I am back! I know I have been a terrible writer and you probably all hate me for leaving all my other stories unfinished...and I truly am sorry, but after the tragic death of Cory Monteith I stopped writing...I just couldn't bring myself to finish the fan fictions that I had started. Maybe one day I will go back and finish them, if I can find the strength to do it.

Before Cory's death Fan fiction was one of my favourite past times, I loved reading it and most of all I LOVED writing it... I never thought I would come back to it but now, it's been 3 months since Cory's death and with the help of an incredibly strong role-model Lea Michele, when I saw this fan fiction idea on tumblr, I knew I just HAD to write it!

This will be hard for me to write but I will try my best to give you the best story and writing that I can. I promise this will be a happy story, it may get sad at times but for Finchel it will be happy 3 we all need that!

So I hope people still read it, I understand it is hard but I wanted to do this for Cory because he enjoyed reading our fan fiction so much I am sure and would want us to continue...so why should be stop now! So this is dedicated to Cory Monteith. He was an amazing man who taught me and so many others so much about kindness and acceptance. RIP Cory 3 I will miss you forever! xx

BTW: This story is very much AU and Finn is attending Uni in California while Rachel is in NY.

JUNE 13 2014

The music blared loudly and the fluorescent lights pulsated violently, giving the room a neon glow. Speckles clouded his vision as he attempted to bop along to the heavy metal sounds coming from the overbearing speaker. He could feel the sweat on his upper brow starting to run rivers down his face as he was packed in amongst over one hundred college students. He needed to get out of this crowded dorm room and get some air.

Squeezing his way under the tangles of bodies he finally managed to manoeuvre his large frame out the door. Closing the door behind him he leant up against it for a minute, breathing in large gulps of the clean, cool air. Don't get him wrong, he loved college. He loved all the crazy parties, the music and the electric atmosphere of it all. One thing he didn't love though was the masses of people. He was used to small, empty Lima, Ohio not the sunny, packed shores of California. Walking out into the corridor he could hear a muffled noise coming from down the end and then what sounded like a suppressed scream. Picking up his pace his curiosity peaked and his heart rate quickened. He wondered what would be going on down the other end of the building when there was a party going on. Normally everyone went to the campus parties, except for frigid 1st years who were too scared to get caught drinking underage.

Approached in the room he reached for the doorknob, only to turn it once and find that it was locked. He wondered if he should just back down and go back to the party, pretend like he hadn't heard anything but the caring side of him just couldn't let this go unnoticed. Knocking lightly on the door he waited for a response, only to find that there wasn't any. He knocked again, this time a bit louder and fiercer. "Hey, is anyone in there?" He called out, placing his ear to the cream coloured door. Hearing a gunshot he reeled back, terrified, someone was in there, with a gun. He took a step back, adjusting the waist of his pants as he pulled is trouser leg higher and forcefully pushed his foot to the door, sending it tumbling down. At least there was one good thing about crappy college maintenance.

Staring into the dismantled room his hand came to his mouth, stifling a yell of his own. There lying on the floor was a body, male or female he couldn't tell but the pool of blood around the humans pale complexion was a sure sign of death. Heeding his natural instinct he strode into the room, trying to gather evidence as to who could of committed such a crime but his questions were answered to soon. There sitting on a chair placed in one corner was Dean Jenkins, a scary looking guy from his education class. Staring back at him the colour somewhat reminded him of Rachel's eyes; deep brown, a colour he would often get lost in, but it was evident that these eyes didn't have Rachel's warm loving feel, these eyes held the intention of cold blooded murder.

"Are you lost kid?" Dean's voice rang out long and clear. His mouth was held open as he tried to back through the door which he had just entered. "I said are you lost kid?" Dean's voice proclaimed again, this time a little more forcefully. He just shook his head lightly. "Well then, you have seen something you shouldn't have, we may just have to fix that, mightn't we?" Tripped over his own feet he was sent plummeting to the ground, landing hard on his tailbone. He needed to think fast, he needed to get out of here. Quickly turning on his heel, he leaped to the ground and ran out the door, hearing a second shot fire as he sprinted down the stairs to the front of the building.

Heavy footprints followed him as he threw open the door to the broom cupboard, plunging deep inside amongst the old brooms and discarded mops.

"Finn Hudson? Are you there?"

So there you have it people! Cliffhanger I know, but I love them, I really enjoy the thrill and I hope it leaves you wanting more?! What do you think is going to happen to Finn? Will he be found in the broom cupboard, and by who? Leave your thoughts in a review! Also let me know if you think I should continue :D x