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. You're a smart reader. You can figure it out.
Chapter 2
Finn was at a loss.
It was his first date with Mr. Sch- damn it, Will, and he had nothing to wear. Of course he felt like such a girl, combing through his closet and tossing his entire wardrobe on his bed.
Nothing felt like it was good enough for their first date. He tried on shirt after shirt, jeans after jeans, and nothing stood out.
He debated calling one of the girls from the glee club. Quinn wasn't talking to him. He didn't want to look straight out of a rap video or Twilight book, so Mercedes and Tina were out. He didn't trust Santana. Brittany would recommend a cat costume or something ("Fluffy is totally in right now," she'd say), and everyone says Rachel dresses like a five-year-old.
So, it was a no-go on the girls. He couldn't call Puck; he'd ask way too many questions about his date. He questioned Artie's sense of fashion. How many sweater vests did that kid own anyway? He just wasn't close enough to Mike and Matt to ask them for help.
He exhausted all of his options. He had to do it. There was no one else to turn to.
Finn sighed and dialed Kurt's number.
"Well, if it isn't one Finn Hudson," Kurt answered, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I need your help," Finn said. "I have a date Friday night, and it's kinda special, and I have nothing to wear. You're really good with that fashion stuff, do you think you could help me out? It would mean a lot."
"You sound like such a girl, Finn," Kurt laughed, "of course I'll help you out. I love makeovers, they're like crack to me."
"Uhh, I'm not really looking for a makeover, just some nice clothes for my date."
"Ok, whatever you say Finn, we'll go to the mall after school tomorrow and find you some nice clothes."
"Thanks, could you do me a favor and not really tell anyone?" Finn knew this was a long-shot with Kurt, who gossips more than, well, Finn couldn't think of anyone, but Kurt does talk a lot.
"Your secret is safe with me," Kurt said confidently. "I'll see you tomorrow, bye bye!"
"Bye," Finn said vaguely, wondering what he'd gotten himself into.
Finn threw all of his clothes back into his closet and flopped down on his bed.
He rolled onto his side and hugged his pillow, wishing it were Will. It had been a few days since Will visited the boy's locker room and found Finn showering. And Finn couldn't get it out of his mind.
He loved the way that Will was so forceful when they kissed. He missed holding the smaller man in his arms, feeling Will's slick skin against his. He loved the way his name sounded coming from Will's lips. They sang one of Finn's favorite songs together in the shower, 'Keep on Lovin' You.' Yeah, it was kinda cheesy, but whatever. They didn't do much, just make out. In the shower. Naked. Finn wanted to go a little further, but Will insisted that they take it slow.
Hence the date. Finn didn't know what was planned, but he knew that they couldn't stick around Lima where someone could see them together. Maybe they'd drive somewhere else, or go Will's apartment or something. Maybe Will would cook for him and they could cuddle up and watch a movie. Maybe it would end in Will's bedroom. Well, whatever they did, Finn wanted to look hot.
Finn was restless trying to sleep that night. He kept grasping under his pillow for the shirt that Will had given him after their heated make-out session. He pulled it to his face and inhaled deeply, remembering how Will's body felt under his hands. How his scent lingered with Finn, even after their shower. Oh, that amazing shower. Who knew you can have that much fun in the school locker room?
Finn reached down and started stroking himself. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander.
Oh, Will. It's so weird to call him that. A part of me will always think of him as Mr. Schue. I wonder if I can call him that in bed one day. Oh, to be in bed with that man. I want to feel his kiss. I want his hands all over me. I want to make him moan. Ohhh I want him to call my name as I make him come. The feel of his cock, his hands on mine. He nibbles my earlobe, and groans into my ear, "Make me come, Finn, please? I need you. I want you." His breath on my neck, his throbbing cock in my hand, I stroke him faster and faster. Every touch is intense and my body responds. I bury my face in his neck, kissing, biting, sucking. He inhales sharply and tenses his body. "Ohh Finn, Finn, ohh fuck me." My hands go faster, the heat between us almost unbearable. A low moan starts in his chest, he shudders against me and exclaims.
And that was when Finn, himself, came.
He smiled as he turned over and slept.
Finn awoke the next morning, bleary-eyed. He stretched, yawned, and scratched himself, then rolled out of bed. He trudged down the hall, making a quick stop in the bathroom, then back to his room to get dressed.
"Mom! What are you doing?" Finn yelled.
She turned around holding Will's shirt and her eyes widened, "Finn, did you do your own laundry again?"
Uhh... Quick think of something, anything. It's an old shirt? I found it somewhere and adopted it? It's a friend's shirt? Yeah, that sounded believable, kind of.
"Uhh, it's a friend's?" Finn avoided his mom's eyes by rummaging through his clothes.
Carole took another look at him and raised her eyebrows."Don't be late for school."
"Okay," Finn said, "love you, mom."
Finn was spacing as he walked up to school. He saw Will getting out of his car and gave him a small smile and wave. Will returned the smile and gave him a slight nod.
Finn wondered if anyone noticed the small exchange between them. And if they did, what did they think? It's normal to wave at teacher right?
Damn, those jeans again. I thought teachers had some sort of dress code. Maybe no one really cares because he's so hot. Glad we don't have practice today, I'd have to hide behind the drums again. At least I have a desk in Spanish, and Quinn's in that class and her rack is getting huge because of the baby. So, I guess it wouldn't be too weird if someone noticed then. Wait, did we have homework? I wonder if he'll get mad at me for not turning it in... Maybe I'll just mention my daydream about him. Convince him to act it out.
His mind continued to wander as he nearly barrelled into Kurt.
"Hiya, Finn," Kurt greeted him brightly, clearly not caring that he almost knocked him to the ground, "I'm looking forward to our shopping excursion today."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, shopping," Finn muttered, his brain still fuzzy from thinking about Will. "Shopping! Yeah, that's today right?"
"Yes, Finn, it is. I was thinking of going to Neiman Marcus first and then seeing where the afternoon takes us." Kurt smiled and waved his hand airily. "Maybe grab something eat?"
"Kurt, I asked you because I need help. This is not a date, I don't like boys!"
What? It's the truth, I like men! Or one man...
"Far be it for you to turn down food!" Kurt sneered.
"Oh, come on, don't be like that," Finn said, "I need to look hot! And don't deny that you can't wait to dress me up!"
"Okay, Hudson, you got me there," Kurt said quickly, "you wouldn't believe how many times I've dreamed of hussying you up!"
"Cool, I guess," Finn said, his ego slightly swollen. "Meet you after school."
The day was business as usual for Finn. Daydreaming during class, making up excuses for missing homework, the day just seemed to breeze by. Before Finn knew it the final bell had rung, and he was striding down the hallway looking for Kurt.
Finn found him at his locker, applying some sort of powder to his face.
"Ugh, this humidity is disgusting!" Kurt said, slamming the powder case into his locker. "Look at me! I'm practically glistening!"
"Oh, yeah, that humidity," Finn agreed blindly. "So, are you ready to head out?"
"Just let me spritz," Kurt pulled a small bottle of cologne and sprayed a cloud in front of stepped through it.
"Wow, that smells, like, really good." Finn sniffed the air. "What is that? Can we get some?"
"It's Unforgivable by Sean John. Mercedes gave it to me after she had a crazy bitch fit and smashed my windshield." Kurt closed his locker and started walking down the hall towards the front doors. "Luckily, my dad let me have the car this morning."
They walked down the steps to the student parking lot. when Quinn cut in front of them.
"Finn we need to talk," she stopped him, "Kurt can you give us a minute?"
"Surely, I'll be at the car."
"So, Finn, I have a doctor's appointment on Friday," Quinn looked into Finn's concerned eyes. "I asked Puck to take me. Finn, I'm sorry."
Quinn started crying.
"I-I've been seeing him, don't be mad, please don't be mad." She leaned on Finn sobbing into his shirt. "He's the father, Finn. It was late, he gave me wine coolers, I felt fat. I'm so sorry."
Finn blanked for a moment.
That cheating skank! Ugh, I should kick both of their asses! Well, not Quinn now, maybe after Drizzle comes, but I should definitely get Puck now.
Finn tensed his body and clenched his fists.
"Wait, stop Finn, think about it," Quinn hiccuped, "Y-you don't owe me anything now, you're free. You don't have to worry about me or the baby anymore. That's Puck's job now."
Well, lying bitch had a point there. She won't be pestering me for money, or crying on my shoulder for every little thing or calling me stupid all the time. Wait, this is actually really, really, really good! I'm free! Oh my God!
He grabbed Quinn by the shoulders. She flinched expecting the worst. Instead Finn planted a huge kiss on her forehead.
Quinn was dumbfounded.
"I'm not mad," Finn said quickly, "we can talk about this later, I have to go. But I'm not mad. I'm, like, the opposite. Really, I'm happy that you told me. Wow... Puck. Yeah, good luck with that!"
Finn gave her a quick hug and a huge, goofy smile, then practically skipped to Kurt's car.
Kurt was already in the driver's seat, cooling himself with the icy air conditioning. Finn hopped in and gave Kurt a smile.
"So, where to?" Finn asked, buckling his seat belt.
"Hold up," Kurt said seriously, turning to face Finn, "you're not going to tell me what just happened?"
"Oh, what Quinn had to say?" Finn shrugged slightly. "She just told me that Puck is the father of her baby."
"SHUT UP!" Kurt squealed. "Oh my God, are you okay? Do you need to cry? Do you want to sing? Let it out, Finn. Don't keep your negative emotions bottled up inside of you. "
"Wha-? No, I'm okay!"
Kurt gave Finn his best bitch-don't-you-dare-lie-to-me-or-I'll-cut-you face.
"Really, I'm fine!" Finn sighed. "I'm relieved actually. Ever since Quinn told me she was pregnant, I felt so pressured to support her and be a good dad to the baby, you know? That pressure was just eating and eating at me. I felt like nobody cared how I felt about everything. How worried I was when Quinn handed me that first doctor's bill, how she yelled at me for not being there for her when she was puking her brains out every morning. Everyone just saw what I didn't do for Quinn. That I wasn't giving her money, or whatever. I didn't always know what she wanted or needed. She made me feel so stupid and worthless."
Kurt made a motion as if to touch him, but pulled his hand back, stared down at his steering wheel and let Finn continue.
"But then someone came along and made me see that I am worth something. That it was okay for me to feel something other than worry or doubt about the future. I trust him more than anything and even though it's new, I can feel that it's real."
Kurt snapped his head up to look at Finn.
"H-him?" Kurt's voice wavered.
"Uhh, no," Finn countered him quickly, "I said th-them, them. Not him."
Oh, God! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid Finn! Why can't I talk without word vomit coming up all the time? I really need to shut my mouth and stop talking about my feelings so much, it only gets me in trouble. The last thing I need is anyone finding out about-
"Will you hand me my iPod, please?" Kurt asked quietly, motioning to the music player on the dashboard.
Finn handed the iPod to Kurt silently, then turned towards the window. Kurt took a moment to find the song he wanted, then started the car.
Well, this is going to be an awkward shopping trip. Maybe I can just distract Kurt and make him forget what I said. Should I say something to him now? I just don't want him getting the wrong idea. I mean, for a boy he's not that bad looking, a little girly and dramatic though. I guess my type is older, manly-er men. I couldn't deal with Kurt's drama all the time.
Finn pulled out his phone from his pocket to give his hands something to do. He saw that he had a few missed messages.
One from a certain Spanish teacher caught his attention..
"Dónde está tu tarea, Finn?"
Uhhh, what?
"is tarea sum kinda food?"
He texted back quickly.
A few moments goes by and Finn's phone goes off.
"It means 'where is your homework, Finn?'"
Oh shit, he noticed.
"didn't understand it maybe i need sum private lessons. I'm free fri night."
Kurt glanced over at Finn's phone in his lap. "Who are you texting?" he asked casually.
Finn's phone alerted him of his incoming text.
"Good, I am too. My apartment at 8? I'm going to be quizzing you orally, so be prepared."
And that's when Finn's brain turned off.
