Hello hello! I don't know why you say goodbye, I said Hello! (Ok, that was lame)

Hi again everyone :-) Here's the third chapter of the story I'm working on... I got a little bit emotional in this chapter, I guess I got a little too carried away. It's a short one, because I really didn't know how to prolong the moment. I'm scared I might ruin it even more!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, unfortunately. Maybe if I win the lotto jackpot, I would persuade Ryan Murphy to let me buy his shares :-D

"Finn."

He turned around and caught the eyes of the woman who raised him. They stared at each other for a few moments without saying anything. His mom smiled at the sight of him wearing his tuxedo. He could see that her eyes were watery.

"My baby boy has grown up," she hugged him tightly, resting on his chest with him enveloping her as the giant he is. They stayed that way for a few minutes. He could feel his shirt getting wet. She was crying.

"I am so happy, for you and for Rachel. You both deserve to be happy, Finn. I am so proud," she said between her sobs. He tightened his hug, trying so hard not to cry and failed miserably. His tears escaped his eyes.

He tried to form a sentence, to thank his Mom for everything she has done for him all her life. Working extra shifts to put food on the table and to make sure that he gets the education he needed, all the while still telling him bedtime story to help him fall asleep, nursing him back to health when he was sick, all her late night talks with him – giving him advices and so many more. So so many more.

"Mom. I…" he stopped. God, he really sucked at finding the right words. "I love you, Mom. Thank you so much for everything. I don't know how I could ever repay you."

She shifted her sight into his eyes with the affection only a mother has. She cupped his right cheek and wiped his tears away, "Just promise me you both will be happy and you'll take care of each other," He nodded and kissed his Mom on the cheek.

"There's something I want you to have," his mom gave him a small black velvet box. He opened it to find a pair of silver round cufflinks. "Your father wore this at our wedding day. I know that he would love for you to have it. It will be like he's here with us…"

Before his mom finished her sentence, he wrapped her again into a hug. He let himself cry a little bit more, the pain in his chest was unbearable. His mom rubbed his back in soothing circles. Oh, how he wished Dad was here. He would probably give him pep talks right about now, and he would love Rachel. Sure, Burt is a great father-figure and he makes his mom happy, but what he wouldn't give to have his Dad here with him.

At that moment, he was just the little drummer boy who missed his father very much.

"I know he is very proud of you. He would have given everything to be here with you."

"Thanks, Mom." He said, finally able to compose himself. Carole Hummel smiled as she adjusted his tie and helped him put his Dad's cufflinks on. Her face beaming with pride. "How do I look?" she stroked his hair, like what she used to do since he was young – making him feel like he's the most loved boy in the whole world.

"Like a man in love," she smiled.

Indeed, he is.