Finn should have seen this coming. He should have seen the signs, hell he should've know the baby wasn't his, but he chose to believe Quinn even if it did sound a bit odd that she was carrying his child since they never had sex. He had no reason to believe she was playing him all along. He should've known something was up with her and puck when he caught them staring, touching and talking a bit too much for something not to be going on.
Lately he and Quinn were arguing more than usual and she had started to pull away. She wouldn't let him touch her and even though they shared a bed, she would lay there with her back to him and lost in thought. He'd chalk it up to it being her hormones, but now he knew and all he wanted to do was wail on puck until he felt something other than what he was feeling now.
He couldn't stand to be in the same room as his asshole of a ex-best friend and his cheating ex-girlfriend. Worst of all he loved that little girl that wasn't his, he loved her more than he loved anything in his life. He thinks Quinn and puck deserve each other for what they did to him. Later he would admit to himself he glad that he doesn't have to deal with all of this anymore.
Yes, Kurt was madly in love with Finn. There was no question about it and as he watched the scene before him unfold he could feel Finn's anger and pain coming off of him in waves.
He watched helplessly as Finn wailed on puck, silently cursing at him and Quinn for making him hurt as bad as it was evident on the taller boy's face. He wanted to chase after him as he kicked a chair on his way out. Kurt knew Finn needed someone, someone other than that grandmother-toddler Rachel who was way too crazy for Finn.
Kurt found Finn on the football field. He slowly and cautiously walked up to him and sat down, neither one of them saying anything for what felt like ages and he was okay with that. He would wait for Finn to say anything. He would wait forever if he had to.
After what felt like ages, Finn finally acknowledged Kurt's presence. Kurt felt Finn move closer to him and the taller boy was sobbing into Kurt's chest, soaking his designer shirt with his tears, but he didn't care. Nothing mattered but the fact that Finn was clinging onto him like his life depended on it. He held onto him just as much back, trying to convey to Finn that he was here for him and that he wouldn't let go until he wanted him to.
Sitting there crying into Kurt's chest, Finn realized that Kurt was the only one who went after him. Not even Rachel was looking for him. He knew that Kurt may have a thing for him he wasn't that dumb. Especially when Kurt told him what ballad he would've sang if it wasn't for Mercedes interrupting them before he got the chance. Not to mention the way he had motioned to him to call him during Lean On Me. And who could forget the butt slap in front of the whole school.
No, no there was no doubt that Kurt likes him. And as he is sitting there with no other soul in sight but kurt he felt wanted. The only one who had cared enough to come looking was Kurt, Kurt who slushied himself for Finn. He was right no one in the team would've done that for him, hell he doubted Rachel would've done that for him.
While he wasn't gay, he never felt this wanted and loved like he did at this very moment. He never felt this way with Quinn or Rachel. Finn never wanted to let go of Kurt.
Author's Note: So this is my first actual non poem fic and any mistakes are my own as it is un-beta-ed. Please rate and review!