Hi everyone! Purplebombshell here. This is my first story, it's a furt bromance/one sided crush. It is set in season 1, so spoilers for that. Some canon events will occur, some won't, but this will become clear as the story progresses. I currently have no beta, so this may have mistakes, but just bear with for the time being please.

Please read and review, but only constructive critisism please! Flames will be deleted, so save yourself the effort.

Enjoy!

Kurt watched Finn in the mirror in his locker. He was coming down the hallway with Quinn, and annoyingly they still looked sickeningly in love. Kurt remembered his dad telling him to give Finn a ride home in his car. Internally, Kurt thrilled at the excuse to talk to him. He thanked everything that was good and holy that he had a locker practically next door to Finn's. That was the one good thing about his school day-apart from glee-making small talk with Finn.

"Hello Finn."

"Oh, uh, hey dude," said Finn, sparing him a small glance as he put his books away.

"Um, dad asked me to take you back to ours. I think he wants to sort, like, game tickets or something." Kurt tried to keep the excitement out of his voice.

"Oh, sweet," Finn's face brightened at the prospect of seeing a game, before it fell upon the realisation that Kurt-resident gay who had a major crush on him-would be driving him. "But, uh, I can walk. I don't want to be any trouble."

Kurt gave him an odd look.

"Finn, it's pouring outside."

"Oh, right..." Finn cast around his mind desperately for another excuse, before accepting that he would have to share a ride with Kurt. "Ok."

I hope he doesn't try anything...

Just then, Karofsky walked past, shoving Kurt.

"Sup fag."

Kurt stumbled and fell into Finn, who looked shocked for a second before pushing him away like he had been burned.

Was he trying to feel me up or something?

Kurt righted himself, blushing furiously, and brushed his clothes off.

"Sorry about that, Finn," he said, before turning back to his mirror and fixing his hair. Finn rolled hid eyes before catching sight of something in Kurt's locker. He leant over to get a better look.

"Dude, what is all that crap?"

"What?" Kurt turned his head. "Those are my books."

"No, no, the other stuff. In the blue basket."

"Oh, that. Those are my emergency supplies. Hairspray, comb, nail file, chapstick, face wipes and so on."

"Right..." said Finn, slightly bemused.

"I also keep a spare shirt here, in case of slushies," Kurt continued with a pointed look at Finn, who had the good graces to at least look slightly guilty.

"Right, let's go," said Kurt, clutching the strap of his messenger bag.

Finn really hoped no one saw him getting into Kurt's car. Dude probably had a pink mini, or something. However, he was pleasantly surprised when Kurt came to a halt in front of a black Navigator.

"He dude, sweet ride!"

"Were you expecting a pink mini?" Kurt asked, with a playful look on his face.

"Er nope."

Kurt gave him a 'yeah right' look, but dropped it.

"Oh, before we set off, I need to call Jack and tell him I'm not gonna be in today."

"Who's Jack?"

"A guy at the mechanics I work at," said Kurt, pulling out his phone.

"Wait, you work at a mechanics?"

"Yeah, my dad owns it."

Finn pondered this while Kurt called Jack.

As Kurt started the car, Finn said:

"I wouldn't have expected you to work at a garage."

Kurt shot him a sideways glance before responding.

"Yeah, no one expects the local fag to know his way around a car."

"Don't... don't call yourself that," said Finn uncomfortably.

Kurt looked at him.

"Why? It's not like you've never called me that before."

"Yeah, but that was the old me," said Finn. "I joined glee. I've changed."

At this, Kurt looked over at him and smiled, causing Finn to internally freak out.

Oh my god he likes me. What am I doing in his car? He's going to try and kiss me. He already tried to feel me up earlier...ewww.

Kurt pulled into the driveway, and Finn was out of the car like a shot. Kurt got out frowning.

"Finn, you left your bag," he said, passing it to him. Their hands brushed briefly as Kurt was passing the bad, and Finn snatched his hand back like he had been burned. Kurt looked concerned.

"Finn, are you ok?"

"Uh, yeah," Finn searched for a suitable excuse. "Just, uh, super hungry. Yeah."

Kurt have him an odd look, but didn't press it. He let himself in, holding the door for Finn, who headed straight to the kitchen. Kurt rolled his eye and followed him.

Finn was already eating a brownie.

"Yes, you may," said Kurt sarcastically.

"Oh, sorry dude," said Finn around a mouthful of brownie. "These are really good."

"Thank you," said Kurt, taking some blackberries out of the fridge. "I made them."

Finn's eyes went wide.

"Don't look so surprised," said Kurt indignantly.

"I'm not I just...wow dude, these are amazing."

"Why thank you," said Kurt, with a mock bow. He sat at the kitchen island and pulled out a Vogue. Finn wrinkled his nose.

"Dude, a Vogue? Really?"

"What?"

Finn squinted at the cover. "Who even is that?"

"Coco Chanel," said Kurt, looking at him expectantly.

"..."

"You know who Coco Chanel is, right?"

"Er, yeah..."

"Oh my god," said Kurt, sliding next to Finn, with his magazine open on a double spread.

Finn was internally freaking out.

Ewwwwwww.

Just then Burt came into the kitchen.

"Hey kids, can you come into the living room? Carole and I have some exciting news to tell you."

Finn and Kurt exchanged a look before Finn hurriedly looked away.

They sat down in the living room.

"Ok, so you know me and Carole have been seeing each other for a while now," started Burt.

Finn shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Well, we have decided-" Burt was cut off by Carole.

"Finn, we're moving in with them!"

Both Finn and Kurt sat still, staring. Neither of them spoke-Finn physically couldn't, and Kurt didn't trust himself to not squeal in excitement.

"And, uh, just for the time being," continued Burt, "I hope it's ok if you two share a room for a little while."

Kurt focused on keeping his heartbeat steady.

Finn, however, was focusing on not letting his thoughts spill out of his mouth.

Ok he is definitely going to try something, oh my god. I bet he planned this to get close to me. Well at least I don't have to share a bed with him...right?

"And, Finn, Kurt, I hope you're ok with this, but Finn's bed is being delivered tomorrow, so he doesn't have anyplace to sleep tonight, so I was hoping you two could share a bed?" Said Carole tentatively.

"I mean, Kurt's bed is plenty big enough," interjected Burt.

"And you've shared a bed with Noah plenty of times, Finn," finished Carole.

Finn was desperate to tell them that this was different, that he couldn't share a bed with Kurt, or even a room, because Kurt was gay. And he had a crush on him.

But Burt Hummel was one heck of a scary man, and he was pretty sure he had a shotgun hidden somewhere.

Hopefully his bed is big enough so I don't have to touch him...

Kurt led Finn down the stairs to his room, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he went.

Why is he so excited? Wondered Finn. Oh right...

Kurt opened the door, and Finn mentally prepared himself for the barrage of colour that was sure to grace his eyes.

Actually, it wasn't too bad. Obviously too girly for Finn to sleep in, but it was a kind of silvery grey colour. There was a pattern covering one wall, a gigantic vanity table, covered in all sort of bottles, a desk with a laptop and school books strewn across it, and a fair-sized bed in the corner. There was a big empty space in the middle, which Finn didn't quite understand.

"Dude, what is the empty space for?"

"Dancing," replied Kurt simply.

"...Right"

Finn looked around the room. Hopefully he would not have to share a room for too long, as this room was way to girly for him to handle it. He shook his head, realising that Kurt was talking.

"So I'll clear out half of my closet for your stuff, hopefully that will be enough room for you..."

Kurt had stopped in front of a massive closet. He threw the doors open, and started rifling through his clothes.

"I'll take out the outfits I don't wear as much..."

Finn was staring at the sheer amount of clothes with a look of bafflement on his face. Why did anyone need that many clothes? He was sure that Quinn didn't even have that many clothes.

While Kurt was pulling out clothes hangers and muttering to himself, Finn wandered over to the vanity, and began looking through all of Kurt's bottles. Three cans of hairspray?

"Hey dude, what's this?" Finn asked, holding up a bottle of skin coloured liquid.

Kurt looked over at him.

"Uh, foundation," he said.

"Isn't that like that makeup stuff?"

"Yeah," said Kurt. "Problem?"

"Uh no."

He held up a bottle of clear liquid. "What's this for?"

"That's my toner. It cleanses and removes oil and..."

Finn tuned out.

"Ok that's the closet, I'll clear out a couple of drawers."

Kurt knelt on the floor, opened a drawer and began taking out a number of scarves.

Finn was shocked at the amount of time it took for Kurt to clear even a little bit of his closet. He began wandering around the bedroom, looking at the decor.

"Ok done," said Kurt. He was holding an armful of various coloured scarves.

"Dude, how many do you have there?"

"Not that many," said Kurt frowning. "This is only like a quarter."

Finn refrained from commenting.

It was a strained dinner that evening. Finn tried to avoid looking at Kurt, and Burt and Carole made a few tentative attempts at starting a conversation, before giving up.

After dinner, Finn refused to get changed in front of Kurt, eventually retreating to the en suite.

He came out of the bathroom to see Kurt sitting at his vanity applying various creams to his face. Finn sat on the bed, and watched as Kurt spent a good 20 minutes on his skincare regime.

"Why do you spend that long on your face?"

"Because I break out otherwise, and I do not want that to happen."

Finn got into bed as Kurt turned the light out, and heard him pad over to the bed, and felt him get in.

They lay there for a second, before Finn broke the silence.

"Night Kurt."

There was a pause.

"Night Finn."

Finn was semi awake the next morning when he registered something-someone- warm cuddled up to him.

Huh, that's strange. I didn't think Quinn had stayed the night.

The person in question shifted a bit, and snuggled up closer. Finn struck this as very odd, as Quinn didn't snuggle much.

He opened his eyes and looked straight into the face of none other than a sleeping Kurt Hummel.