Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Nine Inch Nails's music

A/N: sorry, some straight prons up ahead

Chapter Three

The Power of Closer

He texted Rachel about Kurt's secret weapon, feeling a little guilty at possibly ruining the other boy's chances at getting the solo. However, if he didn't text her, she'd blame him for not warning her about Kurt's brilliant scat singing since he lived with him and would obviously know about it.

Yes, if he thought about it that way, his conscience was clear.

He was still sitting nervously among the club members as Rachel and Kurt prepared to duke it out. When Mr. Schue arrived, though, he came out with a fast one.

"Mike I really liked your version of It Don't Mean a Thing," he said, looking to the startled teen. Finn looked from Mike to Mr. Schue, to the two competitors who now looked alarmed. "I completely forgot to tell you before that the whole reason for the swing jazz show we're putting on is because you've inspired it."

"Mr. Schue?" Rachel said in a forced calm tone, "I don't understand."

The Spanish teacher turned to her and noticed his comment came out wrong. "We're still having the duel, but after thinking more about it, Mike's version reminded me that there's never really been one good adaptation of It Don't Mean a Thing, they're all excellent! Which is why I'm thinking of changing the song from solo to maybe a duet, make it more fun." At the word 'duet' Rachel instantly looked to Finn who tensed, knowing she was about to claim the song for the both of them, "with Mike."

"What?" Mike sat up. He liked the praise, and even being called an inspiration, but after the whole thing with the Rocky Horror, he had more time to consider that maybe he wasn't quite ready for a lead role yet, and after seeing Mercedes in the fishnet stockings and heavy make-up he knew he wasn't brave enough to go that far.

"I know you wanted to be Frankenfurter for the last show, but trust me, there'll be nothing inappropriate in this show, you can have your chance now," Mr. Schue was right on that part, but he failed to notice Mike's growing wariness.

"Um…sure," he mumbled. Sam clapped him on the shoulder and Tina held his hand.

"You'll do fine," they both said in unison, surprising each other. Mike eyed the two oddly as Tina raised an eyebrow at Sam who just laughed and backed off in embarrassment.

"Well then," Mr. Schue clapped his hands, ending any further weak protests from Mike, "now that we have that settled, let's get to the duel! Kurt, heads or tails?" he pulled out a quarter from his pocket.

…

It was probably from driving home alone in heavy traffic that was to blame for Finn to pause and think back to what had been happening the past few days. Normally he would have stayed at Rachel's house for a bit, but after glee club she made a totally unnecessary and really cruel unfair rule to not stay at her place while they were getting ready for the swing show. She said he was a distraction that almost cost her to lose the duel against Kurt.

That duel…

That was the weirdest battle Finn had ever witnessed, and from the looks on everyone else including their teacher, they felt the same.

Rachel sang first. She had changed her style a little bit due to the warning he gave her earlier, and added a bit of guitar and scat enough the wow the audience. Finn was sure she'd win; he'd been listening to Kurt practice all night to know he didn't have anything up his sleeve to counter Rachel.

He'd forgotten how versatile the guy was when threatened at the last second. Kurt had no idea how to play the guitar, but he definitely knew how to play the piano. Rachel's guitar playing made him think of high-end jazzy restaurants or café's with poetic beatniks who snapped their fingers when they thought something was cool. Kurt's piano playing transported him to the swing/jazz era in a tiny underground bar with dancing and laughing patrons, clinking gin filled glass's, and Duke Ellington on stage working his magic on the piano as Ella Fitzgerald sang beside him effortlessly hitting high and low notes.

To be able to do that to someone who knew nothing about swing… Finn knew Kurt won. Rachel knew Kurt won. Everyone knew Kurt won.

Then Mr. Schue did something unexpected. Again.

He pulled Mike down and made him sing the song again with the two competitors, not as a duo, but as a trio.

It was an explosion of modern versus classical. Kurt had stayed with the piano, but Rachel pulled out the Les Paul, much to Artie's terror. Mike, not wanting to be left behind, whipped out some crazy fusion of break dancing and Lindy Hop, though he wasn't aware at the time that the latter was already a form of dance, he just made it up.

Strangely this wasn't what stunned everyone.

It was faint at first because it was unavoidable in the lyrics, but it soon branched out to improv when Rachel's competitive spirit couldn't hold back anymore. It turned into an all out scat singing war.

And it got everyone to dance.

Maybe it was intentional what Mr. Schue did. He mentioned that swing was all about having fun and letting your feet sing. Kurt provided the classical point of the song, while Rachel provided the modern, and Mike provided a fusion of both through entertainment.

It was a strange trio, yet it made sense. They made Finn dance, which was an extreme rarity, so he knew they were good.

It was still weird though…

But if Rachel was going to tote around the Les Paul again, he was all for it.

The cars ahead finally started moving a little. Sighing, Finn inched forward as well. There must have been an accident up ahead. It was a good thing Kurt took his own car for home, otherwise he'd be running his mouth off, criticizing Finn missing opportunities of cutting people behind him or something. Not that Finn wouldn't do the same if Kurt were the driver.

They had tried driving together to school once. Never again.

Kurt told Finn he daydreamed too much and almost got them killed ten times in the time it took them to get from home to school. On the drive back Finn complained that Kurt was too worried over ruining the car's paint job that he drove slower than his grandma.

So yeah. Never again.

He frowned as he changed lanes, hoping the new one was faster. It was just as slow. He hated that. One lane looks fast, but as soon as you switch, the lane you were on before starts moving faster than the one you switched to.

The house was only ten minutes away too. He leaned back in his seat and picked up his bag of chips. Dinner wasn't for another two hours, but he was starving.

Someone honked their horn next to him, their music blaring out. It was a Powerman 5000 song. Ever since Kurt sang that one song, he heard them everywhere.

"Nobody's real but they're willing to let you know! Nobody's real but they'll feel it tonight!"

Finn really couldn't understand why Kurt saw the appeal to the band. They weren't Broadway, or pop, or even jazz. Maybe he was going through a phase. Or Sam was teaching him how to sing rock songs…

Sam. He was definitely something out of left field teaching his girlfriend guitar. It was kind of amazing how the new kid easily fit in with glee.

Finn refused to admit it, but he was starting to feel a little left out.

…

After an hour of squeezing through traffic and oogling at the massive truck turned sideways, Finn finally made it home to a worried mother who had seen the accident earlier. Apparently it happened around the time he should have been on his way home. Luckily for him he made a stop at the nearest market for some junk food because his stomach demanded it.

So if he hadn't been a selfish pig he wouldn't be oogling the accident, he would have been the accident. Lucky he was such a glutton then…

Kurt arrived scot free too, having taken a faster route home to practice It Don't Mean a Thing. The smart little…

Finn was still amazed of his sheer luck when his mother called from the kitchen that dinner was ready. Thoughts on the accident erased at the prospect of food, Finn was halfway out of the living room when she called back asking that he get Kurt too.

Damn it.

He dragged his feet to the basement door, hearing a faint sound coming from the inside. Great, he was probably listening to Powerman 5000 or some other random rock band.

As he walked down the stairs he realized the music wasn't from the aforementioned band, nor any other possible bands Kurt could currently be into.

"Help me; it's your sex I can smell."

The music was coming from the stereo, though the original singer was muted out, it was a karaoke again. The singer was in the middle of the room, clinging to the mic stand as if it were a lover, running his hands up and down the black pole, his body slowly grinding against it in a strangely incredibly masculine way. His back was to him, unaware that he had an audience. It was déjà vu all over again.

Finn was really glad it was him who walked in and not Burt or his mother, because if it was either of them, they would have had a heart attack. And they didn't need another scare like that again...

"Help me become somebody else, I wanna fuck you like an animal," Kurt gripped the mic suddenly, pulling the mic closer to him, "I wanna feel you from the inside," he slid his body slowly up and down the pole. "I wanna fuck you like an animal!"

Finn cleared his throat loudly, but it was drowned out by the music. He tried again, and it was drowned once more.

"Kurt!" he yelled, leaning over the railing. The other teen jolted and whipped around, complete horror written all over his pale features. He fumbled around for the remote in his pocket and quickly shut off the stereo. "Uh…dinner's ready…" Finn said lamely.

"Oh…um…" Kurt busily straightened up his clothes, blindly tossing his remote to the general direction of his bed. "Okay, I'll be there in a minute."

Knowing he overstayed his welcome, Finn hesitantly left the basement, not quite sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him, and if what he just witnessed actually happened and he wasn't imagining things.

Whatever it was, it made him feel really dirty.

...

He avoided Kurt the next day. After thinking about it all night, he came to conclusion that what happened yesterday was another ploy to seduce him. It had to be. First Kurt sets their parents up to get close to him, then he does all these little things like redecorate their room, strike up random conversations, and now seduce him with a song! Didn't he make it clear to Kurt that he wasn't interested!

Of course, he didn't realize until glee club that Kurt was avoiding him as well. He didn't look him in the eye, and even moved the farthest from him in the bleachers. Now Finn just felt like an ass.

"All right with It Don't Mean a Thing set up, how about we practice Minnie the Moocher," Mr. Schue announced. Finn forgot. They hadn't really set up anything for the other songs what with the whole big thing surrounding Rachel and Kurt's battle.

"I'd like to do it, Mr. Schue," Mercedes raised her hand. Nodding, he waved for her to come up front.

Everything seemed to be going well as they practiced each song until Mr. Schue assigned Peggy Lee's Fever to Quinn. Rachel had been eyeing that song. It was a repeat of what happened with Tina, but unlike last time, she didn't explode and leave with a slam of the door. She calmed down and listened to Mr. Schue's reasons for why he chose Quinn. It was a surprise, but she backed down and accepted the other song he wanted her to sing, La Vie en Rose.

She'd grown in the past year, Finn noticed. He smiled when she joined him to practice one of the songs. When the rule of not staying at her place was lifted, he was going to shower her with as much love as he could muster.

...

"I'm not going to tell anyone what happened last night," Finn sighed. Their parents had gone out on a movie date. Kurt and Finn had been in the kitchen serving themselves the food Carole had prepared. All the while Kurt was keeping as far away from him as possible, which was a feat seeing as there wasn't much distance to go from the stove.

Kurt winced, a light blush on his cheeks. "I know," he mumbled. "It's just…embarrassing…"

"That you were dry humping the mic stand?" Finn blurted, gaining a sharp glare from the other teen. "What? What else do you want me to say? It's what I saw, no big deal. At least you weren't naked or something, and it was lucky I walked in and not Burt or my mom."

Kurt looked at him in horror, "yes it was lucky," he quietly piled some salad on his plate, "but I was just taking a break from all those swing songs – I don't do that all the time."

"To be honest I was just shocked you listen to Nine Inch Nails," he moved his plate to the counter and went to grab a glass of Pepsi. "The Powerman 5000 is one thing, but…now you're just weirding me out with all this rock stuff, I feel like I'm in the twilight zone or something."

Then it hit him. It made sense that Rachel chose to play the guitar as a way of beefing up her resume, but it was also to impress Finn. He knew that now, that's why she wanted it to be a surprise for him the day of that jam session. And she certainly succeeded in upping his attraction for her.

Kurt might have been doing the same thing. Finn's earlier theory that his Closer performance was a ploy in seducing him fit in this as well. Finn preferred rock over the girly pop music glee had been singing, he even talked to Mr. Schue about it. Kurt was trying to get to him through rock music!

Shit. What should he do? Didn't he make it clear enough that he wasn't interested? Why the hell was Kurt being so persistent!

"Finn!" Kurt shouted, running to grab a handful of napkins, "you're wasting the soda, and it's not even going in your cup!"

Shaking his head, Finn looked down at his cup and realized that for the past minute he'd been serving the counter and the floor Pepsi. Swearing under his breath, he took the napkins handed to him and started wiping the mess.

Kurt joined him on the floor as soon as the counter was cleaned and their hands brushed for a millisecond. Finn jumped back in surprise. He mentally cursed himself, now Kurt was going to accuse him of being homophobic again.

"What?" he looked up at Finn, completely confused. With the panicked look on the guy's face, Kurt tried and failed to keep a straight face, "did you just slip or something?"

Huh? Finn almost frowned before realizing this was a perfect opportunity to play off his reaction. "Shut up," he managed to honestly look embarrassed.

"Clutz," Kurt laughed. Finn relaxed, and they continued to clean the floor.

...

Dinner was uneventful, quiet, and quick. After the soda spill Finn had relaxed, knowing that Kurt wasn't going to pull anything on him. He hadn't anyway, now that he thought about it. Maybe he was genuinely interested in rock, and not doing it to win his favor.

Finn went on to a second helping of dinner after Kurt finished and washed the dishes. He couldn't understand why the boy wouldn't help himself to a second serving of food; his mother's cooking was delicious!

Instead Kurt went downstairs and started practicing the music for glee. No Nine Inch Nails, or any other rock song interrupted his practice. Finn was relieved; he didn't think he could take another lewd performance like the one from last night.

After dumping his plate in the sink he went to his room, mind set on a nice hot shower.

With the rule Rachel had put up, it left Finn frustrated with not having any coupling time with her. They kissed a little bit in school, and in his car, but it wasn't enough, and she was incredibly stubborn.

So he had to settle with satisfying his frustrations in the shower. Albeit, he hadn't thought of doing that when he stepped into the bath tub, he really just wanted to shower, do some homework, play a few video games, and go to sleep. Rachel had given in a little today when he drove her home. They took a detour to the park and had some fun, he was satisfied.

He was in the middle of scrubbing soap over his chest when he recalled her hands exploring his stomach, his back, his chest…her lips on his neck…

Finn shut his eyes, vividly recalling everything they did at the park, and everything he wished they did. She wanted it to be special, in a place with no potential interruptions, when they were both sure, and when they were on a bed and not in a car.

He wanted it to be special too, his moment with Santana taught him that, but when all the blood rushed south leaving nothing north, he wanted it now, wherever they were. He couldn't understand how Rachel could keep her sanity when they were both so close to doing it.

Maybe that's why he had a raging hard on now. Rachel may have satisfied him today, but it wasn't enough.

He sighed, he wasn't planning on doing this, but whatever, it was there and it needed attention. He thought back to the fantasies that developed ever since his girlfriend held the Les Paul.

She was playing Closer, hips swinging to the beat. He hugged her from behind, sneaking a hand up her shirt to grab a soft round breast. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples hardened under his touch. His other hand traveled down and pulled up her plaid skirt to finger the hot wetness between her legs. She wasn't wearing underwear either.

She groaned, spreading her legs and grinding her perfectly round ass against his hardness. He latched on to her neck and suckled on the skin there…

Biting his lip, Finn grabbed himself, eyes still shut in the fantasy. Soapy hands running over himself as ihe imagined Rachel would.

He was inside her. Wet, burning, tight, and so good…

He gripped himself more firmly, hips rolling into his hand as if he were really inside Rachel.

His hands ran over her stomach. Slightly firm with developing muscles, but still soft and curvy. She moaned his name, begging for more. Harder. Faster.

He was close. Finn licked his lips and bit them again, knowing the only other person in the house was in the basement, but still afraid to make any noise despite the staccato of the shower being loud enough to hide any moan he'd let slip.

Her hips were meeting his in their blind fervor to reach climax. Her mouth delectably parted, panting and crying out in ecstasy. She shuddered. He couldn't hold on anymore.

"Kurt…!"

Finn let out a stifled moan of surprise as he came, seed hitting the tiled wall. As he caught his breath from his climax he slowly came to realize what he said, or rather moaned.

His eyes widened in horror as he stood there in the tub, the only sound being his settling breaths and the loud pitiless shower raining over him.

TBC