A/N: first of all I'm sorry for not updating yesterday, but I had a very-extended shopping spree with my girls and basically fell to bed right after wards. I hope you'll be able to forgive me!

Let's make it a three parter, pretty pretty please?

Day 8: Thousand

He gulps, pressing his eyelids shut. It shouldn't be that…terrifying to do the right thing, should it? Still he feels like Regionals 2010 all over again, like everybody sitting in one of the dark, wooden chairs (All lined up in five rows in the inner yard of Rachel's dads' cottage and covered by pristine white throws with a big bow at the back.) would except to do something especially awesome. He opens his eyes in time with the band playing the first few notes. The first thing he sees is Rachel, and that's really enough to make everything around him fall away. She has both of her arms linked with her dads and she's literally glowing. It's not her dress or her hair or her make up, it's her eyes and it's always been her eyes, to be honest, at least when she wasn't talking, laughing or singing, really doing anythingWith her voice .Geez, Hudson. Get your head in the game. She smiles at him lightly, biting her bottom lip, before she finally comes to stand next to him. The rabbi starts talking but Finn doesn't really pay attention to anything, except the way the sun falls onto her hair or how she would alternate between smiling up at him and listening to the ceremony. Which he should be doing too. He realizes that not later than when the rabbi says his name and Rachel blinks up at him expectantly. Puck elbows him pretty hard into rib cage. Oh, damn, his vows.

"Classic, Hudson." Santana calls from somewhere in the second row and from the corner of his eyes he says Puck making a not-so PG-rated gesture into her direction. He can also hear Quinn telling Santana "To please, by the love of god, just shut up only this once" from her place between Blaine and Mike in the row before Santana. He'll try to remember thanking her for that later. He turns to Rachel again and, honestly, he half accepts her to be either sobbing or already on her way to choke Santana bare-handed. Instead he finds her with one hand pressed to her mouth, giggling. That makes him finally relax too.

"So, after you're all done, could I talk too, please? Is that possible?" He asks, slightly surprised when the whole bunch gets all quiet at once.

"If you must." Rachel replies lightly, batting her lashes at him. He shakes his head a little, simply ignoring her.

"Rachel." He breathes, gathering her dainty hands in his and she tilts her head to the side, meeting his gaze, smiling softly. "You know I'm not good with words so I'm gonna keep it short, before somebody falls asleep." Collective laughter. See, not that difficult. All he has to do now is confess his undying love for his soon-to-be-wife and that's it .Puck next to him yawns demonstratively and Finn simply glares at him. "Rachel, I'm lucky, I'm so, so lucky. But you gotta understand, I'm not lucky that I met you or that no matter what happened we always found a way. I'm happy about all that, but this is destiny, Rachel. Destiny isn't about being lucky enough to meet someone as wonderful as you are, but about being meant to meet that someone. And I believe that we were meant to meet and that we were always meant to end up her eventually, no matter what. So, you see I'm not lucky for meeting you, but I'm lucky you decided to let me love you. And that's what I'll do forever, because it's what I always knew, still know best. No matter what happens, Rachel, I want you to know, that…" he gulps an unpleasant lump in his throat "You'll have me forever and nothing in this world, not in a thousand years, can change that."

Rachel wipes at her eyes, careful to miss whatever make up she is wearing. She looks up at him again, her eyes still glassy, as she lets go of one of his hands to put hers against his cheek.

"Finn." She whispers, barely audible "Finn, my dear, sweet Finn. You and I and basically everybody here know I was never what people would call a social butterfly." She laughs nervously, brushing her fingertips under her lashes again. "I was fifteen when I first met you and like, literally, every other girl in our year I fell in love with you instantly. Well, why wouldn't I? You were so handsome and so sweet and just so honest about anything. Unfortunately, for me and the remaining female population of McKinley High School you were in a relationship, but you didn't simply have a relationship, you had the relationship. With someone who still is the one of the prettiest girls I know, from the outside, of course but regarded retrospectively also from the inside. Why would you leace the school's prettiest to be with me, a pile of loud, annoying, Jewish insecurity? I had an eventful year then and eventually I gave up you, I had enough to do anyways. Little did I know you weren't ready to give up on me. And then, Regionals 2010, you were there and you told me you loved, and should I tell you something odd, Finn? I believed you. In no instant, I believed you and we had a great a summer. Suddenly at the end of this summer you were a part of me. I'm still not sure how you managed to do that, without me realizing but you did become a part of me, like Funny Girl is or New York City or Broadway or simply just how music is. You're a part of me, Finn. Not in that clichéd I can't breathe without you kind of you, but in a totally natural kind of way, because Finn, believe me I can live without, I've tried, you know, it's just that I want to. Today, I'm proud to stand here and say that you were the first good thing that chose me, instead the other way around and you are the best thing that could've chosen me and today I'm proud you chose to be a part of me and maybe if you keep me long enough, I can be proud to be a part of you too. I love you so much."

"Rachel." He murmurs softly, lifting one hand to brush his thumb under her eyes, gathering the tears there. She smiles bravely at him, reaching up to wipe his own tears away. Crap. He didn't even realize he was crying.

They go on with the ceremony; Puck fidgets with the rings in his breast-pocket long enough for Finn to start making plans to kill him, if he lost the rings. He finds the rings though and they exchange them, hands shaking and then rabbi finally says what he's been waiting for the whole day.

You may kiss the bride. And he kisses his bride, gently, chastely on the lips, with his hands resting on the side of her neck and hers holding onto his jacket for dear life. They pull apart and the first thing he sees is Rachel, his bride, his wife, grinning at him, like she just won the biggest teddy bear of the shooting gallery. In a way she did, didn't she? He did, anyhow.

He turns to the crowd, grinning like a fool, Rachel still pressed against his chest and suddenly their married. Just like that.

Ladies and gentlemen, Finn Hudson luckiest fool on this planet.

A/N: there we go, all done again! Reviews are pure sugar to me! Lend me some! XO Kat