I didn't say this in my first chapter but this whole story is my first fanfic. All of the stories will be in third person POV but focusing on one character in particular each chapter so I guess it's kind of the character's POV. Enough with all the confusing stuff...oh, and I don't own Glee...sadly.

Finn's POV

How could he not have seen all the signs? How could he have been so- so stupid! So naïve! So oblivious! So thick-headed! He knew he wasn't ever going to win awards for being smart and getting good grades, he knew he was barely passing to stay on the football team. Yeah, he wasn't extremely smart but even he though he wasn't so stupid as to not see this coming. Maybe he was foolish to believe the hot tub story and too simple to not notice how Puck would always rush to Quinn's aid when something happened to her. Maybe the little things like Puck and Quinn talking in the halls didn't set him off questioning but what about the day when they were baking and he had walked in on them with their faces literally inches apart? God, how dumb was he? Maybe if he had noticed this all in the beginning he wouldn't feel utterly stupid and embarrassed standing in front of Quinn, Puck, Mr. Schue, and the rest of the Glee club finally finding out the truth about the baby's true father.

"Is it true? – Just tell me if it's true." He felt like his eyes were going to explode with tears at any second. It didn't help to see Quinn's face already drenched in hers.

"Y-Yes it's true. P-Puck is the father." He saw more tears flow from her eyes.

Of course he was this stupid. "So-so the story about the hot tub wasn't true? You just made a-all that up?"

"Yeah, and you were stupid enough to believe it!" Shouted Puck. Obviously Puck had to get in a low blow, make Finn feel worse than he already did. Finn re-lunged at Puck ready to beat more of his face in like he had only mere minutes ago. He didn't get far before Mr. Schue stepped between them and held Finn where he was. Only hearing Quinn's voice again snapped him out of the thought of punching Puck's lights out.

"Finn, I am so s-sorry…." the rest of her voice was drowned out by her sobs and short breath.

He couldn't do it anymore. He had to get out of here. He couldn't be in the same room as her never mind looking at her without letting loose and crying like a little girl or wanting to punch his face off. He had to say something that would give him the opportunity to leave.

"You know what, screw this… I'm done with you! I'm- I'm done with all of you!" he said first pointing down Quinn then at everyone else; he had the right. They all knew the truth and were hiding it from him.

He let his last bit of frustration and anger out kicking Mr. Schue's rolling desk chair across the room and without looking back, stormed out the choir room's door.

As soon as he made his way down that hall and out the doors of the school he let his tears that he was fighting to hold back in the room, out. They slid down his face so quickly he felt as if he had already run out of tears but he was smart enough to know they would keep coming for hours.

He decided he would ditch the rest of his classes for the day and get out of school. He quickly paced out to his car, slid in, and started it, revving the engine a few times before he sped out of the parking lot.

The tears would not cease even a little while he drove. He wished they would, at least for a bit while he drove so he could see better than he was. He wanted to go fast and get away from the school as quick as possible. He knew going 20 over the speed limit would require him to have clear vision so one: he didn't crash and two: he could keep clear eyes for cops. They weren't usually on the road he was on, but with his luck today he wanted to make sure. The last thing he needed was trouble with the law.

Finn knew where his car was taking him. The extra speed got him to his destination in time that he wanted. He slowed down and took a right turn onto a dirt road, one of many in Lima, which would take him to his sanctuary where no one would think of looking for him. He knew he couldn't just go home, that would be the first place the other glee kids would search for him.

He drove only a short distance down the bumpy gravel road before pulling into an open grassy area and turning off his car. He hopped out and walked over to a small, old abandoned play ground and sat down on one of the swings. It was the play ground his dad would take him to when he was still a baby. His dad would hold him and they would swing together, or at least that's what his mom told him, but he believed her because it was only one of the very few memories he would be able to have of his father before he died in the Gulf war.

He sat on the swing as his tears started to flow back down his face. All he wanted to do was talk to his dad. He wanted to talk about his life and all his troubles, you know, the stuff he didn't want to talk about with his mom. For over an hour he sat there, cried, and talked to his father, telling him mostly about his most recent heart breaking news about the love of his life, Quinn, or at least who he thought was the love of his life. They may have been a cliché but what they had was real. He discussed the good and bad times, including the most recent bad time. After almost another hour, he seemed to have run out of tears for the time being so he said his good-byes to his old man, got back into his car, and set off for the night to go home. Surely his mother would ask him questions on his whereabouts from school and the past few hours but he was ready to go home.

Like he had expected he was met with questions from his worried mother as soon as he set foot through the door.

"Finn Christopher Hudson! Where have you been? I called your cell phone at least ten times after your teacher; Mr. Schuester called to tell me you left school suddenly."

"Did he tell you why?" Finn asked, hoping he hadn't.

"No, he didn't. He told me it would be better explained if you told me why. So just because I care for your safety a little more than I care why you left school, please tell me where you have been since you left school at eleven o'clock this morning. It is now six o'clock!"

"I spent a couple hours just driving around after I left school then went to the park dad used to take me to. I needed to be able to talk to him. It was important. It was something that I would have rather talked to him about than you, no offense mom."

"Honey you know you can always talk to me about anything."

Ugh… he hated it when she said stuff like that.

"Yeah mom I know that's how you feel but trust me, I just wanted to talk to dad about it. I feel better now so I'm just gonna crash early. I'm not hungry either so you don't need to make me anything."

"Listen Finn, I won't press you if you don't feel like talking to me about what happened, but just tell me it was important enough to get in trouble at school over because you know that's what is coming tomorrow when you get back to school and talk to your principal."

"Yeah mom, I promise it was very important. Just don't worry about it. Trust me, please." he asked his mom hopefully. He really didn't want to explain the heart-wrenching details.

"I do Hun. Goodnight."

"'Night mom," he said as he dragged himself up the stairs.

He shoved open his door, which he didn't remember shutting when he left in the morning. He threw himself onto his bed and looked at his lit up cell phone on his nightstand that he had left at home today. It had ten missed calls and a bunch of text messages. He scrolled through them all. They were all from different members of the Glee club mostly asking if he was ok and where he was. He didn't reply to those. He got to the most recent received message and read it.

Finn, plz call me wen u can. We rlly need 2 talk. - Quinn

As soon as he read Quinn's name he had realized that all of her stuff that was in his room from when she moved in was gone. He figured she came and got her things when he was at the park knowing he wouldn't be home. 'Man, she knew him so well', he thought to himself. It made him sad when he realized there would be no one sleeping beside him in his, what seemed big and empty bed in his newly big and empty room. He looked around the room one last time before averting his attention back onto the screen of his phone.

He stared at the text on the screen for probably a full ten minutes. His eyes were dry and they stung. He had no more tears to cry, he probably used them all up at the park, he thought. He didn't respond, all he did was think. He didn't know what to do.

A/N: I really enjoy writting Fuinn based stories so I know inspiration will hit for future chapters. I'm going to try to update as fast as possible but be patient with me. Thanks to everyone that has read my story so far and I hope you will continue to read. Reviews would be great so I know what would be good and not good for future chapters since I'm new at this. Thank you to the people that have already reviewed the last chapter. Reading them really gets my spirits up to keep writing. Thanks again :)