I'm really going to rush this story along just so I can get it done. Like I said before I have really truly lost interest in this story. (I started to write this at the end of season one… Just to give an idea) To keep it cohesive though I'm hoping for between three and five chapters it will be done. SO before any of you ask. This was not the story that I had intended it to be. It is also not the kind of story that I like to write. It held little interest for me when I started and it holds little interest for me now. I apologize if it seems rushed, or under par from the chapters before. Thank you ALL for reading it though. Mike is going to get a large part in this chapter. I decided he didn't need to keep Finn's hormones in check anymore. Cyber, you've been a pain in my ever loving ass about this piece of Crap. You know better then anyone that I have issues completing task and this is most definably a task. :-D Thanks for pushing me Buddy.
Battle of Finn: D-Day
The image of Kurt sliding home with Finn wasn't so much arousing to Puck (even though it was totally giving him half stalk.) as it was hard to believe. Okay, sure, Finn has all the working parts to accomplish it, but seeing the tiny petite Hummel doing Finn was… Well like watching a one of those little white fluffy dogs doing a German Sheppard. It just didn't seem to work.
"Puck? Are you okay? You look a little confused." Kurt spoke with what sounded like genuine concern.
Puck just looked at him and blinked a couple of times trying to get his mind to comprehend the image that was rolling around in his head. He was almost certain it was going to give him a blue screen with a fatal error messages. "Furt image has preformed an illegal operation."
"Yeah I'm fine. I just have a hard time computing the input. How? I mean what position… I'm… so lost."
Kurt looked at him as if he were a strange little boy. There was a hint of anger smoldering behind his eyes, but more than that there was amusement.
"I'm not giving you details. Just know that it happened. The deal has been sealed and you need to get over it. Do you understand Puckerman, or do I need to be blunter?"
"No, I got it. You topped Finn?"
Kurt threw up his hand and turned to walk away. Puck still stood perfectly still. Then Kurt turned and looked at Puck even more amused then before.
"One down, Two to go."
That didn't take long for Puck to input. Hummel was thinking he was going to slide home with him. That wasn't ever going to happen. He isn't a taker and never will be. As the thought was going through his mind, he found himself in the bath room splashing cold water on his face. The erection ready to bust the zipper on his pants was starting to hurt.
"It's not hot, it's not hot, it's not hot!" Puck kept repeating to himself as the very cold water was now beginning to run down his shirt. However the erection in his pants kept telling him other wise.
"Dude!" He said to his penis, "What the hell! Go down already I told you it's not hot!"
"What's not hot?" The voice behind him was mockingly amused and warm, but so cold that his penis responded by quickly shrinking well beyond its normal flaccid size.
Puck spun around and saw Finn standing in front of the door. His eyes blazing with that predatory look that always turned him on, but this time it scared him. Well scare wouldn't be the right word for a bad ass such as himself, but it works.
"Um, Kurt told me he topped you and he said he was gonna do it to me, but it ain't happenin. Cause, it's not hot."
"Actually, it really kind of is." Finn took a slow step towards Puck, who in returned took a slow step back. Not because he was scared. Oh Puck it! He was scared shitless and didn't know why. Finn kept walking until Puck's back was to the wall.
"There's something exciting about letting someone in… In a way it's trust. You're putting your trust in some one that they won't hurt you and that their goal is to make you feel just as good as they do. That must be how girls feel. Do you think? Do you think all the girls that you slept with trusted you enough not to hurt them and to make them feel just good, only to find that you didn't care?"
Finn was standing right in front of him now looking down at him. Those warm brown eyes almost looked black, but the smell of axe and tide seemed to over take the rank smell of a boy's bathroom.
"Maybe, I don't know I didn't ask." Puck said meekly in a bad ass kind of way. Finn smiled at him, lopsided, cute, the tendon in his neck moved ever so slightly. He slowly bent down as if to kiss Puck but instead whispered gently in to his ear. The words gave him goose bumps and the warm breath gave him chills.
"Do you think that's how Quinn felt that night?"
Puck slowly shut his eyes in realization. He could feel Finn's body move away from his, though still dangerously close. Puck felt anger at Quinn, the bitched at played his card, but more than anything Puck felt shame, guilt and sorrow. Puck looked at Finn and knew this wasn't the right time to speak or say anything.
"No secrets? Deal sealing? And trust?" Finn said. His eyes on the brink of letting loose a few stray tears. "That's why we started this isn't it? That's why we," Finn slammed his hand next to Puck's head, "did all this!"
"It's not like that. It was one secret." Puck said, but he couldn't finish what he wanted to say. Finn's massive hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away from the wall.
"I'm not stupid Puck!" The pure rage that came from Finn's voice was heart breaking. He wasn't pissed about the secret that Puck kept. He pissed because it was Puck who had done it. It was his best friend who betrayed his trust. That's what he was pissed about. "How are we supposed to trust… How am I supposed to trust you!"
Finn looked like a scorned God to Puck. There was such pain in his face as if he had lived forever, but felt nothing like this, felt nothing like he did at this moment. Puck was his best friend. Even if he was a bad ass, even if they had already made this rule, he was going to break it. To hell with everyone else who might happen to walk in. Finn needed something. Puck watched at the exterior of the giant boy crumbled. He seemed to shrink in size, and Puck new that he could approach. So he did. He lifted up Finn's face with his hands, and the brown eyes were pleading with him, begging him to say that he didn't do it, but he wasn't going to lie. He couldn't. Not to Finn not anymore.
He kissed him as if he would kiss a lover. That's what Finn was after all wasn't he? Weren't they all? They were lovers in a way. Finn kissed him back, and then pulled him back for a longer kiss.
Finn pulled away and rested his head on Puck's. To him it was intimate something that they hadn't yet achieved in their deal sealing. It was now that he realized why Kurt had been such a prude this whole time. He had manipulated them in a way. Made them feel things for each other. Maybe that's why this was working. Puck didn't know. He wasn't that smart, but the fight between he and Kurt had led to the night in Pucks room. Finding out about Kurt and Finn had led Mike and him to do it. They were actually… connecting to each other.
Puck drug his fingers through Finn's hair. Causing the boy to pull away from his friend and look him in the eye. They looked at each other; they told each other everything that was going to happen in that look. A look only a friend knew.
Finn kissed him again. Then he wiped his eyes to free them from the tears. He stood up proud and tall.
"How do I look?"
"Like a giant penis who's been crying a lot."
Mike and Kurt were told what Quinn did and what Puck had done. Kurt instinctively grabbed Finn's arm in comfort, but Mike had a building rage inside him that the others couldn't see, or neglected to see.
He knew that he hadn't helped the Quad out. It wasn't in his nature to be manipulative, deceitful or anything of the sort. That is until he got pissed. The others broke off in different directions. Mike walked his way through the halls to Sylvester's office. He normally tried to stay as far away from that place as he could. He was damn sure to avoid it if she were in there. Of course she was setting at her desk writing in that stupid journal. Mike often thought that she was probably writing some kind of creepy fanfiction about her cheerios. Santana's hands were placed gently under Brittany's breast. She looked deeply in to the dumb blond's eyes, excitement building as she moved them to just under her Armpits. She whispered delicately. "I'm glad my Latin ass isn't going to get blow out of a Cannon." Then pushed her down in to the barrel and gave the amazingly talented, quick witted, all around awesome cheerleading coach, the Great Sue Sylvester two thumbs up…
Mike walked to the open door and lightly knocked. Sylvester's head shot up and she glared at the Asian boy who she didn't know the name of. He knew that, he didn't care.
"Coach Sylvester can I talk to you?"
"Sure buddy come on in. It's not every day one of the arch enemies of my lead Cheerio walks in to my officer to be sacrificed. My trophies haven't gotten a good blood polishing in weeks!"
Mike paused for a second as he took note that Sylvester was smiling at him like the devil would smile at a Priest.
"So Quinn told you about the Quad then?"
"Oh, your stupid little rebellion of testosterone driven mind games is refreshing. It takes me back to when I was the warden for Quatanimo Bay. What can I do for you Other Asian kid who isn't important enough to know about until season two?"
"My name is Mike."
"I'm sorry Chin Chong Wong. I can't understand you. Your accent is so thick Will could use it for hair gel."
Mike too shocked by the comment just continued on with out hesitation. He was coming up with some rather snide comments for a later date though.
"The Quad knows we can't beat Quinn. She has you backing her and let's face it Coach Sylvester, you're too strong for even all the students and facility to take out."
Sylvester had turned her head slightly to one side and was glaring at him, but he continued. It was stupid of course. This wasn't going to work. Sue Sylvester had invented manipulating people… and probably some new raciest remarks.
"We want a truce. Not so much with Quinn, but with you. You would make our lives hell if we took over and we just want to let things go back to the way they were."
"So Wong why are you here and not Porcelain, Mohawk, or Frankenteen?"
"Cause… I'm stupid." Mike said. It was more of a question then an answer.
"Good Answer! What did you have in mind? Burning down the choir room with Will in it?"
"Umm, actually we were thinking that we could take the uniforms for the cheerios to the dry cleaner for you? Make sure they are nice and prepped for pep rally?"
With out hesitation Sylvester through him the keys to the Cheerio's closet which happened to be the largest class room on the campus.
"Good thinking. Now get out of here. The smell of Chicken Fried Rice is making me sick."
Mike made his way to the closet and smiled with the key turned over. He walked in to the room and pulled down the Cheerios skirt with the name Quinn above it. He smiled and took it to the home economics room. Mike Chang was about to make the Quad and every family named Wong proud.
