"But Fiiiiiinn," she whines, trailing along behind him. "Can't we just go back inside, my boots are getting wet." She pouts.
"Rachel, it's just over there." He says, grabbing her hand in an attempt to get her to walk faster.
She takes his hand, "but when I agreed to let you take me on an adventure in the Canadian wilderness I had no idea it would be in the middle of winter!"
He just laughs.
"It isn't funny!" She practically yells, dropping his hand. "I'm staying here Finn! It's too far away." She tries to stomp her foot in the snow, but doesn't get the desired effect.
He keeps walking. "Okay, Rach. But be careful. I wouldn't want the bears to get you."
She catches up with him pretty quickly after that comment. He laughs again, pulling her close. "Do you even know where you're going?"
"Of course I do. I used to come here all the time."
"I swear Finn Hudson if you get me lost I will… I will never have sex with you again!" He just laughs at her once more.
They walk in silence for a few more minutes, their arms wrapped around each other. He stops suddenly, looking at the trees around him. "This is it." He tells her, unfolding the picnic blanket and lying it down on the ground.
"You expect me to sit on that?"
"Yeah, I do." He says, lying down himself.
"Well i'm not, i'm just going to stand here." She glares at him. He nods, looking up into the sky.
"Okay." He says simply, looking at her quickly.
She stands there for less than a minute, shifting on her feet. "Finn…" She says softly, he looks at her again. "I'm cold."
He resists the urge to roll his eyes. He doesn't say anything, just rolls onto his side and opens his arms for her. She lies down in his arms, burying her face into his chest. He listens to her heavy breathing for a couple of minutes before she pulls her face back from his chest.
"Better." She says, closing the gap and pressing her lips against his.
"Good." They roll onto their backs and he takes her hand, locking their fingers together. He lets out a deep breath.
"Over there," he begins, pointing to the left, "was where my dad used to bring me."
She sees the tears in the corner of his eyes. "You don't have to continue."
He nods. "I was about six then. I don't really remember."
She wipes one of his tears away and snuggles back up to him. He takes a few minutes to compose himself, looking out into the snow.
"Thank you." He whispers, leaning down to kiss her softly. She kisses him back instantly, her tongue slipping into his mouth, their hands still clasped tightly together.
She wants to ask "what for?" but he's pulling her close again, tucking her head underneath his chin. Neither of them know how long they stay like that and Finn swears he falls asleep for a while.
"Finn?" she says quietly, poking him in the chest, repeating her actions when he doesn't respond. "Finn!"
He jerks awake, smiling when he sees Rachel. "We need to go, it's getting dark." He sees the worry in her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She's lying.
"Rachel, I know you. What is wrong."
She leans closer to him, "I don't want the bears to get me," she whispers into his ear. He lets out a huge chuckle, unable to keep that one in.
She pouts, getting up. "Don't laugh at me. I'm scared of them."
He gets up too. "Rachel, there are no bears… they're hibernating!"
"Finn Hudson!" She hits his chest repeatedly. "How dare you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you."
"No you don't."
"I don't." She confirms, looking to the ground. "I love you."
"I love you too." He tells her, grabbing her hand.
"But for that, you have to give me a piggy ride back home."
"Deal."