A/N: So here is my last chapter of How it Began! It basically ties my story in with the pilot episode. Well, mostly the ending that's about it. Anyway, enjoy reading it and I apologize for a spelling or gramatical mistakes. It is literally 12:30am right now and I started this at like, 9 so I was kind of tired to begin with.
"Finn get up and out of be-" Mrs. Hudson began, walking into her son's room before she was greeted to a pleasant surprise.
"Wow, you're already up? And on time too?" she asked in disbelief, eyes roaming between her son and the clock on his nightstand that blinked 6:30 in bright red.
"Yep!" he answered enthusiastically while pulling his blanket up to meet the edge of his pillows.
"You even decided to actually make your bed?" she added, eyes as wide as saucers now. "Is the world coming to an end or something along those lines that I'm unaware of?"
"Nope mom, that's in 2012." he informed before saying, "Actually, it's just the beginning for me."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she wondered out loud, more curious than ever.
"Well mom, it's the first day of school!"
"And you're happy about school? Are you sure the world isn't ending?" she joked.
"Ha-ha mom you are just too funny." he told her sarcastically. "I'm excited because it's the first time I'm seeing Quinn since the beginning of the summer, you know, she is my girlfriend now."
"Air-go you excitement."
"Yes mom, air-go my excitement." he repeated, finishing making his bed.
"Alright well, let me know when you're ready to go. I'll give you a ride to school so you can get there early to have time with her." she offered.
"Okay thanks mom, sounds good." he called after her as she made her way back downstairs.
He appreciated the fact his mom offered to drive him but he figured it would be one of the last times. He was going to start drivers-ed soon so he would eventually be able to drive himself to school.
It was only about a half hour later when he was already getting out of his mom's car as they pulled up to the school.
"Have a great first day Finn!" Mrs. Hudson shouted after him through her open car window.
He quickly and discreetly waved back to her as he walked, looking around first to make sure none of his peers were watching him because it was totally not cool to wave back to your mom. At least he didn't yell, "I miss you already mommy," like he did on his first day of pre-school.
As he walked towards the main doors of McKinley High, he thought about the reunion of himself and Quinn and just how plain excited he was to finally see her.
Almost immediately was he rushed into the halls by other groupings of kids, becoming apart of the jumbled mess of teens.
He was greeted by many high fives and bro hugs but he wouldn't let the others distract him from his mission of finding Quinn.
He'd thought that with his height, he would be able to spot the perfect blonde in the crowds of other students, but it was like trying to spot Waldo in those "Where's Waldo?" search puzzle books.
After searching through the sea of others like police searching for a missing person with no luck, he shrugged and went to the guidance office to get his new locker assignment.
Among the many jobs Ms. Pillsbury, the guidance counselor, did, like helping with personal problems, she also dealt with student schedules and lockers.
"Hi Ms. Pillsbury." Finn greeted as he walked into the office. "My name is-"
"Finn Hudson." she finished for him.
"Wow, um, yeah, that's me." he confirmed surprised that she already knew him. She was new this year and he had obviously never been in here since last year. The only reason he knew her name was from the name plaque plastered on the wall outside next to her door.
She could tell he was shocked by the way she already had prior knowledge of him. She decided to let him in on how she had come to know who he was so he didn't think she was a creep.
"I was just sorting through student files and putting them in my filing cabinets in alphabetical order and I actually just put yours away." She stopped to take the manila folder with his name labeled on the tab out of the drawer and held it up to show him for evidence.
"I've been skimming through each folder in order to get to know a little back ground information on the students here while I've been setting up my office the last couple of days. There was a school photo of you in the folder from last year, so that's how I recognized you."
"Oh okay." Finn responded while being relieved that this new woman wasn't a stalker or any form of a creeper.
"Did you come in here to get your new lock and locker number?" Ms. Pillsbury questioned a now silent Finn.
"Oh uh, yeah I did actually. I kind of have to set up my locker before classes start so…" he prompted while he coyly rubbed the back of his neck.
"Okay let me just look that up in the computer for you."
Finn didn't realize he'd have to wait ten minutes before he could get a simple three digit locker number. He watched on as the red head carefully and obsessively wiped down the keyboard and every one of its crevasses along with the mouse.
"Okay here we go!" Ms. Pillsbury announced triumphantly as she clicked her way through the school files.
"Ah, right here." she stated as she clicked open Finn's electronic school file.
"Hudson, Finn: Biology 1, Algebra 2…"
"Oh I'm sorry, that's your schedule…" she apologized, being very embarrassed at the fact that she still didn't know how to run the school's system yet.
"It's cool." Finn said with a sheepish, understanding smile.
"Here we go. I think I actually got it this time." She paused to look at the new file and then added, "No wait, that's not it either." with a sigh.
She took a few more minutes before quietly shouting, "Oh I have it! For real this time!" She was so proud of herself.
"Okay it says here Finn…" her eyes narrowed as she read and Finn just glanced every which way around the room, attempting not to be awkward.
"Well we did have you as locker 217 in the east hall but it looks like there was a special request by Coach Sylvester that your locker be changed to number 165 in the west hall."
'That's weird. Why would Coach Sylvester change my locker? I didn't think she even knew my actual name. She always calls me neanderthal football player.' he thought to himself.
"Alright then." he said out loud, still wondering what that was about.
"Yes well, here's your locker combination." Ms. Pillsbury hastily scribbled down a three digit long string of numbers on a sticky pad, pulled off the paper, and slid it across her desk over to Finn.
"Um sweet, thanks." Finn smiled as he grabbed the sticky note and shoved it into his pocket.
He saw Ms. Pillsbury flinch a little as he finished pushing the now crumpled paper deeper into his pants pocket.
"Well uh, see you… well, when I need to I guess." Finn finished, stepping out of the office.
"Have a great first day Mr. Hudson, full of learning and making new friends!" she cheerfully called after him.
Finn chuckled softly and continued out.
He slowly made his way to his new locker in the west hall.
'Okay… number 165.' he said in his head as he counted the rows of lockers, each one increasing in number.
'161, 162, 163, 164, and… 165.'
"Aright, here I am."
He only had about another fifteen minutes until classes would start and he was praying he'd get to see Quinn before then.
'Math's totally gonna suck this year.' he thought to himself as he put a calculator and a notebook dedicated to math into the locker.
Only a few minutes had gone by before he heard her.
He could have sworn he heard Quinn's voice from around the corner so he decided to walk in that direction. He would have gone out around the corner but decided against it when he heard her continue to talk. He figured subtly peeking around the corner would suffice.
"Hey RePaul!" Quinn greeted Rachel Berry snidely.
Finn watched on as Quinn stood behind Rachel along with Santana and Brittany staring at Rachel applying make up to her face in her small locker mirror. Finn only noticed the tiny mirror because it was decorated in bright gold colored star stickers that just attracted your eyes.
"If you're trying to win a title at tranny prom there's no need to throw on make up; you could win with the face you wake up in the morning with." Quinn continued, trying to cut deep into Rachel's self esteem as the three Cheerios laughed.
"Please Quinn, if you don't have anything nice to say I'd prefer you don't say anything at all." Rachel responded, capping her lip gloss and shutting her locker.
"Is that okay?" Rachel asked.
Quinn didn't respond. She only stared the small brunette in front of her down.
"Quinn, is that fine?" Rachel repeated, hoping to elicit some sort of understanding response from what she has come to dub the 'Ice Queen.'
"You told me to not say anything if it wasn't nice and I truly don't have anything like that in my vocabulary for you." she assured, still looking down upon Rachel's shrinking figure.
"If you'd like my help I can give you an example compliment from me to you and then you can give one back." Rachel offered without any response from Quinn. Quinn just narrowed her eyes at Rachel.
"That is a lovely ring Quinn. Where did you get it?" she questioned as she noticed Quinn playing with the ring around her finger.
Quinn raised an eyebrow, not about to tell Stubbles about the gift from her boyfriend.
"That's none of your Y.B. Stubbles!" Quinn spat.
Rachel looked confused at the blonde's answer.
"That's means, your business Troll." Santana condescendingly explained.
Rachel opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out. She knew she'd lose against Quinn and the Holy Trinity so she simply closed her mouth, cast her eyes down to the ground, and walked away.
"That's what Y.B. meant?" Brittany asked. "I thought it meant yawning bunnies."
Quinn and Santana cast their 'really?' looks over to the other blonde before shaking their heads.
"I'll meet you guys later. I have to go to my locker." Quinn told the two girls before parting their separate ways.
By this time, Finn had walked back over to his new locker and began rummaging through it again.
"Hey." he heard someone say from next to him.
He looked over to see Quinn leaning against the next locker staring longingly up at him.
As much as he wanted to bring up how rude he thought she was to that Rachel Berry girl, he couldn't at the moment. She looked so beautiful that all he really wanted to do was kiss her.
"Hey!" he greeted back before he picked her up in his arms and spun them in a circle together while capturing her lips against his.
God he missed this. Spending a whole month with a bunch of dudes made him realize just how much he missed it.
When he finally put her down they were both all smiles.
"I missed you so much Finn." Quinn told him.
"I missed you too." he echoed while placing his hand on hers. "So you didn't meet anyone at cheer camp?" he wondered out loud.
"What?" Quinn asked, eyebrows strung together, taken back by his question.
"Never mind!"
"Okay…" she answered wearily.
She temporarily let go of his hand to open her locker to get some stuff for her first class.
"Oh so you're locker's right next to mine. How lucky was that?" Finn commented as he watched his girlfriend fiddle with the lock then swing open the metal door.
"Well I wouldn't exactly call it luck."
Finn bunched his eyebrows in confusion.
"I asked Coach Sue to do me a favor since I made head cheerleader. I asked for our lockers to be right next to each other and she pulled some strings since she's a very persuasive woman." she explained.
"Okay so one: that explains the weird change in my locker which I'm totally liking by the way," he paused to give her a quick kiss on her cheek to thank her which she gladly accepted. "And two: you made head Cheerio?" he asked excitedly, wanting confirmation again.
"Yeah!" Quinn repeated.
"That's so great babe!" he congratulated and hugged her. "I'm so proud of you, that's amazing and quite the accomplishment."
"Hey, what about you? I heard you were already starting again this year as the team's official quarterback. Now you get a back up. I'm so proud of you!" she returned, poking him in the chest.
She pulled his face down to meet hers as they kissed for a good few minutes before they had to come up for air, and the fact the bell was going to ring soon.
Finn looked up to the clock mounted in the hallway to confirm the time. Yeah, they needed to get to class soon.
"So what's your first class? I'll walk you if you want." He asked.
Quinn pulled out a piece of paper from her locker and scanned her eyes over it. "I have U.S. History first." she answered.
"Alright then let's go there first." He intertwined their fingers together as they walked down the hall, all eyes on the King and Queen of McKinley.
"So what's your first period?" Quinn questioned her boyfriend as they walked.
"Oh um," Finn had to pull the paper out of his pocket. He looked down and said, "It looks like I have Algebra 2 first… that sucks."
"Aww, it'll be fine." Quinn assured him. She thought the pouty look on his face was too cute.
"Right…" he drawled before asking, "Do we have any periods together?"
Quinn pulled out her schedule again and held it next to Finn's so she could examine them both side by side.
"Looks like we have Biology together sixth period." she noted. "That was the first class we had together, the absolute first. Well a science class at least."
"It was the class I was so happy to be in because you were in it. It was our science class we had right after the first time I met you." he told her sweetly.
"I know. I remember." she responded, locking her gaze on him.
They had just reached Quinn's class door when they finished talking.
"So I guess I'll see you sixth?" he asked.
"I guess so... and lunch." she answered with her famous sweet smile. It was the one that always made him melt.
"Alright, sounds good. See you then." he agreed and gently pulled her chin up so her lips could meet his and they shared one last kiss before heading off in their different directions.
He had just made it to his first period class right before the bell rang. He would have been late but he used those speed training exercises that they ran in football camp to his advantage and booked it across the school from Quinn's class to his.
"Ooh almost late on your first day Mr…." the teacher had to look down at his attendance sheet on his clip board to figure out who Finn was. His name was clearly going to be the only one not checked off because he assumed that the teacher had already taken attendance.
"Ah, hear we are. Mr. Hudson." the teacher said, pointing at the name, Finn Hudson, on the sheet.
"Just Finn's cool." he offered to which he earned a disapproving smile.
"Why don't you take a seat, Finn so we can get started." he instructed as he turned to write his name on the white board.
Finn quickly scanned the room for any open seats, and hopefully some friends in this class. It was math and hell, he was going to need friends in here.
He glanced around the room and found some familiar faces. He saw Puck who was unfortunately already sitting next to some girl and Matt and Mike, who were already sharing a table.
'Damn!' Finn thought. 'Gotta get here earlier next time. Note to self, write that down on your little white board in your locker.'
He finished looking around the room and found only one seat open. He made his way to the empty chair to sit at a table with some girl at it.
It was only when he got there and sat down did he realize it was that Rachel Berry girl that Quinn was talking to. Then he remembered how mean his girlfriend was to the girl.
He scooted in his chair towards the table and looked over at her. He smiled a friendly smile which Rachel awkwardly returned. He wondered why she wasn't expecting that. He then figured she probably didn't even expect eye contact with him.
"So I'm uh, I'm sorry that I took this seat. I hope you weren't saving it for anyone." he started as the teacher began to speak.
"Oh no that's fine. I- I wasn't." she responded to him. Was she nervous to talk to him or something or was she just like Tina Cohen-Chang whose been stuttering since like sixth grade when he met her.
"I'm Rachel by the way. Rachel Berry." she said holding out her hand over the table.
Finn started to extend his hand when he was interrupted by the teacher.
"So Mr. Finn Hudson. First you're practically late to my class then you insist on talking while I'm talking?" he questioned Finn.
"No, I'm sorry Mr.-" Finn moved closer in the direction of Rachel so he could see around the teacher's body to read his name off the board, and he was almost sure he heard her sniff him. "Mr. Cooper. Please, continue." he prompted, getting a big rise out of the class who all laughed at Finn's cocky response and earning him some grumbling from Mr. Cooper who turned back around to the board.
Oh yeah, he had already made an enemy out of a teacher on his first day back at school.
"Sorry, I'm Finn Hudson but I guess Mr. Cooper already introduced myself for me." He smiled and held out his hand to shake hers, planning on ignoring the fact that the girl could have potentially smelled him.
"I know." she assured him to which he raised an eyebrow in response. "I mean, you're our football team's quarterback and you're like, the most popular guy in school."
"Oh, uh, yeah I guess, but I don't really like to go by too many labels." he whispered back, trying to not get yelled at again.
"Wow, you are like the first popular person I have ever heard that from. I would have assumed that you and probably others like Quinn Fabray would be the last to admit to something like that."
His attention got more into the conversation at the mention of his girlfriend's name.
"Sorry what?" he asked so she would repeat herself.
"Well I mean, you must obviously be friends with Quinn Fabray. She's the most popular girl and you're the most popular guy. You know, head cheer leader and quarterback?"
"Right." he said. "Yeah I do know her. Actually, I know her pretty well. She's my girlfriend." he revealed to the small girl.
He felt bad after admitting it, not because he felt bad that Quinn was his girlfriend because he was obviously siked about that, but he felt bad because he could tell Rachel's sweet, cheery mood dropped a few notches.
"Oh." she responded, both eyebrows raised, forcing lines into her forehead. "I suppose I should have known that. The two most popular kids in school would obviously be an item. You guys are the royalty of this school."
"Well I don't know about that." Finn tried to reason.
"Please Finn, I've seen the way people part the halls for Puck and Santana when they walk down them together and they aren't even as popular as you and Quinn so I can just imagine how kids must part like the Red Sea for the two of you."
Finn had to think about that. Yep, he was pretty sure that's what happened exactly just before this class as he walked her to hers.
Now he felt extremely bad for Rachel. "Listen I- I heard Quinn talking to you this morning at your locker."
Rachel looked at him confused which made him continue.
"Well, I was kind of, I don't know, eavesdropping. I mean, I didn't purposely go over to eavesdrop on your conversation but I heard Quinn and I was really excited to see her but I just stopped myself before going there." he confessed to an upset Rachel.
"I am really sorry. I didn't think Quinn could ever act like that. She's always so sweet and-" he went into detail before Rachel interrupted.
"Listen, I'll just cut you off there. Don't worry about it. I'm used it. All the Cheerios can be well, for lack of a better word, bitches."
Finn let out a quiet chuckle at Rachel's comment. Even though he was popular, he knew where she was coming from. He knew for fact who the bitches were, example: Santana.
"I guess they can be." he agreed with a smile which made her smile back.
"Miss Berry! Mr. Hudson! Please stop talking or I will be forced to kick you out of my class!" Mr. Cooper shouted. The kids in the class were pretty sure he could be heard down the hall and in other rooms; that's how loud he was.
Finn had to suppress a laughing smile and he watched the teacher get flustered and turn back to reading something. He looked over at Rachel who did the same and he had to put his head down in order to stop himself from bursting into laughter.
A few minutes later he felt something hit the back of his head. He turned around in his chair to find a piece of paper folded into the shape of a football. He automatically knew it was from Puck because the football shaped notes were their thing.
He scooped up the note from the floor, unfolded it, and looked at the note.
He read it out loud, well, because he was Finn. "I'm Finn Hudson and I want to get kicked out of class? Really dude?" he turned around to ask but as soon as he turned around he found his friend laughing then all of a sudden stop and look behind where Finn sat. Finn turned back around to see what Puck had been looking at but he wish he hadn't.
There was Mr. Cooper, standing right in front of his table, pulling the note out of Finn's hand.
"Out Mr. Hudson!"
"But there's only like ten minutes left of class."
"Now."
"But he didn't do anything Mr. Cooper." Rachel tried to defend but it was in vain.
Along with Finn, Rachel was also kicked out.
"Sorry for getting you kicked out." he apologized as they sat down on a bench in the hallway.
"You apologize way too much." Rachel joked.
"It's just when I feel especially bad." he informed her.
"It's fine, really. You don't need to apologize for Quinn and you don't need to apologize for that. I brought that one on myself."
Finn just smiled at her and wondered how Quinn could ever be this mean to Rachel. She wasn't even that bad. Even though she seemed like she knew too much about what happens in this school and the fact that he was pretty sure she did sniff him, she could grow on him. She seemed like a nice enough person.
Farther down the hall near the girls' bathroom, Quinn was walking the halls trying to find a clean bathroom to use in the entire school.
"Why does every bathroom in the damn school have to be so gross? I mean, the girls' bathroom is just dirty. It makes me not even want to think about how bad the boys' bathroom is." she quietly said to herself as she scoured the halls.
Then she saw them sitting on a bench outside of Finn's math class. 'Oh my god, Finn's with that, that thing.' she thought to herself.
"What the hell?" she asked herself as she moved a little closer to where they were, but trying to stay far enough away to not be spotted.
She couldn't hear what they were talking about but the expression on their faces were as clear as day. Finn was smiling his goofy grin and Rachel was smiling right back, trying to eat it up.
'Wow, this school year's going to be just peachy.' she thought sarcastically.
"You thought things are bad now? I'm going to make your existence at this school a living hell. Rachel Berry, you just made yourself a full on enemy."
Not wanting to see more, Quinn stalked back to her class.
By the time lunch rolled around, Finn was absolutely dying from starvation, well maybe not that bad, but he was super hungry. He hadn't eaten breakfast this morning so he could save time and specifically get here early to see Quinn.
After grabbing a sandwich and a juice, Finn made his way to the table full of football players and Cheerios which he now, thanks to Rachel Berry, knew as the popular table. He had never really thought about it that way before though. It was just the table all of his friends sat at.
As he walked, he noticed Rachel at a lunch table in the corner of the cafeteria with Tina Cohen-Chang, Mercedes Jones, and that Kurt Hummel kid who he didn't know too well but he was pretty sure that Kurt was only there to hang out with Mercedes, McKinley's resident Diva.
He would have liked to invite them to sit at his table but that wasn't his call and he was pretty sure that it would never be allowed by the others. He thought about the possibility of sitting with them but then he remembered his friends telling him last year that, that type of stuff was considered, 'social suicide.'
So instead, he stuck with the latter and just plopped down between his friend Matt Rutherford and Quinn.
"Hey you." Quinn greeted Finn before giving him a lingering kiss which she made sure she timed right so Rachel Berry would see. The girl had to know who Finn belonged to.
"Hey to you too." he responded after the kiss.
"So how were your first few periods?" she questioned, rubbing her hand up and down his arm.
"I guess they were okay. I did get kicked out math this morning though." he admitted, glaring at Puck across the table who shrugged and laughed in response.
"Quinn you totally should have been there! I made Finn look like an idiot!" Puck filled in to the whole table.
Finn really wanted to get up and hit Puck but he restrained himself from doing anything worse on his first day.
"You aren't an idiot." Quinn promised him while she now played with his hands.
"So what did you do after getting kicked out of class Finn?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, did that girl that was totally sniffing you follow you around?" Matt added.
'Aha! So she was sniffing me! I don't know why I don't find that more creepy.'
"Yeah I kind of wanted to talk to you about that Finn." Quinn said, now averting his attention back onto her.
"What about it?" Finn asked nervously.
"I saw you in the hallway with her sitting on a bench, you know, smiling and having a good time." she filled him in solemnly, which was her fake sadness routine. She needed Finn to feel bad.
"I know where this is going and I'm just telling you that you don't need to be worried about anything. I worked too hard to be with you to throw it away on some girl I barely know. I want to be with you and that's that. I'm yours, just don't forget it." he assured her while pointing to the ring that Quinn sported on her finger.
"Besides, I wouldn't give that ring to just anyone you know. It was my mom's and she got it from my dad. A girl has to mean a lot to me in order to get that."
She smiled at him, forgetting the point why she even brought this all up which was Rachel, but it didn't matter to her. She had Finn and he was just too great of a guy to do anything to her like hurt her.
She nodded her head at him and he rested their foreheads together before planting a kiss on her head.
"Barf! No mushy-gushy stuff while I'm eating." Santana demanded.
They laughed and continued their lunch, Rachel a past memory in both of their minds.
The day was almost over when it was time for sixth period. Finn and Quinn strolled into biology hand in hand and grabbed a lab bench together.
Quinn was pretty happy until she watched Rachel walk through the door. Quinn knew as soon as Rachel walked into the room she could feel Quinn's stare, to which she purposely sat at a bench across the room.
'Fantastic! The one class I was actually excited about is going to be ruined by Berry. This is supposed to mine and Finn's class.' she thought.
Finn noticed Rachel walk in too so he smiled quickly to her before turning his attention back onto his girlfriend.
"I don't care that she's in this class. I'm here with you." he told her.
After that class, the rest of the day flew by for Finn and before he knew it, he was already at his first football practice of the year.
Practice had gone pretty well. He practiced on his passes and they ran a scrimmage, Finn's team winning of course. It was even pretty good because he got to watch the Cheerios practice which meant he got to watch Quinn.
"Oh come on! Not this again!" he at one point heard Coach Sylvester yell through her megaphone when she noticed Finn and Quinn looking at one another.
Finn was just walking back into the locker room after taking a few extra laps around the field when he ran into Puck. It was actually good that Puck was running late because Finn wanted to talk to him.
"Hey bro." Finn greeted.
"Look, if you're hear to yell at me or be pissed I just-"
Finn cut him off. "No don't worry. We're good. I mean come on, you're my brother from another mother, how can I be mad at you." He held out his fist waiting for Puck to return the gesture and pound it.
He did and they continued to talk. "So I actually came over to talk about Quinn."
"What about her?" Puck probed.
"Well, do you think she's, I don't know, a little… different?"
"By different you mean?"
"I mean like, changed. Like her attitude or just the way she acts. Maybe it's just me but I feel like she's gotten, well, meaner." Finn concluded.
"I guess that's just what cheer camp does to you, well that, and a mixture of becoming the head honcho."
Finn stared blankly at his friend, apparently not getting it.
"You know, top dog, big cheese, numero uno?" he tried to clarify by giving more examples, but to no avail.
"What?" Finn was really confused.
"Jesus Finn! I meant head cheerleader!"
"Ohhh…" he said slowly, finally getting it.
"I could totally make a, 'you're slow' joke but I won't because I already got you in trouble today and adding insult to injury would just be cruel."
"Wait, why do you think it was cheer camp?" Finn wondered.
"Well, not exactly cheer camp. More like, the Sue Sylvester transformation experience. That's what I'm calling it." Puck smiled, thinking he came up with the best name ever.
"And how do you know that?"
"Umm hello? Earth to Finn! I'm dating Santana and we have had the, 'what she knows I know' talk before." he stressed.
"Okay, okay." Finn agreed.
"Listen dude, as much as I'd love to stay here and listen to your girlfriend deal, I really have to go. I've got something to do and if you haven't noticed we're the only ones left in the locker room."
Finn looked around quickly to find that what Puck was saying was true. "Okay go ahead."
"You're not leaving?" Puck asked as he started to walk out.
"No not yet. I have to take a shower. I'm meeting up with Quinn later tonight so I'm pretty sure she'd be pissed if I showed up gross and smelly."
"Alright bro. I guess I'll catch you later then."
"See ya!" Finn called back.
Finn stripped down and hurried up into the showers. He only had a couple hours before he had to meet Quinn and he had to do some stuff around his house for his mom before then so he wanted to be in and out of here fast.
Finn thought it was strange but the thing that made time go by quicker for him was singing. He loved to sing but he mostly did it in his shower at home. No one knew he could sing, well, besides his mom. That's why he never did it here but since there wasn't anyone left in the locker room he figured, what the hell?
The first song that popped into his head was "Can't Fight This Feeling" by REO Speedwagon. He first heard that song when he was about 11 during the summer when his mom was seeing this guy named Darren who worked for this lawn service called Emerald Dreams. He used to let Finn help him out with, well, literally spray painting the grass green. Yeah, those were good times.
This was one of the many songs they'd sing together but this one just stuck out to him.
He was alone so why not belt it.
I cant fight this feeling any longer
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow
What started out as friendship, has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength to let it show
And even as I wander
I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winters night
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might
And I cant fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
Its time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars
Baby, I cant fight this feeling anymore
Finn was actually getting into this now. He had himself playing the air drums and was dancing around in the small shower at school (his dancing was just moving his feet around). He never thought he would ever do this but it felt good.
My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you
I've been running round in circles in my mind
And it always seems that I'm following you, girl
Cause you take me to the places that alone Id never find
And even as I wander I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winters night
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might
As he was about to belt out the last parts of the song, Finn could have sworn he heard someone come into the locker room. Every sound he heard was muffled by the water that would flow over his ears so he wasn't exactly sure if he could believe himself hearing something. It sounded like a locker door shutting and this he thought he heard the locker room door close so he just continued to sing.
And I cant fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
Its time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever
Cause I cant fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crashing through your door
Baby, I cant fight this feeling anymore.
As he was heading out of the school to walk home, he was stopped by someone. He whipped around quickly to see who had grabbed onto his shoulder. It made him jump a little because he didn't even hear them coming. He had been blasting music on his iPod so it was a surprise sneak attack on him.
"Mr. Schuester?" Finn asked surprised to see his Spanish teacher behind him.
'Hey there Finn. Do you think I could talk to you in my room before you leave?" he questioned, nodding in the direction of the Spanish room a few doors down.
"Could it wait Mr. Schue? I kind of have to get home and do some stuff before I go out with my girlfriend tonight." he suggested.
"I'm afraid not. It's very important Finn." Mr. Schue persisted.
Finn just numbly nodded and followed the teacher into his room.
"Listen, I'm just going to be straight forward with you…Do you want to tell me how long you've had a drug problem?" he asked sternly while sliding a small brown pouch with the words 'Chronic Lady' labeled on the front towards Finn.
Finn was immediately taken back.
"I- I don't even know who the 'Chronic Lady' is!"
"Look, if it were up to me, we wouldn't have mandatory bi-weekly locker checks."
"I've never seen that before Mr. Schue I swear, it's not mine! I'll pee in a cup!" he told him in desperation.
For a second Mr. Schue didn't answer so Finn felt obligated to say, "I'll pee" again.
"Look it wouldn't make any difference. Possession is eight-tenths of the law and I'm pretty sure that much pot is a felony." he informed Finn pointing down at the pouch while Finn got flustered.
"Yeah, you'll get kicked out of school; you'll lose your football scholarship…"
Finn cut Mr. Schue off. "Wait, I- I had a football scholarship? To where?"
"You could land in prison son!" Mr. Schue pulled out the big guns at the fear of losing Finn to a distraction such as football.
"Please, please don't tell my mom!" he asked in desperation once more.
"I see a lot of myself in you Finn… I know what it's like to struggle to make good life choices… and I don't want to see you throw away everything you have to offer to the world….I just expected more out of you Finn." Oh yeah, that was playing the guilt card alright. Maybe he should have invested in Broadway.
"You have two options here," he started. "I'm running detention now so you can do six weeks after school but, that's going to remain on your permanent record."
"What's the other option Mr. Schue?"
I just want to say, this is probably one of my favorite chapters I wrote and I hope it will be everyone's favorite chapter to read. Please leave reviews, especially since this is the last chapter and I will no longer be writing anymore for this story so if you haven't left a review yet, now is your only chance. Also, I'm obviously going to continue writing because I find it quite enjoyable but I'm not sure what I'll write yet. Possibly a Mongron fic? Or maybe a fic with Quinn and an OC. I'm leaning more towards Mongron at the moment but who knows. Leave your choice in the reviews and I will take every idea into consideration. Thank you so much!