Author's Note
Soooo….HUGE thank you to the response so far on this fic. To everyone who favorited, followed, and reviewed. It means a lot.
In case anyone was wondering, the song in the last chapter was "Not Alone" by Darren Criss. It is my personal favorite of his.
The format of the last chapter may have confused some people, but since it was my first time writing I wasn't sure of how to format it. I hope this one's better.
One more thing, the title of this story does indeed pay tribute to my FAVORITE singer in the whole world, Michael Buble. However, I highly doubt that the actual song will appear in this fic.
Without further ado, Chapter Two
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any characters. Just clearing that up…
Finn and Blaine sat in the McKinley locker room at halftime, discussing new playing tactics for the second half. The Titans had been playing well tonight, and were currently down by only a field goal. If they continued playing as well in the second half as they did in the first, they stood a fighting chance of winning a game for the first time in years.
"I'm pretty sure their left tackle is hyped up on steroids or something. I've never seen Azimio take that many hits before." Finn said
Blaine nodded in agreement.
"Any ideas?" Finn looked at his best friend searchingly.
"Man, you're the Quarterback. Team Captain. If you can't think of something to do then we're all screwed."
"I know, dude. I just…Coach Beiste said that if I want the team to start working together and act like a team, then I have to start listening to others' opinions, even if I do have the final say."
"Hmm, makes sense"
"Now that I think about it, we fight so much. There are only a handful of us who get along and respect each other. And it's mostly the glee guys. We need to do something to change this team's morale, dude."
Blaine looked curiously, wondering what his friend had in mind. Finn's expression then went from pondering to excitement.
"How about a party?"
Blaine looked at him, confused. "How would a party get this team to respect each other?"
"Look, if I can hold an awesome party for the whole football team, and show them that I can be cool, then maybe they'd start listening to me more. Especially if I can get guys like Azimio and Owens to show. Everyone knows that that's how high school works. If you do something cool, then everybody looks up to you. I can show them that I'm not just that 'football player in glee club.'"
Blaine had to admit, it was a decent idea. "So, is this for the benefit of the team, or your popularity?" He asked, laughing.
Finn grinned. "Win win, dude."
At that, the team was called back out onto the field for the second half.
The boy's locker room was filled with whoops and shouts of victory.
"We showed those suckers what winning without cheating looks like!" Sam Evans called.
This brought out even more victory hollers and fist bumps between the teammates.
Finn was smiling at the sight around him. His entire team, finally cheering together, because at last they had something worth cheering about. "Alright, guys, listen up!" He hollered over the noise.
"First, I'd like to say…CONGRATULATIONS TITANS!" The team continued shouting. "Alright, alright, there's something else! Tomorrow night, the party of the year will be going down at my place! All of you better be there. Azimio, Owens? Can I count on you guys to provide drinks?" He asked them, winking. They looked at him in surprise before nodding and fist bumping each other again. They knew what Finn meant by 'drinks'. I mean, what was a high school football team's party with booze?
Finn smiled slightly when he saw that the team seemed excited about his idea. He looked over at Blaine, whose expression was somewhere between worry and amusement. Finn nodded his head at him once, silently reassuring him. It's gonna work.
"So, I assume some crazy, elaborate plan about how to tell your parents about this party? Or you know how to keep them away all weekend.." Blaine questioned Finn as they were walking towards their cars after the game.
"No need, man. Burt and Mom are out of the country on a cruise for two weeks. They left yesterday. Very belated honeymoon, or something like that."
"Convenient" Blaine answered.
"Yeah. Kurt won't be happy, though. Especially when I tell him who the party is for. But I'm not letting him ruin this. He has friends he can stay with if he doesn't want to be there."
Finn was rambling on and on, but something he said had put a confused look on Blaine's face.
"Uh, Finn? Who's Kurt?" Now it was Finn's turn to be confused.
"I've never mentioned Kurt?" Blaine shook his head.
"Kurt's my step-brother. Burt's son."
Blaine stared at Finn incredulously. "Your mom and step-dad have been married for over a year and you've never mentioned you had a brother!"
"Step-brother. And yeah, sorry about that dude. Guess I never really thought to bring it up. Kurt is cool; he's the same age as us. He can be pretty uptight and diva-ish sometimes, but I love him."
"The same age as us? Does he go to McKinley?"
"No. Kurt was at McKinley for freshman year, a year before you came around. But this one guy, Dave Karofsky, bullied Kurt really badly, because, like you, Kurt's gay. He even threatened to kill him. Karofsky was expelled, but Kurt transferred to Dalton Academy in Westerville. They have a no bullying policy, so Kurt feels safer there. Karofsky was a football player, too. That's why it's going to be hard to convince Kurt about this party."
Blaine's head swirled around all the new information about his friend. Finn had a step-brother! And a gay step-brother at that! No, Blaine. Stop getting so excited. Even if he happens to be cute, he's your best friend's brother. It would be weird…
"Well, dude, wish me luck! See you tomorrow!" Finn said and got into his car.
"Good luck!" Blaine called after him, before getting in his black Ford Mustang and driving home.
Finn opened the front door of his house and stepped inside cautiously. He wasn't scared of the house, no, but rather who lived in it right now. He heard the upstairs shower running and breathed. He had a few minutes to prepare before he faced the music. He went into the kitchen, made himself a few sandwiches, and began ascending the stairs, just as he heard the shower cut off. Finn put the plate of sandwiches down in his room before walking across the hall to Kurt's. He knocked twice before he heard his step-brother's sing-song voice
"Come in! Oh! Hey Finn, how was the game?"
"We won."
"Congrats!"
Kurt then looked at Finn and cocked an eyebrow. The tall boy looked nervous as hell, and as if he had something just dying to come out of his mouth. "Something you want, Finn?"
"Yeah, uh. Kurt, I was thinking..well wondering…no. Asking you if it would be okay if I had a party tomorrow. Here."
Kurt continued to stare at Finn, thinking that this was something a little more than just a request to have a party. "Who will be coming?" he asked, and watched as Finn hung his head even lower before he mumbled,
"The football team."
Kurt's face hardened and his knuckles clenched together. "Absolutely not." was all he said.
"But Kurt-"
"Finn! You know what those Neanderthals did to me! I don't want them within one hundred feet of me, let alone partying in my house!"
Finn knew he was asking Kurt for a lot, and he also knew that Kurt would react like this. So, on a sudden bold streak, he looked Kurt square in the face.
"Kurt, listen. I know how you feel about these guys. Hell, I don't like most of them. But the reason I'm having this party in the first place is to show that I can be just as cool as them." He proceeded to give Kurt the same argument he gave Blaine. "If someone does something cool, then he earns more respect from everybody else. That's just the way high school works. I want my team to work together, like each other, respect each other. I know that if we can accomplish this we will be able to play better! That's all I want, Kurt. Please, let me do this. I'll take care of everything, I swear. You don't have to buy any food, or clean up any messes. You can even stay in your room if you want to. Please?" He finished, looking at Kurt pleadingly.
The slimmer boy stared at him, before quietly saying, "Ok."
Finn looked up at him, wondering if he heard right. "Ok?"
"I guess you're doing this for a good purpose, Finn. And it's your house too, so I guess I can't stop you."
Finn smiled a huge, goofy grin before pulling Kurt into a bone-crushing hug.
"Thanks, Kurt! I owe you one."
"You owe me a couple." Kurt answered in his best diva voice. "And you're right. I will NOT be coming out of my room. And one other thing; If Dad and Carole find out about this, I have nothing to do with it."
Finn grinned. "Deal."
After finishing his nightly moisturizing routine, Kurt pushed back the covers on his bed and crawled into it. He grabbed his cell phone from the nightstand and pressed speed dial number four. Every night, he called Santana before he went to bed, to discuss with her how his day had gone, and vice versa.
Santana was his best girlfriend, and one of the very few people at McKinley whom he still kept in touch with. She may have been a complete bitch, but she was special to Kurt. During Kurt's torturous freshman year at McKinley, he relayed his problems and worries to the glee club girls. While the others had all been quite sympathetic, Santana had been the only one who had stood up for him on a physical level. She got into a fight with Karofsky after the bully had shoved Kurt rather hard into a locker. She had even gone to see Principal Figgins several times on his behalf, begging the Principal to do something to help Kurt.
She answered on the third ring. "Evening, Porcelain."
Kurt smiled at the nickname. "Evening, Satan."
"Woah! Look who's become feisty!" Kurt laughed.
"So have you heard about Finn's party yet?" He asked her, already knowing the answer.
"Of course I have! I didn't hook up with the entire football team for no reason. I have excellent sources now."
Kurt smirked. She really didn't have a filter on her mouth, but that was one of the things he loved about her. She was straight up honest, and never regretted it.
"Do you think you could come over and stay with me tomorrow night? I don't want to be alone in a houseful of two hundred pound football players."
"Boys, booze, and my bestie? Count me in!"
He smiled. He knew he could always count on her.
"Thanks, Santana. It means a lot."
"Sure thing. And who knows? Maybe we'll even join the party a bit. You may have fun, Kurt." She said after hearing Kurt scoff at her suggestion. "Besides, I heard Blaine has been assigned DD so you'll have someone besides me to talk to."
"Blaine? Who's Blaine?"
"Finn's best friend, idiot. You've never met him? He's on the football team and in glee club. He's hot, too. If he wasn't gay I'd be all up on that."
Wait, gay? Finn's best friend was gay? Huh, I wonder why Finn never introduced us. Kurt quickly said something before Santana caught on to what he was thinking. "Football players, not my type, San. Heavy, sweaty, and loud. All of them are the same."
Santana was about to tell Kurt that Blaine wasn't like that at all, but she bit her tongue, a better idea forming in her mind. "Sure. Well, goodnight Kurt. See you." She hung up rather abruptly, not letting Kurt say goodbye.
Kurt noticed this, but assumed there was a reason behind her behavior. He shrugged and fell back into his bed, drifting off to sleep.
Meanwhile, a mischievous smile spread across Santana's face. After she hung up, she started planning. Perfect! she thought. Looks like it's time for Auntie Tanna to play her favorite game of Matchmaker.
Haha! Double the length of the last chapter. Thanks, for reading.
Shoutout to SimplyPutIAmInsane for being my first reviewer ever!
Note to S.- thanks for the review. Most of my characters are not very OOC, but the situations I have put them in makes this fic different from canon. (Ex., Blaine never attending Dalton, Finn and Blaine's friendship.) I will see what I can do about putting a little Sam in this fic. :)
Next chapter up Thursday or Friday.
