My name's Finn. People call me Finn, F-Rod, Finnessa (which I'm not really fond of), Frankenteen (Santana and Coach Sue are the only ones who call me that) and Finny or Finny bear which are what my girlfriend calls me. Or, now my ex-girlfriend. I'm still not really sure why she broke up with me, if I'm being completely honest. It probably has something to do with the Jesse dude that transferred here a couple of weeks ago. He's what people would call a complete douche bag. I'm also not really sure what Rachel (my ex-girlfriend) sees in him. She's so smart, so talented, so awesome and he's just...him. He's cocky and stupid and he thinks he can get any girl he wants.
On the other hand, I'm the quarterback of my school's football team. I've only ever had sex with one person, which was Santana at some sleazy motel, but it still happened. We kind of happened. It was weird, but cool. My popularity at school jolted up high on the social latter because we were "dating". We called it dating, but she was really not into me and I still wanted to be with Rachel, but I needed to rack up where I stood at school and being with Santana was going to get me there. And it did. I didn't really need her help anymore when I scored the winning touchdown for last season's final game. I've pretty much been the stud of the school and the most popular guy around since then. The second dude owning that title would be my best friend, Noah Puckerman. He goes by Puck. It's cool and bad ass. So he says. I just wind up thinking about hockey when people toss his name around or when he speaks about himself in the third person.
He's done almost all of the girls and their mothers at this school. It kind of amazes me how he hasn't had some crazy chick chase after him or try to key his car. I can barely walk down the hallway without Santana trying to trip me for rejecting her or Rachel shooting a death look at me since she found out Santana and I had a thing going before it went viral when I was telling Rachel she was my only one. Now that I think about it, that's probably one of the reasons why she dumped me. Or the reason. I'm still not sure.
I'm almost sure there's at least two people out there who don't completely want to kill me. My mom and this one girl I met online.
Before I get to her, have you ever met someone, but didn't really like, actually meet them? Because that's how I met her. I'm pretty sure it's a her. That's what she told me. She also said her name was Lucy. By her description, she's blonde, green eyes, average height for a chick (I don't know how tall that actually is, but I never really asked about it) and she's a high school student. She never told me where she lived or how old she was. For all I know, she could be this creepy thirteen year old or thirty. But hey, there's not really anything wrong with older chicks. Around here, they're usually hot and cougar-y. Actually, those kind of women are up Puck's alley, but if this one was into me, I wasn't going to let him know about her. Just yet, anyway.
All she knows about me is that I'm also a high school student, I'm freakishly tall, brown hair and eyes, kind of a stud. My mom always showed me those news reports about online pedophiles and stuff, so when it came to telling Lucy my name, I panicked. I told her my name was Chris. Which isn't a total lie. My middle name is Christopher. I got that name from my dad because that's his first name.
Everyday after school, I've gone home to open my computer and send her IMs. Lame, right? I didn't think so. But, I also kept her a secret, from well, everyone at school. I'd be so dead and knocked back to the bottom of the social latter if anyone found out I had an online friend. Everyone's so obsessed with Facebook and MySpace and keeping their crap updated. All I really care about is messages from her.
The only way I can actually describe this girl is that she's like this light you've been searching for when you're in the dumps and she appears and pulls you out and you see the bright side of everything. She's that enough space to fill a void. You don't need to know what she looks like to know how beautiful she is because her personality is so refreshing and awesome.
Wow, I kind of got sappy there. I'm not in love with this chick. Don't get me wrong, I mean, I could actually love her if I weren't so hung up on Rachel freaking Berry. I get teased for that all the time by the guys on the football team when they're not too busy calling me Deep Throat or Fag Hudson because I'm in the Glee Club. Which I also joined for Rachel. But, it became more than just for Rachel to me. I get to sing there, drum as much as I want. Just not dance. I don't do that. I can't do that.
Lucy made me feel great about being apart of the Glee Club. She told me she sings, too. If she could, she'd teach me how to dance. Honestly? I wish she could, too. I suck at it. When Mr. Schue makes us do performances in front of the entire school, I look like an idiot. During Glee practice, I try so hard and when I think I have it, I get on stage and make a complete fool of myself. It doesn't help that Santana still tries to trip me on stage or that Rachel tries to outshine the rest of us by shoving us - me especially - out of the way, into the back, off the stage.
The worst person to deal with? Quinn Fabray. We dated Sophomore year and then she dumped me when she became head cheerleader and then became Puck's on-and-off girlfriend. Eventually, I just stopped asking about them.
Quinn's Queen Bee; Santana's best friend. They're the rulers of the school with Brittany. They call themselves The Unholy Trinity. But, Quinn's actually the only one who doesn't have sex with anything that moves. Just Puck. But sex is her weapon. She flirts all the time to get what she wants- she's a total tease.
When we were dating, we'd be having a really hot make out session and she would be straddling me and grinding her hips down hard against me and just when I thought we'd be getting a little hot, she'd stop and tell me we have to pray. She's basically the main cause of every man's blue balls. She's totally hot, but the biggest tease and uses that to her advantage.
But aside from that, she was a pretty great girlfriend. I was so sure she was the love of my life and we were going to get married. She used to call me her first love and she was my first love, too. We had a bunch of arguments over the popularity status at school and over sex, but besides all that, we were pretty perfect for each other.
Things change. They did change. She changed.
That's all in the past. My present is all about Rachel Berry. She's the one I know I love. I'm in love with her and I know we're in a rough patch- well, we're broken up, but we'll fix things up. She's going to be my girlfriend again and we're going to be married when we're older and have a bunch of Jew kids. I know it. I can feel it.
For now, all I have is that hope and I have Lucy.