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Happy Thanksgiving, and thanks to the peeps out there who put this story in their favs and alerts, I was worried the number of people reading this just clicked on it and instantly hit the back button lol XD

Chapter Five

The iPod

They were at the park again with his car hidden in a secluded area with lots of trees and shading. It was the weekend, and she had finally relented to going a little further. After being held back for so long, Finn was so happy he wasn't sure where to start. They were in the back of his car, making out, their hands and legs so entangled in each other he didn't know which part was whose.

Just that his hand was up her skirt and his mind was a mess of white noise.

His fantasies were starting to come true. Maybe one day they could finally go all the way. One day he'd be enveloped in her tight wet heat, he'd hear her moan his name, hold him close to her naked, sweaty, trembling body and…

And he'd better not say Kurt's name.

Finn jolted and pulled away from Rachel's hungry lips. He worked to catch his breath, mentally cursing himself for thinking of his 'almost brother' at the most inopportune moment of his life.

Rachel frowned dazedly up at him. "What's wrong?" she asked breathlessly.

He blinked through the fog in his head and looked down at the beautiful-perfect-heavenly girl beneath him. He smiled slightly, realizing how lucky he was to have such a girl. All thoughts of Kurt vanished as he leaned down to capture her lips again.

"Nothing," he whispered.

…

Mike had come over again when Finn came back home, Mercedes was there too. For a second Finn thought Mike was visiting to play a few video games, but the tall teen was actually over to rehearse his song with Kurt.

Everyone seemed to be getting really enthusiastic about the show except him. It was probably because he wasn't playing as big a role as he usually would, and he wasn't familiar or really that interested in the songs they were doing.

So when Kurt invited him to come down and practice, he declined and went straight to his room for a nap. He wasn't feeling up for practice anyway. He was irritated.

He had no idea why he was irritated.

Rachel was finally willing to go further, he should have been ecstatic. He touched what he could once only imagine in his dreams. What the fuck? He should be grinning like an idiot and dancing to the skies!

Finn turned over in his bed and buried his face in his pillow. Something was wrong. No guy would still be frustrated after doing what he did with his girlfriend at the park. What the hell was wrong with him?

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Finn jerked, almost falling off the edge of his bed. He looked to the door where Mercedes was standing with her arms crossed looking quite intimidating. He'd forgotten to lock his door.

"Wh-what?" he stumbled, shrinking under her deadly glare.

"We come over to practice for the show, but you blow us off," she replied angrily, though with a hint of concern, "you've been acting like this in all the rehearsals, are you gonna be like this on opening night?"

"N-no!" wow she was really scary, did this show mean that much to her? He sat up, not quite sure what to say except, "have I really been that bad?"

"Even Schue's noticed," she arched an eyebrow, "he's probably gonna talk to you before practice tomorrow. Says you're probably not as into this 'cause you're not the star this time."

"That's not – "

"I know," she waved him off impatiently, "that's more of a Rachel thing, no offense." Finn sighed, he couldn't argue there. Mercedes took some sympathy, and dropped the glare. "So what's bugging you? Even from all the pop stuff we've done you've never been so lazy."

What was bugging him? He had a gorgeous-wonderful-hot girlfriend who he just went a little further with; for once he wasn't the star of glee's new show which took a load off him, his mother was happy with Burt, his grades were good, football was going great, everything was fine. So why wasn't he happy?

"I…" he frowned, desperately skimming through his mind for anything that could even slightly be troubling him. He wanted so badly to know what was wrong, why couldn't he figure it out? "I don't know."

Mercedes stepped into his room, she could tell he was having trouble, and she wasn't one to leave her friends wallow in it alone. "Are you even interested in the show?" He hesitantly shook his head, fearing her lashing out at him, but unwilling to lie. She would have caught him anyway. "Have you listened to the original music then?"

He froze, caught between saying yes and no. He heard the songs they'd been practicing, but he never made the effort to hear the originals, so he only knew them by the modernish interpretations glee had been making. Would Mercedes kill him if he said no?

She smacked her forehead and grabbed his hand, dragging him out of his room. "Come on, Kurt has all the songs on his iPod, you need some education."

All he could do was stumble after her, unable to protest or pull away. Then Mercedes would really kill him.

…

Kurt was someone who not only got first dibs on the latest fashions, but also someone who somehow manages to acquire the latest technology. He had several types of iPods ranging from the early original, to the Shuffle, the Nano, the Nano with the built in camera, the Touch, and now the Pad. Finn was still working to buy that last one and was unbelievably jealous Kurt already had it. So when Mercedes told him that Finn neglected to listen to the original songs for glee, the honorary girl had no problem with lending him one of his iPod's.

He just had to lend him his floweriest one too…

The three glee members stood before Finn as he sat on Kurt's couch with the headphones plugged in and the ipod on Glenn Miller's In the Mood. It wasn't one of the songs they would be doing for the show, but neither was most of the stuff on Kurt's playlist. He pulled up all the music he had plus more to give Finn a better scope of the era they were going to revive. He was tedious like that.

Seeing that Finn was going to seriously listen to the music, the three friends went on to rehearse their songs. Finn couldn't hear them over the drums and trumpets of In the Mood. He settled back in the couch with a small sigh, regretting ever telling Mercedes about not listening to the originals. He could be napping by now.

In the Mood dragged on to Sing Sing Sing, which went on to Minnie the Moocher, and on and on and on. By the time Billie Holiday's Summertime came on, he was starting to nod off.

No one bothered him, too caught up in their own thing. A few minutes of sleep wouldn't be bad would it?

Summertime drifted into the recesses of his mind, followed by the low thumps of drums and an indifferent bass that made him picture a curvy incredibly sexy woman in a diamond studded dress approaching him. Her fingers were snapping to the beat, plump kissable lips smirking, silky black hair waved out and resting over tan shoulders.

It was Rachel.

"Never know how much I love you," her low sultry voice sent chills up his spine. It was like honey sliding down his throat, and it was her voice alone that quietly took over the music echoing behind her.

But it couldn't be her voice.

It was too low to be her sweet straight pitched style. This felt raw and luxurious and velvety somehow. Finn couldn't think of the right word to describe it other than saucy. He heard this somewhere, but where?

She crawled over him, straddling his hips and throwing her arms around his neck. He held her loosely around the small of her back, craning his neck for her to have better access as she leaned for it.

"When you put your arms around me…" she hummed into his ear, trailing soft kisses down his neck.

He had definitely heard that voice before. Only one person had it, and it had never affected him as much as it did now. He shivered, her voice vibrating against his skin, his chest, his whole body…

This wasn't Rachel.

His voice whispered against his lips, "You give me fever…"

Mischievous teal eyes sparkled back at him. Finn trembled underneath him, whether from fear or excitement he couldn't tell.

He leaned in, pressing his lips against Kurt's.

"NO!" his sense of balance warped on him. For two seconds something roughly slid past his side and then something hard and flat slammed against him painfully. Grunting, he rolled over whatever hit him and realized he'd fallen from the couch and hit the floor. One of the headphones fell away; it was still on Peggy Lee's Fever.

"Had a nice trip?" Mercedes asked dryly while Kurt and Mike tried hard not to laugh.

Finn stumbled to his feet, ripping the other headphone out of his ear. "I think I'm done with this," he caught Mercedes's heated glare, "for today I mean."

"You fell asleep, I don't think you even got the whole meaning of anything you listened to," Kurt suppressed a giggle, trying to be serious, "I'm letting you borrow my iPod for the rest of the – "

"No," Finn cut in quickly, unable to look him in the eye with the dream, or rather nightmare, still fresh in his mind.

He kissed Kurt. He kissed a guy. His future stepbrother!

Now Kurt wasn't laughing, finally catching onto the panicked look on Finn's face. He exchanged a confused glance with Mercedes.

"Dude, did you have a nightmare or something?" Mike was still on the verge of laughter, though he was starting to see how freaked out Finn was as well.

"Yeah – no – kind of," he fumbled with untangling himself from the headphones before tossing it to a startled Kurt. "I need a break."

"Wait, what?" Kurt chased him up the stairs and grabbed his arm. "What the hell, Finn? It's just – " he stumbled backwards from the sharp jab of Finn pushing him away, and would have fallen down the stairs if he hadn't grabbed the railing in time.

No one said a word, too shocked that Finn actually almost pushed Kurt down the stairs. Kurt looked up at him with wide and slightly hurt eyes. He was mostly pissed though, and there was an angry stream of eloquent insults ready to roll off his tongue.

"Oh hell no!" Mercedes ran to beat Finn up, but the still shocked Mike held her back.

The last vestiges of the nightmare drifted from his fogged mind, and Finn came back into the reality of what he'd just done. He paled, unsure of what else to do as he watched Kurt get his footing. The smaller teen gingerly touched a growing bruise on his arm where the railing hit him.

"I'm sorry, I…I didn't mean to – " he flinched when Kurt shoved his iPod into his hands, glaring frostily at him, his normally teal eyes brightening fiercely to almost icy blue. At least that's what Finn thought when he shrank under that terrifying gaze.

"I have no idea what's wrong with you," he said stonily, "but don't you dare let it out on me. You're listening to those songs whether you like it or not. You're co-captain of glee club, if you're going to continue slacking off I'll rip that title from you with my bare hands!"

Despite being significantly taller than Kurt, especially now that he was two steps above him, Finn felt really intimidated and was close to visibly cowering. He'd never seen him like this before, and he couldn't blame him, he'd never physically hurt Kurt before. He was really regretting it now. He freaked out unnecessarily from that nightmare.

"You might as well leave; you weren't interested in practicing anyway," the shorter teen turned away dismissively and returned to his still stunned friends.

Finn gulped. He had two choices here. Prove Kurt wrong and stay, or leave so that he wouldn't have to face the embarrassment of Mercedes and Mike eyeing him with shock and disappointment like they were now. Not to mention the awkwardness he still felt around Kurt because of the nightmare. And Mercedes would have beaten the crap out of him anyway.

He all but ran out of the basement.

…

Mercedes and Mike stayed for a few more hours. A time in which Finn obligingly listened to Kurt's iPod. He was lucky their parents weren't home or he'd have gotten an earful over what happened earlier. Burt still terrified him.

He honestly didn't know why he reacted so strongly to the nightmare. It wasn't real; he had no desire whatsoever to be in a lip-lock with Kurt. And judging from Kurt's recent behavior, neither did he.

Finn turned from his side to stare at the ceiling of his room. There was a gray blotch in the shape of a weird ice cream sundae. It usually made him hungry, but now only made his guilt filled stomach feel even worse.

It was just a nightmare. The only reason he thought of Kurt when that song came up was because their voices sounded kind of the same. Was this another ploy to seduce him?

Finn angrily ran a hand through his hair. He had to stop thinking that. Whenever Kurt schemed something it would always be obvious, and it would always blow up in his face. He turned him down like fifteen times already! He got the picture!

He got the picture…

Finn shut his eyes in an effort to relax. That longing and sometimes sad look Kurt had always given him. It wasn't there anymore. The times he tried flirting with him. He didn't do that anymore. He didn't do anything.

For the first time since he met him, Kurt finally got over his crush on him. He moved on.

Finn was free.

He turned to his side and, without realizing it, clutched Kurt's iPod close to his chest.

If he was free, why wasn't he happy?

TBC