"Dude, shut up." Finn said as he punched Puck in the arm as they walked to their cars after football practice.
"Come on, Finn. Have a sense of humor. Puck retaliated with a chuckle which just made Finn sigh and shake his head.
"Whatever, Puck." Fin went to the driver's side of his car and climbed into it. Just as he started backing out of his parking spot, he saw a fire-truck race down the street, all sirens blaring. Finn was curious about where the fire was but he just shrugged it off and didn't really think anything further. He drove out of the parking lot and towards the house he shared with his mom, Burt and Kurt. He was a couple streets away when he saw smoke rising from his neighborhood. Finn started to think,
"That fire-truck was going down the street towards my neighborhood, and it was going really fast," then he looked up as he got to his street, it looked like it was his house on fire.
"Oh God, no!"
He sped down the street and towards his home. When he reached the block he lived on, Fin's worst fears were realized, his home was engulfed in a blaze. He quickly parked his car and ran over to his mom and Burt.
"Mom!" Finn yelled. Carole looked at her son with tears in her eyes. "What happened?" Finn looked at Burt who answered, "One of the electrical outlets sparked and the curtains ended up catching on fire. Your mom and I were in the kitchen, the fire started in the living room so we didn't catch it quick enough." Finn sighed and hugged his mom who hugged him back tightly. Finn looked around, he noticed someone was missing, he looked at his mom, "Mom, where's Kurt?"
Just then a scream pierced the air, "HELP! PLEASE!" Finn and Burt's eyes went wide, both of them starting running to the house at full speed. The firemen present grabbed a hold of Burt and held him back, but when they tried to grab Finn, him being the football player he was, he just barreled past them into the flaming building.