Finn POV
"Come on, Finn, I need you to move left." Rachel was sounded pissed off, but it's the sort of pissed off that Kurt usually calls 'exasperated'. See? I really do listen when he gives me vocabulary lessons. I scooted my body to the left, making sure that it was stage left this time.
"No, your other left. I meant real left, not stage left this time. Sorry, stage right, your left."
Great, that didn't make even more confusing at all. I looked down at my hands, making sure I moved towards the one that made the L. How come no one told me how to do that before now? "Like this?"
"Close." She reached out and pressed on my side, trying to move me just a little bit more. Unfortunately, she hit me right where I was ticklish, and I started laughing (it was not a giggle, even though Kurt always says it is). "Finn! You need to focus on what we're doing here and not rolling around like a puppy wanting its belly scratched. Artie doesn't want to be here forever."
"Sorry, Artie." I was having trouble getting myself under control, which made Artie laugh a little, too. "I'm trying, I promise."
"Hey, she's got me for the entire day. Doesn't matter to me whether we spend the entire time here or not." Artie pushed his glasses up on his nose and pointed the video camera at us. "You're perfect in frame, so whenever is fine with me."
I might be a little slow to catch on to things, but I usually get there in the end. "How come she wants you for all day? This shouldn't take very long."
"Your part won't. But we still have to film Brittany and Santana, and Mr. Ryerson, and-"
Rachel cut him off right there. "And, Artie, don't you remember the nondisclosure agreement I had you sign when we negotiated payment? That applies to everyone, no exceptions. Ok?"
That's the nice way of saying 'shut up'. Only not really. What she was actually saying was 'shut up in front of Finn.' How come? It wasn't like anything in this video was going to be a surprise to me.
Sometimes I think Rachel's some freaky sort of mind reader, just like Kurt, because she rubbed my shoulder soothingly. "It's nothing personal, Finn. I just think this video will have a much bigger impact if no one sees the finished product but Artie and I before we have the big reveal in front of the entire club. You understand, don't you Finn?"
Not exactly, but I nodded anyway. "I guess." I made a few mental notes to ask Kurt about a few things when I called him later. What was a nondisclosure agreement? If Artie was getting paid real money, could I get away with asking for more then her sugar cookies? Did he want to have some phone sex?
"Finn, quit daydreaming! Let's get this finished." She actually clapped her hands at me, like I was some sort of dog.
"And you have no idea why I'm sleeping with Kurt now." I kind of muttered it, and lucky for me she had already turned around and didn't hear it. Artie did, though, and he gave me a thumbs up behind her back.
Filming was really weird. I recorded all the vocals yesterday, so I pretty much just mouthed the words without making any noise, so Artie could match them up later. It's harder then it looks. I had to remember exactly how long I had held each note, so things would work out. Plus I had to make it look like I wasn't thinking about that, and like I was thinking about trying not to get shot by Mr. Ryerson, who was going to be the Dad. If I had known that, I would have backed out, because it's not cool to be associated (I think that's the right word) with the guy who put his hand on your boyfriends butt.
I tried to back out when I did find out, but Rachel used a lot of confusing terms, like 'informal verbal contract' and 'commitment to greatness' and 'more grandiose then high school politics' and I got a little worried that she would either sue me or become president if I didn't go along with her.
It was just easier to go limp and let her push my body into exactly the position that she wanted then to try and do it myself using her instructions. I'm still a little suspicious of her, but she didn't do anything or try to touch me anywhere that I could call her on. Actually, she kind of treated me like a prop, something that wasn't even real.
Finally, she had me where she wanted me. "First verse and the choruses, then the last one, got it?"
Yes, I fucking got it. She had only told me that about a million times today and yesterday. "Got it." If I snapped at her, this was only going to end up being twice as long.
Once we actually started filming, things got much better. I still felt like I looked kind of stupid, but I usually did, and at least there was no real dancing in this. Lying around on a bed was much better. It was a little different from doing it on stage, because everything was much closer up and I had to watch my facial expressions all the time, but not too bad.
Of course, it took about a million retakes before Rachel was happy, but I kind of expected that. It was almost five when she finally stopped and nodded. "Finn, you're a star!"
I don't think that that's as much of a thrill as she does, but, sure, whatever. "Can I at least see the parts that I'm in?"
"How about I show you one part, and the rest can be a surprise?" She said it like we were bargaining, but she had all the power (that means Artie, by the way), and I had nothing, so it's not really fair.
I didn't want her to know that, though, so I nodded and watched the part she picked. I looked pretty good. Actually, I looked awesome. This was pretty sweet. I'll bet Kurt would like to see me looking all sexy and stuff, like that Lady Gaga dude he likes so much. "Can I have a copy when it's all done? Please?"
"Of course. Years from now, you'll be able to look back at this video and say that you knew me way back when."
Why wouldn't I still know her? I mean, yeah, she's going to be all famous and stuff one day, but she would still have time for me, right? Maybe just to visit a little?
Probably not. I know I'm a little naïve, but I watch MTV and all that. Once Rachel has cool friends that are all rich and famous, she won't need me any more. She won't need anyone from Lima, Ohio. We would just be the Lima Losers that she and her friends laughed at when they were drinking. Especially not her ex-boyfriend who kind of left her for another dude. It hadn't really been that way, but I know Rach, and she'll probably make is sound like it was.
She was still waiting for me to say something, so I smiled at her. "Of course I will."
"Wonderful. Now I hate to kick you out, but it's almost six and I expect Jesse here soon." I must have looked a little confused, because she giggled. "Finn, you know he's my boyfriend and I like spending time with him. We have a date."
She was lying. But, whatever. If she would rather hang out with someone else besides me, I didn't care. Even though Kurt was busy today, I usually had him, and maybe Puck would want to play some Halo. I jumped up and gave her a hug, then fist bumped Artie.
Kurt didn't pick up his phone, which meant he was still at Cheerios practice. I worried about him when it went after dark like this, because what if he gets dropped or something? Plus, it gets really cold, and there isn't much to those outfits Coach Sylvester makes them wear. But I don't want to hover or anything, so I just texted him to give me a call later.
Puck didn't answer either, which was pretty sucky. What was I supposed to do with myself when I had no one to hang out with?
How about some homework? You're close to failing your sophomore year, and Kurt doesn't want to hang out with a loser who flunked a grade.
As much as I hate Quinn-voice, I had to admit that he was probably right this time. I had been hoping that this medication would give me superpowers or something and make school easy, but I'm starting to think that that isn't going to happen.
The place that Mom's taking me to get tutored can't see me until next Monday, so I'm on my own until then. I liked my homework a lot better when Kurt's helping, but I'll bet he'll be really proud of me if I try on my own.
Mom wasn't home yet, so I grabbed a snack and sat down at the table. I usually do it in my room, but the doctor said not to do that any more. I'm supposed to do homework where there's no distractions. No TV, no computer, no X-box, no nothing.
We're reading Dante's Inferno in English, which is actually kind of cool. Kurt printed out the Cliff Notes version for me, so I usually read that, and then read the real one right after. It helps a little to have some idea of what's going on before I try the old fashioned words. It helps if I read it out loud too, but I only like doing that when I'm alone. Kurt corrects me right away if I'm wrong, and I never make the same mistake twice, but it's still embarrassing to screw up really easy words. Kurt never tells me I'm stupid, or gets frustrated, but, come on, he has to notice.
It took me almost 2 hours to get through the section and answer all the questions on my worksheet, then compare the answers back to what I found online. It's not really cheating, because I did the work myself first. It's more like double checking, and that's fair. At least I think so.
Kurt finally called me about 9. He had just gotten out of practice and was tired and cranky. Since I couldn't do anything else, I told him that I loved him, which always makes him happy, and told him to get some sleep. I could wait to ask him all of my questions.
The next morning started off really well. Every time Mom has to work late and doesn't get home in time to kiss me goodnight (and sometimes still tuck me in. I don't tell anyone that, because it would be social suicide, but I still let her do it sometimes. She's my Mom and I love her.), she always makes up for it by making me a good breakfast the next day. Today it was French Toast with powdered sugar and cut up fruit. I made sure to take some of the fruit for Kurt, because he really likes oranges and strawberries.
Sure enough, he gave me a big kiss when he saw the cup. "Is that for me?"
"Yep. Strawberries and oranges and blueberries. All that stuff that's full of antioxidants." I pronounced the word carefully, making sure that I got it right. Kurt loves it when I show off something he's taught me.
"Wonderful." He grabbed for a handful of fruit, then pulled back and flinched. "Ow."
Immeadiatly, I started worrying about everything that could be wrong with him. Had someone hurt him? Hit him? Cancer in his bones? Because I saw something like that on TV once. Zombie bite? I ran my fingers over his arm, looking for an injury. "What's wrong?"
His smile was a little off, so I knew that he was still hurting. "Just muscle aches. Coach really worked with us on tosses yesterday, and I've been having some growing pains lately as well." He did that adorable squint thing. "At least I hope that it's growing pains. I refuse to spend the rest of my life being only 5'7 inches tall. I'm like some sort of elf."
"But the cute sort of elf, right?" That was the total wrong thing to say, because he gave me a death glare. But, come on, he does look at least a little like one, right? His ears are even a little bit pointy. "I mean, no, being an elf is bad. Really bad. You'll definitely get taller. Its growing pains. It has to be." Unless….I had to ask. "Kurt? You're 100% sure it's not-"
He cut me off. "I am 100% sure that it's not a zombie bite. Those video games are starting to warp your mind. I would show you my shoulder, but it took me 20 minutes to get into this outfit today, and I can't replicate that particular feat without a three way mirror."
I nodded seriously, since that seemed like what a guy should do in a situation like this. "That would suck. But if you start craving brains or anything, let me know so I can cut your head off."
"Will do, Cowboy, will do. So, today's the big day, isn't it? The big reveal of Rachel Berry's directorial and acting debut?" He sounded a little snotty about it, but I could tell that he was trying hard not to, so I let it go.
"I think so. She and Artie still had some stuff to do, but she made it sound like it would be today." I hoped so. I also hoped that Kurt would be super turned on when he saw me in the video and take me out to his car and do unspeakable things to me. That was wasn't very likely, but a boy can hope, right? Kurt says I'm an optimist, and part of being an optimist is always hoping that you'll get laid, even if your boyfriends has a strict 'no sex in the car' rule.
"You're really excited about this, aren't you?"
"Uh-huh. It was really fun to film and I like doing stuff with Rachel when she's not being all creepy and stalky." Plus, I wanted Kurt to be proud of me, and know that I could be awesome, too. If I tell him that, though, he'll say that I'm already awesome to him, and I don't need to do anything else. It's a lie, because it kind of has to be, but I don't want to get into it this early in the morning.
"Well, I hope its everything you want it to be. Now give me a kiss, and I'll see you at lunch."
I gave him two kisses, because I'm generous like that, and walked him to his first class. No one will lay a hand on him if I'm around. Sometimes they throw slushies at both of us, but at least no one hurts him.
For once, my own first class went really well. For once, I was paying attention when the teacher called on me, and I even knew the right answer. Hey, maybe those pills are doing something besides making me feel like I'm on a merry-go-round! It had to be a good sign that I was paying more attention, right?
Kurt thought it was when I told him at lunch. I made sure to tell him really quietly, because Rachel was there with Jesse and I didn't want spy-boy to know exactly what was wrong with me. I mean, I still have a little pride left. He rubbed my thigh under the table. "Finn, that's great! I'm glad that the tides turning for you."
That was a good thing, right? Tides turning means change, and change is good, so, yes, it was a good thing. I nodded at Kurt, who smiled and pushed his French fries towards me. "Here you go, Cowboy."
I bring him fruit in the morning, he gives me fries at lunch. It's totally love, just like Romeo and Juliet.
That thought kept my happy for the rest of the day, even though I majorly fucked up in math when I got called to the blackboard and everyone laughed at me, even Karofsky. Like he was so great. The second time Mr. Ryland called me up there I just crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head. The law might say I have to be here, but it doesn't say I have to get embarrassed in front of the whole class. Lucky for me, Mr. Ryland's pretty cool, and he didn't make me or give me detention like he could have. He just nodded and told me to work the problems on my own. They were still wrong, but at least no one could tell but me.
I was so excited for Glee that I didn't even stop for a snack like usual. Since Kurt never snacks after school, unless it's on some weird health food shit that he brings from home. Even I can't eat some of it without gagging, and I've eaten green stuff out of the fridge.
Today it was just raw carrots and celery, though, so I was able to use my puppy eyes to get him to share. Even without ranch dressing, it was still pretty good. Artie and Rachel were up front setting up the projector. Everyone else was trickling in, and I wanted them to hurry the fuck up already. Come on, come on.
Once everyone was present, Mr. Shue stepped up to front. "Rachel has a special twist on our bad reputation assignment, but, before she does, there's something we need to talk about. The matter of the Glist is now closed. The person responsible has been caught, and appropriately punished. I never hope to catch any of you doing something like this to your fellow Glee members again."
Wait, that was it? Tina's head popped up. "W-who was it?"
"That's not important. What is important is that that person has seen the error of their ways, and the incident will not be repeated. Now, Rachel?"
Kurt leaned over to whisper in my ear. "I still think it was Puck."
I still didn't, but I had no idea who it actually had been. Maybe it's just one of those mysteries that will never be solved, like who shot JFK, or what really landed in Roswell. Personally? I think it was probably an alien toilet. But no one asked my opinion, so I kept my mouth shut.
Rachel was chattering away up front. "Though I understand that a motion picture should stand on its own, I do realize that some of you are not well-versed in the complex vocabulary of the filmic arts. I expect that this video will go over the heads of some of our less-cultured teammates, so let me just say I hope you enjoy my bad reputation!"
I'm pretty sure I'm one of the ones that has no culture in her mind. Whatever, I'm still the star, and that's pretty cool.
Except I wasn't. It took me a few minutes to figure out that Rachel had screwed me big time. See, I knew I she was going to do something like this!
No you didn't. Face facts, Dumbass, you had no idea what was going on. But don't take it too personally. I mean, Kurt didn't get it either. And, unless I miss my guess totally, neither did Jesse or Puck.
Kurt was poking me in the side, but I ignored him for the moment. It was enough (too much actually) to keep up with what was happening on screen, much less with him, too. I looked over at Jessie and Puck, and they both looked pissed off, too, so it wasn't just me.
For those who can't see what's going on, let me explain it as calmly and gently as I can. Rachel fucked me over! She wanted me to only sing one verse because I wasn't the only one playing Joey. She had Puck and Jesse on the other verses, and this fucking sucked!
The worst part was, I really wouldn't have cared if she had just told me that she was going to use all of us from the start. I mean, it's kind of a cool idea, even though I'm pretty sure that it makes Julie look kind of slutty to be with three Joey's at once. But obviously I don't have any idea what's going on.
I crossed my arms over my chest and slouched down, glaring. Kurt says that that makes me look petulant, and I can never remember if that's a good thing or not, but I'm going with it for the moment. Besides, Puck and Jesse were doing the exact same thing, so it must be ok.
I had the rest of the video to think of something really smart to say, but I couldn't think of anything, so I opened my mouth and let whatever got out first fly. "This is garbage!"
"He's right!" He sucks sometimes, but Puck usually has my back. "First of all, I need to trust my instincts more, because I had a feeling when we were shooting that, that it was not gonna be good!"
Ok, Dude, let's worry a little less about the actual video and a little more about the fact that all three of us just got seriously dicked over. But he never cares about sharing Santana with other people, so I guess this isn't that big of a deal to him.
Jessie jumped in. "Why didn't you tell me that they were in this too? I thought you and I were going out! Being triple cast with two other guys to play opposite your boyfriend? It's mortifying!"
Yeah! I didn't say it out loud, but I thought it really hard. For once, I actually agreed with the guy. It was mortifying, and I wasn't even dating her.
"I-I-It was an artistic statement!" Rachel always has an excuse for when she's selfish, and the word 'artistic is usually in there somewhere. It's never that she just doesn't think about other people. I mean, I know I'm bad about the same thing, even though I'm trying to do better, but she's really bad.
That got my temper going again, which is never good. "No, it wasn't!" When I act like an asshole, a bunch of people call me out on it, including her, so why shouldn't she have to pay the same price. I think that's what you call just desserts. "It was you trying to look like you had a bunch of guys fighting over you so you could stop looking like some kind of outcast and be seen as some hot, slutty girl-singer!"
I wanted to say more, but I know myself well enough to know that this was the place to stop. If I kept going, I was going to say something that I couldn't take back. So I got up and stormed out. If Kurt wanted to follow me, great. If he didn't, I'd just wait by the car. It was only an hour, and it wasn't that cold out any more.
Lucky for me, he did follow. I was outside the school before I realized it, though, and he had to yell at me. "Finn! Finn! Will you slow down? Not all of us have mile long legs, and I refuse to sweat trying to catch up to you!"
I stopped, because it wasn't like I was mad at him or anything. He raced up to my side and gave me a quick sideways hug. He couldn't give me a real one, because people might see it. "Come on, let's go."
He didn't say anything else until we were halfway home. "Do you want to get some ice cream before we discuss this debacle?"
"Sure." I didn't even feel that excited about it, and I'm always excited by ice cream. "What's a debacle?"
"This, Cowboy, is a debacle. From the scene occurring in our choir room, I'm guessing that you weren't aware that Joey had been triple cast? That's typical Rachel Berry."
This is the point where I'd usually defend her, but I didn't exactly feel like it right now. "Yeah." I didn't want to say anything else, because I was kind of afraid I would either start swearing, which Kurt hates, or crying, which I hate. It was just easier to keep quiet.
"If it's any consolation, you looked really good in your parts of the video. Better then Puck, and way better then Jesse." He rubbed my knee. "You were beyond sexy."
That was a little bit of consolation. Actually, that was a lot of consolation. "Really? Because I wanted it to be awesome for you."
"It was. I'm telling you, Finn, you're very James Dean." He sounded all swooning when he said it, which made me feel pretty good. I guess that making Kurt happy is more important then making Rachel happy.
He must have been feeling pretty bad for me, because he paid and got me a waffle cone, which is kind of like heaven, but, you know, waffled. It's pretty awesome. I got two scoops of French Vanilla, and Kurt got some weird green thing. But not pistachio or mint chocolate chip. This was really pale green and didn't have much of a smell. I eyeballed it suspiciously. "What is that?"
"Daiquiri ice. It doesn't have as much fat as regular ice cream." He was distracted by trying to get his wallet back in his pants. Before Kurt, I would have just thought someone should wear looser pants if its that much trouble. Now though? The tighter the better, at least on him.
"So, it's kind of like girl ice cream? Less fat and stuff?"
"No!" Kurt as seriously pissed all of the sudden, which is weird. What did I say? "It's like boy ice cream, because I am, in fact, a boy!"
"O-kaaay." I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say here, or how we went from zero to pissed off in .005 seconds. "I know that you're a boy. I mean, it would be kind of hard not to."
For a few seconds he just looked at me, and I felt like backing away slowly, like they tell you to do if an angry dog charges at you. Then he breathed out slowly and closed his eyes. "Sorry. It's just…you know, never mind. Let's focus on you right now."
Kurt always wants to focus on me, because he hates having to talk about himself and I never know what to do about it. Should I push things and risk really making him mad, or should I just do nothing? "We could focus on you if you wanted. I mean, we already talked about my stuff a bunch."
"It's nothing. Just me being…overly dramatic, I guess. Can we just drop the matter, please?"
I didn't like it, but I didn't want to make a big scene in public either, so I nodded. "Okay." It came out kind of whispery. I had to change the subject, but I wasn't sure how to, and Kurt wasn't much help. The silence got kind of awkward while I tried to figure out something to say to save the afternoon.
Then a thought occurred to me. "Hey, isn't a daiquiri booze? They let you put that in ice cream?" I really don't like the taste of it that much, especially beer, but I don't tell people that because it makes me look like a wuss.
"Yes, but there's no actual alcohol in it. Here, take a taste." He held out the cone enticingly.
So this was how it was going to be. We were just going to pretend that none of this had happened, and just go back to normal. I don't think that it's a good idea, but I'm also kind of afraid to tell Kurt that.
There was a little bit of ice cream on the corner of his mouth, and I would have much rather tasted that, but, you know, public rules. Sometimes I wish we could just come out and have it over with. Then I could just kiss him and not have to always remember which are public rules and which are private rules. Because school is public, but the choir room is private. The auditorium is public, though, and so's the boys bathroom for some reason. It's stupid, and I keep waiting to mess it up somehow.
I kind of don't want us to be out, either, though. People already say really mean shit to Kurt, and sometimes to me, too. But if everyone knows about us instead of just thinking that they do, they'll say worse things, and to both of us equally. I know that this makes me kind of a coward, but I don't want to have to deal with it. It's hard enough for Kurt, and he's way tougher then I am.
Mostly, I just want people not to suck so much.
"Finn, your ice cream is melting while you're off in lalaland. What in the world are you thinking so hard about?" Kurt said it like he really wanted to know, instead of like he was scolding me.
"I was wishing that people don't suck as much as they do." I always try to be honest with him, even if I don't always understand things myself.
"I know. I'm sorry that Rachel did that to you."
Yeah, that wasn't really what I was talking about, but, like I said, I'm kind of a coward so I nodded anyway. "Yeah, that's totally it. Can I taste your ice cream now?" Usually if I just say something about food I can get Kurt distracted and on a different topic.
Sure enough, he was off and babbling about the mystery of the glist while I gave his cone a quick lick. It looked kind of like a pale little nothing, but it was a little tart and made my mouth burn. It wasn't like ice cream at all. Ice cream was smooth and creamy. This was almost rough, and it melted in my mouth without leaving anything behind. Kurt grinned at me. "Do you like it?"
I wasn't sure. It certainly hadn't been what I was expecting. But I did know one thing. "I see why you like it."
"And why is that?" We were walking to the door by now, so we could eat outside in the sunshine.
"Because it's like you." Sharp and jagged and tart, and not like anything else I had ever seen or tasted. Something I would have never picked for myself, but that hit the spot in its own funny way.
His nose wrinkled. "Green? Frigid? Filled with calories?"
I could have tried to explain what I was thinking, but I'm really no good at that. Things are confusing enough when they're in my own mind, and they tend to scramble up even worse on the ride from my brain to my tongue. "Nah, none of those. It just reminded me of you, that's all. Besides, you're not green and you're definitely not frigid."
This seemed like a good time to just shut up, so I started in on my cone. I had twice as much ice cream as he did, but I also eat twice as fast, so we finished at pretty much the same time. Ice cream might not solve all the problems in the world, but it sure helps.
Kurt waited until we were back at the car before asking his next question. "So, what are you going to do about Rachel?"
I like it when he asks me what I think I should do, instead of telling me what he thinks I should do. I love him, but Kurt can be on the bossy side sometimes (a lot). He's smart, and he makes decisions really fast about everything. And when he makes a decision, it's really hard to get him to change his mind.
It's harder for me. I think slower, and I have to make a choice, then change it, then make it again. I worry about what everyone else will think, and Kurt never does. Sometimes it's a good thing and sometimes its not, but it just takes me longer. Then I worry that I'm making the wrong choice, and I can get pushed into changing my mind.
So I took a few minutes to think about it and eat the last bite of my cone. Then I ate the last bite of Kurt's, because he offered and there are starving kids in Ethiopia and shit. "I'm pissed with her."
"Understandable." He tossed me a wet wipe, because he says I can never keep all the sticky off of myself.
"But I think it'll be ok. I mean, it was a shitty thing to do, but it's not like she killed a puppy or anything. I still kind of hate her right now, but, you know."
He was quiet for a long time, which made me think that he was mad about it. Then he touched my arm. "I wish I was more like you, Finn."
Why would anyone want to be more like me? I didn't even like being like me sometimes. "How come?"
"You never let things get to you. No matter what happens, you figure out how to forgive them. Do you have any idea who special that is?"
"Good special or bad special? Because, let me tell you, I've been called both."
He laughed and nudged me into the car. "Good special. You know I love you, right? More then anything else in the world."
"I know." What I don't know is why he has to say it like that all the time. Not that I don't mind hearing it, but the way he says it kind of makes me sad. It always sounds like he's telling me that because he doesn't believe that he actually got me, and because he thinks that if he doesn't I'll dump him.
Sorry, dude. At this point, I'm pretty sure you're not getting rid of me. Even if you want to.
But if I say anything, he'll deny it. This is one of those 'actions speak louder then words' sort of things, so I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. I really don't know what's up with him acting all crazy today. I know men don't get PMS. At least I think not, and I guessing that asking him would be the total wrong move. "But I can still be pissed of for right now, right? And you'll be pissed off with me, because that's what boyfriends do."
He did that grin thing where he doesn't show any teeth and my train of thought kind of blew off the tracks for a minute. "Hmm. So, you're asking me to hate Rachel Berry, and actually get to show it for once? Why, Finn Hudson, that's the best idea I've heard in a long time."
Ok, I get that this is kind of a douchy thing to do. The one who should really be pissed at Rach is Jessie, and there's something about being the bigger man and stuff in there and all that shit. But you know what? I don't care. She can be selfish, so why shouldn't I get to be selfish too? Maybe having a little selfish Finn time will solve some of my problems.
Right?