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Chapter Eight

The Proposition

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"…Good thing…nurses office…sucked…"

"…Eating…caused…like that…"

"He's been…weird…days…idea…"

Finn stirred, recognizing the cold antibacterial odors that could only make him think of hospitals, needles, and people in white coats who were either terrible comedians or snobbishly smart.

What was he doing in the nurse's office?

"You go ahead to class, I have history with him right now, I'll just make sure he gets there if he's feeling up to it."

"But…" a sigh, "fine, but if he's not, call me so I can drive him home."

That was Kurt.

Finn froze in his uncomfortable position, hoping no one caught him waking up. He could hear his footsteps echoing away into silence. What was Kurt doing here?

And why was he in the nurse's office in the first place?

He remembered dropping Rachel off to class, then heading off to history. He wasn't feeling well. Kurt stopped him to tell him something. Then he…he…

What did he do?

"I have to go to the bathroom; can you watch the office for me?"

"Sure."

"Thanks, I've been wanting to go like crazy – don't touch the medicine cabinet, I'll know if you've messed with anything."

"I won't!"

Shit. He was hoping Sam would leave like Kurt. He tried feigning sleep again, but a hand was shaking his shoulder.

"She's gone, you can stop pretending now."

Finn peered an eye open. Sure enough there was Sam sitting by his flat practically plastic bed with that stupid lopsided grin. "What happened?" Finn mumbled.

"You fainted," Sam nodded promptly, "on top of Kurt."

His head sank into his rock of a pillow. "Great…"

He fainted. Of course he fainted. Finding out he was harboring a huge crush on his 'almost stepbrother' wasn't humiliating enough, now he had to freak out like a girl and faint on top of him! In front of the whole school too!

Jeez he really blew everything out of proportion. How could he be so sure that he was in love with the guy? He may have swooned… a little…when he sang Fever, had one or two wet dreams of him, and he may have imagined kissing him when kissing his girlfriend – that still didn't prove that he was in love with him! He hadn't had a decent conversation with him in weeks; he could be confusing his feelings for a desire for brotherly bonding! And he was most definitely not clinging to that stupid iPod like it was the only connection he had left of Kurt, that was just lame!

On top of him? His life managed to suck harder than it already had.

Kurt was probably complaining about how he ruined his Gucci shirt or something.

"How'd I get here?" he was a pretty tall guy, there was no way anyone could have carried him to the nurse's office. Unless Sam and Kurt carried him together.

Oh god he really hoped that's not what happened.

"We got you to wake up and walk a bit, but you weren't really all there so I guess you don't remember that," Sam shrugged. Finn sighed in relief, "besides you fainted right at the door so it didn't take much effort to get you here."

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Did I really fall on top of him?"

"Yep."

"Ugh," his face dug further into the pillow, "really not cool."

"Could have been worse, you could have made out with him."

He tensed. The quick rebuff he wanted to say died in his throat in his horror that Sam knew exactly how he felt for the gleek.

Or Sam could have been joking.

"Y-yeah, that could have been bad," he said cautiously. "I mean…he's a guy and…"

"And you like him," Sam deadpanned.

"What?" he sat up, giving an awkward laugh, "no I don't! He's like a brother – "

"Dude, I saw you looking at him yesterday like he was some kind of delicious piece of meat, no one does that unless they really like them," Sam cut in matter-of-factly, "admit it, you like Kurt, and I bet it's the reason why you fainted…unless you really aren't eating properly."

"But he's…but…" he flushed, was he really looking at Kurt that way yesterday? "well…you like Mike!" Childish thing to say, but he didn't know what else to shoot back.

Now Sam was blushing. Ha! He won!

He rubbed the back of his neck, "Am I that obvious?"

Finn's jaw dropped. The blond wasn't even denying it! He sank in defeat. Sam had more balls in admitting his feelings than he did.

"I guess if even you've noticed, the whole school probably knows," Sam sighed. Finn narrowed his eyes. Was that a jab at his intelligence? "But I still don't know if I like him that way, and even if I do it doesn't matter," he mumbled.

Finn fidgeted uneasily. How could he talk about this so easily? Was he that comfortable with his sexuality? Finn remembered Tina mentioning something about Sam's old school. He found himself wondering the same thing, were issues like these handled differently in all boy's schools? Or in just Sam's old school?

Compared to Sam's reaction, Finn felt like a five year old.

"Have you thought about telling Kurt?"

Finn flinched. As if. There was no way he was going to tell the fashion diva his feelings. Judging from his reaction, Sam understood and nodded in agreement. It didn't make Finn feel any better. "I don't know if I like him! I'm probably just confusing this with something else!"

Sam put up his hands defensively, "okay I get it!" he let them drop on his lap. Finn huffed and settled on the really uncomfortable bed. Sam sank back in his chair. About a whole minute of silence passed when he decided to speak again. "So does Rachel know?"

"No."

Oh man. Rachel. Now he really felt terrible. She was almost nonexistent to him now when just a few days ago she was all he could think about. Finn wondered for the millionth time how Kurt managed to erase her so effortlessly from his mind.

Sam studied him closely. Like Finn had been watching him, he'd been watching Finn. He knew the Frankenteen wasn't showing as much affection to his girlfriend as he used to. They barely kissed or held hands; it was a rare occasion when they would even talk. Granted, he didn't stalk them, so he didn't know how accurate his observations were, but he did notice the stray glances Finn had been giving Kurt.

The confusion in his eyes, the fact that he was always listening to that flowery iPod, and that moment in the auditorium was all a dead giveaway.

But he couldn't be quite sure. Just like he wasn't sure if he really liked Mike, or if it was all just hormones acting up.

"I don't know if I'm physically attracted to Mike, or if there's more to it," he blurted out. Finn frowned at him. "When did you start to notice?"

A light pink tinged Finn's cheeks. He really didn't want to explain himself to the blond, especially when he wasn't sure himself how these feelings started up. Sam may have had the bravery to admit his feelings, but he wasn't there yet. He didn't want anyone to know, he wanted to forget them, bury them, revive what he felt for Rachel, remind himself that he was straighter than an arrow.

Sam was waiting patiently. He supposed in a sense it was only fair to spill a little if he was willing to do the same. Sam seemed to be relieved to have someone to talk to if that look on his face was anything to go by.

But he really didn't want to talk.

Then again he would probably go crazy by the end of the day if he didn't. There was a glee meeting today. Kurt would be there.

"Don't tell anyone," he said quietly, hating how vulnerable he sounded and felt. Sam merely nodded. "I guess when he came to sing that Powerman 5000 song."

"What?" Sam gaped with a bit of a grin, "that was like weeks ago? That's pretty fast!"

"What about you then?" Finn argued, blushing harder in embarrassment "You transferred here and started going out with Quinn, now you like Mike?".

"I told you, I'm not sure if – "

"You like Mike?"

Both teens paled and looked toward the door where Brittany was standing with Santana. Although the two Cheerio's were shocked, there was the undeniable hint that they were turned on by this piece of news.

"Oh shit…" Sam said faintly, and for a second, Finn feared that he would faint.

"How long were you guys standing there?" he watched as they entered of the office as if they owned it. At least Santana did. Brittany didn't so much as saunter as float her way in.

"Enough to know that you like a guy," Santana pointed haughtily to Finn who shrank from the accusing finger. She smirked and then pointed to Sam who also recoiled, "and that you've got the hots for Mike, which I get, the guy's got a good six pack."

"That's hot," Brittany smiled softly, "we should totally do a foursome."

Santana parked herself on the edge of Finn's bed, mischievous eyes focused on him, "so who's the lucky guy? My bet's on Puck or Lady Face – unless it's someone outside of glee."

"I'm not gay," Finn really wished Santana wasn't a girl; he had the violent urge to kick her off the bed. "What are you even doing here?"

"We skip class to take naps here sometimes," the cheerio rolled her eyes as if that there the obvious answer, "who wants to spend double period in algebra anyway?"

"Please don't tell anyone about this," Sam swallowed thickly, he'd been around long enough to understand that the two cheerio's were quite the talkative girls, it wouldn't take much to let a secret slip, especially if it would do good their favor.

"I'm bad at keeping secrets," Brittany said unapologetically, "there was this one time when I heard this guy tell his friend he was into this girl, I was making out with her one day and I accidentally told her. She changed schools after that, I don't know why. I think it was because the guy was our math teacher and he was fifty seven."

All three teens stared at her with gaping mouths, Finn's eye was twitching. Not for the first time, they wondered how such a girl survived everyday life.

"So it's Puck right? It has to be," Santana resumed her interrogation. Finn made a face and realized a second too late it was the wrong decision because now her eyes widened and she had the evilest smirk on her lips, "don't tell me…Kurt Hummel? Are you serious?"

"It's not Kurt!" Finn flushed, "it's not any guy! I love Rachel!"

"Nope, it's Kurt," Santana nodded, "it's written all over your face, and you," she turned to Sam, looking him up and down. He squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze, "…I'm surprised I didn't see it earlier."

"So…you're not going to tell anyone?" Sam asked hopefully.

"Santana, I'm not gay," Finn insisted, "and I don't like Kurt that way, I'm serious!"

She looked from the panicking quarterback to the equally panicking blond. No matter how much they tried it was too late for them to deny whatever mixed up feelings they were having, she heard them confess straight from their mouths. If they weren't gay they were definitely curious.

This could turn out to be more interesting than it already was.

"Have you guys ever experimented to see if you like being with another guy?" she arched an eyebrow curiously. She could see from the corner of her eye Brittany listening with a growing smirk.

"I'm not g – "

"No, I haven't," Sam shoved Finn to quiet down, "that's why I'm not sure if I do like Mike."

"Dude!" Finn looked at him with wide eyes of betrayal. Confiding in him was one thing, but to bring Brittany and Santana into this!

"Why don't you guys try it with each other to see if you like dick or not?" she was crude with her words, but the very suggestion of Finn doing that with Sam was outrageous! Both boys gaped. They glanced at each other and instantly felt grossed out.

"Can I watch?" Brittany asked innocently, the wicked look in her eyes anything but.

Finn snapped. "No way! I told you I'm not gay! I'm not gonna do it with another guy! I – what!" Sam was shoving him again.

"Why not?" he said seriously.

The world came crashing down. His stomach dropped a few miles into the abyss. Had he heard him right? "What?"

"Well…" he was blushing, "if we like them 'cause we're curious, if we do it, it might go away."

Finn blinked. He shouldn't consider this. It was true, he was curious, but not that curious to actually do it. Plus if Rachel found out, she would kill him. "But I'm not…I don't want…no way, man, I have a girlfriend – "

"Who won't know anything if you keep your mouth shut," Santana cut in. Finn glared at her, it only made her grin widen. "besides, from what I've seen, there's not much action between you two lately, she probably doesn't even know you're having gay issues anyway – "

"I'm not – "

"Whatever!" she rolled her eyes exasperatedly, "look, my parents are gonna be out of town this weekend for some cheesy coupling time, I was gonna have Britt over, but I can go to her place instead, you'll probably be too embarrassed to have us around anyway," she looked absolutely evil now, "you can use my room."

Finn was already shaking his head and getting out of the terribly rigid bed. "Screw that, I'm not doing it." The dizziness from earlier was gone, he was good enough to go to class now.

"I'm sorry I took so long," the nurse entered the office, cheeks pink from running, "I ended up talking to Principal…" she looked from Brittany to Santana, "you two again?" she then noticed Finn standing by her, and raised her eyebrows, "feeling better?" he nodded stiffly, "go on to class then, you've still got about a half hour left."

Finn glanced coldly back at the girls and the sheepish Sam before stalking out of the nurse's office.

"You have until Friday to decide," Santana playfully called after him.

TBC