A/N: So the start of the final part of the trilogy. I am kinda sad, honestly. I feel once I'm done with this, I can't write another Glee fic. I know that isn't true, but I honestly have put I think eight months into this already (with a good sized break there but still).

Obviously this is AU, has been AU from the start since Kurt never went to Dalton. The reason I bring this up is because of the fact that this will come into play in this fic.

Title is inspired by Cher's song All or Nothing. Will that song come into play in this fic? Maybe!

Each chapter will have a name this time, each inspired by a song.

Also, just because I labeled this a Finn/Will story, doesn't mean that it will be. It could be that I just want to keep it together with the other two when searched for.

Anyways, here we go!

All or Nothing – Chapter 1: Runaway Train

I sat at my desk, tapping my fingers. The clock ticked slowly by. The person next to me tried talking to me about the day's events, but I was too focused on willing the clock to move faster, so that I could go home, and just relax.

Finally, five o'clock hit, and I almost ran out the door. I pushed through the people on the street, blasting my Ipod as I went. It was a twenty-block walk home, but it was a nice one. It was cold, but not like Ohio would be this time of year. Portland was more mild, but it was wet. Oh well, better than a blizzard right?

I reached home about 5:30, and headed up the walkway to our townhouse. The smell of baked chicken, homemade mac'n'cheese, and vegetables came through the kitchen to the front door. I smiled as I put up my coat, and took off my wet shoes.

"Smells delicious!" I called out.

"Well it should!" a voice called from the kitchen. "I've been working on it all day!"

I walked into the kitchen. "Oh please Kurt. You had classes until 3. You've been working on it for two and a half hours."

"Well that's two and a half hours I'm never getting back and you better enjoy this dinner." My stepbrother shot me a look. "I'm serious. I've cooked every night this week. After tonight, it is your turn."

"Yes ma'am!"

"Now look, just because I dress up every now and then like a woman, Finn Hudson, doesn't mean you can call me ma'am." Kurt smirked.

Kurt had been my roommate since the year after I left Ohio. He had one more year to go of high school after me, and it was a good thing he came when he did. I had left Ohio right after graduation, looking to get as far away as I could. Oregon seemed like a great choice. Portland State University was a good school, and it meant not having to have daily reminders of Will Schuester.

I had moved in to the dorms for the first year, but then funding got cut, and I couldn't get a place in the dorms the second year. Unfortunately, with how nice Portland is, it can also come with a nice price tag on an apartment. Enter Kurt.

PSU had a great music program, so he moved out here with me. We both got part time jobs, and with loans, we were able to afford a good-sized apartment. After I graduated with a bachelors in accounting, we moved into the townhouse we were in now. A year later, Kurt graduated, and was now getting certified as a teacher at a local high school.

"By the way," Kurt said, stirring the vegetables he had going on the stove, "your mom called today."

I groaned. I had a horrible relationship with my mom now. Well, at least I did. I think she thought we were still cool and I was just too busy to talk to her. I just never could forgive her for being a mom and doing what a mom should do and put her foot down about Will. I made it through the year and a half of high school after Will left, barely having a conversation with her. Since I had moved to Portland, I had been home exactly four times. Once for Kurt's graduation, once for Christmas the next year which Kurt had dragged me to, once for Burt's fiftieth birthday, and once for the birth of our half sister. Yeah, Mom and Burt had a baby. Kayla Hummel. Kurt and I got to name her. She was now two years old, but I had only seen her that once, plus a time Burt came to visit. Mom said she needed her own vacation from the baby, since she was a stay-at-home mom now. I think it was that she didn't want to deal with the tension that was always there.

"Finn, you need to call her. Seriously. You need to just put Will Schuester behind you."

"Whatever. Is dinner almost ready?"

"Yeah," Kurt gave up. "So how was work?"

"Same ol', same ol'. I don't know why I thought becoming an accountant would be good."

"Because it affords us this townhouse."

"Are we going to live together the rest of our lives?"

"God I hope not. I plan on finding a sugar daddy."

"I thought that is what I was?"

"Sugar daddy implies sexual relations. And… while I would have been all for that in high school…"

"You still want me."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "While you have become better looking since high school, thanks to me and my gym routine no doubt, my romantic passion for you has been replaced by my brotherly love for you. Which is why I've invited a friend over tonight."

I groaned again. Kurt was just full of bad news tonight.

"A friend? Is this a set up?"

"Why Finn! Why would you think that?" Kurt exclaimed.

"Because the last time you brought a friend over, it was that guy Barry. And Barry was a flaming queen. And then you left us alone, and he tried making out with me. He slobbered all over my face. It was like kissing a dog."

"Well this friend isn't like that."

"Kurt…" I groaned.

"Finn Hudson!" Kurt slammed down his spatula. "You have been single for seven years now! You need a boyfriend!"

"We've had this discussion. I'm happy being single."

"You're the only one who is happy with you being single. None of us feel like we can date without worrying if you're going to be left out."

"And who is us?"

"Me. Brit. Tina. Even Mike felt weird bringing his girl around last Christmas."

"No one is asking you guys to feel weird."

"Finn, we just want to see you happy."

I sighed. It was a losing battle. They just didn't get that I wanted to be single. I hadn't had sex in five years. The only reason it wasn't seven years was that I got drunk at a party and ended up sleeping with this guy I didn't know. I regretted it, but blamed the alcohol. No one had even piqued my interest.

The doorbell rang, interrupting my thoughts.

"I'll get it," Kurt sang as he frolicked to the door. I rolled my eyes, and sighed in the miserable anticipation of tonight. A minute passed and then Kurt reappeared at the kitchen entryway.

"Finn, this is Blaine. Blaine, this is my stepbrother, Finn."

The curly haired brunette walked into the kitchen, smiling and greeting me, and at that moment, in walked the only person in seven years to pique my interest, and it only took five seconds and a smile.