Disclaimer: Yeah...I don't own Glee. Le sigh.
Warnings: Language, language, I cuss like a fiend. I also hope to add some sexy-good times as well; not sure how far I'm gonna go with it. I do love Finn...
Author's Note: Yo. Wassup. Muh name's Andromeda, if you've never read one of my works before. If you have...hey, thanks for sticking around! Even if this story is unneeded, especially since I need to finish my other three stories. Ah, well.
Annyhoo, I came up with this idea today, got the title from Mumford&Sons, and wrote it all tonight (when I should be studying...teehee!), so pardon any crudity and brevity. Ah, well, who really cares, I don't think this'll be that popular; I mainly wrote it for myself. I'm a very selfish writer, see. :)
Changes to the Shit: Yesh, I've changed a bunch. Let's start with Finn's height. Don't worry, he's still tall, but not a mammoth like in real life; I've also changed the other boys so that they're a little taller; I'm a tall girl, so I need tall men.
Finn's home life: I don't remember the true story behind his father, but I'm sure I changed it. Also, I've made it so Burt and Carol got married way before they did in the show. Kurt's crush died out on its own. Finn wasn't such a douchebag.
Sam comes in way, way earlier than he should. But I can't help it. He's so goddamn hot.
Uh...I didn't write the Sectionals in. Mainly, it's 'cuz who gives a fuck, every body already knows what happens. Why should I have to write it?
I did change Finn's reaction to the news of Quinn's baby-daddy. Don't ask my why; I have finger-tourrettes, they kinda type whatever they want. :P
Okay, commenceth withest thy reading.
In my house, it's almost a given to discover a little part of yourself you never knew before; you know, my dad discovering his sudden need for a younger partner and scarfing off with that next-door bitch; my mom discovering she could get over it enough to find a new man; Kurt finding his sexuality (or rather, coming out); Burt discovering his acceptance of this. So yeah, a shit-ton on discoveries have happened in my house. Just no life-shattering, brain-numbing details that signal, "Yeah, dude, the times, they really are a-changing." I've never had to find a part of myself I've never known before. This is what I'm thinking as my fist connects with Puck's face, contorted in anger.
People are screaming, mainly Quinn, and I'm just kind of hoping she'll shut the hell up. There's no doubt in my mind that I still love this little bitch, no matter what she's done to me, but that doesn't mean I can stop myself from bashing in the face of my former-best friend and her baby-daddy.
"Finn, please, stop," she cries, and I almost do. Until I realise the agony in her voice is not for me. It's for Puck. I shake my head, about to throw another punch down, when my world flips over again, only this time it's really happening, and it's not just the news that's making me feel like I've been punched in the nuts. Now Puck's on top of me, restraining me with his muscley strength, which he always loves to show off in the locker room. I stare up at him, the fight draining out of me. Unbidden, a tear leaves my eye, and I keep staring up at him, my lips trembling. I want to ask him why, why he would do this, why he betrayed me, why he let me think I was the father all this time. I want to know why I'm the only one in this goddamn high school who couldn't piece together the facts and realise that there was no way I could have gotten Quinn pregnant.
He stares at me too, a depth of emotion in his eyes that I can't understand. At this point, there's no doubt in my mind that I'm through with trying to understand Puck. I'm through with putting up with his bullshit, I'm through with it all. I push against his hands, and he relents, letting me go a bit reluctantly. I stand up, studying all the other members of Glee Club. Shaking my head violently, I cry out, "I'm done with this." Pointing at Quinn, another tear reaches my cheek and I let it. "I'm done with you; I'm done with everything." I storm out of the room, slamming the door behind me with an air of finality.
I skipped football practice. I couldn't deal with that piece of shit, couldn't put up with the shit he and everyone else put me through. The minute I left Glee Club, I went outside to the "Druggie Hangout" and I've been here ever since, my large frame tucked into itself with my head dangling in between my knees, lifeless. A dude notices me, toeing me with his shoe. "Yo, dude, you okay?" He asks, his eyes wide as a cigarette hangs from his mouth. I let out a grunt, lifting my head half-heartedly. He takes this as an invitation to sit down, so he does, close to me. "I know you," he says, taking a puff of his light, then looking at me. I look back at him, bleary-eyed. He offers me a puff, and I decline with my hand, unwilling to get hooked on the shit like before. He shrugs, leaning his head back against the wall. "Yeah, you're Finn Hudson, the golden boy. Everybody loves you; you're the quarterback, you can sing too, you've got a sexy girlfriend even if she is knocked up, you—"
I speak for the first time. "Dude, if you don't stop talking, I'm not responsible for the consequences." He raises his eyebrows, gesturing for me to continue, stating that this sounds "interesting." I sigh, squeezing my temples. I almost ignore him, before I think that maybe this could help me. Sighing, I look at him. "So, my perfect, awesome, quarterback life? Not so great. My sexy girlfriend got knocked up by someone else; try my best friend. I'm thinking about quitting singing; it's lost a little bit of its 'charm,' if you understand me. I think I'll just drop out; let the other kids have some time in the spotlight," I end, copying the kid and leaning my head against the wall. He looks at me sympathetically, offering his cigarette again. This time I take it, a long drag off of it sending a kind of bubble to my mind, changing my perception. A flicker of something like a smile graces my face and I look at the kid, handing him the cigarette back.
He studies me, taking a drag off the cigarette immediately, almost like he missed it. "Shit, man, that's fucked up," he states, shaking his head. "But," he says, looking at me, "don't give up singing, dude. You're good at it, like, totally good. I've heard you before. Hell, I kinda go to you guys' rehearsals. It's, uh, a habit of mine, ever since I first heard you. You sound like all the oldies on the radio. It's really cool, actually." He looks away, obviously uncomfortable with giving out this much information.
I widen my eyes at this unexpected ego-boost. I study him too, his blond Justin Bieber-cut, his tan skin, his bright blue eyes. Absently, the thought that he'd definitely survive in Hitler's Germany passes through my mind. I finally smile at him, which warrants a responding grin in return from his wide mouth. Deciding that, even if he already knows my name, we should be properly introduced, I hold out my hand. "Finn Hudson," I say, prompting him to respond with a nod.
He catches on, his grin widening, if possible. "Sam Evans," he responds, and we sit back, passing the cigarette between each other until it dies out. When it does, Sam stands up, reaching out a hand to me. "Let's go, yeah?" He asks, and I smile, grabbing onto his hand and hoisting myself up.
"I have a feeling this is gonna be the beginning of a beautiful friendship," I say, clapping him on the back. He looks at me for a second, before laughing loudly.
"Shit, man, let's get out of here. I think the cigarettes are affecting your mind." I comply, bending down and picking up my backpack before I catch up to him, stealing a cigarette out of his hand. We both laugh, walking off towards the parking lot.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, it is 7:30 in the morning and you are listening to 96.5, The Eagle. Next up is 'I Want You Back,' by the Jackson 5!" As Michael's sweet chords start the song out, I slam my hand down on my radio, groaning. Goddammit; I don't want Quinn back. No matter if I love her; I'll get over it. I know I can. Sighing, I stare out of my window listlessly, wondering if I could just skip school today. A figure peeping his head around my door is most likely not going to let that happen. "Finn?" Kurt whispers, and I turn, to see him already dressed and ready for school. I wonder exactly what time he wakes up as he walks in, settling on the bed. He clears his throat. "So, uh, about yesterday…" He says, and I stop him by holding up a hand.
"Really, Kurt, I'm fine. I don't want to talk about it. I just wanna forget about it, at least until I take my shower. Okay?" He nods reluctantly, standing and leaving me to get ready. I sigh, letting my head lay on the pillow a few more seconds before I fling the sheets off of my body, jumping out of bed. I strip my boxers off as I walk towards my bathroom, letting them fly across the room with a kick. In the shower, I let the water run over me, trying to find the energy in myself to care enough to wash my hair. I find it somewhere, squirting the shit into my hand and rubbing it in, quickly rinsing it off. I take care of the rest of the necessities, quickly exiting the shower and toweling off my soaking body. As I pass by the mirror I can't help but notice the haunted look in my eyes, making me shiver. I just sigh, exiting my bathroom and dressing quickly, no longer possessing the patience to take care of my appearance. Once I'm dressed, I slowly make my way downstairs, getting myself a bowl of cereal. Burt notices my dejection and can't help but comment.
"Hey, buddy, why the long face?" He asks, and I mentally kick myself for wearing my heart on my sleeve. Burt's the only real father-figure I ever had, since my other dad skipped out on us right before I was born, so I don't wanna disappoint the man by telling him that his step-son was such a loser that he thought he got his girlfriend pregnant by ejaculating in the hot tub. I shudder just at the thought of having to tell him the news.
Shaking myself out of my revery, I just smile at Burt. "Ah, nothing's wrong, I'm just wondering if I left one of my textbooks at school," I respond, grinning sheepishly.
He nods, a little "Hnh" sound emitting from his throat, and he dives back into his eggs, forgetting I'm there as he eats.
I sigh gratefully, quickly stuffing the rest of my cereal in my mouth before I rinse it out, grabbing my backpack and keys as I make my way towards the door. "Oh, Finn," Burt calls out, and I freeze, looking at the door longingly. I slowly turn around, not meeting his eyes. I notice that he smiles, though. "Have a nice day, Son," he says, and just like that my day seems like it'll be a lot better.
I grin. "Yeah, you too, Dad," I respond, the under-used word still feeling a little strange on my tongue. I wave to him before heading out, off to another day of hell.
If I'd realised how many classes Sam and I have together, I would have said something. But somehow, he always managed to sit at the back of the class, out of my sight. We just had first period together; we have second period together too so he's walking me to my locker, talking about some science thing. "So I'm saying, I think maybe Newton's incorrect, gravity—" I slam my door to drown out any more of his intelligence.
"Dude…" I say, looking at him exasperatedly, "how come you know this much?"
He shrugs his shoulders, looking away sheepishly. "Uh, I don't know, I guess it kinda comes naturally to me or something." He looks back to me. "You don't find me weird or anything, right? You still wanna be my friend?"
I stare at him for a second, wondering if he's being serious. Judging by his anticipatory gaze, yeah, he is. "Dude, I don't care if you're smart; actually, you could help me with school, in fact." My face lights up. "Hey, yeah, you could help me bring my grades up! Coach keeps warning me if I don't bring them up, I'll be thrown off the team." I frown at this, hefting one of my books and signaling to Sam that we can start walking again.
He looks really relieved at my response, and he smiles at me, shaking his head. "Shit, man, how bad are your grades?"
I laugh, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Sam, if I told you…your Einstein-like brain would melt. He laughs too, patting me on the back consolingly. I'm about to say something else when I notice a person out of the corner of my eyes. Turning my head a little, I catch Puck, leaning against a locker, just…staring at me. My eyebrows knead together at his gaze, and I quicken my pace, pulling Sam along behind me.
"Whoa, Big Guy, what's the rush?" He asks me, grabbing my sleeve when I let him go. I look at him, then shake my head when I see Puck. It seems like he's following us. Without saying a word I practically sprint to our next class, startling the teacher.
"Oh, uh, sorry, Mr. Schue…" I apologise, quickly avoiding my usual seat with Puck and picking a spot in the back. Sam reaches the class soon after, scanning his head around for me. When he finds me, he sits next to me, dropping his bag to the floor.
"Finn, what was that?" He asks me, his eyes questioning as they study me. I squirm in my seat, about to respond when Puck walks into class. He looks around, finds me, then makes his way towards us.
I suck in a breath, praying that someone else take the seat next to me. No chance. He drops into the seat to my right, leaning forward to study Sam, who's sitting on my left. "So, Finn, why'd'ja run away from me?" He asks, sitting back in his seat once he's given Sam the once-over.
I try to contain my depression as I sit up straight, my eyes glued to the chalkboard in front of us. "I didn't," I respond, my teeth gritted.
Sam puts a hand on my arm. "Hey, you wanna move?" He whispers. Puck whips his head to Sam, notices his hand, and sort of growls.
"Ah…you turn queer, Hudson?" Puck asks, his eyes narrowed.
I turn my head, glaring in astonishment at the stupid fucking Mohawk sitting next to me. "You've already done enough to me, Puck. You've won; Quinn's yours. So why don't you get the fuck away from me and leave me alone?" I snap, my hands trembling.
As Puck's opening his mouth to retort, the bell rings and Mr. Schue starts the lesson. I sigh gratefully, letting myself drift off as Mr. Schue rambles off in botched-up Spanish. I'm startled awake when Puck knocks my shoulder, pointing to a note next to my elbow. I'm about to crumple it up when he punches my arm, mouthing "Read it." I sigh, looking down to study the paper.
I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean for things with Quinn to go that far, I didn't even realise what was going on. I know it's a shitty excuse. But we're bros, man. Can't you forgive me? He looks at me pleadingly when I'm finished reading. I study him, wondering how sincere his apology is.
Sighing, I decide to respond. Not right now. Maybe in a few days, a few weeks, maybe even months. Just leave me alone for now, man. I need to sort shit out. He reads it, then nods respectfully, even though his eyes show how he wants more. I shake my head; for now, this is all I can give him.
At lunch the next day, Sam drops his tray down next to mine, stealing a tater-tot off of mine. "So, I was thinking about trying out for the football team," Sam states, looking to me for approval.
I widen my eyes. "Dude, I didn't know you were interested…" I say, trailing off.
He studies me. "So…does that mean you don't want me to?" He asks, his voice wavering. For some reason, the dude cares what I think.
I smile in response. "I think it'll be awesome; we've been needing a change in our lineup anyway."
He smiles back, and it seems even happier than I've ever seen. "I, uh…I'm also kinda interested in joining Glee, actually…" He says, again looking to me for approval.
My mouth is open in shock. "Dude…you can sing?" I ask him.
He responds unwillingly. "Well, um, actually, I don't know. I really only sing in the shower; no one's ever really given me their opinion before."
Without warning I stand up, pulling Sam up with me. "Wait, what?" He says, confused.
I grab my hamburger before starting off. "If you can sing, it'll be awesome for Glee Club. Come with me; we'll see how good you are."
He smiles, running after me. When we reach my club's room, I hand him an acoustic guitar, since he told me he could play on the way over here. I sit down at the drums, holding my drumsticks (which always seem to calm me down) as he sits on a stool across from me, strumming the strings to see if its in-tune before starting off on his song.
"I wanna be a billionaire, so fricken' bad…" He starts off, and soon after I'm joining in, singing and smashing away on my drums. When he finishes I whoop, jumping up from my drums and pulling him in for a bro-hug.
"Jesus, man, with that voice we'll win all of the competitions!" I state, holding him by the shoulders as I try to contain my excitement. He's excited too, and he leans his head forward. I think he's gonna, I don't know, maybe rest it on my shoulder or something (don't ask me to explain my logic) when suddenly his lips touch mine.
It's nice, for the first second, before I realise I'm not gay and jump away from him. He stares at me, a sort of hunger in his eyes. "Wuh…what the fuck, Sam?! I'm not gay, and I didn't think you are!"
He sits back on his stool, studying me. "Well, I am," he states bluntly, "and I thought you were too. Thought the whole 'my best friend knocked up my girlfriend' thing would turn you off to heterosexuality," he says, and from the self-righteous tone I can tell I offended him.
I stand there, not knowing what to say. "Well, uh…I'm straight, man," I finally say, which I can tell is not the correct thing to say.
His eyebrows draw together. "Really, Finn? Really? Then why the hell do you look so depressed when you're with other girls, huh? I can make you happy, Finn; I already have, and we've only been friends for three days!"
"That's right!" I respond, my tone rising, "We're friends. I don't usually get feelings for my friends, Sam. Especially not male ones."
He frowns, then suddenly sits up and pulls me in for another kiss, this time taking no chances by pushing me against the wall and restraining my wrists with his hands. His lips are surprisingly soft for a boy, pressing against mine with an urgency I've never felt with Quinn. He deigns to push it even further by letting one of his legs in between mine, rubbing against my crotch. I gasp, shocked. No one's ever treated me this way, been so forceful. The most surprising thing to me right now isn't that Sam's doing this, but that I like it. I feel his lips open as his tongue presses against my lips, darting through the crease as he tries to deepen the kiss. Surprisingly I let him in, opening my mouth enough that he can force his way in, his tongue stroking mine in a surprisingly sexy way. Unknowingly I moan into his mouth, causing him to move even closer to my body, his tongue exploring the whole entirety of my mouth.
Before things get really raunchy, the bell rings, and Sam pulls away from me, both of us breathing hard, our faces flushed, both slightly embarrassed and aroused. Right now I'm floored; I've never even thought about anything like this with a guy before; if I'd known it would be this awesome I probably would have. Sam catches the wanting look in my eyes and laughs in triumph, moving forward to steal a soft, chase kiss from me. "So, maybe you are gay?" He asks me, smiling against my lips.
I avert my gaze, my cheeks flushing even redder. "Uh…maybe. Either that or I'm only into you," I admit, not wanting to see how Sam reacts.
I can feel his excited grin against my lips as he kisses me again, this time deepening the kiss. I soon have to pull away, needing to take a breath. He rests his forehead against mine, looking deeply into my eyes. "That's enough for now," he whispers, steals another gentle kiss from me, and heads out, smiling at me over his shoulder as he leaves the room.
Once he's left, I slump down against the wall, holding my head in my hands. What the fuck is up with me? I sit there for a while, confused, before I remember that I have a class to get to. Jumping up, I make my way out of the room, shaking my head to get all my confusing thoughts of Sam out of it, wondering as I make my way to class if I'll see him again. Surprise of all surprises, I really do want to.
AN: Hey, if you liked it, or if you just wanna say something, please review! It'll make my life meaningful.