Finn wakes up back in Lima, Ohio. He doesn’t know the town well, just from passing through a few years ago. He’d thought at the time that it would be a nice place to live, so different from the big ugly city he grew up in. A small town with houses and fences and a hotel ingeniously called ‘Hotel’.
Finn wakes up in Lima, where he’s lived his whole life. Where he probably always will live. A small, comfortable town. Every now and then a little voice inside will tell him to get out, to get the hell out and away and somewhere saf- but he presses it down.
Why would he want to leave?
*
He goes to school at William McKinley High, which he thinks is odd, because that had been his nickname back when he was- no, it was the name of the school. And they joked about it being a failure of a school like he was a failure of a president, even though none of them knew what he did. He has a beautiful girlfriend, the kind that never gave him any notice. He has a best friend. He wouldn’t have recognised the kid (they’re the same age) for what he was if it weren’t for the punch to the arm and the questions about what was on tv last night.
“Grounded, man. That shit is fucked up, am I right?”
“Yeah,” Finn had replied, struggling to settle into this role. “Totally.”
“Not that you’d know man,” Puck says, throwing him this grin that’s all cocky and teasing and warm. “Not like you’d ever let yourself get strung out.”
(His shoulders hurt, oh god they hurt his arms are going to fucking tear off.)
“Course,” Finn replies. “Not me.”
He likes Puck, though he’s not sure how they go together. He’d had the same punk-ass haircut back when-
Back-
He’s not sure how they go together. They’ve just always been like that.