Hi everyone! I hope you like this. I've never ever written fanfiction before so I hope that if you are taking the time to read this that it is enjoyable.
Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me it belongs to Ryan Murphy. Although I do love me some Finn Hudson :P
The palms of my hands were sweating, I could feel the heat fill my cheeks, a rare occurrence for me. My long legs were getting tangled up with each other as I walked and it felt like my throat was closing up, my breath coming out of me rapidly.
Shit
Why did I have to be so clumsy and awkward? My mom says that it comes with being a guy my age, but around me all I saw were the other guys looking all calm and confident and I couldn't even talk to the girl that I liked for fear of stumbling over my words and saying a totally inappropriate thing. Which come on we know that that would happen.
Shit
I could see her standing there with all of her other cheerleader friends her dark brown hair falling around her face in soft curls- god I sound like such a chick- still in her Cheerios uniform ever though we were at a school dance.
I couldn't believe that I actually had a crush on a Cheerio for god's sake. It was pathetic, I knew that, to think that a girl the like her, a girl like Rachel Berry, would actually like me, Finn Hudson, Captain of the Glee club.
She was standing in front of Noah Puckerman, also known as Puck who is my former best friend for many good and legitimate reasons, but I'll get into that later. She was leaning up against his chest, her back pressed firmly against him, his nose pressed up against her hair. Watching this I couldn't help being jealous, I wanted to be the guy kissing her neck and grasping at her hips, no matter how short she was compared to me. I could imagine it, standing behind her, my nose buried in her hair, sniffing it. Which okay, I know that sounds really creepy but I sit behind her in Spanish and her hair smells so good, like coconuts or something, it's freaking awesome.
I go home after school and imagine the smell filling my nose and….
Well y'know…..
I wasn't planning on going to the dance, being the guy that gets daily slushies to the face you don't really want to show up to the place where every one of your tormentors is located. It's just asking for trouble. But here I am. Cause stupid me let Kurt and Mercedes convince me that coming to this thing would actually be a good experience.
What was I on when I agreed to this?
Anyways, back to the fact that for some reason I decided to ask Rachel to dance.
Shit
Do I even know how to dance?
I think not.
Would Rachel even say yes?
I think not.
Would Puck laugh his ass off and probably punch me in the face.
Damn right he will.
So why am I still walking towards them?
Oh right, the punch was spiked.
Liquid courage and all that crap.
Okay so hi! Please review and tell me what you think. I hope it was good and I'll probably continue it just for the sake of it.
-Amy
