You'll Want a Screenshot of This || Glee || Finn/Emma || PG-13
This is for masagoroll who was interested in seeing "Finn/anyone-- Finn meets someone through playing Halo online, and finds out that his online video game buddy is someone he knows in real life...". I just couldn't resist. XP
Finn glares at his TV screen, helpless as he watches himself get teabagged by Puck.
"Oh man, I am so getting a screenshot of this," Puck's voice crackles slightly over Finn's headset. Finn doesn't reply, just frowns as his best friend continues, "Come on, man, I never win. You could at least be happy for me--" Puck's voice, laden with amusement, is cut off as WillWork4Cougars is taken out by a meticulous head shot from a sniper rifle. Finn smirks as Puck cries out in dismay.
"Goddamnit! The ONE time!" He makes a disgusted noise. "Who the hell do you think you are, spicNspan79?"
"Oh please, that move was played out in the first six months, get over yourself. Also, I just happen to be in his clan, so spare me the drama," a higher-pitched voice speaks clearly. Finn switches to his private channel with Puck just before he starts laughing. "Dude! You got taken out by a girl!"
"Nah, man, it was probably just some twelve year old punk who's spent his entire life in his basement."
"How does that make it any better?"
"It just-- it just does."
The game ends twenty minutes later and Finn does some seriously-not-creepy profile look-up on spinNspan79. He wishes he could tell Puck it was a woman who owned his ass, but unfortunately Puck had already gone offline.
It gets better as Finn reads more.
"No way." It gets better. There's no name, but she lives in Lima, Ohio. How does he not know this person?
It's past one thirty in the morning, and Finn figures he should go to sleep sometime soon, so he shuts down his Xbox 360, his thoughts filled with possible suspects. There are only so many women in Lima, after all.
"You know that chick who owned you last night?" Finn questions smuggly as he walks down the crowded halls of McKinley with Puck.
"Shut up about that man," Puck growls in response. "What about her? You lurk her live profile?"
Finn shrugs, humbled by the accuracy of Puck's statement.
"Kinda. Turns out she actually lives in Lima. She's from our town." Finn smiled, "she might even go to this school."
"Dude, Lima has like 8 high schools. Besides, what makes you think she's our age?" Puck's face twists into an expression of disdain. "And why do you even care so much?"
The bell rings and the pair split up to go to their separate classes. While sitting in Spanish, Finn's mind wanders. Why do I care so much? It's not like I don't have enough to think about already. Puck's been well, not in the best of moods lately, Quinn's pregnant, and Rachel's... Rachel. Why add some random girl to the mix?
Finn's startled to realize that he's already begun to romanticize this girl, and he barely knows who she is. Damn it. What if she looks like Olivia Munn or something? What if she was Olivia Munn?! No, that didn't make sense... She lived in California... But what if--
"Finn?" Mr. Shue has a look of both concern and slight annoyance on his face.
"Olivia Munn?" Finn says automatically, and consequently flushes as a handful of boys in the class chuckle silently.
"I think you might want to go see Miss Pillsbury, Finn," Mr. Shue suggests.
"Er, yeah, I guess." Finn gathers his books, pretty sure Mr. Shue just pulled the Jedi mind trick on him.
He steps hesitantly into the guidance counsellor's office, not entirely sure of what to do. Miss. Pillsbury is looking over some document or other, she brushes a piece of vibrant red hair over her ear, absorbed.
I bet Miss. Pillsbury got hit on a lot when she was in school. She's so pretty, I bet--
"Finn?" Emma Pillsbury looks up to see a dazed Finn Hudson with a goofy smile slapped on his face. "Did you want something?"
Finn seems to snap out of it and smiles sheepishly. "Uh, sorry, Mr. Schue sent me down to talk to you."
"Do you want to sit?" Miss Pillsbury gestures towards the chair.
"Yeah that'd be great."
"So," Emma starts slowly, cautiously as Finn takes his seat across from her. "What is you want to talk about, exactly?"
Finn stares off to the right for few seconds, his head tilted slightly downward.
"Does it have to be about school?" He asks, glancing up at her.
"Of course not, Finn. It can be anything you feel the need to talk about," she tells him with an encouraging smile.
His face lights up. "Do you know what Halo is?"
"...kind of."
"Well last night, I was play Halo 3 online, and well, long story short, this girl saved my character with this amazing headshot. I found out she lives here, in Lima."
"We-well it's not uncommon these days to find girls who play videogames," Miss Pillsbury says somewhat defensively, while smoothing her tan skirt.
"Yeah I know, but just the fact that she lives here, in Lima-- I don't know, I just couldn't get it out of my head for some reason."
"She lives in Lima?"
"Yeah," Finn watches as Miss Pillsbury rubs at a non-exist smudge on her spotless desk.
Spic and span. The words filter into Finn's thoughts. My mom always uses that saying, it's so weird-- Finn pauses.
"SpicNspan79." He stares at his guidance counsellor, who has just frozen. She looks up at him for her desk and their gaze locks for an intense moment.
Until Emma starts giggling. Finn soon joins in, and God, he hasn't laughed that much in a long time.
"This is so weird!" Emma remarks, laughter subsiding. "So you're TheSinginQuarterback? That is so obvious now." She shakes her head.
Finn shrugs, still smiling. "I've never really been known for my creativity."
Their conversation goes until lunch, and Finn leaves the guidance counsellor’s office feeling more relaxed than he has in a while.