Glee fic: Everyone's A Little In Love With Finn Hudson

[zinnydark]

Everyone's A Little In Love With Finn Hudson
Fandom: Glee
Pairings: FINN/EVERYONE! Srsly: All canon pairings, plus Finn/Santana, Finn/Brittany, Finn/Mercedes, Finn/Tina, Finn/Puck, Finn/Mike Chang, Finn/Kurt, with hints of Artie/Tina and a brief fantasy Santana/Brittany.
Rating / Warnings: PG-13, for makeouts and veiled references to male parts.
Spoilers: All aired episodes to 1x08 (Mash-Up), though takes place in an AU future where Finn's dating Rachel but doesn't know about the baby daddy.
Summary: Finn doesn't want to lead anybody on. So he just makes out with everyone.
Notes: Apologies for the lack of Finn/Artie and Finn/Matt. They just wouldn't cooperate, yo. I had also planned a side of Finn/Will but my brain wouldn’t let me. But, seeing as this was my way of deciding what pairings I liked, that's only natural.
Unbeta'd. Please, point out any grammar/spelling errors or typos, etc. And if anybody is willing to beta in the future, please let me know!


Finn sat sideways on the piano bench, white-knuckled hands clutching his knees. He kept his head low, consciously keeping his eyes away from the others, who sat in a line of chairs on the opposite end of the music room. Except for Rachel. Rachel was standing, arms crossed, right next to him. The hairs on the back of his neck told him she was still glaring.

He decided to take another stab at what he had tried to do before she had dragged them all in here. "I-"

"This is a disaster!" She cut him off with a wholly unnecessary stomp of her foot.

"For you, maybe," Puck threw out from his seat. "What does this have to do with any of us, again?"

"It changes things." Finn hoped to God she was now glaring at the other boy and risked a glance upward. Everyone was pointedly staring at anything but him. Except for Kurt. His chair was a little farther back than the others, and he sat with his knees together, arms crossed, head bowed. But he stared up at him nervously through his lashes. He looked sick.

Rachel was in the middle of an impassioned 'group dynamics are important' speech when Puck jumped to his feet. "Hey, I get that you want to humiliate your boyfriend for going all homo, but I have better things to do."

"I think what he's trying to say is, this may be a matter better left for when you're..." Artie trailed off when Rachel turned her glare his way. The look in her eyes must have been one hindered percent Rachel Crazy, and that was not something anyone should try to mess with. He mumbled an apology and tried to shrink into himself.

"Besides, it's not like he doesn’t' have a history of this kind of thing." Quinn. Oh God, Quinn. Finn stared harder at his sneakers. She had been oddly blank ever since stumbling into that maintenance closet. He could now hear the deceptively sweet smile in her voice. "Right, Rachel?"

"No, that's not it." His girlfriend - please, still be his girlfriend - started to pace, words naturally falling into the rhythm of her steps. (As if she was born to do this, so naturally talented, such a gift, so sexy- but now was not the time for those thoughts.) "If something like... this... happens between two people, and its not directly addressed, it will start to fester and things will get awkward until those two people can't interact." She stopped short, turning it into a graceful half-spin to face the group, hands on her hips. "And I'm not choreographing around Finn and Kurt festering. I'm just not doing it."

Finn finally lifted his head, facing his peers but not actually seeing them, trying to get it all out and then out of there before things got worse. "Look, I... It didn't mean anyth-... I mean, I didn't like- no, Kurt, it was nice, really, but... I was just trying to not break his heart and of course we would have talked about it... We had talked about it and we would have been cool and-" he took a deep breath and scrunched up his shoulders. "I'm sorry?"

They were all just kind of... looking at him now. No confusion, no pity, just... nothing. Except for Kurt, who was staring so hard Finn was starting to wonder if he was maybe just a little constipated or something.

Puck clapped his hands suddenly. "I knew it! The Fairy's in love with you, isn't he?" He cackled with the kind of insane glee that Finn was just used to after all these years.

"No I'm not!" chimed in Kurt from the back, too quickly and high-pitched even for him for anybody to take note of.

"Well, that's great Finn, really. How nice of you." Quinn shifted on her chair, hand on her still slight stomach. "Why don't you just make out with everyone else, try not to break anyone else's hearts?"

More silence. More blank stares directed at the blonde. Except for a near-whispered protest that it wasn't technically making out, there had been no tongue.

Finn weighed his options carefully: sit here in the hall of acoustically perfect silence and EYES, or lay on some smooches.

Clearing his throat, he tried to smile but probably just looked crazy and/or sick. "I will, if you want me to." He turned to Rachel, forcing his grin wider. "Just to prove how totally not awkward I can be."

She gaped at him a moment before tears started glistening at the corners of her eyes. "If that's what you feel you should do, I... fine." And, completing her spin, Rachel Berry stormed out of the music room for the eighteenth time that month.

He sensed that maybe he should go after her and try and figure out what was really bothering her (God, he hated chick psychology) but Quinn was already getting to her feet with barely any struggle. "I'll handle it," she said with a sigh - one of those big, productive ones she heaved when she was annoyed but ultimately knew someone else was right and she was about to give in. It was a sound he hadn't heard in so long, definitely since before the pregnancy, maybe even before this whole glee mess. The sound sent a thrill through his body, settling in his stomach. It made him sit up straighter. It made him look her in the eye.

Quinn rewarded him with a small, shy smile like the ones she used to give him in elementary school - before the pressures of the future and popularity and a baby. It used to be the smile of a little girl with a crush. But she was a lot older now. Her eyes were tired and sad. She paused when she reached him. She put her hand on his arm and gave it a comforting squeeze. Then she leaned down and gave him a short, sweet kiss at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry," she whispered into his cheek. "I'll calm her down for you."

Finn found himself on his feet, holding Quinn close and tight. She had no idea what she had just done. Weeks of hostile silence and cold shoulders, all the Cheerios! giggling behind his back about problems they had heard he had... All of it went out the window in those few seconds.

"Okay, okay, that's good." Quinn pulled herself away from him, hand instinctively going to her belly.

Finn could tell his smile was off putting, but he didn't care. "But... we're cool?"

She paused, then smiled again - God, he'd never get tired of that. "Yeah, we're cool."

But then, as she reached the door, she stopped and turned back towards the group. "Don't let him off easy. He wants to kiss you all so you better kiss him."

Finn's stomach fell. He needed to stop jumping into things like this.

He turned back to the group to find Santana and Brittany standing in front of him, hands on their hips. Their faces held the look of such unrepentant evil that only teenage girls can have. Finn's well aware that, despite Quinn's new and not-quite friendship with Rachel, and despite the Cheerios! continued loyalty to their fallen queen, they'd still do anything to make Rachel's life miserable.

"It was your idea," Santana purred as she reached out to pull his head down.

It wasn't the first time he'd kissed Santana. At parties, where she's had enough PBR for here eyes to start to glaze, after she'd found Puck with his hand up some other girl's skirt, she'd find him. She'd think straight enough to get Brittany to distract Quinn as she cornered him in an empty bedroom. They'd both be too drunk to remember it the next day, of course.

This wasn't much different from those times. Santana had a way of opening her lips and sucking his tongue that used to send his mind racing for the mail. But after a while, he just started to feel sorry for her. There had to have been something big missing inside for her to have to be so desperately aggressive. Even now, as she moaned softly, ran her fingers through his hair, pressed her breasts against him, all he could think of was how lonely she must be. The glee kids looked scandalized. The others looked bored, or, in Puck's case, like he was putting all his energy into looking bored.

It was over before he really knew what happened, before he could do anything more than flail. When she finally broke away, she made a point of licking her lips and straightening her uniform. Her eyes flashed towards the football players before she stared down Brittany.

The blonde stared back at her for a few seconds before turning to Finn. "Yeah, um... you totally deserve this."

She pushed herself up on her toes to press her lips to his. She kept her hands at his waist, using him to keep her balance. Her lips were soft, gentle and completely still. Finn put his hand on her (slim, pretty) hips and, after a few moments of nothing, he opened his mouth to her.

Her whole body lifted as she silently gasped. Life seemed to flood into her. Her lips parted eagerly and her arms crept up his body to wrap around his neck. Finn held her close, more to help her balance than anything. He felt a shiver run up her spine.

Brittany had always been there, though Finn couldn't say he knew much about her. She had been silent reinforcement to Quinn's iron rule, and now Santana had become Queen Bee, and it was easy to get lost behind that girl on a good day. And now here she was, kissing the head QB, the glee stud, the guy who, despite Slushie wars and a pregnant ex-girlfriend, was still the most popular sophomore you could find. And for now, he was all Brittany's. He could feel her smile against his mouth.

"Ah-Hem!"

The blonde sprung away before Finn had even figured out it was Santana that spoke. The cheerleaders stared each other down, Santana's arms crossed over her chest, Brittany's behind her back. It was clear that Brittany had crossed some kind of line, and Finn couldn't help but imagine that some kind of punishment was coming. It was easy to see Santana with a whip in hand, Brittany at her mercy and begging for forgiveness. But those where thoughts for later. Much later. When he was alone.

"Have fun with the rest of them," Santana said with a bemused half-grin. She turned with a flip of her skirt and left the room. Brittany was on her heels, head bowed, face flushed.

"Are we really going to have to watch this all afternoon?" Puck brought his attention back to the others. "If I wanted to make myself sick, I'd eat the cafeteria pudding."

"Hold up." One Ms. Mercedes Jones was now standing in front of him. "I'm not just going to let you mac on the skinny bitches and let you be done with it. You may be a freakishly tall white boy, but I'm not one to turn down what you're offering."

Just as she was when she sang, Mercedes was a powerhouse of kissing. Both of her hands held his head as she yanked him down to her. It felt like his face was being swallowed in her eagerness. He had heard her talking with Kurt - real down-on-her-luck never-been-kissed stuff that made his heart ache. Not that she was a bad kisser, just... inexperienced. She was moving everything - her tongue, her lips, her head, her hands. There was too much going on for Finn to respond. So her found her shoulders and held on for life. And maybe he pushed her back a little, but not enough to be rude (he hoped).

When she was satisfied - which took several long, sloppy minutes - she smacked her lips and smiled. "Well, that's done. Now I think I'll go watch Rachel have a mental breakdown, if anybody wants to join me." And without even another glance in his direction, Mercedes left the room.

Finn gasped for air and slowly lowered himself onto the piano bench. He allowed himself a moment to calm himself before opening his eyes and turning to the rest of the club. "Just give me a sec, okay?" He smiled at Tina. "Let me catch my breath again."

The girls' face went pale and her eyes went wide. "You... You d-d-d-don't-"

"I've gone this far," he shrugged and smiled at her again. "Why stop now?"

"N-n-no, r-really, you d-d-d-d-" she was stumbling over her words worse than usual. Her face brightened in a blush as she mouthed a few more syllables before swallowing and giving up. She cast a quick, furtive glance at Artie, who was very interested in some spot just behind the legs of the piano. He was trying very hard to not look uncomfortable and was failing.

Finn understood. He held out his hand to her. "Come here."

She visibly braced herself and, clutching her elbow, rushed forward to stand in front of him. Her hair swung in front of her face and here eyes were glued on the door.

Gently, Finn pried her fingers from around her arm. He held her hand lightly, until she risked meeting his eyes. She looked so small and nervous.

Finn offered her his cheek. After a few seconds, he turned his gaze back to hers and pouted teasingly and bat his eyelashes. She tried hard to fight the smile that spread across her face. She laughed. It was something he couldn't remember hearing on its own. It was really... nice.

Tina leaned down. She grasped his chin with her free hand and pressed a short, chaste kiss to his cheek. Then, after a hesitation that made her body quiver, she pressed a shorter, chaster kiss to his lips.

Tina's face flushed as she straightened. She giggled quietly and unstopping as she raced out the door.

After a minute, Finn turned to Artie. "Go after her, dude."

The boy's head snapped up. "What? I mean... you're sure?"

"Positive. I think we're done here anyway. Guess you're off the hook."

"Thanks, man." He released the breaks on his chair and headed for the door. As he approached Finn, he took his hands off the wheels, kissed his knuckles, and held his fist out. Finn, grinning, did the same. They bumped fists as he passed, and then Artie was out the door. They could hear him call out to Tina before it clicked shut.

Finn stood, ready to leave himself. Only, suddenly, standing in his way was Puck. His arms were folded and his eyes were slits as he stared him down.

"Dude, we’re nowhere near 'done here'."

"What?"

Puck stepped closer, forcing Finn to step back. "You do not know how good you have it. You decide to go gay for a day, and not only is it not actually gay, but your girlfriend lets you mac on anyone else you want."

"She's not exactly letting me, if you missed-"

"I'm tired of you getting every damn think you want and then some." Puck had him pinned against the piano at this point. Finn braced himself to be punched in the face. "And if I have to do something like... this... to make sure something happens to you that you hate, well..."

Lips were pressed against his. Warm, wet, and gentle, they moved against his softly, coaxing him to respond. Finn's eyes flew open, but Puck's were closed in intense concentration. Puck's hands were braced on either side of him on the piano. They had fought enough over the years for Finn to know that Puck could kick his ass if he really wanted to, and right now he would really want to. There was no escape.

So Finn did something that he really, truly didn't want to do.

He closed his eyes and gave in.

Puck's lips were surprisingly soft. Not so surprising was how good a kisser he was - he had enough experience. Finn lowered his hands from their shocked, defensive position and settled them on the other boy's hips. His mouth opened, and without hesitation Puck slipped him some tongue. Finn sucked on it gently, then tangled his own tongue around it. Puck shifted his body, pressing them closer. The piano dug into Finn's back but at this point he just didn't care. Puck grabbed the back of his neck, forcing his head into a better position. Finn groaned, his hands drifting up under Puck's t-shirt, searching for skin. He felt Puck, hard against his thigh.

Then he was groping air. Puck stood a few feet away, hands clenched at his sides and looking like he was about to throw up. He lunged forward, balling Finn's shirt in his fists, shoving him back onto the piano. Hard. Finn knew he'd have a bruise tomorrow.

"You tell anyone about this..." Puck jabbed a finger dangerously close to Finn's eyes. "I will kill you."

And he, too, was gone, the sound of him spitting echoing down the empty hall before the door clicked shut.

Finn stared at the ceiling and licked his lips. No, he certainly wasn't going to tell anyone. He promised himself that he wasn't even going to think about it, though on that he could make no guarantees.

"Okay, this was funny enough at first, but now it's just... uncomfortable." Matt already had his hand on the knob by the time Finn knew he had moved. "I'm sorry, I'm comfortable enough with myself to kiss you, or whatever, but I just do not want to add any more fuel to the Homo Explosion."

Finn waved him away, realizing he was still reclining on the piano in the same position Puck had shoved him into. He tried to nonchalantly stand again; no reason to have his crotch thrust out like that.

"You comin', Mike?" came from outside and somewhere further down the hall.

"Yeah, man, gotta get my stuff."

But Mike had all his stuff; a sack of books in one arm, his letterman jacket slung over the other. He stood in the middle of the music room looking... embarrassed? Sheepish? Expectant?

Finn Remembered when his teammate had stumbled over the most basic steps of Single Ladies - worse than Hudson, they had said. Then, not a week later, rehearsing for the mash-up, under the influence of Vitamin D, Mike had revealed some serious kills. He had laughed it off and jabbered away about dance classes and blue sequined jackets and his allowance. Nothing that had really made sense, but nothing had those few days. But now, Finn thought, if he had been so self-conscious about something like dancing, what other secrets did he have?

Finn took Mike’s face in his hands and kissed him. The same way, years ago, he had first kissed Quinn when she was still convinced hugging too tightly would give her herpes. The same way, just an hour earlier, he had kissed Kurt in the maintenance closet. And when he was done, he looked Mike right in the eye and gave him his best half-smile of No Hard Feelings. The other boy was practically beaming as he headed out the door.

And he was alone.

"Well, that was interesting."

Except for Kurt.

The boy was still perched on his chair, legs uncrossed, back a little straighter than before. He was flushed and a little sweaty, but Finn didn't want to think about the cause of that (as he had promised himself). His hands were folded delicately on his knees, keeping his thighs squeezed together. Not that Finn noticed his thighs of course; it was just different body language than usual.

Of course.

"I've always thought that everyone was a little in love with you, and now I guess I have proof." He smiled at him, trying to be his normal, bright-eyed self. Instead, he just looked terrified.

"I meant what I said, you know."

Kurt's smile dropped. "I know. Don't worry about it, I didn't think it would."

Finn puzzled over that for a few seconds before catching on. "No, not that it - Well, it was nice but the rest..." He sighed and walked to the back of the room, looming over the boy in the chair. "I meant, the part about not messing things up with Rachel."

"Doing a good job so far."

He ignored him. "And how if you had caught me when I was single-"

"That you're really open-minded, yeah, you just proved that, I think. Now let's move on."

Kurt tried to stand, but Finn had his hands on his shoulders and guided him back down. "C'mon, you're the one who actually has feelings for me, don't you feel a little... gypped? I mean..." He leaned down, closer. "It's not even making out if there's no tongue."

Kurt's eyes were wide with shock. Before he could answer, Finn was kissing him again, firm and demanding. Kurt opened his mouth to squeak his protest, and Finn took it as an invitation. His tongue slid gently around the other boy's tasting his mouth, coaxing the other to play. When Kurt finally allowed himself to react, he did so enthusiastically. He pushed himself up off the chair, trying to press their bodies closer. His first kiss had been humiliating - first he had stumbled over his confession of love and then the current and former girlfriends of his object of desire had stumbled in on them seconds after their lips had touched. His second kiss, he was determined, was going to be memorable for the right reasons.

But, when Finn's hands had decided they wanted a feel of that tight little ass in those tight little jeans, Kurt had to push him away.

"Time for your sponge bath, Grandma!”

When he realized he had spoken out loud - or, more accurately, screamed in Finn's face - Kurt's face turned a shade of purple Finn didn't think was humanly possible. Kurt jumped to his feet and was halfway to the parking lot before Finn could tell him, no, don't worry, there was this time when he was learning to drive...

But Finn was really alone now in the empty music room.

He shook himself, gathered his things and didn't even try to stop his grin as the door clicked shut behind him.

-Fin-
~snerk~