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The hallway was deserted, the only two having a presence were the akwardly tall boy and the blonde with the beautifully swaying hair.

"Wow Finn, I've been waiting for so long for you to ask me out. I've honestly, like, been in love with you since we met in seventh grade."

"Really? I never thought you were that into me. I wish I had the guts to ask you out sooner Quinn."

"Well, at least we're together now." she breathed as she pulled his head down to hers by the sides of his face. Their lips met right in the middle and Finn felt his heart leap right out of his chest. It was too perfect… or at least it was before she pulled away and splashed a bucket of water in his face. What the hell?

His eyes immediately opened and filled with dripping water from his forehead. He rubbed them then slicked his wet hair back with his hand. His whole face was soaking wet with cold water never mind his now damp pillow.

He sat up shocked from the icy water hitting him and looked around noticing that he was not in a hallway of McKinley but in his bedroom, then up at the pleased face of his mother who was putting down a bucket that she kept under the sink. Great, he had been dreaming. He felt the anger boiling inside of him.

"What the hell mom!" he shouted being very shocked and angry.

"Hey Finn, language. Don't forget who you're talking to." She reminded reprimanding him.

He let his temper cool off a little from the look he received from his mom and said, "Sorry but, why did you do that?"

She started to laugh softly then decided to talk. "Well, I've been trying to wake you up for the past ten minutes without any luck. I had to resort to desperate measures."

"Mom, it's Saturday. Why do I need to get up? It's still morning." He noted as he glanced over at his alarm clock on his nightstand which read ten o'clock.

"Hun, normally I wouldn't but your friend Noah is here. He got here about ten minutes ago and said he had to talk to you. I told him you were sleeping and to come over later but he insisted it was important. He was the one who told me to wake you up like this."

'Go figure. Puck would be the one with this bright idea.' Finn thought sarcastically. He was a little confused. What had been so important that Puck had to come over this early and have him woken up? "Okay, just give me five minutes to get ready. Tell him I'll be down then."

"Alright. I'll let him know." She said as she picked up the bucket and walked out of his room.

He wiped his face on his blankets, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and yawned groggily. He shouldn't be this tired considering it was mid morning already, but he had stayed up late thinking about Quinn, which was probably why he dreamt about her.

As soon as he got out of his bed, he noticed just how wet everything was. Practically all of his bed spread and his pillows were soaked, so he pulled them off of the bed and threw them in the dryer down the hall. Then, he went back to his room and got dressed.

After he was finished getting ready, he walked down the stairs and into the living room. Sure enough, there was Puck lounging on the coach with remote in hand and one foot resting on their coffee table. Normally, this would be rude but he was practically family. Puck and himself had been good friends since elementary school when they met. It had been a ritual of theirs to hang out at one another's house on Saturday mornings to have cartoon and cereal marathons growing up, so he was pretty comfortable here to say the least.

When Finn made his way over to the couch, Puck shut off the TV and looked over at him. "Hey man, why is your hair wet?" he asked cracking himself up.

"Yeah, yeah, ha-ha, laugh it up Puckerman." Finn retorted thinking, 'what a dick' while rolling his eyes then joined with an 'I can't believe you' smile. They did their signature handshake and Finn collapsed onto the couch next to him.

"So what was so important that you had my mom dump water on me, which was freezing by the way." he asked punching Puck's arm.

"Come on. Let's take a walk." He said as he got up from the couch and made his way to the front door. Finn just watched him while he moved across the living room. "I said come on." Puck repeated with a slightly annoyed tone.

Finn just sat up and started following him walking out the front door. He yelled back into the house, "Mom, I'll be back later!" and continued out.

They had been walking for about fifteen minutes when Finn finally asked where they were going.

"We're going to the sports park. We have to warm up that arm and get it into better shape than it already is." Puck said pointing at Finn's right arm.

"Why?" he asked being very curious.

"Well, I got a call from Mike Chang, who heard from Matt Rutherford, who heard from one of the seniors on our team, who heard from one of the coaches, who heard from the medic," Puck paused for a second to take another breathe then continued. "that Jack broke his leg and got a concussion in last night's game and is out for the rest of the season. That's why I came over."

Finn's face contorted into one of shock. "You're kidding?" he asked still unable to believe that super-human Jack Clintson had actually gotten extremely hurt.

"Nope, not at all… It looks like you're going to have to take his place. Congratulations to our new starting QB, and being the new quarterback, your popularity is going to sky rocket. Now, people will actually know you, they won't have to associate you with me." he pointed out chuckling while he smiled and patted Finn on the back.

"Wow." is all that came out of Finn's mouth. He was shocked. It took a few minutes to set in but then he realized what was actually happening.

"Holy crap! I'm the new quarterback." he shouted happily.

"Yep, so that's why we're going to toss the ball around for a bit."

Once they got to the park, Puck had found a football lying in the grass and they started to play for an hour without too much talking that didn't relate to football, that is, until Puck brought up one of his observations.

"So I saw you talking to Santana last night." he said throwing the ball back to Finn. "What about?" he asked with a hint of jealousy in his voice. Finn knew Puck really liked Santana. He was always talking about her and how unbelievably hot he thought she was.

"Oh, nothing much. She, uh, she wanted to hang out with me."

"And? What did you say?" Puck asked, now holding onto the football and refusing to throw it back.

"Uh, well," he had to think for a second. "Actually, I didn't answer her. I just kind of walked away."

Puck looked a little relieved at his answer. What kind of guy would want to see his best friend with the girl he liked? "So, why'd you walk away?"

Finn didn't take long to answer. "I was going to talk to Quinn Fabray." he responded with his accompanying signature grin.

Like Finn, Puck wasn't too bright, you know, a few cards short of a full deck, but he even caught onto the huge grin that was Finn Hudson. "Reeally? So you're into her." he stated; he didn't need to ask.

"Yeah. She's awesome. Like, she's so great. You know, she's smart, way beautiful, and really nice..." He paused for a few short seconds. "She's the only girl that makes my heart beat fast and slow at the same time."

Puck just stared at Finn without a word. He never really saw girls like the way Finn saw Quinn. He only saw them as just hot, sexy, and bangin'. "Wow…" he finally started as he watched Finn smile even brighter and look down like he was thinking to himself. "That... is the gayest thing I've ever heard." Finn didn't look phased by his coment, so he continued, "Gay, gay, gay, and gay." he finished laughing so hard that his face turned beet red and his eyes started to water.

"Hey, whatever man." is all Finn said, just blowing off Puck's comment.

After he finished hysterically laughing, Puck asked, "So anything happen with her?"

"Well, we talked for a little bit. She said I was really good in the game and that we should hang out. Then I had to go to the locker room and remembered we forgot to make plans, but when I went back out for my water bottle I forgot on the benches, I found a note she left me with her phone number saying to call and make plans. I think I'm gonna do that today."

Puck dropped the football back down to the grass and began walking towards Finn now. "Oh hell no dude! You never call a girl right away after she gives you her digits. You have to wait a minimum of 48 hours. If you don't wait, you'll look extremely desperate. Didn't you ever learn anything about chicks?" He thought about what he just said and quickly added, "No, no of course you haven't."

Finn never really thought about it like that. He really liked her and wanted to spend time with her, but he didn't want to look needy. "48 hours?" He asked.

"Yeah, you know, two days."

"Oh, okay." he said still looking a little confused.

"Listen bro, just take my advice and you are going to do fine." he finished slinging his arm around Finn's neck.

That night, Finn found himself in a huge match of Halo on Xbox Live. He had to find ways to distract himself from calling Quinn. It had been torture to resist but what better way to do it then blasting off alien heads with plasma guns with friends for five hours straight.

"Alright, Mike and Matt, you guys take the left bridge then shoot a plasma beam up into the sky so we know you made it to the other side." he spoke into his headset.

"On it!" he heard Mike's voice back through the headset.

"Okay, me and Puck are gonna take the middle bridge and set up some shields for when the place is crawling with Flood. I need Dave and Azimio to take the right bridge."

There was agreement in unison and they continued to play for at least another two hours before the list of people started to sign off.

TheAsianAttack has signed off

MattyMattRuths has signed off

D-MAN KAROFSKY has signed off

ThePuckanator has signed off

Azimio25 has signed off

SharkFinn05 has signed off

He turned off his Xbox, threw his head set and controller on top of it and fell back onto his bed. He laid there on top of his newly dried blanket with his eyes shut. He was trying so hard not to pick up his phone and even text one Quinn Fabray. It was then when his phone buzzed on the nightstand and Finn jumped up, grabbed it, and flipped it open to read the text message.

Finn, don't do anything stupid.

-Puck

He sent it to make sure Finn wouldn't do what he was thinking and call Quinn now that he didn't have anything to occupy himself.

'Yeah, famous last words.' Finn thought as he fell back down to his bed.

I stole some quotes from the movie "The Hot Chick" by the way so if you felt like you've heard them before, that's where they're from. Also, sorry for my terrible Xbox names. I lack creativity. I wanted to thank a person for Finn's screen name though. I remember reading it once from a story a while ago but I don't remember who wrote it, so thank you who ever you are. Lastly again, please continue to read and review. To everyone that has stayed faithful to this story, you're awesome!