fic: Dude, You're Huge! (8/?)
Title: Dude, You're Huge
Part: 8/?
Author: chordykins
Spoilers: up to Season Two, Episode Four - "Duets"
Summary: Sam deals with the aftermath of his actions.
Pairing: Finn/Sam
Rating: Rated R
Words: 1,874
A searing pain reached his head, the light forcing him to keep his eyes tightly shut, and all before he had properly even woken up. Sam pushed a hand through his hair, pulling back the long locks from his sweaty face and using his free hand to push himself from the sofa. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why Santana’s room needed to be so bright, and how the dark walls seemed to make it even worse. Her beg however was empty and neatly made, leading Sam to try and guess what time it much be for anyone to be awake. Struggling to pull his phone from the incredibly tight jeans, Sam went through the missed calls from his mom, a couple text messages - one from Puck - but nothing from Finn.
Managing to sit up right, Sam felt his stomach churn slightly but thankfully he wasn’t going to be sick but as soon as he saw those large shoes step in front of him, recognising them as Finn’s, he tossed up everything from the past 24 hours. Lifting his messy blonde head to find Finn’s disapproving face. Sam took the outstretched bucket, presumable meant for his sick if it would ever come - he was considering forcing it but now Finn was here that plan went out the window, exactly where Sam would rather be at this point.
“You look like crap.” Finn spoke firmly.
Sam groaned, letting his head fall back down into his hands. “I feel like crap.” Wondering why Finn was even at Santana, let alone helping him with the bucket, he stared at the blank expression he was being given.
“I know what happen, Sam. Santana told me.” Finn sat down on the edge of Santana’s bed, he didn’t seem angry - his voice sounded more hurt than anything. “How could you do that? To me? And with him of all people, after everything I told you about last year.”
He couldn’t answer, he couldn’t explain something he didn’t understand himself. “Finn,” The words left his mouth before he could register what he was about to say. Nothing he could ever say would make this right. “I’m sorry.”
His sore eyes flickered between Finn’s face and to the door, maybe if he just left and he could convince his mom to home school him - he would never have to see Finn again, he would never have to see that disappointed look on his face again because what hurt more than anything is that Finn wasn’t even angry. Sam was trying not to cry, pinching his eyes together as much as he could to stop the tears from coming. He watched Finn silently lean closer a little, not by much but enough for Sam to notice the bruises on his fist.
“What happened?” Sam asked, concern flooding to his face.
“Punched my car after Santana told me.” Finn answered, pulling back his hands to hide the dark marks under the sleeve of his sweater. “Don’t change the subject, tell me why.”
“I don’t know. I was angry, I was drunk, and Puck was there and he wanted it. I made a mistake, and I regret every moment of it. I’m so sorry, Finn.” Sam was pleading, would happily get down on his knees if Finn wanted. But he could see that everything he was saying meant nothing to Finn, his expression hadn’t changed. “Please, Finn, just say something. Tell me you hate me and you never want to see me again, anything.”
Sam watched Finn give a deep sigh, looking to the ground for a moment before returning to look at him. “I don’t hate you, Sam. I don’t think I ever could. I’m just so confused. We were happy, right before the party we were laughing. What happened? How did we even get here? And don’t blame the alcohol, Sam. You made your decision to do what you did.”
“I wanted to show you how it feels, to have someone you care about be with someone else. I watch you with Rachel or Quinn and I see how happy you are, how happy you were with them.” Sam could tell that this was making Finn angry, but at least he was feeling something. “And before you say it, I know! I know how fucking stupid I am for thinking that but that’s how I felt, that’s how I still feel.” Sam had raised his voice once or twice, shocking Finn a little but he didn’t care. He needed Finn to see it, to see how fucked up their relationship is because Sam couldn’t take it anymore. He could take feeling like he was going to lose him to anyone else, so he’d rather just not have him. It would hurt for a while, but eventually they’d both get over it and be better off because of it.
“I would never choose them over you. I don’t know if you noticed but I’m pretty gay, and its all for you.” Finn stood, towering over him. “Why don’t you get it? I didn’t come here to argue with you, Sam. I came to hear you out because I care about you, I don’t care what you did with Puck, I don’t even care why I just needed to see that you still cared and that we could both fix this, together. Sam, I… I fucking love you okay?”
Finn was starting to break down, and Sam felt his entire guilt flood back to him and before he could even attempt to say something he was gripping onto the bucket and emptying his bowels into it with a sickening noise. It was a good five minutes before Sam had finished, his body feeling light. Finn took the bucket with a disgusted sound, and then hoisted Sam up with his free hand.
“I’m talking you home, well my house.” Finn’s voice against his ear sounded like a speaker blasting at him, causing his head to pound extra hard for a few seconds. Sam didn’t argue, not that he could. He could barely take a step without Finn’s aid. People kept taking him to their houses when he was giving them every reason not to, he just wanted to die in his own bed where no one could see him.
It wasn’t long before Finn had thanked Santana as nicely as he could manage, Sam started saying something to her, but it was just mumbled nonsense. Finn placed him in the back of his car, laying him down and covering him in a blanket. Sam just lay there, accepting the fact that he was going to be with Finn for the day, tortured by that constant disappointed look on his face.
Finn watched as Sam roused from his sleep, tucked in the duvet. He hadn’t moved since they got to his house, he wanted to make sure Sam was going to be okay, and that he wouldn’t throw up all over his room. Thankfully his mom wasn’t home, so nothing needed explaining. The couple hours of watching Sam sleep gave Finn time to think, to figure out how he could make this work out for both of them, but it was harder than he thought it would ever be. He wanted to be with Sam, there was no doubt about it, but after the previous night it was going to take a while for him to be around him without picturing Puck’s dick in his mouth. Puck is definitely going to meet Finn’s fist, not for the first time, once school around on Monday. Drunk or no, he took advantage of Sam.
Thankfully Sam looked better, he wasn’t paler than paper anymore and he stopped throwing up so now was a good time if any to talk about things. Handing the waking boy a glass of water and a sandwich, Finn thought about what he was going to say. Turns out straight uo forgiving someone wasn’t as easy as it seemed. He wanted to, so bad, but he knew what Sam would say. He knew the blonde boy would only refuse the forgiveness because even though he was barely awake, Finn could see the guilt taking over Sam again.
“Sam. Just listen.” Finn spoke softly, seeing Sam’s flinch away from him instantly. “I don’t care what you did; I just want us to go back to how we were.”
Finn jumped up as Sam began to remove the duvet, pulling it back up and sitting next to the blonde boy with his hands on his shoulders.
“Stop, just stay please?” Finn asked. “I love you and I’m willing to forget whatever you and Puck did because of it. I just need to know you want it just as much; I need to know you want to be with me like I want to be with you. I need to know that we can both get past this. I know we rushed into things, and that’s my fault and I’m sorry - it didn’t help with any of this. Let’s just start over, and be happy. I want to be happy, with you. Just tell me you want it.”
He could feel the tears running down his face; his hands were shaking against Sam’s arms. This is the first time he had put himself out there, made himself so vulnerable to Sam’s blow. If Sam said no, Finn couldn’t take it.
“Finn, I um.” Sam’s breath was stuttering, almost matching Finn’s heart beat which he was sure Sam could probably hear. “I’m so sorry, I fucking screwed up. But… I want you. I want you more than anything, and I want to be happy with you. I want to be the person you can be happy with and I don’t care how long it takes but I am going to prove it to you. I never meant for any of this.”
Finn couldn’t help but smile, his lips spreading his cheeks before he pulled Sam into his arms and just held him. “Stop apologizing, I don’t care what you do. I just care that you’re here, with me.” His tears weren’t stopping, but now they were happy tears. Now they meant something completely different, they were for Sam. “I love you so fucking much.”
“Finn?” Mrs. Hudson stood at his bedroom door, mouth gaped open as she watched her son cradle the blond head against his shoulder.
“Shit! Mom, I ur.” Finn jumped up, wiping his face quickly. Sam was doing the same but it was no use. There was no way she didn’t hear Finn and Sam proclaiming their love for one another.
“Finn, I need to talk to you.” She didn’t sound angry, she didn’t even sound confused but that didn’t stop Finn’s heart from practically vibrating in his chest. He looked at Sam after his mom walked down the stairs, Sam wasn’t moving. This is everything Sam couldn’t handle.
“It’s going to be okay, Sam.” Finn tried to convince himself. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll be right back. It’s going to be okay I swear.” Hiding his fear as to help the blonde boy deal with his own. “I’ll be right back,” He whispered, kissing the boys forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
Part: 8/?
Author: chordykins
Spoilers: up to Season Two, Episode Four - "Duets"
Summary: Sam deals with the aftermath of his actions.
Pairing: Finn/Sam
Rating: Rated R
Words: 1,874
A searing pain reached his head, the light forcing him to keep his eyes tightly shut, and all before he had properly even woken up. Sam pushed a hand through his hair, pulling back the long locks from his sweaty face and using his free hand to push himself from the sofa. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why Santana’s room needed to be so bright, and how the dark walls seemed to make it even worse. Her beg however was empty and neatly made, leading Sam to try and guess what time it much be for anyone to be awake. Struggling to pull his phone from the incredibly tight jeans, Sam went through the missed calls from his mom, a couple text messages - one from Puck - but nothing from Finn.
Managing to sit up right, Sam felt his stomach churn slightly but thankfully he wasn’t going to be sick but as soon as he saw those large shoes step in front of him, recognising them as Finn’s, he tossed up everything from the past 24 hours. Lifting his messy blonde head to find Finn’s disapproving face. Sam took the outstretched bucket, presumable meant for his sick if it would ever come - he was considering forcing it but now Finn was here that plan went out the window, exactly where Sam would rather be at this point.
“You look like crap.” Finn spoke firmly.
Sam groaned, letting his head fall back down into his hands. “I feel like crap.” Wondering why Finn was even at Santana, let alone helping him with the bucket, he stared at the blank expression he was being given.
“I know what happen, Sam. Santana told me.” Finn sat down on the edge of Santana’s bed, he didn’t seem angry - his voice sounded more hurt than anything. “How could you do that? To me? And with him of all people, after everything I told you about last year.”
He couldn’t answer, he couldn’t explain something he didn’t understand himself. “Finn,” The words left his mouth before he could register what he was about to say. Nothing he could ever say would make this right. “I’m sorry.”
His sore eyes flickered between Finn’s face and to the door, maybe if he just left and he could convince his mom to home school him - he would never have to see Finn again, he would never have to see that disappointed look on his face again because what hurt more than anything is that Finn wasn’t even angry. Sam was trying not to cry, pinching his eyes together as much as he could to stop the tears from coming. He watched Finn silently lean closer a little, not by much but enough for Sam to notice the bruises on his fist.
“What happened?” Sam asked, concern flooding to his face.
“Punched my car after Santana told me.” Finn answered, pulling back his hands to hide the dark marks under the sleeve of his sweater. “Don’t change the subject, tell me why.”
“I don’t know. I was angry, I was drunk, and Puck was there and he wanted it. I made a mistake, and I regret every moment of it. I’m so sorry, Finn.” Sam was pleading, would happily get down on his knees if Finn wanted. But he could see that everything he was saying meant nothing to Finn, his expression hadn’t changed. “Please, Finn, just say something. Tell me you hate me and you never want to see me again, anything.”
Sam watched Finn give a deep sigh, looking to the ground for a moment before returning to look at him. “I don’t hate you, Sam. I don’t think I ever could. I’m just so confused. We were happy, right before the party we were laughing. What happened? How did we even get here? And don’t blame the alcohol, Sam. You made your decision to do what you did.”
“I wanted to show you how it feels, to have someone you care about be with someone else. I watch you with Rachel or Quinn and I see how happy you are, how happy you were with them.” Sam could tell that this was making Finn angry, but at least he was feeling something. “And before you say it, I know! I know how fucking stupid I am for thinking that but that’s how I felt, that’s how I still feel.” Sam had raised his voice once or twice, shocking Finn a little but he didn’t care. He needed Finn to see it, to see how fucked up their relationship is because Sam couldn’t take it anymore. He could take feeling like he was going to lose him to anyone else, so he’d rather just not have him. It would hurt for a while, but eventually they’d both get over it and be better off because of it.
“I would never choose them over you. I don’t know if you noticed but I’m pretty gay, and its all for you.” Finn stood, towering over him. “Why don’t you get it? I didn’t come here to argue with you, Sam. I came to hear you out because I care about you, I don’t care what you did with Puck, I don’t even care why I just needed to see that you still cared and that we could both fix this, together. Sam, I… I fucking love you okay?”
Finn was starting to break down, and Sam felt his entire guilt flood back to him and before he could even attempt to say something he was gripping onto the bucket and emptying his bowels into it with a sickening noise. It was a good five minutes before Sam had finished, his body feeling light. Finn took the bucket with a disgusted sound, and then hoisted Sam up with his free hand.
“I’m talking you home, well my house.” Finn’s voice against his ear sounded like a speaker blasting at him, causing his head to pound extra hard for a few seconds. Sam didn’t argue, not that he could. He could barely take a step without Finn’s aid. People kept taking him to their houses when he was giving them every reason not to, he just wanted to die in his own bed where no one could see him.
It wasn’t long before Finn had thanked Santana as nicely as he could manage, Sam started saying something to her, but it was just mumbled nonsense. Finn placed him in the back of his car, laying him down and covering him in a blanket. Sam just lay there, accepting the fact that he was going to be with Finn for the day, tortured by that constant disappointed look on his face.
Finn watched as Sam roused from his sleep, tucked in the duvet. He hadn’t moved since they got to his house, he wanted to make sure Sam was going to be okay, and that he wouldn’t throw up all over his room. Thankfully his mom wasn’t home, so nothing needed explaining. The couple hours of watching Sam sleep gave Finn time to think, to figure out how he could make this work out for both of them, but it was harder than he thought it would ever be. He wanted to be with Sam, there was no doubt about it, but after the previous night it was going to take a while for him to be around him without picturing Puck’s dick in his mouth. Puck is definitely going to meet Finn’s fist, not for the first time, once school around on Monday. Drunk or no, he took advantage of Sam.
Thankfully Sam looked better, he wasn’t paler than paper anymore and he stopped throwing up so now was a good time if any to talk about things. Handing the waking boy a glass of water and a sandwich, Finn thought about what he was going to say. Turns out straight uo forgiving someone wasn’t as easy as it seemed. He wanted to, so bad, but he knew what Sam would say. He knew the blonde boy would only refuse the forgiveness because even though he was barely awake, Finn could see the guilt taking over Sam again.
“Sam. Just listen.” Finn spoke softly, seeing Sam’s flinch away from him instantly. “I don’t care what you did; I just want us to go back to how we were.”
Finn jumped up as Sam began to remove the duvet, pulling it back up and sitting next to the blonde boy with his hands on his shoulders.
“Stop, just stay please?” Finn asked. “I love you and I’m willing to forget whatever you and Puck did because of it. I just need to know you want it just as much; I need to know you want to be with me like I want to be with you. I need to know that we can both get past this. I know we rushed into things, and that’s my fault and I’m sorry - it didn’t help with any of this. Let’s just start over, and be happy. I want to be happy, with you. Just tell me you want it.”
He could feel the tears running down his face; his hands were shaking against Sam’s arms. This is the first time he had put himself out there, made himself so vulnerable to Sam’s blow. If Sam said no, Finn couldn’t take it.
“Finn, I um.” Sam’s breath was stuttering, almost matching Finn’s heart beat which he was sure Sam could probably hear. “I’m so sorry, I fucking screwed up. But… I want you. I want you more than anything, and I want to be happy with you. I want to be the person you can be happy with and I don’t care how long it takes but I am going to prove it to you. I never meant for any of this.”
Finn couldn’t help but smile, his lips spreading his cheeks before he pulled Sam into his arms and just held him. “Stop apologizing, I don’t care what you do. I just care that you’re here, with me.” His tears weren’t stopping, but now they were happy tears. Now they meant something completely different, they were for Sam. “I love you so fucking much.”
“Finn?” Mrs. Hudson stood at his bedroom door, mouth gaped open as she watched her son cradle the blond head against his shoulder.
“Shit! Mom, I ur.” Finn jumped up, wiping his face quickly. Sam was doing the same but it was no use. There was no way she didn’t hear Finn and Sam proclaiming their love for one another.
“Finn, I need to talk to you.” She didn’t sound angry, she didn’t even sound confused but that didn’t stop Finn’s heart from practically vibrating in his chest. He looked at Sam after his mom walked down the stairs, Sam wasn’t moving. This is everything Sam couldn’t handle.
“It’s going to be okay, Sam.” Finn tried to convince himself. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll be right back. It’s going to be okay I swear.” Hiding his fear as to help the blonde boy deal with his own. “I’ll be right back,” He whispered, kissing the boys forehead. “I’ll be right back.”