Autors note:So this is my first Glee Fanfiction. I use to write some when I was younger but kinda got out of it.
This takes place a little after they all graduate from high school.
I'm gonna try to stay true to the charaters personalitiies, but they might get a little OOC.
&& I know this chapter is super short, but I'm going to make the next one longer (hopfully)
Please let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: In no way do I own Glee or any of the charaters, but like most I wish I did.
Finn Hudson laid in his room with a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels thinking about how fucked up his life was. Sure, he graduated from high school a month a ago and was leaving at the end of the summer with a full football scholarship to UCLA, but that didn't dull the pain of losing the one person he thought he could possible love. God, you totally fucked up this time, Hudson. He said to himself as he took another sip of the amber liquid.
He pulled out his cell phone telling himself it was to see what time it was, but really he was making sure it was on and working just incase she decided that he wasn't an asswhole and call him.
Finn closed his eyes trying to remember every detail of her face; Her deep soul piercing eyes, her plumb, kissable lips. He groaned as he pictured her under him, her body pressed against his. He could hear her laugh as he mental kissed her neck. That was one of the few places where she was ticklish.
He brought the bottle to his lips hoping the burning of the alcohol would dull the pain in his chest, it didn't. How could he be so stupid, so blind to what was right in front of him. He could say that part of this was her fault, but he would just be lying to himself. He was such a fuck up.
"Sup bro," Finn heard his best friend say as he walked into his room pulling him from his self pity. He just raised his head a little to make sure no one else was with Puck before dropping his head on his pillow and taking a long sip of Jack Daniels.
"Fuck, Hudson, how much have you had to drink?" Puck questioned as he tried not to step on all the glass bottles that covered his floor.
"Not enuff." Finn groaned out pulling his pillow over his head shielding his eyes from the light that Puck just let in. He could hear Puck's moving around his room and bottle clinking together. The noise making his head feel like someone hit him in the head with a truck.
"Knock it off, Puckerman." Finn said throwing the first thing he could find, which so happened to be his cell phone. The phone connected to Pucks temple with a loud wack and Finn burred his head farther into his mattress trying to muffle loud string of profanities that left his friends lips.
"Fuck this shit."
All of a sudden Finn felt hands grab on to his shirt and pull him upward. The bottle of Jack Daniels rolling to the floor, all its contents spilling on the new carpet Burt just put in. Opening his eyes, he came face to face with an anger Puck, and even drunk off his ass Finn knew a anger Puck was never a good thing.
"It has been two week, man." Puck yelled. "Two fucking weeks of you sitting in here drunk off your ass feeling sorry for yourself. Your not the only one hurting you know?"
Finn didn't answer, he still couldn't get pass the pain in his head to really even pay attention to what Puck even said.
Filling himself being hauled from his bed and out of his room, Finn tried not to vomit on his mothers new carpet. Next thing he knew Puck was pushing him through the bathroom door and into the shower. Before Finn could even protest (the alcohol making words hard to form) he felt the piercing cold of water hitting him in the face. He put one hand on the wall in front of him letting the cold water flow down his body waking him up from his drunken stupor. After a few minutes he shut the water off and slid down the wall behind him.
Finn sat there letting the cold from this now wet clothes seep into his body. His mind was a little more clear them it had been in the past two week, finally giving him time to feel the full weight of what had happened.
"As your best friend, I'm telling you to get your fucking shit together, grow some balls, and go talk to her." Puck said arms crossed over his chest. "and if you don't I'm going to kick your ass, not just because she's like a sister to me, but because Rachael is so stressed about you two that I can't even get laid."
Finn let out a little chuckle from his place on the shower floor. Leave it to Puck to make him laugh when his whole life is falling apart.
"Not fuckin' funny, dude." Puck said sitting down on the floor on the outside of the shower. "It's been a fucking week since little Puck has had any action, and that doesn't fly with the Puckster."
Silents filled the bathroom as the two boys just sat there. Finn could fell the tears that he swore that he woudn't cry silently fall down his check mixing with the water droplets. He was tired of fighting them.
"Hurts, doesn't it?' Puck was the first to speak.
"Like a bitch."
The two best friends remained where they where for the next hour or so with only Finns sobs filling the the otherwise quiet bathroom.