When Finn saw Kurt and Blaine on stage together like that at regional's, something inside of him snapped. Kurt was happy. Kurt had a boyfriend. And it wasn't him.
Kurt had called after they'd kissed to give his step brother every little detail. Details he had no desire to hear. "Finn, he's so gorgeous, you can't even imagine" Kurt had gushed the night before. Finn was playing the role he was supposed to play that night. Supportive big brother. He had "Uh huh"d and "Mmhmm"d at all the appropriate moments, and while it had taken every last ounce of strength to keep from screaming his feelings into the receiver, to keep from demanding Kurt break up with the posh private school snob and come back to McKinley where he belonged, and they could be together, Kurt had been none the wiser by the end of the conversation. He just let out dreamy sigh after dreamy sigh before hanging up. Finn could only take so much "Blaine this, Blain that, Blaine Blaine Blaine" before he was ready to lay his head down on the railroad tracks. But he suspected he wasn't the only New Direction who'd gotten an ear full of make out details. He wasn't the only one ready to lay his head on the tracks, but he was sure as sure could be that his reasons for wanting to do so were a lot different from his peer's.
Kurt was so happy he was bursting at the seems, dying to let everyone and anyone know that he, Kurt Hummel, had a boyfriend. And while Kurt practically exploded with joy, Finn was slowly deflating, because once again, he was a step behind. While Kurt had been coming out, and developing a not-so-secret crush on the Quarterback, Finn had been happily in denial, dating the prettiest girl in school, playing the most manly sport on earth, and hanging out with the straightest man to ever live, Noah Puckerman. If that hadn't been the perfect cover up, he wasn't sure what was. But then Glee had happened, and Kurt happened, and suddenly he was feeling emotions that he shouldn't have felt, and rather than facing them like a man, he'd directed them at Rachel, who was so pathetically in love with him. She was nice, and pretty, so why shouldn't he have dated her.. Right?
And while the baby mama drama and the Rachel Berry madness had distracted him for a while, it could only help for so long. An explosion was inevitable. All that pent of angst was bound to find an escape somehow, and it had arrived in due time, in the form of the word "Fag" Finn would never stop regretting that moment. As he sat here now, in the middle of the crowd watching Kurt stare up at Blaine with such content in his eyes, Finn felt his stomach twist, because he knew, that were it not for that stupid word, and all of his stupid denials, that could be him being looked up at. That could be him looking down at Kurt Hummel. But instead he was sitting between two delusional females, one ready to have four kids and spend her days selling houses and baking cookies and being the perfect Barbie robot Stepford wife, and the other ready to drag Finn up and down Broadway as she carried out her big dreams. Finn didn't want any of that. He just wanted Kurt, and the further he slipped away, the more Finn realized he had to pull him back in, before it was too late.
Authors Note:
Let's consider this a prelude. Other chapters will be longer, and will likely have more dialog :] So what did you think? Review and lemme know ^_^