Fifth Prompt Post
Welcome to the Glee Angst Meme again! You know how these things work. You can come here and prompt your most angsty prompts, and write stories filling those angsty prompts to let our characters suffer
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For the record, this fic is completely written (it clocked in somewhere just shy of 12,000 words), but it might take me a few days to finish editing and posting it, so I appreciate your patience in the meantime!
"For the last time, Finn, I'm not helping you turn our riding lawn mower into a go-kart."
Finn frowned, walking faster to keep up with Kurt as he made his way to his locker. For a little guy, he was crazy fast in a crowd.
"Come on, dude, it'll be awesome!" he said, pleading a bit. What was the point of having a brother who was a mechanic if he wouldn't make you cool stuff? "Puck said he'd pay you."
He made sure to keep one eye on the other students as they walked, watching for threats. He knew he'd dropped the ball last semester when it came to all of the bullying stuff, but he'd made a promise to Kurt and to Burt to do better this time around, and he wasn't going to let them down. Just because Santana and Karofsky had started that weird French-hat club didn't mean that others wouldn't try something if they got a chance. Kurt was his responsibility, and he was determined to be the best big brother ever.
Even if Kurt was technically a month-and-a-half older than him.
"Much as I'd love to help Puck launder his no-doubt stolen money, I'd prefer to keep my record spotless," Kurt said as he opened his locker.
"Hey, not cool," said Finn, feeling defensive. "Puck's not like that anymore. You know he wouldn't risk his parole over something stupid."
Actually, he didn't know where the money was coming from, but he'd heard him and Artie saying something about a busker revolution downtown, so it was probably okay.
"The answer's still no."
Kurt pulled out that big can of hairspray he owned and Finn backed away a bit - he'd learned the hard way not to stand too close when Kurt was spraying it. He'd always wondered how his lungs could take so much of the stuff.
Looking up, he noticed Rachel staring at them from down the hall.
Oh crap. She had that crazy, determined look on her face, like when she was talking about making them matching coffee mugs with their heads photoshopped on to Disney characters and stuff.
He panicked as she started heading straight for them like one of those smart missiles from Mario Kart. Quinn had been really scary about him talking to Rachel lately, and he was kind of running out of ways to let Rachel know it was over. It wasn't that he didn't like her or anything, but, well, she'd cheated on him, and that was something you didn't just forget about.
Well, except for all the stuff with Quinn, but that had been a whole year ago, so it was different.
Rachel stopped right in front of them, a big smile on her face, and Finn braced himself.
Wait, why wasn't she looking at him?
"Kurt, I'm so glad I caught you," she said, her eyes wide and focused as Kurt looked up from his locker.
Finn frowned - wait, what?
"I was looking through my closet earlier and I've decided that it's time for a change. I wondered if you might be willing to make some suggestions?" Was she batting her eyes at him? He'd thought girls only did that when they liked someone. Or when they had pink eye. He really hoped she didn't have pink eye - that'd be gross.
Kurt's head perked up like one of those meerkats they were always showing on Animal Planet. "Rachel Berry, are you offering to let me give you a makeover?"
Rachel smiled, and she was totally trying to hit on Kurt. Finn could tell, 'cause now she was staring at him like her eyes were glued open. Huh. He'd never really realised how creepy she could be when she was flirting.
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