glee love

Chapter 19

Finns POV:

I come out of the bathroom, and see Rachel changing.

I admire her gorgeous body before looking away.

I have known Rachel so long that I know that when someone stares at her, she automatically feels insecure.

"Finn, you can look." She says with a laugh. I look over and she's biting her lip. She's also wearing a dress that's right around her waist and gets loser around her legs. The dress falls down to right above her knees. The top of the dress has a V-line.

I stare for a little longer until I see that she's blushing.

"So, where are we going?" She asks.

"It's a surprise, babe." I say, and kiss her cheek.

Together, we walk hand in hand outside of the hotel.

I wave down a taxi and whisper the address to the driver, so Rachel can not hear.

I look over at her and admire her face. She is barely wearing any makeup, and really doesn't need it.

"You look amazing babe." I whisper in her ear.

I watch as her breathing quickens, and I smile.

She looks down and squeezes my hand.

I look at the street signs and see that we are already almost there.

Rachel gives me a confused look, "Please tell me where we are going."

I laugh, and shake my head.

"I barely know what's going on myself." I whisper.

"Huh?" She narrows her eyes.

I chuckle nervously and shake my head.

The taxi stops, and I hand the driver ten bucks.

"Thank you sir." He says, and speeds off as we step onto the cement ground.

Rachel looks around and gasps.

"Broadway?" She asks, and I can see the sparkle in her eyes.

I kiss the top of her head, "Let's go." I grab her hand and we walk in.

There is a man standing, and he looks like he is waiting for someone.

"Are you Finn and Rachel Hudson?"

I nod with a smile.

"This way." He says, and leads us towards a stage.

We walk in, and it is pitch black.

Suddenly, a spot light shines on us, and moves forward.

We follow under the spot light, until the lights start to turn on.

Dim at first, but then I see it.

A table.

Only a table.

Yet that one table took so much effort.

I look down at Rachel and see tears in her eyes. She hugs me, and we sit at the table.

"Welcome to the Eiffel Tower de Resteraunt." Says a voice behind me.

I am sittiing across from Rachel, and I can tell she sees who it is.

I turn around, and sure enough, Puck is there, with a drawn on mustache.

I laugh at his fail of a French accent, but let him continue.

"You see, we couldn't find any French songs, so we shall sing a classic." He gives a big smile, and drops the bowl with bread on our table.

A spotlight shines in the distance, and I look over and see Kurt, with a fake mustache on his face.