Heaven

Chapter 21

Rachel POV

After an... eventful night at the bar, which involved several drinks too many, disturbing things, and just a lot of weird shit, I make it home, Finn in tow. All of the other couples are doing whatever they're doing, but I just want to watch movies with him and sober up a little before bed.

"What would you like to watch tonight, lover boy?" I ask him once he's properly sat on the bed. He's sobered up a bit, so he was able to put his pajamas on.

"I want to watch your performances, babe. The ones I missed," Finn decides after a moment, and I smile sadly at the thought of those.

"Okay," I agree and set up the TV to show my performances.

Finn watches, the same stupid smile he always has when I sing on his face, entranced. Jesse and I were in Hamilton together; him as King George the third and me as Eliza Schuyler. That was the first performance I did after Finn died, and you can still see the sadness in my smile.

"Have I apologized for dying so young?" He asks out of the blue, and I smile. Drunk Finn is fun.

"Why would you apologize for something you had no control over?" I ask, confused.

"Because I was on my way to the airport, to hop on a flight to go see you, even though you didn't want me to go when I died," he admits, and I smile again.

"Well, that's incredibly romantic, babe. But no, I don't think that you need to apologize for this. Us being together now, being dead aside, is all I could ask for," I smile again.

"I love you, Rachel Hudson-Berry," Finn smiles at me, sobered up immensely. That's for the better; hangovers are no fun.

"I love you more, Finn Hudson-Berry," I give him a quick peck on the lips.

"If you say so," he replies carelessly, the same way he did back in high school and college. At those four words, I tear up a little bit.

"Oh my God, Rach, are you okay?" Finn immediately asks, sobered up out of concern. He pulls me into his chest, where I just smile sadly.

"It's just, those were the last words you said to me before you died. I haven't heard them in so long," he presses a kiss to my forehead, and I feel more loved then than I ever have in my entire life.

I pull my head out of his chest, smiling up at him, and engage him in a long kiss.

🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈

Let's say that break is fun.

Also, yesterday, I made about 20 aesthetic wallpapers so now I have at least three hundred more images on my phone.

Later loves,

~Ry