Here's a good dose of angst for you. And Radiohead. A little Radiohead never hurt anyone.
xXx
Finn didn't know what had come over him. He wasn't gay. At least, he didn't think he was. But when he had shared those sentimental moments with Kurt, the only way he could describe how he felt was…
No, Finn thought, as he rubbed his forehead during his seventh period English class, That's impossible. Kurt's… a guy.
He realized that was the same thing he had thought in the closet with Kurt, right before he had...
Finn was confused. He could barely keep from having a panic attack. Finn looked up to the teacher, who was busy listing off morphemes.
How do they expect us to pay attention to this stuff? There's so much more happening in our lives…
Finn was overjoyed there wasn't Glee practice today. It was awkward just being in the same room as Kurt. Even in Spanish, when they had sat two rows apart, there was tension.
The bell rang, snapping Finn out of his trance of thought. Finally, I can get out of here.
Finn just wanted to be home. He wanted to run upstairs to his room and lie on his bed and blast music and forget about everything. He wanted it so badly, in fact, that he nearly sprinted to his car, without even stopping at his locker to grab his coat.
He was less than 20 feet away from the safety of his car before he heard familiar laughing from behind him. He turned to see his fellow football players about to toss Kurt in the dumpster.
Just leave. It's not like this is the first time this has happened to Kurt. He can deal with it. Just get in your car and leave.
That's what Finn expected to think. But before the thought could even flow through his mind, he was in the middle of a confrontation.
"Leave him alone," Finn ordered. Kurt's eyes went wide.
"What, are you gonna save him?" one of the jocks quarried.
"Maybe we should start calling you Finnderella!" another sneered.
"Shut the hell up and let him go," Finn said, towering over the others. He thanked god for his height and the intimidation it caused.
Surprisingly, they let Kurt go without a fight.
"Whatever man," one of them said, "You're gonna pay!"
They dismembered slowly and left. Kurt didn't say anything. Finn glared at the mob's backs until they were gone, and then he looked back at Kurt.
"You okay, man?"
"You didn't have to do that."
Finn coughed, "Yeah I did."
"I can take care of myself."
Finn was sure that Kurt didn't mean any harm, but those words still stung a little.
"I'm sorry," Finn said, looking away, "I just…"
"What?"
"I just can't stand seeing them hurt you anymore."
Kurt tried to stifle his blushing, but failed.
"Finn…"
Finn stared intently at Kurt; he could read the worry-sycophancy fusion embedded in his expression like a book. Kurt was feeling vulnerable again. He had to get out of there.
Before Finn knew it, Kurt had taken off without another word, leaving him by the dumpster he had rescued Kurt from.
xXx
Finn lied on his bed, both in shock and in relief. To avoid thinking, he put his iPod on the speakers and blasted it at a volume that a jet engine could scarcely compare to. A recognizable guitar and xylophone harmony came on, perfectly synchronizing with Finn's worrisome thoughts. He couldn't keep from singing along with Thom Yorke.
"A heart that's full up like a landfill…. A job that slowly kills you… bruises that won't heal."
Finn felt like he could cry at any moment.
"You look so tired and unhappy, bring down the government… they don't, they don't speak for us…"
He admitted that listening to such mournful music didn't help his mood. But he felt the need to.
"I'll take a quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide… no alarms and no surprises, no alarms, and no surprises… no alarms and no surprises, please…"
He let go. He allowed his tears to fall. He allowed himself to think. He couldn't just push the sadness away anymore. All of the mixed emotions he had felt earlier were even more chaotic now. Kurt ran away from him. He felt dejected in ways that words couldn't describe. He just didn't understand…
"Silence…… silence."
xXx
Om nom nom. Teenage angst tastes delicious. Fun as narcotics to write, too. Hahahaha, kick them while they're down! I'm so mean to the written character. And I'm definitely going to hell. See you there.
No Surprises is by Radiohead (and it's on a bitchin' album, OK Computer. Not as amazing as Kid A, but better for the subject matter at hand).
Considered using Green Day, but that would have been too easy.
Glee isn't mine. I'd give the poor actors hell if it were.