A/N: Hi Welcome to the complete rewrite of my very first published fan fiction, after reading it recently, I was appalled at the entire thing so here for your reading pleasure is Protecting my one. Please leave a review and let me know if it is better.
Thanks in advance.
My name is Finn Hudson, and this is my story of how I found the love of my life at the tender age of 17, in a normal every day American High School. I have heard the saying there is someone out there for everyone but I never honestly believed it until the day it happened to me!
It was a Friday just like any other, I was a junior at McKinley High School in Lima Ohio.
I was one of the popular kids, the captain the baseball team and captain and quarterback of the football team.
Also for nearly 4 months following the expected rule and dating the head cheerleader, Quinn Fabray. She was a beautiful blonde with bright green eyes and a smoking hot body all wrapped up in a tight red and white cheerleaders outfit.
My best friend was a self-proclaimed sex shark and general bad ass. Who was forever trying to get me to go along with his crazy schemes and truant from school to hang out by the pool hall or local bars bumming beer from the drunks, and calling me names when I said no. I might have been dumb but I wasn't stupid enough to go along with him.
Things seemed easy for me at school, my grades were ok, not top the class or anything but they were good enough for me to stay on the football and baseball teams, and give me a decent head start on senior year I was happy with my life.
Being on the top rung of the popular clique ladder was great. I never really thought about it much though, I mean, it was cool that I could always get a seat at the best table in the cafeteria, and other kids would move out of my way when I was walking down the hallways with my buddies or my girl, especially if they didn't want to end up tossed in a dumpster or covered with freezing cold slush. I didn't like doing that to the kids that were the so-called losers and geeks, so when my best friend chooses at random some kids he says needs to be shown who runs the school I try to always have somewhere else to be, I don't think anybody needs to have that happen to them at all.
So, as I said it was a Friday late in the afternoon, I'd had to stay back with the rest of the baseball team for extra practice. Coach Beiste demanded we train harder and longer, because for the first time in 3 years our team had made it to the league playoffs, and she wanted everyone in top form.
As I was making my way towards the field at the other end of the school yard, I was heading down the hallway that leads to the rooms that the losers and geeks, used for their super lame after school clubs, you know, like drama, music, AV club, and the super lame bunch of glee nerds, clubs that us popular kids wouldn't join in a hundred years'.
I was nearly at the door to the field when I heard a sound that made my heart stop and something inside me flip over. I couldn't believe my ears, someone was singing, but it was more than just everyday singing like I do when I'm in the shower or my car by myself, singing is something I secretly enjoy, but if the team or Quinn found out I liked it they would laugh at me.
The voice sounded like an angel so pure and strong. I couldn't believe that someone at McKinley could sound like that, I thought I was dreaming, and I was determined to find out who was creating that beautiful sound.
Just as I was about to turn the handle on the door, my buddy Puck (Noah) Puckerman, my best friend since 8th grade came running up to me yelling in the loudest voice possible,
"Yo, Huddy where ya at man? Coach wants the team on the field like 10 fuckin' minutes ago so hurry up and move your giant ass."
Just we got to the exit door he asked me slyly with a waggle of his eyebrows, if I had a nerd down there that I was going to dumpster toss without inviting him. I told him no that's more his thing anyway.
But there was no way in hell I was ever going to tell him about the angel I heard because that would give him something else to make fun of me about. Even though he was my best friend and I was in the popular group, I lacked self-confidence, and quite often put reputation above more important things like standing up for what's right even if it concerns people I like, that's probably why I was dating Quinn because, with her being the head cheerleader, captain of the celibacy club and one of the most popular girls in school, she made it sound so simple to me that because we are the top of the heap, and if we play our cards right we will be prom king and queen which will let everyone in this school know we are the best, and that crown is more important than anything. I agreed with her thinking, only because she made me feel important I suppose, although most of the time I didn't really give much thought to the way she would yell or thump me if I didn't do or go where she wanted or understand something she said. I never thought much of the names that often came out of her mouth either.
I don't even care about prom it's just a dance after all, deep down I know I'm not better than anyone else, and quite honestly prom scares me, 'Cause I know I will have to dance and the fact that I am a six foot, three-inch bundle of awkward and totally uncoordinated unless on a sports field or behind my drums, I can't dance to save my life. I have been told I look like a constipated baboon when I try so I avoid dance floors, and really what is a plastic toy crown from high school going to do for me in the future?
I don't have any solid plans except for graduating high school and college, and getting out of Lima to see the world a bit, but as long as I'm happy and earning a decent wage things will be ok. I've often thought about teaching drums, or the police or fire departments they sounded exciting and I know it would really help people, or maybe joining the army like my dad, but I know my Mom wouldn't be overly happy if I did, seeing as she lost my dad when I was only a couple of months old. It's only been the two of us all my life. But I know deep down if I really wanted to join the army she would support my decision, she's always been there for me. Loving and doing her best to be both a mom and a dad, we struggled at times to get by but we managed. I think that's why I tried out for the quarterback spot, as my dad had been the quarterback in his own time at high school. She always tells me I am like him in so many ways.
Practice was finally over and I was so ready to go home shower, eat, and collapse in front of the TV, I got to my car just about to open the door when my hand paused halfway, something made me look up and as I glanced around the carpark my heart stopped because I saw the most beautiful girl, a couple of spaces over. I knew her name was Rachel Berry, she was Puck's favourite slushy victim. I don't know why he picked on her so horribly because as far as I knew, she had never given him a reason. I questioned then why had I never noticed how stunningly beautiful she was. Her wavy brunette hair hung down to her tiny waist, she can't have been much more than five foot tall.
I was immediately entranced and left breathless by her dark chocolate brown eyes. Even with the distance between us, our eyes connected and I could tell they were looking into my soul, I felt something inside me move and I pressed my hand over my heart, I was positive it was going to jump right out of my chest it was beating so hard, I couldn't breathe or move my body for a few minutes so I did the only thing I could, I pulled my mouth into a lop sided smile making the dimple in my right cheek show up in all its dorkiness.
Rachel seemed to be frozen to the ground too, because she didn't do anything but pull her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth and give a small, nervous wave before gathering herself and walking away slowly, shyly looking over her shoulder before getting in her car and driving away. I think I stayed stuck in the same spot for hours, at least it felt that way but, was only a few minutes, until the ringing of my phone woke me up, it was my Mom asking how much longer I was going to be as dinner was just about ready. I'm not sure how I got home but before I knew it I was at our dining table eating dinner with Mom, and trying to get my head around what just happened in the carpark with Rachel.
I went to bed that night my mind constantly turning over, why did I suddenly feel like I was in heaven and Rachel was the angel of my dreams? Every thought was about her, and eventually sometime around midnight I think it was I fell asleep. So, thankful it was Friday I slept till about ten the next morning. Mom was working so I just hung around the house trying to motivate myself to make a start on my homework, it took a while but by about one o'clock that afternoon I had done most of it and took a break, I hadn't even been bothered to check my phone so when I finally did I found like a dozen messages from Quinn wanting to get together asap to discuss her ideas for our prom outfits and campaign for prom royalty, SHIT!
I had completely forgotten about Quinn and as for prom I didn't care, it was months away I felt a bit guilty for avoiding her because my mind had been filled with thoughts of Rachel. But even though Quinn was easy to look at and made me feel good sometimes I didn't feel any real strong connection to her, I suppose I must have felt something for her after all I was dating her. But I think it had more to do with reputation.
I mean I liked Quinn the making out was great, though when I really think about our together time, it was only when it suited her, she decided when and where I could touch, but she was my first girlfriend so really, I had nothing to compare with. If I'm being totally honest I felt more for a certain petite brunette, in the short five minutes we made eye contact across a parking lot than I have ever felt for Quinn.
I wondered what to do now should I try and talk to Rachel or make some sort of move? Where did she even hang out after school I never saw her at the places I hung out at, did she have a boyfriend? I've never seen or heard anything about one. My brain was sure working overtime and was making me sleepy so a short nap was in order. I spent the rest of the weekend finishing my homework, doing chores for Mom and catching up on my sleep. My mind still full of girls, Rachel or Quinn, did I want to try and be with Rachel who I couldn't stop thinking about, or stay with Quinn who I was expected to be with, what should I do?
Monday morning at school I had just got to my locker to grab my stuff for Spanish when suddenly, my ears were assaulted by a high-pitched hissing that indicated I was in deep trouble. Knowing straight away what her answer would be I asked the question anyway.
"Hey babe, how are you?"
I didn't even need to be looking at her to know she would be pissed at me for ignoring her all weekend.
"Don't you hey babe me, Finn Hudson!'' She snarls.
She stands in front of me, her arms crossed over her chest and her foot tapping loudly on the linoleum floor in anger.
"Where the hell have you been? I called your phone all weekend, "Have you forgotten how important prom is, and the plans that still have to be finalized so I am guaranteed to get that crown."
I just take a deep breath and turn to face her not wanting to make a scene in the hallway but not really caring either I had more things going on, than wanting to spend my time listening to her go on about a damn dance so I shrug and say.
"I'm sorry Quinn."
Thinking up an excuse I open my mouth to speak, but my mind goes blank and my mouth hangs open because the star of my weekend dreams stops at her locker a couple down from mine and our eyes meet again, she blushes the prettiest shade of pink I have ever seen then looks down at her shoes.
Quinn is still standing next to me ranting away, not even noticing I haven't been listening to her, my attention focused solely on Rachel, I am jolted out of my Rachel trance by the bell ringing for first period Spanish.
"I gotta go Q I'll call you later yeah?" I quickly wave goodbye to her over my shoulder and hurry away.
As I was walking into my Spanish class, I overheard my teacher Mr Schuester talking to a couple of kids about trying to get some more members for the glee club as only 5 kids have tried out so far, I was only half listening my mind still on Rachel's face and how it colored so prettily when she blushed, when one kid called Artie spoke.
"Mr Schue, do you know if Rachel managed to get the music for the song she wanted to sing at the pep rally sorted yet?"
Nodding and smiling Mr. Schue said, "Yeah Artie, I think she must have, she said she was going to be in the auditorium after school again today to practice so I'm assuming she is all good to go with it now and she has found someone to play the drums for her."
I saw Artie nod his head and roll his wheelchair away to his desk, I couldn't believe it Rachel must be the owner of that angelic voice I heard on Friday, an idea suddenly came to me and I stuck my hand in the air waving it madly to get Mr Schue's attention.
"I can um, play drums pretty well and sing a bit, if it will help you guys out".
Mr Schue had the biggest smile on his face and was so happy "That's fantastic Finn thanks, can you be in the auditorium at four o'clock?"
"Sure, I will be there no problem." I was nodding my head and smiling, thinking my day just got a whole lot better I couldn't wait till after school.
I was in the cafeteria at lunch secretly observing Rachel who was sitting with Artie from Spanish and some other friends a few tables over, when Quinn came storming over, ranting like a crazy person.
"Finn Hudson what the hell is your problem how dare you ignore me all weekend and brush me off like you did this morning, do you not know how important prom is to me? You need to come over to my house after school to discuss our campaign, but don't think you will be getting anything else after your behaviour, so if you want to be switching bases anytime soon make sure you are at my house by four pm on the dot. Or you are being cut off!"
Her threat of being 'cut off' didn't make any difference to my decision as I never got past touching her boobs over her bra anyway, so I said firmly. "I can't Quinn, I have something important to do"
She glared at me "Finn nothing is more important than our campaign, we have so much to do so I can win that crown."
"Quinn calm down I don't have time for this crap now, I'm busy this afternoon so can you just deal with it or not I don't really care, and can you stop pushing this fucking prom shit so hard, you know it's not my thing, I don't even want to go if I can't have any fun. I think you are getting too carried away with the whole thing it's just a school dance.
She spluttered out a series of words that sounded like "dick" and "fucking idiot" then blasting me with a hateful laser strength glare that would melt steel she stomped away.
I seriously wondered what the hell I was doing with her, and didn't know how much more of her crap I could take.
Looking up and seeing Rachel so natural and pretty. Happily sitting with her not popular friends just enjoying their company. I couldn't help, but think about how she would just go to prom and have fun with her friends. I wondered what she would wear, I could see her in a soft pink dress with her hair in a tumble of curls, she would look like a princess, I suddenly had a vision in my head of going with her holding her close while slow dancing, and kissing her soft looking, full pink lips at the end of the night, she wouldn't need a cheap plastic crown to show she was special. She would make me feel special too just by being with her.
I spent the rest of lunch and afternoon classes daydreaming, which was weird because I haven't even had a conversation with her and already my thoughts have moved to the future, a future with her….
Four o'clock came finally and I made my way to the auditorium, thank cheeses I didn't run into Quinn on the way, as I didn't want her shitty talk about following her orders to spoil my afternoon. I was excited to play the drums and find out once and for all if it was in fact Rachel that belonged to the angelic voice I heard on Friday. As I walked through the door I saw Mr Schue and the other kids standing around the piano, I sort of recognised them from other classes and knew they were kids Puck said needed a slushy facial or a dumpster toss, in the case of the tall thin guy Kurt Hummel daily, just because they were there, their names I think were Mercedes, Tina, and Artie I knew from Spanish.
The last person standing to the side of the big black piano was the one person I had wanted to see the most, Rachel!
The kids were all chatting away but their conversations stopped suddenly and everyone turned to look at me, when Mr Schue said, "Finn hi" as I got closer "Thanks for coming we hope you enjoy yourself and maybe you will decide to join us permanently we could always use more members, we need a minimum of twelve people to be able to compete at sectionals."
I just smiled and waved at everyone and nodded my head "Hi I said nervously, Ok, so what do you want me to play?" I asked looking at Rachel. I saw the shocked look, on her face and hoped I haven't scared her by just showing up.
"Um do you know Don't Stop Believing by Journey?" She asks softly.
"Yeah I do" I say nodding my head happily "It's by one of my favourite 80s rock bands."
"Ok then let's give it a try, from the top" Mr Schue said clapping his hands as everyone took their places.
I was stunned we did the song, I even sang along I couldn't believe the angel I heard was Rachel, I was at a loss for words and without even thinking about it made the most sudden decision ever in my life.
"Mr. Schue, I want to join glee club please"
Everyone was cheering and saying how good we sounded, I noticed the soft smile on Rachel's face, which made me feel extra good inside. l was welcomed into the group feeling at home right away, even though I was classed as a popular jock, I'd never been cruel like some of the other guys. It made me so happy and I had never felt so alive, as I had singing and pounding on the drums, and as a bonus I would see Rachel three times a week at rehearsal, and maybe we would be able to get some time to practice with just the two of us, well not just practice I was really hoping we could talk, as I wanted to get to know all about everything that made up Miss Rachel Berry.
After the song Mr. Schue gave me a print out of the glee club's practice schedule, but said I was welcome to use the choir room anytime to practice if I wanted to. Reminding me with a laugh of my Spanish assignment that was due last week.
At my puzzled look and "What?"
He chuckles again and says "que hace el Verano pasado. He sighs and says, "What you did last summer?"
"Oh yeah, almost halfway done with almost all of it Mr. Schue." I waved him off and walked out of the choir room happier than I'd been in a long time even with the reminder about my assignment.
I headed to my car, annoyed that today I had to park in the lot that was closest to where the cheerio's junior teams were practicing, purposely avoiding looking in that direction just in case. But halted in my steps, after hearing my name spoken softly in that voice I was fast becoming addicted to.
"Finn wait up please?"
I turned around to see Rachel with a blush on her pretty face and her bottom lip between her teeth, "Hey Rach what's up?"
"Umm h-hi Finn, I just wanted to thank you for helping out at glee club and hope you really did mean what you said about joining, because you are very talented and you would be a great addition to our group, maybe you could get some other kids to show an interest as well, it would mean the world to all of us if we could get enough members to show at sectionals, plus I really like singing with you , we have great musical chemistry and I think we could be part of something special, do you want to exchange phone numbers just in case of extra practices?"
She spoke so quickly I was amazed she still had breath left, she then just tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and sucked on her bottom lip nervously, probably thinking I'd laugh at her or say something horrible.
"Yeah sure Rach that's a fantastic idea" handing over my cell she dialled her number and pressed the call button.
Smiling again when her cell beeped with a new call. She handed mine back and I felt an instant tingle when our fingers touched around the phone.
I was smiling inside and happy to notice the relieved look on her face when I said that.
"I promise I meant every word I said about joining glee club, Rachel. Though I can't promise any other kids would join but I would talk to the other guys on my teams how does that sound?"
She nodded her head and gave me the biggest brightest smile I think I had ever seen, and my heart did flip flops in my chest I was falling for her in a big way and hoped she felt something for me as well.
"Ok then, thanks again Finn, I'd better get going, see you tomorrow?"
I nodded and smiled back, and said "I hoped so"
She left with a wave and another big smile.
After my shower that night, I was laying on my bed, tossing up whether to send a text message to Rachel, as I really wanted to talk to her some more. After a couple of minutes deliberating I opened my cell and smiled big when I found her number and started to type making sure to spell everything right and use the correct punctuation.
Hi Rachel, I really had a great time in glee this afternoon, and can't wait to see you again, I'm hoping we can talk more and get to know each other better, sweet dreams. Finn H.
Hoping she didn't think I was moving too fast, or worse think I was like Puck and just stringing her along with plans to humiliate her at some point, but I truly did want to spend more time with all of them, but mostly her. I wasn't sure if she would respond to my message but no more than five minutes later she replied.
Hi Finn, I am glad you had an enjoyable time in glee and if I am being honest (which I always am just so you know, and expect others to do me the same curtesy) looking forward to more time spent together as well. Sleep well Finn. Rachel Berry*.
My mind was on those words smiling like a goof at the little star thingy she typed after her name, when my phone went off again hoping it was Rachel, I quickly pressed accept call without looking at the caller ID, and had barely got out a hello when my eardrums are assaulted with a harsh,
"WHAT THE FREAKING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING JOINING THAT LAME ASS LOSERS CLUB, ARE YOU AN IDIOT? ARE YOU TRYING TO RUIN MY RUN FOR PROM QUEEN ON PURPOSE OR ARE YOU JUST ABNORMALLY STUPID?
I AM TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW, FINN HUDSON YOU WILL QUIT THAT STUPID GLEE CLUB, I WILL NOT BE MADE TO LOOK A FOOL, AND IF YOU DON'T QUIT I'ILL MAKE SURE YOUR SOCIAL STANDING AT SCHOOL IS FINISHED.
OH, AND IF YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR YOU STOP HANGING AROUND WITH THAT HIDEOUS BERRY FREAK SHE IS NOTHING BUT A DESPERATE UGLY, MIDGET LOSER, GOING NOWHERE IN LIFE. IF THE VOTING BODY AT SCHOOL SEE YOU HANGING AROUND WITH HER MY CHANCE OF WINNING PROM QUEEN WILL BE IN THE FREAKING TRASH, WHERE SHE BELONGS."
I didn't care when she was calling me names but the minute she said stuff about Rachel I exploded,
"DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT FUCKING SHIT ABOUT RACHEL YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HER SHE IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU.
YOU KNOW WHAT QUINN? I WON'T TAKE YOUR CRAP ANYMORE, YOU DO NOTHING BUT TREAT ME LIKE SHIT, I DON'T THINK YOU EVEN REALLY CARE ABOUT ME, YOU JUST USE ME BECAUSE I'M THE QUARTERBACK AND IT MAKES YOU LOOK GOOD AND THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE.
WELL NEWS FLASH QUINN YOU ARE NOT BETTER THAN THE REST OF US. I'M NOT GONNA BE YOUR FUCKING SLAVE ANYMORE. I'M DONE WITH YOU, FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO LIVE OUT YOUR STUPID PROM QUEEN DREAMS WITH, I'M DUMPING YOUR BITCHY CHEERLEADER ASS WE ARE THROUGH!"
I slammed my phone shut after blocking and deleting her number. I was so angry especially when she said that nasty shit about Rachel but I was more furious at myself for ever thinking I loved Quinn. When I seriously think about it, we only did what she wanted on date nights it was all fancy dinners or shopping at the mall, she didn't even think about the fact I wasn't as wealthy as her and couldn't afford all that every week. (and was it necessary to wander around the stores every weekend, how much stuff does one girl need, 'specially when the only clothes she ever wears are her red and white cheerleader's uniform.) But if I suggested bowling or just staying in and watching a movie with takeout pizza I was made to feel like such a bad boyfriend who had no idea how to treat a girl properly.
Thinking back, I wondered what it was I ever saw in Quinn, sure she was hot and pretty but her nasty, domineering personality sort of negated the hotness. I think it was because we were the top of the popularity heap at school and it was expected, and like I've said before she was my first girlfriend, but I'm glad I have finally seen the real her. I'm positive now that I've thought about it we were together more for status than actual attraction. I hope I have heard the last from her, but I don't have high expectations that she will just accept that I broke up with her and get on with her life.
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