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Finn entered the urologist's office extremely nervous. Despite the fact that Puck had assured him that the doctor dealed with other problems, not just with sexual impotence, he felt as if all eyes were turned towards him, as if everyone present knew that he wasn't unable to stay aroused for long enough to hold a sexual relationship until its end, and were controlling laughter.

"Good morning, sir!" Finn heard an angelic voice and looked around, trying to find out where it came from. The doctor's secretary smiled and repeated the greeting. "Good morning, sir. Do you have an appointment?"

"I... ham... I... yes... yes, I have one... my name is Finn... Finn Hudson." He replied, with difficulty, no more because of being nervous about the doctor's appointment, but because the voice belonged to a very sweet brunette with big expressive eyes, with the kind of glow that we atribute to people genuinely happy, and with a beautiful smile he could have sworn that would make anyone want to smile too. Her face had an exotic beauty and was framed by dark hair, which seemed soft and made him want to slide his hands through it.

"Sir? Sir, are you okay?" She asked, again very friendly, but seemed confused and he realized that she was probably trying to communicate with him while he thought on fondling her cheeks and touching her neck with his lips.

"Sure." He responded fast. "Sure... yeah... it's alright."

"Great!" She smiled even more broadly, what he could swear was not even possible. "Dr. Shepherd should be ending the query before yours. Be my guest." She said, pointing to a couch, where others waited too, probably for other doctors.

Derek Shepherd also called his name a few times, until he was awakened from the trance he was in, this time watching the secretary's shapely and shiny legs, and her small but perfectly round ass, while she tilted unwittingly, straightening a jurassic file that the medical clinic kept at the reception.

"What brings you here, Mr. Hudson?" Asked the young doctor, when the two men were alone in the office, sitting face to face.

"You can call me Finn, doctor... please. I'll feel a little more comfortable this way. It's embarrassing enough to come here and..." He swallowed. "Well... I'm not in my normal sexual behavior, recently, if you know what I mean."

"Sure! I understand... Finn." He assured, friendly. "That's one of the problems we help to solve here. Normally, I don't receive guys as young as you with this kind of problem, but... it can happen, of course. Did you suffer some sort of trauma recently?" He asked, sounding quite professional, preparing to take notes.

"Yes, doctor. Definetly a trauma... A holy fucking trauma, for sure!" He spat. "Oh man, I'm sorry." He apologized, noticing his excessive informality.

"It's okay, Finn." The other laughed. "Any man is bewildered when faced with such a problem. This causes shame, insecurity in other areas too." Finn just nodded in agreement. "Well, we can attack the problem in two ways. As you confirmed me you had a trauma, it would be important to do a psychological counseling, but you can do only this and wait for a progressive improvement..."

"Or?" The patient interrupted, anxious.

"Or I can prescribe a medicament you will take to be able to have some sexual activity, while treating the source of the problem. I just advise that you use it in moderation, of course. You can't see it as a solution and escape the real treatment."

"Okay." Finn nodded enthusiastically. "Ok, I prefer this option because I think it'll only get worse if I keep failing every time... it's VERY embarrassing!" It was the doctor's turn to agree by a slight movement of his head.

They talked a bit more and then the urologist who was found without prescription on his desk, asked his secretary to take one for him. Finn was mesmerized once again in her presence, and felt his body react when she bent down to pick up something she had dropped on the floor, and ended up with part of her breasts exposed, when looking from where he was.

Finn felt his member getting tight in his pants when she stood up and blushed, by realizing he'd been staring. He could have sworn that she swung her hips more when she left than when she'd got in, but tried to convince himself that it was only his desire to heal and have a woman like her in his bed, to do her the way she deserved, confusing his mind.

It was long that he didn't feel so aroused, and he not even had touched her. But that did not mean he was cured, since in recent months he had had erections several times, and even masturbated. The problem was being unable to effectively maintain erections and have sex with someone. He had no reason to assume he would not need the "pills of hope" that the doctor was offering him.

He left the office with a prescription for Viagra in his portfolio and positive thinking in his head. He wanted to laugh, to sing, and even to connect work and invent a flu, only to spend the entire day watching action movies, those who any true male would enjoy. He would be a real man again, and to begin with, he had to show himself that he had "culhones" as Santana liked to say, and call a certain girl out on a date.

"Do you want to make another appointment, Mr. Hudson?" The secretary asked, when she saw him approaching her desk.

"No, thank you." He smiled. "Hum... Rachel, right?" He questioned, remembering the name that her boss had said, when asking her the paper.

"Yes, Rachel... Rachel Berry."

"So... hum... Rachel." He deeply breathed and stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Would you like to have some coffee with me... in your time off?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hudson." She said, sincerely. "It is very kind of you, but I can't go out with a patient of the clinic... even if it's just for a coffee." She looked at him suggestively, showing that she knew about his true intentions and that she would accept if she could, but was following rules.

"But I'm not a patient of the clinic." He softly voiced, smirking. "I just had one appointment... and I'm not coming back." He said, holding his gaze on her eyes.

"Finn... ham... I mean, Mr. Hudson." He looked at her hopefully. "I can't! If someone discovers we met here and you asked me on a da-... I mean, to have some coffee... and I accepted it, I'll lose my job. Sorry, really... but I NEED this job."

"Are they this strict?" She said yes, shaking her head, and he sighed, frustrated, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Berry." He said.

And then he left the place, no longer so willing to smile as before.