Hello! Thank you for reading this one shot! It is the second of my stories and I think I'm addicted to now lol.
I don't own Glee or any of its characters. They belong to Ryan Murphy and the rest of the Glee writers. :)
This story will kinda be told in Finns POV/ third person POV btw :D And it will be a shorter story. Like 5-7 chapters maybe.
We Love Cory Monteith!
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Finn Hudson sat on his makeshift bed on the couch in his apartment thinking to himself. Knowing the apartment would only be miraculously silent for another half hour, he decided to relax while he still could. Why was life so damn frustrating? Not only did he get passed up for the lead in Romeo and Juliet, but his girlfriend of six years just broke up with him. Scratch that original statement, life wasn't frustrating, life SUCKED. Quinn Fabray, his now ex-girlfriend, wanted the apartment they had been sharing for two years. So now he had to go live with his brother, Kurt Hummel.
His brother lives on the upper east side so it was a bit nicer than the Bronx, but still, he had to live with his brother. He loved his brother to death, but he constantly picked on Finn for his clothing choice. Ever since they moved to New York, Kurt had been trying to change Finns style. He told him that puffy vests and sixteen different plaid shirts may work in a hick town like Lima, but here in the big city, wearing clothes like that wont get you noticed. Especially when you're striving to be an actor.
Finn didn't want to give Kurt the satisfaction of thinking he was right, so he denied everything Kurt said and knocked over one of his (very pricy and very sparkly) diamond tiaras. Neither Kurt nor Finn know whether or not it is real diamond (probably not), but Kurt dived for it nonetheless and Finn made his escape.
Ever since then, Finn had avoided the topic of his style by claiming that he had to use the crapper or saying he might've left the oven on at his place. But now, there would be no escaping the guy. He would pester him and pester him until he finally caved and let Kurt redo his wardrobe completely. Great. Finn sighed as he flicked through the channels yet again, there was just nothing on. Fridays really sucked. He rolled over dejectedly and swung his feet over the edge of the pullout bed, moving like a zombie over to the refrigerator.
Meh, a beer and cold pizza would suffice. If he ate any of Quinn's precious, goat cheese or iceberg lettuce she would blow up. Like he wanted to eat that nasty shit anyways. Goat cheese smelled like his old gym socks. And her iceberg lettuce tasted like dirt. He sat back on the couch like a potato before the door swung in and in came Finn newest nightmare.
"Could you get your butt up off that couch and go find a job please? You're the laziest son of a bitch in the world. How in the hell are you going to afford any place that isn't a complete dump? And don't tell me you are going to become one of those hoboes that mooch from people off the street. I've had enough of seeing you mooch form people. Especially me." Quinn barked at him from the kitchen.
That, Quinn had said, was one of the main reason he didn't want to be with him anymore. Before they had broken up, Quinn said that he had it easy growing up, and now that he was on his own, he was a complete mess. Which, in truth, was kind of true. It all started when his dad died eleven years ago. His dad had been his role model, his hero. And that was all ripped away when he was shot on his way home from the market.
The cops said it was a hit and run. His dad had taken Finn with him to the market and been passing through a more dangerous neighborhood through town to get to the bakery that carried the pumpkin pastries his mom loved. When he and Finn were walking back to the car, some thieves, who were on the run, told them to get away from the car. As an ex-soldier, his dad refused and attempted to fight them off after shouting for Finn to hide and that he loved him no matter what. As a nine year old , its ot like Finn would be able to do much anyways, so he returned the sentiment and hide behind some trash cans. His dad managed to stall them long enough for an eyewitness to call the cops.
When the cops could be seen driving down the street, the guys freaked out and whipped out their guns. They shot his dad without even blinking an eye. The cops came over just in time for them to keep the men form escaping. The one who shot his dad was shot multiple times in the back by several officers. The other was shot in the leg. Finn was devastated beyond belief. He had ran to his fathers side immediately, though he was already dead. The policemen had to pry Finn off hs fathers body before putting him in the cop car and driving him to the hospital to meet his mother there.
That was the worst day of his life. Seeing someone who love and idolize die right before your eyes is something a 9 year old should never have to go through. Since that fateful night, Finn had just felt like everything was all wrong. He stopped trying for anything except for the one thing he hs always had a passion for. And that was acting. It was his only outlet.
Quinn seemed to find that a very unattractive quality and had gotten tired of it after a while. Thus, her breakup with him. He couldn't say he was surprised to be honest. She complained about him enough when they were together. Calling him fucking stupid and an airhead. Telling him to grow up and be a man.
"I'm sorry I'm not living up to your expectations Quinn. I didn't realize you control my very existence." Finn said sarcastically, "Besides. Kurt said I could stay with him." Finn grumbled, taking a bite out of his meat lovers pizza.
"Oh good. So you are going to mooch off your brother now?" Quinn said as she chopped up tomatoes for her salad angrily.
"Cant you just leave me alone Quinn? Why do you have to keep picking on me. Don't you think I feel shitty enough about how I am sometimes? I'm almost out of your life completely, dont worry."
"And not a moment too soon. Your attitude towards everything Finn is the reason why I pick on you. You can't sulk around everyday and act like a damn baby. Grow up." Quinn told him. Her calling him a baby wasn't exactly a rare occurance. When they were going out, he once asked her which Cabbage Patch candy was her favorite color. She answered with a, "What are you four? We have bigger things to worry about than which color of candy is our favorite. Please grow up Finn." Yeah, it's safe to say that he never asked anything like that ever again.
"Yeah? Well fuck you. I am happy I won't ever have to see you again. You've always treated me like an infant. You spend your entire life acting like a little princess, expecting mommy and daddy to do everything for you, and then you turn around and have the fucking nerve to call me a baby. You're a real bitch Quinn. Good luck finding someone who will deal with you and your fucking shit." Finn spat at her before throwing the remote onto the couch roughly and grabbing his coat and shoes before slamming the door so hard the walls shook.
"Oh real mature Finn! You always have to loose your temper faster than anybody I know!" Quinn shouted from inside the apartment.
Who the fuck does she think she is? She can't kick him out of his own apartment, treat him like shit for six years, break up with him, AND yell at him for being a baby. He thought he was going to snap his phone in two as he dialed Kurt's number.
"Hello? Finn?" Kurt answered on the second ring.
"Hey Kurt. Could I crash there for the night? I know it's like a week earlier than we intended but I don't think I can stay there in that apartment with her anymore." Finn said, his voice breaking as tears shot to his eyes. He felt so pathetic.
"Of course. I don't know why you gave your apartment to that bitch anyway. She treats you like you're some kind of dumb piece of shit." Kurt said angrily.
"I didn't want any problems. You know her Kurt, she probably would've taken me to court over it." Finn told him, not joking on the slightest.
"Unfortunately, that's probably true. So when should I expect you here?" Kurt asked.
"I'll be there in like fifteen to twenty minutes. I want to pick something up before I get there." Finn told him.
"It better not be drugs Finn, because of you overdose and have to go to the hospital I.." Kurt started rambling on the phone, making Finn chuckle.
"Kurt, I'm not getting drugs. I just want to get some light beer. I'll be there soon. And uh, Kurt? Thanks. I really appreciate this." Finn told him vulnerably.
"No problem Finn. I'm sure you'd do the same for me if I was ever feeling down. See you soon." Kurt said sympathetically.
They both hung up and Finn sighed and rubbed his temples before walking his way to the bus stop.
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It had been a month since Finn moved and Kurt watched his brother move into an deeper depression. He started bringing home women and pretty much became a class A douchebag. He was becoming one of those guys Kurt wanted to slap in the in face and ask what the hell they are doing with themselves. He was a man ho.
He and Blaine were just settling down for a late dinner when Finn came through the door with some blonde bimbo hooked on his arm. From the look of them they were both pretty drunk. Finn's hair was sticking up in several places, the woman had beer splashed down the front of her dress. And they both had bloodshot eyes, god, Kurt hoped they weren't doing pot or something.
"Hey Kurt." Finn said, waving at his brother and his boyfriend before leading his bimbo right into his room without another word. "Who the hell was that?" Blaine asked confused, his fork halfway to his mouth as Finn came and went in five seconds.
"I have no freakin idea. Never seen that ho before in my life. Probably just some woman he met at the bar. I bet you fifty bucks he doesn't even know her name." Kurt scoffed, looking at his boyfriend for a moment and then at Finn's closed door.
"Are you going to talk to him?" Blaine asked, concerned, "He's gonna get an STD or something. I certainly hope he's using condoms." Blaine added.
"As soon as he's done with that bimbo, I'll talk to him, probably in the morning." Kurt told him. "I hope he knows Carole and dad are coming out here in a few weeks. They want to check on their Finny. They heard hes been feeling down in the dumps lately. I think they said they were staying for a week. Just a couple days before Christmas and a few days after. Finn better pull together his act by then. I don't think Carole would appreciate her son coming home at two in the morning with a hooker attached to his side." Kurt told Blaine, getting up and putting their plates in the kitchen.
"What's his problem lately anyways? Life just eating his confidence away? He's freaking me out. He definitely isn't the same old Finn I've grown to know and love. That confident, 'come get me world' attitude he used to have." Blaine agreed as he got up too and walked up behind his boyfriend who was furiously cleaning the dishes. Something he tended to do when he was stressed. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt from behind and kissed his neck and cheek sweetly. Then he moved back a bit to rub his back, trying to ease some of the tension out of his shoulders.
"So do you want to stay tonight? We could watch a movie in my room. I need something to drone out the sex noises of Finn and his latest hooker. And the stress of my slowly, mentally declining brother" Kurt pleaded with his boyfriend.
"Yeah I'll stay. I have work tomorrow at ten so I will have to leave here at like eight thirty, but we can watch something. Plus, I'm kind of feeling in the mood. All that talk of Finn screwing hookers is really turning me on." Blaine smiled.
"Hookers turn you on?" Kurt asked cheekily, knowing full well that's not how Blaine meant it. Blaine chuckled and grabbed Kurt's hand and flying to his bedroom faster than they ever had before kissing each other fiercely already, shutting the door behind them.
In Finn's room ten minutes later, he was currently making out with Angie. Or was it Aly? Anyways, she was currently sucking on his neck. His shirt was currently draped over the bottom of the bed. Her top was also discarded somewhere on the floor. He was kind of half into it.
"Oh Finn. You're so sexy." She moaned as he rubbed her nipples with his thumb. Just to stop her hip thrusting. Suddenly his phone rang and started vibrating on the side table next to them. They broke apart as it continued to ring. She huffed as he pushed her off and moved to the other side of the bed, reaching for his phone. Kurt Hummel. Finn looked at it confused.
"Kurt?" Finn inquired.
"Do you think you could possibly stop banging your hooker against the wall? It's making a lot of racket. Please Finn. We just want to watch a movie and get some sleep. Can't you just lay off this man slut thing for one night? Thanks." Kurt said Ngrily into the phone, hanging up before Finn could respond.
"Who was it?" She asked.
"My brother." Finn mumbled, setting his phone back onto the side table.
"The one next door?" She questioned.
"Yep. I'm sorry but you need to leave." Finn said, unemotionally.
"Are you serious?" She asked incredulously.
"Yep." He said opening the door and tossing her the shirt. She huffed angrily and ripped the shirt on her body. She stormed out of the room, slamming the door for good measure.
Finn sighed deeply and sat on the edge of his bed, burying his face in his hands. Kurt knocked on the door to his room moments later. "Come in." Finn replied through his hands.
"Hey." Kurt said quietly.
"Hi." Finn mumbled, his face still buried in his hands.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you on the phone. I'm just really worried about you Finn. You've been off your rocker lately. You just haven't been yourself. I miss having my brother around. The one who would hang out with me and joke around. And now, you're just some womanizer who gets drunk off his ass at bars." Kurt told him sadly, sitting on the bed next to him.
"I know. I don't know what to do Kurt. I feel like shit all the time. I can't find a decent job, I can't seem to hold onto to any woman. Quinn must've really screwed me up." Finn mumbled, not willing to explain that his feelings were something much deeper.
"Well I'm going to help you get back on your feet Finn. I won't stop until you feel better. We'll give you a fashion makeover, try and use a chainsaw to cut that mess you call hair, get you a job, and give you attitude adjustment. The works. You'll be better in no time." Kurt told him fiercely.
"You'd really do that for me?" Finn asked surprised.
"Of course Finn. We may technically be step-brothers, but we both know we're real brothers. You know I'd do anything for family. Now get some sleep. We're starting your life transformation tomorrow. Goodnight Finn." Kurt smiled, giving Finn a quick side hug before getting up and heading to the door.
"Goodnight Kurt." Finn smiled at his brothers retreating back before laying on his bed, propping his head on the headboard. He had no idea what he did to deserve his brother. Kurt had his own things to take care of. His job at Vogue, his boyfriend Blaine, finishing school, and his friends. Kurt was an aspiring fashion designer and an extremely talented one at that. He and Finn moved out to New York after high school. They lived together for about a year before Quinn moved out to New York too and Finn and her got their own apartment. Biggest mistake of his life. Moving out with Quinn was a terrible mistake. One that he will always regret.
Man, he really hoped this whole life transformation thing really worked. Because he really needed help.
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"Really Kurt? This sweater looks like it was barfed on." Finn complained as Kurt held it up to him in the store a few days later.
"Finn! This is a very delicate and intricate pattern. It's so you. We're trying to give you an older, more sophisticated look. At least try it on?" Kurt fought back, jutting out his lower lip, making a puppy dog face.
Finn caved when he saw his brothers look. He owed him that much, if he really wanted Finn to try it on, he'd do it for him. "Alright I'll do it. So what else domyou want to look for?" Finn asked.
"Well I know there are going to be a few things I can sneak from Vogue in the vault. We have a couple duplicated items so they won't be missed at all. Now, I was thinking we could get you a blazer. Dark blue or black, those crazy colors really aren't you. Just basic, flattering colors for you." Kurt went off into one of his rants after that. Talking about colors that would look great with Finn's eyes and complexion.
When he was finished, Finn's stomache started grumbling. "Hey Kurt? How much more do we have to get? My stomach is going to start eating itself pretty soon. Are you planning on getting it all today?" Finn asked.
"Well yeah! There's no time to waste Finn! We have to get you to job interviews, we have to help you rehearse for plays. You are going to get the lead in a Midsummers Nights Dream. You deserve it more than anybody else there. You have to take life by the horns. We can't waste time, every moment is precious." Kurt lectured him, And we will get lunch at one thirty." He added.
"Okay. You're right. You're always right. Now how much more do we have to get? Finn asked, not wanting to fight with him.
"Um," Kurt said as he checked his list. Finn almost laughed. Of course Kurt had a list. "We still need to look for a couple blazers, a couple pairs of jeans, some more T-shirts, a pair of cargo shorts, three dress shirts, a pair of dress trousers, one general suit, a few ties, a pair of dress shoes, a pair of casual shoes, a scarf, and a couple sweaters. Maybe a jacket of sorts too. Anything you want specifically?" Kurt told him.
Finn tried not to look like he was going to explode from having no food in his belly and not enjoying shopping at all. "Could I maybe get some sports stuff? You know, like track pants and a sports jacket or something? Stuff for when I go to the gym." Finn said.
"Oh! You're joining a gym?" Kurt asked, surprised.
"Yeah, I mean, I've gained a few pounds since I last lived with you. Flurry five to be exact. I just think that if I feel better about my weight and what I'm wearing, I'll be more confident."
"That's great Finn! I'm really glad you're thinking so much about this. It means you really care. Of course we can go look at sports stuff. We can get you basketball shorts and you can use your old T-shirts to wear to the gym. You can go to the gym I go to. I mean, I just do yoga, but they have personal trainers there too." Kurt said, clapping his hands together excitedly. Finn smiled at Kurt's enthusiasm.
"That sounds great Kurt thanks." He told Kurt, putting the sweater he had been holding into their shopping bag, "Lets get the sweater. Now that I think about it, I like it." Finn said, making Kurt grin like the Cheshire Cat.
"That's great Finn. Now lets get a move on. You want lunch right?" Kurt said happily, pulling Finn with him into the racks of blazers and jackets. Finns stomach growled again as Kurt shoved blazer after blazer against his cheat, checking it for a match.
"Uh, Kurt? I'm not going to be able to afford all of this. This is thousands of dollars." Finn said quietly. He was kind of embarrassed to admit it, but he wasn't exactly swimming in the money.
"Oh don't worry too much about that. We're splitting the cost three ways." Kurt said, waving it off. "Three ways?" Finn asked really confused now.
"Yeah, Blaine and are both pitching in. Blaine is really excited about seeing all your new clothes. You're most likely going to have to give us a fashion show. So combine Blaine's contribution, my contribution, your contribution, my discount, and the fact that we can get some of the stuff from Vogue, I'd say we are in really good shape. Don't worry about a thing Finn. Blaine and I got your back." Kurt smiled and went back to work.
Hearing Kurt say that meant more to Finn than Kurt could ever know. Just knowing that Blaine and Kurt cared so much and believed in him so much, meant the world to him.
Six hours later, after lunch and more shopping, they were finally done. "So what was the total?" Finn asked nervously, afraid of the answer.
"Three thousand five hundred and fifty six." Kurt said nonchalantly. Finn jaw dropped. How was Kurt so calm about this? Over three thousand dollars? What the hell?
"A-are you fucking serious? God, I think I'm going to have a heart attack." Finn Sid breathing heavily. Kurt rolled his eyes and gave Finn a pat on the back.
"It's okay. Your share is only two hundred. You're only paying for the sports stuff. Blaine and I have been waiting for this moment for two and a half years. Lets just say we've had a small account dedicated to a Finn fund. We've got it all covered." Kurt said, handing the woman his debit card. She thanked him and swiped it before handing it back to him. Finn stared incredulously at his brother as the woman handed him the receipt.
"Kurt, you didn't have to do this. I had no idea you'd be spending this much money. It's too much. I feel horrible." Finn admitted as he and Kurt made their way to Finn's truck. They were both loaded down with bags.
"I wanted to do this Finn. I've been waiting to give you a style makeover since our parents first got married. You don't need to feel bad. We are brothers and I just want to help you feel better." Kurt told him sternly, loading his share of the bags into the backseat.
"I don't know how to thank you. I'll clean the apartment for the rest of the year." Finn suggested.
"No really, that's okay. Just stick to cleaning your own room and bathroom. I wanted to do this Finn, this isn't a chore for me." Kurt said as he shut the door to his side of the car and waited patiently for Finn to get into the drivers set.
He didn't know what else to so he just sighed and threw his bags into the backseat with the rest of them. He jumped into the front seat and started the engine.
"You should come to the gym tomorrow. One of the best trainers, Sam, will be there tomorrow. I'm sure he'd be happy to take you on as a client. I have my yoga class tomorrow so we can drive there together. The teacher is amazing, she really knows her stuff. She also goes to NYADA. The most prestigious performing arts school in the country. I have no idea how she's not on Broadway already." Kurt smiled.
"She sounds awesome," Finn said rolling his eyes at his brother. He was always a huge Broadway nerd, "But really great idea Kurt. I want to get started on my workout ASAP. I want to get back into the dating scene and be able to do the physical parts for the plays I want to try out for." Finn agreed.
"I'll get you up at like 9." Kurt told him. "AM?" Finn asked incredulously. Finn looked at him like he was joking.
"Well yeah. Classes start early." Kurt said, whipping out his phone and texting Blaine. Finn sighed tiredly. This was going to be a long few weeks.
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Sorry for the short update. The chapters will definitely get longer. This was just kind of a starting off chapter, to explain the story a bit and give you Finn's backstory, just a little. You'll find out more later. And Rachel will definitely be in the next chapter! Thanks for reading. Reviews are love.