A/N: Oh no, now Quinn and Rachel like each other? Maybe I should make Kurt and Rachel like each other LOL review people!_

FPOV

I sat in my room, bored as all hell. We hadn't hooked up the TV yet, so I couldn't play my Call of Duty, and I was so bored I almost grabbed a book. Then I realized today was a Saturday and that everyone was home. I decided to do some talking.

I ran upstairs to Kurt's room. I knocked on his door, waiting for a response. Instead Kurt opened the door himself. "Hi Finnie!" Kurt shouted. I picked him up as he wrapped his arms around my neck. "You wanna come outside with me for a little while?" I asked, fixing up his hair. He smacked my hand away and did it himself. I almost pissed myself trying to imagine what Kurt would be like as a teenager.

He ran outside ahead of me. I had put him in a hat and scarf that matched his jacket. I went ouside in just a hat and a sweatshirt. Kurt jumped up on the swingset in the two person seat. He motioned for me to sit across from him.

I sat down and Kurt swung, his legs flailing everywhere. I looked up at him and smiled. "Can we talk for awhile? You know, guy to guy?" I asked, poking at his chest where his heart is.

He giggled and nodded. "Tell me about this mean kid at school." Kurt went silent. "Come on Kurt!" I cried, shaking his shoulders. "He's not that bad is he?" Finally he spoke up. "It's not a boy," He whispered, looking up from his stylish shoes. "It's a girl."

I stared blankly at him, refusing to accept what he just said. "What?" I gasped. Kurt nodded, and I saw a tear fall from his right eye. Rachel had told me if the first tear to come out of your right eye was from sadness. I had made my adorable little brother cry.

I sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I didn't mean to make you cry," I whispered, wiping the falling tear from under his lip. "Her name is Lily Baum. She doesn't understand what I am at all and always makes fun of me for it." I shot him a confused look. "What?" I exclaimed. "Nothing," Kurt mumbled quickly.

"Well if this girl is giving you a problem, why don't you just talk to her about it?" I asked, cupping his face in my hands. He grabbed my wrists and slowly pulled them back to my sides. "I guess I'm just not as brave as you are," Kurt whispered, running bak into the house.

I went back into my room and thought about it. I couldn't believe I had made a five year old cry. Especially my little brother who I loved so dearly and wanted to be raised right. Puck came in and slammed the door shut. "Heard you made Kurt cry like a little kid," Puck mumbled, taking off his sweatshirt, revealing nothing underneath.

"Yeah. And could you put a shirt on? It was freezing outside," I shouted, throwing a t-shirt at him. "So that's why Kurt's nose is red," Puck smirked. "Shut UP Puck!" I shouted again, standing up. "A girl at school is bullying him for god know's why! I was trying to help but he just broke down crying and I didn't know what to do, ok!" I screamed, stomping out of the room.

I went downstairs to try and hook up the TV. After I had been shocked like six times, the doorbell rang. "I got it!" I yelled for everone to hear.

I opened the door when I saw an unbelievably cute girl standing there with some papers. "Hi!" She greeted cheefully. She stuck her free hand out towards me. "I'm Addison. I live next door?" She said it like she was reminding me. "Hi. I'm-well my family-well, we're new here. I'm Finn," I stuttered, shaking her hand.

Her eyes were the same color as Kurt's, a light shade of blue, ending at the pupil of her eye. Her hair went down to her shoulders and was in a long, milk-chocolate ponytail.

"Well, um, I accidentaly got mail for someone named Santana Lopez from the strippers club of america..." And that was all I had heard. Anger flushed the happiness from my body, and I could feel my eyes and my cheeks turning a bright red. I grabbed the papers before she could finish. She scoffed. "I'm sorry, but I do know Santana Lopez," I mumbled. "You're her brother?" She asked, surprised that I even talked. Without thinking I nodded my head. "Oh..." She trailed off.

After she went home I ran up to her room. I flung open the door to see everyone in there. "Everyone out!" I shouted. Santana was the first to get up. I grabbed her wrist before she opened the door. "Not...you..." I hissed through closed teeth. After Brittany and Quinn left, I threw Santana on her bed along with the papers I had thrown at her head.

"Explain that." I said like I had just seen an alien with nipples walk out of the room. After Santana skimmed it through, she threw it out the window, but not before ripping it in half. "What the hell was that!" I shouted as Santana stared at her feet.

"Nothing. Just an old club I belonged to," She mumbled. "It's not nothing! It's DEFINATELY not nothing," I screamed at her. Tears escaped her eyes as she sobbed while staring at me.

"Why were you going through my mail, anyways?" She sobbed. "I wasn't. The mailman delivered YOUR PORN MAIL to the pretty girl next door!" I screamed. "She came here to deliver it to you. So there. If you want to reply and say that you finished cheating on your porny girlfriend, here's some paper," I mumbled, handing her paper and a pen.

She threw the pen at my face, which I dodged because it hit me in the chest. "SCREW YOU!" She shouted, and ran out the door in a hurry.

After searching the entire house, I had discovered Santana left. I saw mom watching TV. "You got it to work?" I asked incrediously, plopping down next to her. "Yeah. Made Noah do it," Mom murmured, calling Puck by his real name of Noah.

"Hey, do you know why Santana ran out of the house crying like that? I've never seen her so upset," She mumbled, channel surfing. My eyes widened. Santana had left. "Um, no, why? Was she crying?" I asked, playing dumb. "Yeah. Really badly, too."

I went into my room and slammed the door shut, realizing I was alone. I sat on my bed and sighed, realizing I had made two people cry today. From sensitive Kurt, to hard-as-a-rock Santana. I layed down on my bed in need of a nap and fell asleep, tears trickling from my closed eyes.