Why hello there, children. First fanfiction. This is just story about Finn, just trying to be the best of the best at McKinley.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Call of Duty.
Monday morning. The most dreadful time of the week. Especially for Finn Hudson. He had to put all of his video games and pizza aside for school. He opened his eyes slowly and sat up to see Call of Duty still on pause from last night. He looked down at his lap to see a plate of food he forgot to eat. A sandwich. He picked it up and sniffed it. Tuna. He groaned in disgust and swung his legs from under the covers. He stood up and walked to his bedroom door. As he swung it open, he saw Kurt zooming past him. His eyes followed Kurt, confused to say the least.
"Why are you running?" a confused and groggy Finn asked Kurt. Kurt, then stopped in his tracks and turned around.
"Do you NOT see the time, Finn?" Kurt protested as he pointed to the hall clock. Finn walked out into the hallway and glanced up.
7:10. Whoa. Finn's eye shot open and as he was about to say something, Kurt was already
gone down the stairs. Finn was wide awake now and in a panic. So many things were going through his head at this point. "Should I just play sick?" No. He promised Rachel that he would go to Breadstix with her tonight and there was no way he could miss that.
"Should I go in late?" And be questioned by his mom and Burt? Nope. Finn didn't realize he was just standing there, thinking about what to do. Kurt zoomed back up the steps to get something out of his room. He walked past the frozen Finn, went to grab his wallet, then walked past him again.
"Um, Finn?" Kurt asked as he stopped in front of his brother.
"Yeah?" Finn replied absent minded.
"Have you been standing here for the last 5 minutes?" Kurt wondered.
"... yes." Finn said as he ran back in his room and shut the door.
Kurt just turned away down the steps, clearly confused on what was going on through Finn's mind. A couple seconds later, Finn came out of his room fully dressed. He returned to an empty hallway. He stood for a couple seconds, then made his way downstairs. Without showering. Without shaving. Without brushing his teeth. And yes, without using the bathroom. He ran to the kitchen, grabbed a bag of chips, and ran outside. He hopped in his car and practically sped out of the driveway and proceeded to speed to school.
Finn hopped out of his car, eating the chips as he ran past Puck who was holding hands with Zizes. He ran inside the building, feeling lighter than he usually feels whenever he goes to school. Finn then stopped dead in his tracks. He felt his back. Yep. No backpack. No work. No pencils. He had nothing that he needed for the day.
"Finn!" Puck called out as he walked toward him, swinging his and his girlfriend's arms back and forth.
"What?" Finn said through his clenched teeth. Puck back up a little as he saw Finn's rage growing.
"I was just saying 'hi', geez..." Puck replied, a little hurt, and walked away with Zizes. Finn rolled his eyes and continued to stand there. He saw Zizes turn around and he looked up.
"By the way Hudson, you're late." Zizes said bluntly as the bell rang.
Finn stood there steaming. He proceeded to jog through the halls, trying to find his homeroom. He reached in his pocket for his cell phone to let Rachel know that he was going to be late to his first class that they shared. Not there. How could this day get any worse? Finn thought to himself. He contemplated just skipping homeroom and heading back home to get what he needed. That way, he could still come in late and still go to dinner with his girlfriend. But his parents would still receive a phone call. Forget it. He went into the boy's bathroom and sat in a stall until homeroom was over. He went out into the madness that is called a high school
hallway and went through the front doors.
He ran to his car, making sure that none of the teachers saw him. Finn was so close
to his car he could taste it, slowly creeping toward it, so close, he grabbed the handle.
"Finn?" a recognizable voice said behind him.
Finn froze as he noticed that Mr. Shue was behind him. Finn turned toward his
Spanish teacher slowly.
"Oh hey, Mr. Shue. I was just getting something out of my car.." Finn lied so he would leave.
Mr. Shue shot Finn a skeptical look.
"You sure about that? You look a mess..." the older man said, leaving Finn's face red in
embarrassment. Finn sighed before explaining his situation to Mr. Shue. Of course, being the cool teacher he is, Mr. Shue understood what was happenening.
"So, do you want to go back home to get your things and I'll send your teachers an email saying you were helping me in the chorus room?" Mr. Shue offered to the disheveled teen. Finn nodded happily.
"You're the best, Mr. Shue!" Finn almost shouted.
"I know I am." Mr. Shue said bluntly as Finn opened his car door.
"I'll be back within 10 minutes tops!" he assured his teacher. Mr. Shue nodded as he turned away.
"Wait, Mr. Shue!" Finn called out before he drove out the parking lot.
"Yes?" the man replied, turning toward Finn.
"How come you're just getting here?" Finn asked curiously.
"Go get your stuff." Mr. Shue said rolling his eyes. "I'll tell you in Glee club today."
With that, Finn went back to his house and got his backpack and cell phone, then went back to the school. The school day was only starting for the unsuspecting Finn Hudson.