A/N: Hey everyone! So this is my second story. Like my first, this will be a multi-chapter story, and also like my first, I'm hoping it will be good. It's all up to the readers/reviewers to decide. I also wanted this story to be set before the show starts when they get to high school and a little bit after that and see how the characters lives are before then as well. My version of how things came to be, so it will be AU basically. Enjoy my second Fuinn story :)

Also, I do not own Glee or its characters, only the plot line. Just throwing the disclaimer out there.

"Finn, time to get up!" Mrs. Hudson yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Her voice traveled up and into Finn's small, cowboy covered room and having very good acoustics due to its size and slanted ceiling, her voice seemed louder and more audible than ever.

Her voice rang in his ear causing him to toss, turn, and cocoon himself further into his blankets. He just decided to ignore her. He was way too tired to even open his eyes never mind strain his voice and yell back. He didn't get to sleep for much longer before he heard his mother stomping up the steps and swing open his bedroom door.

"Finn Hudson! It is six-thirty. You need to get your butt out of bed now!" she shouted so loudly she could be her own megaphone.

Finn had been far from not caring that his mom was in his room demanding he get out of his warm bed; actually, he was quite irritated. "Mom, it's summer. Leave me alone. I only have like, this week to enjoy and take advantage of it before it ends and I have to start high school." he said groggily. It was his last summer of middle school and this year, he would be a high schooler, a freshman to be more specific. He was ready to take that next step towards adulthood.

"Yes, I know. Do you remember what happens the last week of summer for kids in highschool? You know, the ones who want to go out for a sport?" she asked, trying to remind Finn of his desire to join the McKinley High Titans football team.

He immediately shot up from under the pillow that rested over his head and jumped up from his bed. He looked at his mom, then at the clock realizing that try-outs for the team this year would start at seven-thirty sharp on the football field. You were expected to be ready with full pads, warmed up, and on the grass by then. He only had about forty minutes to get ready and out of the house once he factored in the time it would take his mom to drive him and get suited up in the locker room, so without another word he started past his mom watching her give him the 'you're welcome' look. He just smiled in return and went through his morning routine.


During the drive, he had some trouble with fidgeting. He couldn't stop his leg from bouncing up and down and his thoughts from zipping through his mind at a millions miles per second. The thing was, he had been really nervous about trying-out. He really loved sports, especially football, and loved to be active, so he needed to be on the team. Getting on it would mean so much. He wanted to start his high school career as someone that was known, he wanted to be cool and popular, unlike he was in middle school. Don't get him wrong though, he wasn't anything like a dork or nerd or something, but he was one of those people that was stuck in the 'somewhat popular' tier. He had friends that were popular and he talked with and hung out with them, but it didn't make him one of the 'it' people that others knew exactly who he was. Whenever a person would ask who he was, he always had to be associated with one of his friends who was that 'it' person. 'Not this year. This year, I'm going to make a name for myself.' he thought confidently.

His plan was to go out for quarterback. It probably wasn't the smartest idea though. A freshman making first string quarterback was unheard of in McKinley High history, probably everywhere he figured, but he had a good arm, he was pretty in shape, his height gave him an advantage, and he had those leading quarterback good looks so why not? The thing was, he needed to be the quarterback, no other position would be enough. Being the quarterback in high school was an immediate in. He'd be king of the school for sure, one of the most popular guys, and definite homecoming royalty.

The other half of his motivation came from him wanting to impress someone. He had met her in seventh grade when they had the same science class. It was September 4th, 2008, just a little under two year ago. He would always remember the day.

The first day of seventh grade happened just like any other first day of school he'd ever been to. He was putting stuff into his locker, including some sports pictures and magnets, a little whiteboard to write down reminders for himself since he forgets a lot of stuff, and a small calendar. It was just when he circled the day's date when a girl with blonde swaying hair had passed by and stopped a few lockers down from him. He couldn't help but stare at her. She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She was small, but a pretty good height for a girl, nicely tanned, probably got back from somewhere tropical over summer break he assumed, her hair was a pretty shade of blonde which made her tan glow even more, and she was wearing a white swaying sundress. He watched her put things into her locker for a little bit before she glanced over at him realizing she was being watched.

He quickly shifted his eyes back towards his locker acting as if he hadn't just been staring and praying she didn't notice he had been. He pretended to be fiddling with some magnets while she moved her view from him back to her locker. She put some more books in and kept one out. She shut her locker, looked back over to Finn, who was still moving around the same magnet he had been for the last five minutes, and smiled shyly but sweetly at him. She then turned away and headed off down the hall.

He watched her go as he kept playing with the magnets. When she was out of sight, he turned around facing behind him to see if there had been anyone standing there, but there hadn't been. 'Was she smiling at me?' he wondered amazed. After standing at his locker with a dopey grin plastered on his face, he realized he had to get going to class, so he pulled out his schedule. He looked at the 1st period line and it read:

1) Physical Science Mr. Carlton Room 106

He quickly scooped up his belongings, through them in his back pack, and made his way down the hall.

He must have been the last one to get in because when he arrived, every seat had been taken, well, besides the one next to Jacob Ben-Israel. 'Great, I get the pleasure of sitting next to the weird, smelly kid with the Jew-fro. Just my luck. I'll have to remember to write down to get to class earlier on my whiteboard.' he thought as he made a dissapointed face and sighed.

It was when he started towards the back of the room where Jacob had been sitting when he saw her again. 'Oh my God, she's in this class.' is all he could think and process through his brain. She was sitting next to Brittany Pierce who he knew from a summer school program they had been in. He thought about going over to talk to Brittany to find a way to introduce himself to the other blonde girl but the bell had rang for class to begin so he just took his seat.

As the class ended, Mr. Carlton was telling everyone the homework they had. It was to read the first couple of pages in their books and take notes. He thought about writing it down but he figured he'd just lose the paper and forget anyway so he didn't bother.

After the bell signaling the end of class rang, he waited out in the hall near his locker for the girl. He guessed she would be getting more books so she had to come this way. He made up a plan to ask about the homework to start talking to her, then he would work his magic, being his smooth, suave, charming self.

'Okay, here she comes.' he thought as he breathed deep breathes in and out, as he noticed her heading in the direction of her locker. He non-chalantly walked over to her.

"Hey," he said. "I was wondering if you wrote down the homework for Mr. Carlton's class. I noticed you were in my class and I forgot to write it down." 'Alright, nice and smooth Finn' he thought as he mentally coached himself.

She looked up from the mirror in her locker and looked at him. "Oh yeah, sure. It's just to read the first two pages in our book and take notes. Shouldn't be too bad." she said as she smiled friendly at Finn.

He wanted to melt at the sight of her smile, she was just so beautiful. He just blankly smiled in return but didn't say anything which caused her to give him a weird and confused look. "Oh, um, I should probably introduce myself." he laughed being quite nervous. "I'm uh, I'm... I'm" Oh god, he couldn't remember his name. So much for being smooth. Thankfully, he was saved by Mike Chang as he passed by Finn. "Hey. What's up Finn?" he asked as he walked by slapping his hand.

"Right, I'm- I'm Finn. Finn Hudson." he finally got out nervously after he had been mentally flailing like a fish out of water.

"Oh right, aren't you friends with Noah Puckerman?" He just nodded his head in response. See, he was one of those guys you only knew once you related them to a more popular person. "I'm Quinn Fabray. It's nice to meet you." she continued quite calmly and coolly.

"Yeah, it's nice to meet you too Quinn." he got out without any struggles. "So-" he was about to continue when he heard Santana Lopez call for Quinn's attention.

"Hey Q, come over here for a sec!" she yelled down the hall.

"Sorry, but I have to go. It was great meeting you. Hopefully we can talk later." she said smiling and turned around towards Santana. He just grinned at her and watched her leave.

As she met up with Santana, he could have sworn he heard Santana ask why she was talking to him. Not because he was a dork but he was pretty sure Santana liked him. She was always around him and touching him and trying to talk to him. She sounded jealous but, who knows what goes on in her head, but he didn't care. He just met the girl for him.

Over the next year, Quinn had gained in popularity where everyone knew who she was, not by association like Finn, but just by her name. She became one of those 'it' people and he had stayed the same.

Finn was snapped out of his reverie by his mom. "Okay honey, we're here. Good luck at your try-outs." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, which he hoped she'd stop doing soon, and wished him good luck before he got out of the car. Soon enough, he was in the boys' locker room getting on his gear and running out to the field.


The few days of try-outs had been intense. He did wind sprints until he puked, he couldn't count how many push-ups they did, and the continuous hours of drills really took a toll on his body, but hopefully his suffering would be well worth it, especially since he had seen Quinn trying out for the Cheerio's cheerleading squad during his football try-outs. If she was going to be a cheerleader, he needed in on the football team in order to ever talk to her again.

The list of who made the team was posted on the sports bulletin board in front of the field. He scanned down the list for his name, and his eyes went wide. He had gotten on the team, but only as second string quarterback. He was behind Jack Clintson, a senior this year. He figured he wouldn't make starter but he would play if Jack ever got hurt, plus Jack was going to be a senior this year, which means he will be graduating and gone next year, which then means that Finn will move up to starter by next year, only as a sophomore.

He was extremely excited and proud of himself. He even smiled bigger and brighter when he looked a little further down the field and saw Brittany, Santana, and Quinn jumping up and down near the Cheerio's list. They were in, he was in, it was only going to be a matter of time before he was in the 'it' crowd and Quinn Fabray was in his arms.


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