This is my first fan-fiction, so cut me some slack. But critiques are more than welcome!

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"It's the time of the season, when your love runs high…"

Finn Hudson cooed warmly into the microphone. The assignment was to pick a song to present to the rest of the team written by a British artist before 1975.

"In this time, give it to me easy, and let me try, with pleasured hands…"

He was comfortable with the classic Zombies song. It was well within his range. He swayed as he sang.

"To take you to the sun, to promised lands, to show you everyone…"

In the audience section of the auditorium sat the rest of the Glee club, watching Finn.

"It's the time of the season for loving…!"

Kurt Hummel was seated between Mercedes Jones and Rachel Barry. He cautiously took a deep breath in, overwhelmed by the sensuality of Finn's performance. He looked to the right, at Rachel, who was sitting on the edge of her seat with her thumbs twiddling in her lap, with an enormous, stage-worthy smile on her face. Jesse sat next to her, but most of the club knew that she still had feelings for Finn. Kurt looked away, trying to keep her degrading words out of his mind…

"Even if I were a second, a third, a fourth, or even the fiftieth, I`d still be ahead of you because I`m a girl."

He looked back to the stage where Finn continued singing. She was probably right, he figured, I have no chance with Finn. He's straight as an arrow. I mean, look at him. He's wearing flannel. Old Navy flannel, nonetheless. It's not even Urban Outfitters.

Kurt sighed carefully, so that Rachel wouldn't notice.

"What's your name? Who's your daddy? Is he rich like me?"

Finn's voice melted through the loudspeakers of the auditorium, with the keyboard backing him flawlessly. Kurt pursed his lips and tucked his right hand under his left elbow. Plus our parents are dating, so it would be even more bizarre if we were too. God, why did I set them up together? Stupid, stupid Kurt.

"It's the time of the season for loving."

Finn looked around the crowd, and caught Kurt's eye. He smirked at him as he held the last note of the song, and Kurt's eyes went wide. Kurt's thoughts were speeding at 100 miles an hour, as they did every time Finn looked at him. But Finn looked on, like he usually did, oblivious to his influence over Kurt. Completely oblivious.

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They clapped for Finn after he had finished his song. Rachel stood up and clapped. Finn bowed awkwardly.

"Excellent job, Finn," Mr. Schuester said earnestly.

"Thanks Mr. Schue," Finn responded, descending the stage steps into the audience.

"Who wants to perform next?" Mr. Schuester asked. No willing response.

"I am appalled at the severe deficiency of the necessary eagerness in performing right now," Rachel said with her naturally up-stuck dignity.

Suddenly, an unenthused hand rose.

"I'll go," Kurt stated blatantly.

"All right Kurt!" Mr. Schuester clapped as Kurt waltzed onto the stage. Finn plopped down in the seat where Kurt was. Rachel whispered a "good job" to him, and Finn thanked her and looked back to the stage.

"Here's some Cat Stevens," Kurt said, almost like he was bored. He adjusted his bright blue Tom Ford sport coat and cleared his throat.

"I listen to the wind, to the wind on my soul."

Finn quietly coughed as the guitar played Kurt's back.

"Where I'll end up, well I think only god really knows…"

Finn scratched his head, and Mercedes elbowed him, signaling him to stop fidgeting. He looked back to the stage where Kurt looked slightly up, the light illuminating his pale face.

"I've sat upon the setting sun, but never, never, never, never…"

His lips opened and closed with purpose, his voice completely in tune. Geez, Finn thought, He must've practiced a lot.

"I never wanted water once, no never, never, never."

Kurt looked down and walked a few paces while the acoustic played through. He brushed his bangs back before he began his singing again. Why is he always fixing his hair? It looks fine. It always looks fine. Maybe he has image problems or something.

"I listen to my words, but they fall far below."

Kurt looked back out to the audience, glancing across the rest of the team. His eyes caught Finn's for a moment, and Kurt sang, almost like it was to him.

"I let my music take me where my heart wants to go."

Kurt's anomalous turquoise eyes sparkled as him and Finn's gaze was transfixed for a few moments. He sure is a good performer. He's like… emotional about his… songs… or whatever.

"I swam upon the devil's lake, but never, never, never, never…"

I mean, he has like… depth? When he performs? Depth? Feeling? I mean, when Rachel performs she's too, like, showy. Or something. Huh…

"I'll never make the same mistake…"

What was I saying again?

"No, never, never, never."

Finn coughed into his hand and then clapped with the rest of the team.

"Nice work, Kurt," Mr. Schuester said, mirroring his earlier statement to Finn. Kurt hummed his thanks and jumped off the stage. He went back to his original seat, only to find Finn sitting in it.

"Um, excuse me," Kurt said meekly.

"Oh! Sorry Kurt. Uh, here," Finn said quickly, standing, "Nice job up there."

"You too," Kurt said. Finn patted Kurt on the shoulder firmly, slightly throwing Kurt off balance, and walked down the aisle to find another seat. Kurt sat in his seat, but not before catching another glance at Finn.

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Wee, wasn't that a pleasant prelude? Even though just about nothing happened? Huzzah!

Time of the Season is by the Zombies.

The Wind is by Cat Stevens 3

Glee doesn't belong to me.