-- he's a fool, you're just as well [ &lorelai ]

[finn hudson]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

Finn had signed up for physics the previous year, not expecting the teacher to be so passionate about group projects. He didn't have time to get together with people and dilly dally around as they tried to socialize while doing anything but the work assigned. To Finn's luck, the teacher had assigned groups, and he happened to be one of the two leftover students, who were simply paired together. His assigned partner also happened to sit next to him, which only made the whole ordeal all the more convenient. No working around three different schedules, no having to get up and pretend like he had to sharpen his pencil to exchange words with the girl. It was all too perfect, and Finn felt like he had every right to take advantage of the situation.

However, it came to Finn's attention early on that the partnership wasn't going to be as easy as he'd anticipated. He'd always been a bit aloof with Lorelai, mostly because she was friends with Rachel and Quinn, and Finn simply couldn't have anymore drama relating to either of those girls, regardless of how different Lorelai might have been. She seemed to be the quiet and timid type, and while Finn usually liked being the leader, he wasn't the brightest at science and knew that he'd earn them a lovely little 'F' if she didn't step up and direct some.

Finn had taken the first step by pointing out that they needed somewhere to meet, and so he'd suggested the mall, since there was a food court, and he could eat something after practice. He'd be hungry and totally unproductive if he wasn't eating. He couldn't think of anywhere else - the library gave him the creeps with all of the knowledge on the shelves (it made him feel like maybe the books knew about him, too), and his house was off-limits because he didn't need his mother assuming that he was gonna get Lorelai pregnant too. Because in all honesty, he didn't think he could ever look at another girl romantically after what he'd been through with both Quinn and Rachel.

After practice, Finn had hopped in the shower at school and changed his clothes into something a little less gross than his workout wear, which in all honesty could've been something that had been sitting in a dumpster with the way Coach Tanaka worked them. He drove up to the Akron Shopping Mall, and fought some woman in a mini van for a parking spot. Finn hated mall parking, because it seemed like every car there was occupied by a woman so set on getting the best deal that it made her bloodthirsty.

Finn was now sitting in the middle of the food court, at a table with a slice of pizza from Sbarro in front of him, and a soda from the same establishment. He'd already eaten one entire slice in sheer starvation from his workout, but had decided to save the other for once Lorelai met up with him, in case she wanted to eat too. After dating Quinn, Finn knew that girls refused to eat unless the people around them were eating too, probably because the other people would be distracted with their own food. He didn't understand the ways of girls, nor did he try to, but he figured he'd be cordial to Lorelai since he was depending on her for an A.

Finn glanced at his cell phone a few times, wondering what was taking her so long. Maybe he'd come a little early by accident - he couldn't remember if he'd said five or five thirty. Either way, he was bored. So instead of sitting there looking like he had nothing to do, he reached into his backpack, which was on the floor at his feet, and pulled out his binder. It was mostly empty due to the fact that he managed to lose his worksheets because he simply didn't care enough to keep them. However, he'd kept the paperwork and handouts for the project, safely in the clear pocket in the front of his binder.

However, he quickly realized that sitting alone in a food court on a weeknight with a binder looked a lot more ridiculous than sitting by himself with food that he wasn't touching. To save his self-esteem, Finn put the binder away once again, and went back to people-watching. Perhaps the food court wasn't the best place to meet up afterall.

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WORDS,, 776
TAGGED,, Lorelai Anchors
MUSIC,, gives you hell - all american rejects
NOTES,, Alrighty. Here we go! Sorry it's so short. D:
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[lorelai anchors]

Love is empty,love is cruel,love it blindly breaks the rules.
(How could you have been a fool?)
IT'S SOMETHING ALL OF US GO THROUGH

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Finn Hudson was the prime example of why I was afraid of people, particularly those in a higher social hierarchy.

I probably shouldn’t have based my entire opinion on that one person alone. When I went to that Carmel High party with Rachel and auditioned for New Directions, I met a few people who I’d been afraid of before. Quinn Fabray was actually quite the sweetheart, and someone I wouldn’t mind befriending. We ended up running into each other and even got a bite to eat, which was nice. Brittany Morris and I had developed a sort of friendship after both cutting class one day, which was nice. Noah Puckerman had even gone to the lengths to try and boost my confidence level when he saw how nervous it was before auditions. And then, of course, I was working with Mike Chang, and he gave me a ride home, after we both helped ourselves to a free bowling match. Santana Lopez, well, she hated me, but according to Brittany she hated most people. I still took it personally, but not as much as I used to. I was paired with Finn for a project in science and I was dreading it. He seemed nice enough, sure, but he didn’t like me. I didn’t know why. We’d never had a previous encounter, but perhaps he heard rumors of my past, in which case I wouldn’t be able to blame him for being skeptical in regards to me. I hoped that wasn’t the case, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. He had always just been a bit cold towards me, and for that reason, I was afraid of him. But we had to do this project. I had to do the best I could in order to graduate. College was out of reach, and someplace I’d never step foot, but I needed to pass High School. Plus, he was depending on me to pass as well, and I certainly couldn’t let him down. He’d REALLY hate me, then, and for a good reason.

I didn’t know why he’d picked the Akron Mall instead of Lima. Both of their houses were probably off limits due to hovering parents and, in her case, a sibling who hadn’t grown out of the immature they-must-be-screwing phase, and I didn’t want to deal with that. I had no interest in Finn Hudson and the only reason we spoke at all was because, apparently, this was a crucial grade. That left only public places but I guessed that he’d be ashamed to be seen with me. I didn’t blame him, really. I wasn’t the coolest person to be seen with, even if the only things going on dealt strictly with school. I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach at this realization; he hated me so much that he really wouldn’t even stand to do a project in town where his friends could see me. Was I really that terrible?

A frown played along my lips as I pulled into the parking lot. I was, surprisingly, right on time -- five thirty on the dot. I was nervous about this entire thing and I hoped that we would be able to get it finished today. I didn’t want to feel this sort of anxiety again. I grabbed my science binder and purse, clutching both as I made my way quickly into the mall. The food court was bustling, but I found Finn almost immediately, so I nervously approached him, biting my lip. “H-hi,” I forced out, smiling shakily as I lowered myself into the chair opposite him. I glanced at the food he had before setting my binder on the empty table space, flipping it open to the projects. I didn’t look at him directly, still strikingly intimidated by the entire situation. “S-so, let’s… Get to, uhm, work th-then.”

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[finn hudson]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

I felt like I'd been sitting there for quite a while, mostly because it felt like I could feel everyone in the food court staring at me, even though I knew they weren't. For some reason, when I wasn't on stage, I'd grown to be quite self-conscious because of the whole Glee club thing. Before I started singing and dancing (and getting slushies thrown in my face), I never had a problem with being around other people. In fact, I liked acting wildly so I'd get attention in public places. But now that I'd known what it was like to be judged by people who didn't truly know you, I didn't do anything like that in public. A year ago, I would've laughed in the face of anyone who would've said I'd be like this - so cautious and careful. Sometimes I wonder if Glee was the best idea.

I mean, sure, I'd already been dating Quinn beforehand. It wasn't like the "hot tub" or whatever the Hell she'd done with Puck happened after we joined Glee. In fact, I'd barely been in the club by the time Quinn spilled the beans about the baby. For some reason, I can't call the baby Beth or anything because that's not the name I gave her, and she felt like mine for so long that I just can't really identify with her or anything. I mean Hell, I sang to her sonogram. That's enough for me. Anyway, I'd already had all of the drama that later surfaced beforehand, but it surfaced during Glee. Would Quinn have admitted I wasn't the father if she and Puck weren't spending time because of Glee? Puck and I certainly wouldn't have fought over her.

Lorelai interrupted my thoughts like a glass of cold water to the face. I blinked rapidly a few times as she spoke, trying to snap myself back into reality, much like when I wake up in the mornings and my mom is yelling at me to get up to avoid being late. She looked wildly timid in public, perhaps even more so than in school, and that was just surprising in itself. I didn't think that she could ever look more scared than she normally does, but she was totally outdoing herself. For a moment, I was afraid that if I spoke, it'd just freak her out more. I wasn't out to get her or anything. I just wanted to keep my distance in case she wanted to sleep with me. Because Quinn came close, and Santana actually did, and Rachel probably wanted to, and with Brittany, she could've wanted to as well. I didn't need anyone else trying to get in my pants.

But if I didn't say anything, she was gonna think I was shunning her in the middle of the Akron food court. And well, that'd just be weird. So I spoke carefully, figuring I would first explain the location. "Hey Lorelai." Starting with her name was good, right? "Sorry I made you come all the way out here. I get hungry after practice, and well, they have a Sbarro here." I gestured to the slice of pizza I hadn't touched yet.

When she opened her binder and suggested getting right to work, I frowned a bit. "You sure you don't wanna eat first?" I figured it was only polite to ask, and if I was depending on her to pass, I might as well be nice. Maybe befriend her -- no, I couldn't. That'd mean she'd have more of an excuse to want to sleep with me. And there was no way I was getting anyone pregnant for real. So maybe we wouldn't be friends, but I'd be nice. That was the gentleman way, too, and Mr. Schuester would probably be proud to see me being mature. Since I don't have a father, he's the only guy I really care about impressing at this point. He's totally been there for me, and I just want to return the gesture by being someone he can be proud of. It was good to offer to pay, right? Maybe that would make it seem like I wanted to be nice to Lorelai. "It's on me if you're hungry, to make up for the fact that you had to pay for gas to get here." I smiled a bit, trying to seem like I wasn't gonna bite or anything.

Because I wasn't going to. I just didn't know if she knew that or not. Judging by her behavior, probably not. So that was the first thing to take care of.

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WORDS,, 812
TAGGED,, Lorelai Anchors
MUSIC,, gives you hell - all american rejects
NOTES,, Okay, I'm gonna attempt first person. Wish me luck. I hope this isn't totally awful. D: Also sorry that it's all rant-y and whatnot. I figure Finn's kind of a scatter brain, so.
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION