Hey. Second fic, so probably not too amazing, but give it a go.
It's about a school camp that Finn, Rachel, Puck and Quinn are on. I might add some more of the glee kids too.

Oh yeah. They're all about 11/12 years old.
Finchel and Quick.


"And remember to change your underpants," Mom finished her speech just as the bus pulled up by the school.
"Mom!" I whispered, my face turning red. Quinn Fabray and her friends were right by us, and were giggling and pointing at me.
Great. I thought to myself. I'm gonna be teased by a bunch of girls.
I was about to step into the bus when Mon wrapped her arms around me in a huge hug.
"C'mon, Mom!" I groaned, "It's only one weekend!"
But she just gave me a sad smile. "Have fun, Finn." I don't know why her smile was sad. Maybe she was going to miss me. I know I wouldn't miss me if I were her though.
"I will." I mumbled, and slid through the doors. It looked like I was the last one on, as the bus drove away a few moments later.

I made my way down the aisle, looking for my best friend Noah Puckerman. He doesn't have a best friend. He thinks best friends are girly, and 'he ain't no chick.'
I found him sitting at the back. He always says that's the best seat on a bus. He once said it's a good spot for making out with girls, but I don't know if he's actually done that before.
"Yo, Finn." He called out loudly, even though I was only a few steps away. "You took too long saying goodbye to your Momma. There's no seats left here."
I looked around and saw that there were no seats left there. In fact, there was only one seat left on the whole bus.

Next to Rachel Berry.
Puck smirked at me. No one was sitting next to Rachel Berry because she never shuts up. I was going to have to listen to her future plans as a Broadway actress for two whole hours. Heck, I don't even know what Broadway is.
You've got to feel sorry for her though. I mean, she doesn't have any friends or anything. It would probably help if she wasn't so annoying, but it's still harsh when people throw their leftovers at her. The cafeteria's leftovers are gross.

Once Puck told me she was 'sneaky hot.' I'm not sure what was wrong with her temperature, but she'd probably be cooler if she didn't wear those fuzzy animal sweaters.

She'd probably be quite pretty, too.


I popped in my headphones and put my Broadway playlist on shuffle. I'd need the soothing voices of Barbra Streisand and Patti Lupone to block out either the silent treatment you get when everyone's intimidated of your immense talent, or the insults my peers would inevitably start calling once they got bored of the bus ride.

I was glad that by the time the bus started moving, the seat next to me was empty. It saved me from awkward conversations with people who think that Les Misarebles is a type of cheese. Once, when I was paired up with Noah Puckerman in a music lesson, I'd inquired what he thought of Les Mis, and he told me that he thought it was super tasty.

So when Finn Hudson – the Finn Hudson – sat down beside me, I was very surprised and mildly annoyed. I was not ready to explain the difference between dairy and Broadway again anytime soon.
He must've sensed my stare, because he glanced at me and huffed. "No seats left."
I nodded to the back of his head and turned towards the window. I'd thought he might have sat next to me because he'd wanted to be next to me, but of course not. Of course not. That could never happen.

His hand brushed against mine as he struggled with his seatbelt, and my cheeks turned pink.
You see, I had a little bit of a crush on Finn Hudson.


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