Just a little cherry on top for my dearest readers :-)

I hope you enjoyed it!

Viva La Finchel!

Finn stared at the scenery from the balcony of their honeymoon suite. He couldn't remember what time it was, what day it was. All he could remember was how perfect that day was for him and Rachel.

After the wedding and the obligatory mingling around with the guests for drinks and canapés, after the photography session with families and friends, they were ready for their little 'after-party'. But not before Rachel threw her bouquet and major catfight happened between Kurt and Santana to catch the bouquet.

Kurt won.

They all went back to changed into their casual attires and headed to their favourite pizza joint in town where they used to hang out as high school kids. Laughter, jokes, and playful banters were exchanged. Mr and Mrs Schue, and both of their parents joined as well, and they all happily spent the rest of the afternoon at the Karaoke Bar, belting show tunes after show tunes to the eager crowd. Puck, Mr Schue and himself actually did a rendition of 'I Wanna Sex You Up' like what they did at the parent-teacher meeting.

It was probably embarrassing as hell, but after a couple of beers you started to not care at all. Even more, when Finn caught Rachel giving him 'the look' while biting her lower lip. It was totally worth it.

He grinned to himself and snapped back to reality when a pair of slender arms wrapped him around the waist.

"What are you thinking?" Rachel said, leaning her head against his back and leaving butterfly kisses. She smelled like strawberries and chocolate.

He put his hands on hers. "About how happy I am right now," he turned to her, her arms still wrapped around him. He ran his fingers through her hair, "About how happy you make me."

"You make me very happy," Rachel put her hand on his chest.

He took her hand in his; smiling when he saw the matching wedding band they were both wearing. "This is like a dream. I'm scared I'm gonna wake up anytime soon" he said.

"I assure you, dear husband, that this is not a dream," her face serious but playful at the same time. She landed a kiss on his lips. "You wouldn't be able to feel that in a dream, would you?" she grinned as he enveloped her into a giant hug.

"Hey, I have a confession to make," she said after they embraced in contented silence. Her voice all muffled because he crashed her into his chest.

"Huh? What is it?" he felt like his heart stopped beating for a second. Oh no.

She cleared her throat; "I haven't been completely honest with you about something. I should have told you before. And if we want to start our marriage right, we should start by being honest with each other…"

Finn swallowed a little. His heart was racing.

One Mississippi.

Two Mississippi.

"I… I had to use my thesaurus a few times too for my vows. Three times to be exact!" she made a 'number three' sign with her hand.

"No, actually. I lied. It was five times." She looked down at her feet, defeated.

Rachel paused for reaction as Finn stood there with his jaw dropped for a minute - or maybe two - before he burst out laughing. His sides were hurting. That was probably the most adorable thing he had ever heard.

"Finn!" Rachel pouted and stomped her right foot. He loved it when she gets all worked up over some silly stuff.

He pulled Rachel into a hug; his chest was shaking up and down from laughter. After a while, she burst out laughing too. "Stop laughing! It isn't funny!" she playfully punched his chest.

"You had no idea how relief I was to hear that!" he looked at her in amusement.

"You are relief that I lied to you?" her eyes widened, staring at him in disbelief.

"Babe," he leaned his forehead against hers. "If that's what you're going to lie about for the rest of our lives – believe me – I won't mind. At all." He smiled.

Rachel arched her left eyebrow at him, "But shouldn't you be disappointed or something? You always thought I was so articulate, but the fact is I too learned it from my thesaurus. You should be at least a little bit angry at me," He didn't even have any idea what articulate meant.

"No, Rach. I'm not angry at you."

"But you should!" she insisted.

He took a deep breath, and finally said with determination, "Okay, fine. Since we are being honest or whatever. I am a little bit angry with you. Very angry, in fact. You should have told me earlier. I was losing my mind trying to write the perfect vows for our wedding,"

"I'm so sorry… Yours was perfect by the way-" he cut her off before she could finished her sentence.

"For that you should be punished, Mrs Hudson." He gave her a death stare.

"Huh?"

In a swift movement, Finn swept Rachel into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, bridal style. "You will have to make it up to me the whole night through," he grinned. She then realised what he meant and smiled.

"Gladly," she blushed, before closing the gap between them.

**F&R**