let's hear it for the boy

my name is finn christopher hudson. i'm pretty dope and i do dope shit. there's a stormtrooper named after me. like seriously, he's based off of me. what i love: PRINCESS LEIA, lacrosse, doughnuts, and my mom. likely in that order. my best friend's name is noah puckerman. we're basically the coolest, hottest dudes at st. jude's, so you know, hit us up if you want to hang out with cool people. don't hit us up if you're a lame loser. var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5194726"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "http://freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=clark kent falling in love with lois lane&e2=clark kents falling in love with lois lanes&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[finnbreezy]

TEXT ✉ FUINN

QUINN: Finn, why are we having this conversation?

FINN: I don't know. I guess I've just always wanted to know if I ever had a chance with you.

FINN: It's late. And I'm a little buzzed. And you were on my mind, I guess.

FINN: Just forget it.

[finnbreezy]

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QUINN: I was going to give Puck an actual chance, mostly to piss off my parents, but I could at least actually tolerate Sam.

QUINN: What if I do?

FINN: Can I ask you something?

FINN: If I were single or whatever. And I asked you out. What would you say?

[finnbreezy]

TEXT ✉ FUINN

QUINN: Sam. He likes to get under my skin a little, but it's... I don't know, amusing.

FINN: So... Do you like him or something?

[finnbreezy]

TEXT ✉ FUINN

QUINN: M'hmm. I have other male friends to take my time up, you know. And one of them makes me laugh and smile just as much as you, lame jokes and all.

FINN: I make you laugh and smile. At least you can admit that.

FINN: Who is this guy? Some loser?

[finnbreezy]

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QUINN: Sometimes. [wink emoji]

FINN: Just sometimes?

[finnbreezy]

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QUINN: ... No, Finn, girls don't do that.

[a beat, biting the inside of her cheeks to hide her smile]

QUINN: Oh, really now?... Any real reason?

FINN: If you say so.

[PAUSE]

FINN: I just miss you. I guess. We haven't really hung out in a while.

FINN: Do you miss hanging out with me?

[finnbreezy]

TEXT ✉ FUINN

QUINN: I'm at a sleepover at Jane's and waiting for Rachel to fall asleep first. Why?

FINN: Why are you waiting for Rachel to fall asleep first?

FINN: Are you gonna draw a dick on her forehead? Do girls do that?

FINN: No real reason. I was just thinking about you.

[finnbreezy]

TEXT ✉ FUINN

FINN: Hey, Q.

FINN: You up?

[totallyfinn-blog]

Come on dude, have a little bit of faith. You never know, maybe that last thin one is an acceptance letter telling you to wait for the really thick one to show up next month? You’re not a loser, and the best is yet to come for you. Although I will admit, Jupiter does sound like fun. Especially if you get to spend your time with a chimp on the way. I bet they make great co-pilots.

[finnbreezy]

That sounds like a trick. Sending a thin envelope before sending the thick one. I don’t think colleges play tricks on people. I don’t know, man. Sometimes I think Beck write that song about me. Going to Jupiter with a chimp does sort of sound like some fun. Ya never know.

[finnbreezy]

When are you up for that fries and pizza, Sir Finnegan?

Whenever you are, buddy. I’m always game to eat fries and pizza.

[camille-reports]

I happen to have Tomorrow night off, a rarity. What do you say, hombre?

[finnbreezy]

I think there’s a Yankees game on tonight. I don’t feel like going out, so we can order some pizza and we can watch your team get crushed.

[finnbreezy]

PM: I know I'm not as pretty as Quinn or as popular as Kitty, but I hope you're not ashamed to be friends with me.

PM: Hey. Don’t say things like that about yourself. You are beautiful, Rachel. You don’t have to compare yourself to Quinn, or Kitty. You’re great. Why would I be ashamed to be friends with you?

[astrachel-blog]

PM: Did you read Gossip Girl the other day? I know you’ve said that you don’t put that much stock in what she reports on, but she’s been known to post very true things, and she said that you were planning to volunteer as my escort for Cotillion – which I would absolutely welcome if it happened to be true! – but the way she phrased it made it sound as though I’d be a third rate joke choice, rather than someone that anyone would ever actually dream of choosing for themselves. 

And if that isn’t the case, that’s alright, too! I’m – I’m sorry, she makes it hard to know what to believe in. You know that. I just hate that you or any of my other friends have to be suddenly implicated in the slander that she perpetuates about me. It’s rude. 

[finnbreezy]

PM: Gossip Girl is the worst. She’s right like every 2/100 times something gets posted on there. She said I was planning on... What? You are definitely not some third rate joke choice for anybody to take to the dance... Or the ball. I’m not exactly sure if Cotillion counts as a dance or a ball. You’re totally great. And I’d be honored to be your date. I’m sure we’d have a great time. Obviously, I’d like to go with my girlfriend, but she’s a junior, you know? You’re a senior and the whole event is for seniors. It would suck if you had to go with some gross sophomore or something, right? Why not show up with Finn Hudson?

[totallyfinn-blog]

Sure, but in fairness I can say that because I won. Dude, I can’t go bald… that’s not a look I even want to try and rock. I could do buzz cut if I have to but bald? No thanks, Tom Hanks. You might be on to something there with that, and you’ve got a full head of hair. Man, now that’s the best idea I’ve heard yet. Pizza is the one sound investment I can make above all others.

[finnbreezy]

Very true. If you lost, I’m sure you would be swearing about how it was the biggest mistake of your life. I agree. You’d look like one ugly mofo if you were bald. Keep out the stress, dude. It’ll save your hair. I’m never stressed and I’ve got great hair. I’m not Tom Hanks though. I’m Finn. Tom Hanks is a pretty rad dude. I’m full of great ideas. People just don’t listen to them.

[blaineydandersons-blog]

My future job was the center of conversation yet again at the Anderson family dinner tonight. Is it time to graduate yet?

[finnbreezy]

What’s your future job gonna be?

[constantlykitty]

You don’t have to go all Bill Nye to be useful.

Does that mean that you don’t want a visit from yours truly? I could play nurse for a while and give you something sweet…

[finnbreezy]

I don’t know. Bill Nye is like the coolest guy ever. 

I’m not really your happy go lucky Finn at the moment, so a visit might be a no go for right now. I don’t need a nurse. You’re super sweet, but I’ll be fine.

[constantlykitty]

Calm down, Mila Kunis. No need to talk about planetary adventures, plstysm. Or sleep studies. Or any sort of experiment.

Mark Zuckerberg. Alex Rodriguez. Harrison Ford! All people who didn’t get college degrees, but took what they’re good at (even moderately in some cases, but that’s not any of my business) and made it into their life. And you’re going to do the same thing because Carole didn’t raise no fools.

[finnbreezy]

Are you sure? I’m gonna have so much free time on my hands doing absolutely nothing with my life, I might as well dedicate my life to science. Be useful.

I don’t really need a pep talk. Alright. Maybe I do need a pep talk, but I don’t really want one right now. I just wanna eat some bad food, lay in bed forever, and just be bitter about my life for a while.

[finnbreezy]

moderndayxgracekelly replied to your post: I have received all my college rejection letters....

Where have you applied?… You’ll find something.

Easy for you to say, Ms. Yale. 

[finnbreezy]

I have received all my college rejection letters. The last one came a couple days ago. I haven’t opened it yet, but I know it’s a rejection. They send out the thick packets when you get accepted. And I have received 0 thick envelopes. 12/12 rejections. I’m gonna start Googling “what to do after high school when you’re a loser.” Maybe I’ll donate my time to experiments or something. There’s got to be a sleep study I could join. Or if they’re planning on sending a chimp to Jupiter, maybe I could volunteer instead? Jupiter seems pretty fun.