A/N: So this was originally part of F.O.D., but it kind of grew into it's very own chapter. I have no idea how this happened, but after this and the smutty bits, the story will be done. I'm not turning this into a long fic. Read on.


Finn was extremely unhappy when Kurt told him that he and Blaine were together. Kurt, naturally, was pissed at his girls for telling him what had happened. Their poor parents just looked really confused about the reactions of the two boys.

"Dude, legit, you just forgave him just like that?" Finn had, thankfully, waited until their parents had left to have this conversation.

"I can't believe Santana told you what happened. It's none of your business, Finn," Kurt snapped, grabbing the remote from Finn and turning on the ANTM marathon on Oxygen.

"Brittany blurted it out." Santana had been weirdly awesome to Kurt lately, and Finn didn't want to screw that up.

"Figures. I love the girl, but sometimes.." Kurt just shook his head, but Finn got what he meant.

"And it's so my business, because you're my little bro."

"That doesn't make me your property, Finn." Finn didn't quite understand how he was making Kurt his property but whatever.

"Fine, don't listen to me and dump the asshole." Finn resisted the urge to roll his eyes, a habit he had picked up in the short months he had lived with Kurt.

"He's not an asshole, Finn," Kurt responded, surprisingly vehemently. "I... I love him." Kurt didn't meet his eyes, but Finn knew he meant what he said. So, as Kurt's older brother, there was only one thing to do.


"Remind me again why we're driving to Dalton in the middle of the night to threaten Blaine?" Sam was the only one who didn't really know what was going on, but he was intimidating when he tried, so Puck and Finn had recruited him on their mission.

"Because he was an asshole to Kurt, and Kurt still forgave him, but we gotta make sure he's not gonna try to pull that kinda shit again. Don't even ask," Puck added, "you don't want to know."

"Well, if Noah Puckerman says you don't want to know, then you probably don't. And we couldn't drive there say tomorrow instead of at.. one AM?" Sam asked with a glance at the clock.

"No, dude, we gotta do this ASAP." Normally, Finn tried not to talk and drive at the same time, especially after the mailman incident, but this was important.

"Exactly. Now turn on the damn radio, dude." Sam turned the radio on to whatever crappy station Burt had left the truck on. Finn started laughing when he recognized the song. "Oh, dude, no country." Finn knew Puck had a thing about country, and he knew why, but he also knew Puck would appreciate the song.

"No, you gotta listen to this." The genders were wrong, but the song was perfect.

The Declaration of Independence

Think I could tell you that first sentence

But then I'm lost

I can't begin to count the theories

I've had pounded in my head

That I forgot

I don't remember all that Spanish

Or the Gettysburg address

But there is one speech from high school

I'll never forget

Come on in boy sit on down

And tell me about yourself

So you like my daughter do you now?

Yeah we think she's something else

She's her daddy's girl

Her momma's world

She deserves respect

That's what she'll get

Ain't it son?

Hey y'all run along and have some fun

I'll see you when you get back

Bet I'll be up all night

Still cleanin' this gun

Well now that I'm a father

I'm scared to death one day my daughter

Is gonna find

That teenage boy I used to be

That seems to have just one thing on his mind

She's growin' up so fast

It won't be long before

I'll have to put the fear of God into

Some kid at the door

Come on in boy sit on down

And tell me about yourself

So you like my daughter do you now?

Yeah we think she's something else

She's her daddy's girl

Her momma's world

She deserves respect

That's what she'll get

Now ain't it son?

Y'all go out and have some fun

I'll see you when you get back

Probably be up all night

Still cleanin' this gun

Now it's all for show

Ain't nobody gonna get hurt

It's just a daddy thing

And hey, believe me, man it works

Come on in boy sit on down

And tell me about yourself

So you like my daughter do you now?

Yeah we think she's something else

She's her daddy's girl

Her momma's world

She deserves respect

That's what she'll get

Now ain't it son?

Y'all run along and have a little fun

I'll see you when you get back

Probably be up all night

Still cleanin' this gun

Son, now y'all buckle up and have her back by te- let's say about nine...thirty.

Drive safe.

"Dude, that sounds exactly like what Burt would say." Sam and Puck were both laughing by the end of the song. "Though I don't think Kurt would like the 'girl' part."

"Yeah, but totally best song ever, right?"

"Definitely," Sam grinned.


When the most flamboyant gay boy in the world opened the door to the Stevenson dorms, he grinned. "So you must be the let's-threaten-Blaine-on-Kurt's-behalf brigade? Well, since I enjoy watching people put the fear of G-d in Blaine, his fault for believing, his room is 241. Try not to break anything."

Finn, Puck, and Sam didn't bother to knock, but rather just opened the door and walked in.

"Hey, Char- you're not Charlie. Normally he's the only person to walk into my room uninvited. What can I do for you?" At the boys' lack of answer and intimidating expressions, Blaine gulped slightly. "Is this about Kurt?"

"Hey, look who can be intelligent," Puck responded nastily, and really, he had been spending too much time with girls. He sounded catty.

"Look, you screwed Kurt up, get it. First with all the mixed signals, then with Gap-boy, then with Rachel, and really dude? Why Rachel? If you're gonna try it out, at least do it with someone hot! Don't give me that look, Finn. And then with that whole Animal-sexy thing, which I don't really get, because have you ever looked at him, he's fucking hot! What Finn? I'm a badass, I don't need labels. And now with this." Puck let Sam take over.

"He's been hurt enough in life without you, his best friend and boyfriend, adding to it. Whatever you did that made Kurt so upset, and no one will tell me what that thing is, he doesn't need your shit." Sam let Finn do the actual threatening.

"So, to wrap it up, let's go with the basics. You hurt him, we hurt you. And then we will turn you over to the Cheerios. And then to the Glee girls. And lastly to Burt. There won't be enough of you left to bury, promise." Blaine had been getting progressively paler throughout the speech, and now looked like a ghost.

"Look, guys, I know I've screwed up with Kurt, but... I love him, and he loves me, and I... I'm trying. I really am." Puck and Sam were now gaping open-mouthed, but Finn just nodded.

"He said the same thing, in essence, to me. That he loves you and all," Finn clarified at Blaine's confused look. "Just don't hurt him again, alright?"

"Never that I can help."


A/N: I like the last sentence of this mini-fic. After all, sometimes hurting someone is just unavoidable. Finn, Puck, and Sam were all fun to write. Sam might seem a little OOC, and I'm sorry about that, but I really haven't gotten a hang of his character yet.

Song used:

'Cleanin' This Gun' by Rodney Atkins.

Songs just magically insert themselves into my chapters. Review are love.