"Aw man, not again," Finn pushed the crumpled paper aside and laid his head heavily into his hands.
"What's wrong, Finn?" Kurt asked cautiously, fixing his hair.
The boy turned to face him. "Failed another Spanish test," he mumbled. "My mom's gonna be so mad."
"You cheated off Brittany, right?" Kurt asked. "That's your problem."
"It's not just that, though. I just- can't remember anything so I use somebody else's work. Plus I'm really busy so I don't even have time to learn the stuff." His eyes got extremely wide. "Hey! Will you tutor me?"
Kurt opened his mouth to say 'yes', but the words couldn't escape. He nodded quickly and cleared his throat. "Um, uh sure Finn, I'll tutor you." His hearted started beating wildly. Finn Hudson. Him. In a room. Alone. But Kurt shook the thoughts out of his head quickly. He could do a little shameless flirting, but in all honesty Finn was straight and a bit clueless, he probably wouldn't notice. Or care.
Finn's face scrunched up as he gave Kurt his signature smile. "Thanks man," he said warmly. Kurt swallowed and nodded. "Uh huh," his voice came out very high pitched, "What-what time should we meet?" he said in a lower voice.
The bell rang and Finn stood to go. "Well I have football until 5, so we can just meet here after that..if you're not busy," Finn said. "No-yeah-" Kurt stuttered clutching his backpack, "5's fine." "Great,"" Finn smiled again, "see ya later," and he walked towards his next class.
Kurt pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He wasn't. The rest of the day went by agonizingly slow and the second the school bell rang Kurt ran to the Spanish room. Although Finn wouldn't be there for a couple of hours, he needed to prepare for the, um, tutoring. Kurt glanced critically around the room.
They should have let me decorate this place he thought, shaking his head. Kurt dragged two desks to the corner of the classroom away from the door, so there were no distractions or interruptions. He spent a long time arranging the spacing between the desks, not trying to be too far from Finn, but not practically sitting on him either. He waited patiently until 5 o'clock, constantly fixing his hair and adjusting his clothing.
Finn, to Kurt's relief, arrived exactly at 5, his hair still wet from showering. He ran his fingers through his hair and yawned, stretching. Finn didn't notice his shirt rose as he stretched, making the other boy's mouth gape open. Finn dropped his backpack on the floor and bent down to grab his book and school supplies, giving Kurt an excellent view of hi deliciously tight- "Oh hey man, didn't know you were in here." Kurt blinked several times and quickly looked up at the boy that stood before him. "Oh, hi, yeah I was just getting ready for helping you. You know, to study. I'm pretty good in Spanish, but I know a lot of French too. I guess that doesn't really help you though-"
Geez Kurt stop rambling! he thought angrily to himself. "Right," Finn chuckled as he put his things on the desk next to Kurt.
In one swift move, Finn grabbed the chair that was by his desk and placed it right next to Kurt, sitting down smoothly. He bumped Kurt's shoulder and the smaller boy flinched from the contact. "Oh sorry," Finn looked into his eyes, deeply concerned. Kurt stared but looked away, muttering, "S'ok." Kurt's whole flirting plan had gone out the window. He had forgotten his confidence level dropped to zero around Finn.
"So," Finn said softly leaning towards Kurt, making the hair on the back of Kurt's neck stand up, "where should we start?"
"Verbs," Kurt's voice shook. "Y-you had a lot of verbs wrong on your test- see?" He put his finger on the red marks on Finn's paper. Finn coughed and slowly slid his finger over to Kurt's and rubbed his finger. He placed his other arm across Kurt's back and casually put his hand on the desk, as though he needed a better view. Kurt pulled away, his stomach doing cartwheels, and calmly began to explain to Finn how to say if you like something or not in Spanish.
"What do you hate?" Kurt asked Finn, who had a slight grin on his face. "Homework," Finn answered immediately. Kurt giggled and Finn suddenly had a gleam in his eyes. "Okay, so you would say "Me-?" "Chocar?" Finn said reading answers out of the book. "No, you have to conjugate," Kurt smiled at Finn who looked hopelessly confused.
"Okay, how about something you love?" Finn looked at the Spanish book for a long time. "You could-" Kurt started. "Me…" Finn said slowly. "encanta- un…Cheerio." Kurt's heart sank. "Good job," he said sadly, "except you have to say 'una' not 'un' because it's a girl." Finn looked at Kurt intensely, "Who ever said it was a girl?"
Kurt looked at him confused. "What? All the Cheerios are girls except-" his breath caught in his throat-"me." Finn took a deep breath, lowering his head. "Yeah," he looked sheepishly up at Kurt. "I- Kurt..you-" he turned to his Spanish book and frantically flipped pages, found what he was looking for and turned back to Kurt.
Finn reached for the soprano's soft hand and held it gently, moving closer. "Kurt?" Finn said softly, closing his eyes to think for a moment. "Yes?" Kurt's voice was strained, like he was trying to hold back excitement or tears- or both. Finn opened his chocolate brown puppy dog eyes and gazed into Kurt's pools of icy blue-green eyes.
"Te amo," Finn whispered, slowly closing his eyes, cupping his hand around the side of Kurt's face, leaning in to kiss him. When he did not feel the boy moving closer, Finn opened his eyes, confused. The boy was sitting in front of him, not moving a muscle. "Oh- my god. You don't-don't feel the same way- oh this is- I'm so sorry Kurt." He quickly leaned back and removed his hand from Kurt's face and started to untangle their other hands when Kurt held on tight.
Kurt looked over at Finn with curiosity. "Do you really love me?" he whispered. "Yes," Finn admitted. "With all of my heart, actually." he looked up at Kurt a little teary-eyed. "I was hoping you felt the same, or at least didn't think I was crazy. I really want to be with you Kurt. I love your personality, you're so adorable, your constant mood changes and costume changes, the way you fix your hair, your laugh-I really love everything about you." Finn froze. "Did I just say all of that out loud?" A wide smile spread across Kurt's lips.
He looked at Finn shaking his head in disbelief. "Finn Hudson," he sighed, still smiling. Finn still looked at him confused, but hopeful. "I actually don't know what to say right now." "Is..that a good thing?" Finn asked, worried. "It's one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me," Kurt's expression softened and he began to tear up. "Because I love you too Finn, I really love you." Finn breathed a happy sigh of relief and reached over to Kurt, placing his hand on the boy's cheek once more. "Be my boyfriend?" he asked Kurt smiling giddily.
Kurt wiggled closer, "Definitely," and their lips met, softly testing each other's style of kissing. Kurt ran his tongue lightly over Finn's bottom lip, surprising them both, and he slipped his tongue into Finn's mouth, producing a quiet moan from the taller boy. The sound encouraged Kurt to explore Finn's mouth, and he found that they were soon kissing faster, more passionately. Finn pushed one of the desks away and it made a loud clanging sound as it hit the wall. He pulled Kurt onto his lap, so the soprano could straddle him.
The second Kurt lowered himself to sit on Finn's lap, he felt his cock begin to twitch. He could tell Finn was already getting hard too, and decided to take their make-out session up a notch. Kurt put his hands on Finns shoulders and moved his hips in a rolling motion around Finn's erection. The boy groaned loudly and started kissing Kurt down his neck, running his incredibly large hands up and down Kurt's legs. Kurt made a whimpering sound when Finn's hands found their way up his shirt to caress his nipples. "You like that?" Finn asked tauntingly, loving the faces Kurt was making. Kurt nodded as Finn unbuttoned his shirt and threw it across the room, and at the moment, Kurt couldn't care less that it was designer.
Kurt continued to move his hips agonizingly slow on Finn's now full hard on and he took off his t-shirt. The two boys embraced each other and Kurt ran his hands down Finn's toned body, marveling at it's perfection. Finn's hands slipped like butter down Kurt's back and around to his flat stomach. Kurt needed to help Finn get the buckle off of his pants, but Finn took care of the rest. He took off Kurt's skinny jeans and laid them carefully on the floor and turned back to see Kurt's full erection through his Calvin Klein underwear. Finn was surprised how big Kurt's member was, considering he was kind of short. He put his hand on the waistband of Kurt's underwear and pulled it down, revealing the boy's beautiful pink cock. Finn quickly took off his own pants and boxers, making Kurt gasp. "What's wrong?" he said. "You're just.. so big," Kurt said breathlessly. Finn blushed and moved closer.