Okay, so here's chapter 2! It's quite a bit longer than the first one.
ETA: I decided I didn't like the pace of my story and it was making it hard for me to write more chapters! So starting with this chapter I'm editing out some stuff :) Hope you guys can bare with me.
Hope you like this next chapter!
Finn POV (Dinner with the girls)
"I mean, if he were dating say, popular pretty girls like us, he would go from dumpy to smokin'." Santana claimed.
"Uh Hello? Hey I'm right here. Do you guys mind like...including me in your conversations?"
This date was not going how I had planned, they kept insulting Rachel...plus it sort of seemed like they just wanted a free meal for making out. Don't get me wrong...two hot girls making out is totally hot. But I had thought it would maybe be a Finn sandwich, if you know what I mean.
Are they all like this? It seems like all the girls in my life are manipulative liars who want to use me as a status symbol. I just want someone who likes me, Finn, not the Football player, not the 'hot guy' or the lead male in glee club. I guess everyone has ulterior motives. Now that I really think about it, Kurt might be right. Girls are causing all the problems in my life. He did offer to help me process stuff today...maybe he's got some other kernels of wisdom I could use. Things ended a little awkward though, I should apologize to him at school tomorrow.
Kurt POV
I was nervous about my 'Hello' song for this afternoon, I mean...I'm pretty much proclaiming my love for Finn. I hope he doesn't run out of the classroom screaming. Our conversation yesterday (if you could call it that) left much to be desired. He had some kind of inner turmoil going on, I wonder if it had anything to do with what Brittany and Santana had asked him about.
As I walked towards the glee room I saw Finn leaning against the wall right outside the door. His eyes were shut and he was mumbling to himself. I cleared my throat as I got closer and his eyes shot open to meet my stare.
"Hi Kurt." That lopsided grin always made me swoon.
"Why hello there Finn...get it...HELLO, because of our songs this week." I chuckled to myself...what a wit I could be.
He looked at me oddly. "Um...yea, so anyways I wanted to talk to you. More like apologize I suppose. What you said yesterday was really sweet, I wanted to thank you and also take you up on your offer. Are you busy after school today?"
This just simply couldn't be happening. Finn wanted to spend time with me, alone and outside of school. My inner diva did a couple leaps of joy before I answered him. I tried not to sound too desperate "Not if you want to spend time together!" Damn my word vomit! "What I mean is...if you need me I'd be more than happy to find time in my schedule." That sounded less crazed, right?
Finn seemed not to notice, "Great, we can go to my house, you can drive us there after rehearsal."
We walked into the room together, most everyone else was already there sitting in their chairs. I found Mercedes and sat next to her. She jabbed me in the side and whispered "What were you and white boy talking about? We could all see you through the door...and you looked way too happy."
"I'm going over Finn's house after school," I squealed.
"You better watch it! I thought you were over him, don't go getting yourself caught up in his drama. You don't need your heart broken a second time." She eyed me suspiciously.
"No need to worry darling, this is strictly emotional support. I offered myself as a sounding board yesterday and he accepted. Nothing more than friends having a talk, okay?" Of course that may have been what I had offered, but I was honestly hoping for a little more. Finn was so incredible, handsome, heartfelt singer, trustworthy...I could go on but do I really need to?
"Kurt it's your turn to sing today," Mr. Schue spoke over the chatter.
Shit, I thought. If I sang that song right before I went over Finn's house it would make things totally awkward. Do I know another 'Hello' song off the top of my head? Did the title have to be hello or did the lyrics just have to include hello? I needed a song that didn't involve proclaiming love...and something easy.
I walked over to the guitarist and asked if he knew the song Cherry Bomb by the Runaways. He took a look at me, laughed and said "Yea, are you sure you know it?"
"Yes I do...smartass..." I mumbled the last part as he started the strum out the beginning beats.
Can't stay at home, can't stay in school
Old folks say ya poor little fool
Down the street, I'm the girl next door
I'm the fox you've been waiting for
Hello daddy, Hello mom
I'm your Ch Ch Ch Ch Cherry Bomb
Hello world, I'm your wild girl
I'm your Ch Ch Ch Ch Cherry Bomb
I finished up my song, ignoring the weird looks I was getting from my classmates.
"Come on guys...I think we've established that I like to sing female songs. It fits my range better." I tried to defend myself.
Schue spoke first "It's not that Kurt...it was just kind of a weird song choice for you. I feel like your songs usually relate to you more, but I suppose if that's the one you chose."
"What's a Cherry Bomb?" Puck asked. "It sounds kind of dirty," he smirked.
Of course he went there. "It's not dirty Puck, it's just a term referring to the lead singer 'Cherie Curry' being sassy." I corrected him. Whatever, it was worth the confusion from my classmates to not have scared Finn away this afternoon. I didn't want to ruin the chances of being his friend before it even began.
Finn POV
"So you don't know where I live, right?" I asked Kurt as we got into his car.
"That sounded less like a question and more like an accusation Finn," I turned to look at him and gave him my best confused look I could muster.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just didn't know if I needed to give you directions."
"Yes I need directions, I haven't the slightest clue where you live."
I mumbled occasional lefts and rights as we drove towards my house. Then I forgot that Kurt didn't know where he was going and he drove past my driveway. I guess that answered my question if he had ever secretly followed me home.
"Whoops, that was my house! Turn around." I said quickly.
"Way to be on top of things Finn," he was so cheeky.
My mom wasn't home yet, thankfully. I'm not sure how she would feel about letting me go to my room with a very obviously gay guy. Was my mom homophobic? I guess it had never come up, I doubted it, but it probably doesn't mean she'd be cool with me hooking up with a guy in the house.
Why am I thinking about hooking up with Kurt? He's here to talk, and I'm totally straight.
I glanced over at him. He was looking in the mirror by the door fixing his hair. It looked perfect already, I had no idea what he could possibly be doing to it. He was wearing his form fitting black pants, with some kind of checkered blazer. Kurt could pull off just about anything, I think he could probably even wear a skirt and make it look good.
"So...let's go to my room." Maybe this was a bad idea.
"Lead the way Finnigan," Kurt bounced up behind me ready to follow. He was pretty adorable...no one ever called me Finnigan. I tried to hide my smile as I walked upstairs.
I opened the door to my room slowly, trying to remember if I left any underwear sitting out. Shit there were dirty socks and a couple pairs of boxers sitting on my bed. I turned around to Kurt.
"Can you just...wait out here for a second, I need to move a few things." I squeezed in through the crack and grabbed my laundry. Shoving it under my bed I looked around my room. There was lotion and dirty tissues sitting on my bedside table. I threw away the tissues and put the lotion in a drawer. I'm sure it would be no surprise that I masturbated...but it didn't need to be so obvious!
"Okay come in!" I yelled, and Kurt walk in slowly with his hands over his eyes.
"Is it safe?" he asked peeking through his fingers. A sly grin on his face told me he knew exactly what I had been putting away.
"It was never dangerous...just...revealing." I replied, laughing a little.
"Great!" Kurt plopped himself on my bed. "So Mr. Hudson what did you want to talk about?"
I stood in front of Kurt, trying to remember what I had even wanted to talk about. Something about girls? Right. He was looking up at me expectantly, his eyes were grey today.
"Did you know your eyes change color?" I blurted out. Smooth Finn.
"I've been told that before, what color are they right now?"
"Grey."
Well this conversation was going swimmingly. Maybe I should sit down next to him. I slowly lowered myself onto the bed, a healthy distance from Kurt's leg which was bouncing to some song he must have been singing in his head.
"Remember a couple weeks ago...you told me that my problem was girls." I started.
"Yes, Finn. I was teasing though, I know that you like girls."
"Yea...well I was thinking...and I feel like you might be right."
Kurt stared at me blankly, his mouth hanging open in an 'O'.
"I'm not saying I'm gay! Just that, all the girls in my life seem to be kind of shitty."
"Oh Finn," he smiled. "You do seem to have bad taste in women, I mean, Rachel Berry? Really?" he put a hand on my leg and I felt a spark shoot up from my thigh. I jumped a little.
"Are you okay?"
"Yea, I'm fine." I replied.
"Sorry I won't touch you again, didn't mean to cross 'that' line." he looked taken aback.
"No, actually it was kind of nice." I put my hand out to Kurt's which was back in his lap and placed my whole hand on top of his. My fingers and palm were burning from the warmth of his skin. It was weird...I had never had this kind of reaction from touching Quinn or Rachel. It started to freak me out so I took my hand away as casually as I could.
"So...anyways. What do you want to do about these shitty girls?"
My hand felt cold after removing it from Kurt's lap.
"Do you think they're worth it? I mean...all the times I get shit on by them, are they worth the trouble?" Kurt looked confused.
"Finn you do remember that you're talking to Kurt Hummel right? The gay kid? The one who wants nothing more from woman except fashion chat and broadway recitals? I have never been with, nor do I ever plan to be with a woman...so I really don't think I'm qualified to answer that question for you."
"I guess I'm just confused. Don't ever repeat this...but I'm still a virgin. What if sex isn't as good as everyone makes it out to be?"
"I'm a romantic Finn. I'm fairly naive when it comes to physical acts of intimacy. That's why I like Broadway musicals, because the touch of fingertips is as sexy as it gets." Kurt looked down at his feet, clearly flushed with embarrassment. "As forthwith as I may be with my sexuality sometimes I pretty much know nothing on the matter. Maybe you just need to get it over with?"
It was silent for a few moments with both of us looking around the room at opposite corners.
"So with that, I bid you adieu. My father is probably wondering where I am. I'll see you tomorrow at school?" He looked a bit uncomfortable, did he regret coming over?
"See you then Kurt." I watched him walk out the door. Unsure if I should follow him. I saw him pause in the hall.
"It's only polite to walk me to the door Mr. Hudson," he smiled timidly as I left my bed and followed him downstairs.
"Till tomorrow?" I placed my hand on his once more. His eyes shown emerald up at me.
"Of course."
How am I going to figure this out?
I hope no one is too disappointed with the edit! I just think Finn needs a bit more time to come to terms with his feelings :) Always review!
