A/N: There you go. no.4. So this is mostly Finn-internal. This one was fun to write!

Day 4: Diamond

Okay, c'mon, focus. Focus on the end goal. He won't risk that only for a stupid debate he has with himself about where to put stupid ring. So focus.

Rachel Hudson.

Rachel Barbra Hudson.

It's just that…Is it really clever to drop a ring, which cost two months salaries into champagne just like that? 'Cause somehow Finn strongly doubts that. Sure, he's seen the guys in all those romantic comedies Kurt and Rachel love so much do it, but that doesn't mean it's a good idea. Like, what if she swallows the ring? Would be hell lotta fun explaining how he tried (and failed) to propose to his girlfriend, but landed in the emergency room instead. Also only because it's in a movie doesn't mean it's any good, like he's not gonna roll a meat ball with his nose only because a cartoon film about two dogs falling in love suggested that.

He decides not to drown the piece of jewelry in alcohol, Rachel likes her diamonds sparkling, not wet, after all. But now he has no clue on where to put the ring. Again. Kurt talked some weird shit about making the napkins origami figures and incorporating the ring in hers. Yeah. No. The only thing he knows about origami is that it sounds like Chinese takeaway. So that's definitely ruled out. He still could, like, go classic, falling to his knees and then proposing in a four minute speech. And keep the ring in his back pocket. The whole time. Wow. Preheated. How romantic, Hudson. Sometimes he really wonders how he managed to get through and become a teacher with only that one brain.

So, he has pink lilies (Rachel's favorites), a bottle of pink Champagne Blaine produced from god knows where, and food, of course. Vegan pasta and vegan cheese cake, both ordered in, but Finn never claimed he could cook. In fact he couldn't cook to save his own life.

He really thought long about this and now he's like absolutely one hundred percent sure. To be honest not being sure feels sure. Rachel's been it, is it and will it be for him, no matter how many months (*cough*five*cough*) he'll carry that thing around. He can just ask her now; it really doesn't make any difference. Rachel is the only person, except his mom, he's ever felt home at. Honestly it's like he could live in a shoe box somewhere in the streets and he still would feel home, because it's her that makes it home. Plus, Rachel makes the world's best Cherry pie, even better than his moms (Don't tell her that, though) and you don't let someone go that easily who bakes such a damn good cherry pie. At least that's what Burt said. Never mind Burt telling him to keep his girlfriend because she bakes good pie, he won't marry her because of her pie. He'll marry her for the cute, tiny huff she makes in the morning when her alarm rings and for that shy, little smile, she gives him just before he's about to kiss and for a whole bunch of other little things, but in the end it's all the same. He's not marrying her for something she says or for something she is able to do, he'll marry her for her. (And maybe because alone the thought of her being with another, nameless faceless guy is making his blood boil.) Kurt calls it 'what epic romances are made off' and Mercedes says it's 'damn sweet'. Thanks for that. He'll gladly forget that Puck calls it pathetic, because, in the end, what does Puck know about love?

He actually asked Mercedes to help him pick out a ring, because he was desperate and already had his good share of Kurt for the day. Turns out Mercedes really likes jewelry. Especially when it's expensive. He's already feeling with Sam. Long story short, after three hours he could finally tell the slightly annoyed shop assistant he'd found his ring. It's simple, really, white gold and a small hexagonally cut stone and engraving. I'm still yours. Faithfully. No matter how soapy that might be, it feels right. It's what they started with, after all. It just seems like the right thing to do, to go back where they came from, to their roots.

It's like circle. They've come a long way since Faithfully, but they've come all the way, the full round. He's gonna take that last hurdle too. They went through so many ups and downs, he's not gonna founder at one, tiny-little question.

The light in the hallway outside the door comes alive, seeping softly through the opal glass window of their door. He sits up straighter and listens carefully. The lock clicks, the door opens and heels hit against the wooden floor. He closes his eyes and slowly counts to three.

"Finn? Honey? I'm home." Rachel calls brightly from the door and he can hear stow away her stuff and softly talk to Glinda, their fat, white Persian cat.

And then he smiles, because he realizes, this is it. That's it. The rest of his life.

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Okay, here we go. Showtime.

A/N: Thanks to all the lovely reviewing, following or making this their favourite! keep going! Stay classy, sweethearts. Love, Kat