A/N: any and all mistakes are my own.

Chapter 2

"Yes," she smirked, answering her phone Sunday morning. After staying up well passed midnight as they slowly made their way back to her dorm, and hours after he left she'd stayed up contemplating her thoughts before coming to a simple conclusion, she didn't want any regrets in her life.

"Really?" he laughed as she confirmed her answer, and she could almost picture the boyish smile gracing his face, "where are you right now?"

"In my room, I'm getting ready to head to the dining hall for breakfast, you?" she answered, grabbing the keys and quickly locking the door to her room.

"Standing outside," he replied, "I was thinking we could hit up the dining hall and then you could come back to my place."

"Sounds perfect," she smiled seeing him leaning against the front of his truck, one hand tucked neatly in his pocket the other holding the phone to his ear, "hi," she murmured, stepping up on her toes, puckered lips waiting for his.

"Um," he moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and hoisting her gently to him, "I missed you last night," he smiled, seeing her eyes still closed and the serene smile on her face.

"Well it's only one more night apart," the smile that shown on her face couldn't possibly be any bigger, "but there are discussions that need to occur before then, so breakfast?"

"Yes please," he took her hand before heading to the opposite side of the parking lot where the dining hall sat awaiting them.

"So you practice some form of Christianity?" she questioned as they joined the back of the line in the lobby of the dining hall.

"I don't practice anything, but I was baptized as a Methodist before my dad went off to serve in Desert Storm," he nodded, "you're Jewish right?"

"Yes, my Daddy is Jewish and my Dad converted when they got married, my grandparents insisted," she smiled, "they'll want you to convert as well but it isn't completely necessary, as long as you don't mind raising our children in the Jewish faith."

"Seems reasonable," he chuckled, handing over his student ID to be run through the system before following her into the cafeteria like line. "Is there even anything in here you can eat?"

"I usually just get the fruit," she pushed her tray down the rails, watching as he piled eggs, pancakes, French toast, bacon, sausage, and anything else he could onto his plate. "Do you usually eat this much for breakfast?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "we usually have morning workout session so I have to replenish my body afterwards."

"That makes sense," she smiled, "do you have a preferred seating location?"

"Uh," he chuckles, "not really, I usually just look for someone I know, but since you are with me, wherever you would like."

"Alright," she led the way to a corner table that allowed her to keep a watch over the entire room, "in high school I often got slushies dumped over my head or food thrown at me, so I like to sit in a location that allows me to see what everyone else is doing?"

"Are you serious?" he tried to hold back the smile, "I guess we really are different, I was the one throwing the slushies in high school," noting the horrified look on her face he quickly back tracked, "I only threw like two and they were strictly to keep from having them thrown on myself."

"Anyway," she shook it off, "you were in your school's glee club, right?"

"I was," he nodded, "we never made it past our regional competition though," he sighed, "when you're up against Vocal Adrenaline it's kind of a losing battle."

"Oh yes," she exclaimed, "I heard a lot about them, many of them are in local theater performances in Carmel, and I met a few at vocal and theatrical summer camps."

"I'll bet," he swallowed the bite he'd just taken, "so not to sound insensitive or anything, but with gay marriage being illegal in the state of Ohio how is it that your dads got married?"

"They only got married when it became legal in Canada in 2005, legally it is still not recognized in Ohio, but they had a ceremony back in '92. That's when they celebrate their anniversary," she spoke very carefully, "And obviously it's not an issue anymore, but I was born via surrogate and even though my father's never really explained it to me, I'm pretty sure that only one of them has legal custody."

"That seems a little ridiculous," he finally breathed, "it's cool though, that they like never let anyone tell them what they couldn't do."

"No, they certainly didn't," she smiled softly, realizing that this man was more than she could have ever hoped for.

"They've paved the way for people like Kurt and future generations to come," he lifted her hand, "plus from what I can tell they raised a pretty awesome daughter."

"Thank you Finn," she smiled, "finish up, I want to go look at some rings, if that's okay with you?"

"Yeah," he agreed, "I hope you won't be too disappointed but I'm only going to be able to afford simple bands, the stipend the school gives me is large but it won't cover a diamond."

"That's totally not necessary Finn," she sighed, as they finally exited the dining hall headed back for his truck, "I would just like a symbol of our commitment to each other."

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Settled comfortably on his bed, with his future wife straddling his waist as they made out was never a real scenario in Finn Hudson's imagination. But as her hands roamed the broad expanse of his bare chest while one of his inched into the space left between her jeans and her waist, and the other was already firmly holding onto her behind.

"Finn," she murmured, pulling back slightly, her thick hair all pushed to one side as she started toward his ear, "can you wait another 24 hours?" she finally pulled back settling onto his thighs as his hands slipped to her thighs. "I just, if I've made it this far I might as well wait that little bit longer right?"

"Wait, you're still…a virgin?" his hands fell from her thighs. He'd honestly never been all that much of a ladies' man until he'd gotten to Ohio State but he'd never been with a virgin, and he'd definitely never been with a woman he loved.

"I figured that would be pretty obvious after my first kiss yesterday. Is…is that a problem?" she swallowed thickly it hadn't occurred to her in the past forty eight hours that it might be an issue, well the first twenty four she didn't think he was even seriously interested in her, and the next twelve had been spent thinking and dreaming of being Finn Hudson's wife, and after that she'd just wanted to get to know him and have him get to know her.

"NO," he nearly cried, when he didn't answer and she started to slide away from him, "no, Rachel it's totally awesome, you had morals and you stuck with them. I wish I'd had the courage to do that."

"It wasn't much of a choice actually, you're the only person I've made out with," she shrugged, her eyes glued to his abs to keep from looking into his own, "people aren't really clamoring at the chance to be with the school loser."

"You're not a loser Rach," he lifted her chin with both of his hands and pulled her closer, "and I'll totally wait another twenty four hours, hell I'd wait another 24 years-" seeing the raised eyebrow she was shooting him, "okay so I wouldn't wait 24 years, but we can wait until you're ready," her small smile was utterly adorable to him, "...but if we're going to do that we need to find something else to do right now, so what do you say we go look up some stuff about getting married."

"Can I use your computer?" she asked sliding off his lap, moving over to his desk, where the open laptop sat.

"Yes," he nodded, relaxing back against his bed, "I'm just going to cool off over here for a little bit okay?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "oh, is this you and your sister?"

"Uh huh," he sighed, remembering the picture he had just changed on his desktop background, "that was a couple weeks ago when they came up for the game."

"She looks like she adores you," taking in the photo of the little girl hoisted against her brother's side, him clearly sweating and tired after a long game, and her proudly wearing his number as she placed a kiss against his cheek.

"I just wish that we could hang out together more, you know?" he sighed finally moving to the edge of the bed and reaching an arm over her shoulder to open his web browser.

"I could imagine, I don't have any siblings so I can only assume that having that relationship is unique and I'm sad that I won't ever get to experience it for myself," she quickly google'd the information they were looking for.

"You will," he placed a kiss against her neck, glancing at the screen over her shoulder, "Kurt and Tara are going to be your siblings now too."

"You're an amazing man," she turned her head to gaze at the side of his face as he began reading the information she'd pulled up.

"Looks like we just need $50 bucks cash and our driver's licenses," he read, "we can get married same day, with no wait. We can call the courthouse in the morning and set up an appointment."

"Amazing," she whispered, placing a kiss against his cheek, "so shopping?"

"Of course," he grinned.

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"Wow," he sighed when she walked toward him Monday afternoon, on the front steps of the county courthouse. She wore a flowing white sundress and silver strappy heels. Her hair was pulled softly away from her face a few tendrils dangling around her face. She'd insisted they meet there for the sake of keeping a little tradition in their nontraditional wedding, he'd agreed and caught the bus downtown so they wouldn't have to ride back separately.

"Not so bad yourself," she nodded, taking in the well fitting suit and the straight black tie that hung from his neck, "I hope you like the look, because it is cold and I know it won't last long."

"Well let's go," he chuckled, placing a hand against her lower back, "you want my coat?"

"No," she shook her head, "well maybe when we leave."

"Alright," he laughed, following the signs through the courthouse, eventually coming to the door labeled marriage license, "ready?"

"Yep," with a deep breath from both of them, he opened the door letting her lead the way, "we have an appointment."

"Mr. Hudson?" the attendant asked, when he nodded she smiled, "very well, I took the liberty of filling out the information you gave me over the phone. If you will both look over it and confirm, I'll need photo ID from both of you and your fifty dollars."

"Looks perfect," he nodded, glancing at Rachel for her approval.

"Husband signature," the attendant handed over a pin pointing to the line where he was to sign and then to the line opposite of it, "wife signature."

"Technically you are done, but since Mr. Hudson informed me that you are hoping to marry today, I can go ahead and ask the questions? I'll do the signing and then you'll be on your way," she smiled at them.

"Let's do it," Rachel nodded, taking Finn's hand tightly into hers.

"Do you…" she glanced at the paper in front of her, "Finn, take Rachel to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," he nodded, pulling the ring from his pinky finger and sliding it onto her finger.

"And do you Rachel take Finn to be your lawfully wedded husband?" she asked.

"Of course I do," she nodded, pulling the larger ring from her thumb sliding it onto his finger.

"Well by the State of Ohio, you…are…officially…married," she drug out the last few words as she signed her name to the form, "congratulations."

"Thank you," Rachel grinned at her, just before Finn's lips captured her own. It wasn't what she'd always imagined, but at this point she couldn't imagine it differently.

"You ready?" he asked after finally pulling back, sliding his jacket off and slipping it over her shoulders.

"Let's go," she couldn't wait to get back to his apartment, their apartment, and see what all the excitement was about.

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Quickly switching off the alarm hoping not to wake her, he glanced over at her face studying her carefully to ensure she didn't wake. He pulled on clean underwear and athletic shorts before sitting on his desk chair to quickly tie up his tennis shoes.

"Where're you goin'?" her drowsy voice interrupted his concentration and he glanced up at her.

"Football practice," he whispered, finishing up and pulling a shirt over his head before leaning over her and placing a couple of kisses against her lips, "I'll be back around 8. We can call our parents when I get back, okay?"

"Um hmm," she mumbled, grabbing the back of his head slipping her tongue into his mouth, "love you."

"I love you too," he promised, smiling when he noticed she'd already fallen back to sleep.