All right, here's chapter three. Sorry that chapter two was kind of flat, but here you go!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE.
Finn saw the tears in Rachel's eyes, and, for a brief moment, he placed his chopsticks on the table. Looking at the octopus, then to his girlfriend, distraught and overcome with despair, he sighed. It was at that moment when he realized that her tears aroused him. Drumming his fingers on the table again, he looked at the blob snaking its way up Rachel's neck. It purred a little, before going back into her shirt, presumably to feed itself with her milk. Seeing it all happen in front of him was unbearable, but Finn knew that he had to maintain control. Taking a napkin from a nearby table, he offered it to the sobbing girl.
"Look, whatever that thing might have done wasn't my idea, but I'm sure it meant no harm."
Rachel wiped her face, choking between her sobs; when at last she gained the composure to speak, her voice shook.
"It held me up in the air... and violated me." Her head fell back upon the table, and the patrons began to glare at the football player.
Smiling, Finn lifted her onto her feet, and kissed her. "I'll see Artie about it tomorrow."
After driving his girlfriend back home and forcing her against her will out of the car (her cries of "Please don't leave me alone with this thing" still reverberated in his mind) Finn found, waiting at the porch of his residence, his half-brother Kurt. In his hand was a brightly-colored magazine, and in his eyes was a look of righteous indignation.
"Finn, what the hell is this?" Kurt said, raising the magazine to Finn's eye level. It was a foreign magazine. On the cover was a drawing of a girl, perhaps no more than fifteen, blonde, dressed in a bonnet, corset, and petticoat. Holding her in the air was an enormous green monster, with seemingly thousands of tentacles and thousands more eyes, penetrating the poor girl in every orifice imaginable. Perhaps the most distinct and disturbing aspect of this image, however, was the amount of blood spurting from the slender nymph. A thin layer of white crusted over the cover of the magazine, and Kurt looked like he wanted to vomit just holding the sacrilegious volume.
The football player tried to ignore him, trying to push past. Kurt, however, stood firm. "Well? To each his own, but this is depraved. You need help. Look, I'm gay, and I like certain things too, but this is unnatural."
Finn glared, and ran upstairs. Snatching the magazine from his half-brother's hand, he frantically searched for a place to bury his precious treasure. When he managed to reach his bedroom and locked the door, he pulled out a box from beneath his bed. Inside were even more volumes and DVDs of the stuff. Among these were various snuff films, books on sadomasochism, a Kama Sutra, and volumes upon volumes of foul literature from eastern Europe, Mexico, and Japan. Throwing the stained magazine inside, he took the box and rushed downstairs, into the basement. Hiding the articles amid various clutter, Finn produced a pen from the inside of his coat and drew a large X on the wall, marking the location of the box. As he turned to go, however, he saw Kurt, arms crossed.
"I was right then. You have more?"
"God damn it, Kurt! Can't you just leave me alone?"
Kurt shook his head. "You've been acting really weird lately. You became sort of obsessed with tentacles after Rachel's birthday, and I'm worried about her."
Finn wanted nothing more than to crush him then and there. It was unbearable to know that within his own home, there was an overwhelming threat in the form of this boy. While the rest of the world remained oblivious to Finn's urges, Kurt, slender and effeminate, could blow Finn's secret. Then, everything would fall apart; Rachel would abandon him, New Directions would reject him, nobody would dare come near him. He could never bear that sort of humiliation, but what could he do to keep Kurt silent? He had an idea. Finn leaned towards Kurt and whispered in his ear.
"Fine. I'll destroy it. If it makes you happy, I'll let you get rid of it. Will that make you happy?"
Kurt said nothing, but pointed at the box. Finn grudgingly obliged, taking his collection and handing it to Kurt. A smile played across the face of the younger, and he turned upstairs. "I really am worried about you, but I hope we can still be friends. Do you want to watch a movie later?"
Finn leaned against the wall and sighed. "Sure. Is it okay if I pick?"
"Should I worry?"
"No, of course not."
The two brothers walked upstairs. They went in different directions; the elder went to the pantry in search of popcorn, while the younger took the Pandora's box to his room. As Finn placed the popcorn in the microwave, Kurt slid the box into the closet and shut the door, before turning to go downstairs. When he reached the living room, he found Finn waiting on the couch with a bowl, two glasses of Coke, and a blanket, already a few minutes into the movie. Kurt sat down, took the glass closest to him, and took a sip. "What did you pick?"
"Oh, I got a horror film. You aren't going to start crying on me, are you?"
The younger boy scowled. "Asshole."
A few minutes passed. As the busty protagonist and her companion found themselves stuck on the road, Kurt felt sleep overtaking him. The struggle to stay awake was overwhelming - in the past twelve hours, he had endured exam after exam, and hardly possessed the strength to continue. As he closed his eyes and leaned upon the couch, he took a deep breath and fell asleep.
Kurt was roused by an blood-curdling shriek. the youth's eyes snapped open. Looking to the television screen, he saw a man in a lab coat, presumably the villain, standing over a group of whining, bleeding girls. His gaze then turned to his own companion, who was masturbating furiously. Kurt's eyes widened in shock. He then saw the title of the film:
The Human Centipede.