Disclaimer: Most characters, settings and some dialogues are property of the creators of Gilmore Girls. This story is not written to make money. I own nothing, just borrowing a bit for this fanfiction, and I only try my finest possible to live longer in the comforting world of the Gilmore Girls.
Only a friendly warning: this is a romance about Finn and Colin. Yes, nothing for homophobic people!
I am not a native English speaker and I will try to do my best and have some really great friends from FB who offered to help me (thanks for that), but I am still new in writing English and also in writing fanfiction. Please be aware of this, before you leave any mean comments. Nobody is forced to read my stuff, but I really enjoyed a lot of awesome fanfictions so far and would like to return the favor.
I am not sure, but I think you will find some mature content in the story. And because of Finn and Colin are not extremely often in GG, you perhaps not agree with every characterization of mine.
Thank you for reading and I hope you will enjoy it a little bit.
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1 Chapter (starts in season 5 episode 17 Pulp Friction)
Finn's POV
Dressed as Vincent Vega from Pulp Fiction with a black wig and the relevant clothes, Finn feels not really different from his daily appearance and really enjoys himself and his contemporary look. In his dorm are lots of Tarantino-styled party people and he really likes his actual birthday party. He thinks to himself, what a bright idea his party motto is this time, as welcoming the newest guests. "Robert, what are you?" Finn asks.
"Dead extra number two" Robert answers.
Finn smirks, "brilliant, my friend".
"Happy Birthday, Finn. You owe me $40" Robert claims with puckered brows. Forever the same old Robert, Finn thinks, having a great time taunting Robert.
"Well, maybe for my birthday, you'll forgive me that" Finn assures himself with an excused smile and searches for money after Robert's still gazing at him.
"Does your father have any idea what a toll his cross-dressing took on your psyche?" Finn asks jokingly.
"That was your father" Robert declares. After this comment Finn starts temporary to reflect the phone call of his father from Australia today and their conversation about the influence of his father on him to study psychology as a minor subject. Finn always was an extremely eccentric Australian, but nothing compared to the unconventional lifestyle of his father. Unfortunately they don't live at the same continent at the moment and Finn misses his family.
"Ah, you're right", Finn says and shows provocative his black painted nails to Robert and Rory. "My god, that explains a lot." At that moment Finn tries to recognize Rory, but perhaps of the lots of shots of alcohol he had before, he can't remember. "Do I know you?" Finn asks Rory and Roberts introduces "Rory Gilmore, Finn", while Rory smiles shyly. "Pleasure to meet you" Finn responds, but already has his mind somewhere else and checks out where his best mate Colin might be. "Alright, children, drink and be merry for tomorrow we will all be in a great deal of pain" Finn wishes, as on every of his parties so far, takes a whole tray with dark-red shots and thanks the waitress with a cheeky smile "Thank you, darling. Your name and your phone number would also be appreciated." With a last look at Robert and Rory and a wink he disappears again in the bulk of the party group.
Later on Finn spots Colin talking to Rory and Robert and he realizes once again his growing crush on his best friend. It started some years ago and Finn finds himself again peering on Colin beautiful lips and thinking how great it could be to touch them with his' own. He wonders how they would feel and gets a little bit aroused while having a clear picture of holding his best mate in his arms while starting to make out. Once again he gets extremely irritated why he can't stop this feeling, even of the knowledge this would never happen. Finn always was and is an open-minded person to find his love interests and one-night-stands. He never was fixed on a special sex, but on outstanding people. Finn knows by now for a long time that he likes Colin more than only as his best mate, but he also understands Colin's fear of being different. Colin could be extremely snobbish and arrogant, but Finn also met his caring part in different situations so far. They get to know each other the first time at the boarding school of Zugerberg in Switzerland. The partying that went on there, was insane and there happened numerous unique events. As yet, Finn never did a move on Colin, because he would never want to risk their amazing friendship.
Finn wonders where Colin's intended today's date could be and listens as Colin explains it to the others: "I went to pick her up, the door opens and she's dressed like Mira Sorvino." To the question how you could dress like her, Colin answers "you have blond hair and a name tag that says Mira Sorvino" and that he turned around and left. Finn heard the whole conversation and notices again a crazy feeling in his stomach as Colin asks afterwards about Josie. Finn daydreams what he wants to do with Colin by himself and tries really hard to regain back his control to reality. As every time in the last years while Colin is searching for an one-night-stand, Finn feels like needing more alcohol to still keep his secret to himself. After refueling, Finn starts to dance and enjoys again being the center of attention and increases his flirting with everybody. He keeps his naughty smirks and seducing words for the girls. Most people don't know about Finn's sexual preferences, but since sharing a dorm with Colin, Colin witnessed several of Finn's men sneaked out of Finn's room in the middle of the night. None stayed till the next morning. Both never spoke about the guys, but both are aware the other knows, too.
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FanfictionOnly a friendly warning: this is a romance about Finn and Colin. Yes, nothing for homophobic people! Disclaimer: Most characters, settings and some dialogues are property of the creators of Gilmore Girls. This story is not written to make money. I o...