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Fic - Just What I Need - Chapter 3 - Say What You Want
Title: Just What I Need, chapter 3 - Say What You Want
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Finn/Blaine
Rating: PG for this chapter, overall NC-17
Synopsis: At Rachel's party, Blaine starts hitting on Finn who's surprised to realize he really likes it.
Fill for this prompt
The chapter title is from Mika's Grace Kelly, and the chapter is inspired by those lyrics:
Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want
Chapter 1 is here.
Chapter 2 is here.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
Finn had let his guard down. He’d answered the phone without checking the caller ID, and now he was stuck, having to answer to Blaine. He’d have to think quick.
“I’m not avoiding you,” he replied, trying to buy some time to find a good excuse.
“Then meet me at the Lima Bean in half an hour,” Blaine said before hanging up.
Finn thought about it. If he ignored him and stayed at home, it would be like admitting he indeed was avoiding Blaine. If he went, he’d have to confront him in a public place. He couldn’t decide if it was better: he was most likely to control his urges in a public place, but on the other hand, they risked being overheard.
With a sigh, he put on his jacket and headed to his car.
He got there before Blaine and chose a table near the back, where they were less at risk of meeting someone they knew.
Dammit, why couldn’t Blaine choose a coffee shop that wasn’t filled with McKinley and Dalton students?
Blaine arrived shortly after, putting two medium drips on the table and sitting down in front of Finn.
“So,” he said without even saying hi. “Why are you avoiding me?”
“Like I said, I’m not – “
“Cut the bullshit, Finn.”
Finn stopped talking immediately. He’d never heard Blaine using such language and it was a little freaky.
“You’re not answering or returning my calls, my texts or my facebook messages. You manage to be out of the house every time I come around, and when I do find you, you pretend you don’t see me.”
“I – uh – “
“I’m not finished. You also are back with Quinn, if her facebook relationship status and Mercedes’s gossips are right. What does all of this mean?”
Finn honestly didn’t know what to say. Blaine looked scary like this – scary, but hurt. And he obviously waited for Finn’s answer. Quick, he had to think of something.
“I – I realized she’s the one I love.”
“Please, Finn. Not to me.” Blaine still looked hurt, but he mostly looked like he didn’t believe a word of what Finn said.
“You “realize you love Quinn” at least twice a year, usually when your other relationships don’t quite work out the way you want them to. It’s not fair, neither to her nor to you.”
It was Finn’s turn to be hurt, but he realized he probably deserved it. He also realized how well Blaine really knew him, and it was quite touching, but also a bit unnerving.
Blaine wasn’t finished. Looking deep into Finn’s eyes – it almost felt like he could see right into Finn’s soul, and maybe it was why he knew him that much – he said:
“And it’s not fair to me either.”
“You? What do you – “
“We slept together, Finn. There was something between us – a deep connection, I know you felt it too. We said we would take it slow, but that doesn’t mean avoiding me or, “Blaine voice broke as he went on, “going back with your ex.”
Finn couldn’t find words to justify himself. He knew he had hurt Blaine, and he didn’t know what to say to make it okay again.
“I – I wanted to know if it was just a phase, the – the gay stuff.”
Blaine looked unimpressed.
“In other words, you panicked and wanted to know if you still liked boobs,” he said, more to his cup of coffee than to Finn. “You know, you can say what you want to satisfy yourself, to convince yourself that you don’t have feelings for a guy, but you can’t want someone just because everyone else says you should.”
“Blaine, I – “ He didn’t even know what he’d started to say, he didn’t know what he should say, so he just looked away and took a sip of his almost cold coffee.
“Finn, I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I just know what I feel, and what you told me you felt, that night.”
His face in his hands, unable to look at Finn any longer, Blaine looked absolutely broken. Finn would have given anything to fix this whole thing. He remembered how happy Blaine had looked that night, when they decided to be together, and he knew he wanted to have that back, even if it meant losing everything else.
He took Blaine’s hands in his own, making him look up.
“Blaine, I am so, so sorry. I don’t know how I could apologize for what I’ve done – you’re the one who’s good with words,” he added with a smile. “I panicked, like you said. I was worried about how people would react, so I tried to convince myself I was still straight, I tried to go back with Quinn, but you know what? Fuck them. We don’t need anybody else.”
Blaine’s face lit up. “Seriously?”
Finn nodded. “I still don’t know if I’m gay, though. Chicks still turn me on, and dudes don’t. Other than you, I mean,” he added when Blaine chuckled.
“Maybe you’re pansexual. And before you ask, no it has nothing to do with kitchen pans. Pan means all, which means you’re attracted to people regardless of their gender.”
Finn thought about it for a while, sipping his coffee. Finally, he nodded enthusiastically.
“Yeah, I like that. What’s the word again?”
“Pansexual,” Blaine repeated.
“Perfect.” Finn was finally satisfied. It felt so good to know what he was, at last. Plus, if there was a name for it, there was bound to be more people like him, right?
Blaine grinned, interrupting Finn’s thoughts.
“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you,” he said, sighing happily.
“It was so hard not calling you, it hurt so much.”
“There’s nobody home at my place. Maybe we could… catch up?” Blaine suggested with a look that could have made Finn melt on the spot.
“I hate to refuse an offer like this, but there are two things we need to do first. And we’re lucky, look who’s here.”
Blaine turned around to see Kurt entering the coffee shop. Having not seen them yet, he went straight to the counter to order.
Blaine’s eyes widened.
“You mean – “
“He’s gonna have to know sooner or later. Better from us than by some gossip, right?”
“You sure you wanna do this?”
“Absolutely,” Finn answered before standing up to make his way toward Kurt.
“Hey, Kurt,” he said, tapping him on the shoulder so he’d turn around.
“Oh, hello, Finn. What brings you here?”
“Blaine and I need to talk to you,” he replied, pointing to the table where Blaine was sitting, looking obviously nervous.
Kurt looked puzzled, but he still nodded.
“Alright, I’ll join you as soon as my order is ready.”
Finn went back to the table, feeling more nervous by the minute. His courage and his determination to make things right were quickly melting away, and he dreaded the moment when he’d have to talk.
Kurt finally sat down in front of them, clutching a mug on top of which was towering a mountain of whipped cream, cinnamon, and chocolate sprinkles.
“What’s going on?” he asked, breaking the awkward silence. “You guys look like someone died. Oh god,” he exclaimed, his eyes widening. “Is Dad okay? Is he – “
“Burt is okay,” Finn said quickly.
“Nobody died,” Blaine added.
“But Blaine and I, um – “ Finn looked at Blaine to get some courage. “We’re together,” he finally said, letting out a deep breath.
Kurt looked confused. “As in…?”
“As in, we like each other and we’re going out together,” Blaine explained.
“But – but Finn, you’re not – “ Kurt said desperately, not even able to finish his sentence.
“I think I’m pansexual,” Finn replied, proud that he’d remembered the word.
“We fully understand if you hate us,” Blaine said.
“Except we’d rather you don’t,” Finn added, earning himself to be elbowed in the ribs by Blaine.
Kurt just looked overwhelmed.
“I don’t – I don’t even know what to say,” he managed to let out.
“Are you mad at us?” Finn asked bluntly.
“No – no, I don’t think so. I mean, I don’t have feelings for either of you anymore, so I guess I’m happy if you both are. It’s just a shock, is all.”
Finn looked overjoyed.
“Thanks, dude,” he said, pulling Kurt in an awkward bear hug.
“Yeah, it means a lot to us,” Blaine added.
“Don’t mention it,” Kurt said, patting Finn’s back so he’d let go of him.
As soon as Finn pulled back, Kurt stood up.
“So, I’ll let you two lovebirds alone, and, I guess, um, congrats?”
“Thanks, Kurt,” Blaine said with a sincere smile.
“Yeah, thanks again, man.” Finn went for another hug, but Kurt was too fast for him and avoided it.
“So, that went well,” Blaine commented after Kurt left.
“Yep, it did.” Finn leaned over the table to give him a quick peck on the cheek.
Blaine looked surprised.
“You – you’re ready to go public?”
“Now that Kurt knows, and that I know what I am – you know, if people ask – I don’t know why we should keep it a secret.”
“Are you sure you can handle it? The bullying, the hate, the same that drove Kurt out of McKinley?”
“To be with you, anytime,” Finn said confidently.
Blaine looked ecstatic.
“So what do you say we go back to my place to celebrate?
“Again, tempting, but there’s still one thing we need to do before that,” he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and dialing a number.
“Hey, it’s Finn. Do you think you can meet me at the Lima Bean?”
Chapter 3, part 2 is here.
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Finn/Blaine
Rating: PG for this chapter, overall NC-17
Synopsis: At Rachel's party, Blaine starts hitting on Finn who's surprised to realize he really likes it.
Fill for this prompt
The chapter title is from Mika's Grace Kelly, and the chapter is inspired by those lyrics:
Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want
Chapter 1 is here.
Chapter 2 is here.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
Finn had let his guard down. He’d answered the phone without checking the caller ID, and now he was stuck, having to answer to Blaine. He’d have to think quick.
“I’m not avoiding you,” he replied, trying to buy some time to find a good excuse.
“Then meet me at the Lima Bean in half an hour,” Blaine said before hanging up.
Finn thought about it. If he ignored him and stayed at home, it would be like admitting he indeed was avoiding Blaine. If he went, he’d have to confront him in a public place. He couldn’t decide if it was better: he was most likely to control his urges in a public place, but on the other hand, they risked being overheard.
With a sigh, he put on his jacket and headed to his car.
He got there before Blaine and chose a table near the back, where they were less at risk of meeting someone they knew.
Dammit, why couldn’t Blaine choose a coffee shop that wasn’t filled with McKinley and Dalton students?
Blaine arrived shortly after, putting two medium drips on the table and sitting down in front of Finn.
“So,” he said without even saying hi. “Why are you avoiding me?”
“Like I said, I’m not – “
“Cut the bullshit, Finn.”
Finn stopped talking immediately. He’d never heard Blaine using such language and it was a little freaky.
“You’re not answering or returning my calls, my texts or my facebook messages. You manage to be out of the house every time I come around, and when I do find you, you pretend you don’t see me.”
“I – uh – “
“I’m not finished. You also are back with Quinn, if her facebook relationship status and Mercedes’s gossips are right. What does all of this mean?”
Finn honestly didn’t know what to say. Blaine looked scary like this – scary, but hurt. And he obviously waited for Finn’s answer. Quick, he had to think of something.
“I – I realized she’s the one I love.”
“Please, Finn. Not to me.” Blaine still looked hurt, but he mostly looked like he didn’t believe a word of what Finn said.
“You “realize you love Quinn” at least twice a year, usually when your other relationships don’t quite work out the way you want them to. It’s not fair, neither to her nor to you.”
It was Finn’s turn to be hurt, but he realized he probably deserved it. He also realized how well Blaine really knew him, and it was quite touching, but also a bit unnerving.
Blaine wasn’t finished. Looking deep into Finn’s eyes – it almost felt like he could see right into Finn’s soul, and maybe it was why he knew him that much – he said:
“And it’s not fair to me either.”
“You? What do you – “
“We slept together, Finn. There was something between us – a deep connection, I know you felt it too. We said we would take it slow, but that doesn’t mean avoiding me or, “Blaine voice broke as he went on, “going back with your ex.”
Finn couldn’t find words to justify himself. He knew he had hurt Blaine, and he didn’t know what to say to make it okay again.
“I – I wanted to know if it was just a phase, the – the gay stuff.”
Blaine looked unimpressed.
“In other words, you panicked and wanted to know if you still liked boobs,” he said, more to his cup of coffee than to Finn. “You know, you can say what you want to satisfy yourself, to convince yourself that you don’t have feelings for a guy, but you can’t want someone just because everyone else says you should.”
“Blaine, I – “ He didn’t even know what he’d started to say, he didn’t know what he should say, so he just looked away and took a sip of his almost cold coffee.
“Finn, I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I just know what I feel, and what you told me you felt, that night.”
His face in his hands, unable to look at Finn any longer, Blaine looked absolutely broken. Finn would have given anything to fix this whole thing. He remembered how happy Blaine had looked that night, when they decided to be together, and he knew he wanted to have that back, even if it meant losing everything else.
He took Blaine’s hands in his own, making him look up.
“Blaine, I am so, so sorry. I don’t know how I could apologize for what I’ve done – you’re the one who’s good with words,” he added with a smile. “I panicked, like you said. I was worried about how people would react, so I tried to convince myself I was still straight, I tried to go back with Quinn, but you know what? Fuck them. We don’t need anybody else.”
Blaine’s face lit up. “Seriously?”
Finn nodded. “I still don’t know if I’m gay, though. Chicks still turn me on, and dudes don’t. Other than you, I mean,” he added when Blaine chuckled.
“Maybe you’re pansexual. And before you ask, no it has nothing to do with kitchen pans. Pan means all, which means you’re attracted to people regardless of their gender.”
Finn thought about it for a while, sipping his coffee. Finally, he nodded enthusiastically.
“Yeah, I like that. What’s the word again?”
“Pansexual,” Blaine repeated.
“Perfect.” Finn was finally satisfied. It felt so good to know what he was, at last. Plus, if there was a name for it, there was bound to be more people like him, right?
Blaine grinned, interrupting Finn’s thoughts.
“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you,” he said, sighing happily.
“It was so hard not calling you, it hurt so much.”
“There’s nobody home at my place. Maybe we could… catch up?” Blaine suggested with a look that could have made Finn melt on the spot.
“I hate to refuse an offer like this, but there are two things we need to do first. And we’re lucky, look who’s here.”
Blaine turned around to see Kurt entering the coffee shop. Having not seen them yet, he went straight to the counter to order.
Blaine’s eyes widened.
“You mean – “
“He’s gonna have to know sooner or later. Better from us than by some gossip, right?”
“You sure you wanna do this?”
“Absolutely,” Finn answered before standing up to make his way toward Kurt.
“Hey, Kurt,” he said, tapping him on the shoulder so he’d turn around.
“Oh, hello, Finn. What brings you here?”
“Blaine and I need to talk to you,” he replied, pointing to the table where Blaine was sitting, looking obviously nervous.
Kurt looked puzzled, but he still nodded.
“Alright, I’ll join you as soon as my order is ready.”
Finn went back to the table, feeling more nervous by the minute. His courage and his determination to make things right were quickly melting away, and he dreaded the moment when he’d have to talk.
Kurt finally sat down in front of them, clutching a mug on top of which was towering a mountain of whipped cream, cinnamon, and chocolate sprinkles.
“What’s going on?” he asked, breaking the awkward silence. “You guys look like someone died. Oh god,” he exclaimed, his eyes widening. “Is Dad okay? Is he – “
“Burt is okay,” Finn said quickly.
“Nobody died,” Blaine added.
“But Blaine and I, um – “ Finn looked at Blaine to get some courage. “We’re together,” he finally said, letting out a deep breath.
Kurt looked confused. “As in…?”
“As in, we like each other and we’re going out together,” Blaine explained.
“But – but Finn, you’re not – “ Kurt said desperately, not even able to finish his sentence.
“I think I’m pansexual,” Finn replied, proud that he’d remembered the word.
“We fully understand if you hate us,” Blaine said.
“Except we’d rather you don’t,” Finn added, earning himself to be elbowed in the ribs by Blaine.
Kurt just looked overwhelmed.
“I don’t – I don’t even know what to say,” he managed to let out.
“Are you mad at us?” Finn asked bluntly.
“No – no, I don’t think so. I mean, I don’t have feelings for either of you anymore, so I guess I’m happy if you both are. It’s just a shock, is all.”
Finn looked overjoyed.
“Thanks, dude,” he said, pulling Kurt in an awkward bear hug.
“Yeah, it means a lot to us,” Blaine added.
“Don’t mention it,” Kurt said, patting Finn’s back so he’d let go of him.
As soon as Finn pulled back, Kurt stood up.
“So, I’ll let you two lovebirds alone, and, I guess, um, congrats?”
“Thanks, Kurt,” Blaine said with a sincere smile.
“Yeah, thanks again, man.” Finn went for another hug, but Kurt was too fast for him and avoided it.
“So, that went well,” Blaine commented after Kurt left.
“Yep, it did.” Finn leaned over the table to give him a quick peck on the cheek.
Blaine looked surprised.
“You – you’re ready to go public?”
“Now that Kurt knows, and that I know what I am – you know, if people ask – I don’t know why we should keep it a secret.”
“Are you sure you can handle it? The bullying, the hate, the same that drove Kurt out of McKinley?”
“To be with you, anytime,” Finn said confidently.
Blaine looked ecstatic.
“So what do you say we go back to my place to celebrate?
“Again, tempting, but there’s still one thing we need to do before that,” he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and dialing a number.
“Hey, it’s Finn. Do you think you can meet me at the Lima Bean?”
Chapter 3, part 2 is here.
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Anyways...I hope you continue this story because I wanna know what comes next and I wanna see their alone time at Blaines ;)
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And don't worry, the next part is coming soon, most of it is already written, I just need to type it and post it :D
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