Teacher – Chapter 4
So I don't want to learn to
Hold you, touch you
Think that you're mine
Because it ain't no joy
For an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I went through the next week in a kind of daze. I went to school, didn't raise my hand to answer any questions, turned in my homework, didn't speak to anyone really, except maybe a grunt, and only really opened my mouth in glee club where it was basically required.
It did not go unnoticed. Kurt came up to me at my locker after class one day.
"Finn, what the hell is going on?"
I raised my eyebrow. Kurt wasn't one to swear or be so direct to me like this.
"Nothing, why?"
"Oh just wondering considering you don't say anything to anyone anymore, and your performance in glee club, while never up to my level, are not slipping below even your standards."
"Kurt, it really is none of your business."
"Well, fine, Finn, but just so you know everyone is worried about you, and I'm the only one who is brave enough to bring it up."
"I really doubt everyone is worried about me Kurt. But thanks. I'll be fine."
I walked away from him and went to my next class. My mom confronted me about my mood later that night as well. I just shrugged and told her I was just stressed out with school. She bought it but I knew she'd continue to hassle me about it.
Two weeks later, I was still brooding when after glee rehearsal, as I was heading out the door, Will stopped me.
"Finn, I'd like it if you could stay for a moment."
"Why?"
"I just would like to talk with you." As the club filed out, I saw Kurt give a glance over to Will and me. Great, he suspected something.
I sighed and sat down, and Will pulled up a seat next to me.
"Finn, I know why you've been in such a bad mood, and it just has to stop."
"So again, it's just that easy, huh?"
"Finn…"
"Yeah, I know, I'm being dramatic."
Will put his hand to my chin and made me look at him.
"It wouldn't work."
"So you figured out what you want then?"
"I do want you Finn. You're handsome… charming… perfect… but it is just wrong."
"Not if we both feel it."
"I feel it Finn. I do…" Will spoke barely above a whisper now. I moved in closer, and brushed my lips against his. He responded in turn. We made out for about five minutes, when Will pulled away.
"We shouldn't do this here…"
"We can go back to your place."
"Not a good time."
I frowned. "She hasn't moved out yet?"
"No."
We stared at each other for an eternity. Will was the first one who spoke.
"Friday night."
"Three whole days?"
"We can wait."
"Where will she be?"
"At her sister's."
"Okay. I can make up some story for my mom."
I left the room before he did, as he still had some grading to do. I had the hugest smile on my face until I turned the corner and found Kurt waiting for me, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, Mr. Hudson, I see what all your moodiness was about now."
