Hey Guys! This is my first story so I'm sorry if I have any errors! I have been wanting to write one of these for a while now and I know it may not be the best but I hope to get better as I go on! Thanks for reading and please review!
NORMAL POV
Finn Hudson moved to Lima, Ohio in the summer between junior and senior year. His mother, Carole and Burt Hummel had met online and somehow hit it off. Finn didn't understand how she and this guy could interact online. The only girls that he had ever dated in his home of Venice Beach, California were always a different person than their Facebook pages presumed but however it happened, they were moving.
It was Carole's idea first. She felt bad wasting money on flights to and from Ohio and Finn was set to go to college in the following years so why not just move?
Finn didn't want to leave California. He hadn't even met the Hummel family- all he knew was that Burt had a son named Kurt and he attended McKinley High School. He had researched the school a few times just to know what to expect upon arriving there. It looked pretty boring if you asked him but he tried to stay positive for his mom. His father, Christopher Hudson had died in Iraq when Finn was only a few months old and his mom only had a few boyfriends here and there. He was glad to know that Burt really cared about her and that she was happy with him.
As soon as they pulled their Cadillac Escalade into Lima (Or lame-o as Finn liked to call it) Finn realized that he didn't belong here. He could tell that Lima wasn't a large town and as far as he knew there was only one restaurant called Breadstix.
Once he and his mom got to the Hummel residence he was dead tired. He somehow pulled himself out of the large SUV and pull out their belongings before he was awakened with a squeakish voice that he could have mistaken for a small child. "Dad, they're here!" screamed Kurt as he made his way off the porch and into Carole's arms like they had known each other for years.
FINN POV
I must have zoned out when my mom was describing Kurt to me. I pictured some normal guy that plays sports like me. I thought it would be kinda neat to have someone to play ball with whenever I wanted. That didn't seem to be the case. Kurt seemed a little on the "pansy" side as my friend Azimio from California would describe him. Was he gay? What if he liked me? I hoped not.
As soon as Burt came out of the house I wasn't surprised at his appearance. He looked like all the guys my mom had dated over the years. Burt was bald, scruffy, and a little on the heavy side. He came out of the house, hugged my mom and gave me a warm handshake. I felt at home in a way.
We pulled all of the luggage into the house and began visiting.