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BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP...

The obnoxious beeping from his alarm clock grew louder and louder after every beep he let pass. Sometimes he thought the beeping of the alarm clock was worse than his mom waking him up, and then he re-thought about it and changed his mind. 'No, mom's definitely worse. She dumps water on you.' he reminded himself still laying dormant under the covers. He assumed it would be in his best interest to get out of bed before his mom came up.

He fluttered his eyes open and blinked a few times making sure to stay awake and tried to fight the forces of falling back asleep but the force was strong. He couldn't resist the heaviness of his eye lids but he knew he couldn't fall back asleep with the constant high decibel beeping, so he stuck out an arm from under the warmth of his blankets and fumbled around for the snooze button for a few seconds until he found it and successfully shut of the alarm.

It wasn't too long after that when he heard his mom push open the door of his room.

"Finn, time to get up. It's Monday which means you go to school." She stated while picking up the dirty clothes that Finn liked to fling on the floor instead of in the hamper.

"Mm hm. Yep, I'm getting up right now." He announced sitting up from his pillow. Of course he wasn't really going to get up but he had to look like he was while his mom was in his room.

"Okay Hun, I'll have breakfast ready for when you get downstairs." She mentioned as she left his room carrying the laundry.

"Alright, thanks mom." He replied watching her leave. As soon as she turned the corner he fell back against the sheets and shut his eyes.

It was weird because his mother must have a sixth sense for these kinds of things because she came back upstairs not two minutes later, stomping this time, carrying the bucket from under the sink, like she knew exactly what he planned on doing. Finn had just opened his eyes in time to see her come into his room, bucket in hand, with the sloshing sound of water being extremely audible.

"NO, NO MOM! I'm up, I'm up! Getting up right now!" He shouted with a hand up waving right before she was about to greet him with the ice cold splash she had Saturday morning.

"Just making sure." She said presenting a big grin with success on her mind. She knew he'd get up this time being aware that she would come back with water, therefore she didn't feel the need to stay and make sure he got up so she quickly and happily left the room.

He threw the blankets from over him to the side of the bed, slowly sat up, smacked the top of the alarm clock to shut the annoying beeping sound off that had just come on again out of its snooze, and sat there for a minute since it was only 6:15. He always had to get himself adjusted in the morning to prepare him for the start of the day which included yawning until his jaw was sore, stretching out his muscles, and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Once he found the strength to stand up, he thought about making the disheveled bed but decided against it and just went on getting ready for the day.

After getting ready, he went downstairs to the kitchen. His mom was setting the table. She laid down a bowl of his favorite cereal, Coco Puffs, and a blueberry muffin, also one of his favorites. He walked to the fridge with a glass and poured himself some Sunny D and sat down at the table.

"So Sweetie, let's talk!" she said excitedly.

Oh god, the 'let's talk' line. Whenever a mom wants to talk it's always about something embarrassing or pointless.

"Uh, no thanks mom. I just kind of want to eat." Finn refused while grabbing his spoon.

"It isn't embarrassing or anything Finn. I wanted to congratulate you. How come you didn't tell me that your team's starting quarterback got hurt and you're it now? I can't believe the one game I miss and you get your big break. I shouldn't have agreed to show that house during your game." She looked upset. He could tell she was disappointed in herself.

He hated seeing her look like that. Ever since he was little and his dad passed away, he has always wanted to be the one to look after her and make her feel better even though he was the kid. "Oh don't worry about it mom. You're a real estate agent. That's your job, to show houses. Just promise you'll make the next game." He said smiling and sipping his orange juice.

"Of course Honey. I wouldn't miss your first game as a starting quarterback for anything." She agreed smiling from ear to ear. She looked up at the clock and noticed the time. "Finn, we ought to get going. You need to be in school in twenty minutes."

He nodded his head in agreement, finished his muffin, grabbed his bag and met his mom outside in the car.

When he arrived at school, he realized he had some time to spare before the first bell rang to go to class after looking at his watch. He really wanted to find and talk to Quinn. Puck had refused to let him for the past two days. For the rest of the weekend after their bro time at the sports park, he kept getting texts from Puck ranging from more subtle messages like, 'think about what I told you' to more extreme messages like, 'I swear to the sweet lord Hudson, if you call Quinn Fabray, I will not think twice before throwing you into a dumpster' but now he couldn't say anything since it had been over 48 hours.

He walked down the east hallway of the school. It was where Quinn's locker was. He didn't know that because he was a creeper though, like, he didn't stalk her out but he always saw her there on his way to his Spanish class which he had in that hall.

Like he had expected, there was Quinn leaning against her lockers, her back to his direction talking to Brittany. He started to walk up towards them as Brittany saw him and waved.

"Hey Finn, bye Finn." She said in one quick breathe and began to turn away from him and Quinn.

"Britt, where are you going?" Quinn asked.

"Oh, I have to go feed my cat." Is all she responded with and winked quite noticeably at Quinn thinking she was subtly helping her out.

Finn suppressed a laugh at Brittany's actions and watched her walk away.

Quinn turned to Finn and giggled a little herself. "Sorry about that, she thinks subtlety is her middle name." she told him with a smile.

"Yeah I bet." he replied laughing along. Then Quinn's face grew more serious.

"No, really. That's what she thinks her middle name is. She forgot what the S stands for."

"Oh." Is all Finn could say. He found it hard to believe that there was actually someone with a dimmer light bulb in their head than him. Then she just bursted out with giggles again. They laughed for a couple of minutes before she broke their laughing fit.

"So I never got a call." She said with a downcast expression.

He immediately went into defense mode not wanting her to think he didn't want to call. "I can explain that." He answered, wanting to get right down to the point. "I was talking to Puck," he was cut off by Quinn.

"Oh jeez."

"What?" he asked nervously.

"No it's okay, just finish." She said reassuring him.

"Okay, well, I was talking to him and he told me never to call a girl after she gives you her number for two days. I was going to call you on Saturday but he told me not to and kept sending me texts saying he would throw me in a dumpster if I did. He also might have mentioned that it would make me look desperate and needy." He finished looking off in another direction feeling self-conscious and not wanting to see her reaction.

She just started sweetly laughing, which was not the response Finn thought he would get. He assumed he would get a response more along the lines of, 'Wow you're ridiculous you dim-wit.' But she didn't look like she wanted to insult him.

He just kind of looked around being anxious until she started to speak again.

"Listen, don't take advice from Puck. I think we've both known him long enough to know there's a reason girls don't want a relationship with him." She told him still chuckling.

He shook his head in agreement letting her know that he knew exactly where she was coming from.

"I wouldn't have thought you were needy or desperate by calling. To be honest, I was disappointed you didn't."

"You were?" Finn asked quite surprised, not that he didn't have confidence in himself that a girl wouldn't care if he called or not, but he was mad at himself for listening to Puck.

"Well yeah, I was looking forward to spending some time with you. I mean, we've known each other for two years now and we've never really hung out outside of school together without a group of people."

"Well, would you want to do something Thursday night? I figured then would be a good time since we don't have to be at our practices." He asked hoping that she'd say yes.

"Thursday night sounds good." She said smiling at him. "What do you have planned?" she asked curiously.

"I guess you're just going to have to wait and see." He answered smiling with his dimples again.

"Okay then." she answered then looking at her watch. "I have to get going. I'll talk to you later." She let him know, figuring she wasn't going to get the answer out of him.

She closed her locker door, smiled and waved her fingers at him and disappeared around the corner.

Finn had been so excited and pleased with himself that he accidentally elbowed someone in the stomach from celebrating when he jerked his arm backwards with a fist thinking, 'Yes!' He quickly apologized and made his way down the hall.

At least Puck had come through with one thing he told him when they were at the park. As he walked down the hall towards his locker, he was getting high fives left and right, girls smiling and waving at him, and the occasional, 'You rock Finn!' or a, 'You're the man Finn!' from some random people. Was he actually popular now? One of the 'it' people?

Finn still felt bad that Jack had to get extremely hurt for him to be where he is now, but, it helped him get over the emotional guilt that was Jack by being top dog. People stopping him in the halls to congratulate him, girls screaming his name, and being able to hang out with Quinn Fabray, one of the most popular girls in their grade; he could get used to.

About half of the school day was over and it was time for his favorite period, lunch. He had just walked into the cafeteria when, go figure, Santana popped out of no where right in front of him. He jumped back a little being surprised.

"Oh-" he let out.

"Hey Finn. So I just wanted to stop and let you know that, I've forgiven you on your total lapse of judgment the other night at the game. I'm pretty sure you must not have understood where I was coming from, but I was asking you out." Finn opened his mouth in an attempt to say something but Santana wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise and continued. "No need to apologize though, I'm sure if you realized it you would have said yes. So I'm going to give you another chance because that's just who I am. This Thursday night, we should go on a date." She finished with a hand on his chest and the other stroking his arm.

He let his confused slash, 'you're kidding' face fall away and began to lightly laugh before saying, "Uh, sorry Santana, but I can't. I already have plans." This time, he didn't let her get a word in before he walked passed her to the lunch line. As he walked away he thought about shooting an apologetic look back but he figured it would be a bad idea. He could feel eyes burning through his back.

The remaining hours of the school day went by quickly and led to football practice. He had to work much harder now that he was starting, but he didn't mind. It was all worth it since it was the reason for his positive increase in reputation. He didn't get to watch the Cheerios as much either but he would occasionally steal a glance over in their direction and watch Quinn when he had the chance. It made it even more worth while when he would look over and see her returning his gaze.

"Quinn Fabray! I did NOT let you join my squad to slack off and stare at some neanderthal football player! Get back in formation!" he could hear Coach Sylvester yelling through a megaphone.

He was snapped back into his practice as well when a football that was being passed to him hit him right on the side of the head and bounced off his helmet.

Coach Tanaka's whistle blew. "Where were you on that one Hudson?" he screamed.

"Sorry Coach, just staring at beauty." He replied grinning not really caring that he was getting yelled at.

"Well get your head back into the game, literally!" Coach yelled before blowing the whistle once more.

Before he was about to run another play, he looked over at Puck who was shaking his head in a joking manner and mouthed, 'whipped' to him.

Finn just cockily smiled back and shrugged it off. Maybe he was, or maybe it was more than that.

"Hike!"

A/N: So I wanted to get this one out fast and leave people with something new to read while I was gone. I'm going on vacation and leaving tomorrow so I won't be updating for a week or two. Sorry :( but I decided to be determined and efficient so I wrote the last update then I wrote this one literally right after I finished the previous during my couple hours of free time yesterday. I hope this one was still good even though I didn't spend too much time writing it. Let me know if it's still quality writing. Leave every thought you have in the reviews please!