This fan fiction idea came to me a while ago, and I finally decided to actually write it. It is AU and it is Finchel with appearances from other Glee cast members. Please review and/or tweet me (meggypoogleek), your feedback. Thank you for reading. Now onto the story!
Chapter 1: The Placement
Being in a foster home is a difficult situation for any and every child. It is pure chance that the child will get placed in a non abusive home. Most foster children are moved from one home to another until they either turn eighteen or a family chooses to adopt them. More often than not, the child is not adopted and they become free, so to speak, when they are eighteen and pushed out into society. This was the situation for Finn Hudson.
At the age of fifteen, Finn was placed in his seventh foster home over a two year period. Finn had experienced many different styles of living being in so many homes. He had experienced abusive homes, homes with very strict rules and homes where the foster parents and siblings paid no attention to him.
On this late July afternoon, the tall fifteen year old male was sitting the too familiar room of his social worker. He sat in the black leather chair twiddling his thumbs while thoughts raced through his brain. What will this family be like? Will I be able to attend high school there? are just a few thoughts that raced through his brain. Many of the foster homes he had lived in did not allow him to go to public school. They either home-schooled him or stuck him in an alternative school, where he basically learned nothing and met no one. His life was such a roller coaster and it drove him insane.
After what felt like an hour, a dark haired woman in a black suit entered the room. This was his social worker, Ellen Thompson. The woman sat behind the desk where papers sat piling high. She reached into her drawer and pulled out a file, Finn's file. She looked over at Finn who was looking down with pure nervousness flooding his body.
"Okay, Finn," the woman says after a few moments of looking over paperwork. "You will be going to live with Hummels," she says in a matter of fact tone.
Finn nodded. "Where do they live?" he asked plainly.
"Lima, Ohio. Lima is located about forty five minutes from here. It is a smaller sized town, but I think this family will be a decent fit," she replies as she is filling out the paperwork.
The last foster home Finn was placed in was near Detroit, Michigan. He left the home because the mother became terminally ill and could no longer care for Finn. Finn felt that particular home was one of the better, but stuff happens.
Finn looked around the room. He had quite a few questions to ask, but he knew not to ask them quite yet. Typically, the procedure was the family comes to the social worker's office. The social worker and the foster parents look over paperwork. Everyone signs a few statements and he is off with the family. Rules, regulations and other important factors are typically discussed when Finn arrives at the home or on the car ride to the home.
"They will be here in about twenty minutes," the social worker says to Finn.
Finn gives her a simple nod. He is anxious as can be and at this point the anxiety would not calm down until he met his new foster family. He hoped with all his heart that this would be the last home
After about twenty five minutes or so, one of the women who works the front desk of the social worker's office knocked on the door. "Ellen, the Hummels have arrived," she says in a professional tone.
"Send them in," replies Ellen.
A man walks in first; he is quite big and burly. He is bald and has a Cleveland Indians baseball cap on. He looked somewhat strange to Finn, but who was he to judge, at least not yet. The man smiles at Finn. Finn gives him a half smile in return. The next person to enter the room, was a woman around five foot four. She had redish blonde hair and wore a pink top and blue jeans. She had to be around the age of thirty five or so. Finn delivers another half smile to the woman who he assumed was his new foster mother. Lastly, a boy in a flamboyant purple shirt with a pink scarf around his neck enters the room. Finn turns to look at the young boy and assumes he cannot be much older than himself. However, he is quite surprised at this boy's sense of style, per say.
"Hi I am Kurt Hummel," the boy says reaching out to shake Finn's hand.
Finn slightly smiles back. "I'm Finn Hudson."
"I am Carole and this is my husband Burt," the middle aged woman says turning to Finn and she too shakes his hand.
"Well, all we need you to do is sign a few things," instructs the social worker.
Carole and Burt begin signing the forms.
Kurt smiles over at Finn. "Oh don't be so nervous!" the boy says using a joyful relaxed tone.
"I..I...I just..." Finn responds voice trailing off. He was not sure how to respond to that comment. Of course, he was nervous! It was a very nerve racking situation, always was.
"Well, I think we're set," exclaims Carole as the last form is signed. "Ready Finn?" she asks gently.
"Yeah," he mumbles to where the other people in the room could barely hear him. He then stands up, grabs his duffel bag of clothes and hygiene items and walks towards the door.
"Thanks Ellen," he says turning back to the woman behind the desk.
Ellen nods "Good luck Finn."
I know this was a short chapter, but I want to ease you guys into it. Please let me know what you think (meggypoogleek is my Twitter or review) so I know whether to continue writing this story or not. It depends on the views and the feedback! Thank you again!