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SURRENDER

He's a poor, high school drop-out trying to find a way to pay for his mom's hospital bills. She's an upper-class, famous Broadway star. Opposites attract. He kidnaps her to get the money he needs. Should be simple enough. Demand a ransom, get the money, and hand her over. But wait. He never planned on falling in love.

Genre: AU/Romance/Drama/Hurt/Comfort

Rating: T (for now)

Chapter 1.2: Seizing the Diva

Finn

I hate Sundays. I love them as well. I'm not really sure. I can't work on Sunday because my employer's a really religious Christian who spends all Sunday in church, so I always feel unproductive. On the other hand, it's time for me to take a break. So usually on Sundays, I go visit Mom. I visit her everyday, regardless, but on Sundays I get the chance to spend a long time with her. Even though she never says anything when I'm there anyways.

I finish my bowl of Rice Krispies and put it inside the sink. I guess I'll wash it later. My apartment is pretty messy. There are dishes everywhere and boxers on the floor and crap, but honestly, I don't care. It was cleaner when Mom was still living here.

I walk around my apartment and pick on a pair of faded jeans and a white t-shirt lying on the ground. I don't think either of them have been washed for a few weeks and the shirt has a stain on it, but whatever. I'm not working today and I have more things to worry about than if I look clean or not.

I brush my teeth and leave my apartment, picking up a newspaper outside my door. Ms. Moby, this really old woman who live across from me, always leaves her newspapers at my door after she's done reading. I'm really grateful for it and I think she knows that. Well I hope she knows that; I thank to her all the time. And besides, I always go over and change the lights for her and stuff. And she's always saying, "Thanks, Finn. Finn Hudson, you're growing to be such a fine boy," and embarrassing me so much I can feel my face flushing up and my ears turning red. She even squeezes my biceps. Who does that?

Anyways, I pick up the newspaper and glance disinterestedly at the front page. It's about some stupid conference or celebrity passing through that's happening in town at the hotel my apartment's close to. You'd think they'd build a hotel in a place that was nicer because I live in a pretty crappy area even though you'd think Ohio is not that bad of a place.

Anyways, some cast members from this new Broadway show in New York called Glitter or something is passing through to meet adoring fans. Whatever. I don't see why they need a full-color, half page picture of the cast. I glance at the caption under the smiling stars. Pictured from right to left: Artie Abrams, Tina Cohen-Chang, Kurt Hummel, Quinn Fabray, Mercedes Jones, Rachel Berry, Santana Lopez, Mike Chang, Sam Evans, and Brittany Pierce. I don't get what the big deal is—I mean, I've never been to a Broadway show, but really? What's the huge fuss? Don't they just sing and dance and wear sparkly costumes?

I walk down five flights of stairs (damn it, why can't this place have an elevator?), get my mail from the lady downstairs, and unlock my car, chucking the newspaper onto the passenger seat. I'm going to go visit Mom. The hospital's relatively close to my apartment, which is good, I guess. You just drive down past the hotel and then it's two blocks after that.

I pick through my mail and my eyes stop on one envelope. I can feel my stomach drop with dread. It's from St. Sabian's. I rip open the envelope and pull out the formally typed letter.

To Whom It May Concern:

We are reluctant to inform you that your hospital fees are overdue. You have failed to pay for medical treatment that has been provided for patient Carole Hudson. If this patient continues to require treatment, these bills must be paid.

Current Amount Owed: $4,879.92

I don't read any further than that. How the hell am I supposed to get that kind of money? I'm a 17-year-old, high school dropout working full time, seven days a week. I'm even trying to get another job. I skip meals and haven't gotten any new clothes in the last two months. I buy shirts on sale at Old Navy. I get paychecks at the end of every week and cash them immediately because I don't have money otherwise; I have troubles living through every day. I don't even have enough money to pay that last 92 cents!

I feel a lump in my throat and I manage to stop myself from crying like a baby. Crying's not going to help me or my mom so I might as well not do it. Besides, I have to man up.

Blinking back tears, I shove my keys into my car, and start driving. I try hard not to think about the money, but that stupid $4000—no, almost $5000, won't get out of my head. Damn it.

I stop at an intersection in front of the hotel and glance at it. I wonder what it's like in there; it looks so damn fancy from outside.

I really hate being poor.

I gaze disinterestedly around the rest of the hotel and I stop and stare at a girl walking to her car, her head hunched over and her nose buried in a white scarf. She gets my attention because first off, her car is nice. It's a sleek, black Mercedes that makes my battered Toyota look pretty bad. Second, she looks familiar. Like really, really familiar and I can't remember where I've seen her. She's wearing a really short purple dress that somehow she pulls off without looking like a slut and she's got straight, shiny brown hair that goes past her shoulders. Her face is small and thin, and is framed by her face. She has huge brown eyes and a slender body. And I've definitely seen her somewhere before.

I realize the light is green, and I push down on the gas pedal, the newspaper in the passenger seat catching my eye. Now I know why she looks so familiar. She's a Glitter star. Wait. She's a star. She has money. Lots of money. Well maybe not her, but the show's directors and writers. They have money. I need money.

And it clicks.

I'm gonna kidnap her. I'm gonna kidnap her, get the money, and give her back safe and sound. I make a u-turn and drive back and look at her, still walking towards her car. No, wait. She's talking on her cell. I guess this would be as good of a time as any.

I park my car and step out hesitantly. Walking over to her, I make a noise in my throat and wait until she hangs up. When she turns, she looks at me like she's smelled something gross. Her eyes narrow in disgust, and even though she probably barely hits five feet, she's pretty damn intimidating. Alright—I admit I look pretty shabby in my faded jeans and my stained shirt, but this girl, this girl's a bitch!

I swallow again and look at her. "Uh, do you have the time?"

She rolls her eyes and checks her phone. I look anywhere but her piercing, evil eyes. I cough nervously and stare at the floor, telling myself there is no way in hell that I am intimidated by a dwarf who makes her living singing and dancing.

When she looks at her phone, I grab my chance. Slapping a hand over her mouth, I hoist her up (she's actually pretty easy to carry; must be because she's a midget), and I rush to put her in my car.

One problem: she bites me.

With a yelp, I almost drop her. My hand is bleeding, this little bitch bites so hard. She opens her mouth to scream and I hit her in the stomach before she gets anything out. Alright, I punched a girl and I know you're thinking I'm a complete jerk, but I can't let her scream. I can't let my mom find me in jail! That would probably be enough to kill her if her cancer's not enough.

The girl doubles over and I pick her up, ignoring my bleeding hand. I run and shove her into the backseat of my car, rummaging for some duct tape I have in the front compartment and praying to God that no fans will come out of somewhere and demand to know what I'm doing with this girl. Once I slap some tape on her mouth and tape her hands together, she's just crying and protesting and throwing me death glares even though her mouth is covered with tape.

Well, this went well.

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