-In this story, Finn is a BOXER, not a Rapper, that would require me having to write raps, and I'm not so sure that would end well..
-Finn does have a sister, she is 5 years old and her name is Emma,
- He does start outliving with his at the time girlfriend Quinn, but ends up going to live in a trailer with his mom, but she is not married to Burt, nor do they have any connection.
- He is 19, and dropped out of high school in 10th grade.
- This is a Finchel story.
So I think that's everything, if you have any questions please leave it in the reviews and I'll be sure to answer them
Disclaimer: I do not own glee, the plot line or any of it's characters, nor do I own the story line of 8 mile.
"Finn where the hell are you going?"
Quinn's voice boomed through the small space of their apartment, but he was blocking her out. He didn't need to hear this shit right now, he needed to get to the Factory.
"Out,"
He said blatantly. She stomped after him, clearly not happy with his response.
"If you tell me you're going to that god damn warehouse to fight again, I swear I won't be happy Finn!"
He rolled his eyes and turned around to look at his girlfriend. They had been together two years and she had never been supportive of his boxing.
"Well then get ready to be disappointed because I'm going, Puck already locked my spot,"
"You never win any of those fights anyways Finn, and they sure as hell don't pay the bills, because we still live in this shit hole!"
"I'm going to be late,"
"If you leave then your gone,"
He turned around in shock.
What did she just say?
"What?" He said in shock.
"If you go to that fight, you're gone. Me and you are through, and you have to move the fuck out,"
What he did next wasn't his decision, he could have sworn that his feet had a mind of their own, but he leaned down grabbed his bag and walked to the door. Before he opened it he turned around and said;
"I'll be back for my stuff later,"
He opened the door, and walked out, clutching his gym bag in one hand and water in the other. He wasn't sure what made him walk right then and there. It just seemed right. Quinn had been a bitch to him all these years. Maybe this was just his breaking point, as he reached his car, he heard foot steps, and a familiar voice called his name.
"Finn wait!"
"What?"
He said turning around, to face the girl who had just kicked him out of his own home.
"I'm sorry, I-I I'm just worried about you,"
"You and I both know that, that is a load of bullshit Quinn, You hate my Boxing, because it doesn't give me the money to spoil you like you have been your whole life. I'm through,"
He saw tears in her eyes, normally he would comfort her, but not now. He turned around and started walking,
"Finn! Finn! Finn, I'm pregnant!"
He stopped dead in his tracks, and spun around. There were tears in her eyes, along with something else, something he couldn't put his finger on. He brushed it off. He was going to be late. He knew he was being a dick, but she kicked him out, and boxing was his life. So he threw the keys to her and said;
"Take the car and the apartment then. Leave my stuff by the front door, I'll be by later to pick it up, good luck."
And with that, he turned around and walked away. If he wanted to make it to the Factory on time he needed to get to the bus stop as soon as possible.