The king of C.O.D || Sinn 

sam-evannns:

Upon command, the blonde meekly pushed the door open; unfamiliar as to where he was pressing into. His room was a mess. Flannel shirts and jeans and boxers covered the floor and every available surface. Finn’s room, at first looks, was much cleaner. “Hey, man.” He greeted with a smirk as his hand carried on to lower from the tender mark on his neck before holding out and presenting the plastic bag filled with their consumables for the night. “This should keep us going, yeah?” He laughed as he dropped the bag on the bed and rubbed through his hair one last time with his towel that he promptly folded and threw onto a chair.

“You ready to get beat?” He grinned as he fell onto the bed beside is friend; slapping the other boy’s back before he noticed the admirable console below his television. “Woaaah.” He groaned as he backed up a little in an over-the-top admiration for the stunning console Sam knew he would never be able to afford. Sam’s xbox was back home; it was second hand from a family friend. Unlike Finn’s perfectly kept console, Sam’s was a little beat looking but he played it; heck, most nights back home he spent playing on that instead of studying.

Finn smiled as Sam threw the bag of snacks onto his bed, a little too excited about the fact that he brought food. Sure, he said he would, but that didn’t change the fact that it was food and he was getting a little hungry. They would probably tear through that bag later; right now he was focused on kicking Sam’s ass first. There was no way he could lose, especially after gloating so much. That would be embarrassing. “Thanks,” he patted Sam on the shoulder slightly as he dropped next to him on his bed, ignoring his initial comment. He would win, there was no doubt about that. He spent way too much time playing Call of Duty. He was on his 9th prestige for Modern Warfare, and he was only a few levels away from it being complete.

Finn chuckled slightly at Sam’s admiration of his system, but he was still pretty damn proud of it. “I know right?” he added as he picked up a controller to his left to hand to Sam. He had spent so many summers working like mad to save up for his system, and Finn believed it had payed off. His mother wasn’t too pleased that he was spending all the money he made on video games instead of saving it for university, but he didn’t have the foresight to do so. At that point he was just focused on the now, more so than the future. For a while he hadn’t been too sure that he would be going anywhere with his life and he found it easier to just forget about that and enjoy his life while he could. “So which one did you want to play?” Finn motioned over to his stack of Call of Duty games, deciding that Sam could choose just to give him a bit of an edge. After all, by using Finn’s controllers there was a sort of home-field advantage given to him.

Finn Hudson, 19 years old. I'm a sophomore at Julliard. I just sing, nothing much else.

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