Nostalgia Filter
Title: Nostalgia Filter
Characters: Finn, Mr. Schue
Rating: T
Summary: Finn misses the way it used to be.
Finn misses the way it used to be.
Which is stupid really, because why the heck would he miss that? Why would he want to go back to having a lying pregnant girlfriend bent on ruining his chance at a future, a best friend he hates, a mom that can't find the time to spend with in between shifts at the hospital, and life that looks bleaker then...well anything.
But...he can't help it. Sophomore year was hell, but there was never a time when Finn felt....more protected, more looked after. Mr. Schue was there for him, buying him lunch to talk about what he was going to do about Quinn, encouraging him to push himself further and harder, to be better than he was to be more. Sure, his Mom is a big part of his life again, now that she doesn’t have to juggle three jobs just to keep their house, and there's always Burt trying his hardest to make Finn feel like his son to. But it's not the same. Burt has Kurt, had Kurt from the beginning, and Kurt's always going to come first.
And Burt looks at him the way everyone else dose, the way his mom, and Rachel, and all his teachers look at him. Like he should know what he's going to do, like it's all on him, like he needs to be able to stand on his own already, to have some clear cut dream to chase, some direction life.
Mr Schue used to look at him like he could do anything, like he was something great something amazing about to happen. Mr Schue used to make him think he could do anything he could seek any direction, if he just put his mind to it. He supported Finn when it seemed like the whole world had turned its back on him, he listened to Finn when it seemed like there was to much worry and pain and panic rolling around inside him, and he always, always made it seem like Finn could do what he loved, whatever that was, no matter what. Like he had all the potential in the world.
But now....it's not there anymore. Not form Mr. Schue, not from anyone.
Finn ducked into the choir room once, Mr Schue was there of course hard at work, looking over the sheet music for whatever Sectional Number they wouldn't be performing this year.
"Hey Mr. Schue, can we talk?"
"Not now Finn, I have to finish this work. Maybe another time"
The response is just what Finn dreaded it would be, and knew it would be.
Mr. Schue doesn’t even look up.