CHAPTER 1

Summary: It's been six months since they (Finn, Mercedes and Sam) have begun their threesome relationship, but now Finn's body insecurities are getting the best of him.

Rating: Mature - Strong Sexual Content. Strong Language (cursing, slang terms for genitalia)

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Distorted Reflection

Finn stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He had broad shoulders, abs that were somewhat defined and weird nipples; he flexed his biceps and struck a body builder pose. Why couldn't he look more like Sam, he wondered. Mercedes always gushed about Sam's abs. It had been about six months since the three of them had begun a relationship together. Even though they all declared their love for each other, Finn was nervous about his position in the trio. Suddenly, Kurt appeared in the doorway.

"When you're finished admiring your perfect physique, come down and get breakfast, I've made quiche." Kurt's arms were folded and his blue silk robe hung delicately on his slender frame.

Finn made a face. Kurt was always making some French dish that he didn't like. And besides, he was trying to lose weight anyway.

"Thanks, bro, but I'll pass. I'm going to the track and then hitting the gym."

Kurt stared at him a moment.

"What's going on with you lately? You don't eat as much and you're working out like crazy."

"I gotta stay in shape," Finn responded, tightening the towel around his waist.

"Finn, you look good, and I'm not just saying that because I used to have a crush on you, or because you're now my step brother. You don't give yourself enough credit. Did Mercedes say something?"

Finn leaned against the bathroom sink and sighed.

"No, of course not. She's been great. It's just that Sam – look I gotta go."

Kurt put out his arm and blocked him from leaving the bathroom.

"Trouble in the ménage paradise?"

Finn was glad he told Kurt about his new relationship with Sam and Mercedes as crazy as it was. Kurt's reaction was at first shock then intense interest.

"No, not like that. Look Sam and Mercedes were together before I came into the mix. And Sam looks way better than I do, sure he's a dork, but a hot dork and he's got this weird macho thing... Anyway, I was never what chicks wanted until high school when I became quarterback. I was the tall freak that everybody called stupid. Sometimes I still feel like that freak, especially in this relationship."

Kurt pointed to the toilet.

"Sit," he said.

"Kurt, I really need to get to the track. I like getting there before all those old people come to power walk."

Kurt chuckled.

"This won't take long, but I want to say a few things to you."

Finn sat down and gave Kurt his full attention.

"Now, do you feel like they love you?"

"Yes, well, no, I don't know. They've told me they loved me, but I don't believe them."

"Why not?"

"Because why would they want me?"

"Finn, underneath your oafish exterior is a kind heart and that's what they see. That's what they love."

Finn hung his head, staring at the white tiles of the bathroom floor, after a few moments he looked up and said:

"How can you say that when I didn't always have your back and with the stuff that happened last year? How can you say I'm still kind?"

Kurt bent down so that he was eye level with Finn.

"I'm not saying you're perfect - far from it. But you've shown me that you changed. Singing that Bruno Mars song to me at our parents' wedding, making sure your mother takes her medication, helping out those sick kids at the hospital. You are kind - you just don't always show good judgment."

"Can I tell you something Kurt?"

"Sure, anything."

"I never felt like Rachel or Quinn loved me. I always felt like I was one step away from losing them and then Mercedes and Sam come along and I feel the same way – I don't know how to trust what they're saying. Sometimes I feel like some dumb jock that they will dump after awhile."

"For some reason, I believe that they love you. Mercedes is my best friend and she has nothing but awesome things to say about her relationship with you and Sam."

"I hear what you're saying dude, but I don't know," Finn said shrugging his broad shoulders.

"If it's bothering you this much, I think you should talk to them. Putting yourself on some ridiculous diet and workout regime is going to kill you, and Carol is worried about you."

This got Finn's attention immediately. His mother was his world. The last thing he wanted to do was worry her.

"Mom's worried? Why?"

"Finn, calm down. She's concerned that you're not eating. Quite frankly, so am I. What happened to the guy who inhaled 2 grand slams at Denny's?"

"That guy was a fat slob. I don't want to be that guy anymore."

Kurt reached out and patted his shoulder.

"You need therapy," he said simply.

"Thanks a lot, bro."

"You need something. You're in a relationship with two fantastic people who told you they loved you. And I know this is none of my business but I am going to ask anyway –"

Finn cut him off.

"No, Kurt, Sam and I don't have sex. But we do love each other if that makes sense and we love Mercedes and she loves us. All I can say is, we show affection toward each other but its different. I know it sounds confusing."

Kurt raised his eyebrows and pursed his perfect pink lips.

"So are you saying you are bi?"

"Oh, God, I'm not saying that at all. It's not like I'm checking out guys or anything. It's like all three of us give each other something that we can't find anywhere else, you know?"

"Believe me Finn, I'm trying to understand. This is even beyond my level of comprehension. Be that as it may, you need to talk to them about how you are feeling. The way you are handling this isn't good," Kurt replied as he walked out of the bathroom and then said over his shoulder, "I'll save you some quiche."

Finn laughed to himself and hurried off to his bedroom to put on his sweats. If he rushed, he could make it before the blue haired power walkers took over the track.

Dinner for Three

Mercedes stirred the pot on the stove; the rich aroma of seafood gumbo filled the kitchen. Her grandmother used to make this for all of the family reunions, and after she died, Mercedes' mother was able to snag the coveted recipe from her secret files. There was a little bit of everything in the gumbo but Mercedes had to improvise with the recipe to satisfy her boyfriends' strange eating habits. She used low sodium salt and opted for fresh tomatoes as opposed to canned. Usually these changes would be for Sam's benefit but now Finn was on a health kick too. When they went out to Breadsticks, Finn no longer ordered two entrees and then got a dessert. Now he would get salad with no dressing and drink lots of water, resulting in numerous trips to the bathroom. Mercedes shook her head as she put the lid back on the pot. The gumbo needed to simmer for a little longer. Tonight, they were both coming over for dinner because she wanted to discuss something important with them. As she ran up the stairs to her room, she thought of the last time they were together. It was at Sam's house, and they had just made love.

Sam had gone to the bathroom and Finn turned to her and asked:

"Are you sure you guys want to be with me?"

"We love you, Finn, we always want to be with you."

Then Finn grew really quiet even as she pulled him into a hug. She stroked his back and held him tightly to her chest, pressing their hearts together.

"We love you Finn," she repeated over and over again.

When Sam returned, he looked at Mercedes wondering what was going on, a confused expression on his face.

By this time, Finn was crying, not hard, but tears slowly slid down his cheeks and onto Mercedes' neck. Soon, Sam hugged him from behind and now both of them, were whispering that they loved him.

Finn finally calmed down but things changed after that.

Mercedes snapped out of the memory and slipped on her black skinny jeans and a purple sweater. She missed Finn's cockiness – it was like his confidence had dwindled. As she sprayed on some perfume, she heard the doorbell ring. She rushed downstairs to answer it and found Sam standing there with a bouquet of roses. He looked so handsome in his khaki slacks and white shirt.

"Hey, baby, I got these for you," he said and gave her a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Come on in, you didn't have to bring flowers, but I'm glad you did."

"I did it because I wanted to. Is Finn here yet?" Sam asked as he followed her into the kitchen.

"No, he's running a little late," Mercedes responded as she opened the cabinet and pulled out a crystal vase to put the roses in.

Sam sat down at the kitchen table.

"Good, I want to talk to you about how he's been acting lately."

Mercedes joined him at the table and held his hands.

"That's why I'm having this dinner. So we can talk. I think he's feeling left out or something."

Sam nodded in agreement, "Yes, I know and I don't understand. He knows that we love him. We include him in everything. I never thought I would be in a relationship like this did you Cedes?"

Mercedes laughed.

"If someone were to tell me a year ago that I would be in some odd threesome relationship with two fine ass white boys, I would've told them they were a fool and kept walking."

"And if someone were to tell me that I would love a beautiful black woman and a giant quarterback, I think I would have told them the same thing," Sam responded, raising her hand to his lips and kissing it.

"I'm glad that you've accepted Finn. I know in the beginning it wasn't easy."

"You're right -it wasn't easy at first. I mean sharing you Cedes? But then by sharing you my heart got bigger, and Finn made our relationship even better. I also questioned my sexuality," Sam said softly as he gazed into Mercedes' eyes.

"We went over this, don't label it. What you and Finn feel for each other is a deep affection. Finn is kind and he lets you be kind."

"It doesn't bother you when we kiss?"

"Sam, of course it doesn't."

"Cedes, I can't wrap my head around this. Even though it's been six months. The first time he kissed me it freaked me out. Now I'm used to it. But what's so strange is that we don't want to have sex with each other only with you."

"I agree that's weird. But then nothing about this has been normal. Regardless, it feels right."

At that moment, the doorbell rang. It was Finn.

Confrontation

Finn praised the gumbo, though he barely ate any of it. Instead he drank lots of water and ate two helpings of salad with only a teaspoon of dressing. Sam and Mercedes exchanged looks as Finn ate, and he pretended not to notice.

"Dude, you sure you don't want anymore gumbo?" Sam asked, his tone slightly coaxing, "It's really good."

"I'm cool, thanks for having us over Mercedes," Finn said and took another gulp of ice water.

They fell into a silence and Finn felt awful. As much as he wanted to eat like a regular person, he couldn't. He wanted to look chiseled like Sam. Suddenly, Mercedes slammed her fist against the table.

"Ok, Finn, enough of this. Why don't you eat anymore? And why do you always want to be covered when we make love?"

Finn flinched at her words. He didn't want to discuss covering up.

"Cedes, calm down," Sam said, patting her hand.

"I can't calm down when somebody we love is acting like this. Are you that unhappy with yourself?" Mercedes had tears in her eyes, "Please Finn, talk to us."

Finn reached out and grabbed her hand. He hated seeing Mercedes so upset.

"Have you ever looked at Sam?"

"What?"

"Look at him, Mercedes. He's hot. He has all the qualities a woman would want. I'm not hot. I'm not smart. All I have going for me is that I can play football and sing a little. That's it. But you're beautiful and talented in so many ways, and Sam too. I don't have anything to offer you guys. I feel like I got nothing to bring to the table so I'm trying to make my body as good as possible."

Mercedes rose from the table and sat on Finn's lap, grabbing his face between her small brown hands she said:

"How superficial do you think we are? We're so much more than our bodies, sweetie. When those boys were chasing me on the playground calling me a nigger, you were the only one who defended me. When your mother had breast cancer, you bathed her, and took care of her. Finn, you were only 14. Everyday, you do something that amazes me. And in case you haven't noticed, I'm not skinny, I've got fat, and cellulite, and stretch marks – but neither one of you has ever made me feel less than beautiful." She then kissed him, her tongue probing his mouth and he returned the kiss with just as much passion.

Sam reached out and grabbed his hand.

"We love you Finn, don't think you have to become Mr. Olympus to be with us."

"That's easy for you to say because you're the guy that guys like me want to look like and Mercedes is always praising your body," Finn said.

"Finn, I'm sorry if I make over Sam's body. It's not meant to hurt you. And just for the record, I love your body. I feel protected in your arms; you're like this gentle giant. It's wonderful. Big girls like me need a man that can handle all this jelly, she said on a chuckle.

Finn kissed her cheek, "Sweetheart, you're not that big."

"Tell that to the fashion magazines," she replied.

"Well, I for one, like a woman I can hold onto, and not break, " Sam said as he rose from the table and put his arms around Mercedes and Finn.

Finn held Mercedes close to him, and said.

"I want us to make love. I need to feel you guys."

The three of them joined hands and went upstairs to her bedroom.

Worthy of Love

They carefully undressed Finn first, treating him like a delicate piece of glass that could break at the slightest touch, and Finn appreciated this because he felt fragile in that moment. Mercedes unbuttoned his pants while Sam pulled off his faded t-shirt. Then off came his boxers and he stood there before the two people he loved - naked and exposed. Mercedes and Sam quickly undressed and soon all three of them stood in the middle of the room nude, nobody said anything. Finn had lost some weight, but that was little consolation to him. He couldn't look into their eyes, until Mercedes raised his head and he saw the love in her gaze. She grabbed one hand and Sam grabbed the other.

"So, this is what you feel you need to change?" Mercedes asked as she stroked his chest.

Sam squeezed Finn's shoulder.

"Finn, you're awesome, I know you can't see it but you are. How many guys would stay up all night with me because my little sister was sick and I was scared? You were there. And you never make me feel stupid because of my dyslexia, you care about people," Sam said, his green eyes misty, "Stop doing this to yourself. I can see that you've lost weight but you're not doing it the right way." Then he hugged Finn close to his heart, it wasn't sensual or erotic, but loving. Sam wanted him to feel loved.

Mercedes pressed herself into his back, and said:

"Finn, we love you just like this. If you want to get healthier, that's fine, but starving yourself and exercising like crazy isn't good. Sam's right, you are awesome." They hugged each other tight, skin against skin, and Finn's heart didn't hurt as much. Was it possible he was worthy? The three of them walked over to the bed, hands still clasped. Sam and Mercedes gently pushed Finn back onto the bed and he no longer felt so exposed or ugly.

"Let us love you," she whispered. Sam held his hand and watched as Mercedes mounted Finn.

Finn's back arched up from the bed as he felt her wet heat slide onto his aching cock.

"Oh, Mercedes…" he breathed.

"You deserve to be loved. You're worthy of this," Sam whispered in his ear. Finn let the tears fall from his eyes and slide down his face. Sam gently wiped away his tears with his big hands.

"It's ok, Finn, we love you," Sam said.

Mercedes rode his cock slowly, staring into his eyes. He reached up and grabbed her magnificent breasts, squeezing them and rolling the large nipples between his fingers. She let her hands graze across his broad chest, caressing him gently. She licked and sucked his nipples, the ones Santana described as puffy pyramids. Finn loved the sensation of her tongue on his skin. Sam stroked his head in a reassuring manner as if to affirm that all this love was for him. Between Sam's kind words and Mercedes' touches, Finn felt himself coming apart. Mercedes' gyrations were becoming frantic, and usually at this time, Sam would be helping her reach her orgasm, but now he stayed planted beside Finn holding his hand. Finn figured it was because Sam knew that he needed him. And there was Mercedes with her big, beautiful body, becoming one with his; he pulled her down for a kiss, her plump lips were hot and sweet. Her pussy was so tight. Finn was on fire. Sam placed a gentle kiss on his sweaty forehead before grabbing onto to his cock and jerking himself off. Finn knew that Mercedes' sexy moans and groans would get to Sam eventually and he would need a release. His left hand fisted his cock and his right one gripped Finn's hand.

"Ride that cock, baby," Sam choked out in his dirty talk way.

Mercedes picked up speed, her mouth hanging open - she was almost there.

"Finn, sweetie, oh God, Finn…" her voice trailed off.

"I'm with you, I'm right here," Finn responded, enjoying the sight of her body jiggling and bouncing.

Then all of them exploded, Finn came harder than he ever had in his life, his orgasm consumed him, he felt everything, Mercedes' plush body collapsed on top of him and he felt her shaking. Sam reached out and stroked her back. His cum splattered onto the bedspread.

"Cedes?"

Finn knew that Sam was making sure she was ok; Mercedes' orgasms were usually so intense that they feared one day they would kill her. She grunted in response.

"Looks like our girl, is ok," Sam said and got up from the bed so he could hug her from behind. He kissed her smooth back.

"Our girl?" Finn asked.

Sam shrugged, "Yeah, our girl."

"You do know that's the first time you said our girl. It's usually your girl, or my woman," Finn said.

Sam continued stroking Mercedes' back; her body was slowly coming down from her high.

"I didn't realize that I did that. I guess I can be possessive."

Finn laughed, "You guess?"

"Ok, I am possessive, is this why you don't believe us when we say that we love you?"

"No, I have a lot of insecurities. But your failure to acknowledge that she is ours kind of gets to me a little," Finn admitted.

"I'm sorry, dude, I didn't know," Sam said.

"It's ok, after what you two did for me tonight, I'll never doubt either of you again. You're a real softie, Sam." Finn said.

Sam rolled his eyes and muttered, "Whatever, dude."

Finn was content, he loved the feel of Mercedes' body pressed so close to his and he enjoyed watching Sam, as he helped her calm down from her orgasm with his tender words and gentle strokes. That was the sweet side to Sam that Finn loved. Finally, Mercedes raised her head to meet his eyes. God, if she got more beautiful, he wasn't sure what he would do. He was surprised that she remembered that incident when they were elementary school, those boys were racist pricks, and Finn remembered chasing them away threatening to hurt them if they didn't leave Mercedes alone. He and Mercedes were not even friends at the time, so his actions were surprising. Even then he was taller than the other kids, so he knew his stature would scare them off. Though they would not reconnect until years later, he remembered there was something in her eyes that day… he couldn't explain it. But it sort of reminded him of fire.

"I love you, Mercedes Jones," he whispered, and captured her lips with his own, the kiss was slow, long, and deep. His entire heart was in that kiss.

"I love you too, Finn Hudson," she replied, and Finn saw that fire in her eyes.

Finn gently pushed her to his side and Sam got on the other side, wrapping his arms around her from behind while Finn held her from the front. The embrace that they held was a fierce one. Finn squeezed Sam's hand.

"Thank you for being there for me," he said.

"We love you and we will always be there for you," Sam said, "Now do you believe that you're worthy?"

"I do, and I love you both," Finn said as he snuggled closer to Mercedes, kissing her on the nose.

"Good, so can we now go back to insulting each other and competing in the bedroom to see who can give Cedes the most orgasms?" Sam asked.

"Sure thing, and I don't care what you say, I laid the mack down the last time we had the contest," Finn said.

"Screw you, Hudson, I so won that round. I gave our girl at least 10," Sam said as he nuzzled Mercedes' neck.

Mercedes laughed.

"Would you two fools calm down? And Finn, what do you know about 'laying the mack down'? Both of you satisfied me that night, ok? No complaints from the diva, here! Besides why do you guys compete so much?"

"We're guys, it's what we do," Finn explained.

Mercedes just rolled her eyes and giggled. She kissed Sam whispering an endearment in his ear and then she kissed Finn.

"You're amazing," she said, stroking his face.

For the first time in their relationship, Finn felt worthy, and it was wonderful.