AN: Just a little Finn reflection at the end of season three. Inspired by lyircs from "Slipping Through My Fingers" by ABBA.
Walking past Kurt's room he glanced inside. The colored post-its on every item stood out for him. For Finn, those colored pieces of paper were a reminder that what he had was coming quickly to an end. It was something he had been ignoring in his excitement of graduating from highschool.
He kept walking and soon entered his own room where things hadn't changed at all. He never had been one to plan ahead and this time was no different. In all the talk of good-byes and plans for the future, his room was his sanctuary. A place where he could go and pretend that things weren't changing.
Sitting down at his desk his eyes fell on one of two framed photos that sat there. One was of him and Rachel and the other was from his parents wedding - of him and Kurt dancing. He remembered the grief Puck had given him when he had first seen it, but for once in his life he had ignored the ribbing. He had refused to give into the peer pressure. Having Kurt as his brother was one of the best things that had happened to him as Kurt had taught him so much over the years, sometimes without even intending to.
Looking away from the picture, Finn looked around the room. This had only been home for a year and a half but that year and a half seemed like eternity. His mother was right - what he and her had before wasn't family. They'd had each other but it wasn't the same as what he had now. Within these walls he had three people who accepted and loved him exactly as he was and despite any mistakes he might make. Kurt's protest of his marriage to Rachel and yet infallible presence at every step of that whole ordeal was the ultimate testament to that. His brother hadn't backed down from his insistence that Rachel and himself were making a mistake but he had never said he wouldn't be there. Kurt had even helped Rachel pick out a dress and flowers for the wedding that wasn't. Had continued to help plan even now. To Finn, that was the definition of family - standing by someone no matter the consequences.
It was a concept he still struggled to execute at times but he was learning. Saying good-bye to his family and home of the last year and a half was going to be the hardest part of all of this but even though things would change, he knew his family would always be only a phone call away.