he had to wait for that) and stuffed himself with that. Then he ate a chicken sandwich, and when Rachel didn't finish hers, he at that one too. He didn't stop eating until every last crumb on his plate was gone.

Rachel looked on, unfazed. He was a growing boy after all.

"Mmmm, thanks Rach, that food was great."

"You're welcome," Rachel replied.

After the food was all packed up again, Finn pulled off his shirt and started to run towards the water.

"Wait! Finn!" Rachel called after him.

Finn stopped. "What?"

"You need to wait at least an hour after you eat before you go in the water!"

Finn stood still for a moment, considering this, and then ran back up towards Rachel. Rachel had already taken off her clothes and was wearing her swimsuit (she had it on underneath), which was a bikini. A teeny bikini. Finn stared for a moment before Rachel snapped her fingers and said, "Ahem. Eyes up, honey."

Finn shook his head and muttered an apology.

"So what do you want to do for an hour?" Rachel asked.

"Um... how about this?" Finn said. Then he grabbed Rachel and hoisted her up and placed her over his shoulder, fireman style, and started to run down the beach.

"FINN! Put me down! I don't want to get wet! I can't go in! I just ate! Finn! FINN! Put me down! This instant! I don't want to go in!" Rachel yelled in protest, hitting his back with her tiny fists. However, Rachel wasn't really that strong and Finn barely felt the punches.

Finn ran across the sand, straight into the water, not stopping until the water was up to his chest.

"Finn don't you dare!" Rachel screamed. Finn grinned and transferred Rachel into his arms so that one arm was under her neck and the other underneath her knee. Rachel started to squeal. "FINN!"

Finn bent down, as if to lower Rachel into the water, but no. He shot up, out of the water, throwing Rachel into the air and watching amused as she fell, grasping for something to hold onto, covering her head with her hands, and glaring at Finn all at once.

Rachel's multi-tasking skills never ceased to amaze Finn.

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Rachel spluttered up from the water. Finn swam over, and pulled her towards him. He started to kiss her, but Rachel pushed him away.

"I'm mad at you." She pouted.

"Aw, Rach... c'mon... it's summer! Let loose! Let your hair down-and get it wet!"

Rachel huffed. "Still-"

She didn't get a chance to finish, because then Finn was kissing her again and this time, she didn't resist.

A couple minutes later, Rachel pulled away.

"Can we go on the rope swing?" she asked.

"Sure," Finn said.

The two got out of the water and walked over to the tree. The swing was low to the ground, and pretty basic. You just sit on the swing, facing the water, and when you're safely over the rocks near the shore you just kick off. It was about a ten foot drop, and Rachel was a little nervous.

"You go first," she insisted.

"Kay," Finn said. He hopped onto the swing, pushed himself off, and then he was gone, flying through the air until he kicked himself off and landed in the water. He came up seconds later, head bobbing on the surface, grinning. "That was awesome!" He cried. "You gotta go Rachel! You have to try it!"

Rachel shook her head. "I'm scared."

Finn, still in the water, made a face.

"Rach. Loosen up. Let loose. I mean, I'm not saying go wild and crazy all the time, like, we don't want you trying drugs and stuff, but I mean, seriously. You need to have fun, sometimes, babe. It's good for you."

"Well than. Fine."

And then Rachel got on the swing, and as she soared through the air, laughing, Finn knew that Rachel needed him, and he needed her just as much.