He hates a lot of things here.

He hates the color of the walls, it's a dark shade of beige that makes him feel like he's in a madhouse, and the bed in his room is too tiny and can barely fit him properly, not to mention the way his creepy roommate stares at him all the goddamn time. Basically, he just wishes he could come back home: back to his house, the neighborhood he grew up in, his mother, his girlfriend and his old school.

Frankly, he just wants to be anywhere but here.

Being in an all-boys school was the dumbest idea his stepfather, Burt, could have ever had. Just because his son thinks this school is fantastic, doesn't mean he has to as well, right? And seriously, the guy just married his mom, couldn't he at least wait a year until he started going all "dad-ish" on him?

The point is, he is locked away from everyone in an all-boys school in New York City while his mother enjoys her new life with her new husband, who happens to be a very rich man and buys her everything. He is glad for them though, really; after all, his mother worked her ass off when he was younger to keep their house and keep him fed, clothed, etcetera. What upsets him though, is that his mother seemed so eager to send him away when Burt suggested this school thing, it sort of felt like she wanted to get rid of him.

He is brought back from his thoughts when someone opens his bedroom door abruptly, and he winces at the loud noises as Jacob, this creepy guy he shares his room with, walks in, holding his books in his hands tightly against his chest.

"Hey, roomie!" Jacob cheers, setting his books on his nightstand. Finn rubs his face and sighs back.

"Hey, Jacob." He gets up and walks towards the bathroom, checking himself in the mirror, running his fingers through his hair. "So, got any big plans for the day?" Finn asks from the bathroom, his eyes still on his reflection.

"I dunno." Jacob says through his nose. "They just released Diablo III, so I'm gonna invite the gang over," Seriously, his roommate is the last person in the world to use the word gang when referring to his friends. "you know, go wild on Diablo! Maybe even watch some Star Trek as well."

"You're not gonna have a date tonight?" Finn asks, he has lived with Jacob for two weeks now, but he already knows a couple things: a) Jacob is a freak, b) he tucks his shirt in his pants and c) when Jacob says he has a date, he actually means spying on a girl behind the bushes of her house. Like Finn said, a freak.

"Nah," He pulls his pants a little higher on his waist. "Thought I'd give the ladies a rest for now on. Some people just can't handle Jacob Ben Israel's hotness twenty four-seven. "Finn starts to laugh but as Jacob sends him a dirty glare, he fakes a cough. "What about you?"

Finn shrugs, walking out of the bathroom and putting on a jacket, it's really chilly out there. "I'm just going to take a walk, see new people, and breathe some fresh air... You can lock the door; I've got my keys, m'kay?" He walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him, saying it over his shoulder. "Night, man!"

And then he leaves.


He is walking through the streets, smiling softly at the flashy lights of NYC, his eyes sparkly with excitement. The good part about being sent away is that he gets to live in this awesome city and though he hasn't met a lot of people yet, he likes the New Yorkers; they are way louder than the people back home, but they make this city what it is, right? And that is kind of awesome.

He has walked this very same path for three nights a week ever since he first got here: he walks through the huge garden of the Fieldstone School for Boys, which is where he studies, then, he walks through the neighborhood, takes the subway straight to Brooklyn and goes to Symphony, a small music shop in an even smaller gallery.

He likes spending time in Symphony, it's quite small, but it has these killer vinyl records that he always buys for his collection, the walls are a bright red filled with the best 80s music's posters and huge records. Reminds him of his old bedroom, back home.

The owner, Paul, is a really nice guy and when he is not busy, he even spends sometime talking to Finn. "Finn, my man! What brings you here tonight?" Paul says as he notices Finn walking into the store.

"Oh, hey Paul." Finn waves, walking straight to the classic rock shelves, running his fingers through some of the CDs, sighing as he does not find what he wants. He marches through the store, in search for the object of his desire and he ends up finding it a few moments later.
In someone else's hand.

He sees a small girl with olive skin and dark hair listening to something, the headphones hiding her face completely, but Finn's eyes do not fail to find a The Smiths record she has in hands, holding it tightly to her chest.

He stands two feet away from her, pretending to be going through some opera CDs, (honestly, who buys opera soundtracks? Opera is like, a classy, old version of scream-o.) and watches her as she walks towards the cashier, laying the vinyl record on the counter as she looks for something through her purse.

She pulls out her wallet and Finn rushes towards her, because he needs this record. He stands awkwardly by her side, his eyes examining her face, making her stare at him blankly. They stay like that for a moment until she clears her throat, her voice soft as silk as she goes,

"Um, may I help you?" She says and oh crap, he has been staring at her, hasn't he? Like a creep.

"Yeah, um, I was actually wondering how much that records mean to you." He asks and her eyes widen slightly, her full lips turning into a pout as if she is looking for the answer in her head.

But she just comes out with, "Why?"

He clears his throat. "I was actually going to buy that record, I've had my eyes on it for a while now and I was waiting until it came here so I could buy it, but I see that you want it as well?"

She only nods and he continues. "Well, I want it, too. But I've had my mind set on this all day and as you know, it's more than fair for me to get the record for myself." He finishes. "So, would you hand it to me so I could buy it?"

"No."

"What?!" He asks, his eyebrows rising up on forehead. "Why not?" He asks with a huff.

"Cause, I came here earlier and I got my hands on it before you did."

"But I wanted it first!"

"What are you, five? You snooze, you lose." She says, shoving the money on the counter and smiling at Paul. He sneers and she snaps her head at him abruptly. "What?!" She asks, her hand smacking against the glassy counter.

"You snooze, you lose." He mocks her, sticking his tongue out a little bit. "Like that's mature." He says and watches her mouth twist into a sarcastic smirk.

"You know what's even less mature? Sticking your tongue out at someone." She huffs as she waits for Paul to give her change, but as he looks for the money in the cashier, she huffs, setting her hands on her hips. "C'mon Paul, hurry up! I have places to be and people to see!" She tells him, her nails doing an impatient dance on the glass of the counter.

"What, daddy let you stay up longer today?" Finn teases, going through some records on the counter as she shakes her head.

"I'm twenty one, if you must know, Mr. I Just Got in High School!" She mutters. "Leave me alone. I'm already buying the damn record, so what's the point in this anyways?" She sighs in relief as Paul hands her the change. "Besides, I bet you don't even know what real music is. You were going through the opera section, after all." She mocks him and he shakes his head.

"I was spying on you!"

She lets her head fall back slightly and lets out a small, raspy laugh. "Right, cause that's not creepy at all!" She takes the small plastic bag in hands and turns around to stare into his eyes. "Look kid, I don't know why you're so prissy or whatever, but is not my problem. So just go home and go play some videogames or whatever you fifteen year old kids do these days, okay?" The mysterious brunette says, thanking Paul and leaving the record store without even looking back, ignoring Finn as he cries:

"I'm seventeen!"

He narrows his eyes at Paul as the man laughs behind the counter, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Finn goes through some magazines, pretending to have forgotten all about the stranger he just argued with, but after a minute or to, he huffs, setting the magazine on the counter.

"What's her problem, anyways?" He asks Paul as the man cleans the counter, his eyes low on the glass as Finn complains. "I've wanted that record for like, days now! You know that, don't you, Paul?"

Paul nods. "I know, kid."

"And seriously, would it hurt for her to order another record and get it in like, one week? Would it, Paul?!"

"I don't think so."

"It wouldn't, that's right! It wouldn't!" He says, exasperated.

Paul shrugs. "I don't know, Rachel is usually very friendly." He says, throwing the wet piece of fabric he uses to clean the counter over his shoulder, going towards the backroom.

Finn frowns. "Rachel?"

"Yeah, that's her name." Paul announces from the backroom, reaching for a Rolling Stones record on the shelf of the employee's room. He walks back into the room where Finn is standing, rests the record on the counter and looks at Finn. "Here."

The boy looks at the record, not sure of what's going on as Paul smiles at him. He takes it in his hands and brushes his long fingers onto the cover of it, his eyes shining with curiosity. "What's this?" He asks, holding up the record against the light, smiling as he sees the date on it. He loves these old records, especially ones from before the 80s.

"My favorite one from the Stones." Paul says. "I tried to make my kid listen to it, but he seems to be in a country phase." Finn shudders playfully and Paul lets out a small laugh. "And since I don't want you to leave the store with empty hands, you take this baby home, listen to it and then you let me know what you think of it, m'kay kid?"

Finn grins at Paul, thanking him and putting the record inside a plastic bag himself, wrapping it with a tight knot, just to make he won't lose the record. It seems to be very good and important for Paul, so he hopes he doesn't mess up. Finn says goodnight and lets Paul give him a small tap on his shoulder and leaves the store, walking the same path back to the school.


He wakes up with an annoying song playing in the background, something from Jacob's "country classics", surely, and sits up abruptly, looking for the alarm clock, knowing that right now, he could smash it into tiny pieces with his thumb if he wants to. He sees Jacob drying his afro with a huge, loud blow-dryer, Finn's mouth twisted into a pursed line, finally finding the alarm and throwing it on the bathroom door, startling Jacob and making him let the blow-dryer fall on his feet.

Jacob curses in Hebrew and lets out this small hiss of pain. "Finn, that was rude!" He says.

"Sorry." Finn mumbles under his breath, though he is not sorry at all, walking into the bathroom and shoving his roommate away slightly, taking his place in front of the sink and washing his face. "But you should know that the next time you wake me up to a song called Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy," Finn continues as he dries his face with a towel. "I won't throw the alarm clock on the door, I will throw it on your head." He says, hearing Jacob gasp in protest.

"Ha, very funny, Hudson." He snaps. "You should be thanking me instead of giving me empty threats."

"Who says they are empty? I meant every word of them."

"Anyway," his roommate continues, annoyed. "The principal's secretary knocked on everyone's doors, and we are supposed to be at the meeting room in five minutes, apparently, the principal has something to tell us."

Finn rolls his eyes, not in the mood for one of those stupid 'meetings' their principal calls nearly every week. "Great." He says under his breath. "I can't wait."


They open the huge wooden doors to the main room, allowing the students to walk in, one by one and Finn takes his seat next to Mike, a guy who is very friendly, even though he doesn't talk much. Finn smiles over at Mike, who smiles back shyly.

"Dude, what is he going to talk about this time?" Finn asks, nudging Mike's arm lightly as they watch everyone take their seats in silence. Mike shrugs, turning towards Finn a little and whispering his words.

"I don't know, but I heard someone commenting something about new people joining the school's staff. Maybe that's it?" He suggests and Finn sinks in his seat with an unpleased groan.

"If that is it, then we're screwed. The guy takes two hours to talk about our chores for the week, imagine if he's the one to present the new people to us." Finn says. "Attention teachers and students, it is with great pleasure that I announce that blah, blah, blah, blah!" The boy mocks the Principal with his imitating voice, earning a chuckle from Mike and a glare from Miss Pillsbury, who is holding her inseparable clipboard against her chest; Miss Pillsbury is the Principal's secretary and she worships the ground the man walks on.

"Having a little fun, are we, Mr. Hudson?" She asks with an uneasy tone, her big eyes staring at him, reprehending him with a glare.

"No, Ms. Pillsbury." He says under his breath, looking down at his feet while Mike tries to hold back chuckles.

"Good. Now sit upright, the Principal is about to speak!" She says the last part a little too cheerfully and seriously, do they have an affair or something? Finn sits with proper posture or whatever on his chair and adjusts the tie of his uniform, his eyes glued on the small stage that rests in front of the chairs in the room as the teacher walks on the stage.

He sees a few more familiar people sitting behind him on the stage chairs: a few teachers, Ms. Pillsbury and some people from the cleaning staff as well. The teacher bangs his finger gently on the microphone before speaking.

"Attention teachers and students," Finn holds back a laugh as he glances at Mike, who is trying to do the same. "As you all know, a reputation is something that we, from the Fieldstone School for Boys, have great pleasure on keeping neat and clean. For thirty years, this school has been known for its quality educational system and its discipline, and even nowadays, in a world of chaos and madness, we still maintain the same discipline pattern on our school and receive very high praises for that. However, this year, things are about to change." The Principal announces, making everyone glare at each other in confusion.

"For the very first year in the history of the Fieldstone School for Boys, we're going to have a woman in the teaching staff."

Everyone is silent at first, but after a few seconds, the room explodes into quiet whispers as the students comment amongst each other and as Finn manages to see, some teachers do the same.

"I'd like you all to be very respectful and open-minded about this, for that I know it's a drastic change, but it doesn't have to lean for the bad side. I choose this teacher myself, for nothing else but her capacity and her talent to teach and to share knowledge."

Finn tries hard not to burst into laughter as he hears some nerds behind him whisper "a girl?" in shock, so he turns his attention back to the principal, who is helping a woman on the stage, leading her small body towards the microphone so that she can stand by his side.

"Everyone, I'd like you all to give a warm round of applause for Miss Rachel B. Berry, your new Musical Arts teacher."

They all applaud politely, though some are still shocked as they watch the new teacher settle herself on the stage but Finn stops applauding immediately as the teacher speaks into the microphone.

"Hello, students." She says and when her eyes wander through the crowd and stop on him, he gulps a little too loudly.

The new teacher is the girl from the music store.


Tbc.