Finn

"I can't believe we have to endure this torture." He picked up another dirty plate with his thumb and pointer finger and dabbed at it pathetically with a kitchen sponge. Finn rolled his eyes and gestured for Kurt to pass it over.

"Burt and Mom are out, man. Who else would do this?" Finn pointed out, cleaning the plate, making Kurt watch and follow his instructions. He dried the plate off and put it in the pile of now…one…two…four plates.

Kurt sighed in exasperation and started on the next plate, still disgusted. "Ugh. Grease."

Finn had something on his mind. And when something was on Finn's mind, it didn't stay in there for very long. But how would he go about saying this…?

"So, um…Blaine's over a lot." Note to self: When you get to your room, make sure to slam your head against the wall, you idiot!

"Yup," Kurt responded nonchalantly, not looking up from his plate. He set it down slowly, then looked up at Finn with a raised eyebrow, resting a hand on his hip. "Is that a problem, Finn?"

"What? No! I just - um, I don-don't really know how to say this, but, like, he seems, like, super into you and stuff."

Kurt shrugged and went back to his work, then, his expression not changing a bit, he replied, "Well, he should. He is my boyfriend, after all." Finn looked at him in shock, which Kurt chose to ignore as he walked off.

Boyfriend?