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Title: Drummer Boy
Author: mzminola
Fandom: Glee!
Genre: Alternate Universe
Premise: What if Finn never sang in Glee club, because he was already in Jazz Band?
Rating: As high as the show itself, plus extra for swearing, and violence in later chapters.

Warnings for the fic as a whole: Anything the show has is likely to show up here, so pretty much all of the bullying and phobias and barfing and other issues. If you are worried about specific triggers please let me know and I can give you a heads up.

Finn’s walking to school now. It takes half an hour so he has to get up early, but it lets him work off steam before he gets to school. Working off steam is good. If he wasn’t he’d probably punch Puck again. And maybe the rest of the basketball team except Matt and Mike.

He’d probably be fantasizing about punching the other kids in Glee club too, but he doesn’t have to see them all the time. He shows up Monday morning and talks to Brad before Jazz Band, because he really really really wants to keep playing drums, but just thinking about Puck makes him wanna hit things, and he’s pretty sure diving out from behind the drum set during a chorus and punching one of the singers probably counts as the sort of interference Brad’s against.

Brad nods and slides a piece of paper across the piano towards him; it’s a copy of the attendance agreement, and it turns out they’re allowed to miss three of the mandatory rehearsals for Glee each semester, and Finn hasn’t miss a single rehearsal before, not even any of the non-mandatory ones.

So that’s three times he can ignore one of the mass texts that starts with “mand.” and as many times skipping non-mandatory rehearsals as he wants. That should give him a couple weeks to cool down.

Artie’s not really talking to Finn much in Jazz Band, aside from what’s necessary. Finn’s not sure if Artie’s mad at him for knocking his phone to the ground (it’s not like it broke or anything) or if Artie’s still sorry for not telling, and waiting for Finn to talk to him first.



“Hey Quinn,” Kurt said, voice soft. Quinn had caught him at his locker, on one of the days he was in his Cheerios uniform. It felt strange to her, seeing his outfit for the first time at school, instead of in his Navigator. She’d come to school with Rachel for a few days, dropped off by both of Rachel’s dads, the entire car filled with three enthusiastic voices singing along to cassette tapes of Broadway musicals. Driving in Mercedes’ car was a much more relaxing experience.

“I’ve got a check-up, the day after tomorrow,” Quinn said. Kurt was loading his textbooks for the first half of the day into his satchel, looking at his books and the satchel and the locker. “I was wondering if you were busy that afternoon.”

“Mercedes’ won’t take you?” Kurt asked, fastening the clasps on his satchel.

“She offered,” Quinn said. “I was just…if you don’t mind?”

Kurt pushed his satchel to his side, before repeating the motion on a minor scale with the front tuft of his hair. “I don’t mind at all,” he said.


In the locker room, and the cafeteria, and in the bathrooms at the sinks, the comments about how Finn Hudson must have been paying Kurt Hummel back for those rides in his truck had started up again. They’ve also added comments about Quinn Fabray, saying she’d fuck anyone except her boyfriend.

They didn’t say shit like that when Puck was around though, not since the first time he heard one and slammed Baker against a locker and snarled “That is the mother of my baby you pathetic little fuck,” and headbutted him on the mouth.

Finn just acted like he didn’t hear any of it. It was the same tactic he’d tried before, when he’d first started showing up at school in Kurt’s truck with Quinn.

Matt and Mike tried to make the other guys shut up, but that just got them incorporated into the commentary.


Jordan had missed the drama, but Johnny filled him in over the weekend over the phone. They were both surprised on Tuesday when Finn joined the rest of the Jazz Band kids at their table for lunch.

“Don’t often see you around these here parts,” Jordan said, putting on a cowboy accent he’d picked up from watching old Westerns.

“Basketball team sucks,” Finn mumbled, head propped up on one fist. He didn’t really participate in the conversation, and every couple of minutes Susie Saunders would poke at his shoulder, and he’d take a bite of his lunch and chew for a while. Then Tracer would poke his other shoulder, and Finn would remember to swallow the food he’d been chewing.

A couple of tables away, Quinn was sitting between Artie and Mercedes at the Glee kids table. Near the end of lunch, Johnny finally figured out that that table was directly in Finn’s line of site.

“Dude, you gotta let it go,” Johnny said.

Finn snorted, and finally took a bite of his sandwich without being poked first.


A week after the incident in the cafeteria, Burt Hummel and Carole Hudson took Finn and Kurt out for ice-cream to discuss something.

“We’d been talking about this for a while,” Burt said, while the two boys had their mouths full of mint-chip ice-cream. “And figured it was time to bring you two on board. Carole and I had been considering moving us all in together.”

“We were thinking of Burt’s place anyway,” Carole said. “And in light of recent…changes, well, it’s a fresh start. Less bad memories.”

“I don’t need a fresh start,” Finn said, after hastily swallowing.

“Honey, you keep looking at the couch and crying,” Carole said. Finn blushed and took another giant mouthful of ice-cream so he wouldn’t have to reply to that.

“There’s just the one bedroom upstairs though,” Kurt said.

“Well, we can knock out a wall, add another room,” Burt said. “In the meantime though, that basement’s big enough for two of you.”


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