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Chapter Three: Finn Hudson

"LIMA LOSERS, LIMA LOSERS!" The Razorbacks chant as they leave our field… as winners.

It sucks to lose, especially in front of the whole town. My Girlfriend, my mother, I feel like I let them down every week. This team needs to try harder. I… need to try harder. There is no way I'm gonna be stuck in this town forever. I am NOT a Lima Loser. At least that's what I tell myself. I might look confident and all but I have doubts about myself and my choices. Who doesn't?

I make my way to the locker to change out of my uniform and wash the failure off of me. There's barely a sound in there. Clearly, losing every game really beats the spirit out of us. Even Puck, my best friend, was unusually quiet, and he always has something to say. Quickly, the room empties and I'm left alone to shower. I didn't mind, I enjoy being able to think with no one around to bother me.

I grab my towel from my locker and head towards one of the shower stalls. After turning the water on I wait to step under until it heats up.

I wish there was a better way to make my mom proud of me, an easier way. I've always been good at sports, so football was a natural choice. A great choice if you think about all the possible scholarships I could receive. We weren't poor, but I know my mother couldn't afford to send me to college out of state.

Finally! The water's hot enough.

I step under the running water, having to bend my knees slightly in order to fit under the shower head. I loved being tall, the girls liked it. But, showering was always a small challenge.

The hot water hits my head and rolls down my face. I love how no matter how bad your day has been a good hot shower can ease your pain and make you relax… which I needed. I had so many bruises from tonight's game. My muscles begin to relax. I close my eyes and let my mind wander… And I can't fight this feeling anymore… My favorite song popped into my head, my father's favorite song. …I've forgotten what I started fighting for… I never knew my dad well, he was the drummer of 'Heartland' and was always traveling the country, trying to make it big. …Its time to bring this ship into the shore… Then, when George Bush, the first one, declared war on Iraq, my dad jumped at the chance to defend our great nation. …and throw away the oars… I remember the last time I saw him, he handed me his drumsticks and cassette, and he said never let the music die. But HE did. He was gone. …Forever.

Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore


"Finn!" My girlfriend comes running up to me as I leave the locker room.

"Hey, Quinn." I give her a soft smile. I lean down towards her for a kiss. After the shower, a kiss would be the next best thing to happen tonight. I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her close. She quickly pushes my hands away and looks up into my eyes.

"We need to talk. I was hoping you would win tonight because this would've been easier but I can't wait any longer." She seemed nervous, which made me nervous. Oh God I hope she's not breaking up with me.

I continue to stare at her, waiting in anticipation for her to continue. I could tell she was struggling.

"I'm pregnant," she said, tearing up.

What? I don't understand. I start to feel dizzy. I don't even know what my face could've looked like to her, but she was staring back at me waiting for a response. "Mine?"

"Yes its yours! Whose else would it be?" She snapped at me through her tears.

"But we never…"

"Remember the hot tub?" She cut me off.

I remember. It was last month at her parents house. We positioned ourselves in the hot tub so the water jets would be pleasurable to both of us while we were making out. It was Quinn's idea. With her being the president of the Celibacy Club, we couldn't actually have sex, but there were ways around it. I was suppose to stop if I came too close… but I didn't. But that still doesn't make sense to me. "But we had our swim suits on."

"Ms. Jeeves says that a hot tub is the perfect temperature for sperm. It helps it swim faster or something."

"Oh my god. Oh my god… Are you going get an abor…"

She shook her head and answered no before I even finished the question.

Quinn begins to cry. Full waterfall tears. She leans towards me and lays her head on my shoulder, holding me tight. I held her back. Through her tears she cries out, "I thought I had I chance of getting out of here!"

I stare into the night sky. Staring at the blackness, the loss of hope. Me too, Quinn… me too.


The weekend flew by fast. Not that I did anything. In fact, I stayed in my room so I could think, about my future, about Quinn, and about our baby. Baby… I'm still in shock. I can't believe I'm gonna be a dad. I don't even have a job yet! Could I even get a job at 16? How am I gonna tell my Mom?

Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby, So why don't you kill me… I continued getting ready for school. I threw on a white under shirt and tan cargo pants. …double-barrel buckshot… I moved on to my closet to grab a maroon striped sweater and my backpack. …Soy un perdedor, I'm loser baby, So why don't you kill me… I made sure to slip out of the house without my mother noticing. I just couldn't face her today.

Monday morning at McKinley was the usual. At least for everyone except me… and Quinn. I made my way to her locker. I hadn't talked to her all weekend and I have no idea what to say to her now, but I felt like I needed to say something. Of coarse I'll be supportive, at least more so than those guys on that Montel show, but it SUCKS that I have to deal with all this and I didn't even get to have real sex. Hmm, maybe Quinn will do it with me now that the worst has already happened.

"Watch where you're going, PIGSKIN!" Coach Sylvester yells at me as she slams me against the wall as she moves through the hall. Aww come on! My backpack slips off my shoulder as I slide towards the floor. I don't know how Quinn looks up to her. I grab my backpack and pick myself up. My head tilts up towards the school bulletin board and my eyes focus on a single word… GLEE. Normally I wouldn't have even cared but a chill ran through my body as I noticed it. I pay attention to chills. My Nana said that when you experience a chill, that its your body's way opening your mind to a different path… that or a temperature decrease. We do live in Ohio. …I can't fight this feeling anymore… I begin to think of my father again. Maybe Nana was right. Music made my dad who he was. Glee would bring me closer to my dad. To me being a dad. …and yet I'm still afraid to let it flow… But my team would never understand. My dad would've gone for it. This would make my mom proud too, maybe even soften the blow when she finds out Quinn's gone all preggos.

In a quick, almost thoughtless motion, I sign my name on the audition sheet.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Quinn practically screams at me from behind.

I spin around and see her eyes glaring at me. Her face in disgust.

"I want to do glee. It reminds me of my dad. And I'm gonna do everything I can to be a good father."

"And being part of Loser Symphony does that? People'll think you're gay Finn! …and you know what that will make me? You're big gay beard!" Quinn yells at me, quite seriously. She grabs the pen out of my hand and scribbles out my name.

"I'm not afraid of being called a loser. Because that's what I am. We all are, Quinn." And I walk away. I probably shouldn't have but I did. I'll talk to her when she cools down a bit. She gets that way sometimes.


As the bell rings to end Spanish class, Mr. Schuester shouts, "Finn! Can I talk to you for a moment?"

I get up from my desk, the other students passing by me to leave the room, and I make my way towards Mr. Schuester. I always get nervous when talking to teachers. Its like I know they know they're smarter than me. "Did I do something wrong?"

"I noticed that you had your name on my audition sheet, but it was crossed off."

"Yeah, umm…"

"Look, decide what you will but remember this, many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up." He gave me a sad smile.

"Thanks, Mr. Schue." I nodded my head and left his class.


I arrived to the auditorium late, while the auditions were going on. I sat down in one of the less than comfortable seats towards the back as some dark haired guy, Hank… I think, was singing a song about rainbows. Hank finishes and Mr. Schuester calls out a familiar name, "Rachel Berry."

I've known of Rachel since Kindergarten. I guess you can say we grew up together, just not in the same circles. I took the popular path and Rachel… well lets just say she didn't.

On my own… Her voice is so beautiful. Its almost as if she's singing directly to me. I scoot towards the edge of my seat and lean forward. …pretending he's beside me… She walked across the stage, spinning slowly. I never knew how nice her butt is. What am I doing? I lean back and straighten back up. It sucks being a guy sometimes. I just can't help staring… and imagining. …I love him, I love him, I love him… She finishes with holding a note longer than I can pee. This chick is cool.

"Finn Hudson." Oh crap. Why I am nervous all of sudden? I don't know if I can do this. Maybe Quinn was right. She says she right and I'm always wrong, but all girls say that, right?

I stand up and begin a shaky walk towards the stage. I catch Rachel's eyes as I pass by. She looks confused… and kinda pretty up close. I reach the bottom of the stage and I turn to climb up the short flight of stairs. As my feet step onto the actual stage I feel a sudden urge of power, adrenaline. Almost like the feeling I have during football.

I stand in silence. Taking it all in; the bright spotlight, the size of the theater. I can barely make out the faces of the few people sitting. I did make out one though, standing in the back near the exits. It was Quinn. I focused all my energy, all my love on her… and hoping to prove her wrong would be an added bonus. "I'd like to dedicate this to Quinn." I take a deep breath and begin.

Lying beside you, here in the dark… My voice comes out quietly at first but grows as I sense my dad with me. …Feeling your heart beat with mine… Maybe this is what I should've been doing all along. I'll never felt so alive and so myself at the same time. …softly you whisper, you're so sincere, how could our love be so blind… Still staring at Quinn, I think a see tears. I hope they are happy tears. You can never tell with girls. No, they have to be. I love her. …we sailed on together, we drifted apart, and here you are by my side… I lift my arms up and direct them towards Quinn. Now with tears filling my eyes. …So, now I come to you, with open arms, hoping you'll see what your love means to me… Quinn turns around and walks out of the auditorium. I guess they were sad tears. …Open arms

I finish and walk quietly off the stage, taking a seat in the front row. I can hear some applause, mostly from Mr. Schuester. He gets up out of his seat, turns around and faces me and the other students.

"Well done!" Mr. Schuester lifts his hands as if he were presenting. "Look around! You are the NEW DIRECTIONS! Rehearsals start Wednesday after school." He continues with shear excitement. "I look forward to seeing you all later!" And with that he leaves the theater.

I get out of my seat and start to leave as well. Blocking my way, the rest of New Directions is forming a makeshift wall. All of them scowling at me.

"This was a closed audition. What are you doing here?" Rachel snaps at me.

"We're all here for the same reason. Because we wanna be good at something."

"But you hate us, just this morning you and your friends threw me in the dumpster." Kurt jumps in.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I've change. I don't wanna be the kind of guy who drives around throwing eggs at people anymore."

"That was you?…" Rachel voice cracks with hurt.

"You and your friends threw pee balloons at me." Kurt filled anger, states with an edge.

"I know. I'm sorry. LOOK! That isn't who I am anymore. I'm tired of it. This is what I wanna be doing. I used to think this was the lamest thing on earth… and maybe it is. But it makes me feel alive and happy, and life is too crappy to turn away from things that make you happy." I hope they believe me. It is the truth after all. At least they're not trying to shoot me with their eyes anymore. "Besides, I got a great song for us to surprise Mr. Schue with."

"Ok… you're good, white boy. I'll give you that. But you better bring it." Mercedes directed more attitude at me than I thought was possible. "Let's do this!"


I'm still surprised by how much I'm enjoying this whole Glee thing. And I'm glad I convinced the other Glee clubbers to give me a shot. To show how capable we are, our first performance is ready to show Mr. Schuester today during our first official Glee club meeting.

We all gather in the choir room, waiting on Mr. Schuster.

"Well, Hello New Directions!" He comes into the room with a huge smile. "You guys ready to begin?"

Rachel stands up. "Actually, Finn convinced us to create a performance for you to showcase our commitment to working as a team, and as a thank you for bringing us all together."

"What?…" Mr. Shuester looks understandably confused.

"Just sit down and enjoy. We got this!" Mercedes orders him.

Mr. Schuester takes a seat and the music begins. Background voices fill the air with the beat, and as the guitar begins, chills run down my spine. I sense my dad with me again. Nervousness has gone and all I'm left with is glee. …Just small town girl, living in a lonely world, she took a midnight train going anywhere… I have found my place. Thanks Nana. And Dad. …Don't stop believing

We finish with a bow, Mr. Schuester wildly clapping for us. "Good guys! It's a 9, and if you wanna win regionals, we need a 10."

Quinn bursts into the choir room followed by Santana and Britney, both cheerleaders and Quinn's best friends.

"You have to audition for Glee club right?" Quinn asks and without waiting for an answer, the cheerleaders form a triangle with Quinn in front. …The moment I wake up, before I put on my make-up… What is she doing? I didn't know she can sing. That wouldn't hurt the baby right? …I say a little prayer for you… She isn't actually trying to join is she? Is this a dream? I reach over and pinch Lauren on the arm. She spins her head around, lifts up her arm and socks me in the shoulder…. Aaaahhh! Nope… not a dream.

They finish performing. I glance around and notice the surprised look in everyone's faces.

Quinn speaks up, "So are we in?"