THE UNDERWEAR THING (FINN)
[S2X05 ROCKY HORROR – Missing scene. Rachel reacts to Finn's mission to show everyone how hot & sexy he is]
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* * New Message Received From: MyHotDrummerBoy
: babe can u plz grab my gym gear from my lockr plz & bring to nurse offc. plzzzz. luv u ;)
Rachel stares at the message on her phone from her seat at the piano in the choir room. What was her boyfriend doing in the nurse's office and why in the world would he need his gym clothes? Did he get hurt? Did he bleed all over his clothes? Oh god, what if he sliced his hand or arm open and has a tourniquet and nerve damage and can't play the drums or football anymore?!
Rachel texts a quick 'omw, hang on i love u!' in response and heads for his locker pondering all the worst case scenarios that could've led him to this predicament. It's been a while since they had a major slushy incident, although that doesn't explain him being in the nurse's office.
She flies as fast as her feet will take her through the hallways from choir room to nurse's office while images of everything from bleeding noses to broken bones to limb amputations and every manner of gushing bodily fluids flash in her mind.
"Finn?! Finn honey where are you, I'm here!" She's practically frantic by the time she enters the nurse's office and hyperventilating, partly from running, partly from anxiety driven panic. The nurse raises a funny eyebrow at the sight of her and wordlessly points the hand she's holding an ink pen in the direction of the 'sick bay' behind a drawn curtain.
"Over here Rach," he offers, a twinge of embarrassment tinting his voice and an arm flapping like a flag waving her in his direction sticking out through the seam of the closed curtains.
"Finn!" She rushes to the sight of his obviously still in-tact-not-bleeding arm and disregards her usual manners by barging directly through the curtain like a bull challenging a matador.
With eyes squeezed shut, she begins her panicked interrogation. "Baby does it hurt? Is there a lot of blood? What hap–" She cuts herself short when she peeks open one eye and sees her boyfriend with his lanky (bare) legs dangling off the 'patient bed,' long enough that his Nike clad toes are touching the floor where hers don't even reach the little footstool. He's colored flushed with embarrassment and glowing about four shades of crimson from his cheeks to his chest – which is also as bare and exposed as the day he was born – while sitting in white boxer shorts.
The only other article of note on his person are his prop glasses from his Brad costume, which he immediately removes from his face and fiddles with nervously in his lap.
He pulls his crooked smile at her and exhales in relief. "You got my clothes? Awesome, thanks babe, you're a lifesaver," he mumbles as he quickly slides off the bed, places a quick peck on her cheek and snatches the gym bag from her white-knuckled grasp.
As he fishes a pair of black basketball shorts and a red McKinley Athletics tee out of his bag, he hears her clearing her throat.
"Um, Finn?"
Without looking at her, he quickly pulls on the shirt with a muffled "yeah babe?" audible from inside the tee as it travels over his head.
"Why are you... wh-why are you sitting here in the nurse's office ...in only your underwear? What happened to your clothes? And why do you have your stage glasses on? I thought you were going to spend some time in the weight room while I was running through my extra practice time in the choir room."
"Uh..." he starts, trying to buy time to find words that explain. "It's not as bad as it's gonna sound, but um... I kinda got detention. Well, I did, but then I didn't, 'cause Mr Schue is totally rad and helped me out."
"What?! Detention for WHAT? What happened, Finn?"
"Well first of all I DON'T have detention... but uh, it was kinda all Sam's fault anyway. And I now realize it was kind of a dumb idea – which I should've clued into in the first place before I went out there all fired up like that and–"
"FINN!" She huffs, stomping her little gold ballerina flat shoes in frustration. "Just please tell me what happened! I rushed all the way here with images of blood transfusions and lost limbs flashing in my mind!"
He chuckles as he pulls on his basketball shorts and turns to hold her hand. "Oh sorry Rach. Nah, it wasn't anything like that. Babe, you really do worry too much. I think you've been watching too much Grey's Anatomy again. I mean I know I'm kinda clumsy and all, but I don't think even I'M that bad, like how could I lose a–"
"FINN HUDSON! I love you but my patience is at an end... Now explain yourself!"
"Okay okay, so... you know how us guys were working out earlier and Sam was talking about how he keeps himself so fit to get his washboard abs. But like, I don't wanna only eat rice and egg whites or work out six hours a day and never eat hot dogs or drink soda again. And y'know, the underwear in public thing was still freaking me out. So Sam offered to spot me on the weight bench to help with my new workout routine and then he told me he got replaced by Mr Schue as Rocky because of jelly rolls that he TOTALLY doesn't have. Then I got worried I could lose my spot as Brad since I complained about being in my tighty-whities – which freaked me out because I didn't want anyone else being your Brad and singing about how they loved you and proposing to you in that Janet song. But then Sam said being Brad is about confidence not freakishly well-sculpted abs, and that I only needed to like, be me, but only as Brad, and just let the sexy flow through, so that's what I did – or at least that's what I tried to do. I wanted to like, try letting my sexy vibes out in public so I wouldn't be so freaked out about people seeing my business on stage. So I walked down the hall in my Brad costume and Figgins tried to expel me."
Rachel just stared at her tall, handsome, yet clearly embarrassed boyfriend with a look of bewilderment. She couldn't find the words to respond at first and simply blinked at him a few times as she processed his word vomit.
He gripped both her hands and tried to explain further. "Rach, look, I know you think I'm hot and everything, but it's hard for me to agree with you when I see myself in the mirror. And I was researching stuff online last night trying to understand how guys find the guts to like, be naked on stage or in movies or whatever. A few actor dudes said they were method, so they walked around naked at home and stuff to get comfortable being exposed like that. Okay, you know I wouldn't ever go streaking around the school, but for this part I figured it wouldn't hurt to just, y'know, try out my Brad costume and maybe get comfortable putting my junk on display."
Finally Rachel found her voice. "Finn... baby, you really didn't need to go through all this trouble. Certainly not here in school. If you're honestly that insecure, you just need to tell me. Then you and I could work on it together, alone, in a way that makes you feel more at ease."
He slides his hands from hers up her arms, then rests his palms on her hips. "I know Rach, I just.. I just thought maybe I could be all confident and stuff on my own, maybe surprise you and prove to myself that I can be sexy – or at least fake it enough that I could get away with it. I didn't wanna let you down in that underwear scene, y'know?"
Sliding her hands up his chest, she smiles sweetly and answers with flirtation in her voice. "Baby. You don't need to prove to me or anyone else how sexy you are; you just ARE sexy. No faking needed. It's kind of just a fact. But I do understand wanting to be comfortable and confident in your own skin, and especially in a stage setting which you've never had experience with before. I understand how overwhelming that feeling can be. But honey, I'll always support you and try to make you feel more confident. As I already said, you really have nothing at all to worry about. While Sam might be extremely well sculpted in his core, I'm sure Quinn finds his abs rather hard and uncomfortable for snuggling purposes. You on the other hand, are the perfect body type for snuggling."
"I am?"
"Yes. You're strong and toned, lean but not overly muscular, which makes you cozy and soft in just the right way. Your body is just amazing, Finn." Stroking at his torso she bites her bottom lip. "Your body is perfect."
Recognizing the look on her face, he dips down and kisses her hotly. Before the kiss could deepen too much further he pauses and whispers "Your body is more amazing. Super-hot and perfect."
She blushes as he steals another kiss. "Well I'm not sure I'd agree with that, but–"
"Rach? Trust me on this. That was the other part of why I wasn't sure I could be on stage half naked – because I'd be seeing YOU half naked too. And then, y'know, everyone in the theater would know just how hot and sexy I think your perfect little bod' is."
Rachel giggles and clears her throat and sucks in a long breath before replying, "Well then I guess it's a good thing Mr Schuester canceled the public performance."
"He did?"
"Yes. I spoke to him briefly in the choir room. He came in and told me this right before you texted. I wondered why he was so distraught, but I didn't get a chance to find out why he canceled the play before I had to bring you clothes."
"OH! Yeah, I think Figgins told him we had to shut it down for being too inappropriate. They were still arguing about it when I got sent in here to wait until I could get some 'proper attire and not further traumatize the eyes and imaginations of innocent bystanders in the hallway' – Figgins words, not mine."
"Well Principal Figgins doesn't know what he's talking about. The only trauma you could possibly inflict is on girls who fantasize about you and now know exactly what they are missing."
"And what THEY will never ever get... cause babe, this body is all yours."
He demonstrated a really poor attempt at a windy city body roll and Rachel giggled. "ALL mine huh? Gee, whatever shall I do with it?"
"The possibilities are endless. I say we head to your place and get started finding out," he winked at her then slung his arm around her shoulders as they headed out of the nurse's office.
"Well you know, my daddies are gone for the night..."
Finn smiled wide flashing her all his panty-dropping dimples. He put the prop glasses back on and began to sing. "Dammit, Janet, I love you!"
"Oh Brad, I'm mad, for you tooooooo!"
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~F❤️R~