A/N: I'm not entirely sure about this chapter, and I know where I want this story to go but I'm not quite sure about how to get there. Leave me some feedback if you like it, don't like it, or just cause.

Kait

Chapter 3

"Rachel?" Hiram asked as he answered the phone, she figured that if they were going to makes these calls this morning she should go ahead and get hers out of the way, although she wasn't entirely convinced she'd be able to get the words out now that she'd heard her Daddy's voice, "what a surprise we never hear from you on weekdays."

"I know Daddy," she grinned, "I just wanted to call and tell you some good news, remember that boy that I told you about on Saturday?"

"Finn Hudson, the quarterback? Yes, Dad was very excited to learn that his little girl was crushing on an athlete and not a musical theater nerd-"

"Daddy!" she shrieked.

"I know, I tried to tell him he fell for one and has one as a daughter, but you know your father," Hiram sighed, and she heard the click of the phone as she could only assume her Dad picked up.

"Don't listen to him pumpkin," Leroy's deep smirking voice rung through her ear, "I love the two of you more than anything in the world, but it would be nice to get some male bonding going on in this house every now and then."

"Isn't that what we did last night?"

"Daddy!" she shrieked closing her eyes, listening to the two men laugh, "anyway don't you want to hear why I've called."

"Yes please," Leroy answered.

"Well last night Finn and I went out and we got m…" she trailed off, she couldn't do this to these two men, who had raised her and promised her any wedding she could desire and any man she could ever want. She couldn't tell them that she'd run off the night before and circumvented the whole process, "Finn asked me to marry him," not a total lie she congratulated herself.

"Really?" Hiram's voice floated to her now, "and he didn't think to ask us first?"

"Daddy," she sighed, "I said yes, so you might as well get over that one now."

"I'm thinking June," Leroy mumbled, "do you think you guys will get married this summer or next?"

"Well Finn finishes his degree this year, but will probably stay and complete his fourth year for the team, so maybe this summer, I don't know," she sighed, she heard the door open and grinned when she saw him enter.

"Oh," Hiram exclaimed, "we have to get started then we'll talk to you later sweetie, Dad's got to get to work."

"Okay," she nodded, accepting the kiss Finn was offering to her, hearing her fathers' 'I love you's, "I love you guys too, and don't forget I'll be home in three weeks for Thanksgiving."

"So how'd they take it?" he asked, pulling out jeans and a polo from his closet.

"I couldn't tell them," she sighed, scrubbing at her face, "I was so close and then all I could think was I'm the only child these two men will ever have and they both deserve the chance to give me away, so I told them we were engaged."

"That's not so bad," he grinned, stacking his clothes neatly on his desk, "this way we get to be married here, and not let anyone at home down, that's actually kind of perfect."

"You think so?" she giggled as he crawled over her, if she'd had a little more forethought she'd have gotten dressed this morning before making her phone call.

"I know so," he looked down at her gently pulling a the sheet that she had tucked tightly under her arms, "now I do believe there is still enough time before either of us has to be anywhere…" he trailed off a finger trailing across her chest, as she picked at his t-shirt.

FRFRFRFRFRFRFR

"Where have you been?" Lizzie asked, when she came strolling into their suite later that morning. Draping her dress over the back of the couch she shrugged before heading for her own room, "Is that Finn's shirt?"

"Yes," she nodded, Lizzie followed her into her room as she put the dress away, "He was kind enough to offer it to me this morning."

"So you spent the night with Finn Hudson?" she questioned, "I think this makes you the last of the virgins to be seduced by the master."

"In more ways than one," she muttered, she'd been putting Finn's reputation out of her mind for as long as possible but now it was facing her head on, "we got married last night."

"You married Finn Hudson?" Lizzie asked dropping onto her bed, "like forever, faithfully, he's your husband for the rest of your life?"

"That's the plan," she nodded, turning back around, "why do you have that look on your face?"

"Well Rach," Lizzie sighed, "Finn isn't exactly known for being a relationship type guy, or for more than one night stands, if we're being honest."

"He's different," Rachel shook her head, "that cocky confident guy that I met on Friday night, has not reappeared since, I think that something really changed with him."

"Wow!" Lizzie laughed, "let me know when you get back from outer space."

"That may never happen," Rachel returned, "now if you don't mind, I have to get dressed and get to class."

RFRFRFRFRFRFR

"Alright this is just practice for the parents," Finn reminded himself taking a deep breath before picking up his phone and pressing send waiting for Kurt to answer.

"What can I do for you Finn?" his distracted voice answered.

"Just wanted to return your call from the other night and I have some news," he took a calming breath.

"Well I was just calling to let you know that I will be visiting at Thanksgiving, but Blaine will no longer be joining me," he answered tersely.

"Did you finally end it?" Finn questioned, Blaine had been slipping from Kurt for months now and Finn assumed it was only at matter of time before the relationship ended.

"When I found him in bed with the female lead from the newest school musical I figured it was time."

"I'm sorry man," he sighed, he always thought there was some kind of bisexual side to Blaine, he'd caught him checking out girls a few times.

"Whatever, it's another discussion for another time, so what is your good news?"

"I got engaged last night!" he announced.

"Wow, okay Finn. Let me know when you break up with this one."

"That's not happening Kurt," he sighed, "it's going to stick, the wedding will probably be this summer, I actually think Rachel could probably use your help planning the whole thing."

"Do I really have to learn this one's name? Let's be honest Finn you haven't been in a single long lasting relationship since Quinn-"

"Which is why I know this one is going to last," Finn sighed, "she is nothing like Quinn, and everything I've always imagined, she's perfect man."

"How long have you known this girl?" Kurt questioned.

"We met on Friday night, I went over to her place looking for one of the girls I've hooked up with before and there she was, sent straight to me. Like Burt talked about when he and Mom got married, God told me to go get her, and I did."

"You realize how crazy you sound right? You've known this girl less than a week and you're already engaged, and you're talking like a raving lunatic, Finn."

"When we first met how long did it take you to like me? Or when you and Blaine first met?" he questioned, granted neither of his examples had turned out all that well, "or when you introduced our parents?"

"Okay your first two were ridiculous examples," he retorted, "but I think you got me with the parents."

"Exactly, so what do you think? I didn't sound completely insane, because I'm calling mom next and I don't want her to like drive up here and try and break us up."

"Lead with the line about their wedding, and leave out the parts about how you only met her on Friday night," he advised, "so I'll see you at Thanksgiving then."

"Yeah man," he nodded, "I'll see you."

"Who was that?" he jumped, quickly spinning to see Rachel struggling with a large bag.

"Kurt," he reached for the bag, dropping it on the couch, "how much stuff did you bring?"

"Not much I figured it would be better to keep most of my stuff in the dorm, because you don't exactly have a lot of closet space, and if my dads come it needs to look lived in," she informed him, "how'd Kurt take it?"

"Pretty good," he nodded, "he suggested when I tell mom that I leave out how we only met on Friday."

"You don't think your mom will notice that you've never spoken of me before?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Actually I don't talk to my mom about girls," he shrugged, "The only serious girlfriend I had in high school kind of rubbed my mom the wrong way so ever since then I just haven't felt comfortable opening up around her about it."

"Oh," she sighed, "I hope she and I can get along-"

"You will," he reassured her, pulling her into his arms and rubbing her back softly, "you and Quinn are complete opposites. Plus I love you, and I don't know how she couldn't love you as well."

"But didn't you love this Quinn girl?"

"At the time I thought I did, but she lied and slept with my best friend and when it was finally over I realized that I didn't actually love her the way I thought I did," he smiled, "plus the feelings I feel for you are way more than I've ever felt for anyone ever before."

"I love you," she murmured, pulling his face down to her own, "you're kind of amazing, you know that?"

"I love you too," he laughed, "let's go see if we can get this stuff into the closet."

FRFRFRFRFRFRFR

"These are really good Rach," he smirked as he devoured the cookies she'd baked as he'd cleaned out part of his closet.

"I'm glad you like them," she smiled, "I know we didn't really talk much about it and I probably should have asked when we were talking about me yesterday but how many girls have you slept with?"

"I didn't exactly keep a list Rachel," he shrugged, "but I won't lie and tell you that I haven't had my share, I mean on Saturday I came looking for Lizzie mainly for that purpose…but I've never experienced anything like Friday night, and last night was so amazing-"

"I doubt it," she scoffed, she wasn't going to lie to herself and pretend that she could possibly measure up to anything he'd experienced before.

"No," he took her hands in his pulling her to him, "last night was more amazing then it has ever been before, because I've never felt connected to the person I'm with, so in a way you were my first too."

"I love you," she murmured, "but really how many girls on this campus am I going to have to imagine killing?"

"I honestly can't remember Rachel," he sighed, "less than fifty?"

"Really Finn?" she shrieked, "that seems like a large number."

"Well I am the star quarterback," he replied.

"I don't want to get angry 'cause neither one of us can change this," she looked up at him through her eye lashes, "but can we make sure that these girls all know you are off the market now?"

"We'll spread the word, but for a lot of these girls that doesn't really matter they want what they want," he sighed, peering into her eyes, before bending towards her, "but you have to trust that you are it for me from now on it's you Rachel Hudson."

"I do trust you," she grinned, stretching to connect their lips, "now are you going to call your mom?"

"Maybe later," he smirked, sweeping an arm under her knees and moving quickly toward the bedroom.