Ready for chapter 2? We get to meet Finn in this one! The POV shifts a bit to only express Finn's thoughts, which is always fun because I really enjoy writing his inner ramblings.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters. I also do not own Just Like Heaven. This is just for fun:)

Chapter 2

"Dude, is that your fourth?"

"Fifth." Finn answered his best friend, Noah "Puck" Puckerman, as he lifted his fifth can of beer to his lips and let out a long drawn out sigh. Spending time at Puck's place was always cool, but Finn had recently found that the greatest advantage to doing so was the seemingly never-ending supply of beer in his fridge.

"Well, take it easy, bro, 'cause I sure as hell won't be driving you home." Puck kicked up his feet on his coffee table and turned up the volume on the TV.

"What home?" Finn shot back sarcastically. "And I don't have a car anyways, so I'll be riding the subway to… nowhere, I guess." He laughed a bit at himself and took another sip of beer.

Puck eyed his friend then quickly shut off the television.

"Look, man. You need to stop this shit." Finn sent Puck a glare, but just shook his head and placed the can to his mouth again. "Seriously, Finn!" Puck quickly swiped the can away from Finn's grip and set it on the opposite end of the table, spilling some on both of them in the process.

"What the hell!" Finn shouted, quickly grabbing napkins and dabbing his wet shirt. "What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with you? Look, man, you have a decent job, you get paid alright. Your problem is you keep blowing your money on beer. You have seriously got to get your own place." Finn rolled his eyes at Puck, but he knew that he was right.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I just…" Finn's sentence trailed off as he got lost in his thoughts.

"It's been like three months, dude. It's time to move on."

Again, Puck was right. But as the days went by, Finn was finding it harder and harder to just move on.

Finn hadn't always been like this. About a year ago, he was on top of the world. He was in his senior year at the Metropolitan College of New York – not the most prestigious school, but he was happy to have gotten into anywhere. He grew up in Ohio but was desperate to leave and make a name for himself, so he ended up attending school in New York City. That was where he met his best friend, Puck, who was his roommate all throughout school.

But it was also where he met the love of his life, Quinn Fabray. Or so he thought. Quinn was gorgeous, and very popular with the student body. Everyone saw her as an all around good, Christian girl, who was smart, pretty, and athletic. Finn couldn't help but fall in love with her.

They had been together since their sophomore year of college, so by his senior year, he was really starting to think that this would be the girl he would spend the rest of his life with. He was actually planning on proposing.

Then she got pregnant.

Finn wasn't one of those guys who just up and left their girlfriends once they knocked them up. Yes, he was upset, but he was going to stick by her side and help her get through it. He got two jobs to help support the baby and waited on Quinn hand and foot whenever she got really moody. He loved her, and he wanted to be a good father to his baby.

About 4 months into Quinn's pregnancy, Finn found out that Quinn's baby wasn't even his. She cheated on him with one of his good friends, Sam, and she told Finn it was his baby knowing he would be more supportive than Sam would have been. Finn broke up with her immediately, and their relationship didn't end on good terms. He hadn't spoken to her since then.

Ever since he had been pretty messed up. Even now, 3 months after the break up, and 2 months since he had graduated, he still moped around – not having took the time to find his own place, and drowning his sorrows in beer.

For a while, no one could blame him. He'd lost a friend, the love of his life, and a baby that he'd been the father of for 4 months. No one said that letting go would be easy.

But Puck was right. Finn was doing nothing but screwing himself over. And he knew it was time he made some changes.

"Yeah, I was thinking letting go might be a good idea." Finn let out a sigh and slumped back on the couch.

"Good. Then tomorrow, we're hitting the town, you and me, and we are going to find you an apartment." Finn nodded his head in agreement. "And you're too wasted to walk around out the streets tonight. You're crashing here, bro."

"I was hoping you may say that."

"And after we find that apartment, we are going to Times Square to flirt with all the hot tourist girls! They won't be able to keep their hands off you if you're with Puckzilla." Puck ran his hand through his Mohawk and pounded his chest with his fist.

"Yeah, let's just work on the apartment first, Puckzilla."

"Okay, this place is the shit!" Puck exclaimed as he and Finn walked around a spacious apartment, looking at their surroundings.

It was everything Finn had wanted out of a place. It was completely furnished, had multiple rooms, a great view of the Manhattan streets below him, and it was affordable. They had almost given up for the day on finding an apartment until they stumbled upon a small ad in the paper for the one they were in now.

And for Finn, it was perfect.

"Yeah, just why is it a month to month sublet? What did the owners say on the phone?" Finn asked while opening the fridge to see how much space there was in it.

"They didn't say much of anything. I would have turned on the Puckster charm, but the dude seemed pretty upset."

"The dude?"

"No one can resist my bad-boy ways." Puck took a running jump onto the couch sitting in the main room. "So, what do you say? Is this it?"

Finn walked to the large window overlooking the busy streets below him. This was just what he needed, a brand new place to start fresh in. This was going to be his new beginning that would help him let go of everything that happened in the past few months.

"Yeah, man. This is it."

About a week had passed since Finn had finished moving his belongings into his new apartment – it hadn't taken very long considering he didn't have all that many belongings, and most of them were at Puck's place, so Puck was more than eager to help get them out of his way.

Finn felt more at home in his new apartment than he had anywhere for the past 4 years. It may have only been a few days that he'd been living there, but he was already growing pretty attached to the place. He wished that it would have been rented to him for a full year, rather than a month to month lease. He still didn't know why that had been the deal, but he wanted to know in case they were planning on making it unavailable to him soon. It wasn't likely, but he didn't want to take any chances.

Now that he was back on his feet, he didn't see any harm in drinking a couple beers every night – it did help him relax, and it wasn't like he was getting wasted like he did all the time a couple weeks ago.

He tilted a can of beer to his lips while watching a hockey game on the couch only to find it was dry. He placed the empty can down next to the other one and the empty trays of order-in on the coffee table. One more beer couldn't hurt. Besides, he wasn't drinking in self-pity; he was drinking in happiness for once.

He stood up, wearing only his superhero boxers that he only wore when he was in a really good mood, and a grey t-shirt, and made his way to the fridge. He rounded the corner and flipped on the light switch that was on the inside of the kitchen wall.



"Please, take whatever you want! Just don't hurt me!" A terrified looking short brunette stood in Finn's kitchen screaming at him, her hands held high above her head.

"What? I'm not stealing anything!" Finn was almost as frightened as the petite girl appeared to be, but she had to have been more than a foot shorter than him, so if she was a psycho killer, she didn't seem to pose much of a threat.

The girl looked around frantically, probably deciding her next move to make against the tall man in front of her. She appeared to be about 5'2, the top of her head below Finn's shoulder. She wore a light blue dress covered in small white polka dots that hit a couple of inches above her knees. She shuffled her feet from side to side, Finn noting that she wore brown loafers and white knee socks.

Who was this chick? She dressed in a way that made her look like she was 10 but by the looks of her, she had to have been around his age. Her skin looked very smooth, glowing under the kitchen lights. She had full, pink lips, sitting in a grimace at the moment, and her nose seemed a bit larger than most, but it complimented the rest of her face in a way.

Finn couldn't help but think she was attractive, but it was hard to think about her in that way when she just popped up in his apartment out of nowhere.

Her expression slightly softened when she looked him up and down, seeing he didn't exactly look like someone dangerous.

"Look, I'm sorry you're homeless, but you need to get out of here and sleep somewhere else!" the girl screamed at him. She looked at him, disgusted, her eyes wide and her jaw remaining dropped.

"I'm not homeless, I live here!" He retorted. Her deep brown eyes grew wider and she crossed her arms, obviously frustrated with him.

"That is not possible, because I live here! This is my apartment!"

She was definitely a psycho.

"Since when?"

"Since I rented it six months ago!" She shouted. Before Finn could respond, she walked out of the kitchen and looked at the messy apartment, straightening out the wrinkles in her dress. "And look at what you've done to all my stuff!"

"Your stuff?"

"Yes, all of this furniture belongs to me! That's my lamp, my chair, my couch, my coffee table!" She began pacing and trying to straighten things up, but seemed to decide against it. "No, you know what? I don't know who the heck you are, but you are going to clean this entire apartment before I kick you out on the streets! You will throw all of this away, you will scrub the table tops and you will mop this floor!" She quickly walked out of the main room into the kitchen while shouting at him. "I'll find you the cleaning products."

Finn was speechless. Who was this crazy girl who just busted into his apartment, acting like he was the one intruding? Was this one of Puck's practical jokes or something? Did the building do this to all of the newcomers?

"Okay, hold up!" He called after her, following her footsteps into the kitchen. "Now, I rented this place from the owner and you must be crazy or – " Finn's speech cut off abruptly. There was no one there. He looked around the room, but there were no doors or windows that she could have possibly gotten out through.

He went through the main room and looked down the hallway that led to the door.

No one was there. "Hello?" Nothing.

Okay, this was seriously messed up.

Maybe he had better go easy on the beer after all.

Finn was convinced that he must have been hallucinating after drinking too much, but he made sure to lock all the doors and windows just in case the freaky chick he saw was real and she tried to get back in, though he doubted she was real.

For some reason, he did feel compelled to clean up though. Maybe the hallucination was part of his conscience telling him to stop being such a slob, so he decided to tidy up a bit.

By the time all of his trash was thrown away, it was about 1:00 in the morning, and after a long day at work, he was tired out.

He would have just jumped into bed but he remembered what his Mom said about brushing your teeth every night and how important oral hygiene was, so he went into the bathroom to brush them really quickly.

He was just about done brushing and he was thinking about how proud his Mom would be of him for keeping up with good habits. He'd make sure to call and tell her tomorrow.

He looked up into his mirror, and his eyes went wide while he spat out all of the foam onto the mirror. "Shit!"

"I told you to leave!" He saw the small brunette peering into the mirror standing behind him, anger written all over her face.

He whipped around quickly to face her, but when he did, she was gone. There was absolutely no one there but him.

What the hell was going on?

"Dude, what's up?" Puck called as he walked to the table Finn sat at in the bar that they often went to when they wanted to hang out or wanted to get drunk but weren't at home, and set down a beer bottle in front of him.

"Nothing's up really." Finn placed his hand on the bottle hesitantly but pushed it away.

"So you called me at this ungodly hour of the morning to meet you here, and you have nothing to say to me?"

"It's 2:00 in the afternoon."

"Well, I'm not due to be awake for another 2 hours. What the hell is up?" Puck banged his fist on the table to get Finn's attention, but Finn didn't seem to budge.

He looked around to make sure there wasn't anyone close enough to them to hear their conversation before he told Puck what was going on. When he felt safe from other's ears, he looked Puck straight in the eye.

"There was a girl in my apartment last night." He whispered. Puck's face lit up at his words.

"Seriously? That's awesome, bro! Now that is my Finny boy! How was she?" He smiled slyly and Finn and waggled his eyebrows at him.

"No, no, no! Not that! I mean," he paused and looked around before continuing with a lower voice. "There was a girl in my apartment that wasn't actually…there."

"What was she wasted, high? Was she unavailable or something? Don't let those things stop you!" Puck was speaking louder than Finn would have liked. Finn sighed and closed his eyes, pinching the skin between his eyebrows.

"No, Puck. I mean, she wasn't…real." Puck stared at him blankly for a few seconds, but eventually recognition spread across his face.

"Oh, you mean a hallucination or something." Finn nodded his head. "Oh cool, man. Was she hot?"

"I was a little too busy freaking out over there being some control-freak tiny girl running around my apartment to really get a good look at her." He wasn't being completely honest there – she was pretty hot. But that was beside the point. If he had said she was hot, Puck would have pressed for more details about her when what Finn really needed was some advice.

"Okay, okay. So, when you saw this…fake girl running around your house, were you shit-faced?" Puck said flatly. He had no problem being blunt.

"No!" Finn exclaimed. Puck eyes him suspiciously. "No, Puck, I wasn't, really! I only had 2 beers, I swear. I think maybe it was like my conscience trying to send me a message or something." Finn began to anxiously tap his fingers on the table in front of him.

"Are you sure you weren't dreaming? I've had girls come to me in my dreams all the time." Finn shook his head in response.

"No, I'm sure I was awake." Finn said. He looked at the beer in front of him. "You know, maybe I shouldn't drink at all anymore. I think it's messing me up."

"Dude, can't you see? The beer isn't your problem. It's girls." Finn rolled his eyes at Puck once again, but he was not fazed. "No, really. I think your mind is trying to tell you that you need to spend time with women! When's the last time you got laid?"

At this, Finn began to stand up and gather his things.

"Thanks for your help Puck."

"Seriously, though."Puck's tone grew serious. He grabbed Finn before he could get too far away. "You're lonely. I know you are. You need to get out more, meet new people! It's time to start putting yourself out there dude."

Maybe he was right. Puck may have not been the smartest of guys when it came to school, but he did know how to work with people and get what he wanted. Finn was open to meeting new girls too – to answer Puck's question, it had been longer than he would have liked.

"Okay. I'll try to start meeting some new people."

"Atta boy, Finny! Now pay for these beers, we're going to my place." Puck stood up from the table and threw some cash down.

"How am I supposed to put myself out there if we're going to your apartment?"

"We're going to my apartment to get my guitar. Then you and I are going to put on a show for the lovely tourist women out on the streets." Finn laughed at Puck's proposition and nodded his head. He didn't care so much about meeting women, but he definitely needed a night out on the town with his best friend today. "Finn, my man, you are going to get lucky tonight!"

Don't worry, Finn hasn't seen the last of his tiny brunette hallucination:) Stay tuned for the the next chapter!

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A/N: I made Sam the one who Quinn cheated with because I really wanted Puck to be friends with Finn in this story. I just had to have Puck, he's too hilarious not to have:)