Disclaimer: I do now own Glee/Characters.
Finn was drained thanks to such a short sleep. Frankly he wanted to cancel an appointment with David and lock himself in his room all day, crawling under his comforter. Nevertheless he woke up at 8:30 am and prepared himself.
When Finn forced himself to get out of his bed and went downstairs, Kurt was eating his breakfast in the dining room, flipping through a fashion magazine.
Kurt knew that Finn was the one who made the sound of footsteps. "Good morning, Finn." He greeted without his head up. "I'm impressed you woke up this early despite you came home late last night. How was your prom night? I heard from Mercedes that you and Quinn were going to…"
Finn cut in, ignoring his interrogation. "Where are Mom and Burt?" He walked into the kitchen running a hand through his hair before he pulled a leftover out of the refrigerator and poured orange juice into a glass.
"They left early morning for Toledo to attend a conference." Kurt finally raised his face from the magazine and looked at his brother, who had bloodshot eyes with emptiness and wore the same clothes without his jacket as last night. Kurt widened his eyes. "You look awful. What happened?"
"Nothing happened." Finn dismissed Kurt off. "Just didn't sleep well. Had a nightmare." Finn put his plate and glass on the table before he plumped down himself on a chair, rubbing the back side of his neck.
Kurt raised his eyebrow, feeling it would be wiser not to ask about anything at all. He decided to change the subject. "What's your plan for today? You must have some since you woke up this early."
Finn sighed. "I'm supposed to stop by the Hell Gate studio at 10." He stabbed his food with a fork.
"Oh, you met David? You are writing a song, too?" Kurt put his magazine aside and rested his elbows on the table.
"How do you know him?" Finn lifted up his face form his plate, munching his food.
Kurt wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Of course I know him. Who do you think my best friend is?" He rolled his eyes.
"Right."
A silence enveloped the dining room for a while. Finn continued to vacate his plate while Kurt stared at his brother.
"What?" Feeling his stare, Finn looked up at Kurt.
"Nothing." Kurt cast down his eyes. "Just… I'm sorry I yelled at you the other day." He looked up at Finn and put his hand on Finn's, "If you want to talk, you know, about anything, I'll be here, Finn."
Finn shrugged. "It's okay, Kurt. You have nothing to apologize for. What you said was right. You just care about your friends. And thanks." He stood up with his plate and glass in hands before he walked into the kitchen to wash them in a sink.
Finn was a bit surprised when he walked into the studio. "Hey, Sam. What are you doing here?"
"Oh, hi, Finn. I didn't expect you to come here." Sam replied awkwardly. It was not like he had a grudge against Finn, but it couldn't be denied that Quinn cheated on him with Finn and he encouraged her to do that. Well, Finn seemed to forget the fact though. But hey, I am Sam, Sam I am.
"I'm working here, uh, today is my first day though." Sam shrugged, holding audio cables. He caught Finn's quizzical look on his face in his eyes. "I got a job here through Puck. Um, actually through Rachel. She tried to help Puck to find a job, but he turned over to me." He quickly explained.
"Oh."
Puck needed another job other than his pool cleaning business? Rachel did know that but Finn didn't? When was the last time Puck and Finn have a talk frankly? He missed his friendship with Puck. Could they become best friends again? Could he consider all the happenings between them water under the bridge? Finn thought he could. Maybe he would call Puck after finishing business here to spend some time with him.
"Finn?" Sam interrupted Finn's thoughts, waving his hand in front of his face. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Sorry." Finn shook his head. "I have an appointment with David at 10."
"Oh, are you working here, too?" Sam asked, tilting his head to one side.
"No, no. Songwriting for Nationals. Um, you know, as a co-captain of the team." Finn felt a little shy, not wanting anyone to know about his song yet.
Sam nodded affirmatively. "His office's over there." He pointed at the direction with his thumb. "Gotta go. See you." He walked off for the other side of corridor.
"Thanks. See you." Finn said goodbye to his back.
"Come in."
Finn slowly opened the door after he knocked on David's office.
"Hello, Finn." David stood up and encouraged him to come in. "Have a seat." He sat down as he saw Finn take a seat too. "I'm sorry to bother you in the morning. I totally forgot you might have gone home late, you know, prom night means students have fun even after midnight."
"No, I'm sorry too. And thank you for taking your time for me. You must've been busy." Finn said before he looked over David's small office nervously.
David cleared his throat. "I'm going to cut to the chase, Finn." He smiled contrary to his words. "Did you come here because Mr. Schue told you to? Or did you come here because you need my help?"
Finn rubbed his back side of neck. "Um, both?"
"Okay." David put his folded arms on his desk. "So why my help? Why not the Jazz Band's?"
Finn blinked, hard put to reply. He looked down at his hands on his laps, thinking hard to say something.
David stared at Finn for a moment before he opened his mouth. "I mean, I'm afraid to say that I feel Mr. Schue tries to instill in your mind this idea that you need my help not the Jazz Band's. I just wanted to clarify what you really want. You can say what you think frankly."
Finn swallowed and began to speak. "Um…I'm not good at words. So I apologize first in case that I would be rude." He rubbed his forehead with a hand. "Probably the most part of me brought me here because of Mr. Schue and I honestly still don't know whether I should keep working on my song and showcase it in front of the team. But the other part of me keeps telling me to go on writing and…" He squeezed his eyes shut, wondering if he wasted David's time.
David crooked his head to one side, resting his jaw on his fist as he listened to Finn's rambling. Now he understood why Mr. Schue kept saying that the song Finn was writing would be great for Nationals and he needed someone's help. Aside from Mr. Schue's intervention between Finn and Rachel, maybe Finn needed to be given a push. And the Jazz Band might not give a push Mr. Schue wished for Finn.
"Okay. I'll do it."
Finn snapped and looked at David, surprised. He thought that David was going to decline to help him. "I-I…" He was choked up.
"You thought I wouldn't help you, didn't you?" David chuckled. He saw Finn chew his cheeks. "I didn't decide to be honest. But I agree with Mr. Schue that you should keep working on your song if it's not for Nationals." He took his wallet from his back pocket and fished his business card from it before he handed it to Finn. "My cell phone number and e-mail address are on it. I can't guarantee I'll be available whatever time and day is convenient for you, so it would be great if you could call or text when you want to meet me or I'll let you know my schedule. Is that okay with you?"
"Yes, more than okay with me. Thank you, David." Finn stood up and shook his hand with David.
Finn somehow felt relieved as he emerged from the studio. He got in his car and sank himself in the driver's seat. He blew his breath. He could do this. He wanted to do this. He wanted to fix them. Lopsided smile appeared on his face before he drove off.
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