MONSTER
A GLEE fanfic
By: Something Dysfunctional
Chapter Six: Friends
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy owns the show and my soul. Damn.
Kurt is feeling the cold shoulder, Finn might be getting his feelings confused with his hormones, and will our boys finally get together? I have no idea. Also, this is a short chapter because I wanted to focus on Kurt and the rest of the club members basically... telling him something. -grins largely- Also, can we NOT agree that last night's episode tops the Madonna and GaGa episode? "I felt something from the neck down." God, I love you Jane Lynch.
Let's Get Physical!
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'What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.'

It wasn't that I was ready to face the music... I didn't want to face Finn.

All morning long, I ignored him as he ignored me. Mercedes, Tina, and Artie knew something was up and before my English class, they surrounded me and drug me to the auditorium before the bell could ring. "Okay, white boy, you've got some serious explaining to do," Mercedes interjected at once. I stared at her coolly and crossed my arms over my chest. "There is nothing to say. What, just because one day I hardly speak means there's something wrong with me? What if I was sick?," I argued. "You'd still have your bitchy mannerism," Tina said, almost smugly. "Oh... or, or what if I lost my voice?," I questioned, getting rather mad. "Again... your expression would let us know what was up," Artie sighed. I growled low in my throat and stomped my foot, very unladylike of me. "It's nothing... okay?"

"So... yesterday was a whole lot of nothing?," Mercedes asked in a soft tone, her eyes sad. "And the day before that?," Tina added, placing her hands on the back of Artie's wheelchair, who looked up at me almost with pity. I swallowed and nervously pushed back some of my hair. "Yes. Yes, it was," I whispered hoarsely. Footsteps approached us, echoing like some forbidding sign. We looked up to see Rachel standing there in a plaid blue and black skirt and a ridiculous ruffled, pink blouse that looked like she picked it up at Goodwill... or Target. She was looking at me, biting down on her bottom lip and eyes straying to the floor. "That's not what I told them," she said in a tiny voice. I blanched then started seeing red. "And what does the great Rachel Berry know, hm? Does she know of anything that is going on with me right now or did you eavesdrop your way into this predicament?," I challenged, my hands now going onto my hips in diva-formation.

"No... I saw what happened between... you and Finn."

'Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.'

I can't say that I didn't wish this on me... because I wanted her to see me and Finn kiss the other day. I wanted to show her that he had chosen me over her not because I wasn't a girl, but that I finally got to the top of his totem pole. What was she going to do now- throw it back at my face and pranced around, singing in off-key "I told you so!" at me? I shifted on one foot to the other, ignoring the hottness on my cheeks. "What did you see, Rachel?," I asked loudly, chin jutting up. Rachel didn't say a word to me but instead walked up to me, her face so full of sympathy and her darkwood eyes of brow shinning. She paused for a moment, unsure, and then...

wrapped her arms around me and hugged me close.

I'm sure a collective gasp went on behind me as I was frozen with shock at the horror before me. The smell of strawberries and honeysuckle was nearly choking me, coming from her chocolate brown locks of hair, but for a moment, I was taken back to my mother's dresser. That same smell laid somewhere in one of the drawers along with her other smell of vanilla and violets. I drew in a shuddering breath and tried to fight back my tears. "It's okay, Kurt. Please... don't push us away. Or me. I want to help you because... I think I know what you're going through," Rachel whispered in my ear, pulling back to look at me, not of spite or hate, but like...

like a mother would.

"What, that Finn will never chose me? That it will always be you?," I bit back, furious at her and myself for looking so unmanly. "No. That you can see it in both of you and there's nothing going on. You both are killing yourselves. I know that it won't be me anymore, because... I can't win everything... but this particular gold star I've wanted... was meant for you instead," Rachel smiled, her hands warm on my shoulders as she told me she was giving up the fight because it was already evident who was the winner all along.

I felt three other bodies near me and as the wave of sudden tears crashed over me, I allowed myself to be held and patted on the back as my Glee friends comforted me.

'What do I do when my love is away.
(Does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day (Are you sad because you're on your own)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, gonna to try with a little help from my friends.'
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I was cornered by no other than Noah Puckerman by my locker before lunch, who glared at me with hooded eyes. "Yes?," I asked haughtily, holding my books to my chest tightly. "Finn's been acting kinda shifty. Any idea why, Hummel?," he questioned, leaning towards me. I frowned and straightened my form. "No, I don't know, Noah. Maybe you should ask him. I haven't spoken to him in day," I sniffed and tried to get away, only to be slammed back into the wall of lockers by Puck's strong hand. "That's the problem, Fairy Queen. He started acting like this when you two had worked together that night at your house."

"How did you know about that?"

"He called me earlier that day... wanting to know how to charm a person properly-"

I raised a brow. "And he called you, asking THAT?"

'Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.'

Puck rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. "C'mon, Hummel- I'm a stud. We all know this except for you. But anyway, yeah, when he said he was going to some chick's house, I got curious and followed him instead... to YOUR house," Puck said, leaning down on the locker with his shoulder. I got pissed. "You were spying on us?," I hissed, feeling violated. "Well... I wanted to see who made him all so happy... it's kind of sickening, if you think about it. Finn, acting all gooey-eyed and stuff," he pouted some, looking away. I blinked at this statement and felt my heart flutter in my chest. "... was he acting like that because... because of me?," I dared believe.

"I guess so. But I'm going to get a thing straight- there's only one person to make miserable, and that's me. I screwed up so many things for him and I'll go on forever feeling guilty for it," Puck stated firmly, pointing a finger at my face. I blinked and waited with baited breath for him to go on. "So, I guess what I'm trying to say is... damn. Look, don't mess this up for him. And you. There- I've said my piece. Now, go get him," Puck threatened, pulling me away from the locker and shoving me into the hallway, grinning.

I mirrored his own smile and knew that if I had Rachel and Puck tell me it was okay now, I could go after Finn.

It was worth having friends that would be there, especially if they were in Glee club.

'Would you believe in a love at first sight?
Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.'
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However, I knew there was still one obstacle.

Quinn Fabray.

I sought her out in the lunchroom, gripping my tray of salad and organic apple juice so tightly, I might have broken skin. I walked to her as she poked at her own food while looking at a baby book for when she would be ready to deliver. "H-hey, Quinn... mind if I sit?," I stammered, already feeling the cold dread of humiliation overcome me. The blonde looked up and smiled brightly. "Sure!"

I sat down and soon, we began a light conversation, talking about this and that until I grew quiet, shredding my napkin to tiny pieces. Quinn looked at my pile and then up at me. "Kurt, something's up. Do... you wanna talk about it?," she asked sincerely. I sighed nad buried my face in my hands. "Quinn, I'm in love with Finn and a couple of days ago, he kissed me but I pushed him away to make the decision if he really cared for me and not just some teenager hormonal thing and if he did like me, he had to make sure he wasn't still hung up on you and Rachel," I blurted out in a fast rush, feeling sick to my stomach.

'Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.'

Quinn didn't say anything for a moment until I felt her hand on my arm, turning me to face her. When I looked up into her rounded face, I saw her eyes shinning and lips trembling. "I figured as much... especially when Finn came to me, asking for help." I was stunned at this. Finn had come to Quinn too... looking for solace and her blessing. "And?," I asked shakily. Quinn shook her head, her blonde hair moving with her. "I don't mind it. Knowing that you would make him happy than what I could. I mean... I screwed around with his best friend, got pregnant and lost him to Rachel Berry," she stressed out. "But when he told me... that he started liking you, it scared him. I mean, Lima isn't the best place to be gay- no offense."

"None taken."

"But when he talked to me about you... Kurt, I swear he was flying. Like no one else mattered."

Quinn wiped her eyes and turned away, smiling some. "I think it's funny... how we all used to pick on one another, and now... you get your happy ending. In a way, I think this will let us all get what we want," she whispered, holding her belly. I let out the breath I was holding and stood, picking the girl up with me and embraced her tightly. "Out of everyone's opinion, yours was the one I needed," I said softly to her. Quinn gripped onto me and pulled back some, laughing a little. "Really? The knocked-up former head cheerleader made sense to a gay, fashion diva?," she teased.

"More than what you could imagine."

'Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Ooh, I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,
with a little help from my friends.'
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Okay, do NOT throw things at me! I told you this was going to be a short chapter because... I'm working on a BETTER ONE.
-grin-
Trust me, it'll be the most epic thing you'll ever read.
-the moonlight carries the message of Love.-

Later Days...!
-SD

'With A Little Help From My Friends.'- The Beatles