The New Kid Chapter 29, a glee fanfic

CHAPTER 29

And I miss the way you make me feel, it's real

We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill

Over the castle on the hill

Over the castle on the hill!

Finn finished singing Castle on the Hill by Ed Sheeran, and then took his 5 minute break. It was a sweltering hot summer day. Everyone on the beach was granted the blissful shade of palm trees or umbrellas, but unfortunately Finn wasn't. He was sweating bullets as it was almost mid-day. At least he had the next three days off. Apparently, the owner of the hotel was bringing a guest performer in for 3 days so Finn got three paid vacation days. He just had to finish the rest of today without getting heatstroke.

"I can't believe we're here!" Rachel cried, clapping her hands together as the Glee club entered the resort.

"WE'RE IN HAWAII BABY!" Puck shouted, eyeing one of the ladies who was walking by. She, like most of the ladies on the resort, was dressed extremely skimpily. Mr. Schue noticed his student and rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Puck. When you're done being creepy, let's go to our rooms. We have been given 2 large adjacent rooms so girls in one, boys in the other."

A server suddenly appeared next to them.

"Sirs, madams, can I offer you a refreshing mojito? Or something else maybe? It's a pretty hot day and we don't want our performers to get dehydrated. Our full-time performer said that it's really hot on stage." He said.

"Yes, I'd love a mojito, thank you." Sam said, smirking. Mr. Schue sighed.

"No, he wouldn't. He's underage. We're good for now. But would you please be able to show us where our rooms are?"

"Sure. Let's go!" He said. They all cheered and followed the bellhop through the resort. Along the way, the man pointed out the various restaurants, swimming pools, beaches and other amenities that the New Directions would be able to use for the next 3 days. They finally reached the luxurious accommodation building, where they were led into the elevator. As they ascended to the fourth floor, the man showed them the different places they could go to within the building.

"So the ground floor is the lobby." He said. "And the basement contains an indoor swimming pool. The first floor contains the business lounge and the games room. The third, fourth and 5th floor are the regular rooms. The 6th floor is all of the VIP suites, so please don't disturb that floor."

Suddenly, the elevator 'ding'ed and the doors opened to reveal the third floor. The New Directions were hopping around in excitement. The bellhop led them through the hallway until they reached rooms 316 and 317, two rooms that were directly opposite each other. Mr. Schue unlocked the doors and the teenagers raced in like little kids, and dived on the beds. In each room, there were 2 beds, a sofa, an armchair, and a floor mattress for them to sleep on.

"Wow, this place is amazing!" Mercedes squealed. Everyone agreed with her. Even Mr. Schue was in shock. They were in a 5 star resort for the next few days, and with all-expenses-paid.

"OK guys. Listen up. Why don't all of you change into your swim stuff and we can explore the resort, maybe swim in the pool or beach?" He suggested. They all nodded and, less than 15 minutes later, they were all in their swim stuff and were rearing to go. The guys were all wearing swim trunks and a t- shirt; Santana, Brittany and Quinn were wearing extremely skimpy bikinis under cover ups; the other girls were wearing more modest beachwear. They all went downstairs and started walking around the resort.

"Wow." Mike said, for what must have been the one hundredth time. They walked towards the huge swimming pool and the beach behind it when they started hearing faint singing.

You walked into the room and now my heart has been stolen

You took me back in time to when I was unbroken

Now you're all I want

And I knew it from the very first moment

'Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again

Finn had started to incorporate piano accompaniments into his playing. The resort had a keyboard on stage, and they had also bought Finn a keyboard and put it in his suite so he would be able to practise. Finn had also started writing his own songs with piano accompaniments rather than guitar. The song he was singing - Can I Be Him - was one of the songs he had written with a gentle accompaniment.

I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me

Like it was a private show, I know you never saw me

When the lights come on and I'm on my own

Will you be there to sing it again?

Could I be the one you talk about in all your stories

Can I be him?

I heard there was someone but I know he don't deserve you

If you were mine I'd never let anyone hurt you, no, no

I wanna dry those tears, kiss those lips

It's all that I've been thinking about

'Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again

"That singer sounds familiar. Is it like a celebrity or something?" Rachel asked, as they walked down the pathway towards the beach.

"Yeah, I know right?! He sounds so familiar." Tina commented.

I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me

Like it was a private show, but I know you never saw me

When the lights come on and I'm on my own

Will you be there to sing it again?

Could I be the one you talk about in all your stories?

Can I be the one

Oh, can I, can I be him?

"OH MY GOD! THAT'S…" Quinn started, but her voice trailed off. Finn was sitting there, alive and well, singing and playing the piano. That's why the voice was so familiar! When Santana saw Finn, her face paled, and she felt Brittany's hand slip into hers and squeeze it comfortingly. Santana hadn't seen or heard from Finn in ⅓ of a year. It had been a literal hell not knowing f he was alive, if he was homeless, where in the world he was. But he was sitting not even 20 meters away, slightly tanned and sunburnt but otherwise completely unharmed. Luckily, Finn hadn't noticed them yet.

Won't you sing it again?

Oh, when you sing it again

Can I be him?

Oh, sing it again, yeah

Oh, when you sing it again

Can I be him?

As Finn led into the final chorus of the song, he noticed a large group of people walk into the vicinity. He squinted his eyes to try and see what they looked like. They couldn't have been adults. They must be teenagers, Finn thought. There were 6 girls and 5 boys, he thought. Suddenly, the sun came out from behind a close and it shone on the faces of the group. Finn almost passed out and stopped singing altogether. It was the New Directions. The group of people he wanted to see least in the world. He had managed 4 months without speaking to them, but that was clearly about to come to an end.

"Maybe they didn't see me?" Finn told himself. Suddenly, Brittany raised a hand and waved. Fuck, they definitely saw him! He forced himself to finish the song.

I swear that every word you sang, you wrote 'em for me

Like it was a private show, but I know you never saw me

When the lights come on and I'm on my own

Will you be there, will you be there?

Can I be the one you talk about in all your stories

Can I be him?

[For the link to this performance, click watch?v=6JbSkivgBH8]

After he finished the song, and thus ending his set, the people lying in the deckchairs applauded and cheered. The ladies in particular loved it when he sang love ballads.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen! Have a good evening!" Finn announced into the microphone, and he descended the stage. A million different options ran through his head as he walked off stage. He could try and leg it back to his room - it might work but wouldn't be feasible if the New Directions were staying for longer than one night. He walked slowly to the bar, where he was quickly approached by the Glee club.

"One Guinness beer please." He asked the bartender and the man passed him an ice cold bottle of beer. Finn sipped from it gratefully. The sun was only just starting to set so it was still scorching. But more importantly, he needed the alcohol to get through what was to come. The New Directions finally made it to where he was sitting. Santana trailed to the back of the group as they all practically ran towards Finn.

"Hey guys." He said, nodding at them and sipping his beer. They looked at him, strangely.

"That's it? We don't see or hear from you for 4 months and all you have to say is 'hey guys?'" Rachel exclaimed. Finn shrugged.

"What do you want me to say? I didn't have a choice. I had to run - it was my only option. I made a new life for myself here."

"That doesn't explain why you didn't call anyone." Quinn pointed out

Finn looked right at Santana when he replied.

"My phone broke a couple of months ago. I bought a new one recently and I didn't have anyone's number."

Mercedes scoffed.

"You really expect us to believe that?" She asked.

"I really don't care if you believe me or not." Finn said tiredly. "I got this job 3 months ago, and when my phone first broke, I was homeless so didn't have the money to replace it."

Santana raised an eyebrow. She knew that he was lying. He had called her from a different phone before, meaning that he had memorised her number. And Finn was the most resourceful person she knew: if he wanted to make contact, he would have found a way to.

"So what exactly do you do here?" Mr. Schue asked, curiously.

"I'm the resort's singer. I perform for a couple of hours a day, and in return, I get paid a fair amount. I also get free accommodation in one of the 6th floor suites, free food, free drinks and free access to all of the resort's amenities."

Puck wolf-whistled.

"Damn. That's not too bad at all. I wish I had that job. Just drinking and hooking up with hot girls all the time." He said. Finn rolled his eyes.

"You make me sound like some kind of man-whore. Kinda like you really." He remarked and everyone laughed. "But I work for a living. I have to spend time learning songs, because I can't just play the same songs every day. I only really have like 3 hours to chill every day."

"Finn, come back to Lima." Rachel blurted out. "We got absolutely destroyed in Nationals. We need you in the Glee club."

Finn sighed and shook his head.

"Sorry, but I can't. I've got a pretty sweet gig here. I get practically everything free. I don't pay rent. This is a great opportunity for me to earn some money."

"So you want to stay in Hawaii for the rest of your life?" Quinn asked.

"No, but I can save money for me to be able to afford an education."

Mr. Schue nodded.

"Well, that's very responsible of you Finn, but don't you miss high school? You already missed half of junior year as it is, do you really want to miss your senior year?"

Finn sighed.

"Don't get me wrong, I'd rather be in high school. But I need the money. Sometimes we do things because we have to do them, even if we don't want to, right? Also, staying here actually gives me a place to live and gives me health insurance. If I went back to Lima, I'd have neither of those."

"Bro, you could live in one of our places." Mike said. "And you could probably get a football scholarship for college."

Finn smiled but shook his head again.

"Thanks man, but I think I'm gonna stay here. I'd be stupid to take the risk, in case it doesn't pan out. The last thing I want is to be homeless again. I'm sorry."

Please Review. Next chapter should be out today or tomorrow. Don't worry. Finn does come back eventually