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@finnactually
Slow your sperm, Huddy. I’m talking in the future-future. When you’re settled down with some nice girl-next-door type of woman who is all flowers and sunshine and plays the part of step-mom to a T. Then maybe real mom, who knows?
But for now…single dad super laid should be okay.
That sounds boring, though, like I’d be in the kind of movie I usually fall asleep watching.
Scary, still.
You’re welcome.
You got it. Super dad = super laid. And who knows, that could lead to more dad-ness in the future. If that’s a thing you want.
Whoa more dadness sounds super scary and not even worth getting super laid for right now. Cause like, this dude, totally not even knocking up someone unless it’s on super purpose.
I meeeean. Okay. You’re pretty damn good. Better than mine, so I don’t have much else to compare you to.
Hey, single dads are a total catch. I bet that as soon as you’re ready and someone manages to catch your eye then that title will change in no time.
Thank you.
Someday being a super dad will get me totally laid, is basically what you’re saying?
Oh, you know I’m kidding. You’re…one of the best ones I’ve see, Hudson.
Definitely. That’s crazy to think. They’re still hitting off and the infamous Blam team is going strong. I’d try to make plans with them, but being the awkward leftover wheel is basically a death sentence.
Only one of the best?
Ah yeah, they’re all so coupley and gross, hanging out with them is always me making a lot of single dad jokes.
#Baddad strike #2.
That’s…that’s super great. I’m really proud of both of them. I… This is silly. Quinn and I haven’t really. Spoken. But I’m glad that she’s doing well and going to Paris and still with Rachel. They’re really great together.
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Quinn’s back and forth a lot, but yeah, her and Rachel are really good together, I’m glad Rach has her.
Yikes. I don’t know if Dribble is going to be too happy about that.
How, um. How has she been?
He’d have to deal.
Good! Quinn’s in Paris right now doing... things that she does? I should pay more attention but I don’t. Rachel has like two other bakery locations now, though, which is awesome for her! I’m proud she’s been able to expand and keep up with it all.
You could never be alone, even if you try, Finn Hudson. Too many people love you to ever let that happen.
Oh my God I’m going to have to live with Rachel and her cat.
Someone has an early case of the Empty Nest Syndrome.
I’m not embarrassed to admit I’m not ready to be alone.
Hey, it’s not my fault that you have Einstein on your hands. The world needs his thesis powers, Finn.
Nope. Not happening. I won’t allow it. #baddad. I can’t do life without him yet. Nope.
Let him know that we can split it 50/50 style. As long as he makes sure to put some away for when he goes away to college next week.
HE’S NOT ALLOWED TO GO TO COLLEGE YET, GOSH!!!
📷 INSTAGRAM ➘ COMMENTS
@kittyonfleek: The powers of Photoshop.
@finnstagram: i know that's not true because i've seen you in real life. so.
Well, damn. I think I might have just found the way to get rich and famous and my transportation solution.
As long as my boy gets a cut in the deal, you’re all good to go, Ms. Wilde!
Remind me to invent my own flying services when I become all rich and famous.
Because Delta just doesn’t cut it anymore. A girl tries to fly home for the weekend and doesn’t get to come back until Tuesday morning. This is what I get for being sentimental. Regardless: Hello, Seattle, I am a Kitty just trying to get the heck out of the airport.
Hover shoes. Invent hover shoes, Max said.
TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME
If Finn ever left Seattle. As far as she knew the one time that he had actually left the city was when he surprised her. But thinking about that two years after the face when he left her for another woman (the mother of his child, Kitty, let’s not pretend that it’s something actually against you), and now that said woman was gone and…it was all just so complicated.
Focus on the game, Kit.
She turned her eyes out to the field when he did and yeah. Max was just like this little version of Finn and Marley and the fact that she could see the woman in him? God, she could only imagine what Finn felt.
Kitty laughed under her breath and couldn’t help but imagine the proud parent that Finn was. The fact that his son played sports probably made him the happiest dad around. Hell, she’d probably just join him in all of that cheering. If he wanted her to.
He agreed on the food stop and Kitty rose to go with him, but then he seemed to stutter over his thought to her. Then again, she probably would have to. Say hi to Max already? She thought that maybe she would have to when the game ended, but…before it?
“I want to.”
The words were out between her lips before she could stop herself and she bit down on her lip. “Uh…here. You go get Max and I’ll get the stuff.” Before he could even argue she pushed on his back gently, off towards the diamond to go get his son. “I got it. Go.”
While he was gone she took the time to get two dogs, three waters, and a couple of other little treats. She knew that Finn could pack it away and well…Kitty wasn’t far behind him. When she came back with the goodies and saw Finn standing there waiting for her, Max at his side, Kitty almost tripped over her own feet.
Luckily she somehow managed to make it over to them and she handed off Finn’s water and hot dog and then gave a hesitant smile down to Max.
“H-Hi, Max. I’m Kitty, in case you…you don’t remember. And rest assured that this-” She paused to touch a piece of her short blonde hair, “-is staying.” She crouched down and slowly held out the water bottle, “Here. For the, um. The dug out. And here,” She held out a packet of gum (sugar free, just in case), “So you can be like one of the pros.”
Finn complied, just as he always had when Kitty asked him to do something and after watching Kitty make her way to the vendor, he walked over to the fence where Max spotted him right away and he ran over.
“Is that Kitty??” he asked, eyes bright. Finn only nodded, saying anything probably could give Max more hope than the poor kid needed.. and well, more than Finn needed, too. “She’s prettier than the pictures, dad,” Max had to add and Finn laughed.
“Get over here, she’s getting you some stuff,” to which Finn only got out half the sentence before his mini-me was already rounding his way around the fence ready for whatever he was about to get.
Neither said anything until Kitty made her way to them. Finn observed the small interaction close lipped as he took his own food and drink.
“Hi, I remember!” Max greeted overly excited, something he’d gotten from his mother, and he graciously took the water and gum from Kitty before starting to run back. He stopped right where the fence met the dug out and then he turned to yell right before running away, “Thanks! And thanks for hanging out with my dad!”
Finn blushed a little and thanked her as well, “You know you don’t gotta keep buying me things,” he teased, leading her back to the bleachers to sit down.
TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME
It was both terrifying and exhilarating to think about the fact that she was going to see Finn again. When she moved back to Seattle she knew that she was going to run into everyone, but Finn Hudson was the last person she thought she would be spending more time with above everyone else. Sure, Blaine and Sam had both gotten in touch with her, but they hadn’t arranged anything yet. Finn, though… Then again, maybe it was really just because of Max.
Max.
That was a whole dilemma in itself. Max was Finn’s son. But he was also Marley’s. Marley, who had died and who didn’t want Kitty to know her son until it was official that Kitty was someone important in Finn’s life. And yet…here they were. Max only knew the very least of his father’s ex-girlfriend and they were arranged to hang out. Or at least for said ex-girlfriend to watch him play his game.
What did one wear to a baseball game when it was bound to be more awkward than anything else in the world? Did she go literal with her baseball tee and jeans? Or did she try the whole Cosmo tip of dressing up so that the exes always thought you were doing better than you really were.
God, no. She wasn’t that girl.
In the end she just decided on a pair of jean shorts, an old University long-sleeve, and cap. She was running only a few minutes late and so when she pulled up to the field and saw that the kids were warming up she gave a sigh of relief. Showing up late. What an impression to make.
It only took a few minutes to find Finn in the stands. He was the tallest one there and it showed, even while he was sitting. Kitty skated by the side of the diamond and popped up into the stands with a grin. His arms opened and it felt like a weird gravitational pull. Before she could second guess herself, Kitty folded herself into his arms and hugged him right back.
“Thank God for the invention of GPS, right?”
She pulled back and only held on for maybe one second too long before unwrapping herself and fixing her hair, “I hope so. Did you, um. Did you tell him that I was going to be here?” Kitty took a seat on the stands and pulled her purse into her lap.
Not wanting things to get awkward, she bit down on her lip and hooked a thumb out at the small shack next to the stands that worked like a vendor, “Do you want a hot dog? Something about sports just gets that craving going.”
Hugging her had been a strange idea, one Finn hadn’t even considered until he had already welcomed her into his arms and embraced her generously. It was only strange because of how normal it felt, Finn didn’t understand how so much could change and how so much time could go by, yet a feeling of complete normalcy could remain between himself and Kitty, frankly, it made him nervous.
“Totally,” Finn agreed, “If I ever left Seattle I’d be so lost without it, like, I’d never make it home.”
Instinctively, when Max was brought into the conversation, Finn’s head turned so he could get a glance at his son to make sure he was still there and still okay, which he was, laughing with one of his teammates during a warmup drill. Coincidentally, Max’s smile was contagious and Finn grinned at the sight.
“Kind of?” he questioned to himself, “Told him that you might come to a game soon and that I told you when they were, so he was happy with the answer. He said I’d be a lot less loud if I had someone here to distract me.”
Cause, you know, proud father cheers sometimes get a little out of hand... but whatever.
“A hot dog sounds good though,” he perked up with the suggestion, Finn wasn’t one to turn down food, especially during a sporting event, “I’ll grab Max a water too and have him come get it before they start so you can say hi...”
Finn paused since, maybe she didn’t want to say hi? Maybe she was being polite by being there? Finn couldn’t tell.
“If you want, anyway,” was added while he stood from his spot on the bleachers to lead them towards the food vendor.
TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME
Finn, he’d never thought that he and Kitty would end up together in the same place again. In some ways, after Marley died, he didn’t want that, either. He didn’t want to be around anyone that would, or could, make him feel emotionally connected… because those people, all they do is get into your head and heart, then die.
That’s what his mom did, right? She was the only one who believed in him, who told him how good and smart he was even when other people didn’t believe the same. His mom held him when he cried the night Marley left him. She told him not all girls were like that, not all of them would leave him. But that was a lie.
Fucking Marley came back, and she came back with his child. If the sting of her leaving wasn’t enough she’d kept him away from something he wanted, needed, to be good at. After being abandoned by a man, Finn hated so much that Max could ever look at him that way. Because later on, when Max got older, Finn knew he wouldn’t throw Marley under the bus, he wouldn’t make it out to be all her fault. Max deserved to look at his mother in the best light possible… so Finn would let him.
He’d got Max to the field early after texting Kitty the address and he sat on the bleachers watching his son warm up with the rest of the team.
When Marley died, Finn hadn’t been much of a father, let alone ready to take on the job full time. Even in that moment, seeing Max laugh with his friends on the field when they’d miss a ground ball or over throw a catch, Finn was overwhelmed. That kid there, he was Finns’. That still didn’t always click.
No matter what though, Finn shook it off. He shook all of it off. The emotions. The feelings. They were all replaced with a slight façade that was Finn seemingly unattached. It was for the best, he kept telling himself…
Especially when he saw Kitty walking towards the baseball diamond and something in him decided to open his arms while she walked forwards for a hug.
“Hey! You found it!” he greeted with a smile, forced slightly, but a smile nonetheless, “Glad you came… Max will be too,” Finn added, his arms open to anticipate the hug.
TEXT MESSAGE ✉ KITTY ⇆ FINN
KITTY: Your girlfriend was taking selfies, you should have been thrilled to witness it.
KITTY: Besides, you never hated the ones I sent to you.
KITTY: Honest mistake.
FINN: I've always been a fan of your face, so I was pretty thrilled.
FINN: Mhm, sure.
