flirt - noah puckerman

Chapter 12

chapter twelve - home

Finn's POV

"Has your mom starting selling the furniture yet?" Kurt asks, as I grab a book from my locker. 

"Yeah, she just got rid of her old bedroom set, and she tried to sell my dad's chair, but I stopped her," I furrow my eyebrows at him.  "How do you even know that?"

"People our parents' age already know what they want," he smirks at me. "I guess you and I will be roommates with Mom and Dad cohabitating upstairs by midterms."

"No way," I shake my head, taking a step back.

"Give into the inevitable, Finn," Kurt sighs, romantically. "And don't sweat that old chair.  I have a lovely chez picked out."

"Screw your chez," I frown, raising my voice at him. "Look, I like my house.  I'm not moving and she's not selling that damn chair," I push past him and storm down the hallway. 

"Finn," I hear Erin call after me. 

I ignore her and continue walking to the end of the hallway towards the auditorium.  I open the large metal door and groan to myself taking a seat in one of the chairs and resting my head in my hands.  I hear the metal door open once again. 

"Finn," Erin frowns, coming over to sit beside me.  "What the hell was that?" 

"I can't do this anymore," I groan, kicking the back of the chair in front of me. 

"Do what?" She scoffs. 

"All of it," I snap at her.  "Rachel told me she's in love with me, and I can't stop thinking about it.  Kurt's up my ass about my mom dating his dad, and he's already acting like we're brothers or something.  I don't need a new brother!  I already have you- it's practically the same thing.  Then, I come home every night and Quinn's pissed at me for not making enough money for hospital bills-" I rant.

"Finn," Erin cuts me off.  She sighs, taking my hand in hers, making me pause and take a deep breath. 

"Sorry," I mumble. "I didn't mean to take all of that out on you."

"You didn't, Finn.  You're venting," she laughs and gives me a sympathetic smile. "I'm here just... slow down."

"I don't know what to do anymore," I let out a defeated sigh.  "I just can't shake this feeling that my mom is trying to get me to just forget my dad." 

"She still won't budge on the chair?" She frowns.

"No," I groan. "It's like she wants every remnant I have of him completely gone."

"You know that's not her intention... She's pushing you too far too quickly, but I know she would never want you to forget your dad," she mutters, giving my hand a small squeeze. 

"It's just on top of everything else, it feels like my world is ending," I sigh. "Quinn and Rachel are both in love with me, and now it feels like Kurt might be too... I just can't make all of them happy." 

"No one should expect you to make everyone happy, Finn," she frowns.  I hear her take a small breath.  "Are you actually thinking about what Rachel said?" She swallows nervously.