*Important*

Before all of you get started reading, there are a few things i would like to give clarification about to help you better understand the story. I probably should have written in more detail, and for that i'm truly sorry. Also, thank some of you for the constructive criticism because you've helped me plan out the next chapters with more realism. I greatly appreciate it.

1) Rachel is not fat right now. She was when she was younger. Like around the time of middle school, before high school. That's when Finn, Sugar, and a lot of other kids bullied her and that's how she grew a hatred for Finn and Sugar. I tried to hint at in numerous times in the beginning, like when Shelby told Rachel to eat the blueberry yogurt instead of the chicken in the first chapter, as well as at the table in the second chapter. Finn said something like "I don't remember you losing all that weight until we got into high school." So, she's got a slim figure now.

2) Of course, Rachel, like most teen girls, is a little self-conscious of her looks. But, when I'm writing about her looks, like when Finn or Shelby make a play at her for her looks, they're speaking on truth. In my mind, she's not that much of an attractive girl right now in the story. I hinted at this in the first chapter when she woke up as well. She wears eye glasses, has acne on her face, has braces on her teeth, and wears funny clothes. Just think of Rachel Berry season 1,mixed with the ugly ducking, because that's how i'm trying to perceive her physically. She's basically like Laney Boggs in "She's All That", before she gets the makeover.

3)Lastly, there hasn't been a lot of Finchel interaction. It's a mistake on my part. I got so focused on trying to make things realistic that i probably got mixed up and didn't realize that i didn't have a lot of conversations between them. Mostly because there's nothing i hate more than stories where the girl meets the guy and a few hours later they're already saying "I love you". Also, they don't really belong to the same crowd and they don't get along, so they don't really like talking to each other.I like to slowly build up the romance, which is a lot harder with these two because they hate each other. I've also been into slow burns lately as well, so i guess that that's why i'm stalling, hence the fighting every time they speak to each other. It's very difficult when the two characters hate each other, because you don't know when the right moment is to slowly evolve them into liking each other. So, i'm planning on taking it pretty slow with these two; especially since I'm trying to put comedy into their arguments, making their bickering and banter funny for the readers. With all of this being said, i'll try and fix it for future chapters. Especially the next chapter. A lot of Finchel interaction will be happening in the next chapter.

Enjoy! :)

Chapter 5

Getting to her locker was a hassle itself on Monday morning. Ever since the tea party on Saturday, Rachel had only experienced a downward spiral. If it wasn't for the continuous scoldings her mother threw her way for pushing Finn into the swimming pool, it was all of the plans Shelby'd already made for the next weekend. This time, instead of social events, Christopher and she were planning a series of dates for Finn and herself to go on, alone.

This bad news, mixed with the enormous amounts of school work piling on her, as well as the sleepless nights she'd been having, combined to give her an exasperating headache. This only heightened as her body ached from her previous tennis practice.

Just as the locker on the side of her slammed shut, she winced, and turned to face the tall figure towering over her.

"Pretty bold move, speaking to me in public, don't you think?" she asked, as she closed her own locker to face him.

"We need to talk about next weekend," Finn began.

"What about next weekend?" she asked, paying no mind to the conversation. It was probably some lame request for her to cover for him while he bailed to hang out with his friends. Instead, all of her previous worries pooled around in her head. Only then, did she remember she had a quiz this morning. Sighing, she looked up and watched Finn's sharp facial features move along with his mouth, realizing he was still going on and on. She hadn't picked up on one word.

"So?" he asked, somewhere in her mind, she heard him but she still couldn't process the words. Her brain was still crowded.

"Rachel!" his hand moved from side to side in front of her face. Yes, this caught her attention fully. But, this also sent her headache a little further over the edge as her eyes tried to follow all of the motions going on in front of her.

"Um, I'm sorry, what was the question?" she asked, placing her fingers against the bridge of her nose as she watched his lips move in the same pattern they'd before. Like last time, she picked up not a single word. Instead, her problems seemed to be louder than his annoying voice.

First, she addressed the fact that she hadn't studied at all for the quiz this morning. She wanted to find a way to fix it. Maybe if she studied a little during student council, she'd make an honest C or B. But that still wouldn't help the fact that she'd be losing her straight-A reputation in that class. Last-minute-cramming was never her strong-suit, so you could imagine why she was freaking out.

She also felt the effects of going to sleep late last night. Her eyes would begin to droop around noon. She knew this for a fact because it had been happening pretty often lately. She'd even considered skipping Glee club rehearsals in the afternoon to go home and sleep. For the first time in her life, her busy schedule was catching up with her.

She cringed, knowing that she'd never thought she'd see the day… But, here it was, and she couldn't help but blame it all on this marriage crap her mother threw at her. All of these meetings and events were getting to her and she couldn't handle it much longer. She desperately longed for senior year so she could get away from all of it. She only hoped that her NYADA application would be accepted.

"Rachel!" She was pulled back to real life once she saw Finn's face drop yet again. She sighed, wondering why he couldn't just go away. She already had a lot on her plate right now. She didn't see why he had to be added right on the top, annoying her to no end. She assumed he'd gotten the point when she pushed him into the pool. Yet, here they were.

"Were you even listening?" he whispered, looking around to make sure that no one payed too much attention to them. She didn't answer. Instead, she just looked at him. "Hello? Earth to Rachel. Do you even have ears?"

"You were talking about, uhh" she froze, snapping her fingers as she pretended to recall.

"Great," he rolled his eyes. "I'm not repeating myself."

"Look, a lot is going on with me right now, so I'm sorry if I don't have time to chit chat." She told him.

"Well, if you were actually listening to me, you'd know it wasn't chit chat. I just wanted to come up with a plan to escape those dates," He assured her. "What's up with you anyways?" he asked. Then, his face arranged itself into curiosity. Reaching his hand forward, Rachel flinched, not knowing his motives.

Instead, she felt his warm touch against her forehead. Then, a sigh left his mouth as she looked to him for answers.

"You're burning up," he informed her.

"What?" she asked, surprised. She then pulled away from his touch. She knew that she did not hear that correctly.

"You have a fever," he told her. "C'mon, you're going to the nurse. I'm not letting anyone else get sick because you don't know how to stay home when you're not feeling good."

"No, I'm not sick." She assured him, as he grabbed her arm gently and led her through the hall. "I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding."

"Yes, because a forehead that feels like it's on fire is a misunderstanding on my part," he told her, sarcastically. Just then, she passed Quinn and Santana in the hallways as they watched her with confusion. She gave them a look that somehow said "even I don't know," as Finn continued to lead her down the hall.

"There's no way I'm sick. I have the immune system of a thousand horses and men," she told him as she struggled against his grasp. "I never get sick."

"You're definitely sick," the school nurse told her once sh was examined. "It looks like you have the flu, but you need to see the doctor to get swabbed to be absolutely sure." Rachel watched the woman with disbelief. "Your mom's on her way to check you out. You can wait in here. An email has already been sent to all of your teachers, as well as Ms. Pilsbury. As for you, Finn; you need to return to class. Thank you for you generosity," the nurse smiled in his direction. If Rachel thought her condition was at its worst, she was incorrect when nausea rose in her stomach. Even the teachers were smitten with his looks. She didn't think she could cringe any more than she already was. She was wrong.

"No problem, Ms. Sanders. You ladies have a wonderful day," he smiled and winked to the women at the front desk of the office on his way out. Stopping by the door, he faced Rachel. "I expect the appreciation and thank you letters in full. I basically saved your life, Wifey." He smiled, only to get underneath her skin. Sighing out of annoyance, she threw her head back onto the examination bed and stared at the ceiling until she fell into a slight slumber.

Light returned to her eyes only when she heard the familiar sound of her mom's voice arguing with her clients. She knew she was on her phone, like always. Sitting up from the uncomfortable bed in the nurse's station, she watched as her mother held her phone in one hand and signed papers in the other.

"C'mon," Shelby motioned toward Rachel. "I've got a very important meeting on hold because of this."

"This", Rachel played it over in her head. Leave it to her mother to not even be concerned.

Hopping down from the set-up only shot extreme agony through her aching legs. Slowly, she grabbed her bag and headed for the door in her mother's trail.

Once she fastened her seat belt, her mother addressed her.

"How'd this happen? You never get sick."

"The over-motherly love and caring is really showing right now," Rachel sighed as she looked out the window. "Seriously, it's too much."

"Well, what do you expect me to say, Rachel?" Shelby asked as she kept her eyes on the road. "These people traveled a long way to get here only for me to have to pause the meeting. You can imagine my frustration. I'm putting a big business opportunity for Finn's future on hold for you."

"I'm sorry that me becoming sick affects your daily agenda," Rachel fired back, feeling hurt despite the normality of her mom's bitchy tendencies. For once, she thought her mom would care. She guessed she was wrong.

"I didn't mean it like that," she tried to defend herself with the same lame excuse she gives every time.

"Yes, you did." Rachel told her. "You always do, but you cover it with that excuse to make yourself sound less like a bitch than you really are."

"Hey, where is this attitude coming from?"

"Since when has me, expressing my feelings, become an 'attitude'?"

"Why are you acting like this?"

Rachel couldn't tell her because she didn't know herself. Maybe it was because she was suffering from the flu and her mother didn't care. Or, maybe it was because she was just plain sick of this constant attitude change from her mother. One day she was being nice, saying that she's proud of her, the next she was being a bitch, blaming Rachel's sickness on her own personal problems. It was true. The way that she was acting toward Rachel was totally uncalled for in her eyes, and it probably all stemmed from something deep within Shelby's mind; her own personal anger. If Rachel had anything to blame for the way her mother had been acting, she'd think it had something to do with the fact that she'd been staring at her phone all weekend long.

"Forget it, i don't feel good. I'm not up for talking right now."

"I paused this meeting to come get you, when I could've just ignored the call." Her mother tried to explain. "You do know that, right?"

"How generous," Rachel rolled her eyes.

"You could be at school right now," Shelby told her.

"There's no one else, mom!" Rachel yelled. "I mean, seriously, who else would i call? James? Dad?" She watched her mom's eyes widen to an all time high. "I would definitely call him instead of you. But he's dead, remember? I think all of those discarded cans of beer, bottles of wine, and empty pill bottles do. S don't talk me into feeling grateful for your presence like you always do. There was no one else to come get me. Trust me, if there was, I would've put them under the primary emergency contact. But, there's not. So, just shut up." Her head was pounding even more as the car slowed down and pulled to the side.

"Get out," she simply told her.

"Excuse me?" Rachel asked, knowing for a fact that her mother wasn't being serious. But, when her face sharpened and she repeated herself, a wave of nausea flew to Rachel's stomach again. "Are you insane?"

"No, you've been saying a lot of unacceptable things to me lately without consequences." Shelby stated. "I'm sick of it. Get out of my car before I get out and drag you myself."

"I have the flu, you can't do this to me. Please." She begged. "Look, i'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things to you."

"Rachel," Shelby repeated firmly. All hope fled Rachel's chest, as she nodded her head in surrender. Clicking the door open, she slowly stepped out and turned to her mother. "I will never forget this. Keep that in mind." Closing the door, she watched her mom speed away leaving her all alone on the side of the road with nothing but her school bag.

A heavy weight placed itself on her chest once she realized she didn't know how she would get home. All of her friends were in school, while she had no other contacts besides James. Forgive her if she had never truly thought this situation through. It wasn't every day that mothers ditched their daughters on the side of the road. Then again, this was somehow expected of Shelby. She wasn't a normal mother.

Gathering herself together from the initial shock, she began walking in the direction that would lead her home. It wasn't so bad, seeing as though it was only eight in the morning, and the warmth of the spring weather wasn't yet in the air. But, what was in the air was her vigorous headache and body aches. She was even beginning to feel the effect of the chills running up and down her body.

It wasn't too long after she began walking when she heard the sound of a car slowing down and pulling over to the side. Her breathing sped up. This was one of those movies, she told herself. When the girl was walking all alone, the car would stop and grab her and she'd never be seen again. Given, it wasn't night time and she was nowhere near the forest that she hated so much, but it could still happen.

Maybe this was okay, she convinced herself. If she was taken right now, there'd be no more plans of marriages, ugly dresses, and sucking up to no end. But, the best part in her mind was that she'd never have to see her mother or Finn again in her life. She was okay with that. So, she slowed down and turned to face the oncoming black Mercedes.

When the window rolled down, all previous thoughts were erased as she sighed with relief seeing Christopher viewing her with an expression beyond concerned.

"Rachel?" he asked, taking in her image. "What the hell are you doing out here?" He placed the car in park before getting out and approaching her.

"Thank God you're here," she heaved, trying to fight off the tears. But the more she thought of it, the more she had to fight them off. Maybe if she hadn't lashed out at her mom like that, she wouldn't be here."W-w-we w-w-were d-d-driving a-a-and-" It felt like she couldn't breath.

"Rachel, calm down, okay?" he instructed. Taking deep breaths, she wiped the tears falling down her face with shaky hands.

"She kicked me out of the car, Mr. Hudson," she told him. "The nurse told me I have the flu and I need to go to the doctor, and she kicked me out of the car. My own mom kicked me out of her car."

"What? Why on earth would she do that?" He asked, looking as shocked as ever. Rachel knew the feeling because she also didn't know Shelby was that cruel. But, she was proved wrong, just like the many other times. It'd only gotten worse since her dad died.

Rachel explained everything that happened from the moment that Finn approached her locker as Christopher felt Rachel's forehead. The look on his face showed concern and disbelief.

"C'mon, I'm going to bring you to the doctor's office." Christopher sincerely smiled, motioning for her to get into his car. Once her seat belt was fastened, the weirdest feeling took over her. She felt safe.

It was weird because she hadn't felt this way in a long time, but she liked it. She'd gotten the same feeling every time she was around her father. Maybe that's why Christopher and her dad were friends. They were so much alike. She could definitely tell where Sam got his personality from. Finn, not so much.

By the time they got in the doctor's office, the receptionist argued with him because they hadn't made an appointment. The situation only vanished when he told the woman who he was and they let him sign her in.

"He should be with you soon." She informed them. Then, the waiting room was their next destination.

As Christopher read the newspaper displayed on the stand, Rachel viewed her phone.

What the hell was that this morning? – Quinn

She knew that she was referring to Finn's hand around her arm, leading her to the nurse.

Why did he have his hand around your arm like that? – Tana

I don't know.I had a fever, and he wanted to get me to the nurse before I got him sick. Such a gentleman, right?– Rachel

She didn't fail to add the annoyed emoji's on her phone. Setting it down, she looked to Christopher.

"Thank you for all of this, Mr. Hudson," she smiled.

"Please," he began. "You're going to be my daughter-in-law, which means that you're going to be family. I'd do anything for my family." He told her.

She smiled at him, only cringing on the inside. The thought alone made her want to scream.

"I still can't believe Shelby," he added. "I'm going to talk to her, okay?"

"Something's wrong with her, I think." Rachel admitted her suspicions to Christopher. "She's been staring at her phone all weekend and has been extra moody lately."

"Really?" he asked. Before she could answer, her name was being called from the nurse and she was getting up, leaving him in the waiting room. Once she got into the room, she sat on the uncomfortable wax paper over the examination table. She waited patiently as the nurse did all of the normal procedures. It was only when the nurse went to stick the swab up her nose, did she have a problem.

"Just sit still for me. It'll only take a few seconds." It took her two tries to get it right. The first time, Rachel flinched when the swab hit the side of her nose, causing her to move back and sneeze. The second time, the nurse held her in place and got it right.

"The doctor will be in with your results," she assured her. "Good luck," she smiled before closing the door behind her. Rachel only chuckled with sarcastic humor in mind. There was no way that she had the flu.

None of this made sense to her. The flu was usually passed around during the winter time. It was now spring. Plus, like she'd already made clear before, she wasn't really one of those people who ever got sick. The last sickness she remembered was in the fourth grade when she caught a small cold. Even then, she never missed a class or a daily activity.

It took a little over thirty minutes before she was returning to the waiting room to greet Christopher. He instantly paid the bill before they were out of the office and driving down the street.

"So?"

"I have the flu," she shook her head because even she couldn't believe it. The first thing she wanted to do right now was hunt down the hallways of McKinley High and kill the person who was responsible for spreading their germs to her. If her bet were to be placed on it, she'd imagine that it was Ashley Wiggins. She'd been sneezing an awful lot this past week.

"What did the doc say?" Christopher asked as he put on his turning signal.

"He said that the most important thing is that I take my meds, drink lots of fluids, and get plenty of rest. You know, the usual..."

"So you get the whole week off then?" he asked with a smirk on his face, trying to cheer Rachel up.

"I have another check-up scheduled for next Tuesday. If he clears me, I can go back on Wednesday." She sighed, wondering what the hell she would do with herself with all of this free time on her hands. She already predicted herself going crazy.

"Well, there's actually something that I have to inform you about, Kiddo," he told her. "I talked to your mom over the phone while you were in the back." Her heart fell to her toes.

"She's selling me away, isn't she?" Rachel joked, or at least Christopher thought so once he started laughing.

"No, princess," he assured her. "She actually feels really bad about everything that happened this morning in the car. She wants to apologize and let you know that she was in the wrong."

"Then what do you have to talk to me about?" Rachel's curiosity was at an all time high.

"Well, there's this business trip that Shelby and I have to attend to this week." He started. "We have to travel to Columbus to meet with the governor and discuss Finn's terms and John's will. Unfortunately, we're going to be gone for an unknown amount of days, starting right now."

"What?" Rachel was confused.

"I know, it's very last minute. But there's only a small window of time that the governor can talk to us, and that's a few days out of this week. We have to take it or it could possibly never happen."

"What about me?" Rachel asked. "Are there arrangements for my whereabouts?" Rachel asked, feeling like the little girl who was the last to know every plan her mother made for her when her father died. "Am I staying with Santana or Quinn?"

"Actually, you'll be staying over at our house," Christopher told her. "Shelby and I have come to an agreement that Finn, Sam, and you are responsible enough to handle a few days on your own. Plus, we think it's a good way for you to actually bond with Finn, to get to know each other better. The two of you will be living together in the future."

"But what if something really serious happens, like my flu gets really bad and I have to go to the emergency room or someone breaks in and tries to kill us?" Rachel only thought of the negative possibilities. What she really wanted to ask was, "What if i kill Finn?" She asked this instead, "Do you seriously expect me to call James?"

"Rachel, relax," Christopher told her. "My mother lives right on the other side of town. Plus, we've already given all of your contact information to Emma Pilsbury and Will Scheuster. So, if something bad does happen, you'll be taken care of." She couldn't believe that Emma was really backing this insane idea up.

"No offense, Mr. Hudson, but this is insane," Rachel threw in her sense and judgement.

"Is there a reason for us not to trust you?" Christopher asked.

"No, but-"

"Then, I don't see what's wrong with it. You're already pretty independent at your age and I think it's very impressive. It's just a few days, okay? And, if anyone can handle this perfectly, it's you. I'm only doing this because it's last minute and I know that you're more than capable of being the responsible one and keeping my boys in line while I'm away. I trust you." He explained to her.

"It's just that I don't want to have to deal with F-" she stopped when he looked at her with curiosity.

"Finn?" he asked, with a slight smile on his face. "You can talk to me, you know? I'm not going to yell at you for having an opinion."

"He's said some pretty mean things lately, and nothing's going to stop him when it's just us and Sam," she explained.

"Don't let him get to you, okay?" Christopher told her. "He's been really mad at the world for his mother's death for as long as I can remember. He's also lashing out at me for throwing him into this marriage, so I think that his retaliation methods towards me are taking everything out on you."

He continued, "He's really a bright kid. I just think that the absence of Carol in his life really affects him more than it does for Sam. Finn was a little older when Carol passed away. I mean, it's not like he remembers her, but as a baby he formed a deeper connection with her and I think that he's trying really hard to find that lost part of himself. He's searching desperately for those times that he did spend with her, even though that part couldn't process memory yet. He was only a year old."

"He's just really hurting, but he doesn't want people to know that. So, he instead becomes an asshole."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Rachel replied, sincerely as they pulled up to her house.

"Well, I'm hoping that this whole Mayor thing will help him grow up a little and become the gentleman that I tried to raise him to be," Christopher told her. "Now, enough sappiness," he laughed, in turn making Rachel laugh as well. She flinched when her ribs screamed at her to stop. "How about you go get a few of your things together and meet me back out here?"

Nodding, she headed inside of her house. When she returned, she had enough clothes to last her a few days. She'd also changed out of her school clothes and into her pajamas. She'd planned on doing nothing but taking medication and going to sleep. She didn't care whose house she would be at.

Once they pulled up to their home, Rachel gasped. She could honestly say this was the first time she'd ever seen the Hudson's home. It was huge. Forget huge, it was a mansion. A lot bigger than hers; that was for sure.

"You have a beautiful home, Mr. Hudson," Rachel complimented.

"Thank you, Rachel," he smiled. Once the car was in park, he grabbed her suitcase out of the backseat and led her through the doorway. When the smell of wood and paint filled Rachel's nose, she knew this wasn't an old house.

"You can stay in here," Christopher told her once they got upstairs. They were standing in what seemed to be a guest room. She wondered how many other ones they had. Maybe while he was away, she'd go snooping. "There's a TV on the wall over there, and the remote should be on the night stand. Or, you can go sit in the living room if you don't feel like lying down. The kitchen is just on the other side of the living room; a lot like yours actually. You can help yourself to whatever you want from there. The housekeepers don't come until Wednesday, so the house is pretty much yours for the day." He smiled, watching her look around with amazement. She didn't even know what Christopher did for a living to gain this home. Her mother probably told her somewhere in the past, but she didn't remember.

"I'd tell you that you could go swimming in the pool if you wanted, but…" he laughed, watching her face rise into a grin.

"That pesky flu," she laughed.

They joked a little more, before Christopher clapped his hands together. "I've got to go get the suitcases my assistant packed for me, and then I've got to be on my way to the airport. I'll send Sam and Finn a text to let them know what's going on once they get out of school. And if they get home before I get the chance, you can explain everything to them." This made Rachel's heart sink again. She could only imagine Finn walking in on her sitting in his living room, watching his TV.

"First, let me get you some medicine so you can feel a little better. You've got to be very uncomfortable right now."

Rachel couldn't argue that one. Although she'd been a little distracted by everything that was going on and all the talking they'd been doing, she still felt the terrible symptoms. Once she pushed back the pill with a glass of water, she watched as Christopher waved at her, heading for the door with two suitcases at hand. "Have as much of a good time as you can, Sicky Vicky."

"Goodbye, Mr. Hudson," he smiled and closed the door behind him, leaving her all alone in the house. She could only smile to herself, thinking once again that Finn and Sam were very lucky to have him as their parent. She only wished her mother could be as cool as that.

Setting herself up in the living room with the blanket she'd found draped on one of the couches, she turned on the large television hanging on top of the fireplace. Once she realized there was nothing playing that she wanted to watch, she looked through the cabinets by the surround system, finding a bunch of movies. Once she found the DVD that read "Top Gun", she figured out how to put it on and fell asleep.

Around 3:24 in the afternoon, she woke up with extreme sweats and a headache that could be mistaken as a hurricane. She found herself in the kitchen desperately pushing back another pill once she checked to see if it had been enough time since her last intake.

When her stomach growled, she dug through the fridge and cabinets until she found her favorite cereal. Pulling it from the cabinet, she fixed a bowl and began chumping away.

The minute a hand rested on her shoulder, a loud scream filled the air. She nearly jumped out of her skin. Turning around, she faced Sam, who had a confused expression on his face.

"Rachel? What are you doing here?" he asked, taking in her appearance.

"Your dad didn't text you?" She asked, nervously.

"I haven't really looked at my phone," his eyes then roamed to the food she was picking at. His eyes widened as if he'd seen a dead man. He began to whisper. "Rachel, put that away. You're eating Finn's favorite cereal. He's going to flip if he catches you."

"Oh my gosh," she replied, running over to the trash to empty the contents in her bowl. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know."

"It's fine," he told her.

"I think I'm going to go up to the guest room before Finn gets in here. I don't want anymore awkwardness." She told him, walking backwards.

"You've been here all day?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," she replied as she continued to walk backwards. "I had to leave school early because I have the flu, so your dad took me to the doctor," he looked at her with a questioning look. " It's a long story. Anyways, my mom and him got called into a meeting with the governor about Finn or something. I don't know, he said he'd text the two of you. They're going to be gone for a while, so I'm staying here with you guys."

"Rachel!" Sam called, before she could ask what he was yelling at, her balance was lost when she tripped over a glass vase, which sent her falling backwards. Before she could hit the floor, she felt a large pair of hands grab her waist and pull her back up.

Turning around, she came face to face with Finn. A smirk was plastered over his face as she looked to Sam for an answer as to why he was being like that. Then, he pulled out his phone, strolling through the message his dad sent him, giving the both of them an answer. Leaning against the wall on the side of him, Finn smiled at the both of them.

"Let the games begin."

Hope you enjoy! :)