Out of everyone, Kurt and Mercedes were the second and third to arrive at Rachel house that evening. Like Quinn, they were frazzled, both equally as frazzled and annoyed.
Mercedes and Kurt walked into this house so he could pack; they had already stopped by Mercedes' house and she was ready to go… Kurt on the other hand was a different story.
"So, how amazing is my manicure?" Mercedes said, holding her hand out to him and he admired her pink, blue and silver sparkled nails.
Kurt smiled, looking at her nails more closely. "They're fantastic, as always," he said, linking his arm around hers and walking around the corner. He stopped suddenly when he saw his father sitting in the living room, beer in hand, with the TV going. This, of course, wasn't such a shocking sight. What was shocking though, was the fact that sitting on the other end of the couch was Finn Hudson.
"Hey, sport," Burt said, taking a sip from his beer. "Hello, Mercedes, good to see you again."
The man stood up and gave Mercedes a small embrace. "Hello, Mr. Hummel. Nice to see you too."
Kurt was still staring at Finn, his eyes wide. "Dad, what's he doing here?" Kurt said rudely, his eyes flashing to his father in disappointment.
Burt looked over his shoulder at Finn who was lounging on the couch sadly, an IBC root beer bottle in his hand. "Oh, uh, the game was on… I know Finn likes football… And besides, Carole said that he needed a father figure to hang out with…" Kurt narrowed his eyes at his father. "Okay… Fine… He came over saying he was having some girl trouble and asked if he could talk about it…"
Kurt and Mercedes' mouths fell open. "What?" his father said, running his hand over the back of his neck a few times.
Kurt shook his head a few times. "Never mind. Cedes and I were just going down stairs to pack; a few of the girls and I are staying over Rachel Berry's house tonight…" Kurt said, flouncing toward the basement door with Mercedes following close behind.
"Wait, say that again?" The two of them turned around to see Finn face them, his arms hanging over the back of the couch.
Kurt gave him a confused look. "Um, some of the girls and I are sleeping over at Rachel's house?"
"What the hell!" Finn shouted, shooting up from the couch. "Why?"
Kurt was taken aback. "Finn, what is your problem?" Mercedes, though a tough girl, was cowering behind Kurt, scared at the look Finn was giving the two of them. "We're just going to sleep over. Have some girl time."
Burt's eyes widened. "Kurt, son, you're not a girl."
He gave his father a glare. "I know I'm not a girl!" he said, crossing his arms over his chest while his voice rose to a high offended tone. "But it's not like we need to worry about me scamming on them, so I thought it would be okay if I slept over, since there will be no troubles of boy/girl creeping!"
Finn sputtered. "Why are you two going over there!? For a sleep over!"
"Finn, relax, it's not like you need to be there. Why do you even care?" The tall boys stare was so deathly that Mercedes and Kurt flung his bedroom door and scampered down the steps to the basement.
Mercedes' breath had picked up pace from fright and she paced a hand over her chest. "What is that boy's problem?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, going to his closet for his giant overnight bag. "He's just… Emotional, I guess…" he said, opening it carefully on his bed and going to his dresser. Mercedes nodded as if to say, 'Oh, hell yeah,' just as Finn came thundering down the stairs. "Finn, what are you doing down here?" Kurt was bewildered and he started flitting around the room, trying to fix things and put them into his bag.
"I'm down here to ask why you're going over to Rachel's house and for a sleep over, no less…" His voice was dark and almost threatening.
Mercedes, who wasn't as afraid anymore, sat down on Kurt's bed. "The girl needs some cheering up. She's been brought down low."
Finn scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I should have guessed," he said, rolling his eyes furiously. "Of course you would side with her…"
Kurt stood up straight from grabbing his pajamas out of the lowest drawer in his dresser. "Well, she kind of needs us, Finn. She doesn't really have any friends outside of glee…" Kurt trailed off, neatly folding the pajama pants and shirt into his bag. "And besides, you have your 'boys' to side with you," he said, bending his fingers in the air as finger quotations. "If we didn't side with Rachel, it would be unfair."
Mercedes gave Kurt a sideways glare. "Hang on a minute boy," she said, sliding off the bed. "Are you saying you're only siding with Rachel because it would be unfair if you sided with Finn?" Mercedes pointed to the football player behind her.
Kurt tsked his tongue once at her. "Cedes, you know I didn't mean it like that…" The dark girl crossed her arms over her chest, putting all her weight on one foot. "It's just that, well, come on, who would really side with Rachel if she had other people to lean on?"
"Um, her friends," she said, her voice marinated in sass. "Come on, Kurt, you can't seriously be saying Rachel doesn't deserve support since these boys are being completely shitty to her."
"Um, Mercedes, I'm still here," Finn said in a quiet voice.
She snorted. "I know that, white boy, but you're being incredibly bitchy at the moment, so I'm not really taking your feelings into consideration," she said, giving him a disgusted look over her shoulder. Finn sighed. "So, Kurt, why are siding with Rachel?"
"Yeah, why are you siding with Rachel?" Finn said, stepping up next to Mercedes.
"You don't deserve to stand next to me, take a step back," she said quickly without even looking away from Kurt.
"You don't even like her." Kurt stomped his foot once at Finn. "What man, you rave about her all the time; her horrible outfits, the way she won't shut up, how you hate when she takes over all the solos in glee… Seriously, man, you are like a living proof of why Rachel shouldn't be alive. Or at least, that's what you said to me," he said, giving him a satisfied smirk.
Mercedes raised an eyebrow and Kurt's eyes looked everywhere, everywhere but Mercedes' eyes. "Well, I suppose… I guess I'm siding with her because- Because, well, because I feel bad about everything I said before…" Mercedes' face relaxed. "When I saw her get torn down from Puck, Jesse and you-" He pointed to Finn angrily, "-I suppose I just felt bad. I knew I cut her down, but not to her face… And seeing her get hurt in front of the whole glee club was just, well, sad… Okay, and I'm sorry for everything I said to her; I'm going to tell her that as soon as we get to her house if Finn doesn't lock us in my room from anger."
Mercedes smiled, walking next to him and licking their arms together. "Alright, white boy, now tell us why you're so upset that we go over to Rachel's house."
Finn huffed, running his fingers through his hair then rubbing the back of his neck. "Because she doesn't need support." Their eyebrows went up. "She… deserves to be upset."
"Why, because you are?"
Finn looked at Mercedes. "No, not because I'm upset, but because she used us… She manipulated us and it's not fair."
Kurt shook his head, looking at the floor. "Finn Hudson, can't you understand that everyone needs support, no matter what they've done to hurt someone else?" The boy's forehead creased in confusion. "Even though she upset both you, Puck and Jesse, she was also hurt when she lost the three boys closest to her; a bully, a best friend and a boy friend. It's been rough for her."
"But, she hurt us, too…" Finn said, his voice quiet and sad. "She lied to us."
Mercedes and Kurt felt a small surge of sadness for the boy, but then they both stood up straight. "But, Finn, you have your friends to help you out; Mike, Matt, Artie, Jesse—who'll understand what you're feeling—even Puck although you two aren't really talking anymore. Me and Cedes are just going to cheer up Rachel with a few other girls, same as you have your boys."
Finn's forehead creased even more. "Please, please for the love of God, tell me that Quinn isn't going." They gave him looks of confusion. "If Quinn's going, she'll probably manipulate Rachel into hating me and she'll never talk to me again…"
Mercedes' jaw fell open. "You're feeling the same way about her…" The corners of Finn's mouth turned down. "So, just relax," she said as Kurt zipped up his bag and tossing it onto his shoulder. "You're all over reacting about this whole thing."
"But, she-"
"We don't wanna hear it," the two friends chorused as the trotted up the stairs, through the living room and out to Kurt's car.
"Boys are so immature."
Kurt raised as eyebrow at Mercedes. "Ahem…"
She smiled. "Okay, football players are so immature."
"I hear that," he said before pulling out of his driveway and speeding off to Rachel's house.
When they both reached her place, just like Quinn, they dropped their bags and embraced her in hugs, but they didn't cry. Instead, Rachel did.
Okay, girls and possibly boys, that was chapter four. I hope you liked it. Please review and check out my other story about Puck and Quinn that parallels this story! :)