A/N: First of all I'd like to say I'm not going to apologize for this chapter being posted later than expected, the 5.9 earthquake in my area and hurricane Irene has gotten in my way. Anyone who has been affected by either of these, you're in my thoughts.

Disclaimer: I don't own glee.

Warning: Profanity. Shocking, I know!

Finn woke up really early the next morning (Well, according to him, it was really early. To everyone else, it was lunch time). He was very determined to find Puck and beat him in Call of Duty. Sure, he'd get a few dirty looks from Kurt and his mother, but priorities came first. Finn stumbled out of his bed in his boxers, not bothering to put on any other clothes on.

"PUCK? PUCK?" He yelled down the halls. "PUUUUUUUCK!" Kurt ran out of his room with a can of hair spray. "Finn, what are you screaming for?" he sighed.

"Well, I was screaming for Puck." Kurt motioned for him to go on. "And, um… I wanted to play some Call of Duty to whoop his ass," Finn finished.

Kurt sighed. "You're a dumbass, Finn."

"Well, do you know where Puck went? Is he still asleep on the couch?"

Kurt left into his room, and Finn followed. "Finn, what are you talking about? Puck slept in my room." He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Finn stopped and thought, and shook his head. "That's crazy, you NEVER sleep on the couch, bro."

"I didn't sleep on the couch. I slept in my bed."

"And Puck...?"

"On the bed."

Finn's jaw dropped. "What," he started. "Finn," Kurt said his tone cautious.

"The," Finn continued.

"No, Finn, No."

"FUCK?" he screamed. Finn couldn't even begin to comprehend what they were doing. He didn't even know what two guys... did together. Let alone, what his step-brother and best friend did last night.

"Finn, we didn't do anything, if that's what you thought."

"Well, duh. Two guys can't have sex."

"Finn- you know what, I'm not wasting my time trying to explain something like that to you, Finnegan. We just fell asleep last night. We were talking about- stuff."

"Did you turn him gay?"

"Finn, go back to bed," he sighed. His step brother sure was... challenged. Just plain stupid, actually.

"Wait, but where's Puck?" Finn asked. Kurt was reminded of the question at hand, and panicked. Where was Puck? Kurt grabbed his cell phone and dialed his number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Puck, um, where'd you go? You left your clothes, and Finn was upset that he couldn't play Call of Army ("Call of DUTY, Kurt!") with you."

"Kurt, I'm sorry, but I can't talk now. I'm in the hospital with my Ma."

"Puck? Man, what happened?" Finn asked, wrapping an arm around him, giving an awkward hug. Kurt placed a caring hand on his shoulder when they all sat down in a few chairs in the waiting room Puck had been waiting in for an hour or so.

"My ma's boyfriend, well ex, now; he twisted her arm and punched her and kicked her down some stairs."

"Oh, Puck-" Kurt felt tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry. Really, I am." Finn comforted. "She's okay. She had a broken arm and some stitches under her eye." Puck told them, looking up from the floor to the boys.

"Where's Sarah?" Finn asked. Sarah had always been like a sister to him. She also had a bit of a crush on him as well, but Finn was oblivious to that, as he is of most everything. "The neighbor's house."

"Can I go and pick her up?"

"Sure, dude. She'd like that." Finn smiled. Kurt reluctantly handed over his keys.

And so, Kurt and Puck were left alone.

A/N: So a bit of Furt, no wait, a lot of Furt. I'm having way to much fun writing for Finn. Next chapter, It's all Kurt/Puck and Karofsky. It won't be as meaningless as this chapter, I promise. And also, I'm trying to writ less dialogue, and more action. I'm not sure how its making you all feel, but it's really pissing me off.

Please review! Seriously? It takes 60 seconds. Not even. Thanks to all my readers (no matter how lazy you may be) and especially my reviewers.

-LDaM

(God, do I sound like a bitch or what?)