I was watching The Proposal with my sister yesterday for about the billionth time and I thought it would be a rather wonderful finchel fanfic. It's pretty direct from the movie but I've obviously changed some parts to make it my own and it'll change more as it goes, so stay tuned!
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Don't get anything wrong, Finn loves his job, he really does. He loves writing. It's always been his passion and always will be, and plus, he's good at it too. What he doesn't like is his boss. Oh no, he doesn't like his boss at all. Pushy, self centered Ms. Rachel Berry. When he isn't getting her a cup of coffee, cleaning up after her, planning her next schedule, or sometimes even giving her a massage, he spends most of his time daydreaming about "accidentally" running his boss over or "accidentally" pushing her off a cliff. Anyway, he just really fucking hates her.

"Finn!" Rachel Berry calls out from her office. He sighs and rolls his eyes to Puck, who also works here and hates Ms. Berry just as must as he does. Puck smirks at that and mumbles a 'good luck' to him under his breath and Finn nods dramatically. "Finn!" she practically screams again.

"Yes, sorry, I'm coming," he says hastily as he dashes over to her office. "Good Morning Ms. Berry, how are you today?" he says as he enters the white polished office where Ms. Berry spends most of her time in during the day.

"Why is my coffee cold?" She says with a raised eyebrow. She sits down in her cushioned chair and her already tight leather pencil skirt hugs her body and Finn takes a moment to compose himself. Okay, yeah he might hate Ms. Berry because she's so full of herself and looks down upon practically everybody she meets, but she is pretty damn hot and everyone can admit that. He realizes that saying about how the inside matters more than the outside, or whatever, is true because even though she may look sexy as hell on the outside, every time she opens her mouth and her bitchy personality speaks out, everything that ever seemed attractive about her flies right out the window.

"There was this man and his car ran out of gas and so I was helping him before work this morning and your coffee kind of got cold over time," he states truthfully.

"So you think it's more important to help a poor, old man who couldn't go anywhere because his car ran out of gas than to bring the coffee directly to me after your purchase?" she hums calmly.

"Um..yes?" he says, confused.

"That's your problem Finn!" she says loudly; dramatically slapping her hand on the table and standing up. "I am your boss and you will do as I tell you to. Next time you see some fat-ass who forgets to check up on his car and fill up his gas tank, you will ignore that poor, old man and give me my coffee hot." she says emphasizing the end. He rolls his eye and tilts his head back in disgust. What is wrong with this women?

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" she asks seriously. She takes a daring step towards him and cocks her head to the side.

"No," he tells her.

"Did you or did you not," she takes another step towards him, "just roll your eyes at me?"

"I did not," he replies back sternly. She huffs and takes another step towards him, their noses almost touching.

"You think I can't see Mr. Hudson?" she asks curiously.

"No, I'm quite sure your eye sight is wonderful," he breathes in nervously. She smiles and brings her face close to his ear.

"You better watch it Mr. Hudson," she whispers, her lips lightly grazing against his ear and sending tingles down his body. "I can fire you faster than you can say the word 'promotion'." She takes a step away from him. "Which I know you've been wanting for awhile now, isn't that right Mr. Hudson?" she teases. She chuckles under her breath and heads back to her seat and sits down. "How do you think you'll get a promotion if you can't even bring my coffee luke warm?" It took everything in him to not slap this lady. What, so he makes one god damn mistake and any chance of him ever getting a promotion disappears?

"Look Ms. Berry, " he begs. "I'm very sorry about your coffee but I have been your assistant for almost two years now and I have been working very hard and I think-" She cuts him off with a wave of a hand.

"You can go back to your desk now Mr. Hudson, thank you for the cold coffee," she says sarcastically as she points to the door. Finn stands in front of her a moment longer, his annoyance and devastation of losing any chance that he had of getting a promotion any time soon written all over his face. She flashes him a tight, meaningless smile and motions him to exit the room. He does as told.

Once he is out of the room, he practically wants to kick a chair or any kind of furniture he sees around him. He just needs to take his temper out on something.

"Urgh," he groans and lightly kicks an empty chair, making sure to not create any commotion. He's so mad. What a fucking bitch. He makes a promise to himself to never give up on that promotion. He likes this job right? Once he gets that damn promotion, he can write all he wants. He won't let his boss ruin everything.

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"DEPORTED?" Rachel Berry repeats the horrific words that Mr. Schuster, her boss, announced to her. "I can't be deported!" she cries, panic rising in her voice. "What are you even talking about!"

"Ms. Berry, your visa application has been denied. And apparently there was some paperwork you didn't fill out in time?" Mr. Schuster asks her calmly.

"I'm not even an immigrant!" she cries loudly. "I'm just- I'm just from Canada! That's like right there!" she says raising her hands in the air.

"Rachel," Mr. Schuster sighs. "We can't reapply so unfortunately you'll have to leave the country for at least a year." Rachel exhales deeply and shakes her head as if to make sense of everything.

"Look, I can manage everything from Vancouver, we can uh, video conference and I can-"

"Rachel," Mr. Schuster cuts her off. "If you're deported, you can't work for an American company."

"Oh no, wait, please," Rachel begs. "Please can we maybe-" She's cut off by a knock on her door and turns around to find a tall Finn Hudson standing at the door. "What!" Rachel screeches madly.

"Sorry to interrupt, uh, Santana called. She's on line three, she's on hold and she needs to speak to you right away. But I did tell her that you were engaged in a conversation with.." Finn's voice trails off when Rachel suddenly squints her eyes at him and an evil smirk flashes across her face.

"Come here," she hisses between her teeth. Finn's taken aback by her reaction and freezes for a moment. This do es not feel good. No, this does not feel right at all. "Come here, now" she demands to him again. He realizes that there is no way out to this and so he reluctantly walks up next to her, his heart beating at an abnormal pace.

"Mr. Schuster," Rachel says with a fake sweetness in her tone, "I understand this situation and um," she turns around quickly at a very confused Finn and turns back to Mr. Schuster and says, "I think there is something you should know." She takes two quick strides up to Finn and awkwardly pats his chest. Finn has never been so confused in his life. "We're um, uh, yes, we're getting married," she announces with a grin. Finn's mind goes blank. What. The. Hell.

"Oh, you two are..?" Mr. Schuster asks suspiciously.

"Yes, yes, we are," Rachel says enthusiastically. She puts an uneasy arm around a very tense Finn and looks up at him. Her warm brown eyes look in to his own hazel eyes with such trust and eager, he feels obliged to agree to whatever the hell is going on.

"Who's getting married?" he asks, his face turning paler than usual.

"You and I," she immediately spits back at him. "We are," she says reassuringly to Mr. Schuster.

"We are..." Finn murmurs. He can't even finish the sentence though, he's so confused.

"Getting married," Rachel finishes for him. She draws little circles on his back and snuggles up against his chest. "We are getting married," she repeats.

"Isn't he your..secretary?" Mr. Schuster asks, seeming to be confused himself.

"Assistant," She replies. "Executive assistant, um something like that, yes, um, that's him." Mr. Schuster gives her an unsure look and Rachel continues rambling.

"It just kind of happened you know? Working late night shifts alone together.. You know, we're just two people who weren't meant to fall in love with each other who fell in love with each other. It wouldn't be the first time someone's fallen in love with their secretary right? I mean like, remember Emma, Mr. Schuster? Your- oh, never mind. Anyway, we're happy. Finn and I are very very happy and..and in love," she says promisingly. "Very, very much in love... Um, so is everything good? Does this make everything good? Can I go now?"

"Well," Mr. Schuster shrugs. "That's terrific Rachel." Rachel exhales a sigh of relief and nods.

"Thank you, um, I'll need to get to line three now," she says trying to rush out of the room.

"Wait Rachel," Mr. Schuster stops her. She turns around slowly, scared of his next words.

"Just make it legal okay?" he asks them and points to the fourth finger on his left hand.

"Of course," Rachel agrees. She takes a few hesitant steps towards Finn and kisses him on the cheek. She then grabs his hand in to her own and drags him out of the room.

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"Ms. Berry, excuse me for asking, but what exactly is going on?" Finn asks, his mind still not processing any of the things that just happened.

"I thought you heard perfectly fine Finn," Rachel replies, her voice slightly shaking. "We're getting married."

"Excuse me?!" he cries. This is absolutely ridiculous. What the hell is wrong with her? What is she even thinking? Rachel turns towards him, their bodies practically pressed up against each other and she looks up at him again with those chocolate brown eyes and he realizes that they are rimmed with tears. He sighs.

"Oh Finn," she sighs, "Please, I'm begging you. Let's just pretend! Oh please Finn, we can divorce after a year and you can date other people when we're married but we need to get married or else I can't continue my job. Please Finn," she begs. "Let's just pretend. Pretend we're in love, pretend we're engaged.. Please," she whimpers. She's holding on to his shirt desperately and a few tear drops have spilled out from those big, puppy dog eyes and he hears himself agreeing to her offer. He honestly can't even remember what he said or when it happened but within about 10 minutes since Rachel's great convincing, he has found himself left in the hallway alone with money to buy an engagement ring for her.

He sort of hates himself.

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I don't know if I should continue this story or not so please review and let me know! xx