"This is probably a bad time…but marry me?"

I'm standing at the back of the church, peeking around the door to see the back of six hundred heads. Heads that I don't recognize, considering that I had next to no say in this wedding. It feels weird to even call it my wedding since his mother planned everything, inviting all of his father's politics buddies and her country club girls. I'm about to promise to love this guy for the rest of my life in front of tons of people I don't know. Suddenly the room is spinning. I brush non-existent wrinkles out of my dress, well her dress, I didn't have much of a say in the choice of the puffy white thing, and turn to see the only thing that could stop the incoming panic attack enter the back door.

"Finn" I sigh. His look softens

"What's wrong?" He rests his hands on my shoulders. I love that he knows something's wrong with one word, one syllable.

"I only know like ten people out there." My breathing picks up. He takes my hands

"It'll be ok; I'll be right behind you and Brody is waiting out there." That only makes my breathing quicken. He leads me to a chair in the corner and kneels in front of me.

"Rachel, I've been your best friend since we were in diapers, I know you. This isn't about the people. What's it really about?" I can't answer through my hyperventilating. "Rach, are you having second thoughts, because I won't walk you down that aisle if you aren't ready." My breathing decreases till it's back to normal. He's right; I don't have to do this. But I want to…right? Yes, of course I want to, it's not like I have guys knocking down my door and we make scene, we're what's comfortable. I stand up filled with fake confidence about what I'm doing.

"Let's go" I take my place behind the closed doors and Finn comes around my side and takes my arm in his.

"You're really going to do this?"

"Yes" I know he can tell I'm faking.

"Ok" We stand there in silence both staring ahead.

"This is it, this is the last moment." He mumbles to himself.

"Last moment for what?" I don't know if he meant for me to hear that but I ask the question anyway as we turn our heads to look at each other, bodies planted firm in our spots.

"Last moment to tell you what I've always wanted to say." I raise my eyebrows in question. He takes a deep breath like he's trying to summon up all the courage he has, which I know from years of experience is a lot. He loops my arm out of his and holds my hand in both of his. He stares at our intertwined hands "I've dreamed of saying these words to you for like ten years, so I just have to say it." I nod and he looks up, to the doors "This is a probably a bad time," He laughs then looks right into my eyes. "But, marry me?" My mouth drops as my mind is moving a million miles an hour, so I do the only logical thing that pops into my head, run. Too bad he has much longer legs than me. He easily catches up to me and enters the bathroom just a step behind me, tears falling from my eyes all the while. He stands in the doorway while I hang my head over a sink, hands tightly gripping the porcelain sides, bouquet in the basin. We're silent for a moment, neither sure how to react to his words.

"Rach, I-"

"No. You don't get to do that!" I scream at him watching his reacting in the bathroom mirror. He looks angry. Which isn't fair, I should be mad here.

"Since when can't I tell you how I feel? We've always done that." He crosses his arms. I turn and approach him pointing at him.

"This isn't the same and you know that! You had like fifteen years to tell me this and you choose my wedding day! Oh, I'm sorry it's less then fifteen since you spent at least five of them completely ignoring me for your 'cool' friends!" I can feel my make-up running everywhere.

"That's not fair! I was protecting you!" We're screaming in each other's faces now.

"From what? Having friends?" I take a step back

"No, from them consistently making fun of you!" My face falls; he notices and softens his tone. "I was trying to keep you away from people who didn't see how amazing you are. I wanted you to reach all your dreams without the voices of stupid kids in your head." He steps closer and takes my hands in his. "I know I should have stood up for you and I'm sorry I didn't but I always made sure to make time for you, and you know that." He's almost at a whisper now. He rests his forehead on mine.

"So you've loved me this whole time?" I ask gently. He laughs and wipes my tear tracks off.

"Rach, you know me better than I know myself. I tell you things I've never told anyone. You're it for me." His eyes are closed, and he's holding his breath, like he's afraid of my reaction. When I don't say anything he opens them to see my gentle smile. "There's something I've always wanted to do, can I try it?" I nod knowing what he's planning since his hands are still resting on the sides of my face. He picks me up and sets me on the edge of the sink closer to his height while I squeal in surprise. He laughs and presses his lips to mine. The second he does I have no idea how I've lived this long without kissing Finn Hudson. I wrap my arms around his neck holding him there, his hands still resting on my hips. I want nothing but this. There are fireworks behind my eyelids and a slow burning that starts in my stomach and extends all through me, from my toes to the tips of my fingers. This is a feeling that I could get used to day after day. Too soon he breaks away and turns to look at the door, then back at me.

"Don't want anyone to catch us." He throws one of his signature half-smiles at me. Hands still on my hips and mine locked around his neck. His statement throws me back into reality. I'm supposed to be getting married, right now…to a different man.

"What do I do?" I ask him quickly, realizing the problems here. His eyes sparkle with his answer.

"Run away with me." I'm the one holding my breath now.

"Let me be your ride out of town." He sings softly looking at my lap. We both laugh, putting together his quotes. He does know me. I can answer him with less hesitation than anything that had to do with this wedding, including the groom.

"Ok" His head shoots up.

"Really?"

"It's crazy but, I'm crazier for you." I continue his quotes. I kick off my heels ready to run and start my life, with the right guy. He grabs my hand; I hop off the sink, but when he turns to go, I pull him back.

"What?" He asks. I put my hands on both sides of his face.

"You know, I've loved you for fifteen years too."

"I know, you're not very subtle." We laugh and I plant one last kiss on him, praying that many more are on the way.