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Finn paused at the top of the basement stairs. He could hear music coming from their room, and he really didn't want to be alone with him, but he couldn't take all of the relationship drama.

He knocked on the door, but got no reply, so he opened the door, and nearly got his head taken off by a killer high kick.

'Oh my god, Finn I am so sorry!" Kurt was blushing again. Finn wondered if there was ever a time when Kurt wasn't blushing around him. "I had no idea you were home. I didn't actually kick you did I?"

"No du-Kurt. I'm fine." Finn corrected himself just in time.

"Are you sure? I can take a look if you-"

"I said I'm fine!" Snapped Finn. Kurt stepped back, a look of hurt in his eyes. Finn kind of felt bad snapping at Kurt. It was kind of like kicking a puppy. But Kurt was totally trying to feel him up then, right?

"Anyway. Did you want something, Finn?" Kurt turned off his music.

"Yeah I actually wanted advice-dude, you're wearing skinny jeans! How did you do a kick in them?" Finn got totally sidetracked.

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows. "Wha-"

"Anyway," Finn cut him off. "I needed girl advice."

"And while I'm flattered that you came to me, I don't know why you think I could help. I don't know how girls behave in relationships as I have never had one with a girl, and I don't plan to."

"Yeah, but you're basically a girl anyway." Finn knew this was the wrong thing to say when Kurt stiffened.

"What was that?" Kurt's voice was icy cold.

"No I don't mean like that I mean you hang around with, like, Tina and Mercedes and stuff." Kurt blushed at the mention of Mercedes, obviously remembering their conversation earlier.

"Ok...what did you need help with?"

"Well I'm dating Quinn, right?" Finn noticed how Kurt's face fell at this, but carried on regardless. "Well she's like super moody and really angry all the time and she keeps attacking me."

"How do you treat her?" Kurt had a faraway look on his face and appeared to be deep in thought.

"What?"

"I mean are you really attentive towards her?" Kurt was thinking quickly. Quinn was a very independent person right? If he could get Finn to smother her, she might break up with him, leaving him single...

"Uh, not really. Do you think I should be?" Finn looked confused.

"Yes definitely." Kurt was pleased that his plan was working out to perfection.

"And also, is it ok for me to be like, looking at Rachel. Because she's like really pretty and I don't want to break up with Quinn, 'cus that would be scary, but-"

"No," Kurt cut him off. "You shouldn't be looking at other girls while you're with Quinn. Either break up with Quinn and go after Rachel, or forget Rachel and stay with Quinn."

Finn pondered for a few minutes.

"I don't want to break up with Quinn, because she's hot and stuff. Burt I also like Rachel..."

"Stay with Quinn," said Kurt quickly. He didn't want to have to deal with another girl. Quinn would be hard enough to deal with, and he really didn't want to have to mess with Rachel. That girl could be scary.

"Yeah, I guess. Thanks du-Kurt," Finn corrected himself as Kurt shot a death glare at him.

The next day at school, Kurt watched from his locker as Finn and Quinn made their way down the hall. Quinn looked annoyed at Finn, who had his arm around her, and was talking constantly. His plan seemed to be working.

Finn dropped Quinn at her locker, before making his way down the hall to where his locker was.

"Hey Kurt," Finn greeted him, after quickly scanning the hallway to make sure no one important would see him talking to Kurt.

"Hello Finn. Is everything going alright with Quinn?"

"Well I don't know. I was really affectionate and stuff, but she's still like really cold."

Kurt internally thrilled. His plan was working perfectly.

"Ok, well just carry on. She'll come around."

"Ok, thanks."

"You're doing great," Kurt smiled at him, before briefly touching his arm. Finn shut his locker, and walked down the hallway with a "laters".

Kurt smiled after him. He turned back to his locker, and didn't notice the tap of quickly approaching footsteps until he was spun around.

"Ok, Hummel, we need to talk." Quinn was gripping his shoulder tightly.

"Hello Quinn. How are you?" Kurt rolled his eyes. "What can I do for you?"

"It's about Finn," Quinn narrowed her eyes at Kurt.

Kurt looked away quickly.

"Why do you need to talk about Finn?"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Don't play dumb with me. I know you're hopelessly in love with him."

Kurt was panicking. "Um no what are you talking about? Definitely not in love with-"

"Cut the crap Hummel. I can tell you totally told him to be all over me so I would break up with him."

"How..."

"It's something I would do. Us cheerleaders are known for our devious manipulative ways. In fact, you would make a good cheerleader...but no. You need to stay away from my man. Otherwise, me, Brittany and Santana will be coming for you. Capiche?"

She turned, and strode down the hallway. Kurt stared after her, his mouth open slightly. He had no idea what to do. He did not want the unholy trinity after him, god no, but Finn...

He could take Quinn, definitely, and he could distract Brittany with rainbows, but he was pretty sure that if he pissed Santana off, things would get nasty.

Maybe if he got Santana on his side...

But how the hell would he manage that? It would take some doing, and Santana only looked at him when he got covered in slushy.

Wait a second...Quinn had said that he would make a good cheerleader. And the cheerios currently had no vocals, and if he was a cheerleader, no one would mess with him, right? And maybe Finn would notice him more...

Kurt smirked. He would be paying Sue Sylvester a visit.

The next day, Kurt strutted into school wearing a brand new cheerio uniform. He could feel the stares of the other people. He saw Karofsky walk down the hall with a slushy, and then falter when he clocked the cheerio uniform.

Kurt walked towards him and stopped in front of him.

"I don't think so," Kurt liked the feeling of power he had. He was untouchable now in this uniform. Sue Sylvester was not one to cross. "If you get one speck of slushy on this uniform, Coach Sylvester will be after you. The last person to slushy a cheerio had to transfer. So if you don't mind, I will be taking this," He plucked the slushy from Karofsky' hand-he didn't want some other poor soul getting it in the face, did he? "Goodbye."

Kurt walked straight past Karofsky, internally thrilling at being able to defeat his bully for once.

He opened his locker, and was so caught up in thought that he didn't even notice Finn standing next to him until he introduced himself.

"Uh, this is new."

Kurt jumped and blushed.

"Uh, yeah I-yeah I joined the cheerios," Kurt internally cringed. No wonder Quinn knew he had a crush on Finn. He really didn't know how Finn couldn't see how obvious he was before he overheard that conversation.

Finn nodded. "Cool."

Kurt quickly shut his locker and hurried down the hall before his face could spontaneously combust.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice Azimio until it was too late. He was slammed into the lockers.

"You a cheerleader now?" Azimio didn't give him time to respond. "Only girls are cheerleaders. Girls and fairies that is."

Suddenly there was a shout.

"Hey!" It was Santana. Why was she getting involved? She never usually gave him the time of day.

"Back off asshole!"

Azimio turned to face her. "Keep your nose out, Lopez."

"No. Hummel is a cheerio now, which means that he is under the protection of not only Coach Sylvester, who could ruin your life, he is also under the protection of me. And you have two choices. One, you walk away, and live to be an ugly baboon another day. Or I make sure you will never, ever, have children."

"Stupid girls," Azimio muttered, before shoving Kurt away, and walking down the hall.

Kurt turned towards Santana, and started to speak before he was cut off.

"Look Hummel, I don't like you. You annoy me. But you're a cheerio now. I guess that means I can't let you turn up to practice with a black eye."

She looked him up and down.

"Practice at four-thirty sharp. Don't be late." She turned and strutted down the hallway.

Kurt stared after her, an expression of shock on his face.

"Thank you?"