Title: Summer Harmony
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt/Blaine
Chapter: 2/?
Word Count: 3058
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: Sequel to 'It All Started With A Question,' 'Lucky' and 'Feel This Good'. They're going to work through this. It may not always be easy, but they've got the whole summer to figure themselves out.

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I'm done with them. :)

Summer Harmony

Serenade

"It's you, you know."

"It's what?" Finn asks, a little surprised by the conversation. Blaine's just about to leave for his first official week at Six Flags (he got the job, not to anyone's great surprise) and Kurt has already left early for a shopping trip with the, well, ex-Cheerios, but the three of them could get pretty insistent and so Kurt had said his goodbyes to Blaine the night before (and Burt was totally okay with Blaine staying over so long as he didn't leave the guest room, plus Lima was about two hours closer to the park than Westerville so it made sense for Blaine to be there). "Anyway, what's me?" Finn asks again, realizing that Blaine's been quiet for a time.

"The reason that Kurt's…doing anything sexual with me. He wouldn't if you weren't there," Blaine looks embarrassed to be revealing this.

"Dude, that makes no sense," Finn laughs, stopping at the utterly serious look on Blaine's face. "But dude, he totally loved everything. So what's…"

"We had a…conversation. Before we were official," Blaine clarifies. "And he told me point-blank that porn grosses him out and the reason he loves Broadway musicals is that all people do is touch fingers."

"Man, even I know that isn't true," Finn snorts. "I saw pictures of this one musical and this girl had her, like, boobs hanging out and everything…"

"Finn. Gay man," Blaine points to himself and Finn blushes.

"Sorry. Forgot."

"While it's flattering you think of me as 'one of the guys,' I need to let you know that if you spend too long on the subject of female assets I'll probably tune you out," Blaine vows. "Regardless, Kurt and I went to Rent together. I know he has the soundtrack, but unless he slept through 'Contact' he was just blatantly lying."

"What?" Finn blinks.

"Listen to it. It's mostly rock music, you'll enjoy it. I promise," Blaine puts a hand on Finn's shoulder and steps back. "But I need to go. Busy day tomorrow."

"Right. And dude, I've gotta tell you that I don't think it's just me. I mean, maybe because he thinks it's, like, not gonna last he's more willing, but…he loves you. He loves being intimate with you, I can tell," Finn's saying it because it's true, not just to make Blaine feel better, but he can tell by the wry smile on Blaine's face that the other boy believes it to be the second choice. "Blaine," Finn takes the other boy's hand and looks him straight in the eyes. "He loves you. Trust me. At this point, if I weren't around, he'd still want to fool around with you. Okay?"

"I appreciate your words but I still don't believe them," Blaine admits with a heavy sigh, slinging his garment bag holding his outfit over his shoulder. "But we can talk later. I'll be back on the weekend, okay?"

"Okay," Finn opens the door for him but Blaine pauses before leaving the house, hand migrating back to Finn's shoulder.

"Give him my love, okay?"

"Yeah. Su…" Finn cuts off as Blaine goes up onto his tiptoes to kiss him, flicking his tongue against Finn's lips until he grants him entrance and then the kiss is…God, Finn thinks, Rachel was right about Blaine being an excellent kisser. Finn has his arms around Blaine in an instant, one hand sliding under the back of the other boy's shirt to pull him closer and Blaine moans, arms locked around Finn's neck and Finn uses his other hand to boost the shorter man up, one of Blaine's legs locking around his waist so they're level.

"Woah, hang on," Finn breaks away with a gasp, eyes wide. "You, um…"

"Give him a kiss like that for me. Yeah," Blaine laughs, eye-level with Finn for once. "I know you're…reluctant to do anything while I'm away, and I totally respect that, but I don't think that having the two of you broiling with sexual frustration makes for a good living environment. So, if you have to, you have my permission," he looks like it's painful for him to utter the words and Finn knows he has to put him at ease.

"Nah, dude, I'd never. You're his boyfriend, right? I could never do that to you," he promises. "I'll kiss him for you, I guess, but that's it."

"As long as you do that," Blaine lays another kiss on the side of his mouth, chaste and innocent, and Finn laughs at himself because he never in his wildest dreams would have thought he'd be okay…well, not okay, but actually happy to have a guy make out with him.

He knows he's probably not as straight as he probably thought, but he's not really bisexual either because yeah, Blaine and Kurt he obviously feels some level of attraction to but it's not guys, it's just them, and…

"You're wondering why that felt good," Blaine has the rather uncanny ability to read minds and he's doing it again, Finn blinking curiously at him.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm thinking about all the guys I know and you two are pretty much the only ones I wanna make out with, so I'm not gay, and I like boobs and stuff but…"

"Have you ever heard the term 'pansexual?'"

"A what? What do pans have to do with anything?" Finn blinks, hoisting Blaine up a little higher so it's more comfortable for them.

"Pansexual, Finn. It's like…you like people for who they are, not what sex they are. So you could fall in love with a guy or a girl and it doesn't really matter because you're attracted to something about them that goes beyond the physical. Does that make sense?" he cocks his head to the side and Finn thinks about it, because yeah, that makes a lot of sense.

"Actually it does," Finn grins. "Thanks. Makes me feel like less of a weirdo, anyway."

"You're not a weirdo, Finn. You just…you look inside instead of outside. And I don't mean that you can't appreciate physical beauty, but that's not all you see. Do you feel better now?"

"Totally," Finn grins and actually takes the initiative, pressing his lips quickly to Blaine's before pulling back. "Anyway, good luck and stuff. And, um, I know you get like admission deals and things, but d'you think you could get me 'n Kurt a break? We'd love to come and see you…well, Kurt'd love to come and see you. I just want to go on the rides," he grins and Blaine swats at his hair.

"I can't say I didn't expect that, Finn Hudson. I'll see what I can do," Blaine hops down and picks up his uniform, heading out the door and waving to Finn before he gets into his car.

So.

Finn finally knows what he is.

…Now if only he could remember the word.

000

"You look happy, Kurt. Getting some hot man action?" Santana asks, holding up a shirt that looks more like something you'd wear in private than in public but Kurt's not going to judge.

Santana still scares him a little.

"I bet he is," Brittany laughs merrily and tucks a strand of Kurt's hair behind his ear. "Blaine's hot."

"Ladies, I don't think the subject of my love life…"

"He's changing the subject! He's so getting some!" Brittany exclaims enthusiastically and Kurt shushes her.

"Britt! Not in public!"

"Spill, Hummel," Santana tells him, her tone brooking no nonsense, and Kurt sighs.

"Yes, okay? Things have been…happening, but…" he pauses, not sure if he wants to go that far. True, they'll probably find out eventually…nothing stays secret for long in the Glee Club, not even Mercedes' budding romance with Sam that they seem to think nobody's noticed. And he knows Finn won't resent him for telling, so maybe…

"Look, bumblebee, if it makes you feel any better, Brittany and I have threesomes with Puck all the time. Your story can't be half as bad as that," Santana cocks her head from side to side.

"Please don't call me that," Kurt mumbles, because Santana has the worst nicknames for people. "And wait, are Puck and Lauren still…"

"Puck's horny, okay?" Santana chuckles. "He thinks with his dick half the time and I have mad respect for Lauren for being able to hold him off, but he has to get his kicks somewhere. But she doesn't know…and I know you won't tell her," she says sweetly. Too sweetly.

"Because you'll maim him for life," Quinn slips one arm through Kurt's and gives him a smile.

"She won't hear it from me. I swear," Kurt gulps and Santana nods approvingly.

"Anyway, spill it. What've you and Frodo been up to?"

"Um, it's…" Kurt searches for the right way to say this and decides to just be blunt and to Hell with the consequences. It's going to get out one way or the other. "A little like your situation, really."

"You're having a threesome with Puck?" Brittany guesses, looking adorably innocent. "He's totally straight, though…"

"No, not with Puck…God forbid," Kurt rubs his temples. Puck is great and has been amazing but just…no. Kurt can imagine him spending the whole time just talking about himself and that's a complete turn-off. "But yes, a threesome."

"With who?" Quinn turns to look at him, dark eyes searching his own, and she must find her answer because she gasps. "No."

"Yes."

"That's just…I mean, I'd always guessed he was a little, but…"

"Who?" Santana asks, looking annoyed, but Brittany chooses that moment to have one of her eerily perceptive realizations.

"Finn!" she blurts out happily.

"Finn?" Santana nearly shrieks and Kurt waves at her to keep quiet before they're kicked out.

"Yes. Finn. Now keep your voices down," he whispers and Santana gets a rather sultry smirk on her face.

"I knew it. He was so uninterested in me the time I had sex and even you would have to admit I'm smoking. Right, Hummel?" she glares at him as if daring him to contradict her so he nods. "Anyway, he fixed his little problem yet?"

"No. Sadly," Kurt sighs. "We barely have to touch him."

"Finn," Quinn breathes in wonder, sounding like she still doesn't quite believe it. "So wait, what about Rachel?"

"Yeah, are he and the dwarf still getting it on?" Santana adds.

"Santana, your rampant fascination with labelling people as Lord of the Rings characters is enthralling. Really," Kurt deadpans.

"You could totally be an elf, though," Brittany's playing with his hair again, running her fingers to the top of his ear and smiling. "Your ears are, like, pointy."

"My ears are not pointy!" Kurt claps a hand over his other ear and shoos her away.

"Actually they are," Quinn giggles. "I think it's cute, though."

"Thank you," Kurt sighs and drops his hand. "Anyway, he told Rachel because he couldn't lie to her. She says that she's okay with it because she's not willing to go that far yet," he explains with a shrug of his shoulders.

"So. You and Finn and Blaine, huh?" Santana looks thoughtful. "Not gonna lie, I'd pay good money to see that."

"No," Kurt went back to browsing the racks, wondering why he'd decided telling them was a good idea in the first place.

"Still, I mean, what does Finn do?" Santana persisted. "You wanna hear about our night, bumblebee?"

"Not particularly," Kurt grunts, pulling out a sweater and examining it.

"Well, tough. See, I had like a nightgown lingerie thing on and he still had his shirt on, plus we were under the covers. It was, like, the most clinical sex ever. My dildo has more life than his cock did," she grunts and Kurt feels like putting his hands over his ears and singing very loudly to block her out.

"I think what Santana's trying to get at is…how far does he go?" Quinn gently takes his wrists and pulls his hands down.

"Not very. The last time he…" Kurt glances around before lowering his voice. "He gave me a blowjob. Okay?"

"Oh, my God," Santana's mouth dropped open. "Did he…y'know…swallow?"

"Yes," Kurt can tell his cheeks are bright red but there was really no going back now.

"Yeah, but Finn can, like, eat five pieces of pizza at once," Brittany puts in, twining a strand of hair around her finger. "Deepthroating a guy is probably nothing to him."

"Okay, are we sure he's not gay? Because that's pretty gay," Santana looks like she's trying to get a rather unpleasant image out of her head.

"Can we get back to shopping now? I think I've told you girls enough," Kurt pats her shoulder and sends her back into the dressing room, Brittany following along before she can pull the curtain all the way shut.

"Kurt," Quinn grips his arm.

"Yes?"

"Are you…are you happy? With them?"

"Yeah," Kurt said with a genuine smile. "I really am, Quinn. And I know that Finn's going to go back to Rachel for good when she wants to take that step, but…the fact that I'm getting him at all? It's amazing."

"You're glowing," she laughs, hugging him tightly as he jumps a little in shock before returning the embrace. "And I know Finn's happy. I love him, but you could tell he never really trusted me after…after Puck and Beth. So to hear this should make me jealous, but…"

"It doesn't. I know the feeling; it's how I feel when I think about him and Rachel," Kurt assured her.

"We're really a messed up group, aren't we?" she smiles sideways at him and he laughs and tugs her close.

"Of course. But I wouldn't want us any other way."

000

"Blaine says to give you his love," Finn tells him later when he's in his room, unpacking. Santana had eventually let the whole conversation go but Kurt knew she was still thinking about it. All the girls were still thinking about it.

"I'll call him later," Kurt promises, noting that Finn's still hovering in the doorway. "Was there something else?"

"Um, he also made out with me. Told me to…pass that along, too, but you get why I'm not gonna, right?" Finn shifts from foot-to-foot uncertainly.

"Sweetie, if you want to kiss me, just kiss me," Kurt isn't going to go through this song and dance again with Finn, although the news doesn't really surprise him. Blaine's made it his mission to get Finn as comfortable as he can with all of this, after all. "Oh, but before we do anything, you should know that the girls know about…us."

"Oh," Finn shrugs. "I mean, yeah; I knew I couldn't keep it a secret forever. Plus Rachel's pretty gossipy anyway, and at least nobody in the Club is going to judge."

"That's what I figured. Santana went into more detail than I would have liked about your night together, though," Kurt hung up the sweater and smoothed out the creases, smiling a little.

"Yeah. That night was…weird, dude. I mean, if I didn't come from just being touched and stuff I probably wouldn't have at all. I don't think she did…"

"Again, far too much information," Kurt snaps, closing the closet door and moving over to Finn.

"Sorry. I'll go…"

"You're not going anywhere. You got to make out with my boyfriend; the least you could do is honour his wishes and pass that along to me," Kurt reaches out, fingers brushing the edge of Finn's collar and noting how the taller boy shivers at the feather-light touch. "It's okay, Finn. I know I said it wasn't…before…but if you want to? It's okay."

"Okay," Finn still looks hesitant, eyes darting around the room, but he finally focuses on Kurt and reached a hand out to pull him closer, Kurt's own arms wrapping around Finn's neck on instinct as they hold each other close. "Okay," Finn whispers again, lowering his head as Kurt tilts his up and their lips meet softly, holding against each other for a short time until the same fire overtakes them at the same time and Kurt's clutching as Finn's shoulders, gasping into his mouth as Finn nearly shoves him onto the bed, climbing on top of him and disconnecting their mouths to strip his own shirt off even as Kurt furiously works at the buttons of the one he's wearing, finally getting the darn things open.

They're still kissing, Kurt's tongue dipping deep into Finn's mouth and just tasting him, and Finn runs his hands down Kurt's chest and holds him there, the two of them finally breaking away to gasp for air.

"We need to…"

"I know."

"God, Finn, I can't…"

"I know. I…"

Finn stops as they hear the front door open and break apart, Kurt scrambling back on the bed as Finn jumps to his feet and reaches for his shirt.

"Boys? We're home!"

"We're upstairs, Mom!" Finn yells, voice sounding strained, and he looks at Kurt with wide eyes. "Okay. So that was…"

"What I was afraid of," Kurt puts a hand to his forehead and sits up, sighing. "No more anything unless Blaine's here, okay?"

"Yeah," Finn gulps and moves forward to sit on the bed again, one arm coming up to pull Kurt close and holding him against the other teen's body. "Sorry. But I think I got his message across."

"I'd say you did," Kurt laughs, snuggling into Finn's side.

"Oh, yeah! I almost forgot: Blaine totally told me what I was!"

"What you…"

"It was…something to do with a kitchen, like…pan…"

"Pansexual?" Kurt blinks. It could very well be the truth, he supposes. And it would explain a lot of things. "It's possible."

"Cool. I don't feel so weird now, anyway," Finn laughs and kisses his hair as Kurt elbows him in the stomach. "Dude, that was totally friendly!"

"I'll give you that one," Kurt agrees with a fond sigh. "Now, go see what your mom wants. I need to make it look…less like I was attacked by a wild animal," he smiles wryly and Finn looks a little guilty before grinning and heading out of the room.

Kurt re-buttons his shirt and adjusts his hair in the mirror, knowing that things are bound to get more complicated and yet not caring somehow.

They'll figure it out.

Together.

Notes:

1. Normally wouldn't post this quickly but, as I said on my other fic, I'm off to San Diego for about a week so I may not get as much time to write. We'll see :)

2. Thanks for the responses for the first chapter, guys! You're awesome!

3. Serenade is derived from the Italian word for calm, and I figured it was mostly fitting because, um, there wasn't actually any sex in this chapter… xP