A/N: I'll try to update at my regular pace, but I'm currently dealing with some school issues, so that may be difficult. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I apologize for any mistakes, I stayed up late to finish this part and I'm a little tired.

Disclaimer: I Still Do Not Own Glee.

"Finnocence, next time I am picking the damn movie." Santana stated bitterly as they walked out of the movie theater.

Finn glanced over at her with an amused smile on his face. "You seriously didn't enjoy the Green Lantern? That movie was epic!"

"Epic in what universe?" she retorted.

He started to laugh. "Okay. And exactly which other movie would you of rather seen?"

"Any other movie." she replied in a slightly less hostile tone.

Raising an eyebrow, he asked playfully, "Even Cars 2?"

"Duh. That movie is probably one hundred times better than the crappy one we just saw." She was only being slightly sarcastic. 'I still can't believe he made me watch that…' she grumbled to herself in annoyance.

"Well then, it looks like we're going to have to test that theory." Finn stated as he grabbed her arm and turned her around, heading back to the theater.

Shooting him an astonished look, she exclaimed, "What the hell are you doing?"

He looked at her and smirked. "I'm going to buy two tickets for Cars 2."

"You do know that I was joking, right?"

"So?"

For a second, she just stared at him.

"We're seriously going to watch a movie meant for children?" Bewilderment was evident in her voice but she also wore the hint of a smile.

"Yes." he replied with a goofy grin. "Just to prove that I have a better taste in movies."

Santana scoffed, though she thought that his child-like attitude was pretty cute. "In your dreams, Finn. But promise me that you won't cry when you discover just how amazing this movie is going to be. I can tell you that it's going to be amazing because I chose it."

"I could've sworn that I recommended it." He commented with a smirk.

"But I chose it." There was an obvious look of victory on her face.

Finn couldn't help but chuckle. "You just have to win everything, don't you?"

She smiled at him. "Yes, I do."

He then leaned down and said smugly, "Well then, it's a shame that you're going to lose this time."

A slight chill ran down Santana's spine from his close proximity. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' she thought to herself, completely confused. "We'll see about that."

Finn couldn't help but grin at her. Surprisingly, hanging out with Santana was actually really fun. It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable at all. Over the past month of summer vacation, they had gradually become really good friends. Best friends, even.

Apart from a new friendship, his relationship with Quinn was also developing into something even deeper than it had been. He felt, impossibly, more attached to her than he had just a month ago. They still hadn't had sex yet, but that didn't bother him at all. His love for her went far beyond that.

"Two tickets for Cars 2 please." he told the woman at the ticket booth cheerfully.

The woman gave him a strange look before asking, "Child or adult?"

It took a great deal of maturity to keep from laughing. "Two adults."

When he heard Santana's muffled laughter from behind him, he smiled.

"That'll be twelve dollars." The woman stated, clearly dismissing the strange request.

Finn paid and took the tickets. After mumbling a quick "thank you" he led Santana into the lobby of the movie theater.

"Finn, I swear, if anyone sees us in that screening, I will not hesitate to kick your ass." she warned him quietly.

"Yeah, yeah." he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Did you want anything to snack on?"

"Hmm… We could split a popcorn." she suggested.

He looked at her and exclaimed in pretend astonishment. "Is a Cheerio seriously going to eat… carbs?"

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Listen here, I want to get my munch on, and I don't give a damn about what Coach Sylvester thinks about it."

"Whoa there, you really are a badass." he commented jokingly. However, he did admire how she did whatever she wanted no matter what people thought about it.

"I am." she replied with absolute certainty and a small shrug.

A lopsided smile slowly appeared on his face. 'Santana really is a cool girl.' he thought to himself whilst he got in the concessions line.

"That movie was amazing! Way better than that stupid hero movie!" Santana gushed as she got into Finn's truck.

"It was alright. The first one was definitely better." he said casually. When she shot him an odd look, he asked, "What?"

"You… you actually watched the first one?" She tried to keep a straight face, but when he muttered "yes" she burst out laughing.

"It was good!" he remarked defensively.

"If… you… say… so." she sputtered between laughing fits.

In an attempt to stop the unnecessary laughter, Finn commented loudly, "I definitely won, by the way."

Immediately, she stopped laughing and stared at him with humor in her eyes. "Finn, you were practically engrossed with that movie."

"No I wasn't." His response simply caused her to laugh again.

"Okay, so I must be blind because you clearly weren't smiling like an idiot throughout the whole thing."

A questioning look came across his face. "You were looking at me..?"

'Shit…' she cursed silently. A smirk grew on her face when she realized a way out of this situation.

"AHA!" she exclaimed. "Of course I wasn't looking at you, but you just admitted to smiling like an idiot during the movie. Therefore, I win."

"Whatever." he mumbled in defeat before putting the car in reverse and backing out of the parking space.

After a few minutes, he peeked over at her. Taking a gulp, he inquired, "Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead." she replied.

Grasping the steering wheel a little tighter, he asked, "What do you think about promise rings?"

She shot him a confused look. "As in which type..?"

"The type you give to someone in order to show them how much you love them and want to eventually marry them." he said quietly, a little out of breath.

"Oh." she responded quietly. Although she was still confused about her feelings, she could definitely tell that this was a conversation that she did not want to have. But they were friends, and she couldn't exactly lie to him. Well, she could, but she didn't want to. "I guess it's a sweet gesture. It's a really good way to show exactly how much you love someone. And in your case, getting married in high school isn't exactly smart, so I think it's… a good idea."

"How'd you know I was talking about Quinn?" he questioned curiously.

She simply gave him a knowing look. When she hadn't replied, he glanced at her and mumbled, "Oh, right."

Another few silent minutes passed before he spoke again. "So… do you really think that I should do it?"

Santana could've sworn she felt an ache in her chest when he she forced a quiet, "Yes."

A dreamy smile appeared on Finn's face. "Thanks, San. You're a really great friend."

She forced a tight smile and nodded. For the rest of the drive to her house, her mind drifted into troubled thoughts. 'Okay, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me? Why do I feel sad whenever he says we're friends? I mean, I have never been upset to be just friends with somebody. Maybe it's because we've been hanging out so much. The only people I usually spend a lot of time with are Brit, Q, or some of the other Cheerios. Well, and guys, obviously. But we don't exactly do the things that Finn and I do. The weird thing is that I actually like hanging out with Finn and doing normal things. And I honestly think that he likes me for me; not my body or because of what I'm known to do, like most guys do. Finn's different… in a good way, though. I like him. Shit… I like Finn Hudson. God damn it. Why does the first guy that I actually feel something for have to be my best friend's boyfriend? Fuck. This better be some sort of weird, uncommon phase that I'm going through…'

Santana snapped out of her thoughts when she noticed that they were at her house. She wasn't exactly sure how long they'd been there. Looking over at him, she offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

Finn nodded in understanding before smiling and saying, "It's no problem. Today was extremely fun! And thank you for the help. I really do appreciate it."

"No problem." she responded casually with as genuine of a smile that she could muster. "Let me know when you have some free time and we could do this again sometime."

"Definitely." he replied with a lopsided grin. "I'll talk to you later, San. Have a great day."

"You too, Finn." she said as she hopped out of the car and closed the door. After a brief wave, she disappeared into her house.

Finn didn't leave immediately. After a second, he exhaled slowly. 'A promise ring.' Those three words echoed in his head. He knew that giving Quinn one was a pretty large gesture. It signified that he was announcing his love and commitment to her in a more official yet permanent way. The ring meant that his heart would always belong to her; that he hoped to get married to her one day. It wasn't that he was worried about her rejecting it; he was just a little scared that something bad might happen in the future. Quickly shaking off that thought, another smile graced his features.

After turning the key in the ignition, he turned around and headed back to town. He had a little job searching to do.

After an exhausting four hours, Finn finally found a job, albeit one he wouldn't normally do. As it turns out, Breadstix was looking for a waiter. Sure, he was a bit of a klutz, but he was determined to try his best. The pay was decent and he knew for a fact that quite a few people would leave generous tips. Since he was going to follow through on his plan, he wanted to do it right. He knew that she would probably throw a fit over him spending a lot of money on her, but he wanted to buy a ring that was worthy of representing how much he loved her. Yeah, it was a little corny, but he didn't care.

Currently, he was sitting in his truck in the parking lot of Breadstix. He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Quinn's number, only briefly processing the fact that it was 11:15 P.M.

"Hello?" her groggy voice answered.

He smiled a little. "Hey, love. Did I wake you?"

"Oh, no!" she exclaimed, her tone perking up once she knew that it was him. "Is something wrong?"

"Yeah…" he drawled. "I haven't seen my amazing girlfriend at all today. I'm in pain."

Her giggle was just as cute over the phone as it was in person. "I've missed you, too."

Finn chuckled softly before asking on a whim, "Do you think that we could hang out?"

There was immense confusion in her voice when she asked, "Right now?"

"Yeah." he replied nervously. "B-but we don't have to if you don't want to or can't! I mean, I don't want you to get in trouble or anything. Although I promise that I'll have you home before morning if you decide to come. I just really want to see you and-"

"Finn!" she whisper-yelled into the phone. When he stopped rambling, she said softly, "I want to go with you. Pick me up in ten?"

A grin spread across his face as he exclaimed cheerfully, "Yeah, of course! I'll see you then."

She instantly smiled at his enthusiasm. "Great. Bye, Finn."

"Bye, Q!" he replied with the same amount of happiness. After she had hung up, he immediately started the truck.

Usually, the drive from the restaurant to her house took about twenty minutes, but his eagerness caused him to arrive just as she walked- more like sneaked- out the front door.

"You're fast." Quinn commented with a smile as she got into the passenger seat.

Finn leaned over to give her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "If I get a chance to spend time with you, I literally drop everything and go."

A blush crept onto her cheeks. In attempt to hide it, she moved her attention to the seat belt and buckled it before asking nonchalantly, "So, where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." he answered with a mischievous spark in his eyes.

She turned her head and quirked an eyebrow.

"I'm going to regret sneaking out, aren't I?" she inquired sarcastically.

He kissed her lightly on the lips before pulling away with a grin on his face. "Yeah, you are."

"A park?"

Finn laughed at the bewildered look on his girlfriend's face.

"Yes, a park. To be more specific, it's the park that I used to come to all the time when I was little."

Quinn's face instantly softened. He hadn't brought her to this place before. Hell, she didn't even know about this place.

Looking around the lighted area, she said, "Its… amazing."

He smiled as he walked up and grabbed her hand. "C'mon, I want to show you something."

Originally, Finn hadn't planned on bringing her here. He hadn't exactly had a plan as to where they were going to go; all he cared about was spending time with her. When they drove past the gloomy-looking Lima Elementary School, the idea just came to him. It was pure luck that they had added streetlamps to the small park.

After about a minute of walking, he paused and grinned. There, lying in the dim lighting, was the small playground that he had spent numerous hours at during, basically, his childhood. He hadn't been to the place since then.

Quinn looked up at him and smiled when she saw the expression on his face. "Are the memories flooding back?"

He moved his gaze to hers, his grin still in place. "Yeah." he said quietly. When he spotted a bench sitting a little off to the side, he tugged her toward it.

She was about to sit next to him when he pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. He then rested his chin on her shoulder.

"You know, this place was kind of like my safe haven when I was a kid." He murmured after a minute.

"Why's that?" she asked softly.

He laughed a little. "Well, throughout elementary school, everybody made fun of me about my height. That was one of the disadvantages of being born with genes that made you freakishly tall- everybody saw you as different and treated you that way. I mean, at the time, the jokes they made had the same effect that Santana's used to about my weight. Anyway, whenever I had a bad day at school, which was practically each day, I would come here. I probably played each and every imaginary game that a kid could think of. You know, pretending that the swings actually made me fly, building a city in the sandbox- which were actually pretty good, by the way- or making my ship up on the slide. This was the place where I didn't feel different. I could just be me and do whatever I wanted without having people there to make me feel like crap." A smile grew on his face as he said, "I spent so much time here that my mom literally didn't bother to come pick me up after school. Each day at exactly seven, like clockwork, she'd always meet me here."

Quinn smiled and turned her head to the side, giving him a light kiss on the cheek. She knew so much about him, but to find out something that she didn't know intrigued her. She also felt honored. It seemed pretty obvious that he didn't talk much about this part of his life.

"This was also the place where I met Puck." he said with a light chuckle. "I met him in the summer of fourth grade. I was just minding my business, playing with my hot wheels in the sandbox when he just walked up to me and point blank asked, "Can I play?" You know, I was surprised just by the fact that someone else was at the park- I mean, a lot of people preferred the one at the actual school- but when I looked up and took in his appearance, I was even more surprised. There stood this kid with a damn Mohawk. I'm serious; he had a Mohawk even when he was eight. When I didn't answer him, he repeated the question in his typical annoyed Puck tone. Once I was over the shock of seeing this kid, I asked him, "Don't you know who I am?" Most of the kids at school liked to call me the "Lima Troll." I obviously didn't get it because I didn't think that I was that bad looking, but whatever. Anyway, Puck said, "You're a kid with some awesome hot wheels and I want to play." I remember that I grinned at him when he said that. I then nodded at him and he just gave a grunt of acceptance before hopping into the sandbox and helping me build a new track. It may seem surprising, but he was my first real friend, so, therefore, my best friend too. And, apart from some difficulties that are better off forgotten now, we've been best friends ever since."

She giggled a little before leaning into him and murmuring, "Thank you for telling me."

As he pulled her closer to him, he smiled and said, "You're welcome." After a second, he added, "Apart from Puck and my mom, you're the only person I've told about this place."

"I really am honored, Finn." she replied sincerely.

He placed a kiss on her head.

"Hey…" he began slowly. "Do you want to go on the swings?"

"Will you push me?" she asked jokingly.

"Of course." he answered immediately.

"Well, let's go then!" she exclaimed as she jumped up and pulled him toward the swings.

Both of them wore similar grins and laughed as they alternated between pushing each other, which was pretty difficult for Quinn to do, before eventually ending up swinging on one swing. She sat on Finn's lap while he held her against his body securely and they rocked back and forth with the sounds of the peaceful night serenading them.

What'd you think? Oh, and I'm sorry if it seemed a little blehg at times or there were any errors. Reviews and suggestions are greatly appreciated! I'll update ASAP! Thanks for reading!