Lauren / Finn – Death
Some people mourn the death of a loved one, the death of a relationship, or the death of a pet. But not Finn Hudson. He mourns all sorts of deaths, one of which being, in this case not too similar to the Grilled Cheesus case, the death of his iPod
Mind you, it was a very expensive, very new (at the time), very large-gigabyte, very handsome iPod; all 160 GB and chrome charcoal colored and constantly in a case to keep the mirrored back as shiny as possible. It held all 4,000-something songs of his, varying in artists and bands and eras and styles. It held about 1,000 movies, too; short music videos to skits to clips from TV shows and just about anything else that made Finn smile when he discovered it on YouTube.
It was half of his life, that iPod. It helped him memorize songs for Glee Club, it helped him study for tests or finish his homework, it motivated him to practice for football or complete something in gym class, and above all else, that iPod helped him through the sad times and the glad times, time and time again.
So when that iPod died – when its weakening battery finally failed and all of the information was lost and the thing refused to charge or turn on or plug into a computer any longer, and all while the warranty was about two years from being out – Finn cried.
He legitimately wept over the lost device, because he couldn't afford another and his birthday had already passed and Christmas is still so far away, and he had no job, so how was he supposed to get another? He still has all of the songs and videos on his computer, of course, but it's not the same as being portable! His iPod could record voice memos to help his scatterbrain remember things, and the notes (done via NotePad, thank you) were usually bits and pieces of review that he would check over before taking a test, to refresh his memory.
It was half his life, and now it was gone.
Finn cried and cried and no one could quite understand or begin to get him to tell them why. He looked pathetic and unlike himself and no one really knew why he was so devastated over something.
That was, so to speak, until one unexpected person got through to him.
"So your precious MP3 player died? Big whoop! Suck it up, Hudson; 's not like you lost CD after MP3 after boom box over and over again because your family hates your taste in music and your siblings think its fun to roughhouse all the time and break things. And it's not like you have to pay for it all with your own money. So who cares, all right? You'll get another one and everything will go back to normal. So stop your bitching and join the rest of this dumb club."
Lauren. Lauren Zizes. She snapped him out of him, made him realize what a fool he's being, and return to himself.
After Glee, he approached her with his half-smile and said, "Thanks, Lauren. You're right; I shouldn't cry when technology fails me. It can always be replaced, even if it's a little expensive."
She smirked. "That's right, Hudson. Now move outta my way."
And he did, but not before he lightly touched her shoulder in extra thanks as she walked by.