𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 • 𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚎

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The last year that I had to be in this god forsaken school. The last year I had in this god forsaken town. Blaine and Sam were the only ones I had left. I got a letter from Finn every other week, just like he promised. Lexie called me the minute she set foot in New York. She told me she enjoyed New York. Of course, it would take some getting used to. It was much more fast paced than Lima, but it was something that she enjoyed.

This was my year to convince myself everything. And it was my year to be the new Rachel Berry and Alexandra May. I smiled as I walked to the choir room for the first glee rehearsal of the year. "What's up, bitches?...There's only five of us..."

"Six."

I turned and smiled widely. "Oh! Hi! Unique, right?" She nodded. "I loved what you did last year at nationals. I mean, for you to go up there and do that. That took balls." Everyone looked at me. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant that like, it took courage to go up there and do something like that. Listen, will you be my friend? Because, the only two girls that I talked to at school went to New York and my only two best friends right now are a straight guy who's as dumb as a rock and a gay guy who uses too much hair gel and freaks out if you get him a bow tie that he already has."

She nodded. "Alrighty, listen. I am the new Alexandra May. I need a knew Rachel Berry and Finn Hudson" I looked around. "Artie and I will coach, yeah? Auditorium, five minutes." They all just stared at me. "What makes you the new Lexie?"

"I have been through hell and back these last few years. Shall I elaborate?" They looked at me. "Good. You have to pick the song you all sing and I expect to see you all in the auditorium in five minutes." I turned to walk out. Of course, they all started whispering behind me, but Sam wasn't one to whisper. "She's a bigger bitch than normal this year." I smirked. "You know why?" I said, turning around. "It's my senior year, bitches!"

Let's go see some friendly competition.

**

[Finn's Point of View]

I never thought being in the military would ruin the lives you had with the people you loved. Lexie hadn't called me in weeks. She told me that all the pressure was getting to her and that she didn't want to worry about getting a phone call at 3 am that I was dead. A.J hadn't talked to me either. Every day, when we did mail check, I always looked for her hand writing. It was pretty easy to find. It looked just like mine, only neater. It was difficult. The military was difficult. Until, I shot myself in the leg.

That was when they discharged me.

I didn't know where else to go. All I knew was that Lexie and Scarlett were in New York and that their dorm number at Juliard was 121A. That was where I went. I hadn't known that Lexie wouldn't be there. She was the main reason I went. When I got there and knocked on the door, Lexie didn't open the door. Scarlett did.

"Finn...what are you doing here? Lexie isn't home...she's out with a couple of her friends from the theatre department." I sighed and just looked at her. "I got discharged...I kinda shot myself in the leg." Scarlett looked at me. "You didn't do it on purpose, did you?"

"No, Scarlett. Who shoots themself in the leg on purpose?" She shrugged. She ushered me in and I walked over to sit on the couch. "Did you call A.J yet?" I shook my head. "I couldn't.."

"You couldn't because your phone's dead or you just...couldn't? Because if you didn't have a good reason for not calling her, we're both dead. You know your sister."

"I just...I couldn't. I made her a promise to make something of the Hudson name after what happened with our dad and whatever. If she found out, she would be devastated."

Scarlett sighed and stood up. She walked over to the mini fridge in her room and grabbed a few bottles from the mini fridge. She handed me one, before sitting down, opening the bottle, and drinking a little herself. "I'm nineteen." She looked at me. "So am I. Just...drink. It'll ease the pain."

And so I did. We drank and drank and drank all night. Eventually, we were so drunk, that I blacked out. It wasn't until the next morning that I had realized that I made a huge mistake.