A/N: I'm back! Thanks so, SO much to all of you who stuck by me through the hiatus, who emailed to check in on me and see if everything was alright. Your concern and your loyalty means the world to me. I still want to respond to all reviewers individually; just be patient with me – I'm slow! This chapter contains a lot of graphic m/m content, and as such, I've upped the rating to Mature. I'm also a little rusty after so long away, so please excuse any major errors or typos or clunky writing. I'm sure I'll ease back into it!

Disclaimer: I own not a thing. You Are my Sunshine belongs to Bing Crosby, You are the Sunshine of my Life to Stevie Wonder, and Jealousy to Natalie Merchant.

The days slide into one another with quiet monotony, as Finn ticks away the minutes checking his phone, hoping for a text or a voicemail or some sign of life from Will. With the same illogical stubbornness his mother swears he got from his father, Finn refuses to break first, choosing instead to fret and worry over whether Will's angry with him, rather than try to make it right.

By Friday morning, Finn is beside himself, convinced he's wrecked any chance of having a happily-ever-after, or any-after with the other man. He hasn't forgotten that he promised to call Will the day after the karaoke debacle, but an irrational and persistent corner of his mind keeps whispering that if Will wasn't so upset, he would have called first.

Desperate for a distraction, Finn decides to head for the hospital Friday morning. Quinn had told him of Will's visits, which mysteriously never coincided with his own. It's hard on Finn to sit and watch Carolina, looking so small and frail in her bed, but he knows it's important that he be there for Quinn and Rachel and yes, even Puck.

Quinn's text from the night before had been grim: more tests, no conclusive results, no improvement. Finn chides himself for being so caught up in his own melodrama on the drive to St. Rita's, telling himself that he ought to be more concerned with his friends, who have real problems.

The halls of the children's wing are again quiet as Finn walks to Carolina's room. He knows that in just a few short hours, the whole floor will be teeming with energy and noise as classmates and siblings get out of school and come to cheer up their loved ones. He smiles at the image, remembering yesterday's visit from Carolina's kinder-music class. Will hadn't been with them; instead, a harried older woman who oversaw the rec center's music department accompanied the children, hushing them when the got too rowdy and herding them out of the room after an all-too-brief visit.

Finn raises his hand when he reaches Carolina's door, ready to knock. The door is slightly ajar, and he can hear singing coming from inside the room. Pausing, he leans closer, tilting his head to listen.

It's Quinn. He can hear her voice, soft but strong, as clear and lovely as it ever was in school. He strains to make out her words, and catches a snippet of a familiar melody.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray.

Finn bows his head, moved by the vulnerability in Quinn's voice. There's a slight pause in the singing, and when she begins again, the tune has changed somewhat.

You are the sunshine of my life,

That's why I'll always be around.

You'll never know dear, how much I love you.

Please don't take my sunshine away.

A mash-up, Finn thinks to himself. She's singing a mash-up to Carolina. He feels a burn start in the back of his throat as tears sting his eyes. He knows he shouldn't be standing there eavesdropping, but he can't bring himself to move away, or to interrupt Quinn's song.

The other night, dear, as I was sleeping,

I dreamed I held you in my arms.

You are the apple of my eye,

Forever you'll stay in my heart.

Finn nudges the door open a few inches with his shoe, peering around the edge into the room. Quinn is sitting in the chair next to Carolina's bed, the girl's hand tiny and pale in her own. It's the first time Finn has Quinn's face so open, and his heart breaks for her as he watches.

When I awoke dear, I was mistaken

And I hung my head and I cried.

You must have known that I was lonely,

Because you came to my rescue.

And I know this must be heaven,

How could so much love be inside of you?

Quinn pauses and takes a long, shuddering breath, and Finn can see tears rolling down her face.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you...

Quinn stops, tipping her face down to press a kiss against the back of Carolina's hand. "Please don't take my sunshine away," she whispers, and her shoulders heave with a silent sob. Finn watches, unable to look away, as she buries her head in her hands and cries softly, the only other noise in the room the quiet beeps from the machines and the whispering hush of the oxygen tank.

Finn looks on, paralyzed by uncertainty and insecurity, until Quinn's tears dry up and the trembling of her shoulders finally stills.

"You can come in if you want," she says, still staring at the small form in the bed. Finn starts, surprised that she knows he's there, and by the steadiness of her voice.

Sheepishly, he pushed the door open and pads softly inside, reluctant to break the quiet reverie that's fallen over the room. Quinn looks up as he walks to Carolina's side, and gives him a half-hearted smile.

"Eavesdropping is not a particularly attractive quality," she says, but her eyes and voice betray her gentle teasing. Still, Finn flushes, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," he says, suddenly feeling shy. "I didn't want to interrupt you. You sound great," he adds, then feels stupid for saying it.

Quinn smiles then, and it looks genuine. "Thanks. We've all been singing to her as much as we can. The doctors say it keeps her calm, makes her feel comforted."

"Has she been awake at all today?" Finn asks, gingerly moving Carolina's arm and perching on the edge of the bed.

Quinn shakes her head. "She was so exhausted after yesterday, and overwhelmed by the noise. She threw up most of the night, so they've got her pretty drugged up right now."

Finn swallows over the lump in his throat, reaching out to brush a strand of golden hair out of the little girl's innocently sleeping face.

"Anymore tests?" he asks.

"Hepatitis, mono, swine flu, you name it," Quinn says, smiling a little as Carolina turns her face toward Finn's touch. But Finn can see the worry shading her eyes dark hazel. He reaches across the bed, taking her hand in his and squeezing tight, hoping the physical contact will give her more comfort than his fumbling sympathetic words can.

Quinn squeezes back, and Finn can see the way she steels herself, straightening her shoulders and clearing the fear from her face as she gives him a bright smile.

"So," she says, giving his hand a last squeeze before letting go and leaning back in her chair, arching her back in a tired stretch, "you're going to the concert tonight."

Finn looks up sharply, a swift pang of panic radiating through his chest. "The what?" he says, though he knows full well what Quinn is talking about.

Quinn watches him shrewdly for a minute, then her face twists into a scowl. "What have you done?" she asks, anger bringing the usual sharpness back to her voice.

"I... I, uh... what?" Finn says, looking around as if for an escape hatch.

"Don't try that stupidly innocent act with me, Hudson," she says. "I know you too well; it won't work."

"It's not an act," Finn mutters under his breath, though he's certain she hears him.

"You did something dumb." It's not a question. Finn nods. "And now Will is pissed." He offers a half-shrug, not entirely sure of the answer himself. "And instead of going to him and fixing it, you came here to avoid the whole situation like the emotionally-stunted idiot you are."

There's a pause, and Finn looks at her from under his lashes, feeling his cheeks flame.

"That's pretty much the gist of it, yeah."

Quinn sighs, shaking her head. "Will you boys never learn?" she says, though Finn gets the distinct impression she's not looking for a response. "Why do you have to make the situation so much more difficult than it needs to be? You love him, he loves you. Stop whining around like a couple of pre-menstrual girls and get naked already."

Finn's eyes widen. "Uh, thanks for the advice... Kurt."

Quinn raises an eyebrow. "Am I wrong?"

"No," Finn says, grudgingly. "Dammit."

Quinn chuckles, not bothering to look contrite when Finn shoots her a glare. "So... concert? Tonight?"

"Yeah, yeah," Finn says with a scowl. "I'm going. I'll even go early and apologize for being a -- what did you say? A pre-menstrual girl."

Quinn gives him a knowing smirk, and Finn can't help but grin a little in response. He has to admit that Quinn is nearly always right; the only problem is she knows it.

"Better get moving," she says, glancing up at the clock over the TV before looking him over head-to-toe with a disapproving frown. "Looks like Cinderella is going to need all the time she can get to get ready for the ball."

"I don't like you," Finn says, standing up and smoothing out the rumpled blankets. "You're really not a very nice person."

"I know," Quinn says genially. "I can't imagine why you were so hung up on me all those years."

"Two words. Hot tub. Bikini."

"That's three words."

"See? I knew I didn't like you."

Quinn laughs, and the sound washes over Finn like a beautiful symphony. It's a sound he hasn't heard much over the last few days, and he feels a great sense of relief in it. He smiles down at her and walks around the bed, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Call me tonight," she says, waggling her eyebrows. "I want details."

***

The McKinley High School End-of-the-Year Concert hasn't changed much since Finn was in school. He can hear the nervous buzz of the Glee Club members in the hallway outside the auditorium as soon as he opens the door. There are balloons and streamers hung up around the doors to the auditorium, and a steady stream of parents is pouring inside. He joins the group, a spike of nervousness twisting through his belly.

He's almost to the door when an idea occurs to him. He glances around, feeling guilty at even thinking it, but none of the parents seem to even notice his presence. Biting his lip and casting a last glance at the door, he slips out of the line and ducks into the side hallway.

The Glee kids are warming up, singing scales while Kyle, his unmistakable red hair standing out like a beacon, leads them. Sucking in a breath, Finn heads directly for him, ignoring the quiver of dread and anticipation in his stomach.

Finn waits patiently until the group finishes, then reaches out a hand, tugging on Kyle's crisp white tux shirt. The boy turns around, an impatient and hassled look on his face. His lip twitches a little disdainfully when he recognizes Finn, and he eyes darken suspiciously.

"Hey, man," Finn begins, giving him a trademark grin. "I need a huge favor."

Kyle lifts one sculpted eyebrow, and a sudden image of Kurt flashes through Finn's mind.

"And you're asking me to perform this favor five minutes before a performance?" Kyle says, disbelief and annoyance at war in his voice.

"Uh... yeah," Finn says, beginning to lose confidence in his plan. "Sorry, dude. I know it's last minute, but... it's really important."

"Uh huh," Kyle says, skeptically. "So is nuclear disarmament. However, you don't see me jetting off to Kyoto right this second."

"Huh?" Finn says, totally losing track of the conversation. "Nevermind. Just..." His mind races, trying to think of something, anything that will get him what he wants. "How'd you like to make some cash?" he says finally, hoping he stuffed that fifty in his wallet before he left the house.

There's a gleam in Kyle's eye, and Finn thinks maybe he's managed to say the right thing for once.

"How much?" Kyle says, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms tightly over his chest.

"Fifty bucks now," Finn says, digging in his pocket. "And fifty later. I'm good for it."

Kyle looks him up and down, obviously trying to make a decision. "I'm sure you are," he says finally, though his voice belies his doubt. He heaves a breath, checks his watch, then gives Finn a hard look.

"Alright. What's this favor?"

***

Finn waits for his cue behind the risers, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. He's now broke, not to mention $150 in debt, after promising the band a hundred bucks for their compliance. But it'll be worth it, he thinks, to see the look on Will's face. Later, he'll apologize, say everything he needs to say, and the two can get on with their lives and, hopefully, their relationship. But he's got something else he needs to say first.

Correction: he has something he needs to sing.

The band finishes the last of the Glee Club's songs, and the audience roars, giving them a standing ovation. The lights go down briefly, but slowly come back up at the band continues to play. Finn takes a breath and steps out from behind the risers, grabbing a mic from Kyle as he walks to center stage.

Finn glances quickly into the audience, sees Will and Emma sitting side-by-side, and begins to sing.

Ooh, jealousy.

Is she fine, so well-bred

The perfect girl, a social deb?

Is she the sort you've always thought

Could make you, could make you what you're not?

Ooh, my jealousy.

Finn doesn't dare look into the audience anymore, terrified of what he'll see there. But no one's run him off the stage yet, and he takes that as a sign to continue.

Is she smart, so well-read

Are there books, are there novels by her bed?

And is she the sort that you've always said

Could satisfy your head?

Ooh, jealousy.

Ooh, my jealousy.

There's something that sounds like a gasp from the crowd, and Finn looks out, almost against his will. It's hard to see with the lights shining in his face, but he can just make out what he knows is Will's silhouette, and Emma's smaller one beside. He steels his face, making sure his message is perfectly clear, and prepares to finish the song.

Does she talk the way I do?

Is her voice, is her voice reminding you

Of the promises, the little white lies, too?

Sometimes, tell me, while she's touching you

Just by mistake, accidentally, do you say my name?

Ooh, jealousy.

Ooh, my jealousy.

The applause is tentative at best when Finn finishes, and as the stage lights dim, he can see confused expressions on the faces of many. He glances out at Will's seat, but the other man is no longer there. Emma's gone, too, and Finn feels his stomach drop. The Glee kids have cleared off quickly, and he turns, wandering backstage with a horrible ache beginning to settle in his chest.

Before he realizes what's happening, he feels a vice-like grip on his arm as he's yanked forecfully into the storage closet used by the band members for their instruments.

Finn doesn't have time to get even an indignant word out before he's pressed up against the concrete wall, one very pissed off Glee Club director in his face.

"What... in the hell... were you thinking?" Will hisses, shoving his hand against Finn's chest for emphasis. Finn's eyes go wide at this unexpected reaction. He's surprised by Will's anger, and he find himself unable to put together a coherent sentence.

"Do you want to get me fired?" he goes on, his voice growing harsher by the second. "Is that what you were trying to do? Or did you just want to embarrass me in front of the entire student body and all their parents?"

Finn shakes his head, breath catching in his throat. "No," he says, barely above a whisper. "That's not... I didn't..." He stops, trying to calm the racing of his heart, and then starts again. "That was never my intention."

Will backs off a few centimeters, but doesn't allow Finn any ground. He's breathing hard, and his eyes are blazing. For one horrified moment, Finn wonders if the older man is going to cry.

"I'm sorry," Finn says, hearing the desperation in his voice. "I never meant..."

"To hurt me?" Will says. "To hurt Emma? If that wasn't your intent, you really missed the mark."

Finn swallows, feeling tears stinging his eyes and wondering how this all went so horribly wrong. "I just wanted... I just wanted her to know... wanted you to know..."

"Wanted me to know what?" Will says through his teeth.

"That you're... that you're mine," Finn says in a rush, closing his eyes as though ready for Will to throw a punch. When there's no response from the other man, Finn cracks open an eye. Will's expression is... like nothing Finn has ever seen. There's anger and frustration and hurt written all over his face. But there's something more, something Finn has only caught before in flashes and stolen moments. Something that he thinks might be abject desire.

"So you decided to announce publicly, in front of the whole school, that I'm yours?" Will asks slowly, and Finn nods, suddenly feeling very young and very stupid. "Did you ever stop to think that people might wonder why you would do such a thing? That it might raise suspicions about what happened between us when you were a student? That maybe I could lose my job, my whole future, over some silly prank?"

"I didn't think --"

"No, you didn't," Will says, cutting him off. "What did you expect would happen, Finn? Did you think I'd declare my undying love for you in front of God and country? Or that I'd shame Emma in front of everyone on her first day back? What did you hope would be the outcome of this little stunt?"

Finn blinks, trying to process everything Will is saying, but his mind keeps getting stuck on one phrase.

"You... you love me?" he asks, cringing at the uncertainty in his voice.

Will says nothing, just stares at him for a long moment, until Finn can stand the scrutiny no longer. He pushes himself away from the wall, trying to think of a way to explain, but before he can open his mouth, Will shoves him, hard, knocking his head against the concrete and causing him to see stars.

Finn doesn't have a chance to recover, because Will is yanking his head down toward his own, and then Will is kissing him fiercely, pressing his body against the younger man's with an intensity Finn has never experienced.

His brain finally kicks into gear, and Finn wraps his arms around Will, pulling him impossibly closer. Will squirms against him, deepening the kiss, his tongue invasive but still somehow deliciously teasing in Finn's mouth. Before Finn realizes what he's doing, his hands are tangled in the front of Will's shirt, fumbling with what seems an obscene amount of buttons. He half-expects Will to put a stop to this, but all the older man does is gasp against his mouth, pressing his hips forward in what Finn can only take as an encouraging gesture.

Will's hands drift down to Finn's waist a moment later, yanking on his belt and flicking it open with an expert twist of his wrist that Finn would be more curious about if he had enough brain cells left for something as unnecessary as curiosity.

Will has his fly undone in record time, and there's no pause, not even a brief hestitation before his hand is thrust into Finn's pants, cupping his hardness with a firm grasp that makes the younger man see stars again.

Finn throws his head back, banging it into the wall again, but too far gone to care. His hips thrust in time with the steady movement of Will's hand, the friction it's creating through the thin cotton of his briefs nearly sending him careening over the edge.

After another moment of unthinking bliss, Finn realizes he's gotten off-track. He goes about undoing the rest of Will's buttons, lowering his mouth for another searing kiss. Will bites his bottom lip, hard, and Finn hisses, his hips jerking at the sensation. He's finally got the damn shirt unbuttoned, and he pushes it off Will's shoulders, flattening his hands over the other's man's chest, dragging his fingertips roughly over the taut, dusky nipples.

Will lets out a noise that sounds almost like a growl, and his hand speeds up. He tips his face up, demanding another kiss, and Finn can do nothing but oblige. He strains against Will's palm, wanting more, but afraid to ask, afraid to break the spell that's settled over them.

Will seems to know, though, that Finn is ready for more. He breaks their kiss, looking up into the younger man's eyes for a long moment as his fingertips tease the waistband of Finn's underwear, dipping beneath the elastic for a fleeting moments as Finn writhes against the wall.

Letting out a shuddering breath, Finn looks down at his one-time teacher, so full of longing he's not sure he'll be able to speak.

"Please," he finally manages to rasp out, and Will's eyes go dark. He give an almost imperceptible nod of his head, and Finn knows Will can tell exactly what he wants.

Slowly, Will tugs down Finn's underwear, revealing him inch-by-inch. The agonizing pleasure and wickedly torturous pace is almost too much for Finn to bear. He keeps himself as still as possible, breathing ragged as he braces himself against the wall.

"God," Will breathes, and Finn opens his eyes, wondering what the older man sees when he looks at him. His gaze meets Finn's, full of lust and wonder, and a slight smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers, and Finn can feel the blush race all the way from his ears to his feet.

Will brings his hand to his mouth then, licking from palm to fingertips, and Finn watches, mesmerized. His eyes flutter shut when Will finally takes him in a firm grip, and he lets out a low moan.

Will begins slowly at first, his fist moving sensuously up and down Finn' shaft, his sweat and spit-slicked hand moving like silk against Finn's straining erection.

"God, Will," Finn says, moving his hips rhythmically in time with the other man's pumping motion. He can feel his climax building inside him, and he wants to hold himself back, wants to prolong the pleasure, but he's not sure he can. He whimpers as Will leans in for another kiss, his tongue mimicking the wicked action of his talented hand.

Finn's soft cries seem to set off something in Will, and the older man begins to move faster, his rhythm becoming erratic and rushed. Finn, dripping wet and harder than he's ever been in his life, sucks in a breath, dizzy with pleasure.

"Will," he says, raising and hand and gripping the other man's shoulder. "Will, I'm gonna..."

"It's okay," Will says gently, tightening his grasp and planting a messy, off-center kiss at the corner of Finn's mouth. "I want you to. I want to see you."

Finn gasps as his orgasm overtakes him, letting out a harsh cry as he spends himself in Will's hand. Will wrings every last drop of come from him, then leans him gently against the wall. Finn doesn't move, eyes shut, knees trembling, afraid if he looks at Will he'll find it's all been a dream.

"Finn," Will says, and the younger man chances a look. He lets out a small, undignified moan as Will raises his hand to his lips and licks it clean while he watches.

Imbued with a sudden burst of frantic energy, Finn pounces on the other man, shoving him backward and nearly sending them ass-over-elbows into an ancient drum set. Will laughs, trying to steady them, but Finn is bent on a single goal, and he will not be distracted.

Dropping to his knees, Finn goes to work on Will's belt, clearly not possessing the same finesse as the older man. Will stares down at him as he fumbles, a mixture of amusement and heat fighting for dominance on his face.

"Finn, you don't..." he begins, but then Finn yanks down his zipper and he goes silent, eyes shutting as he instinctively sways forward.

"I want to," Finn says, echoing Will's earlier statement. "Don't you know this is what I've wanted for the last five years?"

Will doesn't answer, and Finn turns his attention back to the task at hand. Lacking Will's ability to take it slow, Finn yanks down the man's khakis, eyes widening as he takes in the substantial bulge covered in white cotton, a damp spot already spreading just below the waistband.

Finn leans forward, nuzzling his nose against Will's fabric-clad erection, taking in his smell of sex and laundry detergent and body wash. Will hisses, his hands coming up, fingers burying themselves in Finn's hair. Finn pulls back a fraction, just enough to allow his tongue to dart out, playing over the rough texture, tasting the sharp tang as he drags the tip over the wet spot.

Will moans, fingers tightening against his scalp, and Finn knows he's already exercised every ounce of patience he possesses. Swallowing and licking his lips with anticipation, Finn pulls down Will's underwear, letting out a sigh of appreciation as Will springs free.

Finn has never been all that good at foreplay, and he doesn't have the willpower to tease Will, so he decides the straightforward approach is best. Raising his eyes to look up at the other man, Finn takes his entire length in his mouth in one swift move. Will cries out sharply, jerking his hips so hard Finn has to pull back before he gags. He gives Will a moment to recover, then begins moving his mouth up and down Will's shaft, sucking gently and moving his tongue as he does so.

Slipping his hands around the back's of Will's knees, Finn moves in closer, swallowing the other man as deeply as possible, humming softly as he bobs his head. He pulls back after a moment, licking an uneven trail up the underside and then rolling his tongue over the head, tasting Will's essence as he licks his lips.

"I can't... can't last much longer," Will says with a little gasp as Finn takes him into his mouth again. Finn makes a pleased moan, encouraging Will toward completion. He can feel the older man's legs trembling beneath his hands, and he caresses the back of those strong calves, running his palms up Will's thighs and over his ass. His fingertips barely brush Will's crease, and suddenly the older man is crying out his name and coming down his throat, shuddering his release as Finn swallows reflexively.

Finn pulls away, pressing a soft kiss against Will's now flaccid cock. Will's knees buckle, and he sinks down, leaning forward as Finn's arms come up around him. The two of them cling to one another in the cramped little room, breathing heavily and shaking with the enormity of what's just happened.

Finn presses light kisses along Will's hairline, damp with sweat and warm against his lips. Will presses his face into Finn's neck, inhaling deeply. Finn can feel the other man trembling against him, and wonders if he's just spent from what's happened, or if something is wrong.

He's just leaning back, opening his mouth to ask, when there's a pounding at the door. Finn and Will spring apart, both guiltily pulling up their underwear and doing up their flies.

"Will?" calls a voice, slightly shrill with concern. "Will, it's Emma. Are you in there?"

A/N: Well, there it is! I feel hideously embarrassed, as this is my first attempt at an actual sex scene in many years. Constructive criticism is always appreciated... but please be gentle!