I'm glad that this story is going over so well with everyone. The feedback has been awesome. Thanks for being patient with me not updating for a bit due to my vacation. It was good and I had loads of fun, but I was excited to get back and start writing more Fuinn. I really wanted to do a background story where Quinn and Finn didn't date just to be the power couple but actually dated because they genuinely grew to like one other. Not saying they didn't like each other in the show but I wanted the beginning of their relationship and everything before that to mean something. Fuinn action on the show has been great by the way. Anyway… aside from my rambling problem that Finn and I both seem to share, here is the chapter!
Tuesday and Wednesday of that week seemed to take forever to go by. They were filled with school, which equaled boredom in Finn's mind, homework, which was pretty much pointless, and long, dragging hours of football practice, which he had to admit were good, but he found it incredibly difficult to keep his thoughts and focus on plays rather than on Quinn Fabray who practiced on the sidelines.
Finally it was Thursday and Finn was extremely siked. He woke up earlier than normal, too anxious to sleep anymore, even though sleeping wasn't really what happened. He felt like a little kid hyped up on caffeine and sugar all night long, only getting short periods of sleep because he was just too excited to keep his eyes shut any longer with the happy thoughts and anticipation for his "date" with Quinn. To be honest, he wasn't really sure it was a date though. They said they would get together and hang out but never classified it as a date, but he like to consider it as one.
Knowing he wouldn't be able to stay in bed much longer, he sat up from the sheets, rubbed his face and eyes, and even decided to make his bed since he was just feeling that good. He threw the blanket flat back towards the headboard and straightened the pillows on top. The finished product wasn't that pretty but it was a better look than his usual blankets draped from the bed to the floor and pillows sprawled each which way on top. He was proud of himself for it.
He then took note of the time displayed on his clock. 5:15 AM. He glanced towards his window that was still blacked out from the darkness of night. Yeah, he had got up super early but was in no mood to try and sleep, so he started on his morning routine.
He continued his morning routine by taking a shower, shaking out his hair and brushing his teeth. He crept quietly back to his room past his mother's knowing that she was still asleep, and got dressed into a pair of his best American Eagle jeans, his football jersey, and his favorite pair of Nike sneakers. He even put on his lucky pair of Power Rangers boxers, which he doesn't tell people he owns by the way, that he had worn during the day of his first game where he won it with his QB sneak. He figured he'd need them today.
After, he made his way downstairs to the kitchen to grab some cereal since that was all he could really make. It felt weird to him to come down to a dark downstairs since his mom was the early bird in the family and was always already in the kitchen with the lights on. No matter, he shuffled through the dark living room to the kitchen, only bumping into a few things on the way, and flicked the light to its on position as he watched the light come down from the ceiling and fill the room.
He had just poured himself his cereal and milk when he heard footsteps in the next room. His mom had woken up.
"Finn? What are you doing up so early? It's only ten of six." she questioned not sure as to why her teenage son that she had to dump water on to wake up the other day, was awake and dressed before her.
"Oh, I uh, I couldn't really sleep any longer so I just decided to get up." he answered staring at his mother's bewildered, tired expression. She looked like she had just rolled out of bed.
"Okay then." she finished still perplexed while she brewed some coffee.
The room was silent apart from Finn's crunching of his cereal while he ate it and the coffee pot brewing until his mother joined him at the kitchen table with her newly brewed black coffee.
Mrs. Hudson examined Finn's appearance, noticing some minor baggage under his eyes.
"How much sleep did you get last night Finn? You barely ever have bags under your eyes."
"Eh, you know, a couple of hours." he told her nonchalantly with an accompanying shrug.
She just sweetly smiled but it was more of a disapproving smile, if there was such a thing. Then she spoke. "Hun, you know you need more than just a couple of hours of sleep. You're a teenager, and teens need as much sleep as possible or else you all are complete cranky messes." she stated along with a little laughter.
He just softly smiled in return and said, "Yeah I know mom but I just had a lot on my mind."
"Oh?" she began. "And what possibly was so important that it could have been circling around in your thoughts that you couldn't sleep?"
He didn't answer but instead just blushed. Mrs. Hudson knew her son like the back of her hand and knew exactly what kind of thought had made itself a home in his mind. She didn't need much more than his rosy cheeks to connect the dots.
"A girl?" she concluded.
He recognized the look in her eyes; the, 'I just caught you' look. It was the same look he used to get when he'd steal cookies from the pantry just before dinner when he was little. There would be no denying or getting out of her accusations. 'Damn. How does she always know everything?' Finn wondered before answering her.
"Um yeah." he muttered thinking his face couldn't possibly turn any redder.
Mrs. Hudson's face lit up with excitement. "So?" she asked, wanting to know all the details.
"So, what?" Finn retorted, not going to play this game with his mom.
"You know. What's her name? What's she like?"
"Mom, I love you but, I don't really feel comfortable having this type of conversation with you." he let her know while he looked down and stirred around the last cereal bits in his bowl with his spoon.
"Why not? I'm a girl. I was a teenager once. I know what these kinds of things are about." she informed him.
He rolled his eyes after hearing what she said and finished. "That even makes it more uncomfortable. I'm not going to talk about this with you right now."
He quickly shot a look at the clock on the wall hoping it was time to start heading to school. Thankfully, he had been sitting at the table longer than he thought and he would need to leave for school soon.
Mrs. Hudson opened her mouth as to say something, but before she could get a word in, he cut her off and said, "I need to leave for school in fifteen minutes. I'm gonna take the bus today though." and briskly got up from the table, put his bowl in the sink, and jogged back up the stairs to his bedroom.
He was throwing some papers into his backpack when he heard his cell phone vibrate on top of his dresser. He walked across the room still carrying his backpack in hand, and flipped open the phone to find a text waiting.
Hey dude. Heard you were taking Quinn out somewhere. Nice work buddy! Where are you going for your date? –Puck
He rapidly typed his response.
Hey! Thanks, yeah I am taking her out but I'm not really sure it's a date. We're just hanging out but I don't think I should tell you where I'm taking her. You might just be trying to scam some of my awesome, fool proof ideas off me. –Finn
He chuckled a little while he finished responding. A few minutes later, he got another message.
Yeah right bro. I'm Puckzilla. I don't need your date ideas. I'm the freakin man. –Puck
He couldn't hold back and busted out into a laughing fit after he read the message.
Haha, whatever Man. I'll text you later to let you know how it went. –Finn
Sounds good dude. Just remember, don't do anything stupid. I know you're prone to that kind of stuff. –Puck
Haha I'll try not to. Later bro . –Finn
After finishing the text, he looked at the time on his phone and figured the bus would be coming by soon, so he put his cell phone in one of his bag's pockets, set off down the stairs and outside to wait.
Taking the bus didn't leave him much time to socialize in the morning before the first bell since the bus had to pick up other kids on the way to school. He kind of wished he had let his mom drive him so he could have those precious minutes to talk to Quinn. Then he thought about it again and knew that if he had, she would probably stop on the side of the road somewhere and demand he at least tell her the girl's name before moving on. 'I suppose the bus was the safer idea.' he thought to himself.
He had just walked through the bus entrance to the school when the annoying, high pitched ring of the first bell rang in his ears and echoed through the hallways. He watched as the crowd of kids further down the hall dispersed into different directions. It was time for him to get a move on as well. Great… Hopefully he would be able to catch Quinn at some point today to discuss their plans.
Since today was Thursday, the school was running on an even block schedule like they did every Thursday; only attending even periods like 2, 4, and 6. He sighed being very annoyed with the schedule only because the only two classes he and Quinn shared were periods 1 and 3. Go figure, right?
He had made it through spanish and freshman English; his first two periods. He was happy that they were over and the school day was getting closer to an end and he would be able to go on his "date" with Quinn, but he wasn't happy about the fact that he had still yet to talk to her. There was one point when he was close in between second and fourth period to talk to Quinn but he had only just caught a glimpse of her walking around the corner of a hallway. He would have gone after her but he was going to be late to turn in his poorly done homework to his teacher and he kind of needed the grade, so he had to let her go.
There wasn't too much left to the school day anymore besides lunch and sixth period, so he needed to see her. He would just go to lunch and find her there, he planned.
Finn walked through the doorway of the cafeteria and started searching through the crowd of students to find one Quinn Fabray. He quickly spotted her standing in the check out line to pay for a bottle of water and started weaving in between other kids to get to her. It was times like these that he was actually really happy that he was freakishly tall for his age. Then he heard some weird name over the voices of other kids.
"Hey! Finnocence!" he heard a girl shout.
He stopped in his tracks for a second in confusion. It sure as hell wasn't his name but he heard Finn in there. He turned around towards the direction in which the voice came from and immediately wished he hadn't. Could he ever catch a break?
There was his favorite Latina cheerleader, Santana…. not. She sauntered up to him grinning, glad that she had gotten his attention.
"Hey Finny. I wasn't really sure if you would even connect your name to my new pet name for you but I'm glad I was wrong." she said practically insulting his dumbness, but he just let it go.
"Um, what exactly are you calling me now?" he asked with his brow bunched up in confusion.
"Finnocence. You likey?" she questioned seductively with a quick raise from her eye brow and a playing smirk on her lips.
"Well, I don't really care, actually." he informed her while still keeping Quinn in the corner of his eye trying to make sure he didn't lose track of her in the sea of students.
"Oh come on. I worked hard on that. I've been trying to come up with cute names we can call each other for when we start dating and I decided that yours could be Finno-"
As soon as he heard, 'when we start dating,' his eyes automatically rolled and he grabbed a handful of his hair in frustration. Oh my God, what did she not understand? He had to speak up.
He cut her off, "Listen Santana, I like you and all, but just not like that. I'm sorry but, I don't want to date you! I mean, did you think me walking away from you, multiple times I might add, was me trying to play hard to get or something?" Santana looked befuddled at the words that were easily pouring out of his mouth. She couldn't believe a guy was turning her down.
No words escaped her lips. Only a few disgusted gasps towards Finn's words. It was then that he saw Puck walk into the cafeteria out of his peripheral vision. He quickly snagged Puck by the collar of his shirt and dragged him into their conversation.
"Hey you know Puck, Santana!" he told her trying to be as up-beat as possible. "He has a thing for hot girls and you think you're hot, so why not take this opportunity that I'm so graciously giving you, to get to know each other a little better."
Puck looked at Finn quite disoriented. "Just talk to her for me!" Finn quietly ordered Puck while subtly elbowing him for emphasis. He heard a soft "sure" in response which was his queue to get to steppin' out of that situation and go see Quinn.
He quickly speed walked away from the pair in the direction of the check out line, feeling Santana's glare the whole way there. He wondered if he had just made an enemy out of her but who knows.
In no time, he had made it next to Quinn and flirtingly leaned into her a little, giving her a soft nudge. "Hey."
She looked over to her side and smiled. "Hey. I went looking for you this morning but couldn't find you."
'Stupid other kids that needed to get on the bus to school made me miss the chance to talk to Quinn!' he thought wanting so badly to just face-palm himself.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that. I had to take the bus this morning and it didn't get here until like, right before first bell rang. I tried finding you in between periods today but I was always running late and I had to pass in some work that my teacher only ended up giving me a D on. I mean, I could've just saved time and not done it if I knew I was only going to get a D and-"
He stopped stupidly rambling when he heard Quinn giggle and saw her cutely smile. God was she beautiful. She was just something else. He wanted to melt.
"Right… Sorry about the rambling. It's probably really dumb sometimes…" his voice trailed off from him being a little embarrassed.
"Hey, I told you that I thought it was cute." she kindly reminded him, playfully slapping his chest.
He felt his whole face turn into a large grin, the one his mom dubbed his signature, Finn Grin. "Right. Thanks."
"So I wanted to know about our plans. What's happening?" she asked him as she paid the lunch lady for the water, and they started walking towards the Cheerios table.
"I told you that you were going to have to wait and see, didn't I? It's supposed to be a surprise." he responded with a big smile.
"Fine, but you're killing me with the mystery stuff." she began. "Can I at least know what time we're getting together, or should I just expect you to show up at my door and surprise me?" she teased.
"Ha-ha, you're funny." he sarcasticly came back with. "No I won't surprise you there. Would seven be okay to come by and get you? I know it might be a little late considering it's still a school night but I promise we won't be out super late."
They had made it to the Cheerio's table and Quinn put her bottle of water on the table and turned back around towards Finn. "Yeah, I'm sure that will be fine. I don't think my parents will mind." she told him with a sweet smile.
"Cool." he returned the smile. The bell signaling that lunch had ended rang. "So I'll see you at seven then?"
"Yep, seven it is." she confirmed.
Right before he was about to walk away, he turned to her and said, "By the way, wear something…. sporty." with his grin.
She raised an eyebrow in response, which Finn came to know as Quinn's signature kind of thing. "Okay." she answered while softly giggling a bit.
He gave her a quick wave and headed out the doors of the café. 'What did I just get myself into?' she happily wondered with a big grin of her own plastered on her face.
Sorry about dragging on the date for this long but I felt like more stuff needed to be added in the middle before the date happened. Next chapter will have the date for sure, I promise. Let me know how this chapter went my amazing readers. I love reading all of the reviews I get. Whoo! Thanks again :)