MONSTER
A GLEE fanfic
By: Something Dysfunctional
Chapter Two: Distraction
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy owns the show and my soul. Damn you. So, as we know, the Tuesday episode of "GLEE" this week is totally... Theatrical. Haha... I'm funny. And GaGa. FUCKING LADY GAGA, THANK YOU GOD! I'm putting a song in this chapter that I hope you all will love. Of course you will. Because Kurt will be singing it. -laughs- So, we are all liking this so far? Great! I want this to be THE best Kurt/Finn work out there. And I am freaking determined to do so. Let's Get Physical!
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I can't really say what came over me the rest of the day. Tina and Mercedes were unsure how to approach me. I was slightly confused and then took out my compact to see why- I looked like the undead. A cute undead zombie, but nonetheless. I was not at my fiercest. Sighing for the umpteenth time within an hour, I tried to look presentable in Spanish when I saw Finn walk in with Puck, their voices low as they walked past my desk. I ignored the two football players and fiddled with the lapels on my blazer vest. There was no reason to speak to Finn if I wanted to keep my breakfast down and to not think of Phantom.

Why did I freak out so much?

Simple: Finn was right. I was having stage-fright, but over the fact that the song I wanted to sing fitted him and myself to a "T", even if he didn't share my feelings. The idea of singing it for Mr. Schue made my head swim...

I covered my eyes with my hand tried to even out my breathing as the said teacher walked in, blabbering in Spanish to the class, who in reply mumbled something back that wasn't quite understandable.

It was then when I felt something hit the back of my head. Raising an eyebrow, I turned around to see a wadded up piece of paper on the floor. I glanced at Puck and Finn, who were obviously scribbling something Mr. Schue said. I scanned the rest of the class, noticing that they were all writing. I blinked owlishly and grabbed the paper swiftly, hiding it underneath the surface of my desk. I unfolded it as quietly as I could and looked down at the black ink that scrawled the crumpled sheet.

'You left me yesterday.'

I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat, blood rushing in my ears. Finn... I wrote back a hasty reply of, 'I had to get to class', and flung it back when Mr. Schuester's back was to his class. The next thing I knew, a small conversation happed by throwing trash back and forth to each other-

'So what if you had class? I was really worried about you.'

'Sure, Finn. It's okay though. I'm fine today. Peachy keen and fabulous. Happy now?'

'No. Not really. Is there anything you wanna talk about after school? I'll buy you a vegan ice-cream sundae.'

Oh, dammit. He knew I was a sucker for organic desserts. I blew out a irritated puff of air that ruffled my bangs and I wrote back as the bell rang. Eyes still down, I turned and aimed for Finn's forehead. It hit it perfectly. Smiling brightly at him, I walked away out of the room to meet up with Mercedes near my locker.

'You can buy me that sundae. You have an hour to talk with me.'
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Quinn raised an eyebrow at me as I shoveled in a forkful of my homemade broccoli and cauliflower salad with raspberry vinaigrette dressing into my mouth. "You're going to talk to him? Hmm... are you sure you're ready for that?," she asked politely, rubbing her small, bulging belly. I nodded some, looking back at her. "You won't be mad about that, will you?," I pressed. "No, I won't. If you know that you need to do this, go ahead, Kurt. I'm not with him anymore, but beware of the Rachel Berry-zilla. She starts shooting fire, we're all screwed," she grinned, winking at me. I laughed at her sudden humor then grew solemn, focusing my gaze on the blonde. "Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?," I finally questioned. Quinn's doe-brown eyes fell to her tray, her hands clasping over the surface of her stomach. "Hormones, maybe? But yesterday... I just had the urge to sit beside you. I know I was never really nice to you, but now, I want to be a good friend to you. I promise- no strings attached. No Cheerio threats," she swore, raising her hand like a Girl Scout.

"So you don't mind my crush on Finn?"

"I've always known you had a thing for him. I didn't make it into a big deal then because he had me. But now, with Puck being the father and all, I don't see a reason to not let you go after your own happiness," Quinn said softly, tears swimming in her dark eyes. I leaned over and took her tiny hand and squeezed it, some of my iciness melting. "Glee Club is my happiness. And having all of you all in my life is good. But Finn... I can't describe it, honestly," I shrugged.

"I don't think I've ever seen you like this," Quinn mused, a small smile gracing her face. "And you won't. I have a bitchy image to uphold," I sniffed, brushing back some of my hair. She giggled as Mercedes and Tina approached the table, their looks unrecognizable and confused. "Uh, Quinn? Do you have the wrong table?," Tina asked politely, but with an edge of steel. Quinn drew in her bottom lip, her eyes flickering to me. "I asked her to sit here," I said, pulling back two chairs for the girls. They sat down rather stiffly but then warmed up to the blonde.

Before lunch was over, I felt a stare bearing into my neck. I turned some, knowing fully well that Finn Hudson was giving me his look again. I sneered and stuck out my tongue, a bit immature on my part, but it made me feel good. Finn started and then grinned my favorite loop-sided smile and I instantly became butter. Heart fluttering, I shook my head and him and smiled, looking away.

And then I was met with three pairs of wide and eager eyes.

"You were flirting with him!," Mercedes hissed, slapping her hands eagerly on the table-top. "Was not!," I shrieked, ducking my head down. Tina laughed loudly and then looked over my head. "Oh, really? Why is he still staring at you?," she asked in a sing-song voice. Flustered, I raised my head fast. "No he isn't!," I moaned, embarrassed. The three girls fell over each other, laughing gaily and wiping tears from their eyes.

"It's not THAT funny," I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. "Oh, it is, white boy," Mercedes stated, smoothing back her curly hair, eyes twinkling. "And Finn has "never" looked so confused in his life," Quinn smirked.
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"I believe, that we need a pick-me-up!," Mr. Schue announced during Glee rehearsals. "What kind?," Puck asked, frowning. Leave it to Mr. Grumpy to scowl at anything fun. Mr. Schue grinned and pointed to the band, who began to play at a steady, continuous tempo, his voice melding :

"Loving you isn't the right thing to do
How can I ever change things that I feel?
If I could, maybe I'd give you my world
How can I, when you won't take it from me?"

Finn perked up at the tune and with a boyish grin, he jumped up from his seat and went down with our teacher, busting out his powerful range.

"You can go your own way,
go your own way
You can call it another lonely day
You can go your own way, go your own way!"

Everyone started clapping in beat, smiles plastered on their faces at the familiarity of Fleetwood Mac. Tina stood, head tilted back as she started the next bridge, no fear etched on her face.

"Tell me why everything turned around?
Packing up, shacking up, is all you wanna do?"

Artie joined her with Mike and Matt, their harmonizing very bright and loud.

"If I could baby I'd give you my world
Open up, everything's waiting for you."

Soon, everyone was jumping around, even conservation Rachel, throwing their arms up and dancing to the music and song, the joyous freedom of the once mighty 70's pulsing throughout the room. I, however, stayed sitting down, eyes down on the floor. Could I go my own way? If it involved Finn and the horrible feeling of never being accepted by him?

"You can go your own way, go your own way
You can call it another lonely day
You can go your own way, go your own way

You can go your own way, go your own way
You can call it another lonely day (Another lonely day)
You can go your own way, go your own way
You can call it another lonely day...!"

Once everyone was done, they laughed with winded breaths, clapping each other on the backs and high-fiving. I sat on my chair, not looking at them. Mr. Schue saw this and frowned some, his forehead wrinkling in thought. "Kurt? Care to explain?," he asked, his voice piercing my thoughts. I looked at him, my face feeling frozen.

"No."

"It was a awesome song to get loose to! What's up with you?," Santana exclaimed, popping her black ponytail back, her Latina attitude showing. I rolled my eyes and sighed very dramatically. "It's not my thing. Good for you all though to see what is good music from the 70's besides disco, which, I would have preferred," I said with a tone of ice, wrapped around my bitchiness. "Now, Kurt, we have to try out different kinds of music...," Mr. Schue began to explain, and I held up a hand. "May I show you what I mean?," I implied. He nodded and I walked down to the piano, talking lowly to the pianist. Everyone shuffled back to their seats, faces eager and Rachel's dark like thunder, unhappy that the attention was now on me.

I turned back to the class, glancing quickly at Mercedes and Quinn, who smiled encouragingly. Then, my gaze floated to Finn, who looked on intensely, his dark eyes unfathomable. Gulping, I inhaled a lungful of air and began my song:

"I have a dream
A song to sing
To help me cope With anything
If you see the wonder
Of a fairy tale
You can take the future
Even if you fail I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream
I have a dream...," I ended somewhat softly and then allowed my eyes to flare dangerously, bringing out my inner Diva as the band then struck up behind me. I noticed quickly how Finn straightened up in his seat, all of his attention now upon me, undividedly.

"Stop callin'
Stop callin'
I don't wanna think anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin'
Stop callin'
I don't wanna talk anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor!

Not that I don't like you,
I'm just at a party
And I'm sick and tired of my phone r-ringing.
Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Centeral Station
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls
Cause I'll be dancing!"

Oh...

and DANCE did I did. Brittnay and Santana, secret partners in crime, had halfway through my little number had come down to dance beside me from the music video of "Telephone" and Finn's jaw dropped, either in shock or horror. I couldn't tell, but I felt alive. Grinning like a sly cat, I turned and leaned against Santana while Brittnay draped her form over me.

"I have a dream
That I left my heart on the dance floor.
You can take the future
Even if you fail
I don't wanna talk anymore.
You're not going to reach my telephone!"

With that florish, I marched back to my seat, sat prettily, and raised a brow to Mr. Schue, who was shaking his head, chuckling.

"Is there anything you can't do, Kurt?"

"I can do everything, with the exception of yard work. Messes up my hands," I said in a frost voice, oh-so-cool and suave.

And it seemed that Finn couldn't concentrate at all the rest of class, not even on silly Rachel Berry and Jesse's solo act from some movie. I wasn't listening really. I was glowing inside of how my quarterback crush was thinking too much on my performance.

Again-
I know I'm good.
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And yet when we sat across from each other at the local ice cream shop in town, I felt awkward and nervous, my hands sweating slightly. Finn kept staring holes into his chocolate sundae, spoon methodically going from his bowl to his mouth, up and down. I cleared my throat, hoping to start a good talk. "So... uhm... about today in Spanish. What did you want to discuss?," I asked lightly, twirling my spoon in the melting slush of my vegan pecan ice cream. Finn made a noise and lifted his eyes, his lashes slightly quivering over his dark, earthy eyes. "About yesterday. You never did answer me."

"I found no reason to. Nothing happened."

"Well... to me... something did. I felt funny. And not like, an "ha-ha, wow, that was awesome funny", but like "this is TOO weird funny". Are you sure you didn't feel... anything?," he stressed, obviously stressing.

I closed my eyes briefly and inhaled sharply through my nose, ignoring the protesting cries that my heart sang and my hormones for the delicious, handsome boy in front of me.

"No."

"Oh..."

I dug out a spoonful of my dessert and pressed it into my non-willing mouth, trying to distract myself. I must have gone deep into my mind when I felt it again. The electricity. I gasped lightly when I felt Finn's thumb on the corner of my mouth. Eyes wide, I stared at him like a deer in the headlight. "Finn, what are you doing?," I whispered hoarsely, loosing all composure.

"You had some ice cream on your mouth. I was... getting it for you?," he asked, more himself than anything. He held his thumb on my skin, the shock of the slightly rough digit on me making my lower abdomen throb as well as my nerves.

"Th-thank you," I said, stuttering. God, I sounded like Tina.

"Right then... did something happen?," he questioned, eyes unrecognizable. His whole demeanor was rigid, so intense and steady.

So I asked the question that would soon unravel everything I worked so hard to keep tight:

"If it did, what would you do?"

And if it was possible, I watched Finn Hudson's eyes grow darker.
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-SD

"Telephone"- Lady GaGa
"I Have A Dream" - ABBA from "Mamma Mia!"
"You Can Go Your Own Way"- Fleetwood Mac