Note: I do not own any of the characters, or the song/lyrics that I am using. The characters belong to Fox, whereas the song, to Lady GaGa.
This is a slash story.

Finn pulled the others arm over his own tired body, and moved it's hand down to where his waistline was. He scooted back against the other body and sighed a soft sigh, as his dreams continued to roam and play in his head. Even though he had no idea what was going on, it was perfect. Deep down, if he actually knew what was happening, and let his heart open up to the idea, he would find that there would be nothing else that was missing, or that he would want.

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At seven o'clock the next morning, Finn Hudson woke up to the sound of pants dropping to the ground, followed by a loud belt buckle hitting against the ground. He opened his eyes slowly, and just faced the window unaware of where he was. He curled his legs up, under the blanket, and heard a voice strike up a conversation with him. "Finn, we're late. Get up, quick." the voice said, causing Finn to shudder and bit his lip in fear.

His outward expressions, that were being hidden by the blanket that was covering his face, were expressing fear, while his insides were frantically, and incessantly playing the ever so famous Celion Dion song, "My Heart Will Go On".

The voice continued the conversation, "Finn, I'm leaving—I'll see you later on, in the halls maybe?" the voice questioned and Finn just grunted. After the grunt filled the air, the door was shut quickly and Finn sat up quickly on the bed. He brought his right hand to his lips and traced them softly. "How far did we go last night?" he asked himself as he rubbed his eyes and then glanced over at the clock, that now read, 7:15. Crap, school started at eight, and today he was definitely going to be late.

He dashed out of the hotel's bed and made his way to the bathroom. He threw his clothes off and then jumped into the water and let the warm liquid run down his body. He really wished he remembered what had happened, he didn't even know why he couldn't remember, did the now eighteen year old senior, have a couple of drinks last night?

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At 7:30, Finn jumped out of the shower and dried himself off. Once he was dried, he started throwing on clothes that he found lying around the hotel room. Thankfully, they fit. He sighed, and grabbed his bag pack, and then left the room, making sure to shut off all of the lights.

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At 8:10, Finn surprisingly made it to school. He ran to his locker and threw his stuff into his locker. He grabbed his Spanish binder and then slammed his locker shut. Then, after stopping in the bathroom, to take care of his business, and getting a drink of water, Finn walked into his Spanish class where he saw Mr. Schuester. "Finn you're late." he said looking at Finn, sternly.

"Mr. Schue, do you think I could talk to you for a second?" he asked and waited for Mr. Schues' response, a nod. Once Will had made his way over to where Finn was, he motioned him outside. "Um class, do activity H on page 129" he said and then followed the football player directly outside of the classroom. "How far did we actually go last night?" Finn asked looking at Will, as he bit his lip, nervously.

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