A/N: 5,000 Words! I have a hunch that you will like this chapter. I think I got all of the mistakes, but I may of missed a few. Read it & let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy!

Warning: M

Disclaimer: Still Not Owning Glee...

Finn found himself pacing aimlessly in his living room. He had called Quinn earlier to invite her over, and she should be there soon. The conversation he had had with Santana about how he was going to give Quinn the ring proved to be, surprisingly, very helpful.

Wandering into the kitchen, he looked over the meal that he had made with a satisfied expression on his face. Okay, he didn't make the entire thing; Kurt had helped him with the preparation part… and the instructions part. But he did do the actual cooking by himself and it at least looked edible. Actually, he thought that it looked pretty damn delicious. Much to his surprise, Kurt happened to be extremely knowledgeable when it came to food. Then again, he tended to know about a lot of things that Finn would never think to learn about.

Another thing that had surprised him was the fact that his usually nosy stepbrother didn't even ask him about the reason for his sudden dinner plans. However, Finn had a hunch that he still knew. Maybe it was the way that Kurt had immediately agreed to help him or possibly the way that he had chirped his parting words of, "Have fun on your romantic date! I know that she's going to love the ring! Oh, and don't forget to add the sauce right before you serve the meal! Bye!" He had a strong feeling that it was the second one.

Taking a deep breath, he glanced at the clock. 6:25 P.M.

'She should be here any minute now.' he mused to himself as his hand absentmindedly made its way to the pocket of his jeans and patted the ring box. Originally, Finn was going to go for the dressy appearance of a suit, but Santana had wittily pointed out the fact that he would be trying too hard if he did. She had claimed that he should be himself for the occasion due to the fact that, well, he shouldn't act like someone he wasn't. The way that she had said it seemed rather odd to him. It was a little more sincere than anything she had told him before. Dismissing any absurd possibilities, he had listened to her anyway and decided on his favorite polo shirt and a pair of jeans. However, he still didn't understand how wearing a suit made him a different person. In the end, he just assumed that it was yet another confusing aspect that he would never understand about girls.

Finn snapped out of his daze when he heard a light knock on the door. After exhaling slowly to calm his nerves, he made his way over to the door and opened it. Immediately, a dopey grin appeared on his face as he took in the sight of Quinn. She was wearing one of her signature floral dresses with a matching cardigan and a pair of flats. His grin grew impossibly bigger when he noticed that her hair was styled naturally and she had no make up on. Though she always looked beautiful, he thought that going natural made her look even more stunning.

"Hey, gorgeous." he said softly as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

Quinn giggled lightly while her cheeks turned a light pink. "Hello there, handsome."

"Only handsome?" He inquired jokingly with a look of exaggerated fake hurt.

With a playful roll of her eyes she stepped into the house and grabbed his hand before facing him again. "What's better than handsome?"

"Hmm…" he drawled as he shut the door. "When it comes to me, maybe something along the lines of 'the sexiest man alive.'"

A smile made its way onto her face as she claimed, "Someone thinks highly of himself."

"C'mon Q, you know it's true." he stated with a wink.

She raised an eyebrow and inquired playfully, "Do I now?"

As he leaned toward her, he nodded. "Yeah, you do."

Unable to avoid the pull he had on her, she leaned in as well. "I don't think so."

When she was about to close the distance between them, he pulled away with a smirk on his face. "No more kisses for you until you admit it."

"Seriously?" she asked, baffled.

Finn nodded his head once, firmly.

"Fine then." she retorted as she turned away from him. This, however, gave Finn the perfect opportunity to worm the answer out of her. Placing his hands on her sides, he began to tickle her. Almost instantly, she squeaked in alarm while giggling uncontrollably at the same time.

"F-F-Finn… s-stop!" she exclaimed between bursts of giggles. Getting tickled was definitely one of her weaknesses.

"Not until you admit that I am the sexiest man alive." It was pretty surprising that he could speak at all because he was laughing hard too. 'I'll never get tired of hearing that musical laugh of hers.'

After another few seconds of absolute torture for Quinn, she gave in. "O-okay! Stop a-and I w-will s-s-say it!"

Finn wore a look of victory as he paused the tickling and spun her around to face him. He then proceeded to give her an expectant look.

She sighed dramatically before looking him in the eyes with a smile on her face. "Finn Hudson, you are the sexiest man alive."

"Aww, stop it!" he said teasingly with a modest wave of his hand.

"Goof." she commented with an adoring look. Grabbing his shirt, she pulled him toward her. "Can I kiss you now?"

He had the nerve to give her a considering look and let out a thoughtful "hmm..."

With an impatient huff, Quinn leaned in further and kissed him anyway.

When she pulled away, another smirk appeared on Finn's face as he said breathily, "See, I'm so damn sexy that you can't go a minute without getting a taste of me." That earned him a rather hard hit on the arm.

He chuckled for about a minute before asking sweetly, "Are you hungry?"

As soon as she nodded, he tugged her toward the dining room. "Wait here." he said excitedly.

Quinn laughed at his enthusiasm over food while she took a seat at the table. It was a well known fact that he liked to eat. However, with his new found devotion to staying in shape, there wasn't any proof of his hearty appetite. 'Wow, Finn really has changed over the past two years. I'm not just talking about body either… But he is extremely fit now. More than he was before...' Before her thoughts could get too detailed about what she thought about his body, Finn walked out of the kitchen carrying two plates.

After he set them down, he quickly disappeared back into the kitchen only to return a second later with a bowl of something and two waters. Once he had poured some sort of sauce over the entrees, he took a seat next to her and smiled.

"You cooked?" she wondered in amazement.

An amused glint appeared in his eyes. "Yes."

A smile tugged at her lips as she teased, "Is it safe to eat?"

Immediately, he laughed. "I'm positive that it is. I had some help from Kurt and you know him- a perfectionist."

She laughed with him. It was definitely true. "So, what is it?"

Subtly, Finn glanced at the back of his hand where he had written the name of the thing. Turning his gaze back to Quinn's, he smiled as he said, "Pasta Primavera."

"Fancy." she commented with a grin. Moving her hand to his cheek, she said sincerely, "Thank you, Finn. No guy has ever done this for me."

With a soft smile on his face, he claimed, "That's because there hasn't been a guy who loves you as much as I do."

She felt her heart melt at his words and instantly leaned in for another kiss, one that was a tad more passionate than the previous one. Breaking away, she briefly rested her forehead against his and murmured, "And there hasn't been a girl who loves you as much as I do."

They sat like that for a few seconds longer, wide smiles on their faces, before pulling away from each. Finn cast a glance at her and said in his best French accent, "Bon appétit."

She giggled at his butchered attempt, yet couldn't help but look at him for a few seconds with obvious love in her eyes before turning her attention to the food sitting in front of her. Once she took a bite, she smiled. It was really good.

After they finished eating, Finn decided to take her back to the park that he had taken her to a few weeks ago. It wasn't apart of the plan that he had discussed with Santana, but he just felt like this was a good place to give her the ring. It was a place where he had experienced some of the best moments of his life. Now, he was hoping that one more unforgettable event would occur at the peaceful playground.

Finding a good spot in the grassy area of the park, he laid down the blanket he had brought and sat down on it, pulling her down with him. He took a second before lying down completely and smiled when she followed, resting her head on his shoulder.

For a good ten minutes, both of them just looked up at the stars.

"It's so beautiful." Quinn murmured finally.

A cheeky smile grew on his face as he turned his head toward her and said quietly, "Yeah, you are."

Slowly moving her gaze from the glistening sky, she looked at him with a blush decorating her cheeks.

'It's time. Right now is perfect.' Finn thought to himself. Releasing a shaky breath, he sat up, gently lifting her with him.

"Close your eyes." he murmured softly, though his voice wavered a bit.

She flashed him a confused look before obliging.

Finn moved his hand down to the pocket of his jeans and pulled out the small black box. Being careful to be quiet, he slowly opened it and removed the ring before setting the box next to him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again with a dose of confidence surging through him. Holding the ring out to her, he said, "Okay, now open them."

Quinn felt an immense amount of curiosity as she opened her eyes. When she took in the site in front of her, she felt her heart begin to beat rapidly.

Finn smiled lovingly at her as he grabbed hold of her hand. His voice was fond yet serious as he said, "Quinn, we've known each other for about three years now, and, aside from the bad times when I screwed up with you, they've been the best years of my life. I knew that you were the one for me from the very first moment that I set eyes on you. I know that we've had our fair share of problems, a lot of them, but none of those have affected how I feel about you. Nothing will ever make me stop loving you. This ring represents a promise that I will always love you and only you. It represents a promise that I'll always be there for you when you're angry or upset and that you'll always be the only girl to have possession of my heart. I know that we're kind of young, but I want you to know that I have every intention of someday becoming your husband, whether it takes months or years. Until that day comes, this ring will serve as proof of my love, devotion, and commitment to you. You mean everything to me, Quinn. I have made a lot of mistakes in my life and I can't believe how lucky I am to deserve a girl as extraordinary as you. You're the best thing that has happened to me and I love you."

He was panting a bit once he finished speaking, but he was proud to discover that his voice didn't shake at all. The thing is, he didn't rehearse the speech. He decided to simply tell her how he felt about her at that exact moment. When he noticed tears falling slowly down her cheeks, he began to panic. "Q-Quinn, I'm sorry if this is too much for you or too soon, I can wait-"

"It's not that." she assured him with a smile. "I'm just so happy, Finn."

A lopsided grin planted itself on his face. Placing the ring in her hand, he murmured, "Do you like it?"

Quinn gazed at the ring and smiled. It was absolutely beautiful. It was made of white gold and had an outline of a heart with a diamond located in the center of it. When she looked at the interior of the band, she noticed that there was something engraved. Squinting a bit due to the dim lighting, she read the words written there and her smile grew wider. Yours Forever, Finn

She looked up at him with an array of emotions on her face. "I love it."

Reaching out, Finn gently took the ring and lifted her left hand. Cautiously, he slid it onto her ring finger. Both of them took a few moments to simply admire the sight.

The feeling of the breathtaking object on her finger felt one hundred percent, without a doubt, right. Of course, she had always thought that they would end up together, but this… words couldn't describe how incredibly happy she was right now. In her life, she had gotten three promise rings. The first didn't exactly work to the full extent, and the second one was given to her by someone she just wasn't in love with. But right now, with Finn's ring on her hand, she knew for a fact that this was the ring that matters the most, and not just for one reason.

She brought her hands up and rested them on either side of his face. "Finn Christopher Hudson, I love you so much and I always will."

When she said this, Finn's dopey grin grew even larger and he felt his eyes mist up a bit, though they were also shining brightly. Guys weren't supposed to cry, but this was different. Slightly choked up, he stated, "I love you too, Lucy Quinn Fabray."

Overcome with a large amount of passion, Quinn pulled him in for a slow, tender kiss.

Finn placed his hands on either side of her and gently pushed her onto the blanket. A second later, he deepened the kiss and stroked a hand through her hair. There was just something so sweet and romantic about this moment. It might've been the fact that he was kissing the girl that he loved under the stars in his childhood safe haven or that she had just accepted his promise ring. Although those things most definitely contributed to the moment, he was positive that it was special due to the fact that he was with Quinn, the girl that he was in love with; the girl that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

After a good ten minutes of making out, they got up and headed back to the truck. While they walked, they held hands with their fingers interlaced.

Quinn's gaze drifted lazily around the park as she thought about something intently. This night would be undoubtedly one that she would remember and cherish forever, but there was something that might make it even better. Taking a deep breath, she tilted her head to look at him. "Do you have any condoms at your house?"

Abruptly, Finn stopped and stared at her, mouth slightly agape. "W-what?"

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she looked into his eyes, waiting for him to fully comprehend what she said.

"Are you sure?" he asked uneasily, finally processing what she was suggesting. He had definitely not predicted her wanting to do it tonight. When she nodded, he smiled a little. "Yeah, I have some."

"Is anyone going to be home tonight..?" she wondered, moving her gaze back to the walkway.

"No." he replied quietly with a nervous flutter beginning in the pit of his stomach.

They began walking again, both of them feeling extremely nervous yet with a growing feeling of anticipation.

Twenty minutes later, they were walking through the front door of Finn's house. For some reason, he was somewhat hesitant. Of course they had almost had sex about four times now, but it was odd to think that they would actually follow through with it.

When they entered his room, he began to get even jitterier. Partly, he was worried that he wouldn't perform well. After all, he had only done it once before, and that was completely meaningless. He loved Quinn and wanted to prove that to her with his actions. 'Man, I really hope I don't screw this up. This is going to be our first time… I don't want her to remember it as being horrible. Fuck, what if I can't hold out long enough? That's going to be… It better not happen!'

However, his hesitation and doubts were quickly forgotten as soon as she got onto his bed and shrugged her cardigan off before summoning him with a finger and a flirtatious smile.

Before joining her, he quickly went over to his dresser and hastily pulled out his box of condoms. Obviously, it wasn't open yet, but being a guy, it was practically protocol to own some. After ripping one off, he went over and placed it on his nightstand before kicking his shoes off and climbing on top of her. He starting off by kissing her deeply, but it wasn't long before his hormones began to kick in, just like they always did when he was with her.

Slowly, he began to run his hand along her side. Just when he was about to begin pulling her dress up, she flipped them over so that she was on top.

Quinn smiled down at him in amusement when she noticed the slightly bewildered look on his face before leaning down and kissing along his jaw. She then made her way to his neck and sought out his pulse point. When he groaned loudly, she felt herself becoming extremely aroused. About fifteen seconds later, she pulled away and positioned herself so that she was straddling his waist with her knees. Sitting up, she took a small breath to regain some confidence before pulling her dress up and over her head, leaving her in just her black bra and panties. His response to her sudden lack of fabric was instantaneous, as per usual.

There was nothing Finn wanted more than to explore her perfect body, but he couldn't. Quinn held the power right now.

Unable to help herself, Quinn decided to do a little bit of teasing. It was a habit that she had come to enjoy. A mischievous smirk appeared on her face as she tugged Finn's shirt off and tossed it to the side. She quickly kissed him to pull his attention away from gawking at her body. When she broke away, she made sure to keep eye contact with him as she leaned down and lightly ran her tongue across his toned abs. On accident, she let out a small huff of breath over the line that she had made. Before she could even begin to fret over thinking that he would say something about her mistake, she heard him take a sharp intake of breath. Curious, she licked a path up and down his abs before lightly blowing across it. She felt a tingling between her legs when he moaned and breathed huskily, "Quinn…"

After making a few more trails over his chest and abs, she broke eye contact with him and turned her attention to his jeans. Slowly, she unbuttoned the button and unzipped the zipper. Hooking her fingers into his waistband, she pulled them down.

Finn sat up in order to tug the jeans from his ankles and toss them off of the bed. Eagerly, he pulled her against him and relished in the feel of her warm, soft skin pressing against his. Tilting his head down, he began to pepper kisses across the upper part of her chest, which elicited a moan from her as she snaked her fingers into his hair. He took his time as he slowly made his way up to her lips, where he gave her a fervent yet tender kiss.

Shakily, he laced his hands around her back and rested his fingers on the clasp of her bra, asking for permission.

Quinn momentarily broke the kiss to pull back a little and gaze into his chocolate brown orbs. She temporarily moved one of her hands from his hair to lightly stroke his cheek.

Looking into her piercing hazel eyes caused Finn's heart to skip a beat. There was obvious love and desire radiating from deep within her orbs. He swallowed before giving her a small nod. While he captured her lips once more, his hands began to get to work on the clasp. It took him a few attempts before he finally got it undone and slowly peeled the bra away from her chest and set it to the side. With his hands still wrapped around her back, he quickly twisted them around and laid her on the bed with him on top once more. For a second, he pulled away and stared at her.

"You're absolutely gorgeous." he breathed out in awe. A soft smile grew on his face as her cheeks turned a healthy shade of pink. Not wanting to gawk for too long, he leaned down to place a heated kiss on her lips before trailing a pathway through the valley of her breasts. Tentatively, he brushed his lips against her right breast. Her reaction of a loud moan caused him to gain enough confidence to move his hand to massage her left breast while taking the right into his mouth.

"Finn," she moaned in ecstasy as she ran her hands down his back, digging her nails in at times.

After a couple more minutes of being attentive to her chest, he pulled back a little to look at her while he moved his hands lower.

Realizing what he was about to do, Quinn placed her hands on his shoulders and rubbed them absentmindedly yet in a soothing manner while smiling affectionately at him.

Finn leaned down to place kisses on her neck while he hooked a finger into the waistband of her panties and began to slowly lower them. He didn't know whether he should be, but he was more than a little nervous now.

When she felt his hands shake ever so slightly against her skin, she felt the need to reassure him. Placing a finger on his chin, she moved his head up to face her.

"Its okay, Finn. We belong together and there's nothing that I want more than you." she promised quietly.

A small smile spread across his lips as he leaned in to kiss her, which was his way of answering her. Scooting a little farther down, he hooked another finger into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. Tossing them off to the side, he stared at her body once more. 'God, she's so fucking beautiful.' Needless to say, he was full-on aroused by now.

At this moment, Finn was a little unsure about what to do next. Ultimately, he decided to act on his original plan of showing her how much he loved her, and that meant giving her a nice dose of pleasure. Cautiously, he slid a hand up her leg and across her inner thigh.

Quinn whimpered and shivered as his rough hand traveled closer to her most private area.

As Finn connected their lips, he ran a finger across her slick folds. Instantly, she moaned loudly into his mouth, causing him to shudder. A little uncertainly, he slipped his finger into her and moaned himself. She was so damn wet, and for him.

Breaking away from the kiss, he stared intently into her eyes while he slid his finger in and out of her. All the while, Quinn continued to moan, gradually increasing in sound.

After a few seconds, he pulled his finger out and gazed into her eyes, breathing heavily.

"Are you ready..?" he inquired softly between breaths.

Biting her lip, she nodded

With a small nod, he leaned over and grabbed the condom off of the nightstand. He then moved toward the edge of the bed and shimmied off his boxers. It was then that his nerves hit a high as he struggled and fumbled with the package. He shut his eyes and took a few deep, calming breaths before ripping the package open and taking the condom out. It took a couple of strokes to fully smooth it over himself before he joined her once more.

Quinn gazed into his eyes while he looked down at her. It was an understatement to say that she was nervous. Yeah, she had done this once before, but that time was meaningless to her. As far as she was concerned, this was going to be her real first time. This was the first time that she would have sex with a guy that she actually loved- a guy that she would always love. Letting out a small, shaky breath, she parted her legs for him.

Still feeling a little nervous, Finn leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He then pulled away and flashed her one of his signature grins for reassurance before positioning himself between her legs. 'Calm down, Finn. You're about to make love to the love of your life. Relax.' With those thoughts fresh in his mind and a last exhale, he slowly entered her, keeping his eyes on her face and searching for any signs of discomfort or pain.

There was a mixture of pleasure and pain as Finn pushed into her, but she had anticipated that. Not wanting him to worry, Quinn did her best to mask the slight pain that she was feeling. That was a lot easier to do than she thought it would be due to the fact that the pleasure overrode the pain by a long shot.

When Finn was fully in her, he paused, letting her adjust to him. He was still fretting over whether or not he had hurt her, but when she tilted her head back and moaned, his anxiety faded away. Not wanting to start when she wasn't ready, he waited patiently for some sort of sign from her. Another couple seconds passed before she looked at him and nodded her head ever so slightly.

Slowly, he began to thrust in and out of her. He made sure to keep the mailman at the back of his mind, ready to be used just in case he encountered a problem. Surprisingly, he didn't find any use for it even as he began to gradually pick up his pace. A few strokes in, he wasn't able to contain the moans that slipped out of his mouth. Part of what allowed him to keep up his endurance was Quinn's consistent moans, especially when she would add his name to her content mews. What made things even better was the fact that she would move her hips in synchronization with his, causing the thrusts to be even deeper.

As the minutes began to slowly tick by, he felt himself becoming closer and closer to going over the edge. Leaning over, he pressed his lips to Quinn's in a passionate kiss as he continued the rotation of his hips.

A minute later, Quinn locked her hands around his back as she cried out between uneven breaths, "I'm… so close, F-Finn."

He simply nodded, trying his best not to give right there. Not more than ten seconds later, he felt her walls tighten around him and her nails dig into his back as she reached the tip of her climax and shouted his name. He thrust into her one more time before he buried his face in her neck and released a strangled cry of her name as he filled the condom.

They rode out their orgasms together before he leaned down and kissed her softly. When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers and smiled, though he was still panting heavily. "I love you, Quinn." he breathed.

She smiled as she moved her hands to cup his cheeks. "I love you too, Finn."

After another sweet kiss, Finn pulled out of her and discarded the used condom. He then situated the blankets around them as she snuggled into him, resting her head on his chest and her hand on stomach. Immediately, he wrapped his arm around her and interlaced his fingers with hers. A goofy smile crept onto his face as his fingers came in contact with the ring. His ring.

"I was definitely right." she commented out of the blue.

Knitting his eyebrows together, he asked, "About what?"

She smiled. "Mind blowing."

At that, he chuckled softly. "I completely agree."

After another few seconds of comfortable silence, Quinn spoke again. "The money wasn't for the truck, was it?"

Even though she wasn't looking at him, he still cast a sheepish smile. "No."

"You didn't have to do it, you know." The tone of her voice was gentle, which surprised Finn.

"I know." he assured her. "But I wanted to."

She tilted her head to look at him. "Why are you so perfect?"

"I'm far from it." he stated with a small laugh.

"You're perfect to me." she murmured matter-of-factly as she rested her head back on his chest.

He grinned. "What a coincidence! You're perfect to me, too. More than perfect, actually."

She sighed in content while she drew a pattern on the back of his hand. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Me either." he murmured honestly as he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Not long after that, exhaustion took over both of them as they drifted off to sleep with their bodies intertwined and a blissful smile on their face.

What'd you think? Sorry if the M was a little iffy, it was the first time I actually wrote a full scene. And, originally, I wasn't going to add it, but it seemed to make sense. Anyway, let me know what you think or if you have any suggestions! I'm thinking maybe 5-ish more chapters because I really want to get to work on the sequel. Thanks for reading!