Blink... Blink... Blink. Finn's eyes opened ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of brown hair. Rachel? It was Rachel. He opened his eyes a little wider to see Rachel's back to him.
He couldn't help but chuckle internally. Rachel saved him from a frozen death and from drowning. He closed his eyes again; it was comforting to know he could depend on Rachel in any situation.
He was just about to get up and tell her he was alright, when he felt something soft on his lips. A gentle hand pinched his nose and air was breathed in to him.
Finn's eyes immediately shot open to see very long eyelashes and a nose centimetres from his face. Brown hair tickled his forehead, and it finally registered in his head that someone was giving him mouth to mouth. And not just anybody: Rachel.
He started relaxing against Rachel's lips. Wait! He needs to take her off! But it feels so good... But that's not an excuse! It also tastes so sweet... Wake up!
He tensed up which instantly informed her that he was awake. She immediately shot back and sighed with relief.
"Finn, you're alright!" She flung her arms around him and pushed him back on to the ground with a hug. She finally let go and started wrapping her coat around him.
After gawking and stuttering for a while, he finally found his voice, "R-Rachel, what are you doing?"
Rachel looked at him questioningly. "You just fell in to the pond. I'm trying to help you so that you don't freeze to death!"
He took her chin in his hand and tilted her face up. Slowly he closed the gap between their lips. He smiled as she began to kiss him back. It was a passionate loving kiss.
When they pulled away, their faces were slightly red, and Rachel smiled that warm smile, the one that made butterflies flutter around in his stomach. Finn gave her a chaste kiss on her forehead.
Leaning his forehead against hers, He whispered, "I think I like your version of CPR,".
She blushed a deeper shade of red. He knew he was grinning like a mad man. He stood up and offered his hand which she gracefully took. As they walked, they kept their fingers entwined and she rested her head against his shoulder.
"So how did you fall in to the lake? I mean, there was a sign that said 'Thin Ice," Rachel tentatively looked up at him as she spoke.
Finn had to resist slapping his forehead and cursing himself. He can't ice skate, he can't count, and now he can't read. He looked down at the girl who sighed contently as she clung on to his arm.
"I love you, Rachel," Finn said.
"I love you too, Finn," Rachel smiled.
A warm feeling rose up in his stomach and the butterflies fluttered around spastically. Who cares if he can't ice skate, count, or read? As long as he had Rachel, he didn't need them.
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