Page 45 of A Hard Fit

As they approached, Finn noticed that Morgan was there too, slumped against Thomas, face green and fake mustache gone. “Everything all right?” Finn asked. Morgan did not look all right.

“Morgan needs to go home,” Thomas grumbled. “I can take him, make sure he gets there okay.”

Finn’s concern for Morgan was tempered by the sparks sent along his arm when Rory’s hand brushed against his.

“That’s nice of you,” Luka said, although he clearly didn't mean it.

Morgan groaned again.

Don’t you dare puke on my carpetwas Finn’s main thought.

“Do you have a plastic bag or two we can take with us?” Thomas asked Finn.

Finn rushed to the kitchen and came back with a handful of grocery bags and two bottles of water. “Here. Make him drink these before he passes out.”

“Thanks.” Thomas collected the items and hefted Morgan upright. “Well…” He looked at Luka. “I guess I’ll see you Monday.”

“Yeah.”

The disappointment on Luka’s face was clear. Finn felt bad for his friend, especially when his own heart was soaring.

Morgan’s cheeks bulged. “Air,” he burbled, lurching toward the front door.

“Have a good night,” Thomas mumbled, then they left.

Luka stared at the door, bereft.

“Sorry, man. That sucks,” Finn said.

Luka forced a smile onto his face. “Yeah. But…” He looked at Finn and Rory’s fingers now laced together and the smile shifted into a genuine one. “Let’s enjoy the party.”

“Has she lost that loving feeling?” Rory asked Finn, nodding toward the microphone.

“Fuck, no. That song’s too sad. I have a better idea.” Finn pulled Rory over to the karaoke machine, the touch lingering as they flipped through the song choices.

“Something to keep in mind,” Finn said, pointing at his suggestion and leaning over to whisper in Rory’s ear. “As bad as I am at singing?” He dropped his voice even lower. “That’s how good I am in bed.”

Rory giggled, a blush spreading over their cheeks. “God, I hope you’re awful at singing.”

Finn raised a confident eyebrow at them. “You’re about to find out.”

Luckily for Rory, they sang—or “sang,” in Finn’s case—You’re the One That I Want, Danny and Sandy’s happy ending song, and Finn was indeed truly terrible.

Luka was more his usual self as the night went on, insisting that Finn’s singing was not that bad—“When you actually hit the note, your tone is not the worst I’ve ever heard,” he said— and complimenting Georgia on her delicious purple Jell-O shots. And he sang. Oh, did he ever. Finn had never heard Luka sing so much. Usually, he had to be coaxed to do even one song for Finn, but he had clearly found a comfort zone at the party. He even busted out some of Britney’s choreo toToxic, at which point Finn started sending Luka Britney GIFs, snickering into Rory’s shoulder, completely and perfectly content.

But when Finn closed the door behind the last person to leave, the click was a cannon, a thunderbolt, a gong announcing a profound shift. He turned. Rory was watching.

“Hi,” they said, smile knowing and vulnerable all at once.

“Hi,” Finn said.

Finn wasn’t sure if he moved first or Rory did, then they were one, lips devouring, desperate and hungry.

“Rory,” Finn panted when they paused for air, foreheads touching.

“Yeah?” Rory replied, nimble fingers making quick work of Finn’s costume zipper.

“I just…”

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