Hi there!

Okay, so for those who already know me, I'm here with a new story sooner than I thought. Which is great, because I really love writing! :)

I'm reading a NCIS: LA fic (if you're into the show, you should read it, because it's brilliant; its name is 'A Christmas Carol G Style') based on "A Christmas Carol" and that got me thinking... What about I make it about Finn?

So here I am, writing about it and I hope to have it ready by Christmas Eve. I'm planning on this to be just about 5 chapters long, so I'm hoping that would be no problem on having this ready on time! Let's hope I'm correct! :)

Also, I'm undecided about marking this as a Finn story or a Finn/Rachel story... So far, it's Finn's, but if you think I should change it to Finn/Rachel, let me know!

Now, onto the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or A Christmas Carol. I do own, however, the computer where I'm writing this!

Finn's Christmas Carol

Chapter 1: Finn, the Scrooge

The party was dead a long time ago and he should have gone home as soon as he realized it. Sure making that good deed for Mr. Schue felt great, but dealing with Puck flirting with Rachel? That was too much.

Yes, she wasn't his girlfriend anymore, but he kind of let her know that he was healing by smiling at her, right? He wasn't sure if she saw that, though.

After that, Mr. Schue put on the new version of the movie A Christmas Carol, with Jim Carrey, and they watched it, all of them sitting on the floor, with a bag of popcorn in their hands.

Eventually, the movie ended and the teacher suggested them to have a little party, with some happy talking about their last year, some singing, since they had made all the cookies and stuff. And Finn was more than happy to spend a little more time with his friends on Christmas Eve. He was just sad that Kurt wasn't there as well.

Then, while he was searching for Rachel discretely, he saw Puck approaching her. Unconsciously, he frowned. Puck said something and Rachel answered, then he put a hand on her arm while saying something. She giggled and he squeezed her arm lightly. For a moment, Finn saw everything red. Why did Puck have to steal all his girls?

Not that Rachel was his girl. Not anymore.

Then something like hatred grew on his chest. And it wasn't because of Puck, or Rachel. It was the Christmas time, all jolly and happy and forgiveness. And he didn't feel any of those things. Not in that moment, for what matters.

So, he decided the party was dead.

He said his goodbyes to the club and apologized Mr. Schue for leaving so early.

"No problem, Finn!" the teacher said "It was great to have you here! Thanks for coming!"

He just nodded and head to the door. However, before he turned his back to his teammates in the room, he glanced over at Rachel one last time. He regretted it instantly. Puck was leaning and whispering something into her ear and she had a small smile on her lips.

Yeah, the party was definitely dead.


Kurt, who was home to spend the holidays with his family, heard a loud thump from upstairs and went to see what had happened. While running across the stairs, he heard a crash this time. The noise came from Finn's bedroom. The boy must be kicking furniture again, he thought to himself.

He opened the door and there was a chair tumbled on the floor. His stepbrother didn't notice his entrance in the room. Instead he was crashing and stomping on every Christmas ornament, with which he had neatly decorated his room a few days before.

That was odd. Finn loved Christmas. What the hell had gone into his mind?

"Finn?" Kurt called, startling the other boy.

He furrowed his brows and aggressively asked.

"Don't you ever knock?"

"Oh, I'm sorry I was worried that my brother was fallen and had a broken leg or arm…" the diva male replied, sarcastically.

There was a minute of silence and then Finn kept his task on destroying as much Christmas symbols as he could.

"What are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm relieving my anger on Christmas."

"That far I already got. I wanna know why. Did you pull on a Grinch?" Kurt insisted.

Finn took a deep sigh and turn to his brother.

"I, officially, hate Christmas."

Kurt's shocked expression was beyond explanation.

"Why? I mean, you spent the last month talking about how Christmas was your favorite time of the year, how it was going to be awesome to spend it with Ra… Oh… I get it."

"No, you don't. It's not because of her." Kurt looked at him, skeptical

"You know you could always forgive her. She's just as heartbroken as you are."

"See, that's exactly why I hate Christmas, because it is all about being happy and to forgive people and stuff like that and I don't feel it, okay? Just let me be alone with my bad feelings."

Kurt gave him a small nod, but didn't leave the room. Moments later, he decided to speak again.

"You should, at least, talk to her, or hear what she has to say to you."

Finn turned around and there were angry sparks coming from his eyes.

"I don't care what she has to say. And I really hope she doesn't bother again and try to tell me one single word."

"You're just hurt. It's understandable, but…"

"Just shut up! I don't wanna hear about her, I don't wanna hear you, and, most of all, I don't wanna hear about Christmas, so let me put all this trash in the bin."

His brother frowned and shook his head, unpleasant.

"You're such a Scrooge! And there's no need to be so aggressive with me. I was just trying to help."

Finn snorted at Kurt.

"I don't need your help. I'm fine by my own. And yeah, let me be Scrooge, I don't care. Christmas sucks anyways."

"Okay, then, have fun when the ghosts come to pay you a visit!"

"Just piss off, Kurt!" he yelled angry.

The fashion-obsessed left the room, with a slightly offended expression. Finn wasn't proud on how he treated his new brother. However, in that moment, he couldn't care less.

Tell me... how horrible was it? Very much? Not at all? Already curious about who are the ghosts?

Let me know!