Hi this is my new story, I had the idea and had to write it. its going to be kind of difficult with all the drama and angst, its my going to be a bumping but fun ride so.. hope you like it, reviews are everything ..tell me if I should continue!

Waking up in a cold sweat became a way of life for Finn Hudson, he knew it came with the package of being someone like him. Not that anyone knew what kind of life he led, to them he was the hot shot QB that every guy wanted to be and every girl wanted to bone. The part that got him the most is that in all these years no one even questioned the fact that he never allowed people over his house or even talked about his family, all they ever saw was the popularity and trophies he was bringing to them and the school. He was sure if anyone ever knew what his life was really like, he wouldn't have a friend in the world.

Most kids wake up to the smell of pancakes on a Saturday morning, Finn woke up to his dad punching yet another hole in their wall and his mom screaming for him to stop. His family wasn't always like this, he saw pictures of when he was born right before his dads last tour, the tour that changed his family. He could hear his father getting closer, and like every day he hoped he'd just forget that he existed, he didn't have that good of luck. His dad busted through his door snatching off his covers, "Chris, stop –let Finn sleep, we can discuss this without him, please!" Before he knew what was going on he felt himself being lifted in the air and slammed back into the floor, so hard that he knocked the air right out of him, and before he could even fill his lungs up he felt the little air he had knocked back out of him, he could hear his father asking him someone but he was trying to concentrate on his breathing. "DO YOU FUCKIN' HEAR ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT" his dad yelled while flipping him over and twisting his arm behind his back so tight that he knew at if he moved wrong his arm would break, he could feel the tears lining his eyes, "I asked if there was a reason that the uniform I spent my money on was on the floor in the living room of the house that I paid for? Are you that ungrateful?" his dad leaned down while putting his knee in Finns back "good thing it's winter break huh boy?" he whispered right before Finn felt a sharp pain and everything went black.

"Hit me with your best shot..why don't you hit me with your best shot.." Rachel Berry lived a pretty good life, no, she didn't have a mother but her housekeeper was very sweet and since she could remember always came to her plays and recitals and at night would read her a bedtime story until she got to old and then they would sit and watch a movie together. She had a father but he was always gone, but her chauffeur was a very sweet man that built her first bike, and pretty much did anything that her dad didn't do, which was everything. Friends were rare for her, but her love life was always non-existent. She had a school girl crush that's kind of lasted longer then she hoped, but it was Finn Hudson, who didn't with they were the girl on his arm. Finn was the only person that hadn't thrown a slushie in her face, she dropped her books one day and he was the only person to stop and help her gather them. She was sure he had no idea what her name is, but that didn't stop her from staring at him and planning their wedding secretly. Rachel knew it was a long shot what could she give someone that had it all? So she never pursued him.

She continued getting ready for her morning run, today she felt spontaneous and decided to take a cut through the woods. Her neighborhood was almost as big as the whole town she sometimes got lost and it was a part of the neighbor hood that was reserved, her dad called it old money, that meant it was mostly people that money was handed down. Finn lived in there, although she never saw him and had no idea what house he lived in, she'd heard her father talking about it to his accountant about how someone with so much money should help their community and the Hudson were nothing more then hermits. She stopped behind the biggest house in the neighborhood for some shade and to drink some water when out of nowhere a football helmet nearly took her head off. She picked it up and saw blood smeared over the number "5", now shes isn't into football but when you have a crush on someone you atleast know what number they are, and 5 belonged to Finn. She walked around to the front of the house, it really was immaculate. When she reached the front door, she took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, she was taken back by the big, like really big man in front of her. "WHAT" he yelled at her, "Well I was running and this came flying out your window in sure it was not meant to take my head off but nevertheless you guys should be careful, im sure it was the boys playing or something but well – here" she handed over the helmet and could see that his hand was almost cover in blood, it was so much that the only logical explanation is that he was working with some kind of hardware and cut his hand. He snatched back and she heard a lady scream "Chris please hurry he isn't waking up!" he dropped his head and said a fast and small thank you and shut the door in Rachel's face.

She backed away from the door then walked to the side of the house, she needed to hear better, then she heard " Just get the bucket Carol and throw some water on him, Finns a big boy, he'll be fine. And don't look at me like that, my only regret is that ive somehow raised a boy that can't take a few blows to the head without passing out. NOW WAKE HIM AND CLEAN THIS SHIT UP!" that was all she heard before the slam of the door knocked her out of the trance she was in.

This wasn't how she thought Finn's life was like, but he needed someone and she wanted more then anything to be that person.