Alright so I started writing this in the middle of school and I'm having a really hard time writing in a pathetic mindset (as my loyal friends keep pointing out) and also, I was told that I wasn't "making Kurt gay enough." But Cheachxoxsbfflelikelegit is helping with Finns part. Let me know what you think and if anyone has any ideas on how to fix that, please, please, please review. Half of this was written by me, the other by Cheachxoxsbfflelikelegit. Finn is going to be a group effort. (: Reviews are love.

This is from Finn' POV.

I guess I should be relieved. I'll be able to go to college, get a good job. But I'll never know my baby girl. I've started forgive Puck. He's been my best friend for as long as I can remember, but what he did… I don't know. He's on thin ice.

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School at William McKinely has never been more stressful. My mom always said that junior year is the hardest, but this is a little much. Mr. Schue and Glee has made it a little easier. My friends have been so supportive, but I can tell they worry about me. The way they…Kurt…has been looking at me lately… I wish I was a better actor. It seems like my heartbreak physically hurts him.

I sigh as I close my locker and get ready to head to my first class. Quinn walks by and a song pops into my head.

So she's packing up to leave for good now.

Battle lines have been drawn out, love.

Stop it! I cannot be all angsty and depressed any more. I'm tempted to just bang my head against the lockers and scream "Angst!" You know, like Potter Puppet Pals... Okay maybe I'm more of a geek than I thought I was. God I'm really not looking forward to algebra. I'm really not that good at math. I find myself dozing off in that class a lot more now. The one class I can't wait for is Spanish, even though I'm not great at it but it's really the only class I have with Kurt other than glee. No I'm not saying that I "like-like" Kurt, but ever since the baby situation he's the only person I can truly trust.

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Could this day go any slower? It's freaking second period and I already earned myself a detention. I guess falling asleep in class is a bad thing. But really, when will I ever use any of this crap? I don't want to do anything involving chemistry. It's just too painful. Besides, my damn teacher can't teach anything other than what our notes say. I don't even need to show up to class. The notes are already written out!

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Yes! Saved by the bell! Heh. Kurt would be cringing right now if he was in my head and heard that cliché. He has, like, a personal vendetta against cliches. Speaking of Kurt, I have Spanish with him next across the school. It takes ages to get there so I should probably get going.

I wonder what Kurt is wearing today. I haven't seen him at all. He tends to wear things that err on the side of ridiculous but he always rocks it. I bet he could come to school in a garbage bag and still look cute - uhm I mean...well no. I meant cute. Ugh I can't believe I just said a guy was cute.

I walked into Spanish and looked around for a room. There was one open next to Quinn. She looked at me with hopeful eyes. Yeah right. I'll sit on the floor before I sit next to her. I looked the other way and caught a flash of a see-through rain coat and white skinny jeans. Kurt. There was a seat next to him. He was sitting with his back straight, legs crossed and his hands crossed on his knee. He had a smug grin on his face like he knew something that the rest of the world didn't. I wanted to know. I want him to tell me his secrets. That shirt looks amazing on him. It's black and long-sleeved and tight against his skin. He uncrossed his legs and unbuttoned his coat. He slowly removed it and placed it over the back of his chair.

"Finn, are you going to sit down or stand there all day?" I didn't realize I was gaping at Kurt until Mr. Schuester pointed out that I was just standing in the door. Now everyone's eyes were on me.

"Yeah, sorry Mr. Schue." I moved towards Kurt and sat next to him. He drew his breath in sharply as I sat down and recrossed his legs. I leaned over to him and whispered, "How did you get here so fast? You come from the same side of the school as I do and it takes me ages."

"Clearly, I walk faster than you, Finn." He smirked at me. I flushed a little in embarrassment.

"Maybe you should stop and smell the proverbial roses sometimes."

"Ugh seriously, Finn? Can't you come up with something better than a cliché?" Damn I know that boy well. See what iI mean about having a vendetta against them? Mr. Schue was calling us to attention so it was time to face foreward and be a good little schoolboy. *Gag.*

I keep glancing in Kurt's direction. He just looks so...good. Like seriously. I wish I could look that good sometimes. Well, I'm not really built properly to wear Kurt's clothes. It's just...he always seems like he doesn't care what people think. He's totally okay being himself no matter what. I wish I could be that confident. It's like he's always known exactly who he is and what he's going to do with his like. He's better than this cow town. He'll never stay a Lima Loser. He's got bigger things in store for him. I bet he has guys lining up to be with him. If I was gay, I'd be first in line. But there is no way that he would like me. He probably goes for people who are tough shit. I'm a mess.

I guess I need to work on my glances. Kurt caught my eye and smiled slightly, not breaking rhythm as he copied notes from the board.

Mr. Schue was going over whether to use "por" or "para." God, I hate school. Maybe I could convince Kurt to skip with me one day. I bet he's super cool to hang out with outside of school. Maybe we should hang out more. I ripped a piece of paper out of my notebook and scribbled a note to him.

Wanna chill after school?

Can't. I have other plans. Maybe some other time.

What are you doing?

I have to help my dad in the garage.

Maybe I'll stop by and see you?

You probably shouldn't.

Why?

"Kurt, Finn, is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class?"

"No, Mr. Schuester," we answered in unison. Kurt never answered my question.