Polarized | Finn Hudson

I Don't Know

Angie: Hilkkeumhilkkeum wae jakku chyeodabwa. Neohante jakkuman nae nuni ga. Na gajgo jangnanman chiji jom ma. Nae eolguri ppalgaejyeo, neoman bomyeon eojireowo.

Mr. Schuester was kind enough to let my group go last this week so I could work on my voice, making first up the C-Pop group.

Santana: Hesgallyeo kki buriji ma. Da almyeonseo moreun cheok haji ma

Mercedes: Na simgakhae maennal saenggakhae

Santana: Amuraedo saranginga bwa

Tina: Neol wihan noraereul bureugo sipeo. Neol wihae gitareul chyeojugo sipeo.

Mercedes: Bunwigi joheun i bame Party Tonight

All: So good!

They all looked so cute in the sailor outfits dancing around and such. Kurt seemed pleased since he was basically obsessed with T-ara. That is, before they disbanded.

Tina: wanjeon michyeossne nege michyeossne.

Rachel: ijen eotteokhae neo eopsi nan harudo.

Tina: wanjeon michyeossne maeil bireossne

Rachel: neol saranghage haedallago

All: Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh

Mercedes: wanjeon michyeossne

All: Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh

I looked around the room at everyone's faces and actions. Everyone was focusing on the girls and cheering them on. I especially looked at Puck, who was trying to sing along, but eventually gave up and just danced in his seat. I remember when he used to be stubborn when I first got here. The old him would've been making fun of the girls at this point, but now he's so supportive and energetic. Damn has he changed.....

Angie: neon tteugeoun taeyang ne yeope nan eoreum nal nogigo da jeoksyeo nega dariramyeon nan byeol bamsae ne gyeote issgopa

Amelia: dorepasollasido nae nunen boijido anha nan geunyang michyeosseo wanjeon kkojhyeosseo

Tina: Neol wihan noraereul bureugo sipeo. Neol wihae gitareul chyeojugo sipeo.

Mercedes: Bunwigi joheun i bame Party Tonight

All: So good!

Tina: wanjeon michyeossne nege michyeossne.

Rachel: ijen eotteokhae neo eopsi nan harudo.

Tina: wanjeon michyeossne maeil bireossne

Rachel: neol saranghage haedallago

All: Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh

Mercedes: wanjeon michyeossne

All: Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh

"Alright everyone! Good job ladies, let's give them a round of applause!" Mr. Schuester clapped loudly while everyone hooped and hollered. The bell rang and we all quickly began to pack up. "Okay, boys, you're up next! Make sure you're practicing tonight! Camila, make sure to get me back that beautiful voice I know you have!" He yelled over the chaos. I followed Finn out the door to his truck and got in, buckling my seatbelt and sitting silently

Finn never urged me to speak, and I hadn't gotten used to people actually caring about what I said. I remember there was a solid week where I didn't speak at my parents house, and so far it had lingered with me. I didn't feel the color in my life come back all the way, it just stayed a dull faded color, like when a picture has been worn out from so many damages. That's how I feel. I was never in a bad mood, I just had no courage to talk. Courage usually came from being myself, and honestly, I still don't know how I am even more. I don't know where I want my life to go, I don't know what I want to do. I don't know.

We pulled in and I got out and headed straight to my room. Finn was going to stop me to say something, but changed his mind and headed to him room instead to shut the door. I loved him for giving me my space when I had days like these. Days where I'm just existing. Nothing is happening in my mind, my heart, or in my emotional responses. Just existence is happening.

I unraveled my bookbag of the homework I had obtained today and immediately got to work. I laid against my bed and slowly put answers down. I had finally gotten all of my things put up since the U-Haul came yesterday to drop my things off. My room was proof Finn and Carol cared about me. The room was a light pink color with paper light lanterns stringing off the walls. Pictures in cute frames of either me and finn or Carol and I hung against the walls. In a big frame against my closet door, it was the picture of Finn giving me my promise ring at Kings Island.

I silently continued to write down answers I already knew, until my attention was drawn to a shriek. "Sorry!" I heard Finn yell and I rolled my eyes. Dork. I relaxed back down into the bed until thumping came outside my door a few minutes later. The door knob began turning and I lowered my knees holding my homework down to peek and see what he wanted. Carol was working late at the store, so I one hundred percent knew it was Finn.

The door swung open to Finn who was trying to balance two grilled cheeses, a bowl of french fries, and two wine glasses filled with apple juice on a dictionary. I felt a smile creep onto my face for the first time in a while and cleared the bed off and helped him set everything down. "I thought I'd make us dinner! Do you like? I kind of burnt the grilled cheese but I think mine is hella cool because it kind of looks like Jesus?" I began to chuckle.

He noticed me laughing and smiled, then kneeling down and praising the sandwich. "ALL HAIL GRILLED CHEESUS!" He chanted bowing over and over. Finn always knew how to make me laugh, and something silly like that just made my day so much better. After dying laughing for a bit, Finn finally hopped in the bed across from me and we began eating. "Can I ask why I heard a three year old scream in the kitchen?" I raised my eyebrow before taking a bite. "The toaster scared me...." His face turned red and I gave him a kiss. "Wait," I pulled away, "Why did you use the toaster?" "To make the sandwiches." "Did you cook the whole thing in the toaster?" He nodded. "Finn you're supposed to use the grill or put it on the stove." I looked at him wide eyed.

"Oh......well then is it as bad time to say I made the fries in the microwave?"