A/N:

My sister gave me a challenge with Finn and Marley as the couple, and caramel as the prompt.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

"Hey."

He turns around, fumbles with the box he's packing up. "Oh, hey Marley. Come on in."

She walks slowly into the little office. The walls are now bare and the contents of the desk are carefully being emptied into boxes.

He glances down at the tin of caramels still sitting on the desk. "You want one?" he asks, holding the tin out to her. His hands shake as he does so, and she notices.

"Finn, are you okay?"

He smiles shakily. "I'm fine. Just a little cold."

Her eyebrows furrow and she looks down. "No thanks," she says.

"What?"

"The caramel," she laughs, meeting his gaze directly. "I'm good."

He can feel her eyes watching, can practically see the worried look on his face. She knew he cared about her.

"Thank you," she says after a pause. "For everything."

He smiles, genuinely this time.

"My pleasure," he says. His heart races. It's his last chance. He can't tell her, can he?

She smiles again, tilts her head to the side. "You've helped me so much this year. Boosted my confidence, helped me out of my shell…Just thank you for all of it."

Looking at her, he realizes she's talking about more than just her confidence.

"Singing and being with everyone who was there to support me really helped me through everything, and helped me figure out who I am… and I owe part of that to you, as well as everyone else. I'm sorry," she says, scrunching her eyebrows together. "That sounded super formal and weird." She shakes her head.

He nods. Her eating disorder had taken a lot from her, but he knew her spirit was still there, and that's what he loved about her.

"It's okay, you know," she says glancing up at him. "It's okay that you're doing this, and I wouldn't worry about Mr. Shue. He'll come around. You guys just need space," she says nervously. She glances up from the nail but she'd been picking at.

He looks at her, nods. "I know. I— thank you though. I keep thinking there's no reason to leave. That I should just face it, you know? What's the point of running away from it? Leaving might just make everything worse, but I feel like I needed an 'okay' to do it, so thanks."

"So, you kind of want to leave." It's not a question.

"No," he says quickly. "I mean, a little, I guess."

They lapse into an awkward silence before Marley jumps suddenly. "Oh, gosh. I've got to go, Finn. I'm sorry." she stands, grabs her bag off of the floor. "Good luck with everything, and thank you again. She nods in his direction, before holding out her arms.

He walks into her arms, and closes the gap between their bodies. "Good luck at Regionals," he tells her when he can't think of anything else to say.

He pulls away reluctantly, and she smiles again. He brushes away the strand of hair that's fallen in her face to the side.

"I—" she starts, but his lips are on hers before she can say anything else.

She freezes for a second before dropping her bag and intensifying the kiss.

Her fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, as he lifts her onto his desk.

"Close the door," she breathes.

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