Plan B
Chapter 1
-3- I don't really have much to say. Just that this idea came to me randomly. I kinda was just laying in bed and BAM! Forgive me if I ever spell Karofsky, Schuester, or Azimio wrong ._. Their names confuse me. I should update every week. I'll let you know if anythings up. I may post something on my profile, so if I'm not updating your best bet is to check it out there. I hope you all really enjoy it! Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think by giving a review! All mistakes are mine.
:: Disclaimer :: I do not own Glee, nor any characters from this show.
:: Rating :: M
:: Word Count :: 4,080
:: Warning :: Slash
:: Show/Pairing :: Glee; Finn/Kurt.
:: Genre :: Romance, Drama
::Summary:: Finn would do just about anything with the right motivation, plus, he was horrible with peer pressure. So you could assume it didn't take much convincing from Puckerman and a couple other jocks to get him to play a prank on the gay kid. The gay kid being Kurt Hummel. AU;Kinn
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The jocks' roared loudly and threw bits of food at each other playfully. They joked about other students not bothering to quiet down in case one was around. They ruled this place, it was their kingdom. They grew silent as Noah Puckerman, the leader of their assaults towards the freaks of their kingdom, spoke, "He's got the biggest, weirdest, gayest crush on you," The Mohawked teen frowned, a hint of disgust in his voice, "How can you deal with that shit, Finny?"
Finn, who was one of the royalty among the group, sighed. Kurt didn't bother him, so how come they always brought him up? He knew they were talking about Kurt because the quietest utter of the word gay was directed towards him. He would be shocked if they used it for anyone else.
He didn't mind the crush at all, actually. Kurt didn't bother him, so he didn't care. In fact, he liked Kurt. Not in a gay way, but he was an awesome friend. Well, they weren't really friends, but still. They had some classes together, one of them being Spanish. His favorite person to be paired with was Kurt. Which was pretty messed up since his own girlfriend was in that class.
He liked the way Kurt helped him. Finn wasn't very good in school. Quinn, his girlfriend, would normally just get frustrated and give up on him, doing the work herself. Kurt, on the other hand, took it slow, at a pace Finn could work with, but not slow enough to make him feel stupid. So, he really had not reason to hate Kurt.
"I just don't care," Finn shrugged, "He doesn't come on to me, or try to turn me. So whatever." He answered lamely and looked up from the food he was jabbing at. He searched the cafeteria for the teenager they were talking about. When he finally spotted him he wasn't shocked to see Kurt already had his eye's on him. Finn smiled, it was risk, especially at his lunch table. Kurt only jumped and gave a small wave before turning back to his group.
"That's because he likes Ladyboy." David Karofsky growled from the other side of the table, a couple jocks laughing.
Finn grit his teeth and clenched his hands into fists, "Dude, I—"
"Hold up," Puck placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze, "The Puckasaurus has an idea. Better than the last one," He smirked, and looked at Finn, "You don't have a crush on Lance Bass over there, right bro?" He chuckled at Finn's expression and pat his shoulder, "I'm joking, but here it is," The other jocks leaned in closer, interested in their next scheme., "We're going to fuck up that kid so bad he won't look in our direction ever again." Puck chuckled, it was deep, Finn thought it was a little scary, though he wouldn't voice the opinion, "The Finnster here is going to ask for… like help in his classes or something. Then, he's going to befriend that little gay creep. Their going to do, like, things normal friends do." he smirked, "Finn, you're going to get every little dark secret out of him, got it? You're going to make it seem like you're as into him as he is to you."
"Whoa—" Finn frowned, this was too far, "Dude, that's horrible. We can't do that to him. It's seriously going to mess him up." They would push him around, yes, but this was way farther than a simple pranks. It was worst than slushies, paintballs, dumpsters, anything they did in past. Plus, he did like Kurt. Of course he couldn't say it out loud.
"Maybe Dave's right. You like The Queen Freak." Azimio, Karofsky's best friend, said. A couple jocks agreed, nodding their heads.
Finn sighed and ran a hand through his hair, seriously? He tries to do something right and he's gay? He hated high school, and his supposed friends.
Puck shot a menacing glare at the jocks, "Shut it." He turned to his best friend with a sigh, "Finn, dude, I know it sounds messed up but think about it—that gay crush is going to be gone. He'll leave you alone. Don't you want that?"
Finn stared at his cold food, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Yes," He forced himself to say. Even though the answer was no. Kurt's crush on him was flattering. He kind of liked it. Not only did girls find him attractive, but so did guys. Well, Kurt did, but if Kurt did maybe some other closed gays did too?
"Good," He smirked, "And this is going to end that creepy crush." Puck sat up again and continued, "Once we have him by the balls, we whip it all out." The jocks grinned and chuckled liking the idea, "We throw every insult we can at him. He'll be fucked, and have to do whatever we tell him, out of pure fear! That's to back the fuck off Finn, and get the fuck back in that closet." Finn shook his head. Still not liking the idea, Puck noticed, "Finn, are you seriously going to whine? Everyone else loves it! You must be a fag, why don't you go sit with your boyfriend. Oh, and while you're at it. Join that fruity Glee club." He frowned and sipped his soda.
Finn grit his teeth, "I'm not gay." He was sick of being called gay. Sick of everyone always saying he was Kurt's boyfriend.
"Oh really?" Puck rolled his eyes, "Because it seems like you really like that homo. Sticking up for him and all." He knew what he was doing. He was pushing Finn to the point of him breaking down, by then he'll be able to convince him of doing anything. By the look on Finn's face he was basically at that point. "Actually, now that I think of it. When's the last time you shoved him? Physically threw in a dumpster? You're always offering to hold his clothes and shit too." Finn's knuckles were turning white at how hard he was clenching his fists, "Don't think I don't see the look you give him—the apologetic one, the one that I hear him fucking swoon over in History class. That freak talks about you like his knight in fucking armor. He just sits in the back and talks about you the whole time!" Finn looked up at him, asking if he was telling the truth, "Yeah. To that black girl from Glee who's name I can't remember," He couldn't remember a lot of their names, "He says the creepi—"
"Shut up." Finn sighed deeply, running his fingers through his hair, "I… I'll do it. I have English with him next. I'll ask him then." He stood up with his tray going to dump it. He didn't want to hear anything Puck had to say. He didn't care if Kurt talked about him. He was doing this for himself, to stop being called gay, and actually being on the top again. He tossed his food in the trash and shut his eye's, readying himself for what was about to happen. He needed to seriously grow some balls, right now. There's no way he could back out of this, or get guilty and tell Kurt everything. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to see his friend Mike, "Uh, What's up? You okay?"
"Yeah," Mike sighed and tossed his food in the trash an stood next to Finn, who was leaning against the wall, "I just… You're going to do it?"
Mike didn't talk much. He was actually enjoying hearing the other's voice, Finn nodded, "Yeah. Why?"
The Asian teen shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets, leaning next to him on the wall, "I don't think it's a good idea."
Finn shot him a confused look. Why didn't Mike stick up for him then? One was better then none, right? Finn sighed, "I… Honestly; I don't want to. I have to, dude. If I don't they're going to call me gay, and still call me Kurt's boyfriend." He found himself staring across the cafeteria at the back of the shorter brunette's head.
"I get that." Mike said, and he did. He knew what it was like, he made the mistake of asking Puck what he would think of him joining Glee; He said the wanted to just to be closer to his girlfriend at the time; Brittany. Instead, Puck proclaimed him bisexual. That was months ago, and still he got teased about it. He lied. He wanted to be in Glee; He sort of yearned for it. Mike wanted to dance, and he wanted to dance in front of a crowd. Brittany even ended whatever type of relationship they had because of it.
Finn looked down at him, he gave him a pat, "Yeah, I'm sure you do. I'm going to talk to Quinn, see you later, man."
"Later." Mike smiled and walked in a separate direction.
The taller teen crossed the cafeteria heading to his girlfriends table. He felt himself sigh again, he was seriously going to stress over all of this. Someone was going to notice that shouldn't. He glanced at the clock on the wall, he squinted as he read the time. Ten minutes. He had ten minutes before everything started, and his life was going to go downhill.
He smiled as his girlfriend came into view. He sat next to her and kissed her cheek, "Hey." He sat his bag on the floor next to the chair he took.
"Finn—" His girlfriend hissed and pressed a finger to his lips, "Hang on… Go ahead, San."
Santana glared at him for a few minutes, she didn't like being interrupted, "Hey, Lumps The Clown." She smirked.
Finn shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets and stared at the table, "Santana."
They girls went back to their gossip. He let out a sigh and rested his elbow on the table, then his head in his hand. Well, so much for talking to Quinn. He looked at the floor, not listening to anything they said. He didn't care about that stupid crap.
He shut his eye's, how was he going to look at Kurt and do all this crap to him? Sure, they weren't close, at all, but Kurt was nice to him. Kurt was one of the only people who didn't make him feel like an idiot. In fact, Kurt would compliment him. Even though the compliments were him trying to flirt, he liked it. Only his mom said things like that to him. It was nice knowing that he had someone else willing to try and cheer him up.
Finn wondered how far he would have to go with Kurt. 'You're going to make it seem like you're as into him as he is to you.' He didn't think he could convinced Kurt he liked him without touching him. The kid was a friggin' genius. He might not even be able to do this.
The bell rang and he stood up grabbing his bag, "Are you doing anything after Cheerios practice?" Finn asked with a smile while he pulled his bag on his shoulder.
Quinn frowned, "Uh, yeah. Santana and I are going shopping."
Santana gave a nod. Brittany made a confused expression, "But Santana and I—"
"Are going to meet me at my locker after school," Quinn said quickly, "We're leaving right away. So there's no point in meeting me."
"Oh, okay." Finn nodded, "Can I walk you to class?"
"No, I'm fine with walking with San and Britt." The blonde kissed his cheek, "Sorry, Finn."
Finn gave her a goofy smile, "It's okay. I'll text you, bye."
They parted ways and Finn headed to his English class. His hand gripped his book bag strap tightly. He was nervous; More nervous than he thought he would be. He walked into the class and glanced seeing Kurt in his normal seat, by himself. He sucked in a breath and walked up to the empty seat next to him.
Finn gave Kurt a charming smile as he looked up at him, he wore a shocked expression, "Mind if I sit next to you?"
Kurt stared at him for a few second, "Uh," He forced himself to smile back, "Not at all."
The taller of the two pulled the seat out and sat down, setting his bag next to him, "Thanks."
"No problem." Kurt replied and went back to reading. Well, pretending to read. He had a feeling his cheek's were some shade of pink. Why would Finn Hudson want to sit next to him? Kurt automatically thought it was going to involve some sort of scheme. He slid his chair further away from the football player.
Finn frowned when he noticed Kurt move his seat, he forced himself to chuckle, "I don't bite, Kurt."
The brunette looked up at him. Did Finn really expect him to believe him that easily? He felt his heart skip a beat when he said his name so casually. He didn't hear his name much, unless one of his close friends, or his dad, were talking to him. Kurt chuckled he wasn't sure what to say. So he settled for a question, "Any particular reason you chose that seat? Your football buddies are in the back."
"I know," Finn nodded. He wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on his jeans. Kurt already knew something was up, he needed to relax, "I, uh, I have a question."
Kurt nodded, "All right. What is it?"
Finn opened his mouth to talk, at that moment the teacher entered the room and gave directions on what they were doing. She passed out a worksheet that had to be finished by the end of class. After saying everyone could work in groups he turned to Kurt again, "Don't make fun of me." He said suddenly.
Kurt blinked in shock. Kurt? Make fun of him? Glee club member making fun of the quarterback? There was no way he could see that happening, "Finn; I would never make fun of you." He assured the other teen.
Finn nodded. He believed Kurt. The funny part about this was that he was actually nervous. He didn't want Kurt to make fun of him, he actually needed the help, or the prank or not, "Well…" he leaned closer to the other and whispered, "I need help. Like in school help."
Kurt blinked, "Like a tutor?" At Finn's nod Kurt frowned, "Why don't you ask your girlfriend?" His voice had gone into a bitchy tone, "She's a genius from what I hear."
Shit. Finn panicked slightly. He needed to think of an excuse, sadly, he sucked at lying. Finn sighed, looks like he was telling the truth, "I…" he slid his chair closer to Kurt's, "I like the way you teach me better." He said, being completely honest with the other, "Quinn gets mad, and she does everything for me. You take it slowly, and when I don't understand something you actually help me. She gives up on me. You don't." Finn realized how true the statement was. Kurt was a guy crushing on him, but Quinn was his girlfriend. Why did it seem like Kurt cared more than Quinn did? He was slightly hurt by the observation he made. "Plus, you don't call me stupid." He added.
Kurt frowned. Poor Finn… He was flattered, Finn liked a quality in him; One that he didn't seem to like in Quinn. He wanted to ask more questions, why not another ask football player that was smart? There weren't many, but still; Mike Chang was very intelligent and as far as he knew Finn and him were friends. He decided that asking questions may upset Finn. Also, they may cost him the chance to get closer to Finn.
He had a secret crush on the taller teenager. Okay, maybe it was a little bigger than crush, but he was a teenager. A teenage boy at that. Give him a break. Sure, he knew Finn was straight, he convinced himself of that. He was content with dreaming of the other. Or staring at him in random classes they had together. Both were fine. "I'm sorry. If you really want my help, than yes. I will help you." He couldn't help but smile at the goofy grin he got from the quarterback, "What subject, or subjects were you thinking of?" Who was he kidding. He wanted Finn. He wanted to be able to walk up to him and talk to him without getting slammed into a locker. Or without getting slushied. He just wanted to flirt with him, publicly, and not worry about the consequences. In fact, Finn didn't seem to notice his flirting when he was doing it. Or he did, and he just didn't react.
Finn thought for a few moments, "Definitely Spanish and English." he looked down at the worksheet they were handed. He answered a few questions he knew. Three out of the twenty-five. He looked back up, "Maybe Geometry?"
Kurt grinned, "That works. Since we have all those classes together it will be a little easier. Anything else?"
Finn furrowed his eyebrows, "No, I don't think so. Not yet anyway." He smiled at the brunette, "Thanks, Kurt. You're really awesome." Guilt overwhelmed him. Sure, he really needed help in his classes, but he knew what this was all going to turn into in months from now. Or how ever long it would take. Plus, Kurt was being really nice. Like, really nice. He figured that was probably because he liked him, but… still. Finn sighed and looked back to the worksheet.
"We can start on this if you would like." Kurt said. He looked at Finn's paper, "The answers you have written down are correct."
Finn grinned and looked back at Kurt, "Seriously? Awesome." he chewed his bottom lip as Kurt explained the second question. Finn answered with what sounded right to him.
"Not quite," The smaller man said, "You're close though." Finn thought about it for a little and answered again, this time earning a smile, "There you go."
Finn wrote down the answer, "So, are you doing anything after school? Maybe we can start today. We did get Geometry and Spanish homework." Kurt blinked. He was shocked the other was so eager to start. Finn blinked, noticing it, "Um, my mom." he said quickly, "She's been really worried about my grades." Kurt gave a nod, "I just want to make her proud, you know?" Finn looked down at the paper, "The sooner the better." He mumbled.
Kurt found himself smiling again. He did that a lot around Finn, "I don't have plans. Do you want me to come over to your house?" Kurt blinked, "I, uh, don't know where it is. You'd have to get a ride home with me."
Finn chuckled, "Sounds good. I'll meet you at your locker after school, kay?"
Kurt nodded and looked at the next problem, "Do you understand what it's saying?"
Finn looked down at the paper, he frowned, "I think…" He explained his view on the question. Then what he thought the answer was. Kurt agreed, telling him he was correct again. The rest of the class went on like that until the bell rang. Finn grabbed his bag and handed in his paper in. Kurt and him walked into the hall together, "So, your locker after school?"
Kurt nodded, "Yes. If anything comes up, let me know. Do you have my number?"
Finn frowned, "Uh, no. I don't think so." Kurt scribbled on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Okay, do you want me to walk you to class?" He asked without even thinking. He figured it was out of instinct. Quinn and him walked out of class everyday together, and he would always ask her. Even though he answer was normally no.
Kurt was surprised Finn offered, but he was definitely saying yes, "You don't mind?"
"'Course not." Finn wanted to add, because we're friends now, but he didn't. Kurt nodded and they walked to Kurt's next class. Then he walked to his second to last class. He was hoping the day went slow, he was nervous about being alone with Kurt. Not just because he was gay, but also because he was scared he would get too guilty and tell Kurt everything. Then beg for forgiveness. Deep down inside, though, he was excited and couldn't wait for school to end. He was going to finally get help with his studies. And who would be a better tutor than Kurt? No one, that was obvious. He wondered if he would have time to hang out with Quinn after they were done. She had to finish her shopping first. Who knew how long that would take? So he wasn't getting his hopes up. To Finn's surprise his class zoomed by. It was like in a blink the bell was ringing and it was time for his last period.
With a sigh Finn stood and threw his bag over his shoulder. He left class and had a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Puck. Finn blinked, "What's up?"
"Did you talk to him?" Puck asked.
"Yeah," Finn nodded, "He said he would help. Though, he's a bit jumpy. I don't think he really trusts me yet."
"Of course he doesn't trust you." Puck shrugged and wrapped his arm around Finn's shoulder as they walked, "You have to get him to trust you. When are you guys starting?"
"After school, at his locker." Finn replied with a frown. How the hell was he talking so casually about this? This, what he was doing, was going to ruin another kid's life. Yet, he was acting like they were just carrying around slushies and choosing a victim; Then going to laugh afterwards. He wasn't going to laugh. He opened his mouth to say something but shut it. Him voicing his opinions was going to do everything but help.
"Good," Puck smirked, "I'll let Azimio and Karofsky know."
Finn gave him a confused expression, "Why do they have to know?"
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