As much as I'd love to own these characters, I don't. Otherwise the show would be vastly different.
This doesn't really follow any of the time line of the show, but makes references to things that have happened. Such as, Will's separated from Terri, but Finn still thinks he's Drizzle's daddy. You're a smart reader. You can figure it out.
We Belong
Will slipped into the boy's locker room, hoping it wasn't occupied already. After spending the last few nights in the choir room he was starting to really need a shower. There was no way that he was going back to his house and face Terri, not yet anyway. He really didn't know of anyone else to ask. It would be awkward to ask Emma to use her shower and Ken was barely talking to him. It was after three days that he finally remembered the showers in the locker room. He slung his bag, loaded with shampoo, soap, shaving cream and clothes, over his shoulder. It was only after he set down his bag, he realized the water was running in the shower. He hesitated for a moment, debating whether he should leave, but then took another whiff of himself and decided to stay.
He peered around the lockers and didn't see anyone right away. Then a very familiar voice rang out through the locker room.
"I feel like makin'
Feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love to you-"
That voice of his male lead had haunted Will for months. Ever since, he first caught him singing in the shower. Of course that time he hadn't made himself known. He just listened and watched, admiring Finn's muscular soaked body. He shivered slightly as he remembered the way Finn's sculpted shoulders and arms looked as he reached up to scrub his scalp. Arms that Will wished could be wrapped around him.
Up until now Will hadn't done anything about his attraction to Finn. Not only was he afraid of everyone finding out, but he was worried that his advances may upset Finn who, let's be honest, wasn't having the best year so far. Sure, he's the captain of the football team, which just happened to be nearly win less. Also, he's been linked to Quinn Fabray, newly pregnant ex-captain of the Cheerios, but apparently there's a lot of speculation that Finn's not even the real father. Then there's glee club. As much as Finn loves to sing, Will knew that he was having a hard time adjusting to his lower rung on the social ladder. An unrequited sexual advance by a male teacher just might put the poor boy over the edge.
Will also didn't know if he could get over how morally wrong it is to want one of his students, especially a male student. If anyone even had an idea that he thought of Finn in this way, his career could be ruined. Sue finding out would be especially bad, now that she's got that stupid TV segment and Figgins in her back pocket.
Finn's feelings came first though and as long as he wasn't sure about Finn's feelings for him, no moves would be made. Even though, he was deliciously naked in the showers, yards away from him...
I just can't do that to him, Will thought to himself. Shaking his head slightly, he grabbed his bag from the bench and took the world's loudest step, which echoed painfully through the room.
"Baby, if I -" Finn stopped suddenly, hearing Will's footstep. He looked up, squinting. "Brittany if that's you, I already told you that you can't record me in the shower!"
Will stepped out from behind the lockers.
"Did she really ask you to do that?" Will asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah, I told her no," Finn said, turning off the water, grabbing a towel, and wrapping himself in what seemed like one fluid motion. "Apparently she's taped a lot of the other players in the shower. Said it was some sort of project Santana and her were doing or something. I can never believe anything they say anyway."
"Well, it's just me," Will smiled crookedly and raised his hands, "no cameras."
"Oh, that's good," Finn watched Will for a second. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"Uh, to tell you the truth I needed to use the showers," he gestured to the gym bag on his shoulder. "I've actually been staying in the choir room. Sorry I interrupted you, what were you singing?"
Finn looked down, slightly embarrassed that his teacher had caught him singing to himself.
"'Feel Like Makin' Love,'" Finn mumbled.
"It was good, you were really getting into it."
"Yeah, it's one of my favorites. It's kinda old school and about sex," Finn laughed to himself.
"It's a good song, I used to sing it to- well, never mind, I shouldn't be telling you this." Will waved his hand dismissively.
"No, who was it? Mrs. Schuester? I tried singing it to Quinn to see if I could convince her to, you know. She told me if I felt like that to take care of myself because she wasn't going to do anything about it. That's what I hate about girls, they get you so riled up and ready and then take it all back with one word: no." Finn sat down on the bench, frowning slightly.
Will hesitated a moment, then put a hand on Finn's shoulder and sat down next to him.
"That's the way all girls are, Finn. Look at Terri, faking her pregnancy, hoping that it'd bring us closer. But all that time she denied me sex in fear that I would find out her secret. I started feeling rejected and resentful towards her and so when I found out that she was faking, well, I'll just say it wasn't one of my best moments."
"So what did you do when she wouldn't let you..."
"I did what any other guy would do, masturbate." Will said simply.
"Oh, yeah," Finn looked slightly uncomfortable, but pressed on. "I haven't really told anyone this, but I have trouble doing that. And it's kinda weird talking to you about this..."
"I think it's normal to want to talk about it with someone you trust," Will said sympathetically, remembering a time in his life when he had no one to talk to about sex.
"Well, if I try to talk to Puck about it, he'll just say that he doesn't want to hear about my dick and that I'm a fag for even asking him. Quinn won't give me the time of day anymore. And honestly, the thought of asking Brittany or Santana scares the hell outta me. So I see what you mean, I do need someone to trust to talk to."
"What do you think your problem is?" Will asked seriously.
"I don't know, Mr Schue. I mean I can lay in bed and try to think about the cheerleaders in their uniforms, or Rachel's butt, or the way Quinn looks when she sings to me, and I can almost get there. But I don't know what happens. I just lose it." Finn looked at Will, almost begging him for reassurance that he was normal, that this happens to other guys too.
"Did you ever think you were-"
"Don't say it Mr. Schue," Finn stammered. "I-I'm not- I can't be, I'm dating the head cheerleader, sort of-" He drifted off, staring at the wall.
Finn couldn't believe that Mr. Schue would even suggest that. I mean, there was that one time he caught himself staring at Puck's ass while they were changing and found himself with a raging hard-on that he quickly hid from the rest of the team. And the time they had seen Vocal Adrenaline and heard Jesse St. James sing for the first time. That stunning voice coming from that amazing mouth. Once again an unexplained surprise in his pants. And the way Mr. Schue would dance. And his eyes, so full of emotion when he sang and those jeans that he shouldn't be allowed to wear to school... Everyone thought Finn couldn't dance, but you try hiding an erection from twelve different people.
"Finn?" Will's voice was soft, he put a hand on Finn's knee. "I didn't mean to upset you."
Finn snapped back to reality and the situation at hand. Back to the realization that he was finally seeing Mr. Schue for the first time as a man, not as a teacher. His eyes trailed from Will's hand up to his face, finally meeting his eyes.
Finn took a deep breath, and moved his face slowly towards Will. Will inhaled sharply and moved his hand to Finn's face, caressing it tenderly. They were so close, their noses almost touching. Time was slowing down in Will's mind. Everything was a little hazy.
I can't do this. I can't, he's a student and I'm his teacher and oh, my God, his breath smells so sweet but no, I can't...
Finn faced Will on the bench, one hand cupping his face and the other tracing down Will's chest.
I'm I really coming on to my teacher? My male teacher? Am I gay? But his lips look so soft and ohh he smells so good in a weird sweaty way. What if someone finds out? I don't want to be like Kurt, he dresses too weird for me, but I really, really want to kiss Mr. Schue right now...
They both closed their eyes, and their lips met. A soft tender kiss was exchanged between them. They broke apart slowly and looked in the others eyes. Will's looked a little coy and Finn's burned with passion. Without warning, the younger man lunged at Will, accidentally knocking him to the cold floor. Luckily one of Finn's hands was behind Will's head cushioning the impact.
Finn's lips found Will's and they kissed passionately. Finn explored the older man's mouth with his tongue, as he grasped at Will's clothes, desperate to remove them and feel the skin underneath. Will was embracing the larger man on top of him, tracing the muscles in Finn's back all the way down and back up, his fingers grasping at his hair.
Finn began kissing his neck as he tried to undo the buttons of the shirt that stood between him and Will's chest. He traced his tongue from Will's ear down to his collarbone, and Will let out a low moan.
He stopped Finn, suddenly pushing him back slightly with both hands.
"What is it Mr. Schue?" Finn asked, panting slightly.
"It's Will, Finn. Call me Will," he said breathlessly. "I don't know if we should do this."
Finn rested his chin on Will's chest. He could feel his heart racing.
"Why not? There's no one here. I won't tell anyone. And I kinda need you- and this- right now. Don't tell me you don't need it too. I kinda feel like we should do this, like we belong together."
Will couldn't look into Finn's big brown puppy dog eyes and tell him no. Especially, since he had been hoping, wishing, and dreaming of this for months. He would find a way to keep it quiet. And find a way to continue this.
"Well, I might need some help in the shower," Will raised an eyebrow and gave Finn a sly smile. "Why don't you start by undressing me?"
Finn slowly unbuttoned Will's shirt, kissing all the way down. Will slipped out of his button-down, pulled off his t-shirt and threw it in Finn's face. He chuckled and ran his hands up Will's chest. Finn kissed Will deeply and unbuttoned his jeans. Will wiggled out of his pants, then intertwined his fingers with Finn's.
"You ready?"
A grin spread across Finn's face, and he kissed Will on the lips a little too aggressively.
Finn seemed to realize his mistake and pulled away.
"Sorry, Mr- Will," Finn said sheepishly.
"Mr. Will?" Will laughed.
"That's going to take some getting used to." Finn got up to his feet and held out a hand to help Will up.
Will grasped the larger hand and pulled himself up, finding himself thrust into Finn's arms.
"So, Will, how 'bout that shower now? I know a great song we can sing," Finn smiled holding Will close for a moment then pulled him into the shower.