"Knock, knock," Kurt said as he opened Finn's bedroom door. He didn't even knock, though. Finn didn't think it made any sense for Kurt to say that if he wasn't actually going to knock.

"What's up, bro?" Finn asked, taking one of the glasses. Kurt just raised an eyebrow at him, sitting down on Finn's bed.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me bro?" Kurt asked, shaking his head at him.

"But you're my bro!" Finn exclaimed. He was. Wasn't he?

Kurt just continued to shake his head, his expression amused. "No, Finn. Just… No," he said.

"Okay, so what's up?" Finn wasn't as stupid as everyone said he was — he knew Kurt was only here because he wanted to be caught up on the McKinley gossip.

"How's all the drama with, you know, Quinn and Rachel?" Kurt asked, moving to sit cross-legged on the bed.

"Well, Rachel isn't chasing after me anymore so that's good. But Quinn is still obsessed with winning prom queen and it got really old a while ago."

"Finn, Finn, Finn."

"What? Don't say my name like that, it scares me."

Kurt regarded him oddly before shaking his head. "Never mind. Let me tell you about Blaine."