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And don't worry. I am all about Finchel, but it's called happy endings for a reason! Why not have a lot of angst along the way!
He stared out of the window. It had been 2 years. 2 years since the worst day of his life. And he was still too stubborn to do anything about it.
"Fuck Hudson". He thought to himself. "How did you get such a mess?" He was brought out of his thoughts with a loud bang.
Turning around, he was faced with the poker faces on 15 kids all looking far too innocent for their own good.
"Own up...Now" Im warning you. I am NOT in the mood for this today guys".
The class eyed each other warily. As teachers go, Mr Hudson was alright, he let a lot slide you could talk to him about stuff, but they knew not too push it on bad day. And today was one of them.
"What do you mean Mr H? We were just waiting for you to come up with more examples or Broadway stuff we can study. Nothing happened. Maybe you're hearing things, all that drumming and that".
Not really listening to who actually answered him, he shrugged the noise off. Any other day he would care more but he just wasn't listening or caring.
God. It was bad enough he was the music teacher that wasn't paying attention on the faculty meeting and got assigned the broadway lessons. Apparently living there for a while and everyone knowing his "wife" was a broadway know it all made him the expert. Could this get any worse? He hated the place and everything about it. There was a time he would have taken such an interest.
He went to speak again but was cut off by the bell. Peace at last. Nodding the last of the class out of the room, he packed up his things and headed home. Thank god it was Friday and didn't have to do this for two whole days.
Home, if you could call it that was currently his personal hell. Living with Kurt and Blaine isn't exactly what he pictured his life to be, but it could be worse. It could be his parents. That was too much for one man to take. Banging in the front door, he waited for Kurt to run at him asking about his day. Instead silence. He wondered through to the immaculate kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. The door swung to a close and he noticed a note stuck to the front with a tiny heart magnet in swoopy letters.
"Hey Finn! Hope you had a wonderful day. Just to let you know that Blaine and I have gone away on a last minute trip down to the lakes! All Blaine's idea. Miss you and have a fab weekend! Look after yourself, ring me for anything! Love Kurt".
Wondering into the living room, he sat on one of the new couches Kurt insisted on buying a few months ago as they matched...matched something? Finn couldn't remember. He was a guy,he wasn't expected to know. And the last time they discussed decor, well that hadn't gone to well.
He flicked on the TV. An advert started with the familiar tune. He would know it anywhere. Defying Gravity. GOD what was with Broadway today? It was following him everywhere, a constant reminder of her.
Rachel. The love of his life, his soulmate, his best friend and more importantly his wife. He twisted the simple silver band round his wedding finger. He forgot he still wears it. Its part of him, Just like she should be. But because he is seemingly an idiot, shes not where she belongs. Or she is and he is the one thats missing.
He can never forget that day. Where it all went wrong. He had never seen her like that and left? She still doesn't know why he ever did. His mind crept him back to that fateful day...
...Sitting in the airport departure lounge alone was not supposed to be part of the plan. They had never argued like this, he wanted to go back but something stopped him, She seemingly didn't want him there anyway. He stared into space and back at the clock over and over, willing for her to turn up. She never came. He walked onto the plane, not knowing whether this was the right decision or not. He sat in his seat and just stared at the empty one next too him. This was all wrong. He would be coming back anyway in a few days. She just needs time.
When he arrived home to Kurts beaming face , he just broke and cruppled to a mess at his brothers feet. They just managed to get him home before he went straight to bed, not wishing to talk to anyone about why he was hear alone. His silence was enough for them to know.
A few days turned into a week, which turned into a month. She wouldn't answer any calls from anyone. Even Quinn had tried. It was no use. He waivered. Maybe he would go back and this would be fine. He couldn't. If she wanted him, she knew where he was.
She never came, and two years later here he was. in Lima. Fucking Lima. He knew he was a Lima Loser and she was the broadway star. She was probably picking up awards, red carpets, fans worshipping her. Him? Stuck living with his brother and not really doing much with his life.
His stomach rumbled, stirring him back into life. He went to search the cupboards for something he would be able to cook without burning, then suddenly remembered. He was on his own for the first time in 2 years, Now his family decided he was stable enough to cope on his own without breaking down every time he saw something that reminded him of her.
Slowly a smile creeped up on Finn's face. A whole weekend?. What was he gonna do? Nothing, He was gonna sit and chill out. All weekend.
Little did Finn Hudson know, that is exactly the opposite of what he would be doing.
