Hope you like this one. This is the translation of "Um (nada) santo remédio".


"It's been what... six months that you're with this problem?" Noah Puckermann asked, a little louder than his interlocutor would like it, but fortunately not calling anyone's attention, because the music was loud in the bar where they were.

"Speak low, man! Damn! It's already embarrassing enough... to HAVE this problem... and talk to you about it. Neither the bartender nor the waitresses of your bar need to distrust of it." Finn Hudson asked his best friend, nervously. "And it's been FOUR and a half months." He clarified.

"I already gave you the phone of that doctor who was my father's pupil, man. He is discreet and not even in his office people will know about your problem, because he also comes to other things."

"I'm thinking about making an appointment."

"I can't understand why you're still thinking, dude. If it were me, in less than a month, I would be there!" Puck said, taking a sip of his beer. "Although it simply would NOT happen to me. It happens to you justly because you think too much! Just forget what happened and move on, brother! Nowadays, it's not a big deal. It was not actually a problem with you, but a matter of preference." He said, making light of it.

"It's very easy to just say it, okay?" Finn replied, annoyed. "I have nightmares about that day. I... I wake up sweaty in the middle of the night. I wonder what I did to deserve that... and if they were being serious. I try not to think anything of it, especially when I'm... you know. " He said, frowning. "But it probably stays in my subconscious or whatever the fuck. Everything is doing well until... it's not... just NOT."

Frustrated, Finn took the half of the beer that was left in his bottle at once, and Puck thought it best to change the subject. However, Hudson was unable to hear his friend speak, once more being haunted by memories of a late afternoon of months before, and the questions to which they led.

He had left work early, but no less tired than on any other day of movement on Wall Street. He loved the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the ups and downs of the stock market, and thought it was the best career choice that his economics training could have afforded him, but he had to admit that often he would be brought almost to exhaustion.

All the young man wanted was to come home, take a nice bath, lie down in his warm bed with his girlfriend, with whom he was sharing an apartment since a few months ago, maybe see a movie or, with luck, have sex and finally sleep. However, his plans were foiled in a way he could never have foreseen when he heard moans coming from their room.

At first, he smiled, thinking that Quinn was touching herself and maybe he could join in the fun and take her with him to the bathroom. In a second step, he was at the door of the bedroom and found Quinn accompanied by Santana, their neighbor and his ex-girlfriend, so he thought he could join the two girls, and finally realize the dream of almost one hundred percent of the male population worldwide: do a threesomes. Soon arrived the third step, however, in which he was hit by reality, seeing the two girls, without any suspicion of his presence in the apartment, talking about how good it was sex between them and how the same activity could be without grace, when it was shared with him.

"I've often had to pretend I'd came, not to let Finn sad. I feel a little guilty... and I wonder if I should talk to him." Quinn had said without hesitation.

"I also pretended a lot, chica! I pretended and then went to the shower to solve my problem by myself." Santana laughed. "I thought it was just because deep down I prefer girls, but if you have this little problem with him too..."

"I don't wanna break up with him, you know? He is sweet, loving... the best boyfriend I've ever had! But I really feel nothing with him. He's... graceless." The blonde with whom he thought, then, he had a great relationship made a grimace.

"You know you can count on me to put a pepper in your life, right?" Santana asked, maliciously, and she and Quinn had kissed, tangling under the sheets, while Finn finally made his presence known, running across the room and into the bathroom and slamming the door.

The pitiful scene finished with Santana leaving the apartment, Quinn knocking on the bathroom door and begging him to let her explain, Finn, almost an hour later, coming out of the room and acting as if the girl was not even in the apartment, and, in the end, exploding, ending things with her, and sleeping in his parents' house, to definitely move out the next day and never speak to Quinn or Santana again.

Finn felt humiliated, demoted, betrayed, embarrassed, all at the same time and all very intense. He lost his girlfriend, with whom he had made plans for the future, and a friend he believed he could trust in, at once. However, this had proved to be a small problem when he started dating women again and discovered he had lost confidence. The dates went well until he and his suitor took off their clothes, but became completely frustrated in the next moment, when his sexual potency simply disappeared.

Several beers later, Finn was already fully anesthetized, and was left alone by his friend, who went for behind the bar, because the movement was very large and only a bartender was not being enough. He ended up being an easy target for a malicious girl. Normally, he would find it nothing less than fantastic to have a pretty girl approaching without him needing to make any effort, but at the end of the night, there he was lamenting his own fate by leaving the girl's apartment after failing to fuck her.

Failing again was the last straw! The next morning, before leaving for work, Finn made an appointment with the doctor who had been a student of the father of Puck in college, and decided to do whatever was necessary to have his sex life back, even though it was not the most satisfactory in the world for those who, before, he thought were lucky to occupy beds (or other surfaces) with him.


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