Summary: Early January. Blaine and Kurt still just friends, Blaine doesn't know about Kurt's feelings for him. Blaine over for the evening, Finn has ND guys over. Burt & Carol are out. Finn/Puck/Blaine bonding. Takes place between The Sue Sylvester Shuffle, and Silly Love Songs (pretend that Kurt already got his sex talk. I just had to include that line, hope it doesn't bother anyone that I switched that time frame, but it doesn't mean that Blaine knows about Kurt's feelings, just the talk).
Tagline: "I thought you were sensitive to the products I use on my face, Finn," Kurt glared, resorting to his last defense: words. Finn grinned impishly at him and pressed the sharpie to his skin to make the first mark. "Sorry, dude. Welcome to your first guys' sleepover."
A/N: I really want there to be some mad bro bonding between Blaine and the ND guys. This HAS to happen next season! I can't wait to see how they treat him, since we really haven't seen any direct interactions between ND guys and Blaine. I expect them to be wary of him, because they will expect him to be like Kurt, since he's also gay & Kurt is the only 'gay' they know. They don't mean to be that ignorant, but I think they will be - at first at least, but then they'll get over it.
Disclaimer: I have all my hair, so unfortunately I am not Ryan Murphy & do not own Glee.
Chapter 1
The Hudmel family dinner had taken place as usual, but this particular Friday night in late January Burt and Carole had a movie date, leaving their boys with the run of the house.
Their parents' date had been unanticipated, so at first both Kurt and Finn just sat together in the living room watching TV, contemplating the possibilities.
"We should totally get everyone over here for a wicked party," Finn was saying.
Kurt scrunched up his nose in displeasure. "Dad would kill us! We didn't even ask."
Finn groaned in frustration. He knew Kurt was right, of course, but did he have to be so right?
"Maybe I'll call Blaine..." Kurt mused beside him. He had his phone out, contemplating it and biting his lip nervously.
Finn's head shot up from the back of the couch and he stared at Kurt, then burst out laughing. Kurt started and glared at Finn, face flushing in either anger or embarrassment – Finn was laughing too hard to tell which.
"What's so funny?" Kurt demanded.
"Dude," Finn said, trying desperately to calm his grin in the face of Kurt's intimidating stare. "If Burt wouldn't let us have everyone over without asking, then he definitely wouldn't let you ask Blaine over." Finn paused, "and especially without him or mom here," he added as an afterthought, casting Kurt a sly look.
Kurt flushed even harder than before. "Blaine and I are just friends, Finn," he said. There was a touch of regret in his voice which he hoped Finn hadn't noticed. As a distraction, he returned Finn's sly look and said, "You know, I could always tell dad that you had sex with Santana last year because she pressured you into it. Then he'd be giving you 'The Talk' as well." Kurt smiled in triumph at the horrified look on Finn's suddenly paling face.
"Okay, fine, you can invite Blaine," Finn sighed, knowing when he'd been beat.
Kurt grinned and jumped up from the couch, clapping with excitement.
"But!" Finn yelled, trying to regain Kurt's rapidly wandering attention. Kurt, who had once again pulled out his phone and had his thumb hovering over speed dial 2, looked up.
"But," Finn repeated, "If you get to invite Blaine over, then I get to invite someone over too."
"Who?" Kurt asked, sitting back down on the couch. "I'm assuming you mean Quinn..." Kurt's face scrunched in confusion. "Or is it Rachel now?"
Finn was silent, and Kurt knew he'd said something wrong. He placed his phone off to the side and tried to retrace his steps. "I'm sorry, Finn, if I said something to upset you. We can talk about it if you want," he offered.
Finn shook his head. "No, thanks Kurt. I just need to figure things out for myself right now. But just so you know, I'm not dating either of them – or anyone – right now."
"Oh," Kurt started apologetically. "Look, Finn, I text with Mercedes all the time, but our – I mean your – 'gleemances' form and fall apart faster than she can type sometimes. It's hard to keep track of everything when I'm not actually at McKinley." He gave Finn a small smile to show that he hadn't meant any offense by his previous comment, while simultaneously trying to resist the urge to ask Finn for more details (he'd have to call Mercedes for the un-abridged story later). But thinking of his best girl gave him an idea.
"Actually," Kurt said, perking up, "Mercedes told me that tonight she's having a girls' night over at her place."
Finn raised his eyebrows at Kurt, wondering what that could possibly have to do with anything.
Kurt rolled his eyes and tried to break it down for him. "I think what you need right now, Finn, is a little time away from all the girl drama. Why don't you call up some of the guys and have them here to hang out. Watch a game – or whatever it is you do with guy friends."
"What does that mean?" Finn asked. Kurt raised an eyebrow, not understanding. Finn elaborated. "You said 'whatever it is you do with guy friends,' what do you mean by that?"
Kurt sighed. "Are you trying to make a gay joke Finn? Because I really thought we were past that."
"No!" Finn said, hurt that Kurt would think that after all they'd been through. "I just... are you saying that you've never had guy friends before?" Finn's eyes were wide as he asked the question, as if he couldn't comprehend such a thing.
Kurt gave Finn a pitying look. "Finn," he said, voice ironic, "did you really think that I'd had guy friends before?" Finn still didn't understand. Kurt continued. "The whole school seemed to know that I was gay before I even came out to anyone. Even when I was little, none of the other boys wanted to play with me, so the only close friends I've ever had were girls. Even in Glee club I was never close with any of the guys. Most of them never talked to me in rehearsals unless they had to."
"But, what about with Karofsky?" Finn asked, struggling to understand. "Sam, and Mike and Artie, they all stood up for you then."
Kurt dragged a hand through his hair, slightly mussing it, and Finn knew that he must not be getting something or else Kurt would never intentionally mess up his own hair.
"Sure," Kurt conceded, "You all stood up for me when the Karofsky thing was going on; but," he continued, willing Finn to understand, "that's not the same as saying 'Hi' to me at my locker, or talking to me between classes, or inviting me to hang out after school."
Finn took a moment to digest this, which made Kurt nervous.
"Have you done that stuff at Dalton?" Finn asked finally.
Kurt smiled and looked off to somewhere Finn couldn't see. He opened his mouth to explain, but Finn didn't think he could stand hearing Kurt praise his new classmates for their openness and acceptance, especially after hearing him cut his supposed Glee friends down after they'd done so much to defend him.
"I get it," Finn said, trying to keep his tone light. "I'm happy for you, Kurt." And he was. But he was worried that Kurt was liking Dalton too much and that he'd never want to return to McKinley. It wasn't fair that he'd begun to become close with Kurt now, only for Kurt to be drifting away, apparently without even wanting to look back. There had to be something he could do to fix this, to show Kurt that he, and everyone in Glee, really cared about Kurt and wanted him back.
"How about this?" Finn said, inspiration hitting him. "Since the girls are having a girls' night, why don't we have a guys' night?" Kurt gave him a panicked look and opened his mouth to object, but Finn could guess what he was going to say, and cut him off before he got started, "It would be non-alcoholic!" He didn't even think there was much alcohol left in the house anyways after the party he'd been to with Puck last weekend, but Kurt didn't need to know about that.
"It would just be the guys from New Directions, and Blaine, and it'll be really casual. Hanging out with the guys, like you wanted, right?" he asked, looking to Kurt for approval. Kurt was biting his lip, but he seemed to be hiding a smile, so Finn went on.
Finn leaned over and nudged Kurt with his large shoulder. "We'll have a great time, and we'll show you what real men do when hanging out," he said in his butch-est voice, "not whatever those Nancy prep-school boys have been doing with you." Kurt scoffed, but was fully smiling now, and Finn mentally patted himself on the back for a job well done.
He glanced quickly at the clock and a plan started to formulate. "It's only 6:28 right now," Finn said. "Because this is going to be so short notice, there probably won't even be that many people over to begin with, so we don't have to worry about that. Mom and Burt are going to that late movie across town that won't get out 'till 11:00, and it will take them another half hour to get home after that. That gives us plenty of time to have some people over, if only for a few hours. And we can make sure they all split before the parents get home."
Kurt stared at Finn in shock. Finn could be slow about a lot of things, but if there was one thing he was good at it was coming up with well-put-together plans on the spot; he'd done it at their Sectionals last year, and now it seemed he'd done it again.
Kurt relaxed his shoulders, not having realised how much he'd tensed up when he'd been ranting to Finn, and gave him an approving smile. Finn was preparing for a bro-hug to seal the moment when Kurt's phone buzzed on the couch beside him. Kurt jumped in surprise and picked it up, checking the caller ID before squeaking in excitement, and answering the phone.
"Hi, Blaine!" He said as he slid off the couch and strolled slowly out of the room, "I was just about to call you."
Kurt left the living room and their conversation faded into the hallway, leaving Finn alone on the couch, the TV still playing in the background. He smirked after Kurt: from the way Kurt answered Blaine's call, and his defensive tone when talking about their relationship earlier that Kurt thought he hadn't noticed, Kurt couldn't be more obvious if he tried.
The clock on the mantle chimed, marking the passing of the half hour, and Finn realized that he had better get going on inviting people if they were going to have any time to hang out at all before Burt and Carole got back from their movie. He dialed Puck's number first, and as he waited for him to answer, he hoped that with everyone over tonight, they would be able to show Kurt exactly what he was missing out on being away from McKinley.
Artie was the first one to be dropped off not 15 minutes after Finn had made his calls. Finn promised Artie's dad that they weren't planning on being too late, and that he would be able to give Artie a ride home in his pickup truck later that evening.
Puck and Mike arrived within minutes of each other. Puck came in the door complaining about the lack of hot girls available for dates that night, saying it was the only reason he'd bothered to show up. Mike said that he'd normally be out with Tina on a Friday night, but since the girls were having that sleep over he'd had nothing to do, so he was relieved to have escaped a night of his mother harping on him about his math grade.
Sam came in last, having taken the bus and walking the 10 minutes from the nearest bus stop to the Hudmel house.
All the boys of New Directions greeted Kurt with the same enthusiasm, slapping him on the back or giving him friendly bro-punches to the shoulder. Kurt appreciated the sentiment, but wished that they would be a little gentler about it.
They convened in the living room, where Finn had already broken out the Xbox and controllers. Kurt was busy running around the living room, moving everything breakable to higher shelves to accommodate the room for the New Directions boys, and dusting and wiping and shining anything he could reach, to prepare for Blaine.
Finally deeming the room ready, Kurt settled down on the single lounge chair and opened his magazine while the rest of the boys gathered around the controllers, fighting for rights to the first match. They started up a game of Super Smash Bros, and it was 20 minutes before any words other than cursing and yelling were heard above the annoying sounds of game play and background theme music.
Sam, who had lost the last match and thus had to concede his controller to Finn, was coming back from the kitchen, a can of coke in one hand. He strolled over to Kurt's chair and leaned heavily on the backrest. Kurt looked up in surprise as the chair shifted, but smiled when he saw that it was Sam. Sam may be new, but Kurt felt like he had the closest connection with him out of all the New Directions guys, except maybe for Finn.
Sam glanced momentarily down at the page Kurt was reading. It was a large article set beside some pictures of young girls dressed up like adult glamour models, which Sam thought was weird. He hated the whole beauty pageant concept, and wouldn't let his little sister watch Toddlers & Tiaras at home. He wondered why Kurt was reading about something like that, since he was usually so moral about stuff. But maybe now wasn't the time to get into it.
"How come you're not playing?" Sam asked, taking a swig from his can.
Kurt glanced at the screen and cringed as Pikachu was sent flying off into the distance, screaming shrilly the whole way. Finn laughed in triumph. Puck cursed and punched him.
"Smash Bros isn't really my style..." Kurt said.
Finn looked up at this and paused the game.
"Hey, what are you doing man? I was just about to get the hammer!" Artie complained.
Finn ignored him and swivelled on the spot to fully face Kurt.
"Kurt, I'm sorry," he said. "We should be doing sometime all of us can be into."
Kurt was about to object, to say he didn't mind that much and that he'd been meaning to get to his magazine eventually, but Finn cut him off.
"No, Kurt. Tonight was supposed to be about us all hanging out together," he put down his controller in a mover Kurt assumed was supposed to symbolise how much Finn meant his words.
"Fine," Kurt was impressed by Finn's persistence, "though I don't think that anything I'll want to do is going to interest you guys."
"No facials, hair braiding, nail painting, naked pillow fights, or talking about boys," Puck agreed in a serious tone. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"You honestly think that that's what girls do during sleepovers?" he asked, exasperated. "I can tell you from firsthand experience that none of that happens." Kurt went back to his magazine to finish his article (he hated leaving an article halfway through), but noticed after a moment that the other boys had gone quiet.
They don't believe that I've been to girls' sleepovers, Kurt realised. He decided to milk the situation for all it was worth. He hmmm'ed thoughtfully to catch their attention, finger to his chin and eyes cast upwards.
"Except for the naked pillow fighting bit," Kurt amended, looking around the room at his audience. "Mercedes has a really good arm; you don't want to be cornered by her. Rachel is really good at whipping pillow cases, and don't even get me started on Santana and Brittany's double teaming." And he nonchalantly went back to reading his magazine.
A beat.
"Hah!" Artie laughed weakly, "he's making it up." He looked around him for confirmation from the others, but they all looked just as unsure as he felt.
Kurt's shoulders were shaking. He couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.
"You – yuh, you ssssshould hah–have seeeeen your faces!" he cried, abandoning his magazine and clutching his stomach instead, trying to hold in the laughter that was rolling out of him.
"You think you're pretty funny, eh Hummel?" Puck ground out. He looked as if all his greatest hopes had been dashed to smithereens against a wall. "I'll give you something to laugh about."
Puck lunged at Kurt's chair, grabbed the small boy by the ankles and hauled him to the ground. Kurt shrieked in surprise. Puck sat over his knees and pinned his arms to his sides. "Get him, boys!" he commanded.
"Roger!" Finn agreed, reading Puck's mind. Hands descended on Kurt, wriggling over him, searching out his most sensitive places.
"Ohmigod – no! Stop it," Kurt gasped. He was so ticklish! Why had he ever told Finn? He shrieked some more and tried to kick his legs out from under Puck to fight them off, but Puck wouldn't budge and his hold on Kurt's arms was too strong.
"Grab a pen!" Puck yelled over Kurt's noise. Finn sprinted to the kitchen and yanked a pen from the drawer by the phone.
"Sorry little bro," Finn said as he slid back to Kurt's side. He pressed a firm hand to Kurt's forehead to stop him from thrashing side-to-side and drew the uncapped sharpie closer to Kurt's cheek. The others stopped tickling him so that Finn could draw properly, but kept laughing and high-fiving each other over his captive body.
"I thought you were sensitive to the products I use on my face, Finn," Kurt glared, resorting to his last defence: words.
Finn grinned impishly at him and pressed the sharpie to his skin to make the first mark. "Sorry, dude. Welcome to your first guys' sleepover."
Kurt felt the tip drag over his skin in a circular motion, but tried not to move. If he struggled, then Finn would only mess up and probably fleck his entire face with sharpie marks. The sooner Finn finished, the sooner he could get up and wash it off, Kurt told himself.
"Hurry up, dude, I call next," Sam laughed from somewhere on Kurt's left.
Shit. How was he supposed to get out of this?
And then the doorbell rang.
Oh thank God.
"I got it!" Kurt yelled. With a mighty heave he wrenched himself from their grasps and ran to the front door.
He opened it to find a smiling Blaine standing on the doorstep.
"Blaine," Kurt gasped, out of breath.
Blaine was smiling at him, and opened his mouth to say something, but Kurt didn't hear it. All he could do was stare. Blaine was wearing his glasses instead of his regular contacts. Also, his hair was ungelled and so irresistibly touchable. But Kurt was dragged from his stupor when Blaine did a double take, swallowing whatever greeting he'd been about to issue, and got his own good look at Kurt.
"Kurt," he said, almost choking on the name, laughter overtaking him. "What happened to you?"
With horror, Kurt realized what a mess he looked. His carefully coiffed hair was ruined, he was sweaty and his face was probably red and blotchy from his efforts to escape. And then there was whatever Finn had drawn on his face. He slapped his hand over his cheek, hoping he was covering it, and desperately hoping that Finn hadn't decided to go with anything pornographic.
"I can explain," Kurt moaned, mortified that Blaine was seeing him like this.
"It's fine, it's fine," Blaine laughed. "I'm friends with Wes and David, remember. I've seen much worse, trust me." He reached up and tugged gently on the hand Kurt was using to hide his cheek. "Let me see it," Blaine said, pulling the hand away.
Kurt felt himself heating up at the touch, at the tenderness in Blaine's voice, at Blaine's proximity as he peered at him. He hoped that his face was already red enough that Blaine wouldn't notice a difference.
"I don't know what it is, please tell me it's not that bad," Kurt mumbled as he shifted under Blaine's intent gaze.
"You don't have to worry," Blaine assured. "It's supposed to be a smiley face. I say 'supposed to be' because it looks like you moved while whoever was doing this was still drawing, so the mouth is off. It's half frowning." Blaine seemed to think this was hilarious, and stifled more giggles under his free hand.
Someone cleared his throat behind Kurt, and he pivoted quickly on the spot, feeling guilty, though he didn't know why.
All the New Directions boys were standing in the entrance way, looking at the two.
"Hi," Blaine said over Kurt's shoulder. "I'm Blaine."
Blaine was still standing on the porch, and Kurt realised he was waiting to be invited in. Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine's sense of propriety and tugged him in. To his embarrassment, Kurt noticed that they were still holding hands. He slipped his out of Blaine's as casually as possible and used it to close the door, even though using his left arm for that would have been much easier. Blaine didn't seem to have noticed, and was still talking to Kurt's old schoolmates.
"Can I assume it was all of you that were assaulting Kurt here?" he was saying. "May I suggest for next time that you get him into a noogie hold, and then he won't be able to twist away, and the smiley face will actually be happy."
"Blaine," Kurt slapped him on the shoulder, "they don't need any tips. Not unless they're going to use them on you first. And I'm sorry, I'm being rude. This is Mike, Artie, Puck, Sam, and you know Finn," Kurt introduced, pointing out each boy as he was mentioned. Blaine nodded to each of them in turn.
"It's nice to meet you all properly," Blaine said.
The boys didn't seem to know what to make of Blaine. He spoke in a formal vernacular, while at the same time talking about noogies. Which one were they supposed to judge him on?
"We're playing video games in the living room if you want to join, Blaine," Finn offered.
The boys of New Directions shuffled back into the living room to resume their game.
Kurt waved off Blaine's attempts to hang his own coat, and took it and his scarf from him to hang up.
"Thanks, Kurt. You wouldn't believe the drive over. I thought I was going to be earlier, but then it got super windy and it was hard to see."
"Are you sure your parents don't mind you coming over on such short notice?" Kurt asked. Blaine shrugged.
"I came from Dalton, actually. Mom and Dad just left for a two-week business trip, so no one's home. I don't like being there alone–" Blaine seemed to catch himself at the end of the sentence, and it cut off awkwardly. He smiled at Kurt as if to cover up the slip.
"Is that why you were calling me to come over?" Kurt asked, trying to keep the topic light. Conversations with Blaine tended to go downhill once his parents were brought in, though Kurt still didn't know the full story there.
Blaine huffed in mock annoyance. "I'm actually really glad you invited me over," he said. "My roommate has his girlfriend over for the weekend, so I've basically been pushed out of my room, if you know what I mean. I thought I was going to have to sleep on Wes and David's floor."
Finn was eavesdropping on Kurt and Blaine's entranceway conversation. He grit his teeth in frustration over what he heard. How could they talk so effortlessly? The guys were back to the video game when Blaine and Kurt entered the room. Puck looked up when they came in.
"Did I hear that right?" he asked. "Your roommate has a girlfriend? How does that work? I thought Dalton was an all guys school."
"There's a lot of crossover in events between Dalton and Crawford Country Day, our all-girls sister school," Blaine said, deciding to let Puck's implication that the whole school was gay slide. "They cheerlead for us. They met at one of Dalton's rugby games."
"Prep school girls," Puck breathed. His character ran off a ledge and died, but he didn't seem to notice. "Dude, I need to transfer."
Kurt snorted. "You haven't gone to math class in three years, Puck. I highly doubt you'd ever be able to enrol at Dalton. Besides," he eyed Puck's head, "I'm pretty sure Mohawks are against dress-code regulations."
"You could get your prep-school ass over here and I'll give you a real education," Puck retorted.
"Smash Bros?" Blaine asked, leaning over the couch to see. "Cool! I call next game."At that moment Kurt took in Blaine's clothes. His plum-purple pullover top hugged his arms perfectly. The sleeves were pushed up past his elbows, exposing a surprising amount of arm hair, and his light wash jeans fit his legs very nicely. Kurt was suddenly reminded of the wreck he must look, and had a slight panic attack that Blaine had seen him like this.
"Excuse me for a moment, boys. I need to get this ink off my face." And he sprinted upstairs for an impromptu facial and to change his wrinkled shirt. Kurt's exfoliants, which he normally trusted with his life, couldn't get the job done. The combination of embarrassment and stress was building up inside him, making the room feel stuffy and claustrophobic. Kurt cracked open his window to get some much needed fresh air, and it calmed him down enough to give him the presence of mind to apply some concealer to mask the mark completely. After an additional twenty minutes of fixing and assessing his hair, Kurt re-entered the living room as casually as possible.
He took a spot on the couch behind Blaine, who was now sitting on the floor with Puck and Mike. Was it videogame protocol to play sitting on the floor? But that didn't matter to Kurt because Blaine seemed to be winning. Kurt watched in fascination as Blaine directed Kirby across the arena, beating everyone out of his path. Mewtwo and Captain Falcon fell by the wayside until it was only Kirby and Bowser.
"Get him!" Kurt cheered. Someone clapped him on the shoulder mid-cheer, and he reluctantly dragged his eyes away from the TV. "Can I help you, Finn?" he asked, not bothering to keep the annoyance out of his voice. They were brothers now; he could be as snarky as he wanted.
"I'm hungry," Finn said.
"We just had dinner," Kurt said, eyes still on the screen.
"Can you make me cookies?" Finn asked.
"If you eat after 6 o'clock at night you gain weight faster," Kurt replied.
"Oh come on, I play football. Please, Kurt?"
Kurt didn't bother to respond.
Bowser finally crushed Kirby under his giant hands and Kirby flew violently off the screen, the whole screen shaking with the impact. Game.
Blaine groaned and leaned back against the base of the couch. Kurt only shifted his legs out of his way so Blaine wouldn't hit them and have to move.
"Nice game, Blaine," Artie said. They fist bumped as the stats flashed on the screen. Artie twisted in his chair to face the couch behind him where Kurt was sitting. "Did I hear something about cookies?" He asked hopefully.
Kurt was just about to go off on him, but Blaine inadvertently saved them all.
"I don't mind helping, if we're making some," he offered. "Cookie dough is the greatest."
Kurt wrinkled his nose. "Blaine! That's gross, and unhealthy; you could get salmonella."
Blaine shrugged and got up, brushing imaginary dust off his pants. "If you don't make them, I will," he said. "All this talk of cookies has given me a mad craving." He held out a hand to Kurt who took it without question, and pulled him to his feet. "Lead on, good sir!" Blaine cried.
Kurt stared blankly at him.
"The kitchen, Kurt. I don't know where it is."
"Oh, okay, right. This way," and he headed to the kitchen, Blaine following after.
"So, are you actually any good at baking?" the boys heard Kurt ask as they left the living room.
"Define 'baking,'" Blaine teased. Kurt must have given him a weird look, because he laughed, then said, "Kurt, I am an amazing mixer. I just have a little trouble when it comes to the timing with the oven."
"So, in other words, you're going to burn down my house?"
The kitchen door swung shut behind them, blocking out any more of their conversation.
"Hmmm," Puck mused, staring after the two Warblers. "So, moral of the story is, if you want Kurt to do something for you, get Blaine to make him do it." He nodded to himself, satisfied with his assessment of the situation.
Finn suggested they change games. Puck exchanged Smash Bros for Halo, and Finn, Artie and Puck set in to play. Because there weren't enough controllers for five of them, Mike and Sam sat out together. Sam found a deck of cards, and they set up for Spit on the window seat.
After ten minutes of intense concentration and silence (if by silence you meant slapping hands and the sound of machinegun fire), Puck spoke up again.
"So what's the deal with Kurt and that Blaine kid?" he asked Finn. "They dating?"
Finn shrugged. "I don't think so. Kurt's totally into him and Blaine is gay, but Kurt says they're just friends."
"But if they're both gay, then why not?" Artie rationalized. Gunshots rang out as he attacked an oncoming red.
"That's what I keep wondering," Finn said. "That makes sense, right? I mean, if a guy and a girl like each other, then they should be together."
"Does Blaine like Kurt?" Asked Sam.
"I kinda got that vibe," Mike spoke up. "An Asian always knows."
"What does that have to do with anything?" asked Puck.
"He's half Asian, can't you tell?" Everyone gave Mike blank looks. "Whatever," he said, "it's an Asian thing."
"Maybe he'd just a touchy-feely kinda guy. Did you see how close he was sitting to me on the floor?" Puck asked.
"Don't bring your insecurities into this," Sam said.
"Kurt keeps saying that it's not the right time," said Finn. "Also, I overheard him talking to Mercedes before, and he mentioned something about 'wanting to be pursued for once.'"
"Dude, was he talking about you and Sam? Bet that was an awkward conversation," Artie laughed at Finn's expense.
"Kurt should man-up and just do it," Puck said. "Enough of this sissy, girly approach. Just tell someone you wanna hook-up. It works for me."
"Is that why you didn't have a date tonight?" Finn smirked, "because I can see how that worked out really well for you."
Puck drove Finn off a cliff, despite the demotional points of committing a team kill.
A/N: I have most of this written already. This is going to be multichapter, and hopefully deal with some of the themes presented in my other 'sleepover' fic, but in a better way, which is why I've put that one on hiatus. This one just has a more sold plan than that one did; I may eventually just take the other one down, unless people have particularly strong objections.
At the glee panel at Comic Con this year the writers mentioned about introducing more characters' parents. For Mike, they mentioned how his parents have a very different idea of what he should be doing with his future than maybe he does. (Congrats to Harry for being promoted!). This made me super interested in Mike's character and I think he could turn out to be very exciting. I can't wait to see how the writers handle him this season! I have more fun writing him than I ever expected. He's surprisingly interesting.
I hope you enjoyed & will keep reading! Next chapter will be up in 5 days. It can come up faster if those reviews pour in; since I'm still editing, I'd love to hear your feedback! 3
PPS: I felt that the flow of the story went better if I made chapter 1 longer. Sorry if there's any confusion to the people who already read it. Chapter 2 will still be up in 4 days.