Fic: Freedom - Chapter 9.Finn
Freedom
Pairings; Characters: Kurt/Puck; various other Glee characters
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: no beta, uneducated (and briefly researched) talk of motorcycles; no known spoilers
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and all that jazz.
Summary: Kurt gets a motorcycle for senior year. Everyone wants a ride on it, some are willing to give more than others.
A/N: This is drabble that I decided to write because Finn got a surprisingly good reaction in the actual chapter 9. Hopefully I don’t overdo it, but I wanted to get Finn’s thoughts out there after vague comments put specific ideas into my head. :-/
Chapter 1
Chapter 9
Chapter 9.Finn
Finn sighed and stared at his phone. He had called Puck like ten times and every time it would go to voice mail after five rings. Where the hell was Puck? He always answered his phone, half the time he even answered it during class, and a few times he’d answered during sex. Though, admittedly, when he was with an incredibly hot girl, one he wanted to see another time or two, he would be sure to keep it on vibrate, or ignore it. Yeah, that made sense, he was probably with a hot girl.
“Hey, Finn,” came Burt’s voice from his bedroom, “You hear anything from Kurt?”
“Nope,” Finn called back. Then a thought hit him. Kurt had been driving Puck around for that past few weeks. Maybe he knew where Puck might be. He called out again to Burt. “I was getting ready to call him. Want me to tell him anything?”
“Tell him he better get home soon, I don’t like him being out so late and not knowing where he is.”
“Sure thing.” Finn pressed Kurt’s speed dial, Kurt had programmed it in while he was at Dalton with the hopes that Finn would share a bit more information with him. It was in the middle of the fourth ring that Finn heard the click of a pick up.
“Hey, Finn,” came Kurt’s voice, a little far away. Did Kurt put me on speaker? Why would he do that? Finn shook his head. It didn’t really matter.
“Hey,” he answered. “Where have you been? Burt’s been bugging me, wanting to know why you didn’t come to family dinner night.”
There was a very slight pause before Kurt said, almost hesitantly, “Something came up that I didn’t want to miss.”
“Well, I hope you had a good time. Just hurry home, it’s getting late.” That’s what Burt wanted me to say, right?
“Yes, mother. I’ll get home as soon as I can.”
Finn frowned. Why would Kurt call him mother? He was a guy. Besides it was Burt who told him to say it. He was about to say as much but held back when he realized that it might cause an argument. Instead he brought up what he had originally called for. “Oh, before you go, do you know where Puck might be?”
Yet another slight pause. What was with this boy tonight?
“Why would I know where Puck is?”
Finn ignored Kurt’s change of tone, figuring he was a little annoyed with him. That had been happening a lot lately. So he explained himself as best he could in hopes of dissipating that annoyance. “Well, you’ve been giving him a few rides recently, I just thought you might know where he could be. He’s not answering his cell and I wanted to see if he wanted to catch a movie with me and the guys.”
As soon as he said it, Finn bit his lip, wondering if Kurt would complain about not being invited. He let out his breath when he heard a more positive answer, getting up to get a drink of water.
“Sounds like fun. What movie?”
Finn smiled. So that’s where Puck was. “Oh, the new one with that guy from those treasure movies,” he touched his mom’s shoulder as he passed her at the kitchen counter.
“You mean Nicholas Cage?” offered Kurt.
“Yeah, that one.” Finn noticed a glass of lemonade on the counter and reached for it. When he noticed his mom reach at the same time he gave her a hopeful look. That one he used whenever he wanted something. He didn’t know why, but he always got what he wanted when he used it.
“Sure,” said Puck, “I’ll see you at your place in twenty?”
Carol stared a second before rolling her eyes and nodding.
“See ya then,” said Finn, hanging up and kissing his mom on the cheek in thanks.
Taking a sip of the lemonade he sighed as his thirst was quenched. Then he paused. Why wouldn’t Puck answer his phone if he was just with Kurt? He stared at his phone, waiting until his mom had walked out with a second cup of lemonade.
Why the hell was Puck with Kurt?!
Pressing the redial he waited for the click of the pickup. “What the hell are you two doing together?!” he yelled into the phone.
He waited, listening to the faint sound of Puck laughing in the background. What’s so funny? When he still didn’t get an answer he sighed. “Hello? Anyone there?”
“Yeah,” said Kurt, “I just thought Puck might want to explain it himself.”
Finn tried not to panic. What could they have been doing that Kurt wasn’t able to explain it all?
“Yeah, yeah,” came Puck’s voice, barely having control of his laughter. “We were eating,” was his eventual explanation.
Finn sighed, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Why on earth would Kurt skip family night to eat with you? No offence.”
Feeling a little less freaked he picked up his lemonade again.
“Dude, it was a date. Now, let me hang up so I can get over to your place. We’ll talk about it then.”
Finn was glad he was next to the sink because that meant he didn’t have to clean up anything when his cup fell into it, spilling its contents and cracking the glass.
“And don’t tell anyone,” added Kurt, “Including Dad. Besides the fact that he’ll probably kill Puck before the movie, Mercedes will kill me if she hears it from anyone else.”
Finn couldn’t form words. Kurt was gay. Puck was straight. Puck and Kurt were dating? Oh God, what the hell did it all mean?
Finally, after taking a small sip of water from the sink to wet his suddenly fry mouth, he managed to spit out a gurgled, “What!?”
“Just go freak out in your room,” said Kurt, “We’ll explain it when we get there. Bye, Finn.” Then he hung up.
Finn whimpered, staring at his now blank phone screen. Slowly he made his way to his room, closing the door behind him. He swallowed, sitting on his bed. What were they doing that Puck didn’t answer his phone?
Kurt was gay, and a virgin. Puck was straight, and definitely not a virgin. Puck and Kurt were dating?! What were they doing that Puck didn’t answer his phone?
Finn couldn’t help it, he curled up in the fetal position on his bed. If the straightest guy he knew was gay, what did that mean for the less obviously straight guys he knew? And what were they doing that Puck didn’t answer his phone?!?!
TBC...
Hope you enjoyed this little tidbit into the workings of my version of Finn's mind! ^__^
Chapter 10
Pairings; Characters: Kurt/Puck; various other Glee characters
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: no beta, uneducated (and briefly researched) talk of motorcycles; no known spoilers
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and all that jazz.
Summary: Kurt gets a motorcycle for senior year. Everyone wants a ride on it, some are willing to give more than others.
A/N: This is drabble that I decided to write because Finn got a surprisingly good reaction in the actual chapter 9. Hopefully I don’t overdo it, but I wanted to get Finn’s thoughts out there after vague comments put specific ideas into my head. :-/
Chapter 1
Chapter 9
Chapter 9.Finn
Finn sighed and stared at his phone. He had called Puck like ten times and every time it would go to voice mail after five rings. Where the hell was Puck? He always answered his phone, half the time he even answered it during class, and a few times he’d answered during sex. Though, admittedly, when he was with an incredibly hot girl, one he wanted to see another time or two, he would be sure to keep it on vibrate, or ignore it. Yeah, that made sense, he was probably with a hot girl.
“Hey, Finn,” came Burt’s voice from his bedroom, “You hear anything from Kurt?”
“Nope,” Finn called back. Then a thought hit him. Kurt had been driving Puck around for that past few weeks. Maybe he knew where Puck might be. He called out again to Burt. “I was getting ready to call him. Want me to tell him anything?”
“Tell him he better get home soon, I don’t like him being out so late and not knowing where he is.”
“Sure thing.” Finn pressed Kurt’s speed dial, Kurt had programmed it in while he was at Dalton with the hopes that Finn would share a bit more information with him. It was in the middle of the fourth ring that Finn heard the click of a pick up.
“Hey, Finn,” came Kurt’s voice, a little far away. Did Kurt put me on speaker? Why would he do that? Finn shook his head. It didn’t really matter.
“Hey,” he answered. “Where have you been? Burt’s been bugging me, wanting to know why you didn’t come to family dinner night.”
There was a very slight pause before Kurt said, almost hesitantly, “Something came up that I didn’t want to miss.”
“Well, I hope you had a good time. Just hurry home, it’s getting late.” That’s what Burt wanted me to say, right?
“Yes, mother. I’ll get home as soon as I can.”
Finn frowned. Why would Kurt call him mother? He was a guy. Besides it was Burt who told him to say it. He was about to say as much but held back when he realized that it might cause an argument. Instead he brought up what he had originally called for. “Oh, before you go, do you know where Puck might be?”
Yet another slight pause. What was with this boy tonight?
“Why would I know where Puck is?”
Finn ignored Kurt’s change of tone, figuring he was a little annoyed with him. That had been happening a lot lately. So he explained himself as best he could in hopes of dissipating that annoyance. “Well, you’ve been giving him a few rides recently, I just thought you might know where he could be. He’s not answering his cell and I wanted to see if he wanted to catch a movie with me and the guys.”
As soon as he said it, Finn bit his lip, wondering if Kurt would complain about not being invited. He let out his breath when he heard a more positive answer, getting up to get a drink of water.
“Sounds like fun. What movie?”
Finn smiled. So that’s where Puck was. “Oh, the new one with that guy from those treasure movies,” he touched his mom’s shoulder as he passed her at the kitchen counter.
“You mean Nicholas Cage?” offered Kurt.
“Yeah, that one.” Finn noticed a glass of lemonade on the counter and reached for it. When he noticed his mom reach at the same time he gave her a hopeful look. That one he used whenever he wanted something. He didn’t know why, but he always got what he wanted when he used it.
“Sure,” said Puck, “I’ll see you at your place in twenty?”
Carol stared a second before rolling her eyes and nodding.
“See ya then,” said Finn, hanging up and kissing his mom on the cheek in thanks.
Taking a sip of the lemonade he sighed as his thirst was quenched. Then he paused. Why wouldn’t Puck answer his phone if he was just with Kurt? He stared at his phone, waiting until his mom had walked out with a second cup of lemonade.
Why the hell was Puck with Kurt?!
Pressing the redial he waited for the click of the pickup. “What the hell are you two doing together?!” he yelled into the phone.
He waited, listening to the faint sound of Puck laughing in the background. What’s so funny? When he still didn’t get an answer he sighed. “Hello? Anyone there?”
“Yeah,” said Kurt, “I just thought Puck might want to explain it himself.”
Finn tried not to panic. What could they have been doing that Kurt wasn’t able to explain it all?
“Yeah, yeah,” came Puck’s voice, barely having control of his laughter. “We were eating,” was his eventual explanation.
Finn sighed, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Why on earth would Kurt skip family night to eat with you? No offence.”
Feeling a little less freaked he picked up his lemonade again.
“Dude, it was a date. Now, let me hang up so I can get over to your place. We’ll talk about it then.”
Finn was glad he was next to the sink because that meant he didn’t have to clean up anything when his cup fell into it, spilling its contents and cracking the glass.
“And don’t tell anyone,” added Kurt, “Including Dad. Besides the fact that he’ll probably kill Puck before the movie, Mercedes will kill me if she hears it from anyone else.”
Finn couldn’t form words. Kurt was gay. Puck was straight. Puck and Kurt were dating? Oh God, what the hell did it all mean?
Finally, after taking a small sip of water from the sink to wet his suddenly fry mouth, he managed to spit out a gurgled, “What!?”
“Just go freak out in your room,” said Kurt, “We’ll explain it when we get there. Bye, Finn.” Then he hung up.
Finn whimpered, staring at his now blank phone screen. Slowly he made his way to his room, closing the door behind him. He swallowed, sitting on his bed. What were they doing that Puck didn’t answer his phone?
Kurt was gay, and a virgin. Puck was straight, and definitely not a virgin. Puck and Kurt were dating?! What were they doing that Puck didn’t answer his phone?
Finn couldn’t help it, he curled up in the fetal position on his bed. If the straightest guy he knew was gay, what did that mean for the less obviously straight guys he knew? And what were they doing that Puck didn’t answer his phone?!?!
TBC...
Hope you enjoyed this little tidbit into the workings of my version of Finn's mind! ^__^
Chapter 10