A/N: I'm sorry that this is so late. I had the worst flu I've ever had, and I couldn't even look at the computer for close to two weeks. I'm just now getting back into the swing of things, so hopefully updates will go smoother from here on out.
Finn POV
This is for Kurt. This is for Kurt. This is for Kurt. I can do this, because this is for Kurt. I can face down Mr. Shue, and Principal Figgins, and even Coach Sylvester. I can do it, because it's for Kurt.
Even though I totally felt like I was about to puke. Everyone was going to be pissed at me, and there was nothing I hated worse then when people hated me. Then they yelled and I got nervous and I just knew I was going to end up fucking this up and making things even worse. It was just how things happened with me.
Mom was already pissed. I knew it; because she slammed a lot of cabinets this morning and didn't make me breakfast. She just pointed at the toaster and told me that I could make my own Pop tarts, that she was late for work. Only she wasn't, because she doesn't have to be there until 8. She just doesn't want me to go in there and lie for Mr. Shue, so she's punishing me, even though she knows I have to. I know, sometimes it sucks to be me.
But not when I could hear Kurt's car pulling up in the driveway. I jumped up, not minding that my jeans were all wet with snow, and climbed into the car so I could give him a kiss.
He smiled at me, then pulled back. "You've been eating Pop tarts again, haven't you? And don't lie; I can taste the sugar and artificial flavoring on you."
Busted. "Mom didn't cook anything."
"So you decided that, instead of cooking for yourself, you would poison your body with processed sugar and white starches?"
Oh, come on! It was a Pop tart, not rat poison. I knew better then to say that to Kurt, though. If I did he would do the big dramatic Rachel sigh, and give me a long lecture on my body and taking proper care of it. Blah, blah, blah. I would probably listen more if he was offering to take care of my body for me.
So I just didn't say anything, but that didn't really help either. He just looked at me out of the corner of his eye and sighed dramatically. "Are you really going to pretend that you couldn't even boil yourself some eggs?"
That I could answer. "Mom doesn't let me touch the stove. There was a fire, once, even though it totally wasn't my fault." Well, maybe it was my fault. Kind of.
"Somehow, I don't believe that. You could have used the microwave." He was using that soft voice, though, so I knew he wasn't really pissed.
"I did. I put my Pop tart in the microwave." It wasn't nice to tease him, but sometimes I just can't help getting him all riled up. He gets these two red spots, right where his freckles are when he's not trying to cover them up, and it's seriously like the hottest thing I've ever seen. Passion, I guess is the word.
Sure enough, he gives me an exasperated shriek and throws both hands up in the air (good thing we're at a stoplight). "Finn Hudson, do you want to have a heart attack by age 40?"
Of course not. I wanted to die at, like, age 100, surrounded by all my great-grandkids, who would all look like Kurt. I'm not exactly sure where all those grandkids were going to come from, since, hello, we're both boys, but we'd figure something out. I mean, Rachel has two dads, and they still had her.
That's an advertisement for not doing it, right there. Quinn voice gets so bitchy when anything to do with Rachel is brought up.
"Cowboy, are you even listening to me?" Now his voice was gentle, and I forced my attention back to him.
"Yeah." Well, I was mostly looking at his flushed face and admiring it, but how important could what he had been saying actually be?
"Then what did I just say?" He was smirking now, which meant he knew he had screwed me over.
Total Mom, move, by the way. "Uh…"
Luckily, Kurt doesn't make me suffer for long, like Mom likes to do. She usually lets me guess one or two things wrong, then starts lecturing me about paying attention again. Kurt just cuts right to the chase. "What I said was, that you didn't have to do this if you weren't 100% sure. Once you go on record saying something, it's going to be impossible for you to change your mind."
Well, duh. That was why I wanted to do it right away, so I couldn't pussy out. "I know."
"And you are? Sure, I mean?" He looks worried now and I smiled to make him feel better.
"Totally." I was proud that I sounded confident.
"Alright then, as long as you're sure." His voice was all happy, which told me that he wanted to kiss me, but couldn't because the car was moving. But once we got to school, it was going to be awesome.
As it turned out, I was right about that. Kurt has a way of kissing me that pretty much sets of all the fireworks in the world at once. When we actually do have sex, it'll probably be like the atomic bomb. God, I can't wait.
Then get on it! Unlike your past girlfriends, there's nothing keeping you from getting busy with Kurt. Except, of course, you. Admit it, Quarterback, you're scared.
Just a little. If I screwed it all up, and hurt Kurt, I would never forgive myself. Never. So I just had to think with my brain and not my dick for once, and I would be fine. Right, just make little Finn behave himself for a while longer.
Except that wasn't as easy as it sounded. I mean, yeah, at first I was kind of grossed out by it all, because it's sticking things up your butt and I couldn't possibly see how that could be good, but now I was kind of…well, interested. Plus, what Kurt did yesterday, where he touched my prostate? Super awesome. If that's what having sex feels like, I'm all for it.
According to Puck (and I'm not really sure why I take any advice from him, considering his history), it feels awesome to do a chick up the ass, so it should feel good for the guy on top, too, right? So it feels good for both guys, and why wasn't I doing it again? Oh, right, I didn't want to hurt Kurt.
We were at school now, so I took a deep breath. I could do this. Kurt leaned over and kissed me, soft and slow, with just the right amount of tongue. I kissed back, reminding him that I loved him, and that I was doing this for not only him, but us. He squeezed my shoulders. "I love you. No matter what happens from now, I know what you were willing to do for me, and that means the world, ok?"
"Ok." I wished that I could stay here, just like this, until it was time to go to my meeting with Principal Figgins, but I couldn't. I had to get to class and pass everything so Kurt would know that I was trying for him, and that I wasn't just another Lima Loser.
He pulled back and gave himself a quick check in the mirror. "Walk me to class?"
"Sure." I liked that he asked me, rather then telling me that I was going to be taking him to class now, like Rachel and Quinn always did. "English first, right?"
Another dreamy smile. "Yes. You have all of your homework, right?"
"Uh-huh." I looked at his lips and wondered if I could get away with kissing him again.
He must have read my mind, because he twisted away. "Nice try, but no. Now, what time is your meeting with Figgins?"
"Right after school. He wouldn't take time out of the day to see me, which kind of sucks. I mean, I could have at least missed math or something."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "The last thing you need to do is miss your classes, especially math. I don't know how you can work so hard on your homework, and still do so poorly on your tests."
Even though I knew he was just frustrated because he hated to see me try so hard and not be able to do it, tears still stung at my eyes. "I try." It came out sad and pathetic.
"I know you do. We'll get you fixed up after you see that specialist, and things will be easier for you."
I hoped so. Because, Mom was right, if it was always as hard for me as it was right now, I was in for two more miserable years of high school, plus whatever college threw at me. And I had to go to college, to make Mom and Kurt proud. "Alright, let's go to English."
Usually we timed this so we didn't run into anyone from the hockey team. They wouldn't try and hurt him if we were together, and he claims not to care what they say (he does of course, but it would make him feel even worse if I said that, so I just nod and pretend I believe him), but a slushie has a surprisingly long range if you throw it hard enough, and Kurt was wearing a white sweater today.
Like I said, usually we're lucky, but today we managed to catch Karofsky and Azimio right as they were coming out of the boy's bathroom. I pushed Kurt behind me, which was a mistake. Karofsky slammed his shoulder into mine, pushing me backwards. I'm a big guy, and taller then him, but he's heavier. "Sup fags? You look tired Hudson, girly boy keep you up all night? Pretty pathetic when he's the man in the relationship."
I wanted to tell them to shut up, but I didn't. Talking back to them just encouraged them, and I needed to get out of here. Kurt was tense against my back, and he was what mattered. I maneuvered so he was still protected, glaring at them. If we could just get out of this hallway, we would be near Coach Sylvester's office. She hated Kurt and I, yes, but she hated the hockey team even more. "Leave us alone, Karofsky."
"Oh, Hudson, that's so sweet! You defending your faggy little girlfriend? Careful, she might get a stain on her pretty white dress." He brought his hand out from behind his back, and my heart dropped when I saw the purple slushie in it. Most colors will come out, but purple is evil. I have a dozen T-shits with purple spots, and even half of my underwear now has polka dots.
I pulled out my last trick, which is probably never going to work again, but I had to try something. "Look, Davie, if you don't back the fuck off, I'll tell everyone what happened when I slept over. Starting with your friend here." I turned around to Azimio. "Hey, did you know that-"
"Shut up fag!" Karofsky's voice had risen up until it was almost as high as Kurt's. He stepped forward, like he wanted to shoulder slam me again, but thought better of it at the last minute. Instead he put his face in mine, and, I might have sucky fashion sense, at least according to Kurt, but at least I brush my teeth twice a day, and glared. Honestly, if it was really possible to shoot lasers out of your eyes, I would probably be dead right now. "You tell anyone, and that includes your girlfriend back there, about what happened, and you are a dead man, Hudson. In fact, you're already a dead man walking; I'm just waiting to put you in the ground."
I held my ground, because sometimes that's the only thing you can do. I didn't really think that Karofsky would hurt me, but he was scared, and when someone's scared and feels cornered, sometimes they surprise you. But Karofsky's a coward at heart, and he stepped down. "Come on. Fags would probably get off us hitting them. Spreading their damn queer germs around." Then he was gone, strutting down the hallway with only a very small tremble in his step.
Kurt gave a choked whimper against my back and I reached behind myself to pat him awkwardly. "It's ok, he's gone." For some reason, Kurt's always been a little more scared of Karofsky then he should be.
He swung around to my front, studying me with those strange, stormy, eyes. "You got rid of him. No one got hit, no one got slushied, and there was minimal dropping of the f-bomb. What happened when you slept over?"
See, this was why I had never said anything about it before. Because if everyone else found out that I had the dirt on Karofsky, then they would keep at me until I spilled it and that wasn't right. I wouldn't want anyone, especially someone I hated, to go around revealing all of my secrets, and I felt terrible revealing his. "I can't tell you."
That surprised him. "But…I'm your boyfriend."
"Of course you are. But if I tell you, you'll tell Mercedes. Then she'll tell Tina, and Tina will tell Artie, and Artie will tell Mike, and Mike'll tell Matt and Matt…well, Matt probably won't tell anyone, but still. How would you feel if I blabbed one of your secrets to Karofsky?" I didn't want to make Kurt mad, but I wasn't going to tell him either. Sometimes I'm a little thoughtless, but I try not to be mean.
"If I guess it, will you tell me?" Kurt sounded hopeful, but I wasn't going to play this game with him.
"No." There were only so many things to guess, and I'm such a bad liar that I would end up telling him the truth, and I badly wanted to not do that.
"Fine." Kurt sounded kind of pissed off with me, but then he smiled. "You're a man of principals, Finn Hudson, I like that."
Thank God he wasn't upset. I'm pretty sure that he's dying of curiosity, though. I know that I would be if I was in his shoes. But he just smiled at me and started walking down the hall, ready for class.
Oh, and please don't tell Kurt this, but the sweater he was wearing? It did kind of look like a dress. He had pants on underneath it and everything, but it was really long, almost down to his knees, which is longer then most of the dresses girls wear. I think its one of those fashion things that I just don't get.
I really wanted to hold his hand, or put my arm around his shoulders when we walked, like I would have if he had been a girl, but I didn't. That would pretty much be like holding up a big neon sign that said 'Kurt and Finn are dating!' up over both of our heads. Kurt didn't want that, and really, neither did I. Just telling the Glee club about it had made me nauseous and I knew that they weren't going to tease us. When everyone else found out? We were doomed.
I knew that Kurt wasn't going to give up so easily, but I just enjoyed the quiet of our walk towards class. Hopefully I would have enough time to think up a good lie before he asked again. Probably not, though, since Kurt's just like Mom and can tell as soon as I start to lie, even before the words come out. It's magic, I tell you!
Actually, I hadn't really thought about what had happened between me and Karofsky in years. We'd both been so little, and had never talked about it after it happened, that I had kind of forgotten all about it.
I was six when I spent the night over at Karofksy's (except his name had still been Davie, then.) for the first and last time. Mom was working the night shift, which meant that I usually spend the night over at Puck's house. But his Mom had been working the night shift too, and she didn't want to leave me alone with Travis, Puck's dad. She thought that he was a lowlife, and a poor influence on me, which is kind of what she says about Puck now.
So she sent me over to Davie's house instead. He and I were in pee-wee football together, and, even though he was sometimes way too rough with this tackles, I liked him ok. Plus, he had a Super Nintendo, and lots of games that I had never played before. So, yeah, I had fun at his house.
It kind of got weird after we went to bed though. He was sleeping in his bed, and I was sleeping on the pull out bed underneath it. Of course, we both got in bed and pretended that we were going to sleep, but we weren't really going to. Come on, it was a sleepover! The point was to stay up too late and do the sort of things that your mother usually doesn't let you do.
After we got back out of bed, we snuck down to the kitchen and stole a huge bag of Chips Ahoy and a two liter of Coke and brought it back upstairs to eat while we played Mario Kart Racing. We got wilder and wilder until we were dancing around like crazy men, which is probably why Mom doesn't let me eat Chips Ahoy and drink Coke right before bed. Then he suggested that we take our clothes off. I wasn't really sure about that, but it was his house, so I went along with it.
Ok, this is the part that gets kind of gay. Once we were naked, he wanted to touch my dick. That I definitely didn't want to do. After all, I had been to all of those stupid 'good touch, bad touch' lectures, and I knew that you shouldn't let anyone touch you in your privates. But those always talked about grown ups, and Davie was just a kid like me. So I let him do it. Just once, I swear!
I don't remember it feeling good, but I don't remember it hurting or being scared either, so I guess it was ok. He only touched me for a second, before he knocked me backwards. I wasn't ready for it, so I fell and hit my head against the side of the bed. He didn't say anything to me, and he definitely didn't use any of the words that he did today, but the look in his eyes was scary. He wanted to hurt me, even though he didn't.
The next morning, he climbed down and put his hands on my neck, squeezing a little. Not hard, and I could still breathe, but I got the message. Then he leaned down and whispered 'tell anyone, Finny, and I'll kill you.'
The really sad part was, I wouldn't have told anyone anyway. I hadn't really liked what he had done, and it wasn't something I would have picked to do myself, so if he hadn't' have made such a big deal out of it; I probably wouldn't have even remembered it happening.
But he never talked to me again, and the next time Mom wanted me to stay over there, I cried so hard that she gave in and let me stay at Puck's instead. His dad was long gone by then, so his Mom didn't work nights any more and could be with us. She kept asking me if something had happened over at Davie's but I wouldn't tell her. I just cried harder and said that I didn't like him and Puck was my best friend.
I felt like crap for bringing that back up, because it was really, really, mean of me. Karofsky has some serious, serious issues, but it's really not my place to do anything about them. The nice thing to do would have been to let the issue die, and just not bring it up just to threaten and humiliate him.
And the nice thing for him to do would be to get a therapist and either crawl out of the closet, or at least get out of the way so other people can. Yes, the position he's in sucks, no one is denying that. But does he really have to make it suck so much for everyone else? Face it, he's nasty and he's cruel and he wouldn't hesitate to screw you over if the positions were reversed.
I knew that, but I wasn't Karofsky, and, luckily, he wasn't me. Being as big of a jerk as he was wasn't the right answer, no matter how much a nasty part of me wanted to be so. I just wished I knew what the right answer was, so I could fix this for everyone. Yes, even Karofsky.
But by the end of the day, I had to realize that there were no easy answers. Not for making Karofsky leave me and Kurt alone, not for Mr. Shue and I, not for anything in this world. It was a depressing thought, because I like to be able to fix stuff.
Kurt was waiting for me outside of my classroom, his back pressed hard against the lockers so he could see anyone coming. He peeled himself loose and we walked over to the principal's office, his mood matching mine. "You're still sure? Because we can still just go home."
"No, I have to." I was tired of saying it. I just wanted all of this to be done with, but that didn't seem likely to happen any time soon.
He looked down at his hands, which were holding each other so tightly that they had turned white. "Finn….this is really about you and Mr. Shue, right? It isn't because of what Mr. Ryerson did? I mean, it partially is, but you're not giving up your happiness for mine, right? Because I can't ask you to do that."
There was something weird about the way he said that. I felt like he was saying the right words, but he actually meant something else. But, even though I thought really hard, I couldn't figure out what else he could be asking. "This is mostly about him and me, I promise."
"Ok." He was picking at his sweater cuff now, and I put my hand over his to make him stop. His fingers brushed mine for a second, but his eyes were so sad that it made me want to cry.
"Finn Hudson." Figgens had opened his door when I wasn't paying attention. "I believe you wanted to speak to me."
"Yeah." I stood up, letting Kurt's hand fall back into his lap. "I did."
Figgens' office is kind of scary, especially when you're the one sitting in the seat across from his desk, and I had to keep reminding myself that I hadn't done anything wrong. "I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about Mr. Shue."
"Mister Hudson, I assure you that the appropriate steps are being taken to assure that William Shuester never teaches at this school again. I've already removed him as head of the Glee Club, what else do you want?"
"Coach Sylvester is lying. Mr. Shue didn't put drugs in my locker, I promise. He was putting notes in there from when I missed a day, and I got confused when I saw the tape." I ducked my head down and tried to look guilty. "I'm sorry that I screwed everything up."
Figgins gave me a look, the kind that said he didn't believe me. "This is a very serious charge Mr. Hudson, are you positive?"
"Uh-huh." I made myself look him in the eyes, so it would look like I was telling the truth.
"Why would Sue Sylvester tell such a terrible lie?" He tried to sound all indignant, but I'm pretty sure he knows how evil Coach Sylvester is. I mean, come on, he hired her!
"Because she hates Mr. Shue, and she hates the Glee club, so she wants to see it gone. Why would I lie? I mean, if Mr. Shue really did that, I would want to see him go to Hell." Not really. Ok, maybe a little.
"Mr. Hudson, I can not just take your word for this. I'm going to call a meeting with William, Sue, and yourself, and we will get to the bottom of this. Tomorrow after school, this office. Now you are dismissed."
Shit, shit, shit! If he put me in a room with Coach Sylvester I was probably going to choke and confess everything. But I knew better then to get rattled and make it obvious that I was trying to lie. "Thank you, Principal Figgins."
Kurt was still sitting exactly where I had left him, looking like I had killed his puppy. A quick look around confirmed that Figgins was looking at his computer and the secretary was out, so I took a chance and gave him a quick kiss. "You ready to get out of here?"
He smiled. "Yeah. You still sure about going to Mr. Shue's?"
"I have to. We're having another meeting tomorrow, and it would probably be good if he was in on the lie."
I reached out and touched his shoulder, guiding him to his feet. He leaned against me a little, but he didn't really look at me. This was bad. Usually, when I touched him like that, he went totally limp and snuggled against me.
He's being smart, Finn. He remembers that you're both still in a public place, and anything could happen. You're taking a lot of risks here, Finn. Keep that in mind, because it's Kurt that will suffer, not you.
Stupid Quinn-voice. She just hated Kurt because I was dating him and not her. Well, maybe if she hadn't been a cheating slut, I would still be dating her.
Get over yourself, Finn. I obviously did. I'm just trying to keep both of you safe. Just because I didn't like Rachel, doesn't mean that I wouldn't like anyone you date. If anyone's going to treat you like a dog, it's going to be me.
I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. But I squeezed Kurt one more time before I let him go, just to remind him that I was still here, and, no matter what his problem was, I would try and help him fix it.
Once we were in the car, he seemed to perk up, asking me for a kiss, and squeezing me so tightly that I could barely breathe. "I love you, Finn."
There were about a million questions I wanted to ask, but it didn't seem like the right time. But that didn't mean I couldn't squeeze him back and kiss the top of his head and tell him how much I loved him. He liked that, I could tell.
He was quiet until we were almost at Mr. Shue's. "Did you actually tell him that you're coming?"
"Uh, no." I was afraid that if I tried to call him, he either wouldn't pick up, or would make sure he wasn't home. "I thought it would be better as a surprise. You know, in case I wussed out."
"I wouldn't have let you wuss. Now, do you want me to come up with you?" He scratched my neck, and I let my head fall forward.
I really, really did, but I could tell that he wanted me to do this for myself. "Only if you want to. I can do it by myself if you want me to."
When he looked at me, it was so sad I could barely stand it. "I do have some back issues of Vogue to catch up on."
"Ok." It seemed rude to just leave him hanging. "But, I can still call you if I need you, right?"
One hand held up his phone, fully charged and ready. "Kurt Hummel, ready and willing to be your wingman."
"Thanks, Spider Monkey." I kissed him one last time and jumped out of the car before I could lose my nerve.
Sometimes the Glee Club would practice in Mr. Shue's apartment, especially when the Cheerios had taken over both the choir room and the auditorium, so I knew exactly where to go. I took a deep breath and pounded on the door, trying to keep my feet from turning around and running like a little girl.
"Hang on, hang on…" Mr. Shue sounded really cranky, and I almost wimped out right there. "Terri, if this is- Finn." He seemed shocked to see me right there, just like things were normal.
"Uh, yeah." I rubbed the back of my neck, just like I always did when I got nervous. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, yeah, come on in." He stepped backwards, and I knew that this was my last chance to get out of here. Kurt wouldn't think I was a pussy if I came back down right now, would he?
Of course he would. You've been trying to tell me all about how much of a man you are, so prove it.
It was that voice, more then anything else, that propelled me into the room, where I sat on the couch. Mr. Shue looked into my eyes. "Can I get you something to drink? I have Coke, Sprite, water?"
Kurt would probably be proud of me if I had water, but I asked for a Coke instead. I had known what I wanted to say, but as soon as I saw his face, I forgot all of it. This would give me a chance to think of something else.
He brought back a glass with ice, and poured the drink into it. "Here you go." Then he stopped, I guess because he didn't know what to say either. I took a few sips, just so I would have something to do with my hands.
Mr. Shue sat down in the chair across from me. "Congratulations on your win at Sectionals. Rachel says that you really came through for the team." He looked almost as sad as Kurt had earlier.
"Yeah, we pulled it off. Uh, that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. I want you to be our coach again. I don't like Mr. Ryerson." I said it all in a rush, so fast I could barely understand myself.
He sighed. "Finn, Sandy is a good teacher. I can't be your coach again. Hell, I might not even have a job after this week. We both know that I can't come back and coach. I'm sorry."
"Yes, you can. And Mr. Ryerson isn't a good teacher. If he was a good teacher, then the Glee Club wouldn't have sucked so much before you took it over." See, Kurt's always after me to use more logical arguments, and it doesn't get much more logical then that. "If you want to come back, all you have to do is tell everyone that you didn't put those drugs in my locker. There's no proof that you did."
"Except for your word, and Sue's word, and the video that proves both of your versions instead of mine. And the reason that that happened, Finn? Because all of that is right. I lied, and I cheated you out of your choice in joining Glee, and I was stupid enough to think I could get away with it."
"Yeah, you were stupid." As bad as things were, I was secretly savoring this moment. I was actually able to tell an adult that they were dumb and not get bitched out for it later. "But, that's not the point. The point is that I know a way for you to not get fired, and be able to be our coach again. All you have to do is go to Figgins, and tell him that you didn't put the drugs in my locker. I've seen the tape, and you really can't tell what you're putting in there. If I say that you didn't do it, and you say that you didn't do it, he has to believe us. It's us against Coach Sylvester." See what a genius I was sometimes?
"That sounds really great, Finn, but it's just not possible. Figgins isn't going to believe us. You guys made it through Sectionals without my help, and you can do Regionals, too. Even if Sandy can't help you. Which he can. The man has amazing musical knowledge."
This wasn't going the way it was supposed to. "But…." I pulled out the big guns. "I totally forgive you for doing it. Well, not totally, but most of the way. I already got us an appointment with Figgins tomorrow, and all we have to do is show up and double team him." I was starting to whine, and I hated myself for it, but I couldn't help it. "Please Mr. Shue?"
"Finn…" He didn't really have anything else to say, but I knew that he was trying to let me down easy. I had to tell him the real reason I wanted Mr. Ryerson gone. But would Kurt be pissed?
"I gotta make a call." I hit one (duh, because Kurt's the first contact in my phone. Who else would I put there?) and waited for him to pick up.
"Are you ok, Cowboy? Do you need me to come up there?" He didn't sound as upset as he had earlier, which was good. Maybe he just needed a chance to be alone with his fashion magazines. I'm pretty sure that those things are like porn to him, and if I walked in one day and actually caught him spanking it to some fancy scarf collection, I wouldn't be that surprised. Then I got a naughty image of Kurt spanking it and my brain kind of shorted out. "Cowboy? Hello, did I lose the connection?"
"Yeah, I'm here. Sorry, I got kind of…distracted. Uh, listen, it's not working up here. Can I tell him the real reason we need Mr. Ryerson gone?" I couldn't tell anyone, even Mr. Shue without Kurt's permission. Well, I kind of told Mom, but that's different. I think she's going to be Kurt's Mom one day, too, so she kind of has to know these things.
He was quiet for a few minutes, and I knew that he was kind of pissed that I brought it up. "Kurt?" Nothing. "Do you want to come up?"
"Yeah. I'll be up in a minute." He didn't sound quite as pissed, which is a good thing. Pissed of Kurt=no sex for me. Not even a handjob.
That was about when I remembered that Mr. Shue hadn't been around for the big confession, so he had no idea that Kurt and I were together. Like, together together, not just as friends. Shit, should I tell him now, or wait until Kurt was actually here.
The bell rang, and I didn't have a chance to just tell him. "Kurt's here. I'm going to let him in."
Kurt jumped into my arms, nuzzling into my neck and all but begging for a kiss. And what kind of guy would I be if I didn't give it to him? Mr. Shue pretended that he didn't notice, and snuck out before Kurt saw him. Him doing that made me forgive him a little bit more. I kissed Kurt's jaw. "Can we tell him?"
He nodded. "You do it, though. It's just too…you tell him."
Mr. Shue poked his head in from the kitchen. "Kurt! Would you like something to drink? Water? Cola?"
"Water, thank you." He didn't want to turn me loose, so I sat on the couch and let him cuddle up.
"Here you are. Now, Finn, what did you want to tell me?" Apparently he was going to keep pretending that Kurt and I weren't doing anything unusual until one of us said something.
I looked over at Kurt, but he was staring down into his glass, hanging on so tightly that his fingers were all white. "Mr. Ryerson slapped Kurt on the butt."
"He what! Kurt, are you sure?" He leaned forward, which I could have told him was a mistake. Kurt likes his space, except for with me, and he leaned back against the couch.
He nodded and Mr. Shue's face turned the same color as the can of Coke that was still sitting there on the table. "This needs to be reported."
I shook my head. "It got reported last time, and Mr. Ryerson got fired. Then we won't have any coach, and we lose. You have to come back."
"Please, Mr. Shue?" I was surprised when Kurt asked. He hates having to beg anyone for anything.
Mr. Shue was surprised, too, and I could tell that he was weakening. "I…this really isn't appropriate."
"But we need you. You and me, we can deal with that later. Please, just come in tomorrow, right after school. Maybe it won't even work, but we have to try. Otherwise, Glee is done. If Mr. Ryerson doesn't get fired, Kurt and I quit. Then he only have 10 members, and it's over any way."
"I…." He couldn't think of any more reasons not to, other then the fact that it was lying of course. "Finn, Kurt, I'm sorry, I can't. I understand one or both of you quitting, and I will file a complaint against Sandy, but I can't do this. Lying got me in to this mess, and I'm not going to count on it getting me out."
Really? Now he develops a conscience? Now? Finn, you know what you have to do here.
I really didn't want to, but Kurt's fingers tightened in mine, and I knew I had to. Alright, no more Mr. Nice Finn. "Ok, fine. But I will go into that meeting tomorrow, and I will cry, and I will tell them all about how you not only did that, but that Coach Sylvester is the one who was doing most of the coaching, and how she should be not only allowed to teach again, but get full control over the Glee Club."
His eyes locked on mine, and I had to force myself not to look down like a dog. "She'll destroy it. Finn, I understand that you're upset with me, but this isn't the way to accomplish anything."
"Yeah, it is. Actually, it seems that force is the only way you accomplish anything at this school. So, either you go in there tomorrow and tell them that I made a huge mistake, and you didn't put those drugs in my locker, or I will blow this club to smithereens. Also, I might tell them about you and Ms. Pillsbury. I'm pretty sure that you aren't allowed to date your coworkers. And if you got caught not only framing a student for having drugs, but fraternityizing with your coworkers, there isn't a school in this state that will hire you. If you want a job by this time tomorrow, we're going to do it my way." I sat back and crossed my arms. Also? I was pretty sure that fraternityizing wasn't the right word, but I was just going to pretend that it was.
Go, Finn, go! God, I knew that you got something out of all those months we were dating. Congratulations, you can now throw a bitch fit with the best of them.
I was glad that Quinn-voice liked it, because both Mr. Shue and Kurt were staring at me with their mouths hanging open. Mr. Shue stuttered a bit before finding his voice. "Finn, are you blackmailing me?"
"Yes. You ought to know what it looks like. Now, are you going to tell them your version or my version?" I was winning and I knew it.
"You mean to do I lie or tell the truth?" He was all bitter sounding, but I thought his eyes looked a little hopeful, too.
"Uh-huh, pretty much."
"Alright, Finn, we'll try it your way. But you do understand that if this goes poorly, I'll be dragging you down with me. Right now, you're the good guy. If they don't believe us, then you'll be suspended at the very least."
I didn't care, because we weren't going to get caught. "I can live with that."
"Then we do it tomorrow after school. Ok, Finn, lets see if you can pull this off."
I kind of wanted to finish my Coke, but Kurt was tugging on my arm. I think this might be one of those things where I had to make a big, dramatic statement by storming out as soon as we were both clear on what was going to happen tomorrow. "I'll see you in Spanish. Thank you for the soda." I didn't think making a grand exit involved saying thank you, but Mom would be pissed if I didn't, and I had already made her mad enough for one day.
We were halfway down the stairs when Kurt threw his arms around me, nearly making me lose my balance and fall. "Thank you, Finn."
"For what?" I couldn't think of anything I had done that would be cool enough that he would risk someone seeing us just to give me a hug.
"For sticking up for me. No one ever sticks up for me." He pressed his face into my shoulder.
"Dude, that's not true!" It couldn't possibly be true, could it? "I mean…like…your Dad sticks up for you!"
He nodded. "Yeah, and he's great at it. But he's my father, it's his job. You don't have to do it, which is why it's special."
"But…" I was so shocked that I just stood there like an idiot. "I'm your boyfriend; it's my job, too." Then I realized how bad that sounded. "Not that I totally wouldn't do it even if it wasn't my job! Because you're awesome, and special you need someone to be your champion. I can do that."
"Finn Hudson, you are my champion. My hero." He laughed a little. "Shit, you are my He-man."
Oh, yeah, I was good. "Can I drive your car?"
"Can you keep from crashing it?" He grinned at me, the cute one that actually showed his teeth.
No fucking way. Not only was I actually fixing something rather then making it worse, but I could actually drive Kurt's car? Sweet!
He leaned against me when we came down the stairs. "You're the best boyfriend ever."
"I'm pretty cool." I head butted him, and he smiled again. "Maybe not as cool as like, Matt Damon, or Brad Pitt or someone like that, but not too bad."
"You're right, you aren't cool like them. I think you're actually a little better."
I might be an idiot, no matter what Kurt says, but I do know how to not ruin a moment by saying too much. So I slung an arm around his shoulders and pulled him to me. Yeah, he was my He-man, too.
And if someone saw us like this and got all pissy? So what? They can go fuck themselves.