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Author's Note: This is set at Purdue University. It's a crossover fic which looks back at Finnlena's relationship over the three years leading up to the first chapter. Rated M for sexual themes and probably language later on. Read and review.

She's moaning and he has to hold her hips down as he looks up at her. She's gripping the bedsheets so hard with her free hand that her knuckles are white, and he's convinced that she's trying to rip out his hair with the other, which means that she's close. He's done this enough times that it should be a routine but there's nothing routine about the way she says his name, almost like she's chanting it, over and over and over, loud enough that they're going to get a noise complaint, and it just sounds so damned hot. Every time she says it, "Finn," just four letters, it sounds so different. If this was high school, he'd totally be thinking of the mail, but it's his senior year of college, and he's got that problem under control. And okay, he's half-hard, but tonight is totally about her and totally for her. She always takes care of him, now it's his turn to return the favor and show her how much he loves her – and he loves her a whole damned lot.

She's not the first girl he's done this to – the first two months of freshman year were what he liked to called the 'learning phase' – but she's the only one now, and he's happy that he's found her. Watching her, completely unhinged like this, reminds him of that. His tongue is moving in just the way that she likes, flicking at the same speed as his fingers, and his digits are curled and hitting just that right spot, so it's no surprise when he hears the "oh... oh..." that happens right before she tumbles over the edge, biting down on her lip so she doesn't scream. He lets her ride it out before pulling out his fingers, moaning quietly as he licks them off, taking his time about it because he knows she likes that, and he likes making her happy. In more ways than one.

He kisses a trail up her inner thigh, to her hip, and then over her stomach, resting his chin on it as his hands come to rest on her side. Pressing a kiss just under he belly button, he looks up at her with a playful smirk. "Hi."

"Hi Finn," she replies, raking a hand through her hair as he grabs her free hand, lacing their fingers together, smiling as he looks at the shiny diamond ring that her ring finger is sporting. A ring that he put there earlier that night. She's watching him, he can feel it, but he doesn't say anything.

"It's gorgeous. Your dad had really good taste," she smiles.

"I'd like to think it's something we share," he winks, smiling so wide that his dimples pop out.

"You did choose me. A lot of people want to get with this, so this is prized merchandise you're dealing with. You better treat me right," she laughed.

"I'm pretty sure I did. Twice," Finn reminded her, a mischievous smirk on his face.

"I don't know if the first time counted though. You didn't have to do a lot of work," she pointed out, narrowing her eyes at him.

"It's not my fault I'm so hot and sexy, babe. This handsome face is all natural, I can't help it if just looking at it turns you on," he laughed, pursing his lips.

"Actually, I think it was your tongue. I don't know what that thing is that you do, but don't stop doing it," she clarified, reaching down to tangle her hand in his hair.

"Just a little something I learned this one time with this girl I really happen to love," he grinned, biting on his lip.

"I bet she's amazing," she grinned, wiggling her eyebrows.

"The best. Total keeper," he smiled.

A comfortable silence fell over them as her fingers played with his hair, pushing it out of his eyes, tugging gently on his straight, dark locks, her eyes darting to the small grey hairs that were beginning to pop through, which she had once told him that she found incredibly sexy. He was rubbing his stubble back and forth over her stomach, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin. He traced a small FH + EG with his finger, wrapping a heart around it, causing her to smile happily.

"That is so high school," she noted, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, but I figure that this makes up for that cheesy high school moment of carving our names into a tree. Maybe you can get it tattooed on you, baby. Right here," he smiled.

"If I'm going to get a tattoo with our names on it, then I might as well do this the right way and get it on my butt," she laughed.

"Not complaining. If you want to get Finn Hudson + Elena Gilbert tattooed on your butt, I'm not going to stop you. Or even just a nice 'property of Finn Hudson' would work, too," he chuckled, arching his eyebrows.

"Mmm, only in a fantasy world, where we ride around on motorcycles and have badass biker names, because Finnegan Hudson doesn't exactly read scary ass kicker," Elena giggled.

"Hey!" he pouted, moving up on the bed, lying down next to her.

"It's okay. I love you anyway, badass motorcycle man or not," she smiled.

"I love you, too," Finn nodded, wrapping his arms around her as he pulled her close, his hand moving absentmindedly up and down her bare side. Her hands balled up against his chest, pulling one of his legs between hers and wrapping her legs around it tightly. Sighing happily, sometimes, Finn didn't understand how he had been lucky enough to end up with a girl like her. Elena Gilbert was everything he could possibly want or need. He had been so convinced that he loved Rachel Berry and that he was going to marry her someday, but Elena had come along with her deep brown eyes and her her gorgeous smile and she had changed everything. She was his everything. He would take a bullet for her if he had to, no questions asked. And that engagement ring meant that she would be his, for the rest of their lives together. That sounded pretty epic to him.

And to think, it all started because she was clumsy...