A/N: Shorter chapter so I'm uploading the next one soon. Sorry if it's bad haha. If you like Finn, you'll either hate this chapter or hate him. Poor Santana. And Blaine. Finally something's actually happening here. Thanks for reviewing! If you'd like you could take the time to review this one too ;).
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They stood in an extremely tense silence while the urge to throw up faded. He told Dave. But Dave already knew -
Blaine lunged at Finn, tried landing his fist at the side of Finn's face. Finn caught his fist and shoved Blaine back at full-force -
"Blaine!" exclaimed Kurt as Blaine toppled back over onto the grass. Before anyone could stop him, Blaine was up and grabbed Finn's shirt and shoved him into the house's outside wall by the door.
"Get off me!"
Time seemed to freeze as Finn pulled his fist back and landed it square in Blaine's mouth. Hard.
Blaine fell back, toppling over onto the grass, hand on his mouth. He looked furious, like he wanted nothing more than to continue the fight until Finn got hurt. Kurt shoved Finn against the wall with a lot of force for someone nearly a head shorter.
"You are the biggest asshole I've ever seen!" Blaine shouted, pointing a hand at Finn, "Do you even know what you're doing?"
"I punched your face!"
"Shut the hell up, Finn." snapped Kurt, one arm against Finn's throat and the other forcing on his chest, "That's my boyfriend you just hit."
"Yeah and I'll *hit* you too!" Finm shoved Kurt but Kurt forced him back faster.
"Stop!" Santana cried out, crouching down beside Blaine. "Are you okay?"
Blaine nodded, eyes still fuming. She pulled his hand softly off his mouth. His lip was split straight down the middle. She put her fingers over it gently. "Shit. Um, just - um, hold it. It won't - it won't swell so badly."
He looked up her and rolled his eyes, "I got -" He put his fingers under hers on his lip, "Yeah, ouch. I got it."
"Isn't - that - nice?" said Finn breathlessly, struggling against Kurt's grip, the booze in his system making him feeble and even less coordinated than usual, "A little group of fags protecting each other." Kurt let go of Finn, dropping his arms to his side. Blaine looked up, wide eyed.
"Looks like the truth comes out when you're drunk." said Kurt quietly, stepping back away from Finn.
"Fag. Fag. Dyke." Finn said slowly and simply, pointing at Kurt, Blaine and Santana in turn.
"What?" breathed Kurt, staring up at him, "What are you doing?"
"You seemed pretty straight when we had sex last year." said Finn, eyes like knives in Santana's direction, "When I think about it, it makes sense, considering you've never actually dated anybody and you've always just kind of been a slut." She pulled her legs in closer, one hand on Blaine's cheek and the other over his split lip, frozen, eyes locked on Finn's. Her fingers were slick with the blood from Blaine's mouth. Her heart thumped in her chest, her veins numb.
"Who knew," He continued, words slow. Kurt looked furious, his chest rising and falling. Blaine had one hand on hers on the side of his face and his grip was starting to feel painfully tight. Santana had her wide eyes on Finn's, mouth slightly open. He was going to say it. "Who knew you were just covering up the fact that you're actually a huge dy-"
Kurt cried out and leapt back as Finn was shoved back against the wall once again. Blaine dropped their hands down as he jumped up and grabbed Kurt's arm and pulled him back.
"Do you think you're funny?"
Finn raised his hands by his head, "What the hell, Karofsky?"
"I don't think you're as nice as everyone thinks you are." growled the figure identified as Dave Karofsky, "*That* is your brother and *you* just called him a fag. *That* is your brother's boyfriend. And you just called *him* a fag." He paused and swallowed visibly. Santana was frozen on her feet beside Blaine beside Kurt, one hand gripping tightly to Blaine's sleeve. Her heart raced loudly in her chest, her stomach turning, lightheaded. He gave her a look. "And that is Santana Lopez. And you just called her a fag, a dyke and a slut. No, you're definitely not as nice as everyone thinks you are."
Kurt grabbed Dave's jacket sleeve, "David -"
"And now all we have to figure out is whether you turn into a whole other douchebag that doesn't mean anything he says when you're drunk, or whether the way you really feel just comes out when you're drunk." Dave shoved Finn back and let go, stepping back, "And keep your mouth shut. I already know how much you care about other people's personal feelings, considering the first thing you did was call her boyfriend and tell him his girlfriend is a dyke, but keep your mouth shut. I'm not messing with you, Hudson."
He looked over the three smaller people all looking like frightened children, sort of huddled together. "And now I'm going to drive the kid you punched in the face to the hospital, because in case you haven't noticed, you either knocked out a tooth or broke his nose because he is covered in his own blood."
Finn stared at the ground, eyes wide, looking shocked and extremely frightened. And almost horrified. He looked up and locked eyes with Kurt, who looked back at him with wide, hurt eyes. Kurt's mouth was open and he looked horrified. He shook his head minutely, on the verge of tears.
2AM Sunday morning. Outside the Lima clinic. Waiting for Blaine and Karofsky. Because Kurt and her were both still the tiniest bit too drunk to walk straight.
Or think straight.
Or be straight - but that wasn't really the alcohol, but it was what was keeping it on both of their minds.
Kurt looked albino-level pale under the street lamps, but somehow his skin managed to look soft. He stared ahead, leaning on the lamp post, mouth slightly open, eyes looking overly thoughtful. His pupils would move every so often. He looked calculating.
Santana couldn't stop hearing Finn's words. Fag, dyke, slut. Bitch. Was Finn just a mean drunk? But Kurt was his *brother*. He always seemed like... he was watching for that, like he hated Karofsky and others just for those kinds of things that he himself had just said.
Although mostly he seemed like being popular was his biggest aim.
Finn always seemed like a generally good guy. He was easy and fun to mock, sure. But he never seemed to go out of his way to bully anybody if he could avoid it. Everyone always subconsciously blamed any of his major faults on hard times. What with Quinn and the baby actually being the delinquent Jew's in Sophomore year. And with all that Quinn and Rachel drama and his mom marrying Kurt's dad in Junior. He didn't purposely make anyone's life miserable.
But that before was bad. That was bad for Kurt because he had just gotten out of everybody else ruining everything for him. The Karofsky chaos was done and settled, the football team didn't slam him around anymore. People were done.
Except Finn. And Finn was supposed to be Kurt's brother, his friend.
She reached out with this thought and wrapped her arm around Kurt's shoulders. She didn't know whether her thoughts actually added up logically or not, everything was still quite fuzzy around the edges. But she'd still heard Finn loud and clear. And that was reason enough.
