i laid in my backyard with jesse, watching as someone cleaned my pool.

usually it was puck but...well you know.

"oh, good news." i sat up and turned to him.

"what?"

"glee is doing rocky horror and your beautiful girlfriend is janet. i mean, yeah i had to practically take rachel to the carpet for it but... she gave in, settling on doubling up on female roles." i bragged.

"oh, wow. i'm impressed." he congratulated me.

"thank you, thank you." i bowed.

"who's brad? and who's rocky?"

"finn's brad and sam, you don't know him, is rocky."

"finn...god, i wish mr. schuester didn't like you guys together so much. you know, on account of the fact that he's in love with you." jesse expressed.

"oh, don't be jealous." i tried to reassure him.

"it's hard when you've had sex with him and that's still...not something you wanna do with me." he stood up.

"jess, you know what i did with finn was nothing. it was just to-"

"to lose your virginity, i know." he rolled his eyes.

"are you actually mad about this? you said we would have sex when i'm ready and i'm not ready." i stood up and gave him a disgusted look.

"it's not just the sex, stevie. i just don't know if we're ever gonna get to the same level you and finn are at. i mean, you've been best friends since pull-ups. you've always had that... closeness with each other, and i just feel like-i feel like it's not gonna happen for us." he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"jess...you have to understand that i love finn. and i'll always love him. but it's not like that. i'm with you, jesse. i chose you. what more do you want from me?"

"i-i don't know, stevie. i want you to tell me that...we're gonna be okay. and that finn isn't gonna come between us."

"i-i promise. now, can we please just...stop?" i frowned.

he took a deep breath and wrapped his arms loosely around my neck. i rested my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around his torso.

•

i sat in room with finn rehearsing our lines for the show. jesse was also there, to supervise. i would have said no, but i really didn't wanna make him insecure about our relationship.

"does he really have to be here?" finn asked, gesturing to jesse.

"yes, finn. so then they take off our wet clothes and we do the rest of the scene in our underwear." i read on the script.

"wait, so i'm in my tighty-whities?"

"yeah."

"i can't be on stage in front of the whole school in my tighty-whities. they're gonna be able to see my whole," he gestured to his dick,"business."

"look, i'm not totally comfortable with the idea either. but just think of it as being at the pool." i suggested.

"i wear a shirt at the pool," he got up and started pacing,"i tell everybody it's because i burn easily. but look, i know i'm a big athlete and it's not manly or anything, but I'm kind of insecure about how i look." he confesses to me.

"i get it, finn. i am too."

"but it's different, stevie. you have great boobs. if i have great boobs, it's all over for me." he said.

"can you not talk about my girlfriend's boobs?" jesse asked from my bed.

"sorry, man." finn shook his head.

"look, finn. confidence makes everything. if you believe you're the hottest person on stage, people will start believe it too." jesse advised.

"yeah, i mean it's like when rachel was dressing like britney spears. none of thought she was hot until she started thinking she was." i sat down next to jesse on the bed.

"yeah, okay. thanks guys." finn nodded.

but i could tell he was still a little uneasy.

•

"alright, places, finn and stevie. i'm gonna start with, damn it janet." mr. schue told us.

"oh, i cannot wait until finn takes his top off so we can all see the horrible mess underneath." santana smirked.

"what are you talking about?"

"you can't have sloppy joes everyday for lunch and expect to get away with it." brittany shrugged.

"um, that's incredibly rude!" rachel stood up for finn.

"is it? guys whisper behind our backs about how we look everyday. they objectify us all the time." quinn pointed out.

"she's got a point. i mean, today artie asked if he could make a gigantic omelet when i'm done with the ostrich eggs i'm smuggling in my bra." i rolled my eyes.

mr. schue looked over at artie who tried to play dumb.

"i'm super looking forward to seeing sam in his gold bikini." brittany smiled.

"it's gonna be 'abulous." sam smirked.

"can we just get on with rehearsal?"

•

news had gotten out that mike could no longer be frankenfurter.

and that made sense to me, his parents are kind of conservative.

but what didn't make sense was the fact that the guidance counselor and the sexy dentist were in our choir room.

"i don't understand." mr. schue said.

"you guys have a hole to fill. and i'm just trying to help fill it." the dentist explained.

"wanky." santana and i smirked and said in unison.

"stevie, santana!" ms. pillsbury exclaimed in horror, causing us to laugh and elbow each other.

the dentist then sang an eddie song, much to the protest of sue sylvester who had written eddie out. mr. schue agreed and told him to sing a frankenfurter number.

"well, i'm sorry, bro. i think it's fine to wear that franken-bustier in the privacy of your own home – i'm freaky like that. but, don't you think it's a little inappropriate in a high school musical? at least if i play Eddie, i won't have to grind up against the students."

santana and i raised our hands to volunteer.

finn pushed my hand down, and mercedes pushed down santana's.

back and forth between the dentist and mr. schue before mercedes volunteered to be frankenfurter.

now we had a frankenfurter and an eddie. beautiful.

•

it was time for our dress rehearsal.

"finn, i couldn't help but notice that i'm in my underwear and you aren't." i walked up to him.

i mean, technically i was wearing nike pro shorts, but my bra was a real bra.

"i'm saving it for opening night." he nodded.

"okay, then."

the curtain opened and he explained what was going on to mr. schue.

"um, also, ms. pillsbury? is there a way i can wear some gold board shorts or something? these are really short and i'm afraid i'm going to show off some nuttage." sam walked onto stage.

"damn, i can't wait for our scene." i muttered looking him up and down.

finn elbowed me and i frowned.

•

i sat in the weight room with finn, watching him work out.

right as the bar was about to crush finn, sam walked in and picked it up, setting it back on the rack.

"i would've had that." finn day up.

"okay." i said, unconvinced, and took a seat next to him.

"where have you been? you're late." finn pointed out.

"sorry. i spaced. i'm not playing rocky anymore." sam frowned.

"wait, what? then who is?" i furrowed my brows.

"mr. schue. i totally blew this. i shouldn't have made so many demands about my costume. i just feel- i feel fat. like i had rolls hanging over those gold shorts." sam confessed.

"sam are you fucking with me? i mean, are you kidding?" i looked him up and down,"also, mr. schue? i mean, i don't know if i'm comfortable singing touch-a touch-a touch me to an old guy. especially mr. schue."

the thought of it sent chills down my body.

"yeah that's not really...my problem. sorry, stevie." sam shrugged.

i rolled my eyes and walked out of the weight room.

•

in the middle of finn and i singing there's a light, carl burst onto stage.

"whoa, whoa! schuester are you messing with my woman? i thought we had a deal!" he yelled.

i raised my eyebrows and looked up at finn. finn looked weirded out and pulled us a little further away from the scene.

"i don't know what you're talking about." mr. schue said.

"oh, that excuse never works." i whispered and shook my head.

"shut up, stevie!" finn said through gritted teeth.

i rolled my eyes and listened to the fight unfolding before me.