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Light Shall Shine Out Of Darkness

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It was raining steadily by the time Rachel arrived at the Starbucks she was meeting Finn at, and she was grateful to have had the foresight to bring an umbrella that day. She was pleasantly surprised to find him waiting for her outside the entrance, clad in a fully zippered raincoat. He pulled her into a tight hug, and she laid her head on his chest, not caring that the raincoat was dampening her hair. 

 

Something had happened.

 

Usually, Finn waited inside on the comfy couch because he believed she needed twenty minutes of rest to recover from her ten minute walk.

 

He was so sweet.

 

"Are you alright?" She asked him, once he'd loosened his grip on her. "Were they rude to you?" 

 

If those people had been rude to her husband, Rachel was going to give them a piece of her mind. She was Rachel Barbra Hudson, after all, not some wallflower.

 

"Kurt won't eat," he told her, sighing morosely. "I called my mom, she's coming up early to see if she can get him to."

 

"Oh, honey," Rachel breathed, snuggling close to him, damp hair be damned. "It will be alright. Do you want to go find him?" Frankly, Kurt had been dwindling slightly on a weekly basis since Finn had returned to the apartment, though most likely it had started when he'd been Medflighted to the VA. Rachel just hadn't been focused on him at the time.

 

Finn shook his head. "My mom...she's treating us to lunch," he told her, flashing Burt's credit card in her direction. "I wanna treat you like a Queen, babe." He managed a half smile, touching her cheek with his thumb. "Plus you know how he can get...it probably wouldn't be good for my mental stability."

 

She smiled wryly at him. "You're probably right," she said. "That's...very perceptive of you, Finn. And very kind of your parents."

 

Fancy meals were splurges that didn't happen often on an undergraduate's dime, and she was very indebted to Burt and Carole for their offer. Plus she was proud of Finn for recognizing that he had limits to what he could do. 

 

And she thought he was being so sweet when he wordlessly shouldered her bags and took control of her umbrella, shielding them both from the elements. 

 

She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss. 

 

"I love you, Finn Hudson," she said, looping her arm through his. "I would love to go out to lunch with you."

 

It would be nice to get out of the rain, at least.