Thank you for reading this somewhat crazy story, that means a lot to me :D
Without further ado, here comes chapter two! (No pun intended :P)
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Chapter 2
Finn's head hurt like hell when he woke up. A slump body was lying next to him. A body with short, blond hair. Finn groaned.
He honestly didn't remember leaving Mike Chang's party yesterday…or rather today.
Actually, he didn't remember anything after he had started drinking whisky like milk. He only remembered him and Quinn making out, but he didn't remember having slept with her anymore. Finn cursed under his breath when he remembered something.
Puck would kill him.
Quinn and Puck knew each other since they were toddlers and he always treated and protected her like a younger sister. For some reason, he didn't want Finn to have sex with her although he was the biggest man whore Finn ever knew.
Maybe, he was just too overprotective.
Finn slowly turned to the dresser next to him and checked the time.
It was 2 pm and he was supposed to be in school now.
Whatever.
Next to him, Quinn mumbled something unintelligible in her sleep and turned to the other side.
Finn slowly got up and sneaked out of Mike's guest room. He really needed a shower and some clothes which didn't smell like a cat vomited on them.
Seriously, what happened yesterday to make them smell like that?
Finn carefully went down the ivory stairs of the luxury foyer which was covered with empty Vodka-bottles, cups, plates with some leftovers of snacks and even some bras. The air smelled like alcohol and smoke.
Obviously, people were partying there until sunrise. Hungover, Finn stumbled to the living room.
No, living room would be the wrong word for this hall. His parents preferred the word "parlor".
Anyway, he met Sam and Artie at the parlor.
Sam was sleeping on the expensive, cream colored cushion sofa of the Changs, snoring a little.
Artie was sitting on the matching armchair on the other side, his wheelchair next to him. A blonde was on his lap, most likely Kitty Wilde or Brittany Pierce.
Finn couldn't tell because she was kissing him passionately and he couldn't see her face. When Artie pulled away from her for a second and spotted a hungover Finn, he threw his head back and laughed. While passing him, Finn flipped him the bird.
He opened the sliding glass-door of the terrace and went outside. The sun was blinding him, and he squinted. Stupid hangover. He looked around. The giant garden was covered with trash of the party and it looked even worse than inside. Finn went over to the pool where Mike and Puck were lying on their sunbeds with sunglasses.
When Mike spotted him, he sat up and put down his glasses.
"Good morning, Hudson!", he greeted him, grinning widely. There where dark circles around his eyes, so he must be just as hungover as Finn.
"Did you enjoy the night?", the host asked him, cocking his eyebrows.
"I honestly don't remember", he answered, avoiding looking over to Puck. His best friend must be fuming.
"Fuck you, Hudson", Puck hissed without looking at him.
Finn expected that Puck would react like that. "She wanted to do it, not the other way around. You can't decide who is allowed to have sex with her and who isn't. Quinn isn't six anymore", he answered, unimpressed.
Puck groaned and ruffled his mohawk, conflicted. Finn crossed his arms and waited.
"But don't even think about breaking her heart", his best friend finally said.
Mike cocked his eyebrows. "After Puck gave you his blessing, will we hear wedding bells soon?", the Asian boy asked, smirking even wider. Finn smacked him on the back of his head.
To be honest, his grandparents wanted to see him engaged with Quinn Fabray, or any stinking rich daughter of wealthy parents. But he was eighteen, for god's sake. He had better things to do than to look for a possible fiancée, his football team for example.
Puck didn't look thrilled, either. He glared at his friend, but Finn started smirking.
"Do you have a problem with that? You don't want me to marry your 'little sister'?", he asked, airquoting sister. Puck got up from his sunbed, stepping closer to him. Finn shuddered slightly. He knew how fast and strong Puck could be if he wanted to.
"Dude don't even think about it, I'm warning you", Finn said. "Well, I also warned you, man. But obviously, you didn't care."
With that, Puck pushed him, and Finn fell backwards into the pool behind him.
Underwater, Finn's headache felt even worse than before. He sank down to the ground, counting the tiles of the ground. Down there, it was so peacefully calm, and he was alone.
Half a minute passed, and he slowly ran out of air, but he didn't care.
Thirty seconds, thirty-five secs…
Puck jumped into the pool, grabbing Finn by the arm and pushing him to the surface.
When Finn saw his best friend's shocked face, he had to laugh, gasping for air.
"Dammit, Hudson!", Puck shouted, slightly angry and leapt at him with his fists.
Mike amusedly watched while his two friends beat each other up halfheartedly.
Finally, Finn grabbed Puck, lifted him and threw him into the water. Puck landed with a loud splash. When he resurfaced, he glared daggers at Finn.
"You're one dead motherfucker, Finn!", he threatened, splashing him with water. Finn wiped his eyes, still laughing.
"Sorry, man", he said. "Forget it", Puck grumbled, but was smiling a bit. So now, they were even.
"Finn?", another voice said coyly.
Finn turned around.
On the edge of the pool, he could make out the designer shoes of his stepbrother, he was covering the sun.
He hadn't been at Mike's party yesterday, and for a split second, Finn thought that he was there to call him out because he and his bros skipped classes today.
But then, Finn inspected his face a little more, and gasped. His shoulders were slumped down, he was paler than usual. Finn quickly swam to the stairs, climbed out and went over to his brother.
Kurt's eyes were swollen and red, he must've cried a lot. Finn felt faint all of a sudden.
"What happened?", he asked, concerned.
Kurt wiped his eyes. "Finn", he whispered, sniffing. "I messed up."
A/N: Poor Kurt...