This is a little short story featuring Klaine, brotherly Furt, and some Fuinn. Finn realizes in Funeral during Sue's speech his feeling for Quinn aren't as strong as they should be, and breaks up with her. I like to think that Klaine helped with that. Finn sees their relationship is stronger than his with Quinn's, and starts to question his relationship with her. So enjoy! And review please! (:
- Forget me knott
declaimer: I don't own Glee.

Finn knew something was up with Kurt when he came home.

He skipped through the living room and into the kitchen—skipped—and was humming a song. Probably some musical, but Finn didn't really care about that. He cared about his brother's weird mood changes.

Earlier today Kurt was all sad and weepy over this bird named Ravioli dying. Finn thought with Kurt distracted about the bird, he could sneak another poptart. Unfortunately even when Kurt is sad, he still has eyes of a hawk.

His second clue was when Kurt walked past him and didn't even notice him eating a whole bag of cool ranch doritos. Kurt is a health freak, and is the reason why Burt has a secret stash in his room that they both share.

Kurt then started to make some kind of food, which really got Finn's attention. Kurt makes the best food, way better than cool ranch doritos.

"Hey bro, what are you making?" He asked, looking over Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt quickly turned around, a huge grin on his face. "Nothing!" He was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, his hands clasped together.

"Then what's that?" He asked, pointing to the batter in the bowl.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "That's nothing. Maybe it will be something later, but it's not the point. I wanted to talk to you."

Finn frowned. "Why didn't you just say that? Instead of getting my hopes up pretending to make food."

"If you're so upset over it, I'll make lemon squares for dinner." The countertenor told him. "I pretended to make food because you got here faster." He pointed out. "Aren't you going to ask me how my day was?" He questioned him, a huge grin on his face.

"Uh, how was your—"

"Fantastic. Beautiful. Absolutely amazing!" Kurt interrupted him, shaking with excitement.

"Didn't Ravioli die today?" He asked, remembering how he was earlier today. Finn was starting to wonder if Ravioli came back from the dead.

Kurt sighed. "Pavarotti, Finn." He corrected him. "Aren't you going to ask me how my day was?" He questioned again.

"I already did.."

"Blaine kissed me!" He squealed, jumping up and down. "Blaine kissed me, Finn!"

"That's all?" Finn asked, shocked. "I mean, congrats, but I was starting to think that Pavarotti came back from the dead..."

"Blaine kissed me, Finn." Kurt huffed, trying to make him understand. "Kissed." He continued jumping up and down. "You've had how many girlfriends before. Don't tell me you've never gotten excited over kissing."

"Of course I have!" Finn defended himself. "I was never as excited as you are."

"How couldn't you have been?" Kurt wondered. "It was like fireworks, Finn!"

Fireworks. He felt fireworks when he kissed Quinn at the kissing booth back in February, but every time they have kissed since, he hasn't felt it. Maybe it's how it works. You only feel fireworks once.

"Hey Kurt, how many times did you and Blaine kiss?" He questioned.

The countertenor's face turned red. "What? Why are you asking a question like that?" He stammered out.

"Did you feel fireworks every time?" Finn asked.

Kurt's face was still red, but he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Why wouldn't I? It's Blaine."

Finn frowned, but shook his head. He dated Quinn before, he kissed her before. That's why he only felt fireworks once. Kurt and Blaine were just in the honeymoon stage. Yeah, that's it.

Finn looked over at his brother, who was still bouncing up and down, a huge grin on his face.

Honeymoon stage.