A/N:Day 5, here you go, sweets! Could be that there some typos in there, but my head feels like it's gonna explode, so be gentle with me. Muah!

Day 5: Look

She opens the living room door. Now, Hudson. Now would be a good time to move his damn feet out of the bedroom.

"Finn? Why are there candles in the living room? Do we have a blackout?" He frowns. Now what is that supposed to mean? He's not that unromantic.

"Just a second, babe." He answers quickly, trying to ignore his sweaty palms.

"Where exactly are…ouch…Finn!" She must've tripped over something, because he can hear her cursing softly under her breath. He knows he better move now, otherwise there's no way he'll live long enough to propose. He pushes himself to his feet and then fumbles his way to the living room. He finds Rachel, one hand planted against the back of the couch, the other rubbing her shin. She looks up when she hears him, slipping her foot back into her second shoe.

"I tripped over Glinda." She tells him matter-of-factly, arms crossed in front of her chest, pout on her face.

"Huh." Is it his fault the cat was sleeping in the middle of the room?

"Huh?" Rachel repeats raising an eyebrow, mouth slightly open. He runs a hand through his hair. Don't screw that up.

"Look, Rachel, I'm sorry there's no light, but I can't really tell her where to sleep. I mean I could try that, but somehow I don't really think that she'd really care, but I'm sorry you hit your leg, and if you need ice or something, I'll go get it for you."

Her features soften a bit and she drops her arms from her chest. He considers that victory.

"No, it's not that bad actually, thank you. Why is there no light? Are the powers out?" She questions, dropping onto the couch, going to taking off her nylons.

"Uh, no, actually I thought you'd find that romantic, but apparently…." He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. She looks up from her feet, fixing him, her brows knitted together.

"Huh." She makes, slightly shaking her head and then going back to her nylons. He always knew his girl had many talents. He just didn't stand-up comedy was one of them.

"Is that, like…all you're going to say?" He inquires, cocking an eyebrow at her.

She sighs, rubbing the heels of her feet.

"I mean…why?"

"Why? Can't I make the apartment nice for my girlfriend, after she had a long day?" He questions, because slowly he starts doubting his sense for romance. He sits on the couch next to her and pulls her feet into his lap to rub his thumbs over the balls of her feet. She hums contently letting her head drop against the armrest.

"Sure you can. It's just that you don't do it very often." She murmurs letting her eyes slip closed. Finn watches her for a second.

"I know, I know and I'm really sorry for that, it's just that I had a lot of work lately and that kinda…"

"Finn." She interrupts him softly, eyes still closed.

"Yeah?" He asks, eyes focused on her heels.

"Just stop it. I didn't mean to blame you or anything. You're wonderful, just like that; I don't need a rose bouquet per day to prove me that." She assures him, opening her eyes to smile sweetly at him. He smiles quickly back at her. He could, like, ask her now. This might not be the most romantic situation they're in right now, but it's strangely comfortable and isn't that what this is supposed to be about. He can't really remember a situation in which he felt uncomfortable towards Rachel. In fact Rachel is one of the few persons he can act around how he wants, because she understands. Understands everything, for that matter.

"Hey, Rach." He murmurs, nervously licking his bottom lip.

She hums for an answer, stretching her legs a bit.

"Can I…Can I ask you something?" He swallows the lump in his throat.

"Mhm...Everything, as long as you keep doing this. That's so nice. Thank you very much." Rachel says softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Anytime, baby." He replies reassuringly, going from her heels to stroking her claves. They fall into comfortable silence and Finn does his best to ignore the little voice (Which sounds suspiciously like Kurt) in his head reminding him about pink champagne in the freezer, four minute speeches and origami napkins.

"So?" Rachel asks after a while, eyes still closed, and a smile playing on her lips.

"So what?"

"What did you want to ask me?" She specifies, impatience swinging in her voice.

"I'm not really sure if I should really…" He starts, blushing furiously.

"Finn. Please stop overusing the word really and just ask." She mutters, frowning, while squinting at him.

"Yeah sure. Sorry." Wow. He never knew he could take up the shade of a tomato, but apparently he's quite a quick-change artist when challenged…

"Now, Finn." She reminds him gently, nudging his leg with the foot he isn't currently massaging.

"Right. It's like…I love you. Like, really a lot and I can't or maybe I simply don't want to imagine being with someone different, but no matter how you put it, it's all the same and...Uhm…now Rachel, it's like this we're… we're happy aren't we? And we're happy for quite a while now, so I mean, who says we can't be happy for, like, say, forever and what I wanna ask is…"

"Finn?" She interrupts him, eyes open and a strange tone tinting her voice.

He squeezes his eyes shut exhaling heavily.

"Yes?"

"Yes." She states simply, sitting up, so she's practically sitting in his lap. She cups his face in her hands and then starts giggling.

"Yes?" He repeats dumbly, as she starts peppering his face with kisses, her hair tickling his neck.

" Yes, I will marry you, Finn." She clarifies, smiling a full grown Rachel-Berry smile, pearly white teeth showing, lips stretching.

"Oh...uhm…thank you…I guess." He mutters, turning his head to the side because currently she's busy with his jawline. She pulls away, still grinning.

"Well, you're welcome." Rachel mocks him, locking her hands at the back of his neck.

Then it suddenly hits him. The food. He forgot his vegan pasta.

"I have pasta and cheesecake and pink…" She shushes him with her pointer finger against his lips.

" I don't really wanna eat now, Finn." She tells him coyly, leaning forward.

"No?" She's so close he can see the flecks of gold embedded in her mahogany colored pupils.

"No." She whispers against his lips, hand slipping into his.

He smiles into the kiss, and she jumps a little when he presses the ring, cold metal stark against her warm skin, into her palm.

A/N: All done! Hope you liked it, despite the slight delay! Love, hugs and cookies, all for you, who decide to hit the review and give me some nice words! XO Kat