"Hello, Former and Current New Directions!" Will said with enthusiasm as he entered the tightly
packed choir room. "Welcome to the final weeks of Mckinley High's glee club. A grand welcome home to Rachel Berry, Kurt Hummel, Mercedes Jones, Santana Lopez and Mike Chang. A few of our members that moved onto bigger, better things. I just wanted to reflect on all the great friends and stories being in this glee club brought us. The glee club helped some of us come out of the closet, go to Broadway and some of us just be ourselves. So, anyone can come up here and sing, tell a story, or whatever. We should celebrate the club with smiles, not tears."
Kurt raised his hand diligently, "Mr. Schue? Where's Finn at?"
As if on cue Finn strutted through the door, "Right here."
Everyone's jaws dropped when they laid eyes on Finn. He strutted in with his hands on his hips before standing with a happy look on his face. He wore nothing but a pair of clean sneakers along with his trademark tighty whities. The white waistband with it's thin yellow and blue stripes clung to his hips as he looked at the club before him. He looked somewhat uncomfortable and vulnerable, but everyone just remained with some laughter on their faces. "So you're probably all wondering why I'm standing in front of you all in my tighty whities."
"That would be correct, Finn." Will chuckled, hand on his chest. "The last time I saw you walk around like this you were a junior who was coming out of the tighty whitey closet."
"Exactly!" Finn smiled as he looked back at all the grinning friends he'd made over the years. "This school was and is so chock full of wedgies, pantsings, atomic wedgies, swirlies, hanging wedgies, shoulder wedgies, and- well, you get my point. I used to wear boxers over my tighty whities because I was afraid of becoming the victim of those. But, that wasn't me. This glee club taught people to be who they were and wear what they wanted to. So, I wanted to give one final walk through the school in my tighty whities as an ode to the day I channeled my Brad Majors and walked down the halls to show everyone who I was."
"That's strangely beautiful," Will nodded, putting a hand on Finn's shoulder. "Although, I think we're all familiar with this sight by now."
Puck hopped up and cracked his knuckles. "You remember how that little stroll down the halls ended, right?"
How could Finn ever forget? Just thinking about what had happened to him gave him the chills right down his spine. His ass burned for a week! The hanging atomic wedgie was even deadlier than it sounded. That pain of having your underwear crushing everything then being strung up by that underpants? It was the worst burning sensation that Finn could've ever had. He knew it was definitely one of the worst and most painful wedgies to ever happen to anyone in that school. Even worse, Finn didn't like where this was going. "I'll never forget. But, Puck, stay back. I don't need to relive it."
"Come on!" Puck laughed, "Blaine, Jake, Ryder, Marley, Unique and Kitty never got to see. Okay, maybe they saw the pictures but no one got to see the real life thing!" Finn gulped as Puck proceeded towards him, before turning around, "Blaine, be my little helper. After all, you never got him back for that scarecrow wedgie!"
Blaine shrugged as he jumped up. He was used to being on the giving and receiving side of wedgies after two years in the club. So he no longer felt bad about giving any out, it had become their thing. Although, he groped at his ass just thinking about getting a wedgie, let alone a hanging atomic! He approached as Puck threw Finn against the wall. He noticed Finn's butt resting beneath the briefs and got to see the skin as Puck yanked up the waistband that sat right above his right cheek. "Blaine, get the left side!"
