Finn was a terrible dancer. He had always been, it was nothing new to him. But after breaking Rachel's nose, he was accepting that something had to change.

This was the speech he was repeating over and over in his head as he geared himself up to knock on Kurt's door one night after dinner. He could hear Blaine and Kurt in there, whispering and laughing, and he really didn't want to bother them-Kurt was so happy with Blaine, it was hard to miss how peaceful he had become-but he did really need to learn to dance. And Rachel was a little wary about standing too close to him now, even if her nose had healed up perfectly fine.

Finally he just knocked, trying to ignore the high pitched "Be right there!" from Kurt's mouth, ignoring what it meant and how many times he had given it himself when he was with Rachel or Quinn. Quinn, he reminded. Because Quinn was his girlfriend. He should probably be more concerned about breaking her nose, but even if he did she'd probably just never speak to him again. A moment later Kurt answered his door, opening it enough for Finn to see Blaine laying on Kurt's bed, flipping through a text book. Finn smirked.

"I need a favor to ask," Finn asked. Kurt narrowed his eyes.

"It couldn't have waited?"

"Well, it's for you and Blaine," he admitted. Kurt sighed, opening the door more so Finn could enter.

"Finn has a request," Kurt announced, and Blaine looked up from his spot on the bed. Finn liked Blaine, aside from the whole making-out-with-Rachel thing, but he was with Kurt now so he had no problem with him.

"A request?" Blaine echoed, looking at Kurt. Kurt just shrugged, sitting down on the edge of his bed. Blaine sat up next to him, so that they were both staring at Finn. He shuffled around in his spot awkwardly.

"Out with it Finn," Kurt said after a moment.

"I can't dance," he spurted out. Kurt nodded and Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"That's a statement, not a request. An increasingly evident statement, after the incident with Rachel-"

"There was an incident with Rachel?" Blaine interjected.

"He broke her nose. Dancing." Blaine's eyes went wide, turning to stare at Finn once more, and now he felt even more awkward.

"I have long arms; I don't always know where they are!" He tried in a defense. It didn't seem to go over well. "Listen, I just need you guys to teach me to dance or something. So that I don't break everyone's noses."

Kurt looked like he was contemplating it. "Well, you do need to learn how to dance. But how are we going to teach you? Why not ask Mike, or Brittany?"

Finn had thought about asking them, but Brittany-as dense as she was most of the time-could be really mean when she found a weakness. And Mike was busy with Tina and honestly, Finn was embarrassed enough that he had to ask for help. "I don't trust anyone else to help me with this as well as you could," he told Kurt. He glanced at Blaine, feeling sheepish for a moment. "Both of you," he added.

"I suppose we could help," Blaine offered. "You seriously broke Rachel's nose?" Finn nodded. "We need to help him. Rachel doesn't deserve to have broken bones."

"Tomorrow. After Blaine gets out of Dalton. We will meet here and teach you to dance. Just try not to break my nose, that'd really wreak havoc on my face and I'll never speak or acknowledge your existence again."

Finn hugged Kurt before he could stop himself. "Thanks bro," he said, pulling back and walking to the door. "I'll leave you guys alone now," he added awkwardly as he left, relieved that they could hopefully at least make him, well, not lethal to others while dancing.

Finn was the first one home that afternoon. Kurt had told him he'd meet him once Blaine got out, he had to talk to Rachel about something for National's. Finn didn't ask what, Quinn was on a warpath and even crazier than normal when it came to him and Rachel. He had apparently made the mistake of glancing at her during Glee earlier, since she went on an entire rant about how they were practically eye fucking during rehearsal, which Finn tried to tell her was insane. That only caused her to shriek even louder about how he wasn't allowed to even speak to her anymore, much less sing with her (which she had already outlawed in a ridiculous tirade earlier). Rachel's question of Why did you get back together with her? echoed through his head, but he tried not to think about it to hard. Quinn was pretty, and smarter than him, and he loved her. These days it was just harder to remember why.

He wasn't home for too long before Blaine walked through the door, calling out for Kurt. "He's not here yet," Finn called from the kitchen where he was making a sandwich. Blaine walked in, clearly he had stopped to change into normal people clothes on his way here.

"Where is he?" Blaine asked as he leaned against the door jamb, watching Finn pile about four different lunch meats on top of each other.

"Talking to Rachel apparently," Finn shrugged. "Want a sandwich?" he offered, and Blaine shook his head no as the front door opened again.

"We're here!" Kurt called out, and Finn froze when he registered the word we're.

"We're?" he repeated, mouth half full of his snack.

"Gross Finn, chew with your mouth closed," Kurt said, kissing Blaine's cheek as him and Rachel appeared in the kitchen. "And yes, we figured we could bring Rachel along so that maybe you can learn how to dance with a girl. Blaine's short and all, but he's not exactly the best dancer either. His version of dancing requires jumping around on furniture."

"You like my furniture climbing," Blaine retorts, and Rachel giggles from her spot. She isn't looking at Finn-she's looking at Blaine, actually, and Finn decides that he really doesn't like that.

"Let's do this," Finn declares before ingesting half of his sandwich at once. He grabs Rachel's arm, pulling her harder than he meant to in the living room. But as much as he didn't like how Rachel was looking at Blaine, he really hated how Blaine was looking back.

"You would think after three hours he would show some improvement," Kurt told Blaine. Blaine chuckled next to him, watching as Finn tried to dance with Rachel. Rachel, for her part, was trying to be a good sport. The look of terror hadn't left her face all afternoon though. "Okay, you know what, this isn't working," Kurt finally announced, and Finn and Rachel separated. Blaine smirked at Rachel's obvious relief. "Clearly telling you isn't working-"

"You think?" Finn snapped, but Kurt pressed onwards.

"We're going to have to show you. Blaine, dance with Rachel. I'll try and work with Finn." Blaine nodded, bowing slightly before Rachel. She giggled and held out a hand.

"At least I don't have to worry about you breaking anything," Rachel confided as they glided effortlessly around the living room. "You may not have my experience at professional dance lessons, but you're not too bad."

"And I don't have the added seven feet of height," he joked, eliciting another laugh out of Rachel. He loved making her laugh. He supposed it was because she didn't do it too often, so often wound up in all of the drama in her glee club, the opposite sides of jokes, that it was almost like a gift. Kurt was kind of the same, and Blaine glanced guiltily out of the side of his eye to where Kurt was placing his hand on Finn's hips. Finn looked slightly uncomfortable.

"No, Finn, like Blaine is with Rachel!" Kurt yelled, causing Rachel and Blaine to look in their direction.

"Oh, right," Finn said. He placed one hand on Kurt's lower back while Kurt placed on hand on his shoulder.

"Looks like Finn is making big improvements," Blaine commented and Rachel sighed.

"Anything is better than it is now," she replied. "And if he improves drastically enough, we have a real shot at winning National's. Although, the slow dancing isn't really going to be important for that."

"The slow dancing," Kurt replied from across the room-apparently he had been listening in to their conversation-"is so that Finn can learn some coordination, sense of time and beat. We'll get to the more contemporary dancing later, probably another day."

"Or five, this is useless," Finn groaned. "I'm horrible."

Blaine and Kurt exchanged a glance, neither wanted to lie to him but to confirm it only seemed cruel. It was finally Rachel who spoke. "You're going to get better Finn, you just need to practice. That's why we're all here. To help you get better." She moved closer to him, and Blaine watched in amazement as she comforted him. "It's not going to be easy," she continued. "But joining glee wasn't either, nor was dating me-or Quinn for that matter. It takes time. But you've managed to be a success-for the most part-at everything else. So I'm confident that as much as you believe in me, I believe that you can do this."

Finn smiled at her, and Blaine was sure he was going to vomit if they started making out right there. "So," Kurt finally interjected after a minute, clearly uncomfortable with their staring as much as Blaine was. "Why don't we call it a night for tonight? I mean, my dad and Carole are almost home anyways-we can try again tomorrow?"

"Sounds good," Finn said, though he was still staring at Rachel. "Do you want me to bring you home?" he asked her softly, and now Blaine was really sick.

"Actually, it makes more sense if I do," he found himself offering. Kurt looked at him and he shrugged. "I have a lot of homework to do-and three tests this week alone. I should get going if I want to get it all done at a reasonable hour."

"It's really no problem," Finn argued.

"It's okay, Blaine can bring me home," Rachel agreed, walking over to get her bag. Blaine kissed Kurt good bye, placing a hand on Rachel's back as they said good bye and headed to his car waiting outside. He felt a twinge of guilt as Kurt watched them go, aware of how comfortable he was with her. But he was with Kurt-and from the looks of things, it was only a matter of time before Rachel as back with Finn.

Kurt had nothing to worry about. Blaine could control himself around her.

He hoped.