A/N The first paragraph mainly talks about Finn, his death, where Rachel went, and the things he did for his son before he died. Enjoy!
Nicholas Hudson wasn't scared easy. That was one thing he had inherited from his mother, the Rachel Hudson, NYADA alumni and Broadway star (in her own words, though it was true). But, William McKinley High School scared was where his father had quarterbacked and his mother rocked the stage. instantly Where they won Nationals, met their best friends, fell in love with each other. And, now it was his turn to see what William McKinley High School had in the cards for him. His mother had decided that she was finally ready to move back to Lima. Ready to start her life over. She left as soon as Finn died in a car crash, alongside his one of his best friends Rory Flanagan. Nick never knew either of them, just that Rory, an Irish transfer from when his father was in high school, was one of Finn's groomsmen at the wedding. And that Nick and Finn were so much alike. Finn's death had been sudden, during the third month of Rachel's pregnancy. It was a clear night and Rory and Finn had wanted to get home. They had formed a band and found a record label quickly. The band had been their friend Sam Evans on lead guitar and singing lead half the time while Finn, who usually played drums, also sang the other lead vocals, while Noah Puckerman, of course, was on guitar and Rory played guitar and bass. The four were at a recording studio two hours away from Lima late one night when they knew they had to head home. Rory had been living with Finn and Rachel, while Sam and Noah lived together. Finn and Rory wished their friends a good night and climbed into Finn's car, driving home. But, how were they to know there was a drunk semi-truck driver barreling towards them? The collision was heard miles away, which was followed by an explosion due to the gas the semi was transporting. There were no survivors. Rachel was crushed, selling the home they all three shared and moving to Orlando, Florida. The only things she kept were Rory's favorite guitar and bass and Finn`s old letterman jacket. And the moose Puck bought for Finn and Rachel's unborn child as soon as he found out, being excited about his new goddaughter or son. The green moose made Rachel laugh when she saw it, but she loved it more than anything. Nicholas was born October 16. Rachel knew one day she would have to take her son to Lima. She knew that it would mean the world to him to see where his mother and father grew up, met, and fell in love. He would laugh at all the stories of his father and his friends Rachel knew she would tell him. Every time she looked at Nicholas, into those eyes that belonged to her late husband, she saw the last miracle Finn Hudson left for her. The one thing she would cherish until the day she joined him. She knew Finn was watching over them, guarding his love and his baby boy that he always wanted to have with her. She remembered the day clearly when she had Nicholas. "We did it, Finn. We did it." Rachel whispered when she saw her son for the first time, knowing Finn was right there by her side the whole time. She couldn't help but cry. Cry that her husband was never going to get a chance to hold Nicholas, kiss him. But, he did tell him that he loved him. As soon as he found out Rachel was pregnant. Rachel had laughed as Finn smushed his face onto her stomach, saying how much he loved whoever was in there while letting tears of happiness roll down his cheek. They both thought they would have more time to prepare. Make plans. Finn already knew exactly what he wanted to name it if it were a boy, Nicholas Daniel Hudson, the future football star of Lima. Rachel had agreed to the name almost immediately. At least he could do one thing for his son before having to pass. And now, he would be so proud of the man Nicholas was becoming. And so happy that Nick was ready to go to McKinley.
Nick made his way up the steps of the high school, nervously glancing around himself as he did so. He wasn't used to having to be in a new place, he had been in New York since he was born. The big city life suited himself and his mother, and he had always loved being able to watch his mother onstage and perform with her a few times. But. if there was one thing he knew, he knew that his father would want him to go to McKinley. Nick wore his father's old letterman jacket as he walked into the school, which had barely changed since his parents had attended. Every time he put the jacket on, he almost felt as if his dad were there with him, helping to guide his boy in the right direction. Maybe that was crazy of him to think, but he honestly couldn't care less. The jacket was in mint condition, even though Nick had been wearing it since his mother allowed him to, knowing he wouldn't dirty it up and ruin it. He readjusted the collar as he walked into the office, taking in a deep breath. He could perform on a stage in front of thousands, but this school and this secretary were making him more nervous than he had ever been. It was his greatest fear not to live up to his father in a place where the Hudson name was so well known. "Uhm, hello?" Nick said as he walked up to the desk. The secretary smiled at the boy, noticing how nervous he was instantly.
"How can I help you, young man?" The secretary asked the nervous boy as he swallowed hard.
"Well, I wasn't around for orientation and I don't really know how to get to my classes. Could you maybe help me?" He had never felt more intimidated for no reason than he did in that moment. These were just regular people, a regular school. Nothing to be too scared of.
"I will call someone to the office who will be able to show you around." He nodded to show that he was listening to her as she picked up the intercom, "Dalton Evans, please report to the office." Nick raised his eyebrow, recognizing the last name immediately, having heard about Sam Evans for years. He had never met the man in question, but his mother called him Trouty Mouth sometimes. He wondered what that was about. A dark brown haired boy walked in a few minutes after he was called.
"Yes, Ms. Johnson?" Dalton asked as his eyes fell on the boy, then looked to the secretary. He knew he wasn't in trouble, so he wondered why he was called down.
"Could you please show around Mister," She thought for a moment before letting out a quiet, embarrassed laugh as she looked to the young Hudson. "Uh, my apologies dear. I didn't catch your last name." Nick only shrugged at the woman, not really caring that she didn't ask his name. She seemed to have a lot going on her desk without the new boy coming in.
"Oh, my name is Nicholas. Nicholas Hudson." Nick said nonchalantly as the two looked at him, surprised looks on their faces. He figured he could get many of the same looks as he smiled slightly, his face reddening.