A/N: Specially dedicated to That70'sFinchelGleek. I know this isn't the prompt you requested, but I thought I'd try and surprise you with something cute. I hope you like it!

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Also, one I have quick announcement before I'll shut up and let you read the story. I'm working on a collection of unrelated one-shots that I need requests for. The way it works is you request a person or a pairing (I will try my best to write ANY paring) and a song that you would like to see inspire a short scene involving that one or two (or three potentially) people. It won't necessarily be a performance, I would like this more to be an exercise in deriving inspiration from anything! So challenge me with a lot of requests! :D

Okay, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Finn was extremely happy with his relationship with Rachel as of late. Actually, he was just satisfied with life in general. Everything was going great. New Directions was ahead this year, the drama with Quinn was officially behind him, and he and Rachel had been getting a lot closer.

Except, there was one thing that had been bothering him as of late. No. It hadn't been bothering him. It was eating him from the inside out, gnawing at his heart every time he looked into Rachel's beautiful, expressive chocolate eyes. "I'm not pretty like Quinn."

His girlfriend's self-deprecating words played in his head in an unending echo of mistaken, deep-seated self-loathing that Rachel herself probably wasn't even aware existed. Finn twisted his head to look at Rachel sitting contentedly on the couch beside him, eyes fixated intently at the television screen playing The Wizard of Oz before them.

"I'm not really a good person." Rachel's various, subtle self-put-down pounded Finn in waves of pain. Had he really not been a good enough boyfriend to make her believe that she was wonderful? That she was beautiful? That she was an amazing person just because she was Rachel Berry?

In one swift motion, Finn reached for the remote and paused the screen on a very confused looking Dorothy searching for the disembodied voice of the Scarecrow.

"I love you, Rachel."

A slight smirk stretched across Rachel's pink lips. "I love you too. But, did you really want to keep Dorothy trapped in Oz longer just to tell me that?"

"No. I mean it, Rachel. I really love you." Finn tried to stress each word, to properly convey what he meant. Unfortunately, everything was slightly muddled, even in his own, mind.

"I know you do, Babe. I do too." Rachel worried her bottom lip and creased her eyebrows. "Finn, what's going on?"

"I just – I don't know, Rachel. I was just thinking," That's always dangerous, Finn thought sardonically.

"About?"

"Well… you say things."

"Like," Rachel prompted curiously.

"Well, you said that you weren't really a good person. You also said you weren't pretty like Quinn. I just –" Finn fumbled through his mosh-pit of thoughts for the right words. "I want you to know you're wrong. I don't think any of that and it kills me to think that you think that about yourself."

"I don't always-," Rachel began.

"No," Finn interrupted, "you shouldn't ever think that. Rachel, you're wonderful, you're beautiful, you're amazing."

"Thank you, Finn. I love you so much!"

"I love you too."

Finn twined his fingers though his girlfriend's soft brown hair and gingerly pressed his lips to hers, any ghosts of pain, self-consciousness, and Judy Garland's melodious Somewhere Over the Rainbow long forgotten.