AN: So I thought it would be kinda fun to write from a different perspective, this chapter is from Sam's perspective. First person POV.
Chapter Nine: A Friend in Need
"Why would she do that? How could she do that?" Finn said angrily to me, slamming his beer bottle on his table. We were at his house, and his Mom, Burt, and Kurt went to visit Burt's mother in the hospital. I had to come make sure he wouldn't go off and kill somebody tonight, with him being alone and all. Or like, burn the entire house down.
"I don't know, man," I said. This had been going on this entire week. After Monday Ethan hadn't been back to school, and I can't say I blame him. After Finn found out that Ethan and Rachel had sex, he got more pissed than I have ever seen him. I had to take him bowling to vent his anger that day. We won't be allowed back there for a while, after Finn missed a spare and went on a chair kicking rampage. Dude's got a serious problem with chairs. I know Ethan's not a bad guy, that he just made a mistake, but I don't want to tell Finn that.
"It's just…I don't fucking get it. Me and Rachel have only had sex, like once. And that was on my birthday." Finn said, pulling his beer to his lips and draining the bottle. I know some people might get mad at me for letting Finn drink his weight in beer, but they don't understand that when a Bro is pissed or hurt, or in Finn's case both of those, he just needs to get drunk and break something. Hoping the thing he broke wouldn't be Ethan's nose; I got Puckerman to get some beer and drove over here to stay the night.
"Yeah, that sucks," I said to Finn as I finished my beer. I got up and took his bottle and mine to a trash bag we set up for the empties. Grabbing two fresh beers from the fridge, I felt my phone vibrate. I handed Finn his beer and checked it. Quinn was texting me.
How's he doing?
I looked over at Finn sliding the bottle on the table between his hands.
Pretty much the same.
"Who's that?" Finn said pointing to my phone.
"Quinn," I told him.
He paused for a moment. It must be hard to be friends with your ex's new boyfriend, I mean I couldn't fucking do it. "Tell her I said hi." He said finally.
Quinn texted me back: I don't get how Rachel could do something like that to Finn. He's been so good to her. Also, I thought Ethan and Finn were friends; it seems like such a dick move to do that to somebody.
Well isn't that the pot calling the kettle black. Quinn cheated on him, didn't she? And Ethan was still my friend, so I need to defend him.
Well, I mean anybody can make a mistake.
Fuck, I hope that didn't piss her off. This damn school already has enough drama without another break up, but after we didn't win Prom King and Queen, she's been moody as hell to me.
I know that Sam, but sleeping with your friends girlfriend is really low.
Yeah, that's definitely hypocritical. I slide my phone back into my pocket without responding. She can wait; I have to deal with a mad, drunk giant.
"You want to play Nazi Zombies?" Finn asks me, getting up to turn on the T.V.
"Hell yeah," I say with a smile. We totally kick ass at that game. Last time we got to like level 20. I open my beer and sit next to him on the couch. This is just a small step in his recovery from Rachel Berry, but it's a start.
AN: Very small filler-esque chapter, I know, but I was just trying to explore Sam and Finn's friendship a little more before I advance the plot. Reviews? Of course.
