A/N:
Yep, this is so important it came before the song title. Okay, so anyone watching glee tonight? Who else is about ready to puke at the idea of Brittany and Kurt? Anyone? Just me? *Sigh* glee's beginning to get a bit sketchy if you ask me.
SONG: Victims of Love
BY: Good charlotte
Finn singing
Yes, Finn does a lot of the singing but other people will get parts too.
~``~``~``~ Finn ~``~``~``~
Life couldn't be more terrible, and it's only been three days since Kurt broke it off before we even really started. I've been a total mess lately. I actually drove to his house at midnight and stopped halfway there to turn back around to my house then turn back around to park outside of his house and sleep there until two in the morning. And that was just Saturday. Now it was Monday and I had to go to school. Aside from my midnight trip I hadn't left my room even once except to quickly run across the hall to the bathroom. My mom would knock on my door, worried and leave a tray of food, which I wouldn't eat and come to pick it up just the way it was exactly half an hour later. I also hadn't slept more than maybe five hours total and that includes the time spent outside Kurt's house.
I rubbed my eyes as I got out of my truck, not really sure how I managed to drive all the way to school without hitting anything. There had been a few close encounters and I was sure that old lady would never be the same…I slung my back pack on one shoulder and headed to the front of the school. Quinn was there but she didn't notice me since she was shouting at Puck about some sort of bill. I mentally laughed at him.
That's when I saw him. He was walking up the steps opposite me that had a wall connected between them. He was wearing about three layers of clothes and talking to Mercedes about some sort of shirt at the mall. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the worst thing imaginable. Someone was headed straight for them with a slushy, a red one, which I knew stained clothes. My eyes widened and I expected everything to play out in slow motion like in movies but it actually went by pretty quickly. Before I could get out the first letter of his name there was the sound of liquid ice hitting skin and cloth then two gasps of horror. I looked up at Kurt, his hair and face dripping wet and his clothes now stained with the cherry red liquid.
"Fag." Was hissed as the culprit walked past him with a shove to the shoulder. I growled lowly under my breath and glared at his retreating back. Karofsky.
I looked back at Kurt to see Mercedes holding his stuff for him as he removed his jacket and looked around embarrassedly. When his eyes locked mine he blushed and dashed off with Mercedes right behind him, and soon Tina rushed by to help them as well.
I walked in a blur the rest of the first half of the day. My head was pounding so I couldn't learn or listen to anything because it hurt. Plus the bright lights were now adding to the extreme headache I was feeling. Luckily the class I had Rachel in she was more than willing to take notes for me while I rested my head in the back.
Lunch was awkward. I didn't feel like facing Quinn just yet and I couldn't sit with Kurt so I took the seat at the chess club table. They were all talking in nerd language and I smiled and nodded to make it seem like I understand when really I have no idea which shoe is my right or left. Though me sitting there did make one girl extremely happy. She had braces and dark curly hair. She reminded me of Darth Vader because when she looked at me that's how she would breathe. I kept glancing over to Kurt's table where he looked perfectly happy. I only moved my food around the plate with my fork and I didn't actually eat any of it. Also, they didn't have sour patch kids left.
Spanish was the worst class so far. I had to sit in the back where I got a great view of the back of Kurt's head. I tried to throw a note to him but as soon as it landed next to him he crumpled it in his hand and threw it calmly on the ground and continued to copy down notes. Quinn came back to sit with me when we received a worksheet. She hadn't brought the kiss up so I decided just to leave it alone; maybe she'd get the hint.
In glee it seemed I was constantly placed next to Kurt. Our dance routine made it where we were almost always next to each other. The worst part of glee was when Kurt had refused to dance with Quinn and demanded a new partner. Quinn just looked at him, hurt, probably thinking he thought she was fat or something. I couldn't help my gaze continuously traveling to him.
He made me feel like someone ripped a whole right out of my stomach. I couldn't even think straight and kept getting more jumbled than I normally would when I danced. Plus Rachel would yell at me every single time that I did something wrong, muttering about someone else she knew being a ton better for her than I was or something like that. At one point I actually had to sit out I felt so sick and dizzy.
In the beginning
I tried to warn you
You play with fire
It's gonna burn you
And here we are now
Same situation
You never listen
I never listen, now
I should have known that nothing good would come of all of this. I should have kept it all to myself for a while when I found out I thought I had feelings for Kurt. Then I wouldn't have kissed him. Then I wouldn't have hurt him. This I wouldn't be feeling this way right now and I could instead be staring at him from afar, not knowing how great he was and how much of a loss it was to lose him even when I really never 'had him' since all we had done was give three simple little kisses.
I guess I'd never really given much thought to it all. That's why now that I was lying on my small bed that my feet hung off the end I was so tall, I was going to think things through. I mean, I hadn't thought about what this whole likening Kurt thing meant. Did that make me gay? I don't feel gay. I don't really think of any guys in a sexual kind of way. The only thing that came close was thinking about kissing Kurt, and really that wasn't anything compared to what gay people should think. So if I'm not gay then am I...bi? I tried to think of girls. I thought of their hair and how it swishes in the light breeze. I thought about the cheerios uniforms and how short those skirts were. Then I thought of girl things, you know, boobs and stuff. Yeah, I defiantly liked girls, especially if the strange mix of feelings I'd been getting for Quinn was any sort of sign.
So now I thought of guys. I tried to think of all of the basketball guys. I thought of the locker rooms and all the guys taking a shower. I thought of the basket ball jerseys and how they dipped a bit so you could kinda see the guys' chests. I even tried thinking of all the guys on the football team standing around me shouting 'Finn is our King' but that really didn't make a difference only creeped me out. Then I thought of Kurt. The way his lips would form a pout, how he would stand with one hand on his hip, and how his eyes lit up when he thought about clothes. My heart had stared to beat really fast and my cheeks felt a bit warm now. So, I did like girls but the only guy I liked was Kurt. Oh god, I'm a freak.
I'm thinking of a way
That I can make an escape
It's got me caught up in a web
And my heart's the prey
Do you really wanna throw your heart
Away, away, away
Then came the pain again as I thought about how hurt Kurt looked. How could he just go without letting me explain or try to make it better? Okay, yes, I kissed Quinn but that was because I was caught up in the moment. Hell, I was and still am confused. For the longest time I loved her and thought she was carrying our baby. It's hard to let go of someone after being put through all of that. It was enough to confuse anyone's hormones.
~``~``~``~ Kurt ~``~``~``~
Everything was kinda dead in my life. I wasn't really sad or upset or anything, but I wasn't exactly happy either. I had gone home the night I called off the nothing there was with Finn and I only cried a little bit, as in, maybe two or three tears were shed. It didn't really feel like I'd lost him. Though it had never felt like I'd had him either. Now my life was going on and I was fully there but it just seemed kind of boring now. Today I was made to participate in gym and I didn't even care, not even when we had to play doge ball and most of them hit me directly in the face or skimmed my hair. That's when Mercedes mentioned that I needed to be on top of things.
"I have an idea." She looked as if she'd just had the idea for the cure of cancer. "We are going to become Cheerios, keep life having some excitement put in it." I thought about it for a while and eventually agreed, which was why I was now standing in the middle of the gym after school with sweats on, being glared down at by Mrs. Sylvester herself.
"You can't possibly be serious." She hissed down at us. I practically started to shake. Mercedes was of course right behind me though.
"Yes, we are serious. We'd like to be apart of the Cheerios squad." She glared at us a bit longer before her face broke out into an evil, kind of creepy, smile. She tilted her head to the side innocently and looked at us.
"Alright, fine. You're on, but you have to make sure to keep the status up and you need to help us win nationals. If this team falls because of you two, I will crush you both down like a flat soda can filled with water-tonic." I wasn't quite sure what that last part meant but she was walking away so I could finally let out the breath I'd been holding.
"See, it wasn't that hard." Sure, but there had to be some reason she let us in the cheerios now. When we tried out before she turned us down. She had to be up to something. "And just think, it's kinda like getting back at Mr. Schue for never giving us a solo, you know." She linked her arm in mine and we started walking towards the parking lot.
I had done a lot of thinking that night, about everything that was going on. Finn and I hadn't spoken at all today and it sure didn't seem like he was making an effort to try to get my attention. Maybe he realized that his feelings only went so far and decided to back off before we both got hurt. That would be the smart thing to do. Of course I still practically worshipped Finn in every way, but I knew that the feelings he had for me could only go so far and so to avoid a ton of pain, I had to bow out too. Sure I still really wanted Finn and was dieing to have him as my first…well, everything. He'd already got my first kiss so that was one thing down, but I knew that there could be no more. After all, it was clear in the way he looked so desperately at Quinn and the secret glances he'd give Rachel in glee club that he was still very much attracted to both of them. I promised myself as I dressed in the best for a new day of school that I wouldn't let it bother me how much Finn now realized he'd made a huge mistake by ever telling me he had any sort of feelings for me when he was acting purely on the male instincts to need a mate.
Everybody's hurt somebody before
Everybody's be warned by somebody before
You can change but you'll always come back for more
It's a game and we're all just victims of love
Don't try to fight it
Victims of love
You can't decide it
Victims of love
~``~``~``~ Finn ~``~``~``~
I came slowly down the stairs that morning to meet a very good smell. The smell wafted over to meet my unsuspecting nose. It smelled so great that I had to follow it into the kitchen slash dinning room where I found my mom arranging flowers in a vase by the sink. I blinked and looked at the small square table where we usually ate to find waffles that had little chocolate chips baked into them and bacon and sausage on the side. Yum, right? Wrong! The smell was intoxicating but the sight made me lose my appetite all over again. I hadn't really eaten anything in almost two days now because every time I even looked at food my stomach churned with sorrow and regret.
"Finn, honey, I made you a big breakfast this morning." I scrunched up my nose a bit and turned to my mother who had her full attention on me, the flowers forgotten for now.
"I'm not really hungry mom." I said, grabbing my backpack from the ground by the wall. She sighed at me.
"Finn, I'm worried about you. You haven't eaten in a while, are you okay? Nothing going wrong at school? People picking on you for being in glee again? Someone else told you that you were going to be a father?" I knew she was only joking about that last one, but it still stung. There was something going on at school, but I couldn't let her know. Then she'd find out I'd been having thoughts about another dude and I just wasn't sure if she was okay with that kind of stuff. So, I did the only thing I could at this point, lie.
"Yeah mom, just fine." I gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek before heading towards the door.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Victims of love
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
I stopped when I caught my reflection in the mirror by the front hall my mom kept so she could do a last minuet check-over before she left the house. I looked like death just came back to life. There were deep circles under my eyes and my hair was even messier than it normally was and I looked really pale. I was even starting to get some stubble from where I hadn't shaved. I hate having that stuff on my face, it bugs the crap out of me! That's not the point though, the point was that I looked terrible, yet I didn't even really care. Instead I shrugged and walked out the door.
Now you back track
You're running away
Cause it just happened again
And you just want it to end
You're trying your best
Not to let yourself go cold
So cold
Today was rough. I fell asleep and was laughed at in many classes and sat by myself at lunch. Quinn and Puck had come over to talk to me but I somehow ended up shouting at them, then apologizing for it after of course. I was getting really testy, at least that's what everyone else was saying around me. Well, I guess I couldn't blame them, I'd flipped about ten people off today. Now I had been called out of my last class to go to early and extra basketball practice. I'd luckily made the team for it and now had to keep up the status. Coach had changed since Ms. P broke up with him. He'd gained a ton of weight and didn't even care about it. He was now one of my idols.
It kind of sucked being at practice though because I kept messing up. I threw the ball to the wrong people, threw in the wrong direction and towards the wall, got screamed at and I even got hit in the head a few times. Though it was nothing compared to the storm that was approaching as I left the locker room and headed to glee practice.
First, I was late because I hadn't been thinking and made a wrong turn…directly into a wall…So I sat down, of course right next to Rachel. Why did she seem so happy lately. When I broke up with her before she was constantly crying and even missed a glee practice but now she seemed like the normal annoying Rachel. Mr. Schue announced that it was time for us to show our 'Hello' projects before we went over a new dance routine. Of course, as soon as Mr. Schue had helped me find my song I'd preformed it for everyone so now all I had to do was sit back for a while. Easy, right? Wrong again! I was constantly faced with stares from Mercedes who would look back and forth between Kurt and I. I briefly wondered if he'd told her about us. That sent my nerves into a rampage for some reason.
We started to practice our dance routine together after everyone had preformed. Rachel had been the most excited about hers' which she announced that she was just brought to by fate one day in the library…whatever that meant. Anyways, now we were dancing, my worst fault in glee. I was paired with Rachel a lot but I kept messing up and we all kept having to restart. Then I stepped on her foot when we were all making a particularly sharp turn and she exploded with words of anger.
"Finn! Ouch! God, as if you hadn't done enough to me already. Do you have to physically hurt me now too? Maybe if you weren't too busy thinking about all the girls you could sleep with now maybe you could learn the routine." Mr. Schue was about to interject but I beat him too it, anger finally boiling over.
"You know what, Rachel? You're bossy and really annoying all the time but we all ways put up with all of your flaws, why can't I be allowed to make some mistakes too huh?" Yeah, I was sort of directly talking to Kurt now. "I'm a guy! Aren't we supposed to make mistakes? Aren't we allowed to like more than one person at a time. As long as we don't act on it then you should all just be happy with what you've got because no one is perfect, especially not me! If you would all just stop breathing down my necks and asking me stupid questions then maybe I would be able to concentrate more! Hell, if you would at least let me explain things before jumping in and coming to your own conclusions then maybe everything would be fine and I would be able to dance, but you know what?! I can't dance because nobody will leave me the hell alone!" Yeah…I guess about half of that really didn't make sense to most people. I was just so mad at that point that I really didn't care. Frankly, I was relieved and a lot exhausted now. I could feel Kurt staring at me in shock, most people in the room were.
"Okay, I think we should all just call it a day." Mr. Schuster excused us all. Kurt was the first one out the door, followed by Rachel who was obviously mad at me again.
Now you've figure out the things
You thought you'd wanted to say
But when you open up your mouth
It don't come out that way
Are you really gonna throw your heart away
Away, away, away
~``~``~``~ Kurt ~``~``~``~
As if Mercedes wasn't already hot on our tail, Finn had to say all that stuff, looking directly at me and make her curiosity grow. I had to try distracting her many times on the way home to keep her from finding out what went on behind the scenes of Kurt Hummel's life. Finn was trying to play this off as if he hadn't done anything. Until now I didn't know that he had done anything. The guilty always try to defend themselves. Now I knew that something went on between him and Quinn. Something had happened when I wasn't around. Now any hope of us ever being together again, no matter how tiny the thread was, was gone now.
I found out after continuing school the rest of the week that I really liked being a Cheerio. Sue was really rough on us all but that was to be expected. Mercedes and I had decided that we weren't going to tell Mr. Schue that Mercedes and I had joined the squad until he saw us at the big game. It'd be just like the disappointment we constantly felt from never getting a solo from him. It would crush him and possibly make him see that Mercedes and I are just as good, possibly better, than everyone else in there.
The scary thing about being connected with Sue was knowing some of the evil schemes she planned. Of course, we hadn't heard her talking about glee club, but she had held an emergency meeting a bit ago telling us all about the wonders of Madonna. Trust me, if anyone knew anything about the wonders of Madonna, it was me. I have a whole ipod dedicated just to her songs. But she was talking on and on about how we all needed to date someone younger. Then of course she looked at me and said I didn't have to. After all I was the 'only' gay guy in all of Lima. Yeah…sure…I wasn't the only one anymore but the other one wouldn't be going out with me anytime soon.
It wasn't long until the entire school went Madonna. The intercom was constantly blasting Madonna at full volume throughout the entire day, thanks to Sue. We were going to be hosting a 'Madonna day' in which everyone could dress up like her. Even glee was going Madonna. That was our next assignment, a Madonna performance. Everyone seemed excited about the assignment except for the guys. Oh well, too bad for them. If they can't appreciate Madonna's talent like everyone else then that's their loss. Mercedes and I had already started planning…we were going to need Cheerios lots and lots of Cheerios.
Finn still seemed to be getting worse. He was getting dangerously skinny and actually passed out right in the middle of glee club once. Of course the nurse said that his blood sugar was low and that he was probably starving himself. He walked around like a zombie lately, grunting and nodding at appropriate times. I actually thought he might tear off his arm and give it to someone. Of course, if he wanted to live he would eat something soon, so I really didn't worry about him too much.
Everybody's hurt somebody before
Everybody's be warned by somebody before
You can change but you'll always come back for more
It's a game and we're all just victims of love
Don't try to fight it
Victims of love
You can't decide it
Victims of love
I guess you could say shocked was an understatement. Brittany and Santana had waltzed into the choir room before glee Thursday and explained a very scary situation to us all. Rachel was seeing someone. It wasn't in a good way. It was in a way that meant trouble for everyone. She was seeing Jesse St. James. You know the leading male in Vocal Adrenaline. No offense to him, but he looks like someone who could easily mess with someone's feelings to get information out of them then tie them to a train track to let them die. So of course we all did what we had to do, get together and gang up on her.
"Hey, guys!" Rachel walked in, looking a bit too chipper for her own good.
"Cut the butter Benedict Arnold. We've heard about your new boyfriend." I told her, uncrossing my legs.
"Look, Rachel, We're all happy that you're happy, but we've all worked too hard in glee to let you throw it all away on a relationship that might now even be real." Mercedes explained to her, her attitude showing through at the best of times. Rachel was, of course, quick to jump to defense.
"Why? Because he's in Vocal Adrenaline?" She asked in shock.
"Their motto is 'Aut neca aut necatus eris', which loosely translates to 'Murder or be murdered'." I stood up to stand tall beside Mercedes, who had her lips set in a sassy pout. Tina was next up.
"They give their dancers human growth hormone." Rachel rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. Mercedes started again.
"look, we're not say the dude is playing you-"
"He's playing you." I just had to interject. He was playing her.
"we just think that until regionals are over, we can risk the possibility that he is." She continued. Rachel shook her head but Tina jumped in.
"None of us want to go through what happened at sectionals again."
"Jesse and I might not be true love, but what if we are?" She said a bit breathy, a few hidden sobs starting to come forth. When in doubt, Rachel always cries it out. "Look, I know who I am, and how many chances at this am I going to get?" I had to agree with her there, but I still couldn't let this slide.
"If you don't break up with him you're out." She looked at me, horrified. She quickly found her voice again.
"You can't kick me out!" Arties turn to finally say something.
"But we can all quit, even if Mr. Schue doesn't." We all stared at her, not backing down. She could obviously feel this as a losing game for her.
"Well, good luck winning without me." She tried as a last resort.
"Everyone is replaceable," I looked her directly in the eye to make sure she completely understood how serious we all were. "Even you."
"How could you do this to me?" She asked, defeated.
"How could you do this to us? We're a team, and all you've ever wanted was for us to be great, and to be apart of something special. Now is that still true, or not?" Mercedes was now right in Rachel's face. She looked completely heart broken and torn.
She really had no choice, all her cards were laying on the table in front of her. She could only go one way. Finally she agreed and left in a hurry. When Mr. Schue heard she wouldn't be returning, he cancelled glee for the day, which was great for me because then I wouldn't have to see Finn. Tomorrow was the big game and Mercedes and I still needed to do some rehearsing about the big half time show. We'd already gotten all of the other cheerios on board with it, now it was just the matter of Sue not killing us.
In the beginning
I tried to warn you
You play with fire
It's gonna burn you
And here we are now
Same situation
You never listen
I never listen, now
~``~``~``~ Finn ~``~``~``~
I was now sitting in my car, trying to remember everything I needed to remember about driving. My entire brain is shot to pieces and I can't hold a thought for more than a second. On my way home I almost fall asleep three times and I completely crash as soon as I hit my bed. My mom comes in a shakes me awake when she gets home from work, making me get up and change into my sleeping stuff. She tries to get me to come down for dinner but I refuse, instead falling back asleep as I sit the pillow once again.
Then it's Friday. The game is tonight and everyone is wishing me luck but I don't hear them. My teammates look really nervous and have thrown threats of slushies at me all day, but I barely make them out, tossing them to the back of my mind. All I can focus on is the fact that Kurt was sitting directly in front of me in Spanish, looking perfectly fine. I don't even worry about what my mom will say about my failing Spanish grade that I really needed to pick up. Mr. Schue tries to talk to me after class but I ignore him and walk on, heading to the locker rooms, completely dead. I had to be told four times that my jersey was on backwards before I thought to fix it.
Then the game started. The buzzer zipped through the air at an ear splitting level of volume. I was tossed a ball and knew I had to toss it right of me, so I did…right into the other teams hands. I scanned the crowd as everyone rushed past me to the other side of the court. Kurt wasn't here. Though that didn't surprise me much, he wasn't a sports kind of dude. I played in what felt like slow-mo for the first part of the game, eventually being told to sit out and drink some Gatorade, which I refused.
"Finn, the half's over, man. Dude, what's wrong with you? You need to wake up!" Puck hissed as he sat down on the bench next to me, ready to watch the half-time cheerleader show.
~``~``~``~ Kurt ~``~``~``~
I sighed into the mirror of the girls' locker room. Yes, I was in the girls' locker room, and they happily accepted me thank you very much! Mercedes came up behind me and handed me a ponytail holder and a brush. I quickly and skillfully pulled her hair back perfectly into a neat ponytail that swished behind her. I pinched my cheeks a bit to give a natural blush color to them, didn't want to look like a ghost out there I needed some color.
"You ready to give Mr. S a taste of his own medicine?" She asked, her eyes going bright with excitement. I nodded, as ready as I'll ever be. This was going to be great and the looks we would get of open mouths would be priceless. Mercedes and I had stayed behind in the locker room for the first half, as all the cheerios planned out.
Quickly the other girls rushed past us to get into formation. Mercedes and I hid ourselves beside the bleachers until it was time. Everyone's eyes were on the court where the guys ran around. I scanned the crowd and saw Finn sitting next to Puck, looking dead to the world. I wondered what his reaction would be. Then the band started playing and snapped my attention away.
~``~``~``~ Finn ~``~``~``~
The band started playing, which was never a club that had ever combined with the cheerleaders. The beat was quick and I felt like I knew it. It was on the tip of my tongue when I caught two people bound to the middle. Mercedes voice rang out and everyone was watching her, well except for me. I was too busy looking at the other person with her. Kurt was wearing a tight cheerios uniform and looked about ready to sing.
I was shocked. Kurt was a Cheerio now? When did that happen? I watched his body move and the expressions his face gave off. Then he started to sing. I had no idea that he could sound so…sexual. His voice was lower than I was used to hearing and he even growled out some of the parts. I was suddenly more alert than I had been all week. I knew Puck was looking at me strangely and I probably should look away before he notices something's off, but I can't tear my eyes away. My body had gone all tingly and I felt happy for some reason. Maybe the hunger was really starting to go to my head now.
Everybody's hurt somebody before
Everybody's be warned by somebody before
You can change but you'll always come back for more
It's a game and we're all just victims of love
"Dude?" Puck asked half-way through the performance but I didn't listen to him. Instead I was focused on the way Kurt moved, dancing alongside his best friend and the other Cheerios. I was shocked at how much I was turn on right about now. Honestly, it was seriously hot as hell. I'd seen many people in those Cheerios uniforms and all of them looked great but Kurt made me jump and have to quickly find a way to adjust my gym shorts. Then it was all over. Kurt and Mercedes were breathing hard and smiling because everyone was cheering for them. All of the cheerios rushed to give them hugs before they all went to sit on the benches designed just for them to sit on at the game. Kurt and Mercedes were now talking to Mr. Schue and Mrs. Sylvester but quickly made their way over to their spots on the benches as well.
Then it was game time again. I got up and went onto the court with the rest of the guys, completely distracted about the thoughts floating in my head. Most of them were about Kurt. I had actually gotten half way to the basket when I stopped cold, in front of the cheerios. Everyone of them was looking at me, most of them gesturing to put it in the basket. I tossed it over my shoulder, not really caring at that moment and I headed straight for the small boy sitting amongst all the girls.
~``~``~``~ Kurt ~``~``~``~
I looked around as Finn walked over to us. Mercedes looked at me questioningly then turned her attention to the tall male who had stopped right in front of us. Whistles were blowing all around us but they seemed to be drowned out. What was he doing? Did he realize how much of an idiot he looked right now? He blinked and looked me directly in the eye.
"We need to talk." I struggled for words, looking around at everyone looking at us.
"Now?" I asked stupidly. He nodded and walked off in the direction of the boys locker rooms. Coach was headed right for us. He gave me orders to go and find him and bring him back. I nodded and got up, rushing to find him. I heard someone being called in as his replacement for now.
"Finn?" I hissed? Looking around the locker room doors. I hated the boy's locker room. It was dark and creepy and the prefect place for something terrible to happen. I heard a cough from inside and followed the noise over to the center of the room, where Finn was waiting. He heard my footsteps and turned to look at me.
"Kurt, I just wanted to say I was totally and completely sorry, for everything." It was the first time in a long time that I was going to actually talk to him. "I haven't been doing very well. I feel tired all the time, I can't hold down a meal and I've gotten really bitter towards everyone lately. I know it has something to do with you."
"Finn-" I tried but he cut me off.
"You've got to know that I'm so sorry for anything and everything I have or may do in the future. I'm not prefect and I'm sure that there will be more stupid mistakes I make but I just need to know that, no matter how cheesy this is going to sound, you'll be there with me through it all. I realized that I really like you Kurt. I like you a lot and I'm sure of it. I want to meet your dad, I want to take you on a date, I want to kiss you and I want to be your boyfriend. All of that mushy crap. Please, just tell me that you're answer is a yes. Oh! Also you were really good out there and kind of turned me on, though now I feel really embarrassed about telling you that last part." He said all of this really quickly.
"Finn, I just went through ten thousand different emotions in just two weeks. I'm flattered by your offer, and I really think that if you take the time to think about what you just said you'll realize that you don't mean it. So please just come back out and play the game-"
"But that's where you're wrong. Kurt I do mean all those things, I meant them one hundred percent true. I really want all of that and I know I do." He walked over to me and looked down to me, capturing my gaze with his. "Please, Kurt."
Everybody's hurt somebody before
Everybody's be warned by somebody before
You can change but you'll always come back for more
It's a game and we're all just victims of love
Don't try to fight it
Victims of love
You can't decide it
Victims of love
"No, Finn. I can't do this again and I-" But I was cut off by lips. It wasn't harsh or quick. It was a slow meaningful kiss. It was quick, showing that Finn was obviously still not able to get over the fact that I was a guy, but the kiss made me melt into goo and jelly legs anyways.
"Kurt?" He asked, looking into my eyes.
"I-I have t-to refuse y-your o-offer." I said, backing up, stuttering as badly as Tina use to. Finn looked deeply hurt right then so I quickly jumped in. "But I do have an offer of my own." He perked up again, listening intently. My back hit the lockers, which was good, I needed support after that kiss. "I didn't want you to meet my dad, I don't want you to take me anywhere and I don't want you to be my boyfriend. Instead I think we should take it slow, not jump in like we tried to last time. This time give you a chance to adjust."
"So, we're starting from the beginning?" I nodded and smiled a bit. I stood straight and walked over to him, outstretching my hand to him.
"Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel and I like a different variety of music, love the beach even though it ruins my hair and I'm gay. Also, I've got a very fragile heart, please don't break it." He looked at me for a second like I'd grown another head, then he clasped his hand over mine.
"Finn Hudson. I like 80's rock, can't tell my left from my right, like to play sports and I think I'm Bisexual. I'm someone whose trusting and would never break a fragile heart."
I smiled at him and he smiled back. I was reluctant to let go of his hand but I somehow managed to do it. I gave one last smirk to his lopsided smile and turned to exit the locker room.
~``~``~``~ Finn ~``~``~``~
That night I didn't think my mom could be any happier. I'd come home and immediately headed for the fridge and cabinets. She rushed into the kitchen and asked me what I was doing. I quickly popped food into the microwave and handed her a box of pasta, asking if she could make this for me, I don't think I'd eaten this much since thanksgiving when we had the whole family over. Everything was finally working itself out again, though they weren't perfect just yet, they were on their way.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Victims of love
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Victims of love
A/N:
Yes, things are a bit jumbled up as far as facts from the show goes but I like it. This way we know what kind of happens but still keeps us guessing, no?
Anywhom…review and send love.