I haven't seen many Kurt/Finn stories that are from Finn's POV, and I thought it would be quite amusing so... yeah.
Don't worry, none of these chapters are particularly long, but I'm really not used to writing stories with chapters so this is sort of new to me *blushes* I'm more of a one-shot kinda gal :)
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Oh yeah, and I don't own Glee or the characters, although Kurt and Finn would make the best ever Christmas presents. Maybe if I'm really good this year... *ponders*

P.S. Sorry in advance if there are any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors.

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Can't Fight This Feeing Part One – Finn Questions His Sanity

Why couldn't things be simple? I mean, I had enough stuff to worry about, what with school, and football, and Glee Club, and Quinn and the baby, and Rachel always hitting on me and stuff. Now I'd just given myself one more thing to stress about, and it felt as if my head was going to explode.

Of all the people in the world, why did I have to have a random crush on Kurt Hummel? I'm not even gay. Really, I'm not! Kurt's the only guy that I think about in that way. And, to be honest, I don't think you could ever really count him as a guy. You just had to look at him. Or listen to him. He wasn't exactly manly.

But I couldn't get him out of my head. I'd probably get slushied ten times a day for the rest of my life if anybody ever knew I thought this but... Kurt was hot. Like, ridiculously hot. Hotter than a lot of the girls in school.

Oh God, what was happening to me? I had Quinn, for God's sake, who was gorgeous and having my baby, although she yelled at me a lot and cried all the time, but I guess that was because of all the hormones and stuff. Then there was Rachel. She was really pretty and a great singer, although she was also kind of intense and bossy and could be kind of scary sometimes. A lot of the time, actually. Kurt shouldn't even have come into the equation. And yet, he was all I could think about. If I wasn't thinking about dance steps or football or the baby or something, then I was thinking about Kurt. That boy was like, the screen saver of my mind.

But why? I wasn't even sure how or when it had even happened. It just... happened. I guess I just looked at him one day and, I don't know, I just started to think about him differently. I'd be in Spanish class or at Glee practice and all I had to do was just glance at him and suddenly all these thoughts, all these surprisingly vivid and detailed thoughts would come into my head. Seriously, the kind of stuff that would make a voice in my head start yelling "Oh crap, think of the mailman! Think of the mailman!"

I just couldn't help it, no matter how much I tried. I liked girls, I knew that. Girls were awesome. But there was something about Kurt. I didn't really know what it was exactly, but it was... something. Something that I just couldn't take my eyes off of, that I couldn't get out of my head. Whatever it was, it was driving me crazy.

I don't know, maybe it was a combination of things. Like his gorgeous, greeny-blueish eyes that were just totally hypnotizing, or that sweet smile that made his baby face look all angelic, or the way that he carried himself with so much pride and confidence even though he got such a hard time from the football team and everything. I wasn't really sure. All I knew was that Kurt was smoking hot and made me think very bad thoughts.

These feelings were all so confusing. I just didn't know what to do. On the one hand, I was still checking out hot girls and I still had feelings or Quinn. And Rachel too, I guess. But, at the same time, I always felt this weird feeling in my stomach whenever I saw Kurt. Or thought about Kurt. Sometimes – well, a lot of the time, really – I just felt like dragging him into the janitor's closet, pushing him up against the wall and making out with him for as long as physically possible. I bet his lips would be really soft... and his hands...

Argh, shut up! I shouldn't be thinking about him in that way. I shouldn't be thinking about any guy in that way. I was straight. Wasn't I? I had to be. I had a pregnant girlfriend, and a slightly frightening girl that had kissed me a couple of times and wanted to be my girlfriend. So why did I want Kurt so much?

I obviously couldn't tell anyone. If anyone ever found out about this... Quinn would hate me. Rachel would probably go totally psycho. It wouldn't surprise me. Puck would kick my ass, and would probably want to hurt Kurt as well. He'd defiantly want to do way worse than just throw him in the dumpster or chuck a slushie in his face. I don't think I could stand to see that. That would be way worse than getting my own ass kicked.

And what would Kurt say if he knew?

There was a part of me that thought (hoped was probably a better word) that he would be totally fine with it. Maybe even happy about it. I'd tell him how I felt, everything, and that gorgeous smile would spread across his face and he'd tell me that he felt exactly the same about me. And then we'd kiss, and it would be like in those lame chick flicks, where everything in the background goes all blurry and music starts playing out of nowhere and the camera spins right the way around the happy couple. Only wouldn't be lame, it would be totally awesome. And I would feel happier than I'd ever felt in my whole life because, it I was being completely honest... Kurt was all I really wanted.

Wow, that was the first time I'd ever admitted that to myself. As much as my feelings confused the crap out of me, and even though I kept thinking that it would be way easier if I just didn't have these stupid feelings at all, deep down I knew that I wanted to be with Kurt. He made me happy. Like when he helped me out with my dance steps for Glee Club, or helped me study for a Spanish test that I totally didn't get, or even when we were just talking. Those were the times when felt the happiest. The most... complete. Oh God, I sounded like such a chick.

Kurt wasn't just fun to look at. I mean, he was seriously like, hands down, the hottest person I had ever seen, but he was also really nice and sweet and clever and funny. Also, he was real good singer, although I wasn't sure how he was able to hit those high notes. It kind of made me squirm a little bit to admit it but... I had totally fallen in love with Kurt Hummel.

Oh my God, I was in love with Kurt! How the hell did that happen?!


Hope you liked my first chapter. Helpful reviews will be recieved with genuine love :)
Also, I hope I managed to sound convincingly America.

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