The Band Chapter 21: Rehearsal, a glee fanfic

Sorry for the long wait, I just kept getting ideas for some of my other stories, and school's been keeping me a little busy as well, but I finally have this chapter done, so yay!

It was Saturday morning, and Finn woke up to a sleeping Rachel in the middle of the Hudson-Hummel couch, "how did we fall asleep sitting up?" He complained as he rubbed his now sore neck. He looked at his girlfiend as she napped and smiled to himself. I really got it right htis time, he thought.

He loved her.

The tall boy stood up and made his way upstairs to his bedroom. Once he reached his mom and Burt's room he pushed the door open to peek inside. Like he expected they weren't home. They probably went out late last night and crashed in a hotel room, or in the car. Either that or they had an early work morning today.

Shrugging he walked back toward his room and pushed the door open, "ah." He said as he noticed how messy it was in there. "I defintely gotta clean this tonight." He whispered looking behind himself to make sure Rachel wasn't coming up the stairs. He didn't want her to see how messy he was.

"It's about time you got up," A voice said from the bathroom doorway.

"Kurt?" Finn wondered turning around.

"No, it's Blaine," The Warbler said as he stepped out of the bathroom, "Kurt was getting ready to wake you two up."

Finn nodded in understanding, "what time is it?"

"Eleven-forty."

"P.M?"

Blaine chuckled, "A.M."

Finn smiled, "Oh...okay." At least he didn't wake up too early, like at seven.

"So, I don't have to wake you up." Kurt said from his bedroom doorway.

Finn looked at his brother, "Rachel's still alseep."

Kurt nodded, "well, I'll wake her up and ask what she wants for breakfast."

Finn watched Blaine walk away with his brother before he went into his room to find clean clothes.

"You know I bet Trouty Mouth has it." Santana said as she flopped onto the Fabray couch with a bowl of Cheerios.

Quinn looked at her, "but don't you think he would have given it back yesterday when he was here?"

"I wouldn't bet on it." The Latina said scooping the spoon into the food and eating the cereal.

Quinn watched her for a minute before saying, "can't you eat that in the kitchen, or the dining room where food was meant to be consumed?" She wondered.

Santana just shrugged.

"You know I'm trying to clear the living room for the rehearsal today."

"Be my guest."

"Actually, factually, you are my guest."

Santana rolled her eyes, "no one said anything about factually."

Quinn sighed as she walked over to the couch the Latina occupied and tried to push it toward the wall, it didn't budge. She stood up after her second failed atempt, "what are you, like two hundred pounds?" She said glaring at the girl.

Santana shook her head, "no just a hundred and forty." She smiled scooping another spoonful into her mouth.

"A hundred and forty?" Quinn asked, "really?"

Santana nodded, "yeah, why? Is that bad? What are you?" She looked at her stomach worriedly and patted it before looking back at Quinn.

The blonde shrugged, "no, it's not bad." She said, "I'm one thirty-nine."

Santana scoffed at her, "anorexic."

Quinn's mouth dropped open, "rude...it's one pound."

Santana looked at her again after swallowing her food, "you giving up?"

"Yes," Quinn answered immediately, "I have an idea."

Sam stepped out of the shower at exactly the right moment as his phone was ringing and both Stevie and Stacy seemed to be staring at it debating within their minds wheter to answer it or not. Sam held the towel to his waist as he walked over to the phone, "I got it guys," he told the two young ones before picking it up , "hello?"

"Hey," Quinn answered in a sing-song voice.

Sam smiled immediately, "hey." He said in return, "what's up?"

He heard Quinn let out a soft chuckle before saying, "so, you know when you asked me out, or I mean, during your little proposal thing you said something along the lines of wanting me to call you if something was too heavy to move?"

Sam smiled, letting a soft chuckle leave his lips as well, "yes?"

He heard his girlfriend sigh, "well, I have two couches, and I'm sure they both weigh a lot, not to mention the two chairs or the table. However, if you're lucky I may be able to manage the table on my own."

"I'll be over soon." He told her.

"Thanks." Quinn whispered before they hung up.

Sam smiled to himself looking at his siblings, "you guys like Quinn, right?" He asked.

Stevie nodded, "lots, she's so pretty."

Stacy smiled, "absolutely, she bought me Barbie and Ken wedding dolls for my birthday!"

Sam nodded, smiling even more, "good, cause I like her too."

"No, you don't," Stevie said.

"You love her," Stacy finished.

And all Sam could do was nod, because they were right.

The taller Evans boy found his clothes and walked back toward the bathroom to change.

"This was really good Kurt, thanks," Rachel said as she put her dirty dishes in the sink.

"You're welcome Rachel," Kurt smiled, "I always like to experiment with new recipes."

"Well, it was amazing," Finn said as he put his own dishes in the sink. He let his eyes then wander to the clock.

Twelve.

"I gotta head to rehearsal, you sure you don't wanna come?" He asked Rachel.

The short diva smiled, "yeah, that's okay, I'm gonna hang with kurt and Blaine today."

"Oh, and Mercedes." Kurt reminded.

Rachel nodded, "yes, Mercedes also."

Finn nodded as he leaned down and kissed his girlfriend, "see you later."

"Have fun." Rachel told him.

"Okay, so the couches are done, all we got nex are the chairs and..."

"the table," Santana cut him off.

Sam looked at the table, "yes, the table." He looked at his girlfriend, "I thought you were moving that?" He asked.

"Santana wouldn't let me." Quinn said.

Sam looked at Santana, "really?"

"Hey," Santana shrugged, "you're the big strong man."

Sam looked at Quinn again, giving her a little wink, "that I am." Before he began moving the chairs.

I said don't do it babe
Said it ain't worth it babe
But you did it anyway
Four or five drinks and you were on your way

September 1st, 2003
It took the life right out of me
Hung up the phone
Raced out the door
Broken

Tried to believe that it wasn't true
But in my heart I always knew
That being the life of the party would catch up to you
Your family was waiting crying for three damn hours

I said don't do it babe
Said it ain't worth it babe
But you did it anyway
Four or five drinks and you were on your way
Everything's cool on the straight away
But you took that turn doing eighty-five in a thirty-five
Why babe?

Every time I'm home I pass that road
Driving alone and the street feels cold
Seeing your face yeah it's haunting me

My mind goes crazy tryin' to figure out
Just where you would be four years from now
And what you were thinking when the lights came down
The Doctors were trying to save you for three damn hours

Who ever said that life was fair
When you live without a care
When you're invincible
When you're invincible
When you're invincible
Who thinks about leaving when you're livin'

I said don't do it babe
Said it ain't worth it babe
But you did it anyway
Four or five drinks and you were on your way
Everything's cool on the straight away
But you took that turn doing eighty-five in a thirty-five
Why babe?

I said don't do it babe
Said it ain't worth it babe
But you did it anyway
Four or five drinks and you were on your way

"Quinn, I had no idea you could play the piano." Finn said as they finished the song.

Quinn shrugged standing up from the piano, "well, it's not just a prop."

"Music lessons since she was five." Puck said setting down his bass. "I learned this t my house." He said when he noticed everyone aside from Quinn was looking at him oddly. He srhugged again, "What, I have a piano."

"Who cares," Santana stated, "all that really matters was how freaking awesome you all sound together, and God, it's amazing."

Quinn smiled, "you're not just saying that?"

Santana shook her head, "no way Q, it's awesome."

Finn stood up from behind the drums, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," he said before he walked up the stairs.

"We got our next song?" Puck asked.

"Yes," Quinn said pointing to some papers on the table as she walked to the kitchen with Santana to get some soda.

Puck and Sam walked to the papers and each took one to figure out how to play the song.

Ten minutes later Puck, Sam, Santana, and Quinn were all ready to play the song, Finn however, was still upstairs.

"He can not seriously be going to the bathroom still." Puck complained.

"Go check on him make sure he didn't die." Sam told Quinn.

The blonde girl rolled her eyes but she went up stairs anyway. She walked toward the bathroom fully prepared to knock on the door but the door was already open with the light off. "Finn?" She aksed the open air. She heard a shifting in the room across the hall and turned around before pressing the half closed door open, "why are you in my room?" She asked the boy who was sitting on her bed.

Finn looked up at her and waved the picture he had in his hand, "you still have this?" He asked before setting the picture back on her bedside table. It was the picture he had thrown away, the one that was also in Quinn's ipod.

The blonde nodded as she sat next to him on her bed, "of course, why wouldn't I?"

Finn shrugged, "because I broke up with you."

"I'm aware."

"At a funeral." Finn said looking at her.

Quinn looked a little hurt and Finn immediately felt that he reminded her.

"I'm aware of that also." Quinn said. "But just because we're not together anymore it doesn't mean I'm gonna trash everything we had together." She told him, "that picture is one of the memories I have of one of the best dates I've ever been on." She smiled, "I love that picture, just like I loved that night. It shows how happy we were," she shrugged, "I was happy at least."

Finn swallowed the lump in his throat before he said, "I was happy, too."

Quinn nodded, "good."

Finn took her hand, "I'm sorry." He told her, "I know that what I did to you was terrible, but believe it or not, our relationship wasn't just built by me using you." He shrugged, "I loved you, I really did. Just not the way I wanted too, not the way I love Rachel."

Quinn nodded slipping her hand out of Finn's, "good, because it's a good memory," she nodded toward the picture, "and at least now I know you loved me a little, because I loved you a lot."

Finn furrowed his eyebrows fully prepared to say more but she stood up, "come on, they're waiting for us."

Finn nodded standing up as well, "right, okay."

He then followed her out of her bedroom, still confused as to whether she forgave him or not.

If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well I guess I'll make my own way
It's a circle
A mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore
Where's your gavel? Your jury?
What's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
Well sentence me to another life

Don't wanna hear your sad songs
I don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault
Cause you know we're not the same(no)
We're not the same(no)
Oh we're not the same
Yeah the friends who stuck together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good(hey)
It's good(hey)
It's good

Well you treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir
I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir
I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out

Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend

This is the best thing that could've happened
Any longer and I wouldn't have made it
It's not a war no, it's not a rapture
I'm just a person but you can't take it
The same tricks that, that once fooled me
They won't get you anywhere
I'm not the same kid from your memory
Well now I can fend for myself

Don't wanna hear your sad songs
I don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault
Cause you know we're not the same(no)
We're not the same(no)
Oh we're not the same
Yeah we used to stick together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good(hey)
It's good(hey)
It's good

Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend

They ended up practicing each song three times before they called it quits for a day, they really were only seeing how well they played together, and at the end of the rehearsal at three-thirty they realized they all messhed well together, and Santana was right, they sounded amazing.

Finn and Puck left a little bit before Sam did as he and his girlfriend stood at Quinn's door, "date tonight?" He asked.

Quinn nodded, "eight."

"Great, I'll pick ou up later."

Quinn smiled, "awesome." The boy leaned down to give her a kiss but she backed away, "Sam, can I have my ipod back?" she asked.

They boy blushed a little as he fished the thing out of his pocket, "sorry, I keep taking it by accident."

"She was getting ready to report it stolen." Santana said from the living room doorway.

Quinn rolled her eyes as she stuck the device into her back jeans pocket, "she's lying." She said before she and Sam shared a passionate kiss.

Seriously, Sam loved his life.

At four o'clock Finn was finished cleaning his room, "where the hell is it?" He said pushing all his trash back into his trash can.

He stood up after a moment carrying the can with him, he was gonna throw it in the big garbage can outside for trash pickup day tomorrow.

"Where's Rachel?" He asked as she stepped onto the porch and noticed Kurt and Blaine getting out of Blaine's car.

"She's still with Mercedes." Blaine answered.

"How was My Bloody Masquerade's first rehearsal?" Kurt wondered as he watched his step-brother walk to the garbage and dump his trash into the can.

Finn walked up toward the door with the other two, "it was good, fun, we actually sound really awesome together." He told them, "hey, Kurt, did you take that picture of Quinn and me from my trash?" He asked.

Kurt looked at him before nodding, "yeah, I told you it was a fantastic picture and it didn't belong in the trash."

Finn nodded, "I know, I was actually looking for it."

"Why?" The Hummel boy asked.

"I want it back, if you don't mind." Finn told him.

"You're not falling for Quinn again are you?" Kurt scolded.

Finn shook his head, "no, not at all. It's just, it's a good memory, and I was happy when I was with her. I mean, I'm over her now, but I loved her then." He shrugged, "I'd like to think we were a good couple when we were together, and I'll always love her...she was my first love."

"Oh," Kurt said opening the door for everyone. "Well, good for you."

So, there's that chapter, sorry for the long wait, I hope it was worth it...

...thanks for reading, reviews would be lovely

Songs:

Invincible, by Jesse McCartney
Ignorance, by Paramore

...thanks again...