Fic: Carry On
Title: Carry On
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to Mattress
Summary: Finn finds out about the true paternity of his child, hurt/comfort ensues
Notes: Written for perivates. This is short, shmoopy, and not very original (for me). And yet I post it. Many apologies.
He was an idiot and an asshole and he knew it. It was clear to anyone that Mr Schu had been going through a lot the last few days, what with not being able to accompany the Glee Club to Sectionals and more importantly, finding out that his wife wasn't really pregnant. He knew that he shouldn't be bothering him with his own problems. But the fact was that he didn't know who else to turn to. And that led him to Mr Schu's door.
"Fuck," he muttered to himself, staring at the door. He'd come this far - should he knock? Or should he leave? Would Mr Schu be happy to see him or send him away? He was just about to turn away when the door opened.
"Is someone out here -- Finn," said Mr Schu, surprised. "Hey, what's going on? Come inside."
Finn followed Mr Schu inside and sat at his kitchen table. He was suddenly afraid of speaking, afraid that doing so would lead to him crying again. And he didn't want to make an ass of himself.
"Finn," said Mr Schu, placing a hand on his arm and looking at him concernedly. "What's going on?"
Finn stared at the table and willed himself to keep it together. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "The baby... Quinn's baby... I'm not the father, Puck is." As he stared at the table, the full implications of those words hit him again, and he couldn't help but start crying again. He pressed his face into his hand and bit his lip.
And then there were arms, warm arms circling him, a hand rubbing his back, and that low, soothing voice, saying, "I'm so sorry, Finn."
And it felt good, to have someone there for him, someone who could be strong for him when everything felt like it was falling apart. For a few long minutes he just sat there, trying to focus on the feelings of warmth and comfort, and not on his own heartbreak.
Eventually he pulled away and managed a shaky smile. "Thanks, Mr Schu."
"You can call me Will," he replied. "God, I'm so sorry, Finn. I-- trust me, I know how hard this is. If there's anything I can do--"
"Could I have something to eat?" Finn replied, quickly, before realizing how ridiculous that sounded. "Sorry. I'm just hungry, and sometimes when I'm upset food makes me feel better."
"Of course, of course," said Will, looking through his cupboards. "I haven't actually been here the last few days, so we don't have much..." He laughed. "I have some Cap'n Crunch here, specifically because Terri never let me have it..."
"I love Cap'n Crunch," Finn replied.
"Alright then, perfect." A few moments later, Will placed the bowl of cereal in front of Finn.
"Thanks," Finn said, as Will sat down next to him with his own bowl. He looked down at the cereal, at this token of Will's unrelenting kindness. This was the kind of thing a father would do, wasn't it? Comfort his kid while they were upset, make them a bowl of cereal with just the right amount of milk? He closed his eyes. He'd never be able to do this for his kid, or at least the kid he'd thought was his. All he had was Will, this incredible person, doing it for him out of pity.
"Finn," Will said softly, placing a hand on his.
Finn looked over at him and forced a smile. "Sorry, I guess I'm a little out of it." He shook his head a little, and forced himself to pick up his spoon and scoop up some cereal. He had no idea when such a simple act had become so difficult, or why his hand was shaking so hard that the cereal wouldn't stay on the spoon. "I'm sorry," he muttered, setting his spoon down and standing. "I-- God, I can't even eat some damn cereal, how could I expect to help raise a kid?"
Will stood up with him and placed his hands on Finn's shoulders. "Finn, look at me." Finn did so, reluctantly. "None of this is your fault. You would have been a great dad--" At those words, tears started rolling down Will's cheeks as well. Finn hugged him, tightly, and wondered if anyone else had. If, after the most devastating moment of Will's life, anyone had been there to comfort him. He had a sneaking suspicion that Will had gone through this alone, and it was all the more important to him right now that he give back some of what Will had given him.
"I guess we both have trouble keeping it together," Will said, his voice shaking slightly.
"It-- it's okay," Finn said, his arms still around Will. Eventually, reluctantly, he pulled away. "I guess I should go, it's getting late..." He sighed and closed his eyes again.
"What's wrong?"
"Quinn's still at my house," Finn muttered. "Her parents kicked her out, she has nowhere else to stay... but it'll be fine. Yeah."
"Finn," Will said, in that same, soft voice. "You can stay here, if you want. I just... I can't imagine you having to go home to that."
"I've already been a lot of trouble," Finn replied, shaking his head. "And you have enough to deal with."
"I... I could use the company, actually. And then maybe in the morning, we could try again with the cereal."
"Okay," Finn said, not able to argue against something he wanted so badly. "Will..."
"I know, it's a little weird..."
"No, that isn't what I wanted to tell you. It's just-- thanks. For being here for me."
Will smiled at him for a moment and then kissed him on the cheek. "Same here."
As always, the rest of my Glee fic can be found here
I could continue this. Hm. But I have so many ideas inside my head, idek. Anyway, there ya go.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to Mattress
Summary: Finn finds out about the true paternity of his child, hurt/comfort ensues
Notes: Written for perivates. This is short, shmoopy, and not very original (for me). And yet I post it. Many apologies.
He was an idiot and an asshole and he knew it. It was clear to anyone that Mr Schu had been going through a lot the last few days, what with not being able to accompany the Glee Club to Sectionals and more importantly, finding out that his wife wasn't really pregnant. He knew that he shouldn't be bothering him with his own problems. But the fact was that he didn't know who else to turn to. And that led him to Mr Schu's door.
"Fuck," he muttered to himself, staring at the door. He'd come this far - should he knock? Or should he leave? Would Mr Schu be happy to see him or send him away? He was just about to turn away when the door opened.
"Is someone out here -- Finn," said Mr Schu, surprised. "Hey, what's going on? Come inside."
Finn followed Mr Schu inside and sat at his kitchen table. He was suddenly afraid of speaking, afraid that doing so would lead to him crying again. And he didn't want to make an ass of himself.
"Finn," said Mr Schu, placing a hand on his arm and looking at him concernedly. "What's going on?"
Finn stared at the table and willed himself to keep it together. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "The baby... Quinn's baby... I'm not the father, Puck is." As he stared at the table, the full implications of those words hit him again, and he couldn't help but start crying again. He pressed his face into his hand and bit his lip.
And then there were arms, warm arms circling him, a hand rubbing his back, and that low, soothing voice, saying, "I'm so sorry, Finn."
And it felt good, to have someone there for him, someone who could be strong for him when everything felt like it was falling apart. For a few long minutes he just sat there, trying to focus on the feelings of warmth and comfort, and not on his own heartbreak.
Eventually he pulled away and managed a shaky smile. "Thanks, Mr Schu."
"You can call me Will," he replied. "God, I'm so sorry, Finn. I-- trust me, I know how hard this is. If there's anything I can do--"
"Could I have something to eat?" Finn replied, quickly, before realizing how ridiculous that sounded. "Sorry. I'm just hungry, and sometimes when I'm upset food makes me feel better."
"Of course, of course," said Will, looking through his cupboards. "I haven't actually been here the last few days, so we don't have much..." He laughed. "I have some Cap'n Crunch here, specifically because Terri never let me have it..."
"I love Cap'n Crunch," Finn replied.
"Alright then, perfect." A few moments later, Will placed the bowl of cereal in front of Finn.
"Thanks," Finn said, as Will sat down next to him with his own bowl. He looked down at the cereal, at this token of Will's unrelenting kindness. This was the kind of thing a father would do, wasn't it? Comfort his kid while they were upset, make them a bowl of cereal with just the right amount of milk? He closed his eyes. He'd never be able to do this for his kid, or at least the kid he'd thought was his. All he had was Will, this incredible person, doing it for him out of pity.
"Finn," Will said softly, placing a hand on his.
Finn looked over at him and forced a smile. "Sorry, I guess I'm a little out of it." He shook his head a little, and forced himself to pick up his spoon and scoop up some cereal. He had no idea when such a simple act had become so difficult, or why his hand was shaking so hard that the cereal wouldn't stay on the spoon. "I'm sorry," he muttered, setting his spoon down and standing. "I-- God, I can't even eat some damn cereal, how could I expect to help raise a kid?"
Will stood up with him and placed his hands on Finn's shoulders. "Finn, look at me." Finn did so, reluctantly. "None of this is your fault. You would have been a great dad--" At those words, tears started rolling down Will's cheeks as well. Finn hugged him, tightly, and wondered if anyone else had. If, after the most devastating moment of Will's life, anyone had been there to comfort him. He had a sneaking suspicion that Will had gone through this alone, and it was all the more important to him right now that he give back some of what Will had given him.
"I guess we both have trouble keeping it together," Will said, his voice shaking slightly.
"It-- it's okay," Finn said, his arms still around Will. Eventually, reluctantly, he pulled away. "I guess I should go, it's getting late..." He sighed and closed his eyes again.
"What's wrong?"
"Quinn's still at my house," Finn muttered. "Her parents kicked her out, she has nowhere else to stay... but it'll be fine. Yeah."
"Finn," Will said, in that same, soft voice. "You can stay here, if you want. I just... I can't imagine you having to go home to that."
"I've already been a lot of trouble," Finn replied, shaking his head. "And you have enough to deal with."
"I... I could use the company, actually. And then maybe in the morning, we could try again with the cereal."
"Okay," Finn said, not able to argue against something he wanted so badly. "Will..."
"I know, it's a little weird..."
"No, that isn't what I wanted to tell you. It's just-- thanks. For being here for me."
Will smiled at him for a moment and then kissed him on the cheek. "Same here."
As always, the rest of my Glee fic can be found here
I could continue this. Hm. But I have so many ideas inside my head, idek. Anyway, there ya go.