MONSTER
A GLEE fanfic
By: Something Dysfunctional
Chapter Four: Troubleshooting
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy owns the show and my soul. Damn you.
Wow, you guys are so super amazing! -sniffles loudly- I didn't think that a lot of people wouldn't appreciate this story SO much! We all know we want that Kurt/Finn relationship to happen. If it doesn't, we know that at least we all will have out fanfiction universe. -laughs- So, should our darling boys continue to the next level...? I don't if I want to. Just to tease you all. Mwahahaha.
Let's Get Physical!
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Mercedes watched me go about my room like a fiercely dressed hurricane, trying to make the place look presentable for Finn when we was to come over. "Kurt, I know you're kinda OCD when it comes to things, but this... is a little much," she said slowly, eying the newest additions of furniture and throw pillows and lights. "I'm trying to make him comfortable with the room. I mean, he obviously has not the eye to know fashion sense or inside decorum. When he walks in here, I want him to know that I-"

"Am a nut job?," Mercedes hinted at, flipping through a Vogue magazine. I pursed my lips as I halted in mid-fluff of my bedspread. "No... that I have taste. And that even though I'm not straight, I don't want to overwhelm him," I finished, eying my room. Mercedes rolled her eyes and then placed the magazine in her lap. "Kurt, you know I'm your best friend and that if you were going to embarrass yourself, I'd let you know. And right now-

you're going to fall over the cliff of no return," she said in a kind, but firm tone. I turned to argue with her, when I heard the doorbell ring. I let out a squeal and raced up stairs, flying past my father to open the door. 'Remember, Kurt; collective, calm, and awesome.' Taking a breath, I closed my eyes and inhaled, exhaled slowly. I grasped the doorknob and opened the door, revealing Finn, who stood there in his letterman, jeans, sneakers, and a funny look on his face. "I hope I'm interrupting your time with Mercedes," he said sheepishly, jerking his thumb towards her newly aquired set of wheels. I smiled charmingly and let him in. "No, of course not. She's going to leave soon- help make dinner at home," I said, walking him through the house. He nodded then sized up when my father came through the kitchen doorway.

"Oh, uuhh, hello, Mr. Hummel," Finn stammered. I glared quickly at Dad as he began to open his mouth. He shut it immediately. "Well, I suppose you two have Glee stuff to do. I'm just going to get some take-out for me and your mother and I'll... get out of your way," he finished, almost lamely and brushed passed us. "That was weird," Finn stated, looking back. "Yes, well, I didn't want any disruption during rehearsal," I declared and pushed him on down the stairs to my room, where Mercedes was pulling on her book bag. "Oh, hey, Finn. Kurt, I'm going to go. CALL me," she stressed and soon, she was out the door and it was me and my crush.

All alone.

I should have been more relaxed, but my insides were on fire, butterflies in my stomach, and my heart was going ninety-to-nothing. I walked over to my stereo system and flipped through my Ipod. "What song are you doing?," I asked politely, my back turned to him.

"Uhm... don't laugh when I tell you."

"Finn Hudson, I'm pretty sure there's nothing that will make me laugh at you."

"...okay. It's "An Ordinary Couple" from "The Sound of Music."

I looked back, eyes wide. Finn blushed and quickly glanced down at the floor. "It's a stupid choice," he mumbled, ashamed. "No! No, it's not that. I never expected you to know that song or the play," I confessed, turning away from my entertainment system. "Well, my mom watches the movie every Christmas with "It's A Wonderful Life", and I grew up watching it with her. So, it kind of stuck," he explained in a small voice. I smiled and approached him, arms crossed in front of my chest. "That's very kind of you to say that. But... isn't the song a duet?" Finn nodded, sitting down on my bed. "Yeah... that was the problem. But, it's the one song that stands out to me the most. And I was wondering if you could help me sing it."

"How would I be able to help?"

"Singing it with me."

I nearly fell over in sheer delight and honor. "Really?," I breathed, a large grin on my face. As I dazzled in the thrill of singing with Finn, a dark cloud soon covered over me. "Wait, what about Rachel? She usually sings with you on duets," I grounded out. Finn shrugged. "I wanted you to sing instead. I'm sure Mr. Schue can work something out. And I'll owe you one for helping me," he smiled.

I nodded at the acceptance and for the next hour and a half, Finn and I sung together in my basement room and there was nothing else that I wanted more.
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But there more to happen later that week that put a hold on our lessons and my chance to sing my Phantom song. With Jesse St. James being from Vocal Adrenaline, our rival school for Regionals, all of the Glee members, minus Rachel, felt like soon he would sabotage us and we pretty much gave him the cold shoulder. It turned out that the coach of the group, one Shelby Corcoran , ended up being Rachel's... mother? Apparently, she got knocked up and gave up her child to Rachel's now gay fathers. She found all of this out by spying on Vocal Adrenaline with Quinn and Mercedes when we found out they were working on a routine to my beautiful muse, Lady GaGa.

Of course, as an assignment, the girls and I made our own GaGa costumes that she had worn and performed "Bad Romance" while the boys decided on performing a Kiss song.

But in between that, Finn and I almost had a falling out. My dad wanted Carole and Finn to move in with us, and I ended up getting carried away with the redecorating and caused... well, some tension with Finn and I.

Each day that I wore my Lady GaGa costume, I was thrown around and nearly beaten by Karvosky and his leeches of a hockey team.

The last day, I thought it would be the end of me when I saw Finn appear in the doorway, dressed head to toe in patent red and red glitter eye masks on. He was wearing GaGa's dress when she saw the Queen... typical Finn. From then, I knew that something was going to happen. He had said it himself, trying to apologize that same day:

"I am different."
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I looked at Quinn, confused. "So, you're not keeping the baby, but you and Puck are naming her Beth? What about the crib? It was so precious!"
The blonde gave me a look and smiled sadly. "You know I can't keep up with a baby. And, it's the right decision. I may regret it later, but I know I'm doing what's right for her," she whispered, rubbing her belly protectively. I pursed my lips as I ran a hand through the clothes on the rack. "Okay, but I warn you- you'll end up getting sentimental and then, you'll want her. It's a mother intuition thing." Quinn looked down at a shirt, her mouth stretching somewhat wider. "I doubt it, but if it happens, I'll blame you."

To cheer the blonde up, I had taken her shopping after school one beautiful afternoon. The whole drama with Finn and I had lightened up, and he and his mother was still at my house. I bit down on my bottom lip and tugged a sweater out of the rack. "Do you think... that I make Finn uncomfortable?," I asked sincerely. Quinn blinked, her dark eyes wide. "What do you mean by that? Are you still worried about the whole room problem?" I sighed dramatically and walked over to a chair, sitting down heavily- not like me at all. "Its been in my head for quite awhile. I don't know how to deal with this without going completely "gay" over it."

"That was the first time I think I heard you say the word "gay"," Quinn mused, holding a flowy, powder blue blouse with lace ribbing. "I don't say it often. Only in dire circumstances," I sighed, fixing my bangs. "He's fine at the moment. I want to make sure he's okay while staying with me. I know that the jocks at school are picking on him... thinking that something is going to happen. I think Finn is still stuck up on Rachel for some "unknown" reason. If he's going to like somebody, I wish it was someone else than her," I muttered angrily, grinding my teeth together. Quinn placed the shirt over her arm and walked towards me, her face soft. "I know you'd rather it be you. But, Kurt, I don't think Finn... can change... you know."

I know she meant to be sincere and honest, but it cut through me like the day Mercedes threw the rock in my car window. It was painful. "Not even?," I questioned, my stomach churning. "I think he can't- won't. But you know, it is the two-thousands. Anything can happen," she offered, placing a hand on my shoulder.
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There was only three days left until Friday when Mr. Schuester would listen to us sing our Broadway songs.

And I was thinking that perhaps he made the horrible decision in giving me "Phantom of the Opera" as my lesson. I sat in the empty auditorium on the piano bench, my fingers running over the ebony and ivory keys tenderly, humming a tune to myself as I fought with my inner demons. Finn and him not ever loving me. Singing my song and blowing it, Rachel's face sneering at me. Mr. Schue's face crest-fallen and disappointed in me. Finn turning away from me. Finn, Finn, FINN. Every thought was HIM.

Groaning angrily, I hit my hands on the keys, a horrid sound echoing around me. Yes, I was angry and bitter. There was no way that I was ever capable of loving my crush and he in return. The mockery and threats alone were just enough to not allow someone with me. Tears smarted my eyes when I thought of that. My poor father having to look over his shoulder constantly to protect me. Like Finn...

he was always protecting me.

I sniffled and wiped my eyes. And just in time.

"Are you okay, Kurt?," came the kind tone from Finn. I clenched my jaw and tried to look fabulous, even when hurting deeply. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?," I snapped back, standing up.

"... because, where I was standing, tears usually mean someone isn't okay. Unless the rules changed or something," Finn continued, coming near me. I edged away quickly, gathering my shoulder bag. "Something was in my eye. That was it. Now if you'll excuse me," I mumbled, my back turned to him still as I walked away. "Wait- Kurt! Please?," he called out, grabbing at me. Turning some, I glared at him as best as I could. "What now?," I bit out, trying to tug my arm away from him. Finn stared down at me with his curious dark eyes, his mouth set, as if working something in his mind. "Something is wrong... did someone do something to you? If they did, I'll kick their ass," he threatened lowly, almost growling. I swallowed the large lump that had formed in my throat as he suddenly went all heroic on me. "No... it wasn't that," I whispered hoarsely, feeling my legs lock together. "What was it? Remember, I owe you one, don't I?," Finn pointed out, smiling some.

"I was... just thinking about how Mr. Schue wants us to bring out our true talents with our songs, right? Well, what if I don't have it? I'd end up disappointed so many people and being snubbed by one particular one who doesn't know how to dress herself," I grumbled. "How could that be, man? I mean, you do have a pretty sweet voice, even if you are a dude," Finn said encouragingly.

I gave him a watery smile as I consciously drew closer to him. "Thank you, Finn. That was nice of you to say. But still, no one wants to be near a homosexual soprano that has impeccable fashion taste and fashion and... who in return, will probably be alone forever," I finished with a flair of dramatics, turning my head away. "Why do you say that? You're only bringing yourself down, Kurt," Finn said soothingly. Silence then wrapped around us, the only sound was our breathing. I looked up slowly at him, my face blank of emotion. I felt it- my body subconsciously standing at the precipice, ready to fall straight into Finn's arms that would let me go... 'he wouldn't though, would he?'

My mouth opened, my tongue feeling thick like a slab of cotton and my heart pounding in my ears like a ocean. Oh God... I was going to tell him everything...! I could FEEL it! I choked back on my words, my brow furrowing in sadness until Finn leaned down, hugging me close to him. My face buried in the crook of his shoulder and neck, the smell of his letter man and cologne washing over him. "F-Finn?," I stammered, daring to believe. "Don't look like that!," he hissed, almost scared. "Like what?," I asked dreamily, my hands coming up to press against his back. "Like you are going to say something you'll regret. Like your going to die."

I stifled a mounting sob and pressed my forehead into his shoulder, gripping at him. "You don't know... you don't know...," I repeated, tears now freely going down my face. I was ashamed at myself. I'd never let my emotions get the best of me in front of people and here I was, wailing in Finn's arms. "Then let me know!," he begged, pulling back. I shook my head, my bangs falling into my eyes. "You of all people don't need to know," I stressed, trying now to get away.

"Why? Because if it is about me, I have the right to know," Finn said, putting his hands on my shoulders, weighing me down.

I said nothing.

Finn frowned, his eyes narrowing. "Not talking? Okay, fine..."

I was hauled over to the piano and pressed against the side of it, the glossy and smooth surface easy on my impact. I cried out in surprise and then was silenced-

Finn proved his point to me, but only by giving me the ultimate pay pack and letting everything I had covered in ice inside of me instantly melt. The unraveling of everything was coming to the end of the string as I lip-locked with the Glee club's lead male singer.

And the only thought that crossed my mind was, "I wonder if Rachel would walk in now..."
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Whoa.
WHOA.

There's some little smutt-smutt for you guys. -grins-
I know there wasn't any songs. This particular chapter didn't need any.
-the moonlight carries the message of Love.-

Later Days...!
-SD