Chapter 5- Finn Tries To Use His Head
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Pretty Little Liars.
Thank you so much for the reviews! And "G" is not who you think it is. I haven't exactly started hinting it yet because the story has just started but I will soon. It will be very little clues- you probably won't even get them until you actually know who it is haha.
I kinda hate when the person is so obvious you know? I love it when its a complete surprise and your like no way!
Anyways- this chapter has some Finchel (blah!), a Quam momment, Santana bitchiness, Quinn/Santana interaction, some Puck investigating, some Shelby/Rachel interaction, some Kurt/Finn interaction, and some Finn dumbness.
Quinn walked through school completely pale. Her superior image that she usually wore had completely vanished. Sam walked towards her.
"Woah- Quinn- are you feeling okay?"
She stared at him for a moment.
"I'm fine," she finally said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah- yeah- ugh- hey look. M-money- I got some money for- for the club," she stammered.
She had decided to find ways to distribute the money in small amounts so no one would question why she had so much.
"Woah- fifty dollars. Nice,"
Quinn forced a smile.
"I took it out of my savings- but- I wasn't really saving up for anything- so you know- it would be stupid to just let it sit there"
"That's really sweet Quinn," said Sam.
"Hey- I- I- was wondering if you still wanted me to babysit your siblings for you. I haven't seen them in a while,"
"You still want to do that?"
Quinn nodded.
"Well- yeah I guess. If you really want to," said Sam.
Quinn nodded.
"Okay- wow- that would be really nice Quinn. I owe you one,"
"No- no you don't owe me anything," she said.
Sam started to say something else when Mercedes walked up to them.
"Hey guys," she said.
"Hey Mercedes," said Quinn. "You know what- I- I have to go,".
Quinn walked off. She didn't know if she would ever fully be able to feel good about herself ever again. She was going to try to be the best person possible.
Santana and Kurt walked hand and hand through the hallway. Kurt looked at Santana who looked absolutly miserable.
"Its going to be fine Santana. You just have to give her time," said Kurt.
Santana nodded.
"You know what will really help?"
"What?"
"If you show everyone the Santana we all know. The one who takes crap with an iron fist. If I was into you I would really admire you for the way you always made sure no one gives you any shit- and all the confidence you have,".
"That's very beautiful Hummel"
"I try"
Santana smiled.
"Well- then I want you to stay with me- for a lot longer. I need someone to make sure I don't go soft- and someone to distract me- you know"
"Yeah- yeah sure"
"And we have to be convincing. If that 'G' guy can figure it out- there could be a chance someone else will"
"Wait... what do you mean convincing?"
"Like show up to parties with me- and kiss me every so often- and on valentines day send me teddy bears and flowers and chocolate..."
"Valentines day?"
"Oh- and Christmas too. And try to be as convincing that you are straight as possible"
"Okay- maybe I should've let you stay soft..."
"Santana Lopez does not do soft Hummel!"
"And now we're back to scary Santana. I thought we were actually sort of bodning..."
Kurt felt her nails dig into his hand.
"Not when Santana is mad. Santana is like hell when she's mad"
"Santana also talks in third person"
"Don't criticize or I'll get all Lima Heights on you"
"You don't actually live there..."
"I used to!"
"Okay Santana- you are deffinatly 100 percent back..."
"Perfect!"
"Yay" Kurt said sarcastically.
Her nails dug deeper.
"Santana I'll-"
"Don't tell me anything about hand cream Hummel!"
"So do you know if anyone else is getting text messages," Rachel asked Finn.
"Ugh- I don't know,"
"Think Finn- has Kurt been acting weird?"
"Yeah... yeah- he actually has. And I think Puck- yeah- Puck tried to ask me about the messages,"
"Me too. I think he's being sent them,"
"Wait... how does he know that we were being sent them?"
"Well- were you acting weird before he told you?"
"Ugh- well I did get a text message before he asked me,".
"Yes- Puck is deffinatly one of the people,".
Finn looked at his girlfriends face. It had turned pale.
"Do you think there's anyone else?" he asked.
"I don't know- maybe".
At that moment people began to walk into piling into the choir room. Finn saw Kurt clutch his hand which had a bunch of small marks in his palm. Santana had her usual bitch look on. Puck looked furious about something. Quinn so fragile that a feather could knock her over. Everyone else looked pretty normal... except for Sam who looked really depressed. Finn was so confused.
"Okay everyone! Principal Figgens has excepted our idea for a bake sale due to our sucess last time. We need two groups of five-"
"Six Mr. Schue." Puck said.
"Oh- right- six. We need two groups of six to trade off. The first group will be Tina, Mike, Mercedes, Sam, Artie, and Brittany. The second group will be Puck- who really needs to use his nana connie's recipe again-" Mr. Schue smiled at Puck hopefully.
Puck's expression remained the same.
"Okay... in group two there will also be Rachel, Finn, Quinn, Santana, and Kurt,".
Puck, Santana, and Kurt all quickly looked at each other.
'That's weird' Finn thought.
"Group one will go tomorrow and thursday. Group two will go wednsday and friday. Now- if anyone else can think of a way to raise money it would be awesome!".
Sam looked over at Quinn who took a deep breath.
"What does that mean?" Finn thought.
Quinn stood up.
"Ugh- M-Mr. Schue. I-I'd like to give the c-club come money" she said.
"Really Quinn".
Quinn nodded. She walked up to him and handed him the fifty dollars.
"Wow Quinn! This is very generous," said Mr. Schue.
"I want it- to- to go directly- t-to the club. Especially- f-for our performances,"
"I'll make sure of that," said Mr. Schue.
Finn looked down. Fifty dollars was generous? He couldn't just walk up to Mr. Schue and give him eight hundred dollars without an excuse. But what could he say? And what was up with Quinn. She was acting like Tina back in her fake stutter days. Something was really bugging her. Finn put his hand to his head. It was really hurting from all of this thinking.
Rachel made her way out of the choir room with Finn. He looked confused.
"Did you figure something out?" she asked.
"I don't know Rachel..." Finn said in a spacey kind of way.
Rachel patted him on the shoulder.
"Keep on trying," she said.
Finn nodded.
"I'll see you after football practice Rachel," he said.
"Okay," she said smiling.
Finn walked off. She quickly pulled out of her phone to text Shelby.
Hey- I'm coming over today
Then she put her phone back into her bag.
"Hey Rachel," said Puck.
"Hey," she said smiling.
He smiled back.
"Ugh... I have to go," Rachel said. Then she quickly walked away from him. No way did she want another picture! But... that meant not being able to really talk to Puck. Because he was her friend! That's why she liked talking to him. She got into her car and drove to her mom's house. She needed to focus on something else.
The other day the director had called her back again saying that he wanted to make sure she was fully committed to the movie. She had told him that she would get back to him in a few days. After that she had read every show choir rule book she could but she couldn't find any loop holes. And seriously- what better person to ask than the former coach of vocal adrenilen?
"Puckerman! What happened?" Coach Beiste asked.
A few football players were sourounding him. Puck was clutching his knee.
"I don't know coach," he said weakly.
He tried to get up clutching his knee and wincing the whole time.
"Go get some ice from the locker room and ice your knee. We need you to be fit for the next game. Its in a week!"
"Okay coach,"
He limped his way to the locker room and closed the door behind him. He looked around to make sure no one was there. He stood up straight and made his way to Karofsky's locker.
Yeah right he hurt his knee. Puckasorous never got injured.
Puck opened the locker cringing at the smell. Did Karofsky ever clean out his locker? He tossed around the things in his locker. What was he supposed to be looking for? He then pulled out his back pack beginning to go through it. Finally found his phone.
SCORE!
He pressed a button. The screen told him to put in a password.
"Crap," Puck said.
He began to put in random numbers and words even the phrases "ihatekurthummel" and "gleeclubsucks". Nothing really worked. Finally he typed in password. The password thing dissapeared and the phone told him it was unlocked. No way!
Leave it to Karofsky to come up with the stupidest password ever!
He opened his messages and started going through them. Nothing.
Then it hit Puck... whoever this "G" person was was probably using another phone so their texts couldn't be traced. Puck started to go through Karofky's bag for a second phone. Nothing.
Then he went through all his notebooks. The only thing that caught his eye was a small little heart that had 'K.H. + D.K.' written in it. He took a picture of it with his phone. If this was "G" he finally had some blackmail too... plus that was friggen hilarious!
He heard footsteps. He quickly put down Karofsky's stuff and put it back into his locker and limped over to the ice machine grabbing a plastic bag. He put ice into it and tyed it then wrapped it around his knee with tape. He made sure it was the right knee then limped out of the locker room. He looked around the locker room to see who the person was... but no one was there.
Weird... maybe he was just hearing things.
Kurt and Santana sat on the floor with their legs spread out touching feet making a diamond shape. Santana grabbed Kurt's hands and pulled him forward leaning back. His head touched the floor.
"How are you so damn flexible Hummel?"
"I don't know. But Santana- how are we going to get into S.S.'s room"
They had made codes for what they talked about in cherrios practice since Coach Sylvester had ears like a hawk.
"I have no clue Hummel,"
Kurt pulled her back up pulling himself back and her down.
"There has to be a way"
"We have to do it when she's not here"
"Yeah... then how do we get into the room? I think there's like an alarm system in there".
Both of them came up.
Coach Sylvester walked up to them.
"Sandbags- porcelain. Work on your leg lifts. I need you to get your legs over your heads!"
Then she walked away. Santana easily picked up her leg and put it over her head.
"Guys like their partners to be flexible" she explained.
"What?"
"For sex,"
"Santana!"
"Just letting you know. I mean when I see you do all these stretches I am so-"
"Santana! Shut up! We are not having sex,"
"It would make this more..."
"No- that's where I draw the line"
"Can I at least tell people?"
"Yeah- let's give 'G' more blackmail".
The two of them didn't even notice Quinn Fabrey right by them listening to everything they said.
"I'm really sorry Rachel. I can't find anything," said Shelby turning away from her computer.
"There has to be something! This is my momment"
"What is more important to you Rachel? The movie or the Glee club?"
"Well Glee deffinatly- but I need to start my career"
"Your fallback career"
"I need to be known in this world. I want people to pass me and say 'oh my gosh- that's Rachel Berry! I love her!' instead of saying 'ew- that's Rachel Berry- that weirdo at school that no one likes'"
"Do you really think this film is going to help this?"
Rachel nodded.
"If the judges see you in a film they'll know and you won't be able to compete"
"What if I don't get payed"
"Do you really want to volunteer for a movie? Its a huge commitment and a whole lot of work"
Rachel sat down and put her head in her hands.
"I wish I could do both," she said.
"I know sweetie," Shelby said patting Rachel on the back.
All of the sudden she stopped.
"Is there a specific time this movie is supposed to end?"
Finn was waiting outside of the gym for Kurt to leave cheerleading practice and drive him home. He kept on thinking about the way Puck, Santana, and Kurt had all looked at each other when Mr. Schu said that they would be in a group together. What did it mean? Did they not like someone in the group?
But why would they talk about that together? Puck barely talked to Santana anymore and Santana and Puck both hated Kurt- well- not Santana anymore since they were dating for some reason. And then Quinn looked so upset and scared. She looked kind of- the opposite of what she always looked like. What was the word for the way she always looked like? Oh yeah! Proud.
And what was the opposite of proud? Finn tried to think. At that moment Kurt walked out of the gym.
"Oh- hi Finn. Are you okay? You look really confused," said Kurt looking at him.
"What's the opposite of proud?"
"Finn- you should've payed attention in kindergarten"
"Haha- funny dude," Finn said sarcastically. "No really- what is it?"
"Ashamed Finn!" Kurt said rolling his eyes.
"Oh yeah- thanks".
Kurt began to walk out of the school Finn followed him.
"Hey Kurt- um- I really wanted to figure out a way to raise money for glee club. You know... like last year with the kissing booth,".
"That was the worst idea ever Finn,"
"I know Kurt. I was the one who got..."
"Mono,"
"Right- but what do you think I should do,"
"Start a lemonade stand" Kurt said rolling his eyes and getting into his car. Finn got into the other side of the car.
"Okay Kurt. What's with the attitude?"
"Its nothing Finn,"
"Girl problems? Cause- I know how Santana can be..."
"No- our relationship is perfect," Kurt said clutching his marked hand.
Finn looked at it. That totally meant something and he was totally missing out on it.
"Do you use symbolistics Kurt?"
"Excuse me?"
"You know- when you use something to show what something else means without saying what it means,"
"What- wait- are you talking about symbolism?"
"Yeah!" Finn said smiling.
"I don't know what your talking about"
"Was that sarcasm?"
"Can you shut up?"
Quinn tapped Santana on the shoulder. Santana spun around.
"What!" she asked startled.
"I heard what you were saying in the gym today," Quinn said.
Santana straightened up.
"Normally I would tell you to not evsdrop but this is good"
"What?"
"You know and I know about you"
"So you did say something about- you know who?" Quinn asked.
"Quinn. Its not Voldemort- woah woah" Santana said stopping for a second. "I dated Sam way too long".
Quinn looked down.
"So anyways. Now that we're on the same page Puckerman, Hummel, Berry, and Finn are all going through this shit too,"
"What? That's half the club! That's the part of the club that got chosen for group two today"
"Yes thank you captain obvious"
"I'm sorry- but doesn't that sound a little suspicious to you?"
"Do you think its Mr. Schue? Why would he do this"
Quinn shrugged.
"I don't know- I'm not accusing him or anything- I just thought it was a little weird"
"Yeah we should probably do some background on him..."
"What?"
"Anyways- this is good- your cheer captain! You've got more ties than me and Hummel"
"Why is this good for us"
"We think S.S. might be a suspect"
"Really? That actually would make since... but I don't think its her"
"Why not?"
Quinn stopped. Sue would've told her if she was plotting to destroy the glee club... and why would she send Quinn text messages? If she knew all of the stuff she was sending Quinn then Quinn would've been off the sqaud a while ago.
"I just have a good feeling"
Santana nodded.
"Well I have to go," she said.
Santana started to walk away.
"Oh- Fabrey- does S.S. have alarms in her room?"
"No..."
"Awesome" said Santana. Then she walked out of the locker room.
Finn looked at the ceiling. There were no cracks on it. He hit his forehead. He needed to focus. He sat up and reached around the room for something to write on. He pulled his diary- no journal out from under his school books. He flipped through its pages. He would hate for "G" to ever find this. He would really prefer if no one knew his personal thoughts on the people in glee club.
He finally flipped to a blank page. He began scribbling down words onto it.
Kurt's hand scratches- symbolism for?
Puck/Santana/Kurt look- symbolism for?
Quinn proud to ashamed- how?
How did I make $800?
Why is Kurt PSMING? (that's the letter thing [that's called an arachnoid- smart Finn :) ] oh oh! PSM stands for period selective mood [Rachel would be proud of me] wait- Finn focus!
Finn looked down at the paper. This scribbling thing wasn't working for him. He put his diary/journal down on his desk. How would he fake make those eight hundred dollars?
He sighed and walked over to his xbox. He went through his games.
Ugh- wii sports? Why did he still have that? He should sell that. He could make money.
He put it down beside him. He went through his games until he finally found call of duty. He happily put it into his Xbox and began to start playing with the volume all the way up.
Kurt walked into the room.
"Finn! Turn the volume down! Ugh! Your room is such a mess! You have clothes and video games all over the floor! If I was you I would get rid of all of those stupid video games. They kill your remaining brainsells"
"No way! They're awesome! And they're really expensive,"
"Well I would've saved the money. If they were mine I would sell them all to buy more clothes".
Kurt started to leave the room then stopped.
"Hey Finn- you could sell some of your video games. That could get you money for Glee club"
Finn looked at the Wii Sports beside him then at Kurt gaping. Kurt just rolled his eyes and walked away.
Okay... I know I know. I may have gone a little overboard on the Finn but he's really fun to write. Haha. Sorry about that. I'll try not to do that ever again :)
In the next chapter guess what! PUCKLEBERRY! YAY! AND LOTS OF IT!
I'm really sorry I made you wait two whole chapters for it- but there's lots of it in the next chapter and there will be A HELL OF A LOT of it in the later chapters. Don't worry :)
Also- we get the final explanation of what happened that night of Pummelness. (seriously- best couple name ever!)
A little Santana/Kurt friendship
A little bit more of Finn using his head (I swear... after this chapter- I'll try to stop)
Some baking :)
And someone finds out someone elses secret.
And yes- they will all be coming together :D
I hope you like it :)