Sorry if people noticed spelling/grammar mistakes. I'm not a writer so my spelling isn't all that great. I am looking for a BETA though but I have no idea how to go about all that.

Anyway, here's chapter two- I hope you enjoy!

Being a millionare, people expect me to have changed. To have suddenly become an insufferable nightmare (big word there, thanks Anne-Marie for teaching me that word!) and to have completly abanded everything from my past. I haven't. Yes, I have money. I'm proud of myself. I have a nice house, three cars and I go on holidays five times a year. Yes, i was in the Forbes Top 500 richest men in the world last year and I'm so very proud of that acheivement- there isn't many former Lima residents who can say that. But essentially I am still me- I am still Finn Hudson, the awkard Frankenteen. I still have my moments of dizziness and I still have my moments where all I really want is a nice hug from my mother because surely hat will make everything better?

Money isn't everything. It's bloody brilliant- don't get me wrong. I like having money and I'd never complain about being rich because it's something I have worked towards and quite frankly I have worked my arse of these past couple of years so I pretty much do deserve the money that I earn. But I really agree with those who say that all you need is love. And it's something that I haven't found yet.

Yes, Anne-Marie is beautiful, but would she really be interested in me if I wasn't loaded? Would she want me if I just Finn Hudson the Lima loser? I think not. Because Anne-Marie, although spectacularly awesome, is driven by money.

My money.

She doesn't have a job yet is always kitted out in the latest fashion accessories. She doesn't contribute to the bills but she is always the first in line and there when the banks open to spend my money using my credit card. And I allow it go on because I love her.

At least I thought I did.

Because lately, I have been questioning everything when it comes towards love and Anne-Marie. We do have an amazing life together, and we have a brilliantly hectic sexual and social life. And we have had quite a brilliant 3 and a half years together. I think she is expecting me to propose to her soon. Actually I know she is expecting me to propose because of all the hints. "Jamie and Belle are engaged and they are two years younger then us" and "That ring is AMAZING. It would look great on my finger!". She could'nt be anymore blatant if she tried.

But I put up with her because I need someone in my life. I need to feel loved. And I do think, despite it all, that she does love me. But honestly I don't think I love her. I think I just like having her company. We're basically just friends with sexual benefits. I see her as someone to fulfill my sexual needs and she sees someone who has a massive bank account.

Anne-Marie isn't in today and I have the day to myself. She's out shopping with her friend Belle who is a total, total bitch. I can't stand the woman- she makes me want to put my nuts in a blender and turn it on. And that voice- I have never known a woman with a voice as squaky as that. It's like- do you talk like that because of a speech impediment or because you've never had a good, hard shag?

I'm having a lazy day in. Maybe do some bills later, run some errands. Will be watching the Football later- Arsenal are playing and they are honestly like the greatest time in the history of football teams. Might be hitting the town later though if Brendan is around. Brendan's not a friend friend, just someone I go out with every now and again when I need to let me hair down. He owns a lap dancing club which does have it's benefits.

Just as I'm about to settle down and catch up on Hollyoaks using my Sky+HD box, there is a knock on the door. It won't be Anne-Marie because she has her own keys, and I'm not expecting Sholena, the cleaner, until tomorrow. It possibly might be a friend but they usually call if they are coming around for a beer. I get up of the sofa and walk over to door and answer it. Honestly, if you asked me who I thought would be at the door this person wouldn't have even registed on my radar.

"Mercedes Jones?" I asks in complete shock. She looks stunning. Like, wow. She really has lots of weight. But what is she doing here? In London? At his flat.

"Finn Hudson" she smiles a white, toothy smile. She has totally had her teeth done but they do look quite spectactular. "Are you surprised to see me?"

"Completely" I replied honestly. "Come in, please, wow what a shock! Why are you here? You look amazing! Do you want a cup of tea? How are you!"

Mercedes laughed. "On your still the same old complicated Finn Hudson aer'nt you?" she smiled "To answer you- I'm here because I'm doing a promotinal tour in London and I knew you lived in the area. Like, your totally in the Yellow Pages which is quite dangerous, you know. Thank you, I know I look amazing. It's been hard work but I look even more fabulous then I ever did before even though I was pretty much hot stuff anyway and yes, I'd love a cup of tea- two sugars please, no milk and finally yes I am bloody brilliant thank you Finn!". She takes a deep breath, swaggers into Finns house and does a double take. "Bloody hell Finn you've done alright for yourself ain't ya?"

"You know, I can't complain" I smile back at her "Life's pretty amazing right now".

Mercedes sits down on his comfy leather sofa and takes off her very expensive Gucci leather jacket and places it next to her. She looks around the living area and comes across a picture of Anne-Marie. "This girl is gorgeous, is she your girlfriend?".

"Yeah, that's Anne-Marie. She's quite something" I say.

"She's a gold digger, you know" Mercedes states, looking at me as she pours hot water into a mug. "I can tell it. It's the eyes".

I very much doubt Mercedes can tell that Anne-Marie is a gold digger just from the picture on the cabinet but then Mercedes always was pretty much apt when it came to judging people.

"You know, Finn, we've missed you. You've gone completely off the radar since you moved to London".

I blush whilst bringing in Mercedes cup of tea. "And I've missed you all aswell. It will be pretty great to catch up next month. Assuming your going to be there?"

Mercedes laughs. "Oh Finn of course I'm going to be there. How silly of you! As If I'd miss the opportunity for a good catch up and free booze. It will, of course, be great to see the likes of Quinn and Tina and Artie who I haven't seen for a couple of months. And you know, Kurt is looking forward to it aswell. He's had it rough the past couple of months".

The air goes quiet at the mention of Kurts name. I'm not quite sure what I'm feeling expect as soon as Mercedes mentions Kurts name and hurt in the same sentence a funny tingling sensation rings in my stomach.

It feels terrible. Then I wonder if Mercedes knows about what happened between Kurt and I before I left for London.. Then it's as if she can read my mind.

"Look, Finn, I know what happened between you and Kurt before you left for London" she says. She's smiling a little smile but I can tell that Mercedes is really thinking. "And I'm not going to lie and say everything was great- it wasn't- you know Kurt was really in love with you and you done something horrible by sleeping with him. I honestly think that if you hadn't had sex with him he would have got over his crush and he would have been ok with you leaving for London. But alas, he didn't cope for a couple of weeks then he realised that he couldn't spend his life mourning the loss of a guy who basically treated him like crap".

It shouldn't but the words really hurt.

She continues "But Kurt's happy now despite everything that's gone on. Did you know that his Dad died?".

I gasp then Mercedes realises that I did, infact, have no idea.

"Well, yeah, he passed on six months ago. Heart attack. Kurt was devastated but he had Quinn and I keeping him company for a while and his passed it now. Still thinks about him all the time though which is usual. And his boyfriend Sam turned out to be a loser who used him for sex. He ditched Kurt when something else came along. And Kurt lost his job as a Personal Assistant".

I sigh. "What did he do? He must have been gutted".

"He cut up all his client's clothes because he apparently had a fashion taste that Joan Rivers would have been proud of" Mercedes smiles "He's still the same old Kurt".

"Is he.. you know.. dating?" I ask cautiously.

"Not that it's any of your business, heartbreaker, but no Kurt is not seeing anyone".

For some bizarre reason I feel strangely pleased to hear this.

Wow that was pretty long, yes? LOL. Next chapter will see Finn being reunited with Kurt, Quinn and Puck!