Title: The Triad

Author: Spider

Pairing, Character(s): The Hudmels. All five of them.

Rating: Er... PG-13 for death and blood and a mention of naked boobies?

Warnings: Character death? Character not-death? Severe AU?

Spoilers: Burt's storyline from the back 9

Disclaimer: DEFINITELY not mine.

Summary: Finn has the perfect life, except for a little problem with dreams...

Notes: Um... don't ask where this came from? My beta described it as a mindfuck, but in a good way. Warning: the ending of this fic will not be a satisfactory resolution. I can promise you that now.

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THE TRIAD

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"Don't stop!"

The audience burst into wild applause as the Triad nailed the last notes of their song, an original hit called Don't Stop Believing. Finn Hudson raised his drumsticks high, grinning madly at the cheers. Oh yeah. This was the stuff he had dreamed of as a kid. Noah "Puck" Puckerman and William "Mr. Schu" Schuester grinned back at him. They were the Triad, the hottest young band this side of the world, and they were being interviewed by one gorgeous supermodel, Iris, on The Iris Show.

Iris was clapping and smiling along with the audience as she invited the three to take their seats on her couch, welcoming them to her show and launching into the interview proper. The Triad were excited about their upcoming album release, Third Time's the Charm and their upcoming international tour. Puck flirted outrageously with Iris while Mr. Schu recounted how they had joined up when Puck and Finn were in high school, and Mr. Schu was their Spanish teacher, barely five years older than they were. Band success was much better than teacher success, though, and Mr. Schu had left his educatory roots behind for a life of fame and fortune.

"And, Finn, we hear that you've got an exciting party planned!" Iris clasped her hands together, leaning toward him. "Can you give us any details? What's the big surprise?"

"Well," Finn said, his eyes sparkling, "a couple months back, I asked my girlfriend to marry me."

"This would be Rinn Faberry, America's favorite Broadway starlet?" Iris clarified.

Finn nodded. "Yep. Rinn Faberry, the hottest girl in the world." The audience gave a hearty laugh at that. They were just eating up everything Finn had to say. "She did say yes-"

"Because we were all so worried she wouldn't," Puck interrupted with a roll of his eyes. The audience tittered again, and Finn jostled him good-naturedly.

"And the wedding is in just a few more days! We're both really excited; can't wait to start a family."

Rinn Faberry. She had ruled the halls of McKinley High when they attended together, one flash of her dark brown eyes capable of stunning a guy at fifty paces. Half the school had followed drooling after her blonde Cheerios ponytail, but only Finn Hudson had found his place in her heart. After a year of being good friends (he was the QB on the best team in the country, she was head cheerleader on the best squad in the country), they had started dating. Their combination of voices and dance moves had won their Glee Club National championships three years in a row, and Rinn had quickly become a rising star in New York City after graduation. Finn, Puck, and Mr. Schu could only follow her light, forming a rock band and finding their own fame.

And now she was going to marry him. Finn could hardly believe his luck as he came home that evening, letting himself into his massive apartment only to find that Rinn had made a five-course meal for their dinner—and he could smell the fresh cookies in the oven. "Welcome home, baby," Rinn said, greeting Finn with a deep kiss. "I thought we could have a light meal tonight, and then some time to reconnect after dinner..." She was looking especially gorgeous in that figure-flattering black dress, the candlelight setting her blonde hair aglow. When she looked like this, he could hardly even tell that she was only an A-cup, her small boobs the constant bane of her existence.

"Sounds great," Finn said, sliding his arms around Rinn's waist. "Delicious. I can't wait..."