Finn stared at himself in the mirror. His hair was much shorter now and slightly spiked, which did make him look younger. He'd also gone to the mall and picked up more jeans and tshirts, which he knew he'd wear a lot.

A knock sounded on the door, making him jump. Finn walked over to the door and opened. "Hey, man, let me in."

Finn stared at Puck. The other man had shaved his head except for a strip of hair down the middle of his head. "A mohawk? Really?" he asked sarcastically as he stepped aside.

"Yeah. A mohawk is totally badass. I thought about it and realized we could both be jocks, football or basket ball or something." Puck replied, walking inside and sitting down on Finn's bed.

"So, you thought jock automatically equals mohawk?" Finn asked. "Cause dude, I'm not going to get a mohawk, no matter what you say."

"You don't have to. Besides, Puckzilla wouldn't be able to handle the competition if you had a mohawk."

Finn groaned. "Oh boy. Another stupid nickname? I thought Puck was bad enough."

"Hey, I've gotta build up a reputation - and background - for myself, remember?" Puck reminded him.

"So the best way to do that is to make up stupid nicknames for yourself?"

Puck rolled his eyes. "You're just not getting it, man. We're gonna be jocks, you and I, we need to be cool."

"Right."

"Look, you can either be the badass mohawked jock, or you can be the good-looking jock who's a bit slow. Which do you want?"

"How 'bout door number 3?"

Puck grinned. "Sorry. Those are the only choices. And, no, it wasn't my decision. That decision was made by our lovely director, Ms. Sylvester."

Finn groaned. "Fine. I guess I'll be the slow jock."

"Good decision. So, what's your story? Have you come up with one yet?"

"I guess. I figured I could be the orphaned son of Carole and David Hudson. He died in the war, and she died in a car crash."

"Yeah, that kind of story only works in a soap opera. Though, I like the idea of your dad dying in the war. Let's keep that." Puck said. "Alright. You're the son of David and Carole Hudson. Your dad died in combat when you were a baby, so you never knew him. Your mom got sick, we'll say cancer, so she sent you to live with your aunt while she's in the hospital."

"And where am I supposed to get an aunt? I don't have any family here." Finn pointed out.

"Hmm, good point." Puck replied. "Alright, here's another thought. How about we're stepbrothers? Your mom died giving birth to you, then a couple years later he met my mom, fell in love, all that good stuff, then he dies, so now you live with me and my mom."

"Yeah, did you forget your mom is dead?"

"Ok. You come up with something then!" Puck exclaimed.

"We could always be emancipated, you know." Finn said. "Maybe our parents were long time friends and they decided to move to a different country, Ireland maybe, but we didn't want to go, so they decided since we're almost adults, that they'd let us get emancipated so we can live by ourselves."

"That works, then. Let's go."

"Go where?"

"We gotta go to Lima and find a place to live, of course. Not to mention, we need the necessities. Food, furniture, that kind of thing." Puck reminded him.

"We're not packed yet, plus we don't have plane tickets."

"Sure we do!" Puck reached into his pocket and pulled out a small envelope. He opened it and showed Finn the tickets in it. "We've got two hours, so get packing."

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Thanks for the review/s. Hope you like this chapter.

I was off on the ages though. Cory Monteith is 29 while Mark Salling is 28.