Chapter 26- Cracked Cesspool


"If he sings with you, I guarantee he'll take so much crap, he'll have to quit Glee Club. Your call, dude."

Kurt dropped his tray. It clanged loudly against the metal, alarming Finn and making him jump.

"This is all very interesting, Finn. Very interesting."

Finn rolled his eyes. "Not here, dude. Let's just go to the choir room or something, okay? Where you calm down."

Kurt smiled. "I'm perfect calm. I shouldn't be, considering everything that you've just said to me."

"I'm being reasonable with you, man. Think about Sam in all of this. It's not fair to him."

"What's not fair is you equalling me to a stalker and a sexual predator. I had a crush, Finn, it happens. You're telling me you never acted lustfully towards someone you were crushing on? Not Rachel? Not Quinn? Not Santana?"

Finn opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.

"Exactly. You won't outright say it, but you know. You know that deep down, this is all just you and your homophobia, Finn. I spoke to Sam about singing a duet and he's fine with it. He actually suggested some good choices for us. So it's you and the fact that you're uncomfortable with me singing with a guy. You spoke for Sam and you were wrong."

"You don't understand."

Kurt chuckled. "No, Finn. You don't understand. I like Sam. He's nice to me when most guys aren't. He doesn't judge him and he listens. We're friends. I'm not going to try and convert him, I'm not going to advance upon him in a predatory way. I'm going to talk to him and laugh at his jokes. Like friends do."

"But you're crushing on him like you did with me!"

Kurt folded his arms, his voice getting slightly louder. "Where is your proof? So you saw us talking once? Big deal, I talk to a lot of people each day. So do you. This is all about the fact that you don't want to see two boys singing a song together, especially not when one of them is gay and used to have feelings for you. You and Puck can do duets, you and Artie, any other combination can do duets. Why is the rule different for me, Finn?"

Finn fidgeted. "We don't sing love songs with each other."

"Who says Sam and I are singing a love song? Assumptions again, Finn. They don't help anybody. Least of all you."

"We need Sam in Glee, Kurt. I don't want this to drive him away."

Kurt sighed, tipping his head back in laughter. "The only thing that's going to drive him away is your poisonous attitude towards human emotions. Maybe you haven't properly dealt with your internalised homophobia and whatever happened in the basement last year, but you need to, Finn. Times are changing and you need to choose what side you're going to stand on when it does. Wait a second. I'm sorry."

Finn began to smile, but Kurt's glare made it fade away.

"Should I even be standing this close to you? The restraining order is like fifty feet, yeah?"

"Keep your voice down, I didn't actually get a restraining order, I said that if I'd have—."

"Yeah I know what you said, Finn," Kurt smirked, getting louder. "You said that if you'd have acted that way towards a girl, she would have taken out a restraining order. So my question is…why haven't they? Why hasn't Quinn for all the times you objectified her and made her feel uncomfortable? Why haven't all of the Cheerios for the times that you and Puckerman peeped into the girls' locker room? Because you're overreacting, that's why! You can't handle your own prejudice, Finn.

"And sure I might have done some things that seemed questionable, but that's nothing compared to what you guys get away with. I never made a move on you, I never forced you into anything. And here you are acting like I tried to molest you or something. What's your deal, Finn?"

Finn looked around. All of the eyes in the cafeteria were on him. He didn't like that, he had a reputation to uphold, after all. "Can we just do this later?"

"Why? So you can be a homophobic asshole without everybody knowing about it? Without Rachel finding out that you'd find her two dads singing together unnerving? Tough shit, Finn, we're dealing with this right now. You don't get to bully me into making decisions that you think are in my best interest. And for you to say that I don't care about the Glee Club if I sing with a boy is way out of line. Even further, for you to suggest that I'm putting Sam in physical danger just by singing a song with him? That's preposterous. Who would even know about it?"

Finn frowned. "Now that you've announced it? Well, everyone."

Kurt threw his hands up. "These people don't care about Glee Club. They care about nothing but themselves and maybe Ryan Gosling. The point is that it's a private rehearsal. The only people that would've seen Sam and I singing together would be the Glee Club. I don't think anybody in Glee would target Sam and make him quit Glee because we sang together. Or were you just worried that we'd win and go to Breadstix together?"

Finn accepted his lecture and nodded.

"Friends have dinner together. I often have dinner with Santana and Mercedes. Quinn joins sometimes. I have a standing appointment for lunch with Brittany every Saturday afternoon. Why should Sam be any different? Because he's a boy and I like boys? In case you haven't noticed, Sam likes girls. So that wouldn't be a problem."

"You could still crush on him."

"Oh, Finn, that's not the issue. Not every guy I crush on is going to overreact like you did. And one day I'm going to find a guy who is gay and does want to date me. And as my almost probably step-brother, you're going to have to accept that."

Kurt turned on his heel and left the cafeteria, ignoring his lunch, too angry to eat. As he stalked down the corridor, he saw a familiar, pleasant smile just above him that calmed him down right away.

"Hey, I was thinking about doing something by The Civil Wars for our duet. I know it's a little folksy, but we could arrange it to suit both of our styles? What do you think?"

Kurt grinned and leaned into Sam's arm. "Let's just say I can't wait for our first date at Breadstix."

Sam beamed back at him. "Not the place I would've taken you, but it's a free meal and unlimited breadsticks, so who can say no to that?"

Kurt patted his bicep lightly. "That's my boy."


Author's Note: I know that this story is marked complete and has been for over a year now, but I'm currently rewatching Season 2 and I just finished the scene I wrote about here and it got me angry and I realised that I hadn't addressed it. Tonally, this chapter is all over the place and it's a little incoherent but it's late and I was too fired up to write it properly. It kinda gets across Kurt's frustration in a meta way. I'm not sure if I'll add any more chapters to this, but it's a possibility, so it'll be marked Complete even if I do add more chapters because I never know which ones are the last ones...

Though if you do want some more chapters (I think you guys do because this story keeps getting hits even after 'completion'), just give me some prompts with what you'd like to see and I'll definitely write it!