I hope you like this. It took me a while. In between showers, dinner and Glee. I hope you enjoy :)

Kurt stared at his brother with wide eyes. It was strange to think that a year and a half ago this man wasn't in contact with anyone from his old life and now he sat with his arm slung over his heavily pregnant girlfriends shoulder smiling and laughing with every single one of his high school friends. Kurt couldn't believe how easily he settled back into life in America. Finn had moved to New York with Rachel, meaning that Rachel could finally move out of Kurt and Blaine's apartment and they rented their own. Finn's success in the Australian music industry meant that he found it extremely easy to get a job in New York and he could bring in enough income to support his family. It was the happiest that either of them had been since they broke up in senior year.

"You alright there dude?" Finn asked his brother, smirking slightly.

"Huh, what?" Kurt asked, caught off guard. "Oh yeah, I'm fine,"

"Yeah, sure dude. You're probably daydreaming about Blaine being naked again and at the party too!" The entire room burst out into giggles at that and Kurt looked at his feet embarrassed.

"Baby!" Rachel laughed, slapping her boyfriend on the chest. He pouted at her before leaning in to give her a kiss. A chorus of "gross" and "get a room" echoed around the room as if they were back in high school. It was remarkably immature.

"But seriously dude, what were you looking at me like that for? It's freaky,"

"I was just thinking about stuff. You know, a year and a half ago you weren't even talking to any of us, except me and now look at you,"

"He's completely whipped!" Puck screamed from the other end of the room, earning him a death stare from Finn and a giggle from Rachel.

"Shut up, Puck. He isn't completely whipped, just a little bit whipped."

"Ha! Good one Hummel!" Puck congratulated.

"No, not good one Kurt! I am not whipped! Get on with it,"

"Don't get your knickers in a knot Finny!" Kurt continued. "Anyway, my brother here wasn't talking to anyone a year and a half ago and now he lives in New York, has an amazing job, the girl of his dreams and a baby on the way. His life couldn't get any better,"

"Can you please not talk about me like I'm not here?" Finn asked begrudgingly.

"Oh, but you aren't Frankenteen," Santana snickered. "This person that occupies your body is not you. It's your evil, whipped inner you,"

"What is this? Pick on Finn Hudson day? Is that why you're having a party?"

"Oh baby, calm down. I think it's cute that you're so dedicated to me. They're just having fun," Rachel reassured her frustrated boyfriend.

"Yeah, we're just having fun!" Lauren squealed excitedly.

They went on like this for another hour or so. Most people picking on Finn, educating him in just how whipped he really was. Most of the time he looked to Rachel for support, who just rubbed his back in sympathy. Finally, Finn worked up some guts and stood.

"Okay guys!" he yelled over the crowd of noises coming from the original New Directions. "I have something that I want to say,"

"Bring on the sap!" Puck yelled ruthlessly.

Finn death stared him before continuing. "Rachel Barbra Berry, you are the most self-centred, loud, career driven, amazing and inspiring woman I have even known. You're beautiful and talented and I couldn't imagine my life without you." Finn knelt down on one and shoved his hand in his pocket. A few muffled gasps erupted from the room and Rachel's eyes glassed over with tears. "This wasn't really the way I planned it but, Rachel, I love you and I want to be with you forever. Rachel Berry, will you marry me?"

The room was silent and tears streaked every woman's face and Kurt's face as well. Rachel was now crying hard and she was at loss for words. Instead of talking, she just nodded her head over and over and over again.

"Yes," she finally managed to say. "Yes. Yes. Yes, yes, yes!" She rambled on. Finn stood and Rachel jumped up and wrapped her arms around him, taking him in the biggest hug that her swollen stomach would allow.

"Baby, I love you," he whispered into her hair, ignoring the fact that there was a room of people applauding the engagement.

"I love you too,"

"You know Rachey?" he asked softly.

"Hmm?"

"I was so lost. You helped me find myself. I'm like the lost and found,"

"Hmm. I like that," she whispered back. "We're like the lost and found,"

The End!

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