Night of Neglect
-GLEE-
Finn shifted awkwardly as he walked down the hall. His face showed his discomfort as he felt the blue and white striped cotton rub his thighs and them bunch up in his tight jeans. Finn examined he hallway and carefully pulled his slight wedgie out, accidentally pulling down his jeans slightly, revealing his blue and white striped waistband.
Quinn walked next to him and grabbed him by the arm as they took the hall by storm. Soon enough, people's heads began to turn and they all responded the same…
"Oh my gosh, they're back together?"
"I thought he was going out with the big nosed girl?"
"Do you think she's pregnant again?"
For those few seconds, they were back… they were the power couple again. Then, out of nowhere, Karofsky and Azimio popped out of nowhere.
"Excuse us, Quinn, but we've got to give Finnessa his morning usual," Azimio said as he removed her and Karofsky turned Finn around.
"This is new… tighty STRIPEYS!" Karofsky teased as he grabbed hold.
"No wait-" Finn tried before he was cut off by the physical pain.
"Ah!" Finn groaned.
"What the hell are these?" Azimio examined. "Boxers?"
Finn winced as he thought the boxers were a knife cutting into his ass. This was a new pain. He usually had briefs under to cushion it but not anymore.
In that one tug, Karofsky ripped off his Abercrombie boxers.
Finn felt relief… not only from the wedgie, but also to the fact he didn't have to wear boxers for the rest of the day.
-GLEE-
As Finn walked to the choir room, he was approached by Puck.
"Dude, are you okay? I read on the blogs you got your undies ripped off this morning. Sorry, I wasn't there," Puck apologized.
"It's all good, man," Finn smiled, patting him on the back.
"Well, I got an extra pair of undies in my gym bag if you want to borrow them," Puck offered.
"Eh, no thanks dude. I'm kinda wearing boxers now, and I put on my jockstrap after second first period," Finn replied.
"Wait, are you serious? Boxers? So that wasn't a typo on Jacob's blog? Why're you wearing those?" Puck questioned.
"Because he likes those more," Quinn answered, walking next to Finn as they entered the choir room.
"Guys, take your seats please," Will motioned.
"Alright, so guys, we are going to Nationals!" Will yelled. "But we have to find a way to pay for it."
"Please not another wedgie sale," Finn thought. "The last thing I need to do right now is slip back into the tight warm comfort of my briefs."
"And I know just how we're going to do it," Will interrupted Finn's train of thought.
"It was actually my idea," Holly walked in.
"Well, what is it?" Rachel wondered.
"A Night of Neglect," she smiled.
"Is that like a funeral thing?" Finn whispered to Quinn.
"No," Quinn rolled her eyes.
"We'll be putting on a concert where you guys will be singing songs by neglected artists," Holly smiled.
"I LOVE this idea," Rachel clapped.
-GLEE-
"Group meeting now!" Rachel commanded grabbing Finn's shirt and dragging him towards the choir room.
"What's going on?" Finn asked, giving into Rachel's tugging and walking with her.
Rachel brought him to the doorway and Finn was a bit surprised at who he saw. "Why is Jesse St. James here?" He asked.
The entire glee club was there, and Standing around Jesse. "Yeah, why are you here?" Puck asked.
"I hear you're having a night of neglect, and it seems like nice practice for my voice. It'll help me for when I beat you at regionals." Jesse shrugged. "And I have 600 twitter followers who will follow me anywhere I perform."
"And why should we believe you?" Quinn asked, leaning against the wall.
"How many tickets have you sold?" Jesse asked. He was answered with only silence. "I'll be singing Lana Del Rey's song 'Video Games'."
"Fine." Finn said. "But I you pull any crap-"
"I won't!" Jesse responded.
Everyone looked around and then shrugged it off. Jesse walked out in the hall, waiting at the doorway. His Red Flannel shirt pressed against the wall.
He popped up behind Mike and Artie when they left the room a minute later. "Hey there! Will you two be performing at the Night of Neglect?"
"I'll be doing back up for Rachel and Mike is dancing for Mercedes." Artie smiled.
"No solos? Not even a duet between the two if you! Isn't that missing the point of the whole thing?" Jesse questioned.
"What?" Mike glanced at Jesse.
"This is all about neglected artist. You're probably the most under appreciated ones."
"We're also the ones who get the least wedgies. And I'm fine with that." Artie smiled.
"Yeah. I don't want to be wedgied as much as the other guys." Mike interjected.
"Even bad publicity is publicity. The other glee guys may be losers, but atleast people know them." Jesse smiled. He gave Mike a pat on the back as he walked away from them. Mike and Artie shared a glance as they thought about what he had said.
-GLEE-
"How am I supposed to get a wedgie?" Mike thought as he saw Finn get pantsed by Rick the Stick.
"Nice tighty whities, loser," he commented, giving his puckhead friends high-fives.
"It's actually a jockstrap," Finn replied as he tried to keep his ass from being seen by everyone.
"That's it," Mike smiled as he ran off to the lockerroom.
In order to get a wedgie, he had to play the part. He opened his locker and found a pair of Jockey white briefs. The pair he had got from Artie a few weeks ago.
He stripped out of his clothes and began to walk around. Almost instantly, he heard the guys raving about his Y-fronts.
"Dude, you're just asking for it," Karofsky laughed.
"Asking for what?" Mike played dumb.
Mike yelled in pain as he felt five guys grab a piece of his underwear and yank him around. Then, he felt himself being lifted off the ground and hung off the locker hooks.
"I can't believe this," Finn thought as he walked into the locker room. "I've gotten pantsed and wedgied. Boxers haven't really changed my day like I hope they would… and now, I'm about to change clothes to work out and I'll probably get a jockstrap wedgie just for the hell of it," Finn finished as he opened his locker and began to strip.
Finn took off his shirt, followed by his jeans leaving him in his white jockstrap.
"Hey Hudson," a voice arose from behind him.
"Here it comes," Finn closed his eyes. He knew his ass was ready for the taking.
After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and turned around.
"You want to go play some ball?"
"Uh, what?" Finn reacted confused, practically naked.
"Do you want to play?" He motioned to the basketball.
"Uh, sure," Finn nodded.
"Cool, we'll be in the gym."
Finn turned back to his locker and did a double take. Did that just happen?
He then heard some ripping that sounded all too familiar.
Still in his jock, Finn peeked around the corner and saw Mike hanging by a pair of tighty whities. They waistband had just begun to tear. He would've gone to go help but there were still guys around.
As Finn was getting dressed, he realized something. He didn't know or care why Mike was wearing tighty whities, but he knew that it had saved him from getting a wedgie himself. He had to find another way for this to keep happening.
-GLEE-
Artie rolled by Amizio and Karofsky in the empty hallway. Both wearing their varsity jackets, they didn't even glance at Artie. "Hey the Football Fairies, What up?"
"You better watch it." Azimio responded. Then he went back to ignoring him.
Artie have him a dirty look. He was a bit pissed at how he was being ignored. "Watch what, your weight?" Artie responded. He was shaking with anxiety a bit, but he had to do this.
"You better watch it, or I'll break my rule about not giving cripples wedgies!" Karofsky said, approaching Artie.
Artie looked at him for a minute, then rammed his wheelchair into Karofsky's leg. "You wouldn't."
Karofsky cracked his knuckles and reached towards Artie. His reverse psychology had worked!
Artie felt his white briefs stretch all the way to his neck. "Patriotic or Atomic?" Karofsky asked, with a smile.
"Patriotic." Artie said through his grunts.
Before he knew it he was hanging by his briefs, having the entire school look at him. He could honestly say, he was loving the attention.
-GLEE-
"All I'm saying is that Bette did a way Better job in Gypsy than Bernadette." Blaine threw his hands up with a smile.
"And next you're gonna say the movie version is better than the broadway version." Kurt smirked.
"Hey there ladies." Karofsky said, walking in front of the boys. "Is there a fag intervention going on?"
Kurt looked down, and Blaine opened up his mouth to say something. Then, Puck swooped in front behind Karofsky. He pulled his blue boxer-briefs straight up his ass. Karofsky yelped out in pain as the material rubbed his ass. "Get off me!"
"Suck on this." Puck said, pulling his waistband onto his skull. "Now leave them alone."
Puck put his arms around the boys and led them to the theatre. "Thanks Puck." Blaine smiled.
"No problemo Blaine Warbler. Just sit down and enjoy the show." Puck smiled, as they took their seats.
-GLEE-
"Guys this isn't okay!" Finn stormed into the guys dressing room. "I just checked Jesse's twitter. He said he's not coming and neither are his followers."
"What?" Artie asked, craning his neck.
"There's 2 people out there right now! Our main guy isn't here either, we might as well cancel the show!" Finn said.
"Don't! We've been working on this for a week. Doesn't Rachel always say the show must go on?" Sam added.
"Who's going to sing Jesse's number?" Finn asked.
"Me." Artie raised his hand, "And Mike can dance for me."
Mike looked at Artie and then gave him a small smile. "That would work. Just put us on last."
Finn looked around at everyone, then he smiled. "Well, Puck get your ass on stage, you're opening with Rachel aren't you?"
As the guys left the locker room, Mike and Artie stayed. "My ass is so sore." Mike complained, rubbing his rear end. "I got wedgied so hard."
"Same here. It looks like Jesse just used us." Artie shrugged.
"Jokes on him! We're getting a performance out of this." Mike smiled.
Artie smiled and fist bumped Mike. They were ready for their performance.
-GLEE-
"You sure you can do this?" Finn asked. "I know about your past, and its kind of a weird way to get money."
Puck switched his cell phone to his other ear. "Yeah dude. It's fine, but you owe me big time. Next time, you are doing this."
"Don't count on it." Finn laughed.
"Hey, gotta go. I'm here." Puck said, ending the call and shoving the phone in his pocket.
Puck knocked on the door, Apartment 4C to be exact. When the door opened, Sandy Ryerson appeared on the other side.
"Puck, Good day sir. I guess you liked our little wedgie get together last time that you wanted another." Sandy gave a smile and placed the cup of tea he had on a zebra print coaster. "May I offer the suggestion of me calling a few friends. I know this wonderful site called wedgiehaven."
"Um, let's just keep this between me and you." Puck gave an awkward smile. "Do you have the cash?" Puck asked, knowing it'd be enough for the glee club.
"All of it is right here." Sandy said. He flipped through the bills quickly and put them in Puck's pocket himself. "Now, how long do we get?"
"An hour." Puck said, plainly.
"You're getting wedgied first." Sandy smiled. Pick sighed and turned around. Sandy grabbed Puck's jeans and pulled them to the floor. "Yo!" Puck yelled.
"Puck, this is all part of the session!" Sandy said. Then, he pinched his plain white briefs with the Nemo on the crotch. All of a sudden they were tugged up his ass, showing his butt to Sandy. And for the next hour the wedgies just got worse and worse.
-GLEE-
Finn knocked on the door as he waited for it to open.
"Why… if it isn't Finn Hudson?" Jacob Ben Israel smiled.
"Have you come to explain your refound preference in boxers?" He asked.
"No. I have hotter gossip than that," Finn stated.
"Ah, is that so? About whom?" Jacob asked.
"Sam Evans," Finn answered.