"Are you ready to get the gang back together?" Puck smiled as he hopped in his car.
"Couldn't be more ready." Finn smiled as he started his own car.
---GLEE---
Finn rocked back and forth on the heels of his sneakers as he stood in front of the plain blue door in the empty dorm hallway. He paused, taking a moment to collect himself. He needed this meeting to go well. With a deep breath he reached out and knocked, waiting for a response.
"One minute!" Ryder Lynn called as he slipped a red t-shirt over his still perfectly combed brown hair. He swung open the door, "What's up," he asked, before sizing the knocker up and down, "Finn?" Ryder asked. Seeing Finn at his door was... Strange to say the least. He was 17 when he last spoke to Finn, now he was 19.
"Ryder, hey! What's up man?" Finn smiled and offered a handshake, trying to balance being friendly and professional. "Do you think I could come in?"
"Oh yeah, of course!" Ryder smiled as he took a few steps to allow Finn in, using his handshake to pull Finn in the room. "What brings you here? I'll assume you aren't just visiting."
"Just wanting to see how things were, and..." Finn collected himself before his big speech. "New directions is in a bad way right now. And we need more members to join."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Ryder nodded, truth be told he did feel bad that the glee club was in danger. Despite that it seemed to always be. "I just don't see how I'm supposed to help?"
"You can come back!" Finn tried to sound as excited as he could about the idea, though inside he was nervous. "Since the school doesn't officially support it anymore we can have anyone join."
"Oh," Ryder said, taken completely off guard. "Well, I'm not exactly sure about it... I mean, just talking about McKinley makes my butt burn a little to this day."
Finns cheeks turned pink hearing this. He knew it would be a hard sell considering all the torment he guys went through. "It's not that bad..."
"Finn, I haven't gotten a wedgie in more than a year," Ryder smiled, strangely proud of himself for being able to say that. "Looking back, those weren't just wedgies. I mean, Jake's undies got dragged by Blaine's car. That's not normal. I mean, he deserved it, he probably wedgied me more than everyone else did combined."
Finn smiled. He had an in. "Then would you really pass up the chance to make him pay even more?"
"Make him pay? I'd like to. But I wouldn't come back if that meant dealing with him all year." Ryder shook his head.
"You sure of that?" Finn smiled wider, sensing that Ryder's defense was dropping. "Did I mention he wears thongs now? Exclusively."
"He- what?" Ryder said, sort of surprised. He remembered Jake's underpants always thonging themselves but he never imagined him taking that extra step. "He does not wear thongs. That dude was not into butt floss."
"Believe it." Yes! Finn could've jumped around, he was so happy this was working. "He figured it was easier than a massive natural he's gotta pick all day."
"Well, I guess Jake's really getting it good now," Ryder smirked as he sat down on his bed. "Damn, I would love to see that."
"See it? Why you could experience it!" Finn didn't skip a beat, pulling a chair up beside Ryder. "Pulling his tiny, stretchy little undies up as he cries out and screams for mercy."
"Jake better prepare that crack of his," Ryder smirked.
---GLEE---
Puck smiled as he pulled out his phone, seeing the text from his friends. Seemed their plan was working out, everyone was coming back. Now all that was left was Rory. All Puck had was an address and as he passed down the street, carefully looking at the numbers he passed the building twice before he found it. "Male lingerie?" He read the stores sign confused. "He cracked open the door, peering in as the bell rung.
