(Finn's POV)

Apparently, it's almost the Christmas break and I get to do all the Halo I want. Thank Jesus for Halo & his halo, if that ever makes sense. I wonder if Halo was based on Jesus Christ and his life, I wonder if there were energy swords back then, course there can't, but then again in Science class, they did say there was energy even when the world created, so I guess so. I got home from a rusty day of school and mom asked me to help Burt set up the Christmas decorations.

"Honey, can you help Burt set up the decors?" Mom asked.

Ever since my mom wed Kurt's dad, she's gotten softer and softer each day, I have no idea why, but it's pretty cool. She doesn't mind about my bedtime anymore, if I still had one, I mean she does check on me sometimes, but whatever. I'm 6 freakin' 3 feet. Like sleeping can still help me turn into a giant.

"Sure." I replied. Since I wasn't carrying really anything, I went straight ahead to Burt and offered him some help.

"Thanks, Finn. I could sure use your height right now. Say, can you hang those up there?" Burt requested. Sometimes being 6'3 has its benefits, although the only disadvantage of being tall is having to sleep on a bed that make your feet hang out. I could sure use Santa right now to help me with that problem. Although, since we moved in about 2 – 3 weeks ago, probably Burt's going to get me a new bed in Kurt's room. According to the couple, they did say I would get my room next year, renovation takes long and workers in Lima just take slow, even just for a room, so for 9 months, I'd be sharing a room with Kurt.

There's no problem sharing with Kurt and all, I mean, though he's gay and all, it's cool, I promise that I'd protect him, and I'm sure he's lay off the whole gay thing off me, it's cool, it's cool. But probably, what if he's still laying it on me? Nah, I don't think so.

"Good job Finn, we're done with the décors. Say, you do know Kurt's coming back for the holidays right?" Burt asked.

"Really? Never knew, but it'd be glad to have him back." Kurt, Kurt, if it wasn't for Karofsky, you'd be still in McKinley, singing with New Directions, not the Warblers. But it's really for your good. It's like we never had a chance to even say goodbye when you went to Dalton Academy, you really are scared of Karofsky, huh? All of us miss you. Mom, Burt, Mercedes, even Rachel misses you, I'm not sure what she's done with you but I guess it made her happy, but it doesn't matter. We had the biggest conflict ever, and I can't wait to tell you, you usually help me with these problems; you're like my bigger brother when it comes to like, what's this called, spirituality? Meanwhile, I just protect you physically, but we share same benefits together as step-brothers.

"So when is Kurt coming back?" I asked Burt.

"Probably in about 4 days, when Christmas break starts for all." Burt replied while cleaning up the fireplace.

"But it's in 5 days, not 4." I answered.

"Yeah, well, Kurt needs to go back as fast as he can. He misses you know, all he can do is just text me with 'I miss you so much & the family' notes and he'd be totally eager to get back to his own home. He never had a chance to experience you as a brother yet, even."

Burt had a very strong point. We never did experience each other as brothers, just good friends, that's just it; though Kurt was in some need of brotherly help, I never got the opportunity to do it, I let the other Glee club guys help me with it, or more of let them do it on their own, leaving me by the angels.

But I swear, when Karofsky gets booted for good or Kurt decides to go back facing the challenges, I will be there to protect him. I need to prove myself and do my promise as a brother from my parents to really step up a notch and get protective. but not too protective, of course. Kurt's not my little sister, I think he can handle things on his own anyway, we're 16 anyway.

"Boys, dinner time! You know you can't resist my pie & macaroni!" Mom yelled from the kitchen.

"You have to admit, Carole's pie really gets me going. Like eating 20 of those and I'll be the happiest man on earth." Burt said.

Did you know Kurt's house is bigger than mine? Well, probably you have, but I guess it's just big. I mean, the parents are giving me extra space for my room and I can finally breathe in it. It's not a closet anymore. It's gonna be a room, and the fact that Mom had to yell her way to tell us to eat, it's new and cool. I always wanted to have shouting moms to call us when we're going to eat.

Burt rushed to the dinner table as he smelled the big ass pie, and sat down. I just followed along and sat. Our family never said any prayers, so we just dug in ahead. Mom's naturally a good cook, though she really has less time cooking, we'd usually get take out because mom's always out to work, and doing chores and stuff, meanwhile I'd be in school, but since we have Kurt's dad, or my step-dad, Burt, probably stress is less, unless Burt's work time is same as Mom's, then I'd still be pretty screwed with the stress.

Looking at the view of mom's pie and macaroni soup felt pretty relaxing and all, I sure was stressed by school, but everybody gets stressed anyway, you can't deny that. Though I was curious, where's the mac & cheese? Right when I thought of it, she read my mind and…

"Since it's Christmas season, I might as well not really use mac & cheese for dinner, honey. It's less winter-y and more of summer, but it sounds cheesy anyway. There's the cheese in your mac & cheese, honey."

As much as how cheesy & truthful that was, I may as well have to agree with her cheesy sayings. It was getting cold anyway, so I guess macaroni soup's good for like the whole winter, and my hands too. Macaroni, macaroni. I wonder how it was named macaroni.

Mac and cheese or not, this tasted good definitely. I could eat this for the whole winter and sleep until spring, what do you call that thing again? Fibernate? Hydronate? Whatever, not in my plans anyway, so I'll just watch myself eat and Burt cannibalizing his plate. You know, I never heard Burt try to convince me to call him dad or the same way with Mom to Kurt, probably they're cool with it, but I guess it's pretty cool calling Burt dad, though it may seem awkward, I should get used to it, but I don't want to call him dad yet and all, I mean they just got married, and suddenly I'm calling him dad? That's gonna wait.

This macaroni's good. Heck, very good, I'd eat it like a monster it if I could, but mom taught me manners, probably as a midnight snack, but I'm not sure if soup's possible for snacks.