MONSTER
A GLEE fanfic
By: Something Dysfunctional
Chapter Three: Inhale
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy owns the show and my soul. Damn you.
WOOT! Another chapter! I'm trying to gear up for tomorrow night's episode of "GLEE". I love my Mama Monster, Ze GaGa. -grins- Now, we've got some interesting development going on between Kurt and Finn. Not to mention the sudden friendship of Kurt and Quinn! Is there a motive that the former head Cheerio has, or is she being sincere? Only I know. Pwahahaha! I'm glad that Harry Fado liked the mash-up of "I Have A Dream" and "Telephone"! I'm trying to dig up all of my music that I've listened to ever since I was six and it's a A LOT of variety, thanks to my Mom. And I'm going to dedicate that part to her, even though she knows NOTHING of me writing fanfiction and such. But I wanted you guys to know. -smiles-
Let's Get Physical!
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You know that feeling when there's a total stand-still in your mind's eye? That everything has slowed down in a movie where the two main characters have a moment together? I was experiencing that with my lovely Finn.

I can't say for sure how long we stared into each others eyes and (what it felt like to me) my soul.

So, being the brave one, I drew back ever so slightly and let out the shaky breath I was holding so desperately. "Thank you," I murmured softly, letting my gaze fall back to my now melted ice cream, my face hot. "Not a problem," he replied in a mumble, drawing his large hand back and hiding it underneath the table. We didn't say anything for a long time until the waitress stopped by with our check. "I'm glad you're doing better. You know that I'm here for you, right? Like you were with me and the whole Quinn and Puck mess, right?," Finn stated, picking up the slip of paper casually.

I nodded at him and picked up my Marc Jacobs bag, slipping the strap over my shoulder. "And I thank you for the offer, Finn Hudson. Now... if you don't mind, I need to go home and do my homework," I said offhandedly and stood up. Like a flash, he mimicked me, startling me so. I gave him a weak smile and turned away, saying, "Thank you for the treat."

I know I'm rather bitchy, but I still have manners.

"Not a problem," Finn replied, scratching his head, his face etched with his familiar confusion. We walked out, me to my beautiful car and him to his truck. The sun was setting low in the sky, casting beautiful shades of gold, pale blue, and pink. I stared at it some, my keys in my hand as I drunk in the scenery of vast, open sky.

"Whoa..."

I turned to Finn slowly, the wind picking up my hair some. "What?," I asked, cocking an eyebrow up. He was staring at me again, mouth opened slightly. "Uhm... it was your eyes... they looked like, I don't know, the color of the ocean. Wow. That was, huh, corny, right?," he asked, embarrassed at either himself or the statement.

"My eyes?"

"You know how there's really blue? When you were looking at the sun, they changed color. Like the ocean," Finn said, ducking his head down some, rubbing the back of his neck. I smirked, not nastily, but in sadness. "That was sweet of you to say. No one's every complimented my eyes, only my wardrobe and voice."

Finn grinned somewhat. "That's also another good point-"

My cell phone then decided to go off at the moment, "Defying Gravity" (of course) blaring. It was my dad. I opened my phone and pressed it to my ear. "Yes?"

"Hurry on home, Kurt. I got to get finished for my date with Carole!"

I groaned inwardly and slapped my hand over my eyes. "I forgot about that... sure, Dad," I said tiredly and ended the call. "Your mom and my dad have a date tonight. I have to go now," I told Finn, opening my car door. Finn's face fell some and he nodded back to me. "O-okay. See you tomorrow?"

"Of course."
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I had completely, almost, forgotten the ONE obstacle in my way that I created: Finn's mother dating my father. It was too ill-wished that I should still love someone while trying to hook our parents up together in order to get close to him. Same song played over and over, a sad romantic wish. I slumped over in my desk chair, head in my arms as my Ipod kept playing Jewel's "Foolish Games" on repeat while I sung along with it quietly.

"You're always the mysterious one with
Dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive
But too cool to care.
You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather.

Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees, and...

These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart..."

Oh poor, wounded me.

I groaned and leaned back, huffing. Why do I feel like I running around in a endless circle with this boy? I know I must have put him in a uncomfortable situation. My eyes roamed to the thick sheet music Mr. Schue gave me. Inspired, I jumped from my chair and started setting things up in my room. Within fifteen minutes, my room was dimmed, candles lit, and I stood near my Ipod, scrolling through my Broadway tunes and selected one of my Phantom song, eager. Practice makes perfect, and now, I was determined to get Finn Hudson and stun everyone when our lesson was due at the end of the week. Even snooty Rachel Berry. I wasn't going to flop on another song I loved dearly to my heart for her, not even Dad. Selfish, I know, but it was Kurt's time. So, I decided to practice singing with my "Phantom".

The song started and I began my song, glad that no one was home:

"In sleep he sang to me,
in dreams he came.
That voice which calls to me,
and speaks my name.
And do I dream again?
For now I find,
the Phantom of opera is there,
inside my mind."

The smoky, accented voice of Gerard Butler soon filled the speakers. He was not my Phantom. Finn was. I imagined him singing this with me, goosebumps running across my flesh.

"Sing once again with me,
our strange duet.
My power over you,
grows stronger yet.
And though you turn from me,
to glance behind.
the Phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind."

My heart racing with my wild imagination, I allowed my voice to climb louder and louder-

"Those who have seen your face draw back in fear.
I am the mask you wear-

It's me they hear..."

This was it. The crescendo. Me and Finn together as one voice.

"(My)Your spirit and my(your)voice in one combined,
the Phantom of the opera is there.
Inside (your)my mind...

He's there,
the Phantom of the opera."

Closing my eyes tightly, I allowed the long, high note Christine sung echo around my basement bedroom, ringing with such vibrant tones that I even surprised myself- only a little bit. Dragging in lungfuls of air, I grinned largely in the dark until...

ONLY until I heard a dry cough come from the stairs. Whirling around, I gasped in fear as I saw the one and only Finn looked bewildered at me, a bemused grin on his cute face. "F-Finn! What are you DOING here?," I screeched, totally unlike me. I ran for my Ipod and turned it off, flustered. "Uhm... the door was unlocked and... your dad said I could come over if I wanted to. Like, to keep you company," he said sheepishly, walking down to my room. 'Great, Dad. RUIN my fantasy, please?,' I whined in my head as I hurried around my room, blowing out the candles. "You couldn't have come at the worst time!," I hissed, angry. "During you practicing? Kurt, c'mon. We watch each other sing all the time in Glee Club," he said, slightly hurt. "That's besides the point, Finn! Ugh, I look horrible and my room is... not very unbecoming of me," I grumbled, turning on the lights. Finn was now at my desk, looking through my sheet music. "Phantom, huh? I liked the movie a lot. That Phantom had a awesome voice," he offered as a poliet conversation.

"Gerard Butler. Though Michael Crawford had a excellent voice during the play with Sarah Brightman as Christine," I rambled some, inwardly pleased with my knowledgeable information on my favorite play. "Oh really? I never saw it. Is it on YouTube?," Finn asked, his face serious. I stifled a giggle and shook my head, tugging the sleeves of my sweater. "You're lucky if you can find clips of behind the scenes when it used to run on Broadway and The West End. Well, since you're here... are you hungry?," I offered.

"Sure! I'm always hungry anyway," he said, eyes twinkling. "Our star quarterback needs his intake, I daresay. Come on," I motioned with my hands up where the kitchen laid.
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Two hours later and a over-stuffed Finn lounging on the couch, we watched some episodes of Family Guy and Project Runway, arguing over the finer points of each program. We were at such ease with each other, that this afternoon's awkward situation was gone from our minds. I began to nod off, a comfortable silence lulling over us like a warm blanket. "Kurt? You asleep?," Finn whispered. "Nu-uh...," I said thickly, voice laced with sleep. A deep chuckle and soon, I felt my body being scooped up in strong arms.

'Oh...'

This was nice.

I leaned my head on his burly shoulder, inhaling his smell. Finn smelled like a boy, sports, Axe deodorant, and the scent of my home lingering on him. I snuggled into his arms until I was deposited on my bed and my blanket pulled over my form. I blearily opened my eyes, searching for Finn. I raised my hand and felt his own grasp it. "Stay til I fall asleep?," I asked in a small voice. Finn stared and then nodded, kneeling beside my bed. I must have smiled or did something, for a look crossed his face like that of a mother looking at her child, so lovingly and sweet.

And if that didn't cross into my dreams, the gentle brush of his fingers on my forehead, smoothing back my hair surely did.

And I carried it with me all night long.
-

At school, Quinn sat beside me in Glee, leafing through a baby catalog, her brow furrowed. "I don't know if I want the entire crib pink, or just white," she mused to herself. "Make it outlandish and gaudy as possible. You're going to spoil that child. You might as well need my knowledge," I offered, filing my nails. Quinn giggled and then groaned some, rubbing her stomach. "She started kicking during Biology class today. Want to feel?," she asked, eyes bright. I tenderly placed my palm on her belly, feeling the little nudger bump my hand. I gasped and withdrew, shocked. "That's her?," I breathed. "Yes!," she laughed. Mercedes cooed and placed her own dark hand on Quinn and felt it too. Soon, Tina and Artie wanted to feel, a little cocoon around the glowing mother. This felt wholesome and pure. Being apart of a human being growing. I smiled some and saw the door to the classroom open, revealing Puck, Matt, and Mike enter, Santana and Brittany not far behind. "What's going on over here?," he asked, his dark eyes flitting over the group.

"We're feeling the baby kick. It's probably the best thing ever," Artie said, enthralled with it all. Puck sneered and glanced at Quinn. "Why are you letting them touch you? Not like you at all, babe." Quinn's brown eyes narrowed dangerously and I knew her hormones kicked in. Turning to the football player, I gave him my best bitch glare. "She's had a change of heart, unlike you, Neanderthal."

Puck's face twisted, his fists balling. "Trying to be a bad-ass, Fairy? I would love to see you go against me, Hummel," he growled. "I would love to, but as you see, I just did my nails and I don't want to waste my perfect hands on the likes of you, N-O-A-H," I said firmly. Puck advanced to me, but was immediately held back by Matt and Mike. "Dude, it's not worth it!," Matt exclaimed, struggling with Puck. "The hell it isn't! I don't want him near you, Quinn! He might spread his disease to our baby!," he snarled, eyes flaming.

"Oh, HELL NAW, he DIDN'T!," Mercedes shouted, standing up and getting into full "Ghetto" mode.

"Hey, hey, HEY!," shouted Mr. Schuester, walking in with Rachel and Jesse. "What's going on in here?," he asked, startled. "Nothing more than the usual," Quinn said softly, eyes down on the floor. The class grew silent, albeit the heaving breathing from Puck, who threw back Mike and Matt, storming to the nearest chair near the door, away from us.

"Guys, we can't be like this with Regionals on our backs. There can't be a rift between us or else we'll fail. I thought all of this nonsense was settled," Mr. Schuester pressed, his voice slightly hurt. "We thought so, too," Mercedes sniffed, still irked at Puck. "Can't you all just get along until Regionals is over with?," Jesse sighed, rolling his eyes. "With Vocal Adrenaline, we never fought or got pissed so easily," he said offhandedly. "Well, this is New Directions, noob," Tina snapped back, shooting daggers at him. "In the end, all the arguing will more than likely strengthen us. Until then, mind your own business," she stated, earning a round of applause from the rest of us. I high-fived the Asian girl, who blushed heavily, pleased with herself speaking up for us.

Rachel said nothing but walked to her chair, shoulders slumped. She knew Jesse was going to complain about us to her later.

Finn walked in after all of that, all smiles. "Hey, guys! Uh... I must've missed something...," he trailed off, looking at us. I let out a giggle, and clamped my hand over my mouth, earning snickering from Artie, Mercedes, and Tina.

And like a river, the laughter rolled everyone until we were cracking up at the obvious blank look on Finn's face, even Puck.

"I'll never understand you kids, but in the meantime, man up and let's start rehearsing some song," Mr. Schue said, almost wearily but he looked thoughtfully on his students, amazed probably at our short-lived animosity.
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I, on the other hand, was happily walking to my car. No Slushie attacks, dumpster diving, or name-calling so much today. Nothing rained on my parade. I slid into the driver's side of my car and started it, Lady GaGa filling my speakers. I squealed some and turned up her song, singing along with her:

"I want your horror and I want your design,
I want your criminal as long as your mine,
I want your love.
Love, love, love, I want your love!

I want your physco, your vertigo stick,
want you in my rear window,
baby, you're sick I want your love.
Love, love, love, I want your love!"

"Lady GaGa, Kurt?," came a voice in my ear. Yelping, I turned and nearly rammed my head into Finn's. "You've GOT to stop sneaking up on me!," I whined, trying to calm my heart. He laughed and leaned into my car, listening to the song. I nearly passed out at the close proximity of him. 'Oh Judy Garland, please don't let me freak out!,' I prayed silently. "Ah, it's "Bad Romance". I've heard you sing this before with Brittany and Santana. What's so good about it?," he asked innocently, looking back over his shoulder at me. Was he TRYING to do this on purpose to me? I looked up to the ceiling and spoke in a dead-panned voice, "Nearly everything GaGa writes and sings is pure genuis. This song means that she'll take her lover no matter of his previous mess ups and relationships, no matter how ugly and twisted they were," I finished in a whisper.

"Oh. All of that from one song, huh? She must be passionate about her music," Finn mused to himself, pulling himself out of my car. I nodded dumbly and grasped my steering wheel for dear life. "She is... if there's nothing else to talk about, I must go do some shopping," I said, staring out of the windshield.

"Okay. Have fun."

I pressed my lips into a thin line and gave him a jerky smile until-

until...

"Do you want to help me tomorrow night with my song?"
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HA!
Cliff-hanger!
I do this to keep you all entertained. Fwahaha.
Until tomorrow, expect a chapter up probably THAT night or this weekend. I have a Jeffree Star concert to attend to Wednsday and going to see "Sex in the City:2" with my mom on Thursday. Such a busy girl...
-the moonlight carries the message of Love.-

Later Days...!
-SD

"Foolish Games"- Jewel
"Phantom of the Opera"- Gerard Butler and Emmy Rossum
"Bad Romance"- Lady GaGa