Hi everyone!

Thank you so much for all the kind reviews :-) I'm so overwhelmed *sniff*. Anyway - here it is, the second chapter! I was originally going to post this tomorrow, but you guys had been more than wonderful hehe. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing them :-)

I wanted Puck/Quinn to keep baby Beth and be together so bad that I wrote them like that in this story.

Reviews are more than welcome - I'm like Tinkerbell, I need applause (and reviews) to live!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I still don't own Glee. If I own it, I will be marrying Finn Hudson instead. Hehe.

Finn looked at the clock. It's just a little after five in the afternoon. In approximately twenty hours, he will be waiting for Rachel at the altar. She will look so beautiful in her dress, although he had never seen her wedding dress before because Rachel insisted that it is bad luck to see it before the wedding, but he knew she would be breathtaking.

In approximately twenty-one hours, they will officially be man and wife, and in approximately twenty-four hours, they will be putting the 'Don't Disturb' sign on the door and made love in the honeymoon suite, most probably for the rest of the night.

God, Hudson! Stop daydreaming. Or afternoon dreaming. Or whatever. You still have your vows to do!

He rummaged through his suitcase to look for his iPod, realizing that he hasn't finished packing for the honeymoon trip. He's taking Rachel to Paris, the day after tomorrow. He made a mental note to finish his packing tonight. He found his iPod, and put the headphones on. He let himself relax a bit – maybe it would help. Music always calmed him down. Actually, Rachel is the only one who calmed him down, but without her here physically, music will have to do.

He sprawled across his bed, closing his eyes. If only he could express his feelings about Rachel into words, and how crazily happy he is that she has found him, chose him and love him. It seemed like there is no word. To say that he is happy is an understatement. He is ecst… ecst… what was that word again? He flipped his Thesaurus. Ecstatic. Score.

It felt like he's on the top of the world. He felt like a king. He felt like shouting to all of the corners of the world that he loves Rachel Barbara Berry and she loves him too. He felt like singing about it all the time.

Wait, that's it! He opened his eyes suddenly and stood up.

"That's it, you big buffoon! Why didn't I think of it before?" slapping himself on the head, his heart is racing faster than normal. His vows will be said in the most natural way for him and for Rachel.

He always managed to put how he was feeling into a song. Like when he sang 'Faithfully' in Regionals with Rachel, or like when he sang to Quinn's parents about she's having his baby – which went horribly wrong in so many ways.

And he knew just who could help him.

He grabbed his phone and dialled. Puck picked up just after the first ring. "I KNOW YOU WILL COME TO YOUR SENSES!"

Finn backed the phone away from his ear – cringing from the extreme volume and the over-the-top excitement. "Dude, what the hell?" he shouted back.

Puck laughed victoriously, "I know you will eventually take my offer – having your last night of freedom out on the town of Lima, Ohio!"

Puck had been trying for weeks to convince him to go out tonight. "We should 'mourn' your last night as a bachelor, man!" as Puck put it, complete with the air quotes. Finn knew exactly what Puck meant by "mourning". He declined and told him over and over again that, with Rachel, he is free to be himself completely and there is nothing to mourn about. He is overjoyed, in fact. Puck responded with a snicker "Finnessa."

"That's not why I called, asswipe!" he said, shaking his head in amusement that some people never changed. "Some people" means Puck, his Best Man, who despite of already being married for a few years now and with a second child on the way, still (most of the time) acted like the douche he was in High School.

Puck groaned, "You're a lame ass groom, Hudson. My offer still stands until midnight tonight! Think about it; No, actually, don't think about it. Just effing do it, bro! I have Abrams, Chang, Rutherford, even Mr Schue on speed dial! Let's get this party started!"

He laughed; happy and relieved that he had fully reconciled with Puck, his brother from another parents, as if that babygate incident with Quinn never happened. To be honest, now Finn was kind of understood why it happened. He finally found the courage to tell Rachel how he really felt and fought for her; and Puck found true love in Quinn. "Everything happened for a reason," as Rachel would always tell him.

"I need your help," he said in all seriousness. "Can you come over?"

"On my way, homie! I'm alone in the house anyway – Quinn is at that sleepover with the girls, and Beth is at my mom's. I'll bring the booze! I'll let the other guys kn-" he can hear Puck slammed the door and started his car.

"No, No! Just you! No booze! I need to be completely sober for this. Bring your guitar."

"My guitar? What the fuck are we doing, dude? Are you making a move on the Puckermeister? Uncool, bro!"

"Just bring your guitar. I'll explain later," Finn rolled his eyes before he ended the call.

***TBC***