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I'm thinking this is going to be the last chapter of this little tale guys, thank you so much for your support for it! Be sure to check out my other fics 'Stalker', and 'Blackmail'!

**Sorry if this update confuses anyone! I haven't added anything new I just went through to edit some old typos and refresh the story! **

It's time. I really don't know why I've waited this long. Rachel would say it's because I'm a procrastinator. Like, when I don't do my homework until right before class starts. Or when I don't study for the big test then end up cramming the night before it and go to school looking like a zombie and bomb the test anyway. But those things I don't want to do, homework is for chumps anyway, I think I might start getting some of the quiz bowl nerds...er, I mean people to do it for me like Puck does.

Asking Rachel to be my girlfriend though, I can't just throw an idea together and hope it works out. I know Rachel, I know her like the palm of my hand, and she's going to want romance. The girl lives off of it, she can't listen to a love song on the radio without recording a clip of herself singing along with it, well over top the original singer really, to send to me. I save every single one.

So this needs to be something big, something to show her how serious I am about us, that I care. You know, some mushy crap like that. Let the whole school know. She used to be afraid that I would let my popularity get in the way of us, and she won't admit it but I know stuff like that still gets to her. I'm past all that now though, I was being stupid before. I'm in so deep now, I would put on a tutu and do the single ladies dance again at our next game if it meant getting to call Rachel mine forever. Ughh I shudder at just the thought, but it's truth. I wish I could shout it from the rooftops, or like trend 'Rachel Berry will you be Finn's girlfriend' on twitter or something. Social media is so good for that kind of stuff.

Duh! Why didn't I think of that before? I got it!

'Fondue for two, Fondue for two! That's some hot dish, Fondue for two!'

"Hello world, I'm your host Brittany S. Pierce and you're watching my hit internet talk show 'Fondue for Two' that involves two of my favorite things: hot cheese, and talking to people. Today we have Finn Hudson, quarterback of McKinley and ex-lover of my best friend Santana."

Crap, way to start this off for me Brit, totally romantic vibe.

"Er, yeah, thanks for having me Brittany."

"An anonymous source...Santana"she stage whispered, "quotes you as the worst lay she's ever experienced, and that's quite the number you're against. What's your response to this?"

God, that's never going to stop haunting me is it.

"Umm bad I guess, but in my defense it was my first time so I can't really take all the blame for that. If you don't mind, I actually wanted to talk about something else though um, something more important."

"I'm sorry are you trying to tell me how to run my show? If you are, that would be bullying and I won't tolerate it."

"No, no not at all Brit, I just had an announcement I thought your viewers might enjoy."

"Alright, but you have to hold Lord Tubbington."

"Er, I'm actually kind of allergic to cats..."

"It's the rules Finn; you're on the show, you hold Lord Tubbington and eat my fondue. Unless you're trying to tell me how to run my show again. Lord Tubbington has his Security Guard License, he can kick you out."

God, could this get any worse? Let me get this over with quick. God this cats heavy, what does she feed this thing?

"Okay, well first off, I'd like to make a shout out to my favorite girl Rachel Berry. I hope you're watching because this is for you." Achooo! "I'm going to make this quick because I'm not really good with words, and I have a song to sing, but I wanted to ask you publicly, if you will be my girlfriend again. I know we've had a pretty rough road, but I think that's made this whole relationship so much stronger and like, more real." Achoo! God stop stretching Tubbs, I'm on a roll here!

"It's like, in spite of some of my doubts before, you make me feel like a man. More than that, like you make me the man that I wanna be. A man that deserves you. And I want to continue being that man, and be able to call you my woman."

"Aw Finn, that was super sweet, even if your face is swelling up and I can see sweat beading on your forehead. You look like you're straining, put Lord Tubbington down, you're making him feel fat."

Right, of course I can put him down now!

"Okay, erm, well I was going to sing 'Without You' but I'm pretty sure I need some allergy medicine now so, I'm just going to go."

"Oh no you don't Hudson, my audience was expecting a show and you're going to give it to them. Plus you haven't eaten any fondue yet, open up."

"Ahhhh!" Where's water, milk, something?! "Brittany, that fondue is scalding!"

"I keep it hot" she said, wiggling her eyebrows at the camera before holding out a small microphone my way and cuing up the music.

How am I supposed to sing through my sneezes, and a burnt tongue?!

"Showtime!" she sang, as my cue came, Tubbs jumping right back into my lap.

God, that couldn't have gone any worse. Well unless like, I would've forgotten to wear pants, or a zombie apocalypse broke out or something, but still. I'm just going to crawl into bed, and hide for the next three days. Maybe mom can bring my meals in to me. I can't face Rachel again, not for a while. I'm going to tell her to get right off my porch and go home because I can't...wait what?

"Rach...Look, I'm so sor-"

"Oh Finn!" she cries, jumping up into my arms and wrapping her legs around me.

"What are you doing here Rachel? You should be so mad at me...I screwed up."

"First off I brought you some allergy medicine, no offense but you still look terrible" she said, sliding down my body and motioning for me to open the door.

"Yeah, I told her I was allergic to cats." I grab a glass to fill with water and take the pill she's offering. Ah, sweet relief. What kind of pills are these? I already feel better. Rachel must have put some of her magic on it or something.

"And if you're referring to your interview, then you most certainly did not screw up. That was, the sweetest thing I've ever seen" she said, bringing her arms around my neck and hopping to get back in place wrapped around me. Things are definitely looking up.

"I had it all planned out, it was supposed to be all romantic and sweet and stuff but-"

"Did you mean what you said Finn?"

"Yes."

"Even the song, you meant all of that too?" she asks, playing with the hair on the back of my neck.

"Yeah Rachel, I meant every word."

Her lips crashed down onto mine, her little hands tangling in my hair, letting me know she wants me to be closer. I don't know how this could ever get old. Kissing her, holding her in my arms like this, I could stay right here like this forever.

"Let's go to your bedroom Finn." Or I could move my butt as fast as my legs can carry us to my room.

Kicking my door shut with my foot I sit down on the bed, toeing off my shoes. Rachel is squirming around on my lap, and soon her shirt comes flying off over her head and she starts to reach for mine. Soon her skirt is sliding to the floor, and her hands are yanking on my button, unzipping my pants. I stand to shove them off of me, Rachel still wrapped around me like a little love monkey, and when I sit back down she pushes my shoulder, rolling us over.

Settling myself into a more comfortable position between her legs, I bring my lips to hers again. She feels so good under me, so natural. I'm really careful though, we've gotten to the point that we make out like this all of the time, but I still worry that I'm going to crush her. She's apparently not too worried about it, she's pushing her little feet into my lower back, bringing her mouth down to kiss my collarbone.

"Finn, do you have a condom?"

Holy freaking Cheesus.

"What? Are you-"

"Yes. I'm ready" she says, taking my cheek in her tiny hand. "Make love to me Finn."

Reaching over to my nightstand I pull out the condoms I'd been keeping just in case. I know I'm not going to last long, I'm already so excited I could probably bust at any second, but I've been waiting for this moment forever, we both have. I won't mess it up.

Rolling the latex onto myself, I lean back over her on my knees, bringing a hand up to test her. There's no glass of water around here now, all that I'm feeling is pure Rachel, she really does want this.

I work her with my fingers until she's clawing at my arms, and I know its time. When her body starts to tense, I remove my hand, gripping myself and sliding into her for the first time quickly.

I knew it was going to hurt, I heard the first time always hurts for girls. They say you should get it over with quick, you know like taking off a band-aid. So I'm not sure if the scream still ringing in my ears is from pain, pleasure or both, but I do know that this condom is full of the most intense orgasm I've ever had and I need to throw it away now.

Pulling out of her, I roll over onto my side, still panting but in the most attractive way I can.

"God Rachel, that was-"

"Amazing, amazing and perfect, and right. And now I have to pee." she finished, holding her arms out for me to help her up.

Lifting my little diva from her spot, I watch as she gets up from the bed nude to walk to my bathroom. So this is what people mean when they say 'living the dream'.

I take off the latex, tying it at the top and toss it into my trash can. The sink goes off and the door flies open, allowing me to stare at her perfect form again before she crawls into my arms.

"Oh and by the way Finn, the answer is yes. I would love to be your girlfriend."

Grinning I lean down to kiss her again, this girl could not possibly get any more amazing.

"I love you Rachel."

"I love you too Finn, now make me a sandwich."

The End! Thanks for the read, and all of the support on this story! I hope that you enjoyed this journey as much as I did! Feel free to review!