*Hi again! So, I'm actually really enjoying writing Fuinn stories! They're really addicting! Anyways, I'm kind of thinking of making this multi-chapter of Fuinniness for season two, so review if you liked this! Oh, and also this is set during the first football game of season two and is in third person P.O.V.*
The whistle blew over the roar of the audience and Finn immediately trotted over to Mr. Schue in the stands, with Mike, Sam, and Puck not far behind. The three members of the small Glee Club had always preferred their leader rather than crazy Coach Tennaka. Finn didn't want to push his luck much with Coach Beiste either. She had already kicked him off the team once, he didn't want that again. Also, Finn was willing to do anything to get Sam to join Glee. If it means helping him look like the star in a football game, so be it.
"The first half's already over and we're down six nothing!" Puck ranted, impatiently tapping on the bright red football helmet tucked under his arm.
"Guys, you can do this." Will assured them.
"Sorry, but I'm not seeing how right now." Sam spoke up. Finn turned his brown eyes up to their teacher in a silent desperation to not screw up their chances with Sam. Mr. Schue seemed to get what he was saying and nodded a bit.
"Mike!" The Spanish teacher called. The Asian boy snapped his head up from the ground to look at him. "What's the saddest you've ever seen someone?" Without hesitation, Mike answered him.
"My Mom at Grandma's funeral last month."
"Good. Sam?" He asked the blonde boy. Unlike Mike Chang, he took a moment to answer.
"My little brother." He began, "When his goldfish died a couple days ago." The educator nodded slightly and then pointed to Puck. The delinquent looked at his cleats while responding.
"When I was eight and my dad got sentenced to three to five. I...saw my mom cry for the first time." It wasn't exactly a clear answer, but then again Puck was never one for emotional stuff. The group got the gist of it anyways.
"Okay, Finn?" Will asked. Finn's head started working at the speed of light trying to figure out what to say. The thing is, he knew exactly when the saddest he saw someone was. In fact, any moment when he and Quinn were together during her pregnancy could be classified as sad. He wanted to lie. He wanted to lie and say something nonsensical about his Mom or his uncle when the Raiders lost. But he knew that the guys would be able to tell if he was lying. He took a long, deep breath before responding.
"Quinn." He said simply, but then decided to tell a little backstory like the others had. "When she found out she was pregnant, or when the whole school found out." He let another breath escape his pursed lips. "Or when her parents kicked her out or when I found out she wasn't mine. Take your pick." He finished. Finn, too was looking at the grass by now. He felt Mike pat him on the back in a friendly manner. Silence resonated around the five until Mr. Schuester leaned into them and had his hands out in a "this is the plan!" way.
"I want you to play for them." The teacher said quietly. "I want you to play for those sad faces like you would do anything to turn them upright. Got it?" he asked them. Mr. Schuester's pep talk had instilled a strong determination in at least three of the four young men. They all began to jog back over to Coach except for Finn, who walked hesitantly in the back. Sam caught up with his fellow jock.
"I have a problem with this." Finn admitted, referring to Will's challenge.
"Why?" Sam asked. Finn kept it cool on the outside, but on the inside, he was gaping at the fellow. Why? Why? Because Quinn Fabray is a liar! She broke Finn's heart into a million little pieces, and he's just supposed to play a football game for her? He couldn't do it, not matter how many times he had before. He wanted to say all of this to Sam, but he knew that the linebacker wouldn't care for all of the details torturing the quarterback's conscience.
"Well, I'm in love with Rachel now." He said, looking expectantly at the bleachers for his petite girlfriend. She was there alright, but she wasn't cheering her boyfriend or waving excitedly to him. Unlike everyone around her, she was seated daintily on the metal bleachers, completely unaware of everything, including Finn trying to catch her attention. She was instead focused on painting her nails the newest shade of "Broadway Blue." It bugged him a little bit. I mean, he listened when Rachel went on and on (and on) about all of the flaws the newest version of "Wicked" on Broadway had, and he didn't fall asleep even though he really wanted to when Rachel was singing to him earlier! What? Her voice is really soothing! Would it kill her to at least look a little enthusiastic for Finn? Football was his love after all. Then he turned to Quinn, the Cheerios captain once more, as she threw her pom-pom clad arms up in the air, perfectly in sync with the cheerleaders a few steps behind her. A huge smile was plastered on her face that became absolutely genuine when she noticed her ex-boyfriend looking her way. Finn couldn't help but smile and nod a bit at her. She beamed brilliantly and went back to pom-pom tossing.
"If you didn't love her, Dude," Sam began, then broke into a full-out run to get back on the field. "You wouldn't have remembered how sad she looked!" He called. The boy stood dumbfounded at the advice of his team-mate. He looked back at Rachel, then to Quinn, whose cheeks were rose red when she met his gaze again. He couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful and happy she looked. Remembering how horribly sad and desperate she could look had officially set the fire in him. He put his helmet on and confidently strutted onto the field. He couldn't believe it, but he was going to play this game for her. For Quinn.
Three amazing touchdowns later, McKinley had won their first game of the season against all odds. Their team celebrated in different ways. Puck did his end zone dance, Coach Beiste high-fived all of the benched players, and Mike Jumped up and down while throwing up twin rock on symbols towards his excited Goth girlfriend. Finn, by instinct stalked over to the cheerleaders, where he would usually be greeted with a happy kiss from his girlfriend, but then he realized Quinn wasn't his girlfriend...Sam was still right though, he loves her. And right now he felt the need to let her know. Quinn turned her head to Finn, a huge grin practically covering her face, She jumped up and down and then leaped into his arms. Finn didn't object to that, nor did he object to her pressing her lips to his in celebration. They became immersed in the kiss and neither was quick to pull away. They savored the taste of each other, for it had been so long since they actually enjoyed kissing someone so much.
Only when the two pulled away had they noticed their mistake. Quinn's smile only faltered a bit, but Finn looked over to where Rachel was previously seated to try and figure out how much trouble he was in; But she was already gone. Finn looked down at Quinn, still beaming in his arms.
"I'm-uh...I'm sorry about that." She stammered, looking down at the teen's chest.
"Hey." Finn said softly, nudging her arm a little bit. She looked up at him with those beautiful eyes, and nothing was going to stop him from telling her what she needed to hear. "I realized something today. Even if I say I don't love you anymore, I'm lying. And, and if I say you broke my heart, it wouldn't matter anyways, 'cause all the little pieces would still love you." He said. Quinn's eyes watered immediately, and Finn got nervous for a second. But then, when she grinned from ear-to-ear and kissed him again, he knew that he said everything right...even if it was really confusing to him.
She looked at him afterward, with those shiny hazel eyes, and suddenly he felt like he had something to play for again.
*So do you guys think I should continue or leave it as it is? I have a few ideas if you all think I should continue, and I'd really love your feedback on them! Also, sorry for any misspellings. I had to use my mom's laptop which unfortunately doesn't have spell check. PLEASE REVIEW!*
