Thank you for your reviews guys, they mean so much.
So how did you all like Glee tonight? Hardly any Finchel except that one scene, I squealed when she faced him XD RIB are building them up for Nationals, you can tell ;)
Anyway back to the story...sorry I haven't UD in ages and I know I said on tumblr I would do it yesterday but I got caught up in my new fic I'm writing *coughs* a Finchel one *coughs* ;) then life had to go throw me a curveball right at the last minute :/ But you'll be happy to know that this is a longer chapter to compensate for your waiting :)
"Great." Rachel started as she spun around and began walking off, expecting Sam to follow her. "Now I was thinking…"
"So how did you do with the badges?" Quinn asked her boyfriend, who was staring at his ex girlfriend, and the guy she just asked to go prom with her, leave the room. "Finn?…Finn!" Quinn raised her voice after noticing the jock not paying the slightest bit of attention towards her. "Finn Hudson!" Quinn snapped her fingers in front of the quarterback, causing him to leave his thoughts behind.
"Huh?" he began as he started moving his head towards the blonde in front of him. "Quinn? Yeah. Ermm I'm great. You?"
"I never asked how you were Finn."
"Oh." Finn gazed downwards for a second, thinking of how his ex girlfriend would have asked how he was before speaking to him. It was more of a conversation starter, but his current girlfriend had clearly never heard of the phrase. "What did you ask then?"
"Urghh." Quinn sighed in frustration as she leaned on her right leg, tapping her left foot impatiently. "Finn listen to me. This is important. I can't afford you to be slacking and not listening to me. You need to be on the ball."
"Ermm…yeah. Ok. Course. So what did you say?"
"I said, how were the badges coming along?"
"Ermm…yeah. Great." Finn lied as his eyes quickly flickered up towards the door the brunette had gone through, just for a second.
"Good."
'Maybe Rachel is right.' Finn thought. 'Maybe it's all the prom stress that's making Quinn crazy, maybe I need to bring it out of her. Bring the old Quinn back. I'll do what I did with Rachel, take an interest, ask her personal questions.'
"So…" Finn started as he rose from his chair, grabbing his bag. "How has your day been so far?" he asked.
"Ermm…" Quinn looked up at her boyfriend with her left eyebrow raised. "It's ok. Prom is taking it's toll on me now. Totally stressing out about the whole thing. I mean I have so much to do before this weekend. There's only five days left! I am freaking out about everything. At least my dress is fine. I have another fitting on Wednesday and Friday night. So it's perfect for Saturday."
"Great. I guess prom is this really big thing for you?"
"Finn do you even know me?"
"Ermm-"
"Of course it is."
Finn nodded at Quinn's reply, noticing how she never repeated the question of how he was to him. She never asked him how he felt, how he felt about prom, about life in general. At least Rachel asked him, even if she didn't care for the answer. She still asked. Finn looked at the blonde attached to his arm. How could she not ask him? She's too busy with him giving out badges. Too busy making him spread the new about badges coming back. No one wanted badges. No one wanted the same old badges. They want something new. Not cupcakes, though. They all hate cupcakes, but Finn loves them. Unfortunately, Quinn had made it clear that it's what the rest of the school wants. Not him. What they approve of. But they don't approve of badges. Do they? They're so boring. Finn turned his face to what was in front of him. A pupil about to get slushied. Students forming a circle around them and two other jocks. A scene Finn knew all too well. As Finn and Quinn pushed their way through the crowd, trying to get to the lunch hall, they found themselves at the front of the circle, looking directly at the scene that was about to unfold before their very eyes. A devious smile spread across Quinn's faces as Finn recognized the student that stood in front of him. A dark haired student.
Oh no.
"Ready to your slushie on, Berry?" Azimio asked, not expecting a reply from the diva.
"I think we need to put her and everyone else out of their misery." Dave suggested as he inched closer towards the brunette, with the rest of the crowd cheering him on, except one quarterback. "You feeling hot Berry? Because you're about to get ice cold." a smile that mirrored Finn's girlfriend's, crept onto Dave face as he rose his left arm, which held the cup full of ice, before moving it backwards, to gain momentum.
Chants began to explode from the crowd, in unison; they repeatedly told the two jocks to do it. To throw the slushie in Rachel's face. To amuse them.
Without even thinking Finn was going to go and save her, he wasn't going to just stand and watch her get slushies. Only his girlfriend held a tight grip on his arm as he jerked forward towards his ex girlfriend. The quarterback turned his head away from Rachel, to his current girlfriend, who wore a frown upon her face. He knew that Quinn predicted what his natural instinct was beforehand.
"Finn ignore it." she told him as her eyebrows furrowed.
The jock hesitated for a second. Rachel, the girl he loves, was about to be humiliated in front of the whole school by Karofsky and Azimio. But she did tell him that Finn needed to stop being so protective over her. She wasn't his girlfriend anymore. Quinn was. He needed to be protective over her. Finn sighed, trying to think about what he should do.
Save her and face a huge fight with Quinn, or keep Quinn happy and just move on from Rachel?
He knew what he was going to do. He couldn't just stand and watch while Rachel gets slushied. No. The jock finally made up his mind, but he was too late. Quinn had snapped him out of his thoughts. Shaking his head, Finn saw that the tight circle made of students, had disappeared. Everyone had dispersed into the corridors, leaving a brunette drenched in grape flavour ice.
"Come on Finn." Quinn tugged on her boyfriend's arm before walking off.
But Finn didn't follow her, at least not straight away. He just stood there, looking at the shivering brunette, who was now making her way towards her locker.
"I knew you would do the right thing." Rachel told the quarterback as she brushed passed him.
"Huh?" Finn spun around, facing the ice drenched girl, with a confused facial expression set upon his face.
"Finn!" Quinn called from behind him. "Come on."
"Yeah." Finn finally spoke, still facing the direction of the brunette. "I'm coming."
"Oh my gosh." Mercedes began as she gasped at Rachel's appearance. "Rachel?"
The brunette spun her head around, smiling at her friend. "Hey." she greeted Mercedes, acting as if nothing was wrong. Nothing drenched her from head to toe.
"R-Rachel? What the hell? Oh my gosh, is this Karofsky? What is up with that dude?"
"We-"
"I know." Santana blurted out as she walked passed the two.
"Whoa, you wait right there." Mercedes started, making her way towards the Latino. "Now you tell me what the hell has gotten into you. First, you're getting slushies thrown at you, then you decide to go to the prom with the guy who did that and now you know secrets about him? Santana what is going on?"
"Nothing Wheezy. I simply just know things."
"About Dave? How? I thought you hated him."
"Well you have to keep your friends close but your enemies even closer. So I already had dirt on him and when I told him he thought it was something else and confessed the whole thing to me." Santana moved her eyes away from the diva in front of her. "I may have wanted to slip poison in his food, in the past, but he's not that bad once you get to know him."
"And since when have you got the time to do that exactly?"
"Since I found that something out about him. Turns out he's just a little confused boy."
"Huh?" Mercedes raised her right eyebrow in confusion while the brunette who was covered in ice, opened her locker, still listening to their conversation.
"Karofsky doesn't like people of the opposite gender."
"What are you going on about? He doesn't like girls?"
"Urghh." Santana rolled her eyes as she sighed in frustration. "Listen Aretha, and listen good, Dave isn't interested in girls in that way. He doesn't like, like girls. He thinks he likes guys more."
Mercedes looked at the Latino still in confusion. Only when the words finally sank into her brain did she understand. Her eyes widened as her jaw dropped.
"Karofsky is gay?" Rachel asked as she slammed her locker shut with her spare clothes in her other hand.
"Well…that's what he thinks. He confused right now, but pretty much yeah."
"Oh. My. God." Mercedes blinked several times, still trying to process the information she just received.
"Wow that's big. Should of guessed seen as he's the only jock on the football team who hadn't dated anyone."
"And that's not all." Santana continued. "You know how Kurt left because he was getting bullied?"
"Yes." Rachel responded as her head nodded slightly.
"Well, turns out, it wasn't just the bullying that got to him. Karofsky put the moves on him."
Both Mercedes and Rachel fell silent. Their eyes widening as wide as saucers at the information Santana imparted on them.
"Karofsky kissed Kurt?"
"Hey." Kurt knocked on the open door before making his way into his stepbrother's bedroom. "I brought you your milk. It's nice and warm."
"Oh." Finn lifted to the two hands that covered his face and sat upright on his bed. "Hey Kurt." the quarterback flashed him his half smile, which a year ago would of made Kurt melt, but not anymore since he met Blaine. "Thanks." Finn dropped his smile as he gently took the cup that was handed to him. "Hmm. It's nice and warm." he forced another smile onto his face after taking a sip.
"Good."
"Was there something else you wanted?" Finn asked, after noticing his stepbrother still lingering in his room, gazing down at him.
"Aren't you going to congratulate me?"
"For what?"
"Oh." Kurt raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Haven't they told you about me?"
"Kurt what are you talking about?" Finn asked as he put the milk down on the nightstand next to him.
"They haven't told you?"
"Who?"
"Oh, never mind." Kurt nodded his head slightly before grinning insanely at him. "So…I'll just go now."
"Whoa, hold up. Tell me who is supposed to tell me what?"
"No." Kurt started as he began to make is way towards the door which he came through earlier with his smile broadening. "You'll find out. I'm sure they'll tell you."
"Who? Who will tell me what? Hey, don't just walk away from me. Tell me."
Kurt smiled to himself as he continued to approach the door.
"Then walked off?"
"Yeah. I asked him and he strolled off. Just left my room."
"What do you think he meant?" Mercedes asked the quarterback as she shut her locker door.
"I dunno." Finn shrugged as he leaned against the locker next to the diva's. "He just grinned at me then went downstairs."
"That's so weird, who's going to te-"
"Hey guys." Rachel interrupted as she beamed at the pair while approaching them. "What you talking about?"
"Oh…erm…hey Rach." Finn awkwardly smiled at the brunette. "Er we were talking about Kurt. Yesterday he came into my room and started talking about how I should congratulate him, but I didn't know what it was, so he asked me whether they had told me or not."
"Who's they?"
"I don't know. That's the thing. I asked Mercedes because she's the closest person I know to Kurt. Plus Blaine, but Blaine doesn't go here so…"
"Well look." Mercedes began as she faced the quarterback fully. "I'm sure you'll find out soon whatever it is and I think whoever 'they' are, will tell you. But I can ask him if you want? He'd tell me."
"Yeah thanks Merc-"
"Oh my god." Mercedes muttered under her breath as her eyes widened at the sight of a particular boy walking down McKinley's corridors. "Kurt!" she called as she edged closer towards him.
Finn automatically turned his focus away from his ex girlfriend towards the direction Mercedes was facing. "Kurt?"
"I guess I'll be able to ask him sooner than expected. I'll talk to you two later." Mercedes told the two as she began to run towards her best friend. "Kurt!"
"So…" Rachel started as she and Finn realized they were alone with each other yet again. But she couldn't seem to finish what she had started after noticing the awkward quietness that grew since she had approached him, The Finn and Rachel silence, had reached it's peak and was now looming over the two.
"I heard you're going to prom with Sam." Finn started, trying to break the icy silence. "That's nice."
"Yeah I am."
"Cool."
The pair stood in complete silence, staring at each other before Finn coughed and decided to leave. "I think I better go now. Gotta go see Quinn about some prom related thing."
"Oh ok. I'll see you later then."
"Yeah"
"Ahh McKinley hasn't changed a single bit since I last stepped in these halls." a familiar voice whispered in Rachel's ear later that day.
The brunette spun around to see a certain Jesse St James smiling down at her. "Jesse!" Rachel beamed at her ex boyfriend as she gave him her undivided attention. "Hey what are you doing here at school?"
"I have to go talk to Mr Schue about prom. About the song and choreography which will be at it's basic level knowing Mr Schuester. I just hope he doesn't make me sing a song that sucks like when he rapped Ice Ice Baby. It was alright but not something you want at prom."
"Yeah."
"But I can guess what other topic is likely to pop up during our conversation." Jesse told the brunette as he raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah sorry about that in advance. He can get quite protective at times."
"No I understand. For a teacher, such as Mr Schue, I can see why they would project their fatherly instincts onto students they teach. Teenagers they are fond of, in this case, it is the Glee club."
"Right well…erm why are you carrying that?" Rachel asked turning her attention away from Jesse's face towards his hand where he held a black suit.
"This?" Jesse asked as he lifted his clothing upwards. "It's my suit. I have to wear it for prom. As do all the other males that are attending. Mr Schue told me to bring one for practice. Basically it is a dress rehearsal."
"Oh right."
"Thing is, I don't where to change into this. I can't go into the toilets because there is no space in the cubicles and it unhygienic."
"You could use the practice room." Rachel suggested as she shrugged. "No one goes into there apart from Glee club and that isn't until after school."
"Yeah?"
"Of course, I'll keep guard if you're really that worried."
"I never said I was but thanks Rachel. You services won't be needed though." Jesse smiled at the brunette as the two began to make their way towards the choir room.
"Have you noticed that everyone seems to be staring at us both?" Rachel asked her ex boyfriend as the pair continued to make their way towards the empty practice room. "They keep looking at us."
"That's probably because they've all heard about what your ex boyfriend did to you and then they see you walking beside him months later."
"You think? I never get this much attention from the school unless an ice cold beverage is hurtling towards me."
"That's not true. I mean I'm sure Finn gave you his full-undivided attention towards you. I know I did."
Rachel turned her head away from the students staring at the pair, and looked up at Jesse, who was smiling down at her. At that moment, Rachel felt something she only ever really felt with Finn.
Awkwardness.
"Hey babe." Quinn wrapped her arm around his as she matched her steps towards her boyfriends. "I'll get straight to the point." the blonde informed Finn as her sweet innocent smile dropped. "You can drive and seen as you picked me up this morning I need you to come with me to my dress fitting today."
"Erm isn't it bad luck if I see your dress?"
"No Finn. That's if we're getting married. This is just prom so I need you come with me."
"I'm not sure whether I can mak-"
"Finn." Quinn started, narrowing her eyes at the quarterback, as her voice changed into a serious tone.
'Oh crap it's scary Quinn.' Finn thought as his girlfriend stopped in front of him.
"I need to get this fitting done. Prom is tomorrow, if I don't have this final fitting, I will actually die. I'm not exaggerating one little bit. Prom may not mean so much to you but it does to me ok? I need that crown. I will only get that crown is if I look great and in order to look great I need to check my dress is perfect and fits me. Finn, you denying me a ride to the mall to get this done would mean you are preventing me from getting my crown. Would you really want to do this?"
"Erm…no?"
"That right. Now come on we need to get there quick."
"Why are we going to the mall? Did you get your dress from the mall?"
"Finn how could you say that? No, I'm trying to win Finn. Not lose. The designer told me to pick it up there because she's gone to visit her sister who has a shop there. She has to go help with some financial stuff; I can't remember what she said. I wasn't listening."
"Oh. Ok."
"So I think that suit we got was great. It looked really nice on you." Rachel told Sam as the two walked towards a McDonalds.
"Thanks Rachel." Sam smiled down at the brunette as they both sat at a booth after collecting their food. "I really appreciated it."
"Oh it's nothing."
"I'm surprised we found a suit available for such a good price at the last minute."
"Plus it looks fabulous."
"Yeah. I mean I wasn't even planning to go really. Me and Quinn discussed it but then she had to go and cheat on me. Santana was too busy getting revenge on the school to even talk about it. I just didn't think there was any point for me to attend seen as I never really made any plans with anyone."
"So? I made plans with Finn, which then shattered into pieces when we broke up, but hey, I was going to go stag then when I heard Mercedes wasn't going with anyone, we decided to go together as friends. Sam we asked whether you wanted to come with us so that counts as planning with someone therefore you now have a reason to go."
"Yeah well thanks."
R-r-review:) Questions, suggestions and constructive criticism are always welcome:) Ok teh next chapter will be long too and heres a little hint (well kind of a big one)...Finn confronts Quinn for definite this time :)