WIP Not what it looks like
I think this was a prompt from the meme that I meant to write as a gift for someone but then never finished. Sorry about that.
Tawg, I've done my part of the bargain.
It was the big day. The big Holy Crap Josh Groban is Coming to See Us Perform day. Unfortunately it was also Finn’s Mom is Working Late day and there was no way he could tie a bowtie by himself.
Hoping that one of the guys would be there, Finn showed up backstage half an hour early. Unfortunately it was empty except for a few of the stage hands setting up decorations.
Seeing as there was nothing better to do, Finn took this opportunity to practice his steps. There was no way he could perfect it in the two hours before the show started, but with feet as big as his, Finn figured he needed all the practice he could get.
He was just getting into his side steps when a door opened.
“Hey Finn,” came from behind him and he turned to see Will walking through the back door. Unfortunately he hadn’t quite finished his step when he started turning and his feet rejected the abrupt movement. He stumbled and skidded, trying to keep his balance anywhere that would keep him from hitting the floor.
Will quickly swooped in and caught Finn’s flailing body. Of course, as well balanced as Will can be, his small stature couldn’t hold up against Finn’s large form and he staggered back only stopping when Finn threw himself into a wall to hold them up.
Leaning against the wall, Finn lasted about two seconds before whipping his head back and bursting out laughing and Will couldn’t help but join in too.
“Finn,” he laughed into the boy’s shoulder, “You’re a great guy and all but I have no idea how you survived this late in life!”
“It’s tough! I had to learn some tricks. This is what walls are for right?”
“In this case I’d have to agree with you.” Will lifted his head from Finn’s shoulder. “What are you doing here so early? I told the rest of the guys not to be here for another 20 minutes.”
Slightly embarrassed but still smiling, the boy lifted his hand and showed his teacher the bowtie.
“Help?”
Will chuckled again and placed the bowtie around the tall boy’s collar. A loud abrupt cough came from the door.
It was Sandy crossing his arms and raking his eyes over the two of them in disdain.
“Oh I see how it is. When Sandy Ryreson does it, it’s creepy and he gets fired and a record with the law but when William does it, it’s perfectly fine.” He scoffed and started strutting away towards the stage. “Completely outrageous.”
“Uh, what’s he talking about?” Finn said looking down at his teacher. That’s when Will realized they were still leaning against the wall and, because of their laugh-fest, there was hardly any space between them. With his hands around his neck it looked like Will was pulling Finn’s head toward him.
“Sandy!” Will called out. “It’s not what it looks like!”
~~~
Finn wasn’t himself. All the pressure had come down on him and now all he seemed comfortable doing was sitting and staring at his feet. Will had tried to talk, he had tried staying silent, he’d tried singing but Finn barely cracked a smile.
Now normally Will wouldn’t consider something like this when he was sitting on the auditorium stage with a student, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
He reached a hand out and lightly touched Finn’s side.
The boy squirmed.
He wiggled his fingers just so.
“Stop it.” Finn giggled and the fingers continued at his side. “Mr. Schue!”
“Are you gonna stop being a stick in the mud?” Will reached his other arm around the boy but didn’t touch him yet.
“Stick in the mud? What? Are you my grandma?”
That was it. Fingers were wiggling and writhing and tickling all over Finn’s body and he couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Will took advantage of Finn falling back to move to a better tickling angle and loom over him. He wouldn’t straddle a student, that’d be too inappropriate, but he couldn’t help it if, in all the squirming, his leg happened to slip in between Finn’s.
“Say uncle!” He demanded playfully. “Say Oklahoma! And West Side Story! And The Sound of Music!”
“Never!” Finn cried. He caught Will’s leg in a grip and flipped them over. The tickling tables had turned. “The Sound of Music sucks!”
Will tried to fight back but the boy was strong and he moved too quick for him to get a hand in.
“Who’s the best guy in glee club?”
“You!”
“Artie Abrams you say?”
“It’s you!”
“Puckerman? How dare you!”
“Finn’s the best!”
“I’m the best!”
“You’re the best Finn!”
Though Finn’s hands stopped moving the two continued in their laughter for a time, Finn resting his head on the older man’s shoulder.
There’s an odd thump upstage.
Looking up, they see a few members of the jazz band coming to take the last of the equipment. One of them noticed the staring and said, “Oh don’t mind us.”
Will looked at their situation. The hands he had once used to futilely attempt to push the boy away were now comfortably resting on his neck while their legs remained intertwined and Finn’s head was leaning into his neck.
He tilted his head back and said, “This isn’t what it looks like.”
I have the beginning to another one and a fantastically awkward not-what-it-looks-like scene to end but it's difficult thinking of these.
Tawg, I've done my part of the bargain.
It was the big day. The big Holy Crap Josh Groban is Coming to See Us Perform day. Unfortunately it was also Finn’s Mom is Working Late day and there was no way he could tie a bowtie by himself.
Hoping that one of the guys would be there, Finn showed up backstage half an hour early. Unfortunately it was empty except for a few of the stage hands setting up decorations.
Seeing as there was nothing better to do, Finn took this opportunity to practice his steps. There was no way he could perfect it in the two hours before the show started, but with feet as big as his, Finn figured he needed all the practice he could get.
He was just getting into his side steps when a door opened.
“Hey Finn,” came from behind him and he turned to see Will walking through the back door. Unfortunately he hadn’t quite finished his step when he started turning and his feet rejected the abrupt movement. He stumbled and skidded, trying to keep his balance anywhere that would keep him from hitting the floor.
Will quickly swooped in and caught Finn’s flailing body. Of course, as well balanced as Will can be, his small stature couldn’t hold up against Finn’s large form and he staggered back only stopping when Finn threw himself into a wall to hold them up.
Leaning against the wall, Finn lasted about two seconds before whipping his head back and bursting out laughing and Will couldn’t help but join in too.
“Finn,” he laughed into the boy’s shoulder, “You’re a great guy and all but I have no idea how you survived this late in life!”
“It’s tough! I had to learn some tricks. This is what walls are for right?”
“In this case I’d have to agree with you.” Will lifted his head from Finn’s shoulder. “What are you doing here so early? I told the rest of the guys not to be here for another 20 minutes.”
Slightly embarrassed but still smiling, the boy lifted his hand and showed his teacher the bowtie.
“Help?”
Will chuckled again and placed the bowtie around the tall boy’s collar. A loud abrupt cough came from the door.
It was Sandy crossing his arms and raking his eyes over the two of them in disdain.
“Oh I see how it is. When Sandy Ryreson does it, it’s creepy and he gets fired and a record with the law but when William does it, it’s perfectly fine.” He scoffed and started strutting away towards the stage. “Completely outrageous.”
“Uh, what’s he talking about?” Finn said looking down at his teacher. That’s when Will realized they were still leaning against the wall and, because of their laugh-fest, there was hardly any space between them. With his hands around his neck it looked like Will was pulling Finn’s head toward him.
“Sandy!” Will called out. “It’s not what it looks like!”
~~~
Finn wasn’t himself. All the pressure had come down on him and now all he seemed comfortable doing was sitting and staring at his feet. Will had tried to talk, he had tried staying silent, he’d tried singing but Finn barely cracked a smile.
Now normally Will wouldn’t consider something like this when he was sitting on the auditorium stage with a student, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
He reached a hand out and lightly touched Finn’s side.
The boy squirmed.
He wiggled his fingers just so.
“Stop it.” Finn giggled and the fingers continued at his side. “Mr. Schue!”
“Are you gonna stop being a stick in the mud?” Will reached his other arm around the boy but didn’t touch him yet.
“Stick in the mud? What? Are you my grandma?”
That was it. Fingers were wiggling and writhing and tickling all over Finn’s body and he couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Will took advantage of Finn falling back to move to a better tickling angle and loom over him. He wouldn’t straddle a student, that’d be too inappropriate, but he couldn’t help it if, in all the squirming, his leg happened to slip in between Finn’s.
“Say uncle!” He demanded playfully. “Say Oklahoma! And West Side Story! And The Sound of Music!”
“Never!” Finn cried. He caught Will’s leg in a grip and flipped them over. The tickling tables had turned. “The Sound of Music sucks!”
Will tried to fight back but the boy was strong and he moved too quick for him to get a hand in.
“Who’s the best guy in glee club?”
“You!”
“Artie Abrams you say?”
“It’s you!”
“Puckerman? How dare you!”
“Finn’s the best!”
“I’m the best!”
“You’re the best Finn!”
Though Finn’s hands stopped moving the two continued in their laughter for a time, Finn resting his head on the older man’s shoulder.
There’s an odd thump upstage.
Looking up, they see a few members of the jazz band coming to take the last of the equipment. One of them noticed the staring and said, “Oh don’t mind us.”
Will looked at their situation. The hands he had once used to futilely attempt to push the boy away were now comfortably resting on his neck while their legs remained intertwined and Finn’s head was leaning into his neck.
He tilted his head back and said, “This isn’t what it looks like.”
I have the beginning to another one and a fantastically awkward not-what-it-looks-like scene to end but it's difficult thinking of these.