17 January 2012 @ 03:22 pm
fic: Running the Banner Down 2/?  
Wow, I can't believe I finally got this out. It's been... forever since the last instalment. Here's to hoping any of you still remember this little "experiment", and that this new chapter doesn't disappoint. Thank you for sticking with me if you did! :)

Title: Running the Banner Down
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairings: past-Finchel, Klaine (mentioned), Finn/OC, Kinn (eventually)
Spoilers: Everything up to the current hiatus. It's set after the end of season 3, anyway.
Summary: When you try your best, but end up left behind and broken-hearted, there's only one way not to end up a Lima loser: get the hell out of town.
Credit: beta'd by [livejournal.com profile] epanaphoric

First Chapter

She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes, telling me no lies
Knocking me out with those American thighs.

(You Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC)

The diner Kayla took him to was a very simple building with an interior that Kurt would probably have described as ‘kitsch’ (Finn wasn’t sure what that meant, but judging from the way Kurt’s nose crinkled when he said it, it wasn’t a compliment.)

They sat down at one of the booths and managed, after some effort, to flag down a bored-looking waitress. Finn had been studying the menu intently, biting his lip as he tried to gauge how much he could spend on food but… screw it. He had just run away, he could celebrate a little. Besides, he was hungry. Way hungry. His stomach rumbled with lustful satisfaction as the steaming plate of bacon, eggs, french toast and hash browns was laid before him.

“So,” Kayla asked through a mouthful of blueberry pancakes, “what’s your story?”

“Uh? My—oh.” Finn inhaled a particularly tasty piece of bacon. “It’s… nothing glamorous, actually. I just didn’t feel like I belonged back there anymore.”

“Back there, where?” she retorted, propping her chin on her hands interestedly.

“Oh, just… just back home.” Finn dropped his eyes, doing his best impression of a casual, no-past-history stranger. He could hear Puck’s voice in the back of his head:  Oh, c’mon! Seriously? You’re gonna let the first random chick smoke you out?     

“That’s not an answer, homeboy; I asked nicely. What’s your story?”

“What makes you think I have one?” he said, defensive, and was surprised when she actually seemed to consider that for a moment, pensive eyes and puckered lips.

“You look like you’ve got a story,” she eventually replied. After years of knowing Brittany, that actually seemed like sound logic to Finn, so he rolled with it.

“Okay, fine. I’m from Ohio, and I only just graduated--” Shit! Should’ve said I was older. “—And… everyone had these big plans, and… and I didn’t really have any. Well, I had one, I guess. I hoped I’d be recruited for Ohio State, but that wasn’t a plan. More like, a crazy idea.” For a moment, Finn was taken aback by the sharp edge of disillusionment in his own voice.

“Don’t feel bad,” Kayla said, reaching forward to pat his hand lightly. “I mean, Ohio State. You’d have to be like, the best of the best, right?”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” he scowled, poking at his french toast morosely.

“Sorry,” she added, squeezing his hand. Hers was small but warm, and oddly comforting, like her weird frankness. “But I mean, is that all there is to it? Didn’t get your football scholarship, and you jumped town?”

Well. It didn’t sound very cool when put like that.

“That’s not all. It’s… complicated,” he said, the words pitifully cliched to his own ears.

Kayla sighed, nodding sagely.

“So. What was her name?”

“Wait, how—how did you know there’s a her?” He’d honestly thought only Rachel and Kurt were capable of doing that crazy mind-reading thing.

She shrugged. “There’s always a ‘her’. Unless there’s a ‘him’.”

Finn opened and closed his mouth a few times in outrage. He was just about to reply that he didn’t feel like talking about it, when he realised that-- in fact, he kinda did want to talk about it.

He hadn’t been able to unload, not back home—Puck and Mike were great bros, but the chances of having a, a—ladychat, his mind helpfully supplied – with them were practically non-existent. Sam, maybe, but he’d been hell-bent on winning Mercedes back all semester.

As for his actual “bro”, he was way too close to Rachel to make for a good confidante; not to mention, Finn didn’t like the idea of raining all over their New York parade and prove himself even more of a ball-and-chain than he already was.

He took a deep breath and exhaled. “Rachel,” he said, his eyes dropping to the cheap formica table. “She’s… great, really. Beautiful, talented… she, she’s just, y’know… larger than life. And she—she needed someone larger than life, I guess.” He shrugged a little, his fingers mindlessly shredding the paper napkin he’d been playing with. “I don’t know how to be that.”

He raised his eyes briefly, expecting to be either mocked or comforted, but only met a pair of questioning eyebrows.

“I’m gonna need a little more detail than that, Tall’n’brooding. I mean, I hardly know you, I can’t judge based on that.” The sarcasm in her voice was belied by another kind hand-pat as she stuffed another bite of pancake in her mouth.

Finn blinked. “Oh. I mean… well, she’s a really great singer. Like really great. Broadway great. And that’s where she’s heading right now. I mean, not Broadway-Broadway, but she’s gonna go to New York. She got accepted into NYADA.”

Kayla’s face scrunched up in bewilderment. “That sounds like a brand of cat food.”

“It’s a college! ”Finn spluttered a little, but couldn’t hold back a half-laugh. He was so used to NYADA being painted as the eighth wonder of the world, that the thought someone wasn’t awed by it and wasn’t even aware of its existence hadn’t even occurred to him. The notion was… weirdly refreshing.

“It’s the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts,” he explained regardless. “It’s a great school, basically only second to Julliard. And it’s in New York.”

“Is it now? Well, picture me amazed!” she drawled, causing Finn to blush and pick at his napkin some more.  “So why aren’t you going with her?”

“I’m not that good a singer. I was already barely good enough for the local glee club, so… I’m not meant for the big scene.”

“You were in a glee club?” Kayla’s face lit up with enthusiasm. “Can you play an instrument?”

“Well, yes! I’m--”

“Ooh, can you play guitar?”

“I—no, I’m… I’m a drummer.”

“Oh,” she sighed, quickly deflating. “Too bad. Guitarists are really cool,” she went on to say in a dreamy voice.

Finn rolled his eyes inwardly. Alright, so Puck was right, guitars did land you more chicks. He probably should have listened.

“Ah, well. Water under the bridge. But hey, if you were in a glee club you can’t be all that bad, right?”

“I’m not!” Finn replied quickly. “I didn’t say I was bad, I’m just… not good, either.”

And that was the crux—his life in a nutshell. Inside him a dam seemed to break painfully, the words flooding out before he’d meant them to.

“A couple years ago, I was like, this cool dude. Got along with everyone, you know? Except then I joined Glee and started really thinking about stuff and it turned out that… I didn’t really like myself. I thought that football and chicks were the only important things in life, but then everything started changing. And you know, for the first time I was really happy about everything, even with all the troubles we had, only… things kinda went to hell in my last year. I didn’t…” he paused, lost for words, and sipped at his coffee, letting the hot liquid scald his dry lips.

“I realised I had no idea where I was going, or what I was going to do once I got there. And everyone else had their, y’know, their vision to follow and I had nothing. I didn’t want to disappoint anyone, but then it turned out there was… no one to disappoint. My mom more or less gave up on me ever going to college, and it seems no one else had ever even considered it. Not that I have any reason to want to go, I’m not like, smart or anything, but… I just didn’t want to be a homestuck loser, you know? It would have been nice if I could climb my way outta there. But…” he spread his hands helplessly. “That’s that.”

He looked up again and was met with Kayla scrunching her button nose in disapproval. “That’s that? What about your girlfriend? You sound like you were in love.”

“She—we were! Only, she and I, um. I guess we were too different in the end. We… broke up.”

“When you say ‘we broke up’, you mean she left you?”

No! We just—it was an agreement.”

“Look, sweetheart. I don’t really understand shit about love, but ‘mutual agreement’ don’t look like you look.”

He licked his lips. “Okay, fine, she—was more agreed on it than I was.” His pride faded away as he spoke those words, leaving a dull throb in his chest. “She broke up with me on graduation night.”

Kayla whistled. “I kinda want to call her a bitch, but you look like the sort of guy who’d have a problem with that.”

And he was, even if part of him really wanted to give in to the bitterness. It was just that being mad at Rachel didn’t feel any better than being mad at himself.

“It’s just… who she is, y’know? Has to find the drama in everything. She sang me a song, too.”

“Did she, now?”

Goodbye, by Air Supply. They were like, my favourite band, and now I can’t even listen to them anymore.”

The silence felt loaded, although Finn couldn’t tell whether Kayla felt sorry for him or was just judging his taste in music.

“I guess I… didn’t want to notice,” he said, feeling like he should somehow excuse himself for being so naïve, so misguided, so… pathetic. “She kept acting like everything was fine, like we’d go off in the sunset together, but all along she must’ve known--” his voice cracked.

“She always knew she was going to leave Ohio. That was never a question. Whether I followed or not was a… side issue.” The words made his mouth twist, like swallowing something sour. “And yeah, she—she said she believed in me, but I think it was out of pity more than anything else. She—once she… nevermind.”

“You can tell me.”

“Why do you even care?”

“Hey, I spend all friggin’ year at a stupid gas station in Indiana. I can always use some more stories.”

“This one time, we—we were gonna sleep together, and she’d never—and it was a big deal to me, but she was going to go ahead and do it just to… look more grown-up or something. And then when we did it, it was like… it was special, but she went through with it to make me feel special, and—I should have known back then. That it was always going to be that way. She was always going to have to lend me some of her shine so I would be enough for her. That’s… I don’t think that’s right.”

“Doesn’t really feel like it, no. Not for her, but… not for you either. You should be with someone who thinks you’re special all on your own.”

Finn smiled wanly, not much conviction in it, and she must have seen, because she leaned forward to give his hand a brief squeeze.

“I mean it. You’re an alright fellow, Finn. I’m sure Rache could have done much, much worse.”

“What about you? Aren’t you going to college?” he asked, raising his eyes to hers curiously.

“Ain’t got the brains, ain’t got the money,” she replied chipperly. “It’s not for me, really. I barely made it out of high school. I didn’t do bad, you know? Just… I couldn’t be bothered with it,” she shrugged, with a pretty smile. “Big, wordy books bore me.”

“Sounds fair. And what about… you know. Do you have… someone?”

“Nah. I meet ‘em and wave ‘em bye. Though, there was this… one guy. Couple years ago.”


“Blond, sorta skinny, name of David. Handsome green eyes. He and his family were staying in town for a while in the summer, and we kinda hooked up for a month. When he left, we said we’d keep in touch, but… y’know how things go. I wrote him once, but…” she shrugged helplessly.

“I’m sorry. What a jerk.”

“It’s cool. It wasn’t gonna go anywhere.”

“Doesn’t make it hurt any less though, does it?”

“Nope. Not really.”

They exchanged another tiny, mirthless smile, and Finn supposed that was the moment they began the transition from ‘complete strangers’ to ‘kinda-maybe friends’. They kept talking as they cleared their plates, then sat drinking their coffee in comfortable silence. (Which was totally cool, since his mom hardly ever let him have any, and he could totally handle it. He was of age and all.)

After they’d finished their coffee, Kayla turned to him and offered to show him the sights.

“I thought you said it was all desert around here?”

“Well, yeah. I’ll show you the sights of the desert.”

It seemed a good idea as any, really. They got into her ramshackle pick-up and drove around for the remainder of the day, aimlessly listening to country rock. When the sun set, they were parked near some of those freaky modern windmills. It should have been the perfect make-out scenario, but instead they were sitting on the hood of the car, watching the windmill sails spin slowly in the light breeze.

After a particularly long stretch of silence, Finn swallowed and spoke to the cooling air. “So what do you people do for fun on a night out?”

“There’s no ‘us people’,” she replied scornfully. “Just me and whoever happens to be in town for the summer. We hang out, sometimes. Go to the movies if anything not overly lame is showing in the one cinema we have. There’s a cowboy dig about a mile from here, lots of beer, lots of music. Loud music. It’s not really fun unless you dance.”

She was quiet for a short while, and when she spoke next her voice was subdued, different.

“If I had a guy, I’d sure love me some dancing now and then.”

Her unhappiness was suddenly tangible, as real as the breeze, and it made Finn’s head spin a little, his heart constrict.

“I’d love to see that cowboy place. Uh, for the beer at least?”

The brightness of her smile was blinding, and it reminded him of a boy who’d once been happy to be paired with him to sing ballads; but that was a long time ago, and the boy was far away.


They walked into the bar to a mayhem of checkered shirts, leather boots and violins being sawed away at. Someone practically assaulted them in order to place cheap cowboy hats on their heads, which made Finn laugh, perhaps for the first time since he’d left home. They elbowed their way to the bar, screaming orders that went unheard (not that it mattered, since they only seemed to serve one kind of beer anyway).

A little into his second beer, Finn realised he really liked the place. People were loud and sweaty, but smiling and enthusiastic, and the warm weight of Kayla against his arm was a comforting security blanket in the excitement of being all alone in a country dive, drinking alcohol that he was so not legally entitled to.

Suddenly, the frantic hoedown that had been playing died out, replaced by the first chords of a painfully sappy ballad.

You fill up my senses, like a night in a forest. Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain.

He was busy snorting into his glass when he felt Kayla tugging at his other wrist.

“Let’s dance!” she suggested euphorically, face turned longingly towards the couples filling the dancefloor.

“Seriously? But that song’s totally lame--”

She turned around to face him, her expression almost oddly hurt, and for one second, instead of a quirky, in-your-face Indiana chick, she looked like a fifteen year old girl at her first dance.

“—Uh, if you’re not into the Denver. I love that ‘mountain mama’ song. Mind?” he offered his hand, smiling when she took it with a beam.

“Now, you should probably know I suck at dancing. Like really suck. I mean, it’s--”

“It’s a slow song, doofus. Just stand and sway,” she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck, and it was… nice. Nice to be held again by a girl like that, but without Quinn’s coldness, or Rachel’s near-crazy intensity. Maybe that was why he hadn’t really enjoyed slow dancing?

(Except for that one time with Kurt, at their parents’ wedding. That had been nice, also. The warm pressure of Kurt’s hand and the way his eyes had sparkled up at him. Only that was different, right? Because Kurt was a dude. But then, Finn found it hard to believe that he’d used to have a problem with doing things like that. Not when Kurt looked so happy, the smile on his face as adoring as it used to be in sophomore year, when—but that was probably all in his mind.)

They danced to that Denver song, and the next one. Then there was more beer, and more songs, and more dancing, and by the time they left the bar, all thoughts of his doe-eyed stepbrother had disappeared in the nighttime Indiana air.


All in all, it was lucky that Kayla hadn’t drunk nearly as much as him, so she had no problem getting behind the wheel and driving them to her place. But then, Finn reflected, he hadn’t exactly had a huge amount either; it was more the unfamiliar taste of freedom that was making him feel lightheaded and dizzy.

Kayla, it turned out, lived on her own, in a small two-room apartment in a motel owned by her grandfather. As she was parking the car, Finn rummaged in his pockets, closing his eyes and flopping back against the seat a moment later. “Shit. My ID, all my—my stuff is in my car. Back at the gas station.”

She considered this for a moment, head cocked.

“It’s all right. You can crash with me.”

“What? No, I—I can’t, I mean, I can totally get a room, it’s only--”

“Relax, it’s not a problem! Besides my grandpa’ll probably kill ya if you wake him up now.”

That, more than anything, gave Finn pause. He thought about protesting again, but as he was watching Kayla sashay to her door, keys in hand, from somewhere deep inside his mind, Puck’s voice sneered at him,  Are you a jackass? No. Not this time, he wouldn’t be. He set his jaw and, stumbling over his feet a little, he followed her retreating shape.

The suite was small but nicely furnished, and – much like the rest of the motel – smelled a little like someone had been cooking quesadillas in the main courtyard. There was also a faint whiff of something Finn recognised from having smelled it on Santana once or twice.

“Is this… cigar smoke?”

“Yep. Grandpa’s pretty addicted, so when he comes to check on me…” she laughed. “Sorry.” She kicked her shoes off, pouring herself a glass of water, and Finn found himself watching the motions of her throat.

Clearing his own throat in turn, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking around. “Um, so…”

She wasn’t paying attention to him, stripping her t-shirt off carelessly and leaving it on the back of a chair before making her way towards the bedroom. In spite of suddenly feeling very warm, Finn decided to make another attempt.

“I can sleep on the couch, no problem. It looks way more comfortable than my car seat, and back before my mom and I moved houses I had this bed that was like way too short for me, right, and--”

Still on the threshold, she turned around, breaking into his rambling with a coy smile. “My bed’s kinda big.”

Finn blinked, because even being as naïve as he was, he could tell what that sounded like… he just wasn’t sure it meant what it sounded like. Even with the dancing, and the open-hearted talks, this was pretty damn sudden. And then again, he thought caustically, not as sudden as a schoolmate deciding to sleep with you to gain status. 

“Um, I—I mean, it’s… that’s your room, I can’t just, y’know, barge in and stuff?”

She smiled and walked to him, slowly. “Consider yourself a guest upon special invitation,” she said, before standing up on tiptoe and kissing him, deep and messy and wow, he was totally getting laid tonight.

It was uncanny and surprising and kind of really awesome and sorta totally weird, and it… it wasn’t what he usually did—who he was.

But then, if he’d had any idea who he was, he would still be in Lima, instead of a dimly-lit motel apartment that smelled like smoke and Mexican food. And yes, he was still grieving over the tragic demise of Finchel, as it were, and probably getting close to someone wasn’t the best idea, but dude. Kayla was hot, and nice to him, and why couldn’t he get someone who actually liked him?

Kayla clearly knew her way around things, but Finn didn’t know how to deal with that, never had, back with Santana either. His hands were gentle as they followed the curves of her body. He knew the motions well enough, but something still felt strange and foreign. At least he’d known Santana, sharp tongue and all.

Still kissing, they moved towards the bed as if pulled by invisible, taunting strings. She sat him down and er small hands cupped his face, pulling him  forward to rest between the swells of her breasts, and he exhaled, shaky and hot, his throat sandpaper-rough.

Wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her onto the bed was easy—she was small, light, barely present in his embrace like Rachel had been—

Don’t think about her.

Maybe it was because of the associations, but there was a strange, bittersweet ache in this, making his heart throb and his breath catch. Still his body didn’t miss a beat, crawling on the bed after her, hands fumbling at his belt as Kayla tugged at his worn t-shirt.

(There was a moment of blind, staggering panic when he found himself – somehow – almost naked above her, but she just smiled and slipped a hand into his briefs and that was all the grace he could have hoped for, really.)

They didn’t speak; there was no need to. He wouldn’t have known what to say anyway. Kayla’s body arched into his like a rising tide, warm and buttery-soft under his hands, her legs falling open easily as their mouths slid against the other’s, slick-wet heat and thrillingly unknown texture.

She pressed a condom into his hand and he ripped the package open with shaking fingers, anxiety almost making itself heard through the layers of arousal and tipsiness and just utter blown-mind-ness. She, however, had all the sureness he lacked, firm little body pinned underneath his sprawling one.

(For a moment he almost resented that, her diminutive size, just like he had with Rachel—he was always so petrified of making the wrong move and just crushing something, but when he’d voiced that concern to Puck and Sam he’d only gotten weird looks in return.)

Their coming together was a little awkward at first, their unacquainted bodies taking a while to fall into sync, but when they did, it was good—for him, if nothing else—heat and friction and closeness and slightly frantic motions taking them to the edge. He finished before she did, but used his fingers after he pulled out, and he could tell from the moan she released against his neck and the blush that spread on her chest she’d got there, too.

When they disentangled, he wondered what was to come; if she’d ask him to go sleep on the couch or just plain kick him out or ask him to go buy a late-night burger. Or maybe, he wondered with a mixture of longing and panic, she’d nestle into his side and make pillow-talk?

She did none of those things, though. Instead, she kissed his cheek and turned on her side, asleep in a matter of seconds. Finn was not sure for how long he watched her before succumbing to sleep – his mind filled with half-formed thoughts and white noise – but it felt like a significantly longer time.


Kurt wasn’t sure how many times he’d reread that painful, irritating, simple text. A lot, for sure.

That didn’t stop him from firing up his cell phone every ten minutes and reading it all over again:

Hey Kurt. I know u’re probably mad at me for just leaving but I’m ok & there’s nothing 2 worry about. Just need 2 be on my own. Pls try 2 get mom not to worry either. I’ll be fine, promise. Good luck in NY.:]

His heart squeezed up again, torn between anger, panic and guilt, as it did with each re-read.

Just the one text. Just those few, cursory words shot off from God-knew-where at some point in the morning, and then nothing.


Finn could be anywhere. Could have been attacked, assaulted, kidnapped or otherwise harmed by anyone. Anything could have happened to him.

(Mercedes insisted that was an overly dramatic interpretation of events, but Kurt was unable to interpret things without adding a little flair. Perhaps he’d just been spending too much time around Rachel.)

How could he just leave like that? The jackass, Kurt thought, feeling resentment bubble up hotly inside him, doesn’t he have a heart? Carole had been—well, upset was an understatement. She wasn’t usually a paranoid mother, but seeing her son disappear into nowhere after having lost his father so tragically… it was a blow.

She and Burt had been driving around town the whole day, asking everyone if they’d seen or heard anything from Finn. Kurt had been on the phone all day, trying to get information out of anyone in Glee club who might know – he’d been sure Puck might be in on it, but as it turned out, in spite of being rather proud of Finn’s sudden shenanigan, he came up blank.

Kurt hit the ‘call’ button on his phone and waited, his hopes very much low, and yet still listening intently.

No answer.

He was tempted to chuck his phone across the room, but he knew just how much it cost, so refrained at the last moment. He got up, pacing nervously; when he passed by his desk, he kicked the chair viciously, then cursed at himself.

Of course, even abusing furniture had to remind him of stupid Finn.

His father had tried to calm them down, telling Carole that boys Finn’s age were hot-headed and temperamental, and he’d probably be back before the week was over. Kurt willed himself to believe those words, putting on an even, reassuring smile for his stepmother’s sake.

However, there was something off with all this. Finn was temperamental, yes, but when he was feeling angry, he kicked chairs. Or punched people. Sometimes even yelled and called them near-unforgivable words, he thought bitterly. But he didn’t just… skip town over nothing. He would never do that, not to the people who cared about him…

…unless he was convinced that nobody cared about him, of course.

Kurt tried to remember if he’d done anything that could be construed in that way, but came up blank. In fact, he came up blank whenever he tried to remember any sort of activity he’d shared with Finn in the last couple months, besides family time.

Brushing those thoughts away, he climbed into his bed, iPhone carefully plugged in and turned on, just in case.

He thought that, just this once, he wouldn’t mind being woken up at 3 in the morning.

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: You and I - Lady Gaga
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[identity profile] aoitsukikage.livejournal.com on January 17th, 2012 09:00 pm (UTC)
Aw, Kurt at the end ;_____; I think it's definitely good that Finn's getting experience that's not what he's used to, because even in canon I want to see him branch out of the Lima dating pool.

I mean, we all know he belongs with Kurt in the end, but still xP
[identity profile] starsandgutters.livejournal.com on January 18th, 2012 08:24 pm (UTC)
Yesss, Kurt worries. A lot. That's just in his nature... and he cares about Finn in a very ~special~ way. ;)

I know! For some reason, it comes easier to me to ship Finn with other people than it is with Kurt. Maybe because Kurt has always known what he wanted in a relationship (i.e. Finn, who he's always been in love with) whereas Finn has mostly blundered from one dysfunctional relationship to another. I just want him to find himself a little.

And hey, if I can make it even a little believable, that's good. I actually had my beta tell me that she ships Finn/Kayla now.:P
[identity profile] nickershnick25.livejournal.com on January 18th, 2012 02:19 am (UTC)
Yay! I'm so glad that you are continuing this. I just love Finn in this story and can't wait to see what he gets up to next :D
[identity profile] starsandgutters.livejournal.com on January 18th, 2012 08:26 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you! I do have fun writing this precious boy. :D

Oh, what won't he get up next~ mwahaha.
Jaime[identity profile] snoopypez.livejournal.com on January 18th, 2012 09:34 am (UTC)

..I haven't actually read it yet. But I wanted to let you know that someone WAS looking forward to more and such. :D
[identity profile] starsandgutters.livejournal.com on January 18th, 2012 08:29 pm (UTC)

I'll eagerly wait for your feedback. <3
[identity profile] daisy70.livejournal.com on January 19th, 2012 03:06 am (UTC)
This was another very interesting chapter.I'm looking forward to the next part.:)
[identity profile] starsandgutters.livejournal.com on January 19th, 2012 10:15 am (UTC)
Thanks for reading!
Jaime: glee | angstangstangst[identity profile] snoopypez.livejournal.com on January 25th, 2012 10:45 pm (UTC)
Oh, Finn. Basically everything he was saying, I identify with. I mean, minus the being dumped by a crazy girlfriend on graduation and stuff. ;P

I'm glad he got laid out of it, though. ;D

Also, AWWWW, Kurt.

I am still loving this story!!
[identity profile] starsandgutters.livejournal.com on January 26th, 2012 08:34 am (UTC)
Oh, honey, me too. Maybe that's why I feel for him so much?

Teheheh. Yess, Finn getting laid is an enjoyable thing. I blame Cory's hotness.


Glad you like! :D
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