Fic: Felt just perfect
Name: Felt just perfect
Pairing: Will/Finn
Rating: PG or something like that.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee :'C
Description: Will's fingers in his hair had felt just perfect.
Notes: English is not my first langage, so please tell me if there's any mistakes! Also, no spoilers.
Finn heard children screaming at the back of his mind, and nostalgia started running through his body. They sounded a lot like the kids he’d play with at his neighborhood when he was eight. Most of them had moved to somewhere else in Lima or, the lucky ones, in the country.
Lima was suffocating. Felt like a tiny bowl with too many fish and no oxygenation system, or an elevator stuck between floors. He pictured himself in one of those, and he could pretty much see the air extinguishing. Fear struck him. The gleeks were there with him, and he tried telling them not to breathe so fast because, Christ, can’t you guys see we’re stuck here?
Where was “here” anyway, I mean, what elevator is this?
But his voice wouldn’t come out, and no one seemed to care that they were stuck there, that the damn thing wasn’t moving. He looked around, at Kurt’s face, then Puck’s and then Rachel’s… They all looked so calm it was frightening. Where’s Mr. Schue? He’s sure his teacher will understand what he’s trying to say and how important it is that everyone start counting their fucking breaths!
He’s not in the elevator, though. Finn sights, relieved. If they all die there, at least Mr. Schue won’t. He’s a great person, he shouldn’t die. He deserves only the best. Will deserves only the best. Will. Where is he, if not there with them? There’s only a handful of reasons that would get the gleeks all together, Puck and cheerios included, and they all revolve around Will. Mr. Schue. Will. What should Finn address him by? It was his anesthetic delusion anyway, he should be allowed to call anyone anyway he wanted to. Fuck all these formalities of Mr. Schue, Mr. Something, it’s bullshit.
He felt a shake to his arm, and his mother’s voice telling him to wake up. He tried, but he already felt awake. Of course, magically placing yourself at a broken elevator with all your seemingly deaf friends wasn’t something you could just do. “Alright, you wanna sleep, Mr. Hudson, then sleep. The doctor said there’s no tellin’ when the drugs’ll wear off, so I’ma just let you be.” He heard her footsteps getting quieter and quieter, like she was walking away, then she continued, “I need to eat somethin’, OK? I’ll be right back, baby”. He loves his mom, she’s such a nice person… Like Will. What? Why did he think of Will, all of a sudden? Weird.
That name made him warm, though. A hot breath would envelop him when he’d hear it or say it, like when you’re sitting by the fireplace and everything around you is freezing, except you. He could hear the fire crackle. The moon was huge outside, and there was some snow caught at the windowsill on the outside. He was in a grey sweater, sitting cross-legged on the floor, like a child would sit, and in front of him the wood burned. Felt good, smelt nice. Like cocoa. He heard footsteps, maybe his mother had returned already. He turned his head to where the sound was coming from - an arch that seemed to lead to a kitchen. Why he was not at his own house was beyond him.
Will emerged from the arch, not his mom. Finn smiled at the two cups of hot chocolate in his teacher’s hands. Was this Will’s house? Whatever. Will handed him one cup and ruffled Finn’s hair. Finn took a sip and it tasted just perfect. Will’s hand on his hair had felt just perfect. He thanked Will, but he didn’t actually say anything; his mouth just moved in a way that would sound like ‘thank you’ had there been any sound to it, but there wasn’t. His eyes widened, and so did Will’s, who was by the window, now. He frowned, then tried again. Failure. Will frowned too, and Finn felt like a disappointment to his teacher. His voice was what his teacher prized the most in him. If he couldn’t sing anymore, they’d be out of Sectionals because they probably won’t accept a mute glee singer.
He just needed to calm down. Just breath, he can do it. He’s done it so many times before - been doing it since he was like, two or something. He took his hand to his forehead and started rubbing it. His head started weighting on him, and he couldn’t help but lay down on the floor.
“Finn? Is everything alright?” Will asked, walking cautiously towards his student. Finn waved one of his hands, meaning everything was fine, while the other one rubbed his temple. He felt weak and hazy, but he didn’t want to worry his teacher. When Will got to his side, he kneeled down and put his cup of cocoa on the floor, so he could carefully slip an arm behind Finn to sit him up. He touched Finn’s cheek with his free hand and turned the boy’s face towards his. Finn mouthed ‘What’s wrong with me? I can’t talk!” and a tear started to puddle at the corner of his eye. Gosh, he was such a crybaby… He hated that about himself.
Will smiled at him and kissed his cheek. “Don’t you remember where you are?” but Finn really didn’t want to think. He shook his head ‘no’ and started burying his face on Will’s chest. “You should wake up, Finn”.
“Why” he asked, mutely.
“Honey, Mr. Shoe-something’s here to see you”. It sounded like his mom. Will lifted his eyebrows in a ‘that’s why’ way. Finn mouthed an ‘oh’, and his eyelids started closing without an order to do so.
He felt fingers run through his hair, and hoped they were Will’s. As his eyes started to open, he realized they were his mom’s, and he started to feel bad for liking his teachers touch better than hers. His eyes flicked around the room until they reached Will. Mr. Schue. He’d have to re-educate himself to call him that from now on. He called his teacher, but no sound came. His first thought was ‘okay, I’m still sleeping?’, but then his throat started to burn.
“Hey, Finn, don’t try to speak right now, ok?” he hurried to say. He walked closer to Finn’s bed, and the warmth started to cover Finn’s body again. “You’re mute for a couple days” Finn frowned. “B-but I bought you a popsicle! I heard it helps the swelling” He fished one deep from his bag.
“Hun’, I gotta go and sign some papers, ok? Take care of him, Shoe” Mrs. Hudson pointed her index at Will, then left the hospital room.
Finn looked at the popsicle in his hand. It was grape… How did Mr. Schue know that was his favorite? Then it slowly started turning into two. He blinked twice quickly, but the extra one didn’t go away. He turned his attention to Will. He was still looking at the door, but from what Finn could see, he had the most heartwarming smile in his face. “I’m starting to think your mom calls me Mr. Shoe, like in the thing you put on your feet”.
Will felt his hand be pulled away from his hip, where it was sitting before. He turned his eyes to where Finn’s eyes were just seconds before, but they were higher, this time - he was sitting up, now. The boy was obviously groggy from the surgery, ‘cause his eyes kept rolling up and blinking funny. Finn shook his head vigorously, so he could focus on one of the Wills.
Once he got to, he locked his eyes on Will’s. Breathing slowly, he moved his lips, saying “I dreamed of you”. Will felt his face heat up.
Finn remembered how good it felt to have his teacher’s fingers between his hair, so he did the same. He wanted Will to feel what he’d felt then. His other hand covered Will’s, which was clenched on the mattress by Finn’s body, and his eyes were looking straight into Will’s.
“…What?” Will asked. “Y-you’re not thinking straight, Finn” he stuttered, anxious. He hadn’t realized that their head had been getting closer and closer until their foreheads were against each other’s.
“I am. Please, don’t-“he meant to say ‘leave’ or ‘move away’, but he couldn’t. He felt Will’s hand cover the back of his neck softly, and it made him stop thinking at all. Will adjusted Finn’s head so their lips could touch, barely.
Will couldn’t understand himself anymore. The second Finn’s fingers got entangled in his hair, he though “What the hell, he’ll just forget about this after the drugs wear off”. What the fuck? His mind went to Terri and their daughter. And everyone’s face if they ever find out - Emma, Tanaka, Sue, the kids, Finn’s mom-oh shit!
Will pushed Finn away and his back hit the headboard. Finn’s eyebrows furrowed, confused. His teacher’s hand was on his hip again, and the other one covered his mouth. Finn couldn’t think of anything to say. The fact that he couldn’t say was comforting.
“I’m sorry Finn, I- I just…” he stopped halfway through, because he heard a click at the door. Mrs. Hudson entered the room and couldn’t help but notice Shoe’s weird expression, like guilt or something. He did feel it, guilt - he had just almost taken advantage of her drugged son. Christ, the things that Finn made him do… But Mrs. Hudson just shrugged it off.
“Ah, I should get going, Mrs. Hudson. I have to pick Terri up from the- the baby… stuff… store”
“Sure, Mr. Shoe, you should get goin’. I’ll prolly have to remind Finn that you were here, later, though. Just look at him, he’s a mess” Will did, and he really was. His eyes were rolling up again, and his mouth, slightly open. His hands were just laying there, the one that had been covering Will’s hand earlier was still in the same position. He sighted, relieved that the boy’;d forget all about it.
He’d never though he had it in him, to kiss Finn - if he hadn’t remembered that Finn’s mother could get back at any minute, he probably would have. He couldn’t understand it, though. He’d never thought of Finn like that. Whenever the boy was on stage, singing, sure he felt warm and a smile would just show up in the middle of his face, but it wasn’t like that! No, Jesus! He felt proud of Finn. Wanted to hug him and tell him just how good he was. And then kiss-oh, fuck!
His heart sank - it was completely unethical, amoral and just so fucking wrong! He rubbed his head, firmly, ruffling his own hair.
Finn’s hand on his hair had been just perfect.