Polarized | Finn Hudson

Throw It All Away

Before we get this chapter started, I just wanted to say that I went back and took the time to reread my books and all I can say is im so sorry? Literally they are such cringe I could've popped my back from how ugly my writing style was? Like wtf I changed Finn's middle name like eighty times and Camila rolled her eyes A LOT....Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter (if you have been here since the beginning, i love you with all of my heart, you're really brave for sticking around lolololol) <3  -Lex

"Oh great, here we go again, another Glee catastrophe is under our nose ladies and gents." Santana huffed as we all stared at the note Mr. Schuester left of the white board saying he would be out sick for these next few days. "It won't be bad. I mean we could just do whatever we wanted until then." Artie wheeled himself to his spot. "Yeah we could unless you want to throw away Regionals like the idiots we were, I mean Camila was, last year." Angie teased. "Ha-ha-ha." I sarcastically said. "When he was absent before competition, it turned into a nightmare. Literally Camila and Finn's first argument started over it. I don't wanna start anything while he is gone just to fuck it up." Mike fell back into his chair and letting it slide some.

"Well what if I start something?"

All heads snapped to the door and matched the voice to none other than Quinn Fabray. Her hair was cut to her shoulders with a lovely floral dress on to match it. We all immediately jumped up and crowded her in hugs and jumping piles of love. "What the hell are you doing here Fabray?!" Rachel asked in astonishment. "I planned on visiting during Regionals, but Mr. Schue called me sick and I said I'd fly home to spend time with you guys to keep you occupied." She grinned walking with everyone. "Alright, so what are you thinking?" "How about we step out of our shells this week with a banned assignment?"  Quinn looked around, leaving us all in anticipation. "For this assignment, I want everyone to do a number that makes them feel sexy. Anything from what started your sexual awakening, or how you spice it up now." She wrote on the board. "I'm all for this but do you think we'll get caught by any teachers?" Sam asked through all of our excitement. "That's why we will use the auditorium. Just simply smack a private rehearsal sign over the doors and you'll be good." She shrugged.

I looked over at Finn and he was smiling like an idiot at me. "Maybe i'll put a private rehearsal on myself so you cant watch." I snickered at him.

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Prince's offer still lingered my mind. As much as it should appeal as a scam to me, I mean it literally came out of no where, I cant stop thinking about it. Finn could have the life he's dreamt of since he was so young, but at the cost of my dreams. I decided to ask Quinn to dinner that night to discuss it with her. Though we are the same age, I find her so much wiser than me and feel like she could give me the answer I need or at least some reach for it, I mean after all she did get into Harvard a year early for a Sociology degree.

"I don't know how dumb I'm about to sound but please hear me out." I held my hands up from the table in defense. "Okay..........are you pregnant?" Quinn whispered leaning in a little. "Oh god no, it's something sort of crazier than that?" I tensed up. "Just throw it at me." Quinn sat back some. "I met somebody at a Glee house party who knows somebody named Parker Miller. And this dude runs some black market shit that can swap grades and GPA review-" I looked up and Quinn just kept smiling. "Wait, do you know who he is?" I asked slowly. "Camila, how realistic is it for a high schooler to get into Harvard, a leading college in the US. Not at all unless they never miss a day and are top of their class." Quinn cocked her eye brow laughing some. "So you used Parker Miller to get in early?!" I whisper yelled. She nodded and I fell to the back of my seat amazed. "Your kidding."

"Nope. It took a pretty penny, all of my college savings and wiped my bank account clean, but all I had to do is meet up with him now and again for a few months and help him put in reasonable information that matched me, then send an anonymous email of fake recognition about me to them and I was out of here so fast.  Yeah it gets hard to keep up with the expectations they have set up for me, but other times they don't notice because I'm one of their best early students so they don't really pay attention. I think you should do it for yourself if you don't feel confident like I did." "That's the thing, its not for me. It's for Finn." "Wait a minute, you're trying to throw away your college education for him?  You don't even know if you're gonna get married one day!" She exclaimed, turning a few heads but not many. 

"I have no future Quinn. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself, he does. He has huge dreams and it seems like no matter how hard he tries, his grades and GPA won't raise. NYADA won't dare to touch his files with what he is pulling right now. If it is secretive as sworn, he doesn't have to know and will have any amazing life. I don't want to leave him behind just because I have a lead in education." "But that's exactly what he will be doing if you give this up. Camila you really need to think about this...." Quinn took my hands over the table. "You have so much to look forward to. It's going to look foggy but you have a chance. It doesn't mean he won't have a chance either, he will just need time." "I've had enough time to think about it, and I want to do this. He has done so much for me and it's my turn to return the favor. I'm willing to give this up. I'll find a few jobs and work hard to hopefully come with him to New York or to visit."

"Camila. Please just-" "What's his number." I asked. "Please Camila." "Give me his number Quinn." I snapped. She took my phone cautiously and entered the number before grabbing her purse and starting to get up. "Wait where are you going?" I asked.

"I'm not sticking around to watch you ruin your life right in front of me." She frowned before waling out. I looked down at my phone, blankly staring at the number before opening a new text message and beginning to type.