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"Papa Don't Preach"
Chapter 5
"Ignorance"
Finn's POV
"Oh my god." I breathed. "Quinn Fabray."
I felt my heart sink. I felt like the demon that haunted my past had come back. Kind of like that one Scrooge guy from that one book Rachel's dad's had been reading on Christmas morning. He had a confrontation with his ghost of Christmas past, or something like that.
"Finn!" she said brightly, her eyes glimmering, running toward me, and wrapping her arms around me. I tried to pull her arms away, but they just stuck there, like glue.
"Quinn? What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice, without a doubt, shaking.
"I came to visit my baby girl." she said, gleaming, motioning toward Beth who was sitting on the couch with some-what of a dumb-founded look plastered onto her face. I would have to talk to her later, but for now I needed to hurry up and take care of Quinn. I had no words, so I just grinned, an extremely fake grin.
Quinn began to frown. "You don't want me here." she said the pain in her sweet voice cutting into me like sharp, silver razor blades.
Her eyes filled up with tears, giving them a glassy effect.
"Quinn," I sighed "I'm not gonna stand here and just pretend that I like you-That what happened when you were pregnant with Beth never happened." Beth winced, her brows smashing together. "No offence" I quickly added, for Beth.
Quinn's pained suddenly turned into a sudden range.
"If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well, I guess I'll make my own way
It's a circle, a mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore
Where's your gavel? Your jury?
What's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
Well, sentence me to another life
Don't wanna hear your sad songs
I don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault
'Cause you know we're not the same
No, we're not the same, oh, we're not the same
We're the friends who stuck together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good
It's good, it's good
Well, you treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
This is the best thing that could've happened
Any longer and I wouldn't have made it
It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture
I'm just a person but you can't take it
The same tricks that, that once fooled me
They won't get you anywhere
I'm not the same kid from your memory
Well, now I can fend for myself
Don't wanna hear your sad songs
I don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault
'Cause you know we're not the same
No, we're not the same, oh, we're not the same
Yeah, we used to stick together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good
It's good, it's good
Well, you treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Well, you treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out"
She walked out the door with a slam for effect.
Beth looked at me, angry.
"Thanks a lot, Finn." she said, crying, pushing through me, and scrambling toward her room.
"Great. Now I'm the bad guy." I sighed.
BETH'S POV
I lay in bed, crying. How could Finn do that to my mom? I could've slapped him-maybe bashed his potato head into the wall. I sighed, and wiped away the final round of tears with a tissue. I groaned, suddenly remembering something. Tomorrow was Monday, so that meant school. I quickly got up, and walked to my closet. I made the mental decision to wake up early, shower, and just scrunch my hair. I rummaged through my closet, searching for something to wear. Something loose, of course, so my baby bump wouldn't show up so bad. A thought flooded my head. What was I gonna do about cheer? I couldn't be 5 months along and getting thrown into the air. I sighed-I would have to figure it all out when the time came. I remember what Quinn told me about when she was a pregnant Cheerio-didn't work out too well. Coach Sylvester kicked her off the squad in a heartbeat. I shuddered. Would that be my fate? Well, obviously at some point... I quickly grabbed my flowy flower print Hollister top that I'd gotten from
Uncle Artie and Aunt Tina for Christmas, and my pair of stretchy jeans, and tossed them onto the end of my bed. Then another thought struck me, only harder. Like someone had just bashed a candle stick into the front of my head... Beth, in the bedroom, with the candlestick-sounded like a pretty neat ending to me. What was I gonna do tomorrow? I mean, there was no doubt in my mind that I'd be seeing him. I laid back into bed, and pulled the covers up and over my head. I feel asleep within seconds.
I was sitting in the middle of a beautiful garden, as a child. I was sitting next to my dad, Puck, laughing, smiling-having the time of my life. He gave me a giant hug. And waved goodbye, and he was gone. I got up, and walked around the meadow, searching for him. I yelled, screamed, did everything in my power to get him to come back. But he was gone, and wouldn't be coming back. A bird flew overhead, and landed at my feet. It looked up at me, and began shrieking its head off. I opened my eyes, rolled over, and turned the alarm clock off. I got up, showered, and got dressed. Rachel quietly walked into the room, yawning, and scratching her eyes.
"Wanna ride?" she offered, knowing I wasn't fond of mornings. I gave a sharp nod of the head, slipping my Uggs on. She walked away, probably to the bathroom to brush her teeth or something. When I was done, I pulled my book-bag over my shoulders, and shut-off the bedroom light as I closed the door behind me and made my way to the kitchen where Finn was flipping some pancakes. He put a plate down where I always sat.
"Some food for you, and baby." he said quietly, going back to the stove. The gentle and pleasing aroma of strawberries gently caressed my nostrils, and sent my stomach on a rampage-not so much the baby, but my growling stomach. Uncle Kurt sat across from me, a huge cup of steamy java in his perfectly manicured hand. I was surprised that Quinn Fabray's sudden appearance had not yet been mentioned. I sighed, and took a huge swig of white milk, to wash my pancake down. Rachel settled in the chair to my left. I stared at her, and envied how perfect her black hair always looked-even in the mornings.
"Morning sweetie." Finn said, putting her plate down in front of her, and giving her a quick and small, yet so meaningful, peck on the cheek. Rachel simply blushed and began cutting her pancake into small, perfect squares. I looked down at my phone which was settled in my lap, and quickly checked the time. 7:15; an hour before the gates of hell opened.
"How did you sleep, Kurt?" Rachel asked. I finished off my last bite of pancake, and walked over to the kitchen sink to wash off my plate.
"I had the most bizarre dream." he began. "I dreamt that Quinn Fabray paid us a visit." he said. I couldn't help but notice Finn's eyes opening as wide as a man's who had seen water after being in the Sahara desert for a week. I chuckled.
"How peculiar." Rachel said, nodding. I couldn't tell if she was genuinely interested in Kurt and his 'dream', or if she was trying to get us to admit that Quinn had come. Half an hour later, Rachel and I walked out of the house, and she drove me to school. The drive there was quiet, and peaceful. Rachel spoke up, no doubt irritated with the rare silence.
"Now you listen here, Beth." she said, pulling up to the school building. "If anything happens, you call us, no matter where, or when. Got that?"
"Yes mam!" I said, bobbing my head up and down.
"Good. Have a great day, honey." she said, as she drove away. I took in a deep breath of icy air, and stared at the huge brown building in front of me. Is it too early to call? I wondered.
Glee club was my first class, which would usually make me happy. Only, not today. After winter break and the breakup how in the world was I suppost to break the huge earth shattering news to him? I would have to think quickly too, because he was in my first class. I quickly sprinted to my locker, and scrambled to get jiggle the lock open. I grabbed my binder, and some of my books, and jogged to the Glee room. I inhaled, and exhaled like Mrs. Sammy, Rachel and me's yoga teacher, had taught us to. I felt my palms begin to sweat, and my pulse quicken so rapidly, I thought I might have a heart-attack right then and there. I struggled to get the door open, one someone approached me from behind.
"Let me get that." said what seemed to be the voice of an angel. I turned around and staring right back at me was a pair of two beautiful caramel-brown colored eyes. I felt my throat and chest both tighten. He flashed me that certain smile that made me turn to mush whenever he did it. I felt like slamming my fist right into his perfect face for making me love him so much, but I couldn't do that.
"Good morning, Beth."
"H-hi..." I said quietly. We walked into the class.
"How was your winter break?" he asked me.
"...We have to talk." I whispered.
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