Finn was in his and Kurt's basement playing video games with Puck when he heard it. A cry of pain followed by a string of curses. At first he thought it was his mom, but no. This voice sounded too young to be Carole's.
"Hold on, dude. I'm gonna go see where that sound came from." Finn told Puck. Puck shrugged as Finn walked past him, his eyes never leaving the screen.
Finn left his room and started upstairs to search for whatever or whoever was in distress. His answer came when he heard another jumble of swears being let loose from the bathroom.
Thinking somebody was hurt and couldn't move, Finn ran up the steps two at a time. He didn't even bother to note that the shower was running as he swung the door open.
He saw Kurt, his pale body shining with water drops and his wet hair flopping down in his face. He had one leg resting on the edge of the edge of the tub covered in what looked like shaving cream. The white foam was slowly turning red from a cut near his kneecap, probably caused by the razor in Kurt's hand.
Not that Finn noticed.
When he saw Kurt, his eyes widened and he involuntarily glanced down. Kurt lifted his head when he felt the rush of cool air coming from the open door. His eyes bugged out and he screamed much like Rachel did when Brittany accidentally ripped her autographed poster of Barbara Striesand.
"What are you doing?" Kurt shrieked. Finn's eyes never left it. He tried to look away but it just hung there like some gigantic elephant in the room, (and as much as it makes me blush and giggle like a preteen girl to write this) literally.
"I-I heard someone, I mean, I thought you were injured." Finn stammered. Kurt followed the taller teen's gaze and a look of horror appeared on his face. He quickly hid himself behind the shower curtain, blushing furiously.
"Get out!" He screamed, more mortified than angry. Finn fled the bathroom, blindly making his way down to the basement. He thought he was going to faint. Not from blood, oh no, never blood. From it. Finn couldn't believe it. Kurt was so small and fragile looking, yet underneath those skin tight jeans lied a monster. Finn shuddered, knowing he would never get that picture out of his head for as long as he lived.
It made Finn wonder how Kurt could sit in those jeans, let alone with his legs crossed like he did during glee.
The boy took several deep breaths before returning to the basement. Puck glanced up from the TV and frowned when he saw how red Finn was.
"What's up with you?" Puck asked. Finn didn't respond. He sat down in silence and tried to get back into the game but all he could think of was Kurt and his… he didn't even want to say it. A little while later, Kurt shuffled into the room, red faced and grabbed his keys from the dresser.
"I'm going out for a long, long time." He announced quietly and left the room. Puck looked from Kurt to Finn in confusion.
"What happened?" He asked. Finn tried to think of a way to tell Puck.
"Hey Puck?" Finn asked after a long moment of silence.
"Yea dude?" His best friend asked.
"You know how you're always joking that Kurt's probably the size of your finger?" He asked. Puck nodded.
"Yea?"
"Well he is." Finn replied. Puck laughed.
"If your finger was over eight inches long."