Shorter chapter this time round, guys. Please don't forget to review - I'd love to know what you guys think of this story so far! Coatsy xx
"So, where's Kurt?" Finn asked, looking around as he sat down at the kitchen table. Twelve thirty had rolled around, but Finn had arrived twenty minutes late. So where was Kurt? Normally he'd be out of his room by now, even when he had serious bed hair.
"In his room, I think," Rachel replied, getting a third glass down from the cupboard and pouring some champagne for Finn. "But he's been in there for nearly an hour." She sat opposite her fiancé and took a sip of her own glass of champagne, slightly concerned and befuddled.
"So?" Finn smiled across the table. "Doesn't he normally take that long getting ready?" He took another sip of champagne, inspected the glass, and then swallowed the whole lot in one gulp.
"Not normally over an hour," Rachel replied, nursing her glass rather than drinking from it. "I better make sure he's okay-"
"No need to, Miss Berry, I am perfectly fine." Kurt's voice called out from the corridor, and then he appeared in the doorway, perfectly fresh faced and smiling. He had completely changed his outfit; he was now wearing a white collared shirt under a black waistcoat with a pair of sleek black trousers, a thin grey scarf looped loosely about his neck.
Kurt almost leapt on Finn, causing him to nearly drop his glass. He rapidly put his glass down and balanced himself by holding onto the table; Kurt's sudden embrace had pushed him backwards, and Finn was now teetering on the back two legs of his chair.
"You dog, you!" Kurt exclaimed into Finn's shoulder. Finn gave a confused look to Rachel, but she shrugged in reply. Kurt then held Finn at arm's length and was beaming brightly at him before letting him go, causing Finn to rock back onto all four legs of his chair.
"Why didn't you tell me you were proposing?" Kurt playfully slapped Finn's shoulder, and Finn laughed nervously. The two boys were close friends now, but Finn never knew how to act around Kurt.
He was so different to all of his other guy friends; Puck, for example, was a total babe magnet and was never without a woman by his side. Mike was an incredible dancer, and before he met his girlfriend Tina, he was always going home with a pocket full of phone numbers. Kurt, however, was… Well, Kurt was gay, and Finn had never known how to deal with it. Obviously, he had never let it be a reason to dislike Kurt, but without the conversation starters of girls and football, Finn was often roped into conversations about celebrity gossip. Luckily, Rachel kept him up to date with that anyway and so he at least understood who Kurt was talking about.
"I, erm," Finn blushed, unsure of his answer. He looked to Rachel who was smiling, but equally as interested as Kurt was about his answer. "I didn't really tell anyone. Apart from Hiram and LeRoy, of course." Finn gestured to Rachel upon suggesting her dads, and then looked back to Kurt, who was looking a little confused.
"So, you came up with the whole idea by yourself?" He enquired, eyeing Finn closely.
"Yes." Finn answered, slightly nervous about the sudden interrogation.
"No-one helped you plan it? No-one gave you the idea for Wicked or Breadstix or anything?" Kurt didn't seem to be able to comprehend a proposal that hadn't been planned in excruciating detail, and it took all of Finn's patience to explain to him that he had done it all by himself within two weeks of deciding to do it.
"Kurt, I did it all by myself." He stated, looking Kurt in the eye. Kurt narrowed his eyes and pouted slightly, trying to decipher whether Finn could possibly have done it by himself.
"Kurt, leave him be." Rachel chuckled from across the table. She reached out and took Finn's hand in hers and smiled at him. "All that matters now is that we are engaged," Finn smiled back and squeezed her hand gently. "And we have a wedding to plan." She gave Kurt a meaningful look, and he laughed.
"Okay, okay," Kurt chuckled, raising his hands slightly in defence. "First thing's first; how are we going to celebrate?"
"Celebrate what?" Finn asked, bemused as to what Kurt was changing the topic to.
"Your engagement, silly!" Kurt laughed, slapping Finn's shoulder light-heartedly, but Finn still looked confused. "You know, how you gave Rachel that rock of a ring and asked her to marry you? That's an engagement, Finn."
"I know we're engaged, Kurt," Finn replied, slightly annoyed by Kurt's sarcasm. "But, I thought we were celebrating it, like, now?" He gestured to the glasses and the bottle of champagne, but Kurt stared blankly at him.
"Well, yes," He stated rather sarcastically. "But we need to celebrate. We should go out tonight!" Kurt turned excitedly to Rachel, clapping his hands lightly by his chest.
Rachel's face lit up and the two started to babble happily about where they could go in New York to celebrate. Finn caught phrases like 'shopping spree' and 'Jazz at the Metro Room' and '200 Fifth', and poured himself another glass of champagne, dreading the thought of what he could be doing that evening.
All of a sudden, Rachel and Kurt both gasped and then began to whisper excitedly, occasionally glancing at Finn. Now more alert as he seemed to be the topic of conversation, Finn sat up straight and leant across the table, trying to catch a glimpse of what his fiancé and her best friend had in store for him.
Rachel and Kurt turned to him and sat smiling widely, obviously ecstatic with themselves for having coming up with a 'perfect' idea. Finn looked from Rachel to Kurt and back to Rachel waiting for an answer, before giving in.
"Okay," He sighed heavily. "What are we doing to celebrate?"
Rachel and Kurt exchanged glances before turning back to Finn.
"West Side Story." They stated in synchronisation, before giggling at each other in surprise at speaking in time.
"Haven't you guys seen that, like, hundreds of times?" Finn asked.
"Well, that depends," Kurt replied. "Are we talking DVD viewings or Broadway? Because if you're talking Broadway, then the current tally is sixteen. But, if we're including DVD viewings, then, yeah, the number is in the hundreds somewhere."
"Right," Finn stated. "So why are you going to see it again?"
"We're not going for us-" Rachel started before being interrupted by Kurt clearing his throat. "Okay, so we are still going for us, but this time it's more for you." She smiled, squeezing Finn's hand softly.
"Yes," Kurt added. "You need to be introduced to the magical experience that is West Side Story if you are intent on marrying my Berry." He put his arm protectively around Rachel, who laughed at his veiled threat.
"Kurt, I won't break up with him for not seeing West Side Story!"
"No," Kurt smiled before turning serious. "But I will." He looked Rachel in the eye, holding his serious expression for as long as possible, before the two of them burst out laughing.
"Okay then," Finn mumbled to himself, taking another sip of champagne. "West Side Story it is, then."
