Hi all. This is my very first FanFic of any sort, so please bear with me. It is another Finchel, and takes place sometime between Season 1 Sectionals and Regionals. R&R appreciated!

Chapter 1: Speaking Out

"Finn, you can't be serious. Do you really think that you idea is superior to mine? Because I have several reasons why-" Rachel Berry was cut off on her rant by her boyfriend, Finn Hudson who said, "Rachel, stop. Fine. Your idea is better than mine. But actually, I do think that it would be better if we sang One in a three-part harmony instead of a two-part, because it is a lot more unique and original. And change is legal, Rachel. But whatever. Do your idea, okay?" He said in a annoyed tone. Finn and Rachel were in one of their rare fights. It was Glee class, and the rest of the class sat in their red chairs in shocked silence. Finn never blew up like that. When he and Rachel did get in their occasional fights, Finn always let Rachel yell at him while he apologized. But apparently, this time things were different.

Rachel was silent. She was glowering, and her eyes were black. If looks could kill, Finn would be dead three times over. Finally, Rachel spoke. "Well. I guess we should move on to a different song. Proud Mary, from the top please! Artie, don't mess up in the middle dance sequence again, please!" She called, back to her bossy self. For several seconds, no one moved, all eyes on Finn. Then Rachel clapped her hands, and everyone went to their Rachel-assigned positions. Finn, who could see she wasn't going to change her mind or apologize, shook his head in disgrace and walked out of the room.

When Finn got out of the crowded, hot room and into the cool, empty, silent hallway. He rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath. Why couldn't Rachel ever do something even if it wasn't her way? He liked Rachel a lot, but really. This is life. You need to give in sometime!

He closed his eyes. He was mad at Rachel. He was mad at the glee club for not standing up for him. But mostly, he was mad at himself. Finn felt that things were never complete in his life. Things were always a little off, or screwed up. He never got the right answers on tests, he never sang the exact right note in some songs. (According to Rachel.) And most importantly, he never could have Rachel. She was too good for him. But sometimes, she could be a little... annoying, dare he say it.

He got up from the cold tile floor and went left towards the choir room. Then he hesitated. He didn't think he could go back to class now. And he didn't want too. So, he gathered himself and walked further down the hall and out the door.

When he got to the parking lot, he unlocked his black Jeep and sat inside, playing his favorite Journey song, Don't Stop Believin' As he hummed along, he decided to go home. He hated this school, except for glee. He thought to himself, Huh. That's ironic. The only thing I like about this school is called GLEE. So the only thing that keeps me going to McKinley is happiness. (Glee club!) He rubbed his forehead again. Then he put his car key in the ignition, and he was off. When he got out to the middle intersection, he stopped. He could see another car flying ahead towards him. He punched the gas pedal with his foot, and the car flew forward. The other car, some type of convertible, pressed he brakes, but it was late. Finn's car was wrapped around a tree. Litterally. The other convertible had crashed into the left side (the side that was sticking out from the tree) and smashed it. Finn was in the driver's seat, and the airbag had really hit him hard. His arm was smashed by the car or the tree, and the rest of him was not only cut and bruised, but also some broken bones. His head hurt terribly, and he kept floating in and out of concissness. Eventually he went completely out, and the world went black.

So this was my story, Chapter 1. It's my first fanfic... Hope you all enjoyed it! Review!