words by asesina
disclaimer: I don't own Glee!
a/n: first Glee fic. just a oneshot based on the first few episodes of Glee. I have only seen the first few episodes, but I know the basic spoilers. This fic takes place before Finn finds out that Quinn's baby isn't this.
Just a quick character study. Enjoy!
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Finn Hudson was a lot of things, but eloquent was not one of them.
Even so, Finn's lack of eloquence could not explain the loss for words that he experienced when Quinn told him she was pregnant.
It also couldn't explain the tears of fear and frustration that poured down his face when he told Mr. Schue the truth about Quinn's pregnancy.
Finn never thought that he would be crying in the arms of a teacher at 16, but since when could he have predicted any of this?
The worst part of it wasn't Quinn or even the baby- it was his own future.
He fought so hard and long to find something that he was good at, and he was fortunate enough to find two: football and the Glee club.
The promise of a scholarship helped him through the hard days when a difficult vocab test or a bad football loss threatened his already fragile dreams.
But this, this was a whole new level of insane, and it was threatening to rip him apart at the seams.
Finn had never been a deep thinker, but this whole Glee business was beginning to mess with his head.
He was beginning to realize that those kids really were talented and their bond was something that he admired and even envied despite his popularity and status.
Then there was the whole problem of Rachel, all five foot two inches of her maddening, high-pitched, attention-grabbing beauty and spunk that made his head spin.
Finn couldn't think straight, and his newfound attraction to Rachel did nothing to simplify his situation.
Whenever this thoughts drifted back to Quinn, his heart softened with a sad tenderness that he quantified as regret.
Regret for going too far, for getting someone as pristine as Quinn pregnant.
Regret over the fact that he was throwing his future away, that he was losing his only chance to make it to college because Lord knows that his grades weren't good enough.
And yet...
Something about this whole situation made him feel...
Different.
Whenever he talked to Mr. Schue about Quinn and the baby, some of his fears were alleviated. The miasma of trepidation and negativity in his mind dissipated just a little, and he was left with an odd mix of confusion, uncertainty, and pride.
It was an odd combination, but Finn was sure that if he could take pride in himself and become confident and mature, he could take care of Quinn's baby.
Their baby.
In a way, he wished that this had never happened, but maybe this was happening for a reason.
Whatever it was, Finn was determined to be strong for them, or at the very least keep up a facade of bravery.
He would be there for Quinn just like his mother had been there for him.
And, if he ever needed to, he knew that Mr. Schue would always be there to listen to him.
Hell, the guy had already seen him cry, but Finn wasn't so sure that he wanted to repeat that little episode.
As he walked down the halls of William McKinley high, Finn held his head high. Even if he wasn't destined for the NFL or even higher education, he was sure of one thing.
He would make sure that his baby would turn out better than he did.
End.