A/N: I am so sorry about the delay for this; I've been like super busy. I apologise again. I know it's short, but I just didn't know how to make it any longer. Enjoy. Remember to review please.

Rescue Me, Love Me, Mr Hudson

Chapter 14

Rachel looked up at the Eiffel tower, snowflakes melting on her face. Finn took her hand, leading her out of cold, and the darkness, towards the hotel. The warmth of the hotel engulfed her, and stung her ice cold skin. Finn smiled down at her, kissing the redness in her cheeks. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her up to their room. He set her back on her feet, outside the room, and suddenly saw the pain in his girlfriend's eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked panicked, he hated seeing her upset.

She rubbed her eyes and shook her head, she tried brushing off her pain as tiredness, and he pretended to believe and led her into the room. She slid out of the coat and changed into her pajamas. She climbed into the bed; the crisp sheets heating her up, Finn quickly joined her, his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest, his face buried in the ocean of brunette hair. She fell asleep softly in his arms, she slept, but she didn't rest.

Finn woke up late the next day, but carefully moved away from Rachel, trying not to disturb her. He picked out the shirt and pants he was going to wear for their important dinner date, and slipped into the shower. Rachel woke up the moment Finn had left the bed; she pretended to sleep, until he slipped into the bathroom. She ordered room service, and waited for the bell boy to bring it up. Rachel just laid there, looking out the bedroom window, the winter sun kissing her skin softly. There was a knock on the door, and Rachel quickly got up from bed, opening the door. The bell boy wheeled the cart in.

"Merci, beaucoup," Rachel smiled, handing him a tip of ten Euros, he nodded in thanks and left. Rachel took a slice of toast from the plate and began eating it slowly as she decided on a dress to wear for today; it was their last day in Paris before they headed back to New York for the remainder of their sophomore year at college. Finn came out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, a towel wrapped around his waist. He smiled when he saw Rachel sat on the floor, her suitcase between her legs, her hair rolling down her back. She turned her head, and smiled at him. He felt complete with Rachel.

Finn held Rachel's hand tight as they walked into the restaurant, she felt awkward, and she wasn't used to this much formal attire. The waitress escorted them to their table at the rear of the restaurant, in a small alcove. Finn pulled out her chair, like a gentleman would do. The waitress gave them their menu's and then scurried away. Finn was rattling with nerves, unsure if he could do this today. Rachel nervously scanned the menu, and settled on something safe, a vegan salad, while Finn ordered something weird and bizarre, and when it came to the table, Rachel almost vomited it looked that vile. After they had finished their meal, Finn built up the courage, and rose from his seat. Rachel looked up at him, confused, what was going on? Suddenly, someone playing a violin approached them. Rachel watched in astonishment as Finn dropped to one knee in front of her. He took the small box out his pocket, and played with it.

"I love you, I've always loved you, and you mean the world to me, and even though what we originally had was unorthodox, I know what I want. I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" Finn looked up at his girlfriend, and saw that she was crying, smiling. She cried out yes and threw her arms around his neck, sobbing into his neck. She was shaking as he put the engagement ring on her finger.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, as she kissed him again.

She didn't tell Santana until they got back to New York. Santana was genuinely happy for them. She even cried for Rachel. Santana now knew that Rachel was everything Finn deserved. Santana went out and bought every bridal magazine available, and gave them to Rachel. She was going to be the best friend, and the best maid of honour any one could have. She wasn't going to let her feelings rule her. She knew that she would get over Rachel, and she'd find someone for herself.

"I appreciate all you are doing for Rachel," Finn said to her, a few months later.

Santana just shrugged, and carried the fabric samples into their apartment, as Rachel still hadn't decided on her dress, and Santana had suggested that she could make it for her, and today was first day of designing and planning.

"I mean it," Finn said, helping her.

"Finn, shut up for fucks sake, you and Rachel are getting married, I know that. I'm letting go ok? I am letting her go!" Santana almost yelled, slamming the door to their apartment in his face, knowing that it wouldn't achieve anything.