DISCLAIMER: I neither own Glee nor the characters. They are the property of Ryan Murphy and FOX. This is purely for fun. Enjoy! :)

A/N: Voila! Welcome to my new story. The title is "La Vie Sans Glee" which means "Life Without Glee."

La Vie Sans Glee

Chapter One: Wishful Thinking

"I don't know mom, okay?" Finn tried to keep the overwhelming annoyance he felt out of his voice, but he failed miserably. He noticed the hurt look in his mother's eyes but felt no remorse. "I doubt it." He turned around on his bed and buried his face in a pillow.

"But you haven't gone all week, and Mr. Schuester called last night. He's worried about you." She gave Finn her own worried look from the hallway. "Look honey, it's been almost a week since Sectionals. I think you should go today. It might make you feel better."

He scoffed and closed the door, tuning out his mother and her pleas for him to go back to glee. He didn't care. He never wanted to go back. Glee had ruined his life.

It had been a rough few days for Finn. He'd found out the truth about the baby the day before Sectionals, and he'd been hiding away in his room ever since. He still went to school and now that basketball had started he had another distraction, but he hadn't stepped foot in the choir room since Monday. He hadn't even talked to his other teammates. He made no effort to be friendly. He wanted to be left alone.

He was miserable. It felt like there was a hole in his chest where his heart should have been. He felt empty. He couldn't summon up the energy to care about anything. He was angry and violent. He wanted to lash out at anything and everything. He couldn't even have a conversation with his own mother without getting her upset.

It had all started on Monday, after they had performed their special song for Mr. Schuester. He was surprised he even remembered how to smile for their performance. Even while he was dancing he wanted to run across the choir room and beat Puck to a bloody oblivion. Afterwards, he had wanted nothing but to escape. But Quinn had pulled him aside to talk. He was still furious, but he'd needed answers. He needed to know the truth.

He'd asked her why she had cheated on him in the first place. She said she'd had a few wine coolers and felt bad about herself.

"Why would you have felt bad about yourself? You had everything, Quinn! What else did you need?" She had the decency to look ashamed.

"I was jealous of all the time you were spending in glee club. I hated seeing you dance with Rachel."

He was stunned.

She had ruined his life over the glee club.

That had been the last straw.

He could deal with the slushie facials. He could even deal with the name-calling and the loss of popularity. But the fact that someone he'd trusted had tried to sabotage his life over the glee club. . .was unforgivable.

So he was done. Just like he'd said before Sectionals. He was done with glee and everyone in it.

Even Rachel. She was a reminder of what had caused all the pain in the first place. Spending time with her was what caused Quinn to find comfort in the Puck's bed.

The damn glee club.

He never should have joined that stupid club! He should have just taken the detentions from Mr. Schuester, and he would have been done with it. Now he was as much a loser around school as anyone else in the club. He'd been fooled by his girlfriend, tricked by his best friend, and lied to by his teammates. No one was giving him the time of day lately. But he still got plenty of slushie facials.

After a few days of reflection, something he'd never done until now, he realized something. This was all because of glee. Everything in his life had been peachy until he joined the show choir.

He would still be popular. He wouldn't want to murder Puck every second of the day. He and Quinn would still be together. And she would not be pregnant.

Glee had been the cause to all his problems.

Part of him wished he'd never joined glee club.

He crawled out of bed. School was going to be another day of torture. There was a glee rehearsal that afternoon, and he was sure Rachel was going to try and talk him into going again. And he will probably wind up saying something that will make her upset again.

He got into his car to drive to school and when he got there, there were no empty spaces in the lot. He had to park across the street.

He walked into school and right away someone threw a cup of iced coffee over his head. Perfect. He tried to change in the locker room and someone had broken into his locker and wrote "PUSSY" in big letters on the inside. He slammed his gym locker shut and stayed in the sticky clothes all day, not caring at all. He felt a murderous rage course through him all afternoon, and he stared daggers at everyone in the halls. Anyone who came up to him that day got nothing but nasty looks and snarls.

There was only one person who was able to get him to have a conversation all day. Rachel followed him out of Spanish class after the bell rang. He knew she was following him, but he didn't acknowledge her. When he looked at her, he thought of glee. And when he thought of glee, he thought of betrayal. Sure, she might have been the one to tell him the truth, but she was still a part of the group who had ruined his life.

She followed him out of the school, even though he had been positive she would be going to glee. She wouldn't give up on him, no matter how hard he tried to push her away. He knew she liked him. There was a part of him that really liked her, too. But he didn't even feel like that part of him existed anymore. He was so filled with anger, he forgot what nice emotions felt like. He was too volatile and too angry to even think about those things. He turned on her, furious and annoyed. Didn't she realize he just wanted to be left alone?

"What, Rachel?" His tone was clipped, and she stopped dead in her tracks. She frowned, looking intimidated by his body language and tone, but gathered up her courage and searched for something in her bag.

"I have something for you, Finn. It's the sheet music we've been working on since Sectionals. So when you come back, you won't be behind." She held out a light blue folder with gold stars on it. "Here, take it."

"I don't want it!" She was startled but held her head up high. He guessed she was used to his surly attitude now.

"But, Finn, we're in competition with Vocal Adrenaline now. We can't slack at all or else. . . "

He cut her off. "I'm not coming back to glee, Rachel. I said I was done with it and I meant it."

She started to shake her head. "You don't mean that, Finn. You're still upset." NO SHIT!

"Yeah, I am upset, Rachel. And I do mean it. I quit." He noticed tears fill her eyes and he couldn't deal with her emotion. He was too overwhelmed with his own crappy life to deal with her tears.

"But, why?" This simple question made him snap.

"Because glee is the reason my life is a joke! Quinn told me she cheated on me because of glee club and the time I spent there. My life was ruined over the stupid show-choir!" He saw her wince when he called glee stupid, but he didn't care. "Sometimes I wish I had never joined glee. I have a feeling things would be a hell of a lot better."

She shook her head. "You shouldn't say those things, Finn. We never would have been friends without glee!"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever." The tears started to fall freely from her face. He'd hurt her again and couldn't summon up the emotion to care. He started to walk away towards his car. As he was crossing the street, he heard Rachel scream his name frantically. He turned around and noticed a mail truck speeding down the road, feet away from his body. He saw Rachel's scared face out of the corner of his eye.

And then, nothing.

He opened his eyes and immediately thought he was dead. The light in front of him was so bright it was hurting his eyes. Was this heaven? God, please don't let it be hell! He realized then that he was in pain, which meant he couldn't be dead.

Unless he was a zombie!

He lifted up his head and moved his arms and legs. He wasn't dead! He was alive! But how?

He had been run over by a car! And not just any car, a mail-truck. It must have been karma. He had once run over a mailman; now a mailman had run him over.

"Finn? Finn are you okay?" He looked up and he saw Puck and a crowd of his friends huddled around him in front of the school. Puck reached a hand out to lift him off of the ground. Finn jumped to his feet as fast as he could, brushing aside the gesture.

"Stay the hell away from me, Puckerman." He spit out the name like it was venom. Puck's eyebrows raised in shock.

"Dude, what the hell? That mailman almost smashed you into a million pieces, not me!" He raised his hands in defense. Finn wanted to crush his dumb face in the palms of his hands.

"What the hell just happened? Why aren't you with Quinn at glee?" He had seen him with her right before Rachel followed him out of the school, walking towards the choir room.

Puck looked at him with a strange mix of humor, shock and horror. "Are you sure that mail truck didn't smash your head in, bro? Quinn, your Quinn, is at Cheerios, like she always is on a Friday afternoon. And glee club? Did you just imply that I was in the glee club? Did you smoke the weed I left at your house left week? I told you to stash it for me-- my mom's been checking my room!"

Finn stood in front of Puck with his mouth gaping open. What the hell was going on? "The truck didn't hit me?"

"No, I pulled you out of the way. You're really lucky I was there, Finn." He could have sworn it was Rachel who had warned him about the truck. Wait, hadn't Rachel just been here? Had she left for glee already without checking if he was okay?

"Have you seen Rachel? She was right here a minute ago." He was too confused to be angry anymore. What Puck was saying didn't make sense at all. . .

"Dude, Rachel who?

It was Finn's turn to look at Puck like he was an idiot. What did he mean Rachel who?

"Rachel Berry." Puck still looked confused. "Rachel, Puck. From glee club."

Puck looked annoyed now. "Dude, what are you talking about. Our school doesn't even have a glee club!"

He was completely still, he didn't even think he was breathing.

"But, Mr. Schuester had asked me, months ago, to be in the glee club." His confusion was evident in his tone and Puck finally looked like he'd remembered something.

"Oh yeah, you told me about that. He'd asked you to do either six weeks of detention or join the glee club to make up for something, and you took the detention. Good choice, man. Glee club is lame. It's like, as lame as you can get." Finn tried to let this sink in, but he was completely flabbergasted. "But it doesn't matter though. It's not like the guy even works here anymore."

"What?"

"Yeah, he left to be an accountant or some shit. Hasta la vista, baby."

Finn stood in front of the school, unable to fully grasp the situation he was in. It was impossible! This couldn't be happening. This wasn't real!

He had never joined glee club.

Mr. Schuester had never been inspired to stay with New Directions and was now gone.

Maybe he really was dead.

He looked at Puck and tried to accept the idea that he'd somehow been thrown into a different world or something! That truck had hit him and sent him into another dimension!

He felt happiness flow through him like a drug coursing through his veins. He'd gotten his wish! He'd never joined New Directions!

This was amazing!

He hugged Puck, unable to hide his unbridled joy. Before he could register his reaction, he ran to his car. He had to go home and make sure this was real. It could be a dream, maybe. He pinched himself. Yup, it hurt. Not a dream.

He pulled up in front of his house and ran inside. His mother was in the kitchen, and he ran up to her and placed a hand on each shoulder. Her eyes shot wide open in surprise and he started to throw a million different questions at her.

"Am I your son?"

She looked shocked. "Yes, Finn, what's going on?"

"Am I on the football team?"

Her shock changed to confusion. "Yes, honey. . .why. . ."

"Basketball?"

"Yeah. . ."

"Glee club?"

His mother looked at him like he was a stranger. "Glee club? No. I didn't even know you liked to sing."

He was floored. He'd been singing non-stop for the past few months before Sectionals, and now his mother was telling him she'd had no idea he liked to sing! It was like the past four months never even happened!

"Who is my girlfriend?"

"Quinn Fabray. Did you hit your head or something?"

"Is she pregnant?" She looked about ready to explode in frustration.

"SHE BETTER NOT BE!"

"Never mind, never mind. And what about Puck?"

"He's been your best friend since Cub Scouts. Finn, what happened?"

He pulled his mother in for a hug. He'd hadn't been this happy in weeks. Maybe months.

"A bad dream, Mom. I had a really, really, bad dream."

Salut mes amis!

Yeah, I know Finn is a big asshole in this chapter, but he will suffer greatly when he realizes how different life is without glee!

Until Next Time. . .*sings* Don't Stop. . . Reviewing!

Merci Mille Fois

The Minsk