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Chapter Four

Michael

There was a perfectly logical reason why he called out his 'almost brother's' name while jerking off to fantasies of his girlfriend. Many reason's actually. The first being Kurt's recent behavior. The other being his frustrations about not being with Rachel. His subconscious must have been trying to get him to think of going there.And the third, the Closer performance Kurt gave him was stuck in his head whether he liked it or not.

It's not like he was thinking of fucking Kurt. The fantasy was solely about Rachel, he just called out his name by mistake. It was like shouting 'Jesus' when you've climaxed, not that he was comparing Kurt to God, it was just a simple mistake. Nothing to worry about.

"Finn?"

He looked down at his beautiful-wonderful-hot-sexy-all-his girlfriend. They were in the hallway by her locker in the middle of getting their books for the next class. He'd recently made it a habit of leaving his stuff in her locker so they wouldn't have to split to get their stuff, it was corny, but she was happy, and if she was happy, he was a happy.

"Huh?" he said smartly. He could tell Rachel had been expecting an answer to a question he never heard.

"Are you all right? You've been spacing out all morning," she knitted her perfectly shaped eyebrows worriedly, placing a hand on his arm.

"I'm fine," he leaned down and gave her a tender kiss.

All he did was say the wrong name. It was Rachel who occupied his head 24/7; there was nothing to worry about.

…

Coach Sylvester was extending practices for the Cheerios. Apparently she got into a fight with a neighboring school and declared a cheerleading battle against them. So now Santana, Brittany, Quinn, and Kurt were going to be late for glee practices. Mr. Schue wasn't having any of it.

The group watched the two adults argue as if they were observing a tennis match. This happened so many times that for the two teachers not to be fighting it meant something was wrong. So far, Sylvester was winning, which wasn't a surprise, she was never one to back down in a fight. Neither was Mr. Schue when it came to arguing with the stubborn woman. And whenever he'd lose he'd retaliate like a teenager, and she'd bite back like a teenager.

Finn wondered how these people weren't fired yet. Lima must have an incredibly limited supply of teachers.

Coach Sylvester left with a triumphant smirk. Of course she won. She always won no matter how wrong she was. Now Mr. Schue was either going to do something childish or go straight to Figgins. Finn was hoping for neither; he still didn't feel comfortable enough to be in the same room as Kurt.

He had no idea what he was going to do when he got home.

"Okay guys," Mr. Schue turned to them tiredly, "I guess we'll have to change our schedules again, Coach Sylvester's got the Cheerio's booked before and after school including lunch breaks, I don't know how she's going to get away with it…" he muttered the last part. He rubbed his eyes, "is everyone free during the weekend? I'll talk to Figgins about this first, but if worse comes to worse we may need to take up practices over the weekend, so…anyone?"

"Finn and I work on weekends," Puck shook his head.

"I just got a job at the mall," Mercedes pitched in.

"Right," Mr. Schue sighed, "well we can't really continue practices with half the group gone, we might have to push the show date a few more weeks until the Cheerios have got their stuff settled."

"How about we practice at home, film ourselves and show them to each other whenever we can to see how we're doing?" Rachel suggested instantly. At this the group grumbled and groaned in protest.

"I am not showing videos of myself to you," Mercedes huffed.

"Yeah, that's even more embarrassing than getting slushied in the face," Artie added uneasily, "I'll pass."

"I'll talk to Figgins," Mr. Schue waved for them to quiet, "this isn't settled until I get the final decision from the principal. Coach Sylvester's just doing whatever she wants. Again."

"My suggestion was still pretty good," Rachel muttered grumpily, crossing her arms. The meeting continued without any other complaints.

…

Finn knew he was a clueless guy. He usually found out important things at the last minute, such as tests that had been announced several times over the past week, or that his 'almost stepfather' had a heart attack and he didn't find out through the shell shocked 'almost brother', but through the gossip that swarmed the school. It was mainly because he daydreamed a lot and failed at detecting when a person was feeling up or down.

But he wasn't completely clueless. He noticed things. Just not things that were important enough to bring to the table. Or at least he considered important enough, which was probably the reason why he currently found himself in a dilemma that shouldn't have been one if he intervened earlier.

Maybe it was because he saw a little bit of himself in Sam that he initially worried about him so much. He admired his singing talents, and he was the new kid who needed some direction. He didn't want to see him get bullied right from the start of transferring to a new school, that just sucked.

So when Kurt tried to sing a duet with the blond, Finn felt it necessary to step in and save the guy. He was startled by Sam wanting to keep his promise to Kurt, but at least he saved him. He still had no idea what got Kurt to change his mind. Now Finn wasn't so sure how he was going to save him again.

It wasn't Kurt who initiated the advances this time, it was Mike. And he had no idea he was doing it.

Finn observed his two friends talking amicably by the stadium bleachers. They were in the middle of break from football practice after Coach Beiste got a call from Figgins. The druggie teacher, whatever her name was, was watching over them at the moment.

He turned from Sam and Mike, and sat down by Puck, who was lying on his back and looked to be taking a very comfortable power nap. Finn leaned back on his hands and frowned at the flag pole that just happened to be in his line of sight.

This had to have started the day of the weird seating arrangement. At first it seemed as if they became fast friends, which was good because Mike looked a little lonely without Matt, and even though Tina was there, she couldn't fill the hole Matt left behind as best friend.

It could be that by constantly being with his girlfriend Mike forgot how to act in front of a dude. It was a stupid thought, but Finn was taking it into consideration because of only one thing. Mike was never so touchy feely before.

He noticed it a few days ago. They were practicing on a song, and out of the corner of his eye he could see the two friends talking amongst themselves. Mike would occasionally pat Sam on the shoulder, or leave it there for quite a while. Plus they were standing so close Finn was surprised they weren't kissing already. Not to mention the strange looks he would give him, like he was mentally undressing him. Mike was never like this before.

What the hell was Tina doing to him?

He took another glance at Puck. There was no way he was going to confide in him.

The reason why Finn considered the Sam Mike thing a dilemma was because of this: Sam was completely clueless to Mike's unintentional advancements. This is just what happened with Kurt. Now, how was he going to tell Mike to stop without sounding like an idiot?

The problem was he had no idea.

…

He and Rachel were on their way to get to his car when a small hand grabbed his arm. By this time he wasn't really thinking about Sam and Mike. Rachel was with him, the only thing on his mind was another possible moment at the park.

Of course, all dirty thoughts vanished as soon as he saw Tina, and his earlier worries swam right back in.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" she let go of his arm, a wise move considering Rachel's hawk like glare. Finn hesitated, nervously, turning to Rachel as if he needed her permission. "I'm not going to steal him from you or anything," Tina rolled her eyes.

"Then why can't you say it with me here then?" Rachel asked sweetly, though the look in her eye was anything but sweet.

"Because you have a big mouth," Tina said bluntly, effectively silencing the couple in surprise. Finn tried not to laugh, the girl had a point.

"I'll be back in a minute," he squeezed his girlfriend's hand before going off with the small girl farther into the parking lot. She seemed worried.

Once they were sure Rachel wasn't within hearing distance, and she was in their line of sight in case she'd sneak up on them, they relaxed. Or at least Tina did.

"So…" he stuffed his hands in his pockets, he rarely ever spoke to the girl, so he was already feeling awkward.

"You're one of Mike's friends," she started slowly, twiddling her fingers, "I was wondering if you've noticed anything weird about him lately."

"Like…" he mentally swore. He wasn't good at these kinds of things. If Tina had figured everything out, why did she have to go to him?

Why did Matt have to move?

"I'm just worried that…" she bit her lip and pulled a stray hair behind her ear, "well…it's stupid, but I think Sam might be…into him…" she mumbled the last bit; Finn had to lean over to catch it.

"Sam?" he blinked, he'd been seeing it the other way around. Wasn't Mike the one pulling the moves? He tried to see if Tina was kidding, but that worry in her eyes never left. "Um…" How to fix this…

"I know I can't be the kind of best friend Matt was to Mike," she was fiddling her fingers again. "But is it normal for guys to be so…touchy feely?"

There. She said it. It wasn't just him. Damn!

Tina looked up at Finn expectantly, but he was still trying to figure out what to say without sounding like an idiot, or risk breaking her up with Mike.

"Maybe I'm reading too into this," she sighed, "I mean, Sam came from an all boy's school, things are probably different there."

Was it? He almost asked. He was confused himself, but now he was sure that Mike's change in attitude wasn't Tina's fault. Something happened. "I can talk to him if you want…" though he really had no idea what he would say.

"No it's fine," she shook her head and took a deep calming breath, "I'll figure it out on my own, thanks though," she turned to leave.

Finn rubbed the back of his neck. This was the first time Tina was asking for his advice; he had to at least say something, not just stand there like a moron.

But she was already gone. He had no choice but to return to Rachel.

…

Tina must have done her job because in the two days after she asked Finn for his advice, which he didn't by the way, and he still felt stupid about that, Sam and Mike were no longer even talking. Actually, the two were on opposite sides of the bleachers. The seating arrangement returned to normal.

Unfortunately, Sam looked a little lonely. Finn tried not to look at him as he took his seat. Kurt, Quinn, Santana and Brittany entered the classroom. Mr. Schue had won his argument.

A hand grabbed his. He looked down at Rachel and returned the smile she gave him. Normally her smile would wipe away any uncertainties or worries weighing down on him, but this time it didn't work, and he couldn't for the life of him understand why.

…

He found him in the auditorium a few days after the seating arrangement returned to normal. He rarely ever went into the auditorium unlike a few other glee members unless it was for rehearsals or show times. The only reason Finn was there this time was because Rachel wasn't by the lockers after class, and after waiting for nearly twenty minutes he decided to look for her. She wasn't answering his texts and he was getting worried.

Rachel would usually be in the auditorium whenever this would happen. Though this time he had no idea why, nothing was bothering her at home or in school, and she'd always confide in him when something was troubling her. Unless, of course, she felt he didn't need to know…

So when he arrived at the auditorium expecting to find his girlfriend, he instead found Sam at center stage with one of glee's guitars blaring out a song he vaguely recognized. He took a quick inspection behind the curtains and away from Sam's line of sight. Finn concluded that Rachel was not in the auditorium. He turned to leave.

"Michael you're the only one I'd ever what, only one I'd ever want, only one I'd ever want!"

Finn froze. Yes he definitely recognized that song. Some of the girls and Kurt played it occasionally. He turned to Sam with wide eyes as he sang to the empty audience, his voice echoing throughout the auditorium.

"Beautiful boys on a beautiful dance floor, Michael you're dancing like a beautiful dance whore!"

Should he stop him before someone caught him? Finn bit his bottom lip; nervously looking around for fear that anyone else was present. Just at that moment, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He fumbled around to get it.

It was Rachel.

Go ahead without me, I need to do something first, sorry!

He frowned. That wasn't like Rachel.

"This is what I am, I am a man, so come and dance with me Michael," Sam continued singing. Finn pocketed his phone and rushed out of the auditorium, his ears burning.

Sam liked Mike. That had to be what the song was about. Finn was pretty clueless about a lot of things, but he noticed some things every now and then. He wished this wasn't one of them.

TBC