Episode 6: Never Been Kissed
Sam walked over with Finn in the locker room. Sam hopped out of his clothes, and left himself only in his red FTL boxer-briefs, which formed I his body, leaving his brief lines visible. Not that anyone noticed.
"You sure about coming out about the tighty whities." Sam joined Finn in the neighboring ice bath.
"No, I mean, yeah." Finn explained. "I mean, I'm keeping this huge secret or I'm getting bullied. I guess this is how Kurt felt. Plus, Rachel gave me this huge make out session, she said it was celebratory."
"Did she put out?" Sam giggled, while remaining completely serious.
"Nah Dude. Has Quinn?"
"Not after the whole pregnancy thing." Sam shrugged. "You know how did we manage to find the two girls in High school who won't put out? I mean, It's too hard to fight anyway... Down there."
"I usually remind myself of when I almost killed someone with a car." Finn giggled, running his fingers through his face.
"I've never actually almost killed anyone..."
"You need you're own cool down... like that!" Finn pointed to the Bieste, who was picking her wedgie. "You ever notice how when she gets angry her underpants go straight up her butt?"
"I think I found my cool down!" Sam exclaimed, fist bumping Finn.
-GLEE-
"I take it we have a lot of sweater trends to cover this season," Tina actually spoke as she walked with Kurt down the hall.
Suddenly, Kurt slammed the locker as Karofsky pushed him straight into it. Karofsky slipped his hand into Kurt's tight black skinny jeans and grasped his purple bikini briefs, giving them a quick tug.
Kurt didn't respond as Karofsky walked off.
They continued their walk into the choir room.
"Alright guys. Let's get down to business," Will announced.
"I have here our competition list for sectionals. First up, an all male acapella group from Dalton Academy. The Warblers. And the Hipsters…" Will ended. "Since it always gets us pumped for Sectionals, I figured this week could be our second annual boys vs. girls competition."
Everyone smiled. Then, Finn remembered something.
"Wait, are the losers being punished?" Finn asked, referring to the duets competition he had lost.
"Not this time," Will answered. "I think you guys will have to face a lot of problems on your own this week."
-GLEE-
Finn was standing at his locker when suddenly a fro popped out of nowhere.
"Well, hello there Finn Hudson," Jacob began as his film crew stood behind him. "Um, hi," Finn replied, closing his locker.
"So Finn, tell us. How does it feel to be the most talked about person in the whole school?" Jacob interviewed.
"Ummm, wait people are talking about me?" Finn wondered.
"Yes, everyone wants to know how you feel regarding your… incident last week?" Jacob asked.
"Oh that," Finn slightly blushed. "I'm okay. Speaking of that, could you take down those photos you have of me hanging off your blog? There was a lot more bare skin than I anticipated," Finn finished.
"Finn, everyone's talking about the tighty whities you were sporting in the hallway," Jacob changed the subject.
"They are?" Finn asked confused.
"Yes Finn. What I find weird is that Brad Majors would be wearing Calvin Klein low rise briefs when Brad was seen in the movie wearing baggy full cut jockeys," Jacob contemplated.
Suddenly, Will walked out in the hall and saw the interview. Finn made eye contact with him and smiled.
"That's because the Calvin Klein briefs weren't Brad's…. they were mine," Finn admitted.
Jacob's jaw dropped. "Did you hear that folks? Finn Hudson has officially declared himself as a briefs man."
"I'm sorry, but why is it so important? It's just underwear," Finn questioned.
"Because it's YOUR underwear, Finn. You're practically a celebrity at this school. People care," Jacob answered. "How about showing a little for all of your fans?"
"What? No," Finn blushed, as he started to take a few steps back.
"How about we help you out with that?" Azimio asked as he put his arm around Finn's neck.
"Yeah, let's help out," Karofsky mimicked Azimio.
"Wait, what?" Finn said, confused.
Both boys then crouched to their knees and grabbed a side of Finn's jeans and yanked them down past his knees.
Finn froze as his pants stayed at his ankles. There were no boxers to protect Finn anymore. He stood there in his small navy polo, his new letterman, and his plain hanes white briefs.
"Check out those tighty whit- " Jacob was cut off by Will.
"That's enough, Jacob," Will stated as he stood between Finn and the camera.
Jacob nodded and left.
Will turned around to face Finn.
"Thanks, Mr. Schue," Finn smiled.
"You're welcome. Now, pull up your pants." Will reminded.
"Oh right," Finn replied as he shrugged up his blue jeans.
-GLEE-
FINN
So I was standing at my locker, when I felt the all to familiar breeze on my legs and thighs. I has gotten pantsed for the sixth time today. So, I kept my cool and pulled my pants up, they were pulled right back down though.
So, as I pulled them up again, I turned around. "Cool guys! Just leave me alone alright! It's underwear, not that big of a deal." I screamed to the entire hallway.
"Yeah, girls underwear!" Someone called back. I grunted in annoyance before slamming my locker.
SAM
While I was just standing around, waiting for Glee Club to start, when I saw Karofsky run by Finn, pantsing Him in the process. Finn rolled his eyes. He felt bad letting Finn take all the bullying. But he dreaded the fact that one day, he could end up like Finn, getting pantsed twice in a row. By now, Finn had slammed his locker shut and ran. Walking Into the choir room, I shook my head at everyone, they were ass holes.
WILL
I was walking towards the choir room, with. Bunch of papers in my hand, thats when I saw Finn standing alone in the hallway. "Finn, shouldn't you be in Glee right now?"
"Oh, sorry Mr. Schue. I'll be there in a minute." Finn said quietly.
"People still giving you crap about the tighty whities?"
"Naturally." Finn replied, walking with Myself towards the choir room.
I felt bad, after all I kept pushing him to come out about the underwear. That's when I Concocted a plan, a great plan. "Finn, I have an idea. That stuff about no wedgies for me this year... Forget it."
"Why?" Finn asked me curiously.
"I have an idea."
-GLEE-
"How's it going wheels?" Puck asked as he began to steer Artie's wheelchair.
"Uh, fine. Listen, Puck, I know it's only been a couple weeks since you came back from juvie and you want some of your street cred back, but I was wondering if you could hang me from my underwear on the back flagpole… there's less people," Artie pleaded.
"Relax, I'm not going to hang you," Puck responded.
"You're not? Why?" Artie asked.
"Because you're going to help me help you," Puck instructed. "You're my community service," he finished.
"How's that going to work?" Artie wondered.
"Oh, you'll see," Puck guaranteed.
-GLEE-
Kurt strutted down the hallway, wearing his new Versace scarf, last night he'd went out and bought a Versace scarf and bikini briefs. He couldn't wait to show Mercedes... The scarf anyway. So, he was caught off guard when the rubbing of his designer briefs began to hurt him. He groaned as he felt the stinging sensation of a wedgie from none other than Karofsky. "Get off!" Kurt begged.
"What's up?" Karofsky said, continuing his bullying. He held the bikini briefs at the same height, catching stares from everyone else.
"Hey!" Mr. Schue called from behind. "Come here!" Mr. Schue had made his way over to Kurt, thought Karofsky had already left. He'd ran down the hallway to avoid the detention he'd soon be getting. "Kurt, c'mon. Come into my office."
It took a minute to get situated but Kurt was already talking. "I don't see why I should talk to you. You don't care really, I mean, you put me with the boys, who aren't as hard working as the girls. And don't appreciate me as much."
"Kurt. You know I care." Mr. Schue comforted.
"Then why wouldn't you let me work with the girls, ever. I'm not challenged in the least bit with the guys."
"You know, why don't we do this..." Mr. Schue started.
-GLEE-
"Guys! You are doing songs traditionally sung by girls. Artists like Madonna, Lady Gaga, Cyndi Lauper, Spice Girls!" Mr. Schue said to his glee Club students who were staring back at him. "Girls, try to do some ancient rock. The Who, Guns N' Roses."
It was 10 minutes later, when Kurt was shot down again. "I'm thinking feather headbands and Gucci brown leather."
"We can just do whatever. The girls are gonna win anyway. Plus, no prize for the winner." Puck leaned back in his seat. "Make yourself useful and go spy of the Drawblers."
"Warblers." Kurt corrected. Then he shook his head and walked away.
-GLEE-
Sam was sitting with Quinn when he felt her lips on his. They made out passionately for a few minutes. Her lips caressing against his muscles, then he felt it, down below. He was in top of Quinn now, and needed to cool down. He realized it was time for his cool down. Sam shoved his right hand down his pants, grabbing a fistful of his Yellow Bikini Briefs. He pulled them up, creating a burning sensation in his ass. He stopped paying attention to Quinn's kisses and more to the pain he was purposely causing himself. The yellow material almost tore out of his ass, before he felt his problem disappear. As he situated his underwear, he gasped and grinned.
-GLEE-
Arite sat in his wheelchair as he stared at Brittany walk by.
"What's up with that?" Puck asked concerning his stare.
"She was my first," Artie revealed. "And I think I want her back."
"No problem," Puck declared. "We'll double date and take them out to Breadstix."
"But Breadstix is expensive. I don't have that kind of money," Artie complained.
"Relax dude. I'm three steps ahead," Puck replied, pulling out his guitar.
In the courtyard, they began to sing for money. Puck walked around with his guitar intimidating some to donate money to their cause.
-GLEE-
After his work out, Finn walked into an empty locker room.
"Finally," Finn thought.
He could finally take off his clothes in peace and not be made fun for his underwear.
That reminded Finn. He pulled out his iPhone and discovered he was still a trending topic in his area. #FinnHudsonWearsTightyWhities
Finn took off his shirt and began to go to Jacob's blog. It had been redesigned and it had a link just for Finn. Finn clicked on the link that read, "Finn Hudson's Tighty Whities".
As he waited for the page to load, Finn slipped off his shorts and opened his locker. Finn glanced at his phone.
The page was full of videos and pictures. Finn's hanging atomic wedgie. The interview. There were gifs of Finn getting pantsed and even pictures of his hanes waistband as he bent over to get water.
The most recent update read, "See Finn in his tighty whities… LIVE"
Finn looked in his locker and saw that it was empty.
"Finn Hudson…" Jacob's voice boomed behind Finn's white brief covered body.
Finn turned around. "How does it feel to go from being the most popular guy in school to being the biggest loser in school?" Jacob interviewed.
"I'm- I'm not a loser," Finn said, slowly putting his hands in front of his underwear, blushing.
wedgies, including me, for wearing the exact same thing you're wearing and it doesn't make you one of us? A loser?"
"I… was wrong," Finn admitted. "Your preference of underwear doesn't make you loser… your actions do," Finn explained.
"Good point," Jacob agreed, as he pushed Finn into the locker and grabbed his Hanes waistband.
"What're you doing?" Finn asked as felt his briefs go in between his butt cheeks.
"You said it yourself," Jacob answered. "Your actions define you, and I'm giving the most popular guy in school a wedgie." He laughed.
"Let go," Finn pleaded as he felt his briefs stretch.
Jacob obeyed. He turned to the camera.
"That's it for now folks. We'll see you next time with more of Finn's tighty whities."
After Jacob left, Finn pulled out his wedgie and wiped the tears from his eyes. How was he going to get out of this? How was he going to fix this?
-GLEE-
Kurt walked through the hallway following warblers down the steps. He had been told to spy, so he did. Dressed in a black jacket and slacks, along with a pair of sunglasses, he still stood out. No one said a word though. He looked over to see an exceedingly cute boy. His hair was black as night and was gelled down. Kurt watched as a friend yanked his slacks to the floor. Kurts jaw dropped as he saw the boy's hot legs covered by a pair of black diamond covered boxers. Sure Kurt preferred tighter underwear on boys, but his underwear fetish was full for the day. The boy saw Kurt staring, and cocked an eyebrow. "Are you lost?" he asked. His voice wasn't mean or hostile. It seemed as if he actually cared about Kurt.
"I-I. Uh... Yeah." Kurt stammered.
"You must be new, the name's Blaine." He greeted. "You headed for the Warblers?"
"Yeah. Where's everyone else headed?" Kurt replied.
"The warblers. They're like rock stars."
"Wait, the Glee Club is cool here?" Kurt asked, surprised.
"Yup."
-GLEE-
Mike sat in the janitors closet, feeling Tina's gentle kisses on his neck. The attraction grew and grew as he realized, he needed to cool down! Tina's kissing continued as he gasped, remembering Sam's advice. Giving yourself a wedgie! While Tina was pressed against the wall, Mike brought one hand behind his back, clenching onto his black boxer-briefs waistband. When the burning in his ass ached he forgot everything. His red ass throbbed with each pull up on his underwear. Before he knew it, he had successfully cooled down.
-GLEE-
Kurt quietly took a sip of his latte, sitting across from three Warblers, including the attractive brunette who was pantsed earlier, Blaine. "So..." Kurt trailed off. "How'd you know I was a spy?"
"It was actually endearing. You were such a bad spy." One Warbler smiled.
"I have one question. Are you all gay?" Kurt said, bringing up the question out of the blue.
All three chuckled, until Blaine started to speak. "No. Well, I am. These two have girlfriends. We just have a zero tolerance policy for bullying."
"Interesting..." Kurt grinned, taking one more sip of a latte.
-GLEE-
"This is it. You ready to get those girls to go out with us?" Puck asked Artie.
"I guess," Artie responded with no confidence.
"What's wrong dude?" Puck asked.
"It's just… I'm a loser and I totally dissed Brittany. There's no way she'll go out with me now," Artie claimed.
"Alright, what's the one thing that makes you a loser?" Puck asked.
"Well, for one, I wear tighty whities," Artie answered.
"So? I wear cartoon briefs, and I'm still a badass," Puck replied.
"Yeah… how do you even do that?" Artie wondered.
"Stand up. I'll show you," Puck stated. Artie looked at him hopelessly.
"Oh right," Puck realized. He pulled up Artie and made him latch onto his shoulders. Using his hands, Puck began to pull down Artie's khakis.
"What're you doing?" Artie sounded alarmed.
"Look for yourself," Puck stated as he showed Artie the reflection.
"Sagging?" Artie said, falling back into his chair.
"That's right," Puck said as he too pulled down his pants showing off nearly the entire white and red Spiderman briefs.
"Sorry… but what's sagging going to do?" Artie asked.
"You have to be cool bro," Puck advised. "If you can pull those off, then you're instantly a badass. Believe me, it works," Puck explained.
"What if Karofsky or Azimio see us in the hall? We're practically begging to be wedgied," Artie mentioned as they strolled down the hall.
"Then, we'll ask if they can hang us out in the back flag pole," Puck smiled.
Artie returned the smile as they neared the choir room.
"Spies!" Rachel accused as they walked in.
"Relax, we're here for Santana and Brittany," Puck responded.
In a matter of minutes, the boys wooed the girls and they agreed to meet at Breadstix later that evening.
Later that night, Puck, Santana, Brittany, and Artie all met at Breadstix. They were listening to a story Puck was telling about Juvie.
"So, then I grabbed his underwear and yanked up his back… I looked at him again and said… leggo my eggo… and you what he did?" Puck asked.
"What?" Santana asked, hypnotized.
"He leggo my eggo. And then he said, leggo my undies and I let go alright… after I ripped them over his head," Puck motioned with his arms.
"Would you like anything else?" the old waitress asked as she left the check.
"No, thank you. We're fine," Artie smiled politely.
The waitress smiled and walked away.
"Alright, let's ditch this joint," Puck stated getting up.
Santana and Brittany followed his approach. Feeling guilty, Artie told them he'd meet them by the car.
When the waitress returned, Artie paid her and told her to keep the change.
As he rolled away, he ran into Puck, Santana, and Brittany. They had seen him.
"Not cool dude," Puck muttered as he grabbed both girls and walked out.
-GLEE-
Day one. It was the first day of the boys vs. girls competition. The girls performed, dressed in leather.
As they rocked out, some of the guys began to have interior monologue.
KURT
Leather is most def. a trend this year. I have to go buy myself some… STAT.
MIKE
I prefer this look on Tina much more than her vampire costume.
FINN
Woah. Those pants on Rachel are skin tight. They must cause some serious wedgies.
PUCK
I really do love glee club sometimes.
After the girls finished, Figgins walked into the choir room and spoke, "Noah Puckerman. I need you in my office now."
Will accompanied Puck and they took a seat.
They were then explained the problem and Puck quickly reacted.
"This is garbage!" He yelled.
"Mr. Puckerman, helping out a cripple does not constitute as community service," the woman from juvie explained.
Puck continued his rant about how he had been assisting Artie and then he noticed her writing.
"What're you writing?" He asked snatching the clipboard. He threw it to the ground and knocked the chair over as he left.
"Puck!" Will yelled as he chased after him and pulled him into his office.
"Puck, you need to calm down," Will stated.
"No!" Puck screamed. "I'm not going back there. There is no way in hell I am going back! You hear me?"
"Puck, please try to-"
"No!" Puck ranted. "I'm never going back there!" Puck raged.
Will continued to try to calm Puck but nothing worked. He did the first thing that came to his mind.
He pushed Puck against his desk and reached into his dark jeans. When his hand came back up, it contained a fistful of Puck's blue Pokémon briefs.
Initially, Puck began to fight back. He tried to wiggle his way out, but Will just yanked harder, keeping the boy in place and revealing the leg holes of his briefs.
After a minute, Puck's anger began to fade as he settled down and let his head rest against the desk.
"Can I let go now, Puck?" Will asked.
"Yes," Puck nodded.
Slowly, Will let go of the boy's blue waistband. It bunched up onto Puck's black leather jacket.
Puck stood back up and began to straighten himself up.
"I'm sorry about that, Puck, but I only did it because I wanted-"
"I get it, Mr. Schue…. It worked. I'm calm now," Puck laughed. "I guess about 60 seconds into it, I found the initial burn relaxing."
Will chuckled.
"Now, you want to tell me what's going on?" Will asked.
"I can't," Puck said, leaving.
Will sighed as he left.
-GLEE-
Will walked down into the Auditorium where he saw Sue. As usual she was wearing her red track suit. She waved triumphantly at him. "What is it Sue?"
"To my left is a confetti cannon. To my right is a second confetti cannon. All made possible because of your Glee Students. Our budgets have been restored!" Sue shouted, exploding the confetti all over a shaken Will.
"What? Why?" Will questioned.
"The Bieste had quit." Sue snickered. "Oh. And Clean up that confetti." Sue exited the Auditorium leaving Will extremely upset.
-GLEE-
Kurt was once again walking down the hallway when he was pushed against the lockers, of course. It was Karofsky. Except now, he was fed up with it. "Hey!" He screamed as he chased him down the hallway. When he reached the locker room, Karofsky stopped.
"Get the hell out of here queer." Karofsky said.
"I'm sick of you. You can't punch the gay out of me more than I can punch the ignoramus out of you." Kurt stated. Then he was shocked, Karofsky kissed him! As Karofsky's lips pulled away, Kurt stood shocked an upset.
"Tell anyone and I'll kill you." Karofsky said, leaving the locker room.
-GLEE-
Sam was once again sitting with Quinn as he performed his cool down ritual. He pulled his white bikini briefs higher and higher, shooting pain into his butt. By the time he cooled down, Sam's underwear had a small rip.
When Quinn left Sam grabbed a pair of Bikini Briefs and jeans. He hopped into the shower, smelling the scent of Coconut wafting from his shampoo. Sam felt the warm water shoot out of the shower head, then got naked. Sam yawned, looking down at his underwear. "Shit!" He exclaimed. There was blood all over his underwear. What had he done?!
5 Hours Later.
"So, doc..." Sam laughed nervously. "What's this rash on my, uh..."
"Your butt? It seems like carpet burn. I get patients just like you every once in a while. Though you're very strong compared to them." The doc broke the silence with a laugh. "It's usually nerds who come in from getting a wedgie. That's the only way to get carpet burn on your tush. Your parents want to know who gave you the wedgie."
Sam sat there quietly for a minute. He didn't want to say himself. It would seem like he was protecting someone, and he wouldn't be believed. The only thing worse than that would be the embarrassment if they did believe him and asking why. He panicked. "Coach Bieste!" He blurted. He felt awkward and ashamed. He wished that he could take it back but the doctor looked startled as he walked away. Sam let out a deep breath when he did. What was going to happen to Bieste?
-GLEE-
"Guys, what is going on?" Will walked in to the choir room. "I just heard about coach Beiste. Explain."
All of the guys looked at Finn.
"Uh well, some of the guys have been giving themselves wedgies… to cool off," Finn stated. Rachel gasped.
"Not me though!" He clarified. "I've been getting enough of those this week."
"It's my fault, Mr. Schue," Sam spoke up. "I don't know why I did it."
-GLEE-
"You know he won't listen to you." Kurt followed Blaine down the Lima High courtyard stairs.
"He's in the closet. Talking to someone could help." Blaine explained. "Now, which ones him?"
Kurt pointed out Karofsky who was walking their way. Blaine stupidly stepped in front of the jock, and looked at him. "David?"
"It's Karofsky who the hell are you?" Karofsky sassed.
"Blaine Anderson. I heard you might be gay-"
"I'm not!" Karofsky yelled, then began whispering. "Gay."
"Listen." Blaine persisted. "You're in denial of your sexuality."
"I'm straight!" Karofsky groaned, grabbing ahold of the front of Blaine's grey boxer-briefs. With one swift yank, he disappeared from the scene.
"God. My boxer-briefs are... God. That hurt." Blaine whined. "He is violent."
"Yeah. I know." Kurt said blandly, staring at the boys exposed underwear. "Wait, I thought you were boxers?"
Honestly, Kurt couldn't wait to ask that. Kurt wanted I know his underwear preference. After all, Blaine had hotter legs than everyone he'd ever seen. Except maybe in a magazine or TV.
"I switch it up. This, trunks, Boxers-"
"Briefs? Bikini Briefs?" Kurt interjected.
"Haha, nah. Only the three I said." Blaine laughed. "Can you lead me to a bathroom. I have to fix this melvin."
Kurt smiled and nodded, he'd get Blaine in briefs. If it was the last thing he did.
-GLEE-
"Hey dude, what're you doing?" Artie asked as he approached Puck at his locker.
"Cleaning out my stuff. I'm hitting the road. I can't go back to juvie," Puck replied.
"But I thought you ruled that place?" Artie wondered.
"I lied," Puck admitted. "That story at Breadstix? I was the one being wedgied. Everyday… I was teased. You know here, I can pull off anything, but in there, they're all just as tough as me, if not tougher. I… was the loser in there. I was tortured in that place, Artie."
"What did they do to you?" Artie asked.
"I'd rather not say… but if I go back then I'll be theirs again… I'll be their slave, and I'm never going back." Puck explained.
"You don't have to," Artie stated. "I have a plan. I can tutor you and I know of an easy community service project."
"Thanks, Artie," Puck smiled.
-GLEE-
"Coach Bieste we're real sorry." Puck apologized.
"We don't want you to go. We talked to Figgins, and told him you didn't do anything." Artie said. "We like you."
"I'm really sorry. It was my stupidity blurting out your name. I'm so sorry, I'm glad you arent leaving though. You're a great coach." Sam said, breathing deeply. "We made a song for you. It's deep and girly in one hand but hardcore and tough in the other. Just like you."
And with that the boys started singing their mash-up and gained her forgiveness. For now, things were looking up for Bieste.
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