Finn Hudson was nothing special. To be honest, he was quite the opposite. He was just your average football playing high schooler. He had slightly lower than average grades, and if nothing changed in the next three years, he was going to become a grocery store cashier in the cow town of Lima, Ohio. Finn didn't really like to think about that. It made his chest feel tight, like he was disappointing someone.
"Finn!" His best friend, Noah Puckerman called. They were both on the football team together.
"Hey, Puck. How was your weekend?" He asked. Puck shrugged.
"Alright. Hey, party at my place tonight! You coming?" He asked. Finn thought about it for a moment. He wasn't doing anything that night.
"Sure," He said, heading off to Spanish class.
"Yo, Finnocence!" Finn sighed. Of course, Santana Lopez just had to screw with him.
"Yes, Santana?" He asked, turning around.
"Calm your tits, Hudson. I just need to know if Puck was at your place the other night," Santana asked. Finn sighed. He wasn't, but he also wasn't about to betray his best friend to Santana freaking Lopez.
"Yeah, he was," Finn said. Santana growled and stalked off.
"Dang, what's her problem?" Sam Evans sidled up to him. Finn shrugged. Sam was one of his friends. He was a year younger than him, and a pretty cool guy.
"Well, for one thing, it's Santana, she's a bitch. For another, I think Puck's cheating on her or something," Sam's eyes widened.
"Did you tell her?" He asked. Finn snorted.
"Santana? No way. Bro code," He said. Sam raised his hand for a high five, and Finn delivered.
"Anyway, see you at lunch," Sam said, and Finn walked into Spanish. He had been held up by Santana, and now the only seat left was next to Tina Cohen-Chang, otherwise known as Tina Cohen-Freaky, and Kurt Hummel. Finn sighed, and took a seat. Kurt glanced at him, and then looked to the whiteboard where Mr. Schuester was writing the homework, while Tina didn't spare a glance in his direction.
Finn sighed, tuning out Mr. Schue's voice. Santana was a bitch, and Puck could totally do better. Something was off about her, and it didn't sit well with Finn. On the other hand, Finn didn't even have a girlfriend, so he was worse off than Puck. Or maybe not. Santana might be worse than no girlfriend at all.
"Finn?" Mr. Schuester's voice snapped Finn out of his thoughts.
"Huh?" He asked, and the class laughed. Mr. Schue sighed.
"Could you please answer my question?" He asked. Finn frowned, trying to recall what the teacher had said. The class laughed again.
"Jugando," Someone whispered.
"Jugando?" Finn asked, and the class laughed again.
"No, Finn. The answer is mostrando," Mr. Schue said. Finn's cheeks turned pink. The class moved on, and he tuned the lesson out again. Soon, the bell rang, and Finn was gathering his stuff. He was about to leave, when a blond cheerleader walked up to him. Quinn Fabray, the only girl in school who was higher on the social food chain than Santana.
"Can I do something for you?" Finn asked nervously. Fabray laughed the laugh of an angel.
"Yeah, actually. I was wondering if you were going to Puckerman's party?" She asked.
"Um, yeah, I am," Finn said.
"Are you going with anyone?" She asked. Finn's mouth hung open, and Quinn laughed again. Finn quickly composed himself.
"Uh, no, no. I'm going by myself," He said. Quinn smiled.
"We could go together," She said.
"Seriously?" He asked. Quinn nodded.
"I mean, you're the quarterback, I'm the head cheerleader. It would be perfect. And if it works out, we might even become an item," She smiled. Finn stood in awe, before nodding.
"Sure, of course," He said. Quinn smiled.
"See you at eight," She said. Finn nodded, and she walked off, leaving him with his mouth open once again.
"She's totally using you, man," Sam said. Finn shrugged.
"I dunno, she's the head cheerleader, and she's pretty damn hot..." Finn said.
"And she's a manipulative bitch. C'mon man, you gotta think straight!" Sam said. Finn frowned.
"Man, just because something good happens to me for once, you don't have to tear me down," He said. Sam scoffed.
"For once? Dude, you're the quarterback. You've got scholarship written all over you," Sam said. Finn shook his head. Sam just didn't get it.
"Drop it," Finn said. Sam frowned and stormed off.
"You okay?" Came an unexpected voice. Finn turned, only to be faced by Brittany Pierce, a girl who was dumb as rocks and a total outcast. Finn shook his head to clear his thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm fine," He said. Brittany frowned.
"Be careful, Finn. It looks like it's going to rain," She said, and walked off. Finn blinked, trying to figure out what had just happened. Damn, he was having a wild day. First, there was the confrontation with Santana, then he was asked out by Quinn Fabray, then he had a fight with Sam, and then Brittany gave him some creepy and vague advice.
"Dude, where's your brain?" Puck walked up to him with a smirk on his face.
"Sorry, I had a weird day. Quinn Fabray asked me out," He said. Puck clapped him on the back.
"Sweet! Now we're going to be the top guys at school," Puck grinned.
"Yeah," Finn said.
"Shit, my mom needs me to come home right now. Anyway, see you at the party," Puck said. Finn waved to him, and walked out to his car. He drove home, and when he got there, collapsed on the couch. He was exhausted. He hadn't been sleeping too well recently. He fell asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow.
He woke up hours later, and panicked, pulling out his phone. 8:39, shit. He pulled on a coat since it was raining, and ran out to his car, starting up the engine and flooring it to Puck's house. He parked a block away and practically ran to the house. He heard the music the second he got out of the car, and practically sprinted to Puck's house. He opened the door to crazy lights, and walked into Puck's living room looking for Quinn. He stopped dead in his tracks.
There, on Puck's couch, was Puck making out with none other than Quinn Fabray.
"What the hell?" Finn yelled, and a few people looked at him, including Puck and Quinn.
"You were late, and it's not like we're actually a couple or anything..." Quinn explained, guilt barely gracing her features.
"Sorry, dude, it just happened. I'm sure you can understand," Puck said nervously. Finn huffed.
"Screw rivalries, I'm seriously thinking about telling Santana," Finn muttered, turning and walking out of the room.
"Finn!" Puck called, and Finn ignored him, walking back out into the storm. He thought about getting in his car, but he was so angry that he didn't feel like he was safe to drive. He needed a walk to cool down.
Sam was right. He owed the guy an apology. Finn frowned. Sam was always looking out for him. He pulled out his phone and called Sam.
"Hey?" Sam picked up.
"Sam, I'm sorry man, you were totally right. I was late to the party, and walked in on Quinn and Puck making out, mouth and everything," Finn said. Sam snorted.
"It's fine, man. You out in the rain?" He asked.
"Yeah, I can't drive, I'm so pissed. I told Puck that she asked me out, fucking dick," Finn muttered.
"I'll be right over. I'm... in the park, that's near Puck's," Sam said.
"Thanks, man. I'm on Jefferson street," Finn said, and soon Sam came into view. He was soaking wet, and wasn't even wearing a coat.
"Where's your coat?" Finn asked. Sam looked nervous.
"In the wash," He said, shrugging and looking down. Just then, lightning struck, immediately followed by thunder.
"That was close, you want to get inside?" Sam asked. Finn shook his head. He wasn't exactly thinking straight. Lightning struck again, even closer this time.
"Dude, I really think we should get inside," Sam said. Finn frowned angrily, before nodding.
"Fine," He said, and the two turned back to Finn's car. They were about to get in, but right then, lightning struck them both, sending them passed out to the ground.
The first thing that Finn heard when he woke up was the beeping of machinery. He quickly jerked up, before groaning and falling back to the pillow. His head hurt like crazy. He turned slowly to look around. He was in a hospital room, with a bunch of flowers and cards piled on the tables around him. Next to him was a divider, behind which another patient was most likely asleep.
Finn tried to recall what had happened to him, but all he could remember was Quinn and Puck, and then calling Sam. Just as he was remembering what happened next, a nurse came into the room.
"You're awake!" The nurse smiled. Finn offered a weak smile in return.
"Let me get your mother," She said, and Finn nodded, wincing in pain.
"Don't move. You were struck by lightning, kid. It's a miracle you're alive," She said, and Finn's jaw dropped. He had been struck by lightning. But then, was Sam okay? Just then, his mom came into the room.
"Finn!" She smiled, running to his bedside and kissing him on the forehead.
"Thank God you're okay," She said, and Finn smiled up at her.
"Is Sam alright?" He asked hoarsely. She frowned.
"He's alive. He's right over there, actually," She gestured toward the divider.
"What were you doing out in the rain?" She asked angrily.
"Puck was kissing the girl I was supposed to be on a date with. I needed to calm down before I drove home," He said. Carole's expression softened.
"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry..." She said. Then a question popped into Finn's mind.
"How long was I out?" He asked.
"Two and a half weeks. I was so worried..." She said.
"Shh, mom. It's okay..." I said. She shook her head.
"You need to rest. I'll be right here," She said, pulling a chair up from against the wall. Finn closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Well there's chapter one! You're in for a wild ride if you stick with this. All sorts of crazy supernatural stuff will go down. This is sort of like the 'Pilot' chapter, and it's going to come out in two parts. While the whole story won't be told from Finn's perspective, the first two chapters will be. I'm planning on making most of the characters central characters. Finn's just the beginning. He will be a major part of the story though. Anyway, reviews are welcome, I love seeing that people are actually reading my crap. Hope you enjoyed!