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finn hudson. number 5 on the football field. 3a for the apartment. journalism major. just a guy trying to figure out life and college.

wmubrittany:

No. I just wasn’t paying attention…

Oh! I was distracted, too, but I didn’t get caught.

The Dancer and The Drummer

wmubrittany:

• INVOLVED → Brittany Pierce & Finn Hudson
• LOCATION → Apartment 3A, residence of Puck and Finn
• TIMEFRAME  → Thursday, September 20th
• AUTHOR’S NOTES → Excited to be RPing Fritters again! :)

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Here lies Finn Hudson.

wmubrittany:

Hidden talent. If I can’t dance, at least I can keep rhythm for you. Right? 

And you’d look adorable even if you were that one crazy muppet.

Very true, but from what I remember you can dance much better than what you give yourself credit for. You just needed some help.

Aww, Finn! That’s so sweet. Hopefully with you teaching me I can look better than that though.

So you should come over soon. :) We can just play around with the drums and stuff. It’ll be a catch up day.

Here lies Finn Hudson.

wmubrittany:

Drums! Really? I don’t know how to play anything so that would be great. If I tried to play drums now I’d look like that one crazy muppet who smashes everything. I didn’t know you played drums. And I wouldn’t tease you.

Hidden talent. If I can’t dance, at least I can keep rhythm for you. Right? 

And you’d look adorable even if you were that one crazy muppet.

Here lies Finn Hudson.

wmubrittany:

It was only like that in the beginning. You got better, I promise! We kind of lost touch and that definitely sucked because you were one of my favorites. And I’m happy I know some people, too. I know you, Sam and Santana from before and I met Quinn at Cheerios tryouts.

Oh awesome. Well, stop by some time, okay? It would be nice to catch up with you. Also…probably not best to make me dance, but apparently it can help with football or something. So maybe you can teach me a few new things.

Here lies Finn Hudson.

wmubrittany:

Hi, Finn! I love meeting my neighbors. And I’m positive that I gave you dance lessons… it was your mom’s wedding. I couldn’t forget you.

That’s probably not a good memory for you. I feel like I almost broke your feet with how much I stepped on them…plus it looked a lot like this.

I remember you, too, Brittany. I’m glad you’re on here, too…and well actually leave here. It’s good to sort of know two people.