So here's where is gets all incomplete...
But it's also kind of hot, so hopefully you'll all forgive me for my brain no functioning.

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The Weirdest Day Ever Part Two

I was glad I didn't have Cheerios practice that day because, after all the male attention I was getting, I was exhausted. I hadn't had a chance to have anything more than a few silent conversations from a distance with Mercedes, since once all the guys in Glee Club got me in their sights they just didn't want to leave me alone. It was like being the head of a harem or something. I had never even had a proper conversation with Puck or Jesse or Mike or Matt (and only just with Finn or Artie), but now they all wanted to know everything about me and they found the littlest things fascinating. Puck and Jesse were by far the most confident and were taking whatever chance they got to casually touch my arm or my thigh. All the guys – even Mr. Schue – were showering me in compliments, either about my talent or my appearance. It was like they were all making up for a lifetime of ridicule in just one day. It was... nice. Really, really nice.

But it was after Glee Club that things got interesting. And, by that, I mean even weirder. It had seemed as if the attention was starting to die down a little bit. The guys had started to let me have a moment to myself every now and again. Okay, so admittedly I did have to tell them to leave me alone for a while but, all the same, the freedom felt great. Then Mr. Schuester asked me to come into his office to talk for a second. Usually I wouldn't mind, but the way he looked at me as he asked was just worrying. But it wasn't like I could say no. He was my teacher.

I expected him to ask me to take a seat, but instead the moment he shut the door behind us he was on me. His lips were pressed hard against mine, his stubble scratchy against my skin, and his hands were all over my body, trying to slide their way up my Cheerios top. At first I was too shell-shocked to do anything about it, until I felt his tongue trying to push its way into my mouth. Then I had to shove him away.

"What the hell, Mr. Schue!" I yelled.

"God, you're so hot when you're angry, Kurt," he said breathlessly, trying to grab hold of me again. "I want you so bad... I want to be inside you..."

"Ew! Mr. Schuester, stop it!" I cried, shoving him again. "Snap out of it! You're my teacher, for God's sake, and I'm not even legal!"

He shook his head before laying his head in his hands as if he'd just realised what he'd done.

"Oh my God," he groaned. "I'm so sorry, Kurt. I... I don't know what came over me. Please don't tell anyone about this."

"Don't worry," I said, straightening my clothes. "I've already erased this from my memory."

You'd think that that was the weirdest thing that had happened to me that day – my teacher trying to get into my pants, as if he'd been possessed by some kind of sex demon – but that was just the beginning.

I went back to the choir room to get my stuff, expecting it to be empty. But instead Jesse was there, sitting at the piano.

"Are you okay, Kurt," he said with concern. "You look slightly shaken."

"I'm fine," I lied. "I just really need to get home."
"Wait," he said before I could leave. "Sit down for second."

He patted the space next to him on the piano stool. I sighed and sat down. I didn't have the energy to say no. I knew he'd just end up being all insistent and charming.

Jesse looked at me for a second, obvious longing in his eyes, before he said "I really think that you and I should sing together, Kurt."

"Really?" That so wasn't what I'd expected him to say.

"Oh, absolutely," he said. "You and I are the most talented people in this Glee Club, by far. I think a duet is in order. Our voices would sound incredible together."

Well, I couldn't argue with that. He smiled at me (seriously, a smile that charming shouldn't even be legal), and began quietly playing the first few bars of 'As Long As You're Mine' from Wicked on the piano. Way to make me swoon, St. James.

"You want us to sing right now?" I said, blushing under the intensity of his gaze. "Because taking the lead at Glee rehearsals today kind of took a lot out of me."

"It doesn't have to be now," he said, his voice sounding all husky as his face got closer to mine. "It's just something for you to think about."

I couldn't think of a single thing to say. I was completely lost in those eyes. God, no wonder Rachel was so quick to fall for him and ignore the fact that he was probably a spy for Vocal Adrenaline anyway. With such gorgeous blue eyes like that, he could get away with murder. I didn't even care when suddenly he was kissing me, his hand cupping my face. In fact, I actually sighed into the kiss a little bit. It felt good, so gentle and loving that I couldn't help but kiss him back.

And then I remembered Rachel. I remembered that this wasn't really him, but whatever random, surreal thing that was happening today. He had a girlfriend. This needed to stop. I pushed him away, much to his disappointment.
"I really need to go," I said, getting up before he could try and kiss me again. "See you tomorrow, Jesse."

He'd probably forget all about it tomorrow anyway. Either that or he'll just act like nothing happened. I wondered if he'd still want to sing with me though... probably not. Shame really.

My mind was reeling as I walked out into the hall. But it wasn't over. Suddenly I was dragged into an empty classroom, almost falling over when whoever dragged me let go.

"What the hell?" I shouted. And then I saw who it was and groaned.

"Sorry, baby," he said. "Didn't mean to be so rough with you."
"Well, you've never been known for your subtly, Puckerman," I said, smoothing down my uniform.

Just like he'd been doing all day, Puck was undressing me with his eyes as he looked at me. Without much warning, he was on me. But it wasn't like earlier with Mr. Schue. For one, I wasn't nearly as freaked out. I mean, I was slightly taken aback at all the abrupt making out, but... Puck was a good kisser. His large hands were all over me, grabbing my ass and messing up my hair, which would have annoyed me if his tongue wasn't exploring my mouth at the time. He pushed me up against the wall, lifting me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist. He was practically growling into my mouth, which was indescribably hot. I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe. I was completely lost in this. In him. Noah Puckerman was basically dry humping me up against a wall. What else was there to think about?

Actually there were a lot of things to think about. Like the fact that on any other day this would never happen. Puck would never actually want to make out with me. This was just like with Jesse and Mr. Schue and every other guy that had so much as looked at me today. He only wanted me because... actually I had no idea why. But I knew that this wasn't him, and this wasn't right. Sometimes I really hated my stupid conscience.

"We... we really shouldn't be... doing this," I said as Puck started kissed my neck. "This is... this is wrong..."

"Hmm... but so damn right," he said against my neck, before sucking on my earlobe and making me moan.

"Noah..." I sighed. "...stop."

And he actually did. He stopped kissing me and put me down, although he was still really close to me. I could tell straight away that he was disappointed.

"Did I do something wrong, baby?" he said, uncharacteristically quiet.

"No, it's just..." I really didn't know what to say. This would be so much easier if he wasn't so hot. Seriously, you wouldn't kick him out of bed unless it was to do him on the floor.

"It's just what?" he whispered.

"I..." I began. "I have to, erm... I have to go."

I don't know why, but I actually felt bad leaving him alone in that empty classroom. He'd forget about this, I told myself. He'd deny it ever happened. No matter how incredibly hot it was. Stop thinking about it.

Thankfully the school was pretty much empty as I made my way down the hall and out towards the parking lot. I already felt emotionally drained by all that had happened today, and I just wanted to go home, take a bath and forget about it all. Maybe this was just a particularly vivid dream or something? Only in a dream would every guy in school want me. Only in a dream would Puck make out with me, or Jesse want to sing with me, or Mr. Schue practically jump me, or all the guys in Glee Club shower me in compliments, or Karofsky tell me I'm hot, or Finn blush every time I look at him. This had to be a dream. An incredibly vivid, life-like, realistic dream.

Just as I was thinking about how cute Finn looks when he blushes, I saw him standing awkwardly next to my car. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God...

"Hey, Kurt," he said, with a dorky little wave. Why must he be so cute?

"Hey," I said. "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to talk to you," he said.

Yeah, I bet he did. Just like Mr. Schue and Jesse and Puck wanted to talk to me.

"What's the matter?" I said.

"Erm... well, I..." he stammered. I could see his cheeks going pink. "I was wondering if, er... y'know, if you're not busy or anything, maybe we could... I mean, we could go out this weekend or something... so... yeah."

It took a lot of self-control not to just leap into his arms after that adorably awkward request.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Finn," I said. Unfortunately.

"W-what?" he said. "Why?"

"This isn't you talking," I said. "The only reason you're asking me out is because for some reason, for this one random day, you want me. Every guy wants me. Tomorrow you probably won't even remember this. Either that or you'll just be really embarrassed and pretend it never happened."

He stared blankly at me. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

That did not surprise me.

"Just forget about it, Finn," I sighed. "I'm sorry."

I tried to walk around him when suddenly he grabbed my arm to stop me. But he wasn't hurting me. He seemed to be going out of his way not to hurt me.

"Wait," he said.

I turned to face him, knowing that this was going to be bad. And it was. Because he kissed me.

A lifetime spent alone, making out with the crook of my elbow. And now I'd been kissed by two of the hottest guys in school, my teacher, and now the love of my life. At any other moment, on any other day, Finn kissing me would be the most incredible moment of my life that I would never want to end. But this was defiantly not a good thing. Even though I knew that it wasn't him and he didn't mean it, it was all so wonderful, so perfect, that I knew I wouldn't be able to push him away as easily as I had done with the other guys.

His kiss was slow, gentle, but with unknowable amounts of passion behind it. One of his hands was around my waist, holding me close to him, while the other was softly stroking my cheek. There was no way I could do anything other than kiss him back. This was so wrong, in an extraordinarily perfect kind of way. It was magnificent and deeply depressing all at the same time. I could have stayed there and kissed him forever. But I knew that I shouldn't. I could feel my stupid conscience kicking in again.

"Finn," I whispered against his lips. "I can't do this."

"Why?" he said, pulling away slightly but still holding me. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," I said. "Really, you haven't. It's just..."

I sighed sadly. I really didn't know what to say. It wasn't as if I didn't want this. God knows I wanted this more than anything in the world. But I just couldn't.

"Kurt, what is it?" he said, sounding worried.

"I have to go," I said, trying to gently push him away. "I'm sorry, Finn. Really, you have no idea how sorry I am."

I walked away from him and got into my car. Just before I could start the engine, Finn knocked on the window.

"What?" I said after I rolled the window down.

"Can we still go out this weekend?" he said hopefully. "I mean, it doesn't have to be a date or anything. We could just, y'know, hang out and stuff."

I looked at him and smiled. "I'll think about it."

It wasn't as if I could really say no to him...

...and then my brain stopped working.
Seriously, I have no idea how to end this.
But I'm open to suggestions :)

I hope you all enjoyed nonetheless, Humble Readers.
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