A/N: So this is probably my last update until next Saturday. It's kinda long-ish, so it might make up for it. Also, I would like to give a shout out to "The Thrush That Can't Fly" and "Immortal Lilies", for reviewing. I would shout-out to the others who reviewed, but I don't know who you are….

Disclaimer: I own a Glee shirt. And the Glee People magazine issue (I noticed a mistake they made in it; I felt so smart!)

Chapter 4 – Finn

The Next Day

Finn was content.

He had an awesome girlfriend, (Well, he thought so); He and Puck had made up after the whole Baby-Gate Crisis, and he had the most awesome almost-step-brother ever, (Despite the fact that Kurt was constantly trying to moisturize Finn's face in his sleep).

Not to mention that he was the star of the basketball team, even though it was probably because of his freakishly tall Frankenteen-ness.

So, here he was, after basketball practice, showering in the boy's locker room before he went home.

"And I can't fight this feeling anymore," he sang, lathering his hair with that strawberry-kiwi scented shampoo Kurt had gotten him for his birthday. It might be totally fruity (no pun intended) but Rachel loved it. And what Rachel loved, he loved.

He hummed to himself, eyes closed, when he heard a voice.

"That's a pretty song. 'Don't Stop Believin'', right?"

Finn's eyes snapped open with a start, to reveal Brittany leaning against the lockers.

"No," Finn said awkwardly, "It's 'I Can't Fight This Feeling'. And if you don't mind me asking, Brittany, why are you here? In the boy's locker room, I mean."

Brittany shrugged, "I thought this was the girl's room."

"But, the picture on the door isn't in a dress. That means 'Boy'." Finn tried to explain.

"Some girls wear pants." Brittany stated.

Finn sighed. "And people say I'm an idiot." He thought.

"Not to be rude, but do you mind leaving? I'm kinda….naked…and I'm getting really uncomfortable with you in here."

"Sorry, Finny," Brittany said, "I'll leave. See you at Glee tomorrow!"

"Brittany, there's no Glee tomorrow. It's Saturday."

"Oh. Is that why nobody ever shows up? Okay….Bye then!"

Brittany skipped to the door, turning to shine a 100-watt smile at Finn before pushing her way outside.

Shampoo ran into Finn's eye. He rubbed at it, moving underneath the shower head. He blinked furiously, cursing the stupid strawberry-kiwi liquid, when he suddenly felt the water grow warmer.

"That's weird," he thought, groping blindly for the shower handles. He twisted the one on the right, shutting it off completely. Than he turned the other handle to the opposite side, in an attempt to turn up the cold, but the water only grew hotter. He peeled open his eyes, making sure he turned the right knobs. He twisted the 'Cold' knob farther, but the temperature continued to rise.

His body began to burn. He glanced down, noting the redness of his skin. He hissed as the water steadily increased to boiling heat, and he turned grabbing for the handle on the shower door. He yanked at it, but it refused to open. Condemning the idiot who thought putting shower locks on the outside was a good idea, he pounded on the walls, screaming for help as the searing water flowed onto his skin.

He fell to the ground, curling into fetal position as the water became unbearably hot. The breath was sucked out of his lungs and was replaced by the steam trapped in the tiny shower cell. Finn choked, wincing at the excruciating pain.

He weakly thumped at the door once more before his hand dropped to the ground. He lay there, unmoving, until his breath hitched in his throat and refused to continue.

The water shut off. Santana trotted over to the steam-filled shower. She unlocked the door, knelt down, and checked Finn's pulse. When she felt nothing, she stood and hollered for Brittany.

"I thought you said you were going to use cold water! All this steam is going to frizz out my hair!" She said, fingering her tight Cheerios ponytail.

"Sorry, San," Brittany answered, wandering back inside the locker room, "I thought the 'H' stood for 'Cold'. But it still worked, right?"

"Yeah, B. It worked."

Brittany giggled. "Four down."

A/N: Review! Also, if you have any story suggestions for me, please PM me! I would love to attempt any ideas you can come up with!