A/N: The song that Finn sings in the shower in this chapter is Evanescence's "Bring Me To Life." DISCLAIMER: I don't own the song. I only used its lyrics for the purpose of entertainment, in order to properly convey Finn's sadness. He already feels lifeless inside. Also, I would like to send out a special shout out to the FFnet user "noro" and then someone who reviews using the name "Guest"- you two have reviewed every one of my stories and stayed tuned with everything that I write. Thanks so much for your support :) Anyways, enjoy! ~Gleek4Eva101

The next morning, Finn woke up with a massive hangover—his head was pounding, his stomach churning rapidly, and he felt ready to hurl. Luckily, Kurt wouldn't be home for a few hours (Finn knew that he and Blaine liked to cuddle in bed during the mornings). He tried pushing himself upwards back onto his feet, but found that it was hard to walk. His legs buckling under him every few minutes as he swayed back and forth unstably, he stumbled up the stairs and into his bedroom. The moment he spotted the toilet, he puked into it, his head almost completely submerged inside. Finn barely remembered a single detail of the night before, other than that he had received a call from Puck about some new girl named Rachel. It didn't seem important at all though, of course, for Puck was always ranting about wanting to screw random girls. And some of them weren't even the least bit pretty; sometimes Puck merely wanted them to get laid for a night, and would only choose them for their boobs or something. Besides, for the past four years, Finn had only had eyes for Quinn. He barely would have noticed if Charlize Theron, the gorgeous famous blonde actress, kissed him, because it was all about Quinn in Finn's universe.

Quinn had always told him that they were meant to be, and that they would last forever. Together, they had won junior prom king and queen, and it brought Finn more joy than he had ever thought possible. He went as far as imagining their future engagement and wedding day. After all, he had thought, they were the perfect, typical couple—the two most popular kids in the school who would go on to grow old together. He could simply take over Burt's tire shop and Quinn could be some sort of agent or businesswoman, and they would live happily ever after. Now, Finn realized just how much of a fool he had been, and the thought of being stuck in Lima, Ohio working to fix cars for the rest of his life, alone, only made him depressed. Maybe when he had Quinn and football, it all sounded like an ideal fantasy to him, but now he realized that it was exactly that: a fantasy, and nothing more. And what else could he possibly do with his life? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Once he was done puking, Finn stripped away his clothes, and jumped into the shower. He tried imagining that he was washing away his shame, sadness, and dishonor along with the stench of puke and alcohol, but it was no use. Those were things he was burdened with, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to find a way to shake it off. As the water flowed over him, he began to sing. He often did so in the shower, to help him find an outlet for conveying his feelings and releasing some of the pain built up inside.

Bring me back to life,

Call my name and save me from the dark.

I can't wake up!

Wake me up inside…

He tapped his foot to the rhythm and began to lose himself in the music. Singing always made him feel a hint of pleasure. Music and alcohol—his two great escapes. When he was finished washing up, he hopped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. Finn stared into the bathroom mirror at his reflection, trying to catch a glimpse of the happy, extremely lucky boy that he had been not so long ago. However, he found nothing. As he stood there, cold, wet and naked, he heard the little melody of his phone indicating that he had just gotten a new text.

Sup dude. U feelin bttr? So tht Rachel chick came over again dis morning wid her dad, and I asked her out, and she fucking said yes! I wana c her tits. Bare. Only prob wid her is she calls me Noah. Damn.

Finn laughed slightly—his friend's constant profanity was sometimes amusing, and despite his own personal issues, he was glad that Puck seemed to be so happy. Even though Puck would probably just dump the girl after screwing her…but whatever. At least Puck was constantly smiling and lived a life completely free of worry. He was still on the football team, and was totally a stud who could get any girl he wanted. Not to mention Puck had plans for expanding his pool business in CALIFORNIA after high school. That was a hell of a lot more than Finn had planned for himself. Slowly, he began typing up a reply to Puck's text.

Awesome! N thx, I'm feelin much bttr. Terrible hangover tho. Needa eat sumthin n take an advil. Hav fun on ur date, when/where is it?

Puck replied only a few seconds after.

Hangovers suck, bro. I feel ur pain. And date's out to eat ice cream after dinner and watch a movie tonight, but we all know it'll end up in my bedroom ;)

Finn felt himself becoming nauseous again, although he couldn't tell if it was from the hangover or from the tiny jealousy he felt at Puck going on a date. Quinn and him had gone out for ice cream a lot...and a movie…and they sometimes did end up in his bedroom. Oh, damn, the way she stared up at him with those eyes…

He shook his head quickly to make the memories go away, and then responded to Puck's text once more. He knew he couldn't take another second of talking about dates, though, so Finn told him that he had to go.

Puck u r such a sex animal.. lol but I hope u enjoy urself anyways. Gtg cya l8r

With that, Finn shut off his phone and shoved it into a drawer of the nightstand by his bed. He knew Puck would probably reply to his "sex animal" comment with something very explicit, and Finn definitely didn't want to think about dating or sex at the moment. His headache was growing worse with every minute, so he popped in some Advils and then went on to make himself a sandwich. Finn was surprised by how starving he was; he finished his meal in under five minutes. When he was finished, he desperately needed something to wash it down with.

He went over to the fridge and scanned the contents inside. He was about to reach for the carton of orange juice when Burt's beer supply on the shelves of the door caught his eye. They were so tempting, standing there with their perfectly shaped brown bottles and liquid inside, just waiting to be guzzled down. Before he could stop himself, Finn grabbed a bottle and began drinking, all over again.