Part Five. Eee, final chapter. I had so, so much fun writing this. This is a little longer than the other chapters, because it's the big important one ;D.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters, I do however borrow them occasionally and make them bend to my will for my own amusement and... hopefully... yours =).

Pairing: Finn/Quinn :D

Four Times Finn Asked Quinn to Marry Him, and One Time He Didn't

In the middle of their summer vacation Finn had announced that he was taking Quinn out for dinner. He planned every second of the evening down to the very last second, he'd booked a table at Quinn's favourite restaurant, paid to have a single red rose placed in the little vase on the centre of the table; and he'd arranged to have them play her favourite love song over the speakers when they'd ordered their dessert. He'd spent a long afternoon with Burt in jewellery stores picking out the perfect ring – which now sat on his dressing table – and his mother had washed and ironed out his best suit. She had also helped him decide exactly what he was going to say and had put up with him pacing up and down the living room for the previous three hours, worrying about whether Quinn would say yes or not. Finn had come to the conclusion, not for the first time in his life, that his mother was a saint.

He took a deep breath, pulled on his jacket and moved his tie around several times whilst looking at himself in the mirror even though he knew it had already been straight.

"If you keep doing that you'll wear the material through," an amused voice came from the doorway and he span around.

"Kurt,"

His step-brother smiled at him as he leant against the frame of Finn's door. Shaking his head slightly, he moved forwards and reached up slightly to rearrange Finn's – now skewed – tie back into place.

"I did this for you once before, remember?" he said with a smile and Finn nodded.

"You helped me get ready to tell Quinn's parents about…" Kurt nodded and turned him back to the mirror.

"There, very handsome," he said, "How could she refuse?"

"I thought you were staying at college," Finn said as he started smoothing down the imaginary creases on the front of his jacket. Kurt grinned mischievously up at him through the mirror.

"You think I'd miss this? Besides I have to start planning your engagement party," With that he patted Finn on the shoulder and half danced towards the door, "I have a lot of idea's," Finn watched his eyes go suddenly very wide as he tried to imagine what on earth Kurt was planning.

"And Finn," He spun again to find Kurt with an honest smile on his face now, no longer promising materials, drinks and patterns that Finn didn't have the first clue about. "Good luck," he said, finally slipping out of sight.

Finn watched nervously as Quinn's fork moved slowly around her plate, and for once he kind of wished she would eat faster; although the little mouse like bites she took were pretty cute most of the time, he was kind of anxious right now. Things had already gone a little awry when it had started to rain as they exited his car and had to run across the car-park to the restaurant. It wasn't like it was his fault or that he could do anything about it – except to maybe keep an umbrella in his car, just in case, from now on – but it was enough of a misfortune to shake him up. Quinn, for her part, had disappeared into the ladies room after they were shown their seats, and returned minutes later looking like the rain had never touched her. Finn kind of wish she could eat with the same speed and efficiency. She was currently chasing a pea, unsuccessfully, around her plate.

When she had finally laid down her knife and fork and the waiter had been around, removing their plates, refilling their glasses and giving a highly conspicuous wink to Finn, he suddenly felt a whole new wave of nerves passing over him. He started playing with the bottom of his jacket, as he tried to smile and keep up with what Quinn was saying; every few seconds his right hand would dart to his pocket, feeling for the little velvet box. So when the alarms started going off, he was so on edge he practically fell out of his seat. It didn't help that he was already halfway out of it and about to signal the waiter to put on the music.

Vaguely he heard something about a fire, nothing too serious, but having to move outside, and felt Quinn's arm in his as they were guided towards the entrance. It was still raining as they exited the building, in fact it was raining harder now and it was only a few seconds before they – and everyone around them – were completely soaked. Quinn let out a gasp and pointed to a window, where dark smoke was pouring out and Finn just about registered the sound of fire engines getting closer before he grabbed Quinn by the arm and walked her away from the crowd.

"Finn, what are you doing," She shouted, shocked, "We haven't paid, we can't just leave!"

She was still talking when Finn stopped and turned on his heel to face her, "Quinn," He said loudly, cutting her off.

"I…"

"Sir!" A waiter was running towards them, "Sir we need…"

"Can I have one minute please," Finn said without looking away from Quinn,

"Sir if you could just…"

"One minute," Finn snapped, his head turning sharply to glare at the poor drenched man, who stared at them both for a moment before apparently realising something and backing slowly away.

"Finn!" Quinn's tone was sharp as she called his attention back to her, "You didn't need to…" she sighed, and closed her eyes for a moment; when she spoke again her voice was softer. "Finn?" he nodded at her and remained silent, "What's this about?"

"I love you," He blurted out and her eyes went slightly wide as he began blushing.

"That is… I mean," He took a breath, the small box suddenly weighing a thousand times more than it should in his pocket, "I mean it. I'm so in love with you Quinn,"

"I love you too, Finn…"

"Tonight was supposed to be completely perfect, and we were supposed to be in the restaurant and Marianas Trench 'Beside You' was supposed to be playing over the speakers and I was supposed to get down on my knees… and… no wait," He took her hands and started to lower himself to the ground, she shouted in protest but he was already knelt in the puddle that had formed beneath their feet, "I could just wait… pay for the meal and take you out again sometime, but I've been asking you for months now, not in ways that you would understand, even without words; every time I look at you I ask you over and over again… I don't want to wait anymore. I love you Quinn," Quinn watched silently as he reached into his pocket; the tears streaming down her face were hidden by the rain. Finn struggled for a moment and when his hand finally brought a small black box from his pocket – which was proving difficult with the effect of the rain on his suits trousers – something caught and the little box flew from his hands to Quinn's feet. Before he could reach for it she leant down and grabbed his hand.

"You're a doofus Finn Hudson," She said, her voice cracking slightly, and she shook her head at him when his face filled with fear, "You're a completely wonderful, romantic, adorable doofus and I love you too," With that she too knelt on the floor, despite Finn's protests.

"But your dress!" He exclaimed

"What's the puddle going to do that the rain hasn't done already," She rolled her eyes at him, "Don't avoid the subject Finn, I said I love you I think that merits more attention than a wet dress!" then she smiled, and it lit up her whole face. She released his hands and reached down to pick up the little black box.

"You think you could hold this without dropping it again?" She said teasingly, and he grinned back.

"I think so," he replied holding out a hand.

"In that case then," She coughed lightly, and held out the box for him to take, "Finn Hudson, would you make me the happiest woman in the world, and put that ring on my finger?"

Finn didn't think he could smile any more than he already was in that moment. He took the little box back, popped it open and took out the ring, "I will," He replied, and he did.