Well uh... I have no excuse. And honestly, I have no idea when this is going to be updated again. I have the end all figured out and written out, so I can assure you that this eventually will get done. Someday, this story will say 'complete' after it. That's a promise. But that will probably be a long time from now. I plan to have about 14 chapters in total. But right now, as far as inspiration and will to write, I am at a complete loss. Partly because I suck at self-motivation. Partly because the writers of Glee have now addressed (and basically disproved) a Finn/Kurt relationship in the show. It was okay when it was just assumed that they would never work out. But seeing them pick it apart and demonstrate why it will never work out is really getting to me. It makes it harder to love them. Not that I don't love them anymore, it's just... More difficult.

So, with that said, I present your next chapter.

Chapter 8 - A Clue

-Monday Morning, 1st Period, With Finn-

'Why are you special? Do you really have to ask? There's nothing about you that isn't special. You're absolutely beautiful, from the inside to the outside. You're smart, and you're cute, and I find your attitude adorable, and you have amazing singing voice. I love your sense of style, I love how perfect you look when you dance. Must I keep going, Kurt? There's no reason to ask why you, or why you're special. Cause I know that you are the one I want. The only one I want.

And why can't I tell you who I am? Simple. I don't want you to know yet. You'll find out when the time's right.'

Finn did not sign the letter. 'Secret Lover' sounded too much like a hippie song. 'Secret Admirer' sounded too much like a cliche romance novel. And he was too scared to sign his initials, and too smart to give a fake name. So he didn't sign it.

That was all he had for Kurt today. He'd been running late this morning and didn't have a chance to pick something up.

He'd find something really awesome for tomorrow.


However...

Finn had given Kurt more than he knew he was giving him.

Aha. A hint.

'You have an amazing singing voice.'

'Singing voice? Who have I sung for? Other than in gl- Wait, what if he is in glee? He must be in glee. I haven't sung for anyone else other than my family. He's... Erm, or she's in glee. Who could possibly like me that's in glee?' His mind immediately jumped to Finn. 'That would make sense! That's why he's been late every day! That's why he was watching me while he was singing!'

He couldn't keep the smile off his face as he walked into glee and sat down next to Finn, purposely.

"Good morning Finn." He greeted him, huge smile on his face. He put an arm around him in greeting, and Finn hugged him back, albeit slightly hesitantly.

"Uhm, good morning. You're... In a great mood today." He pointed out, though it was obvious.

"Yes I am. It's just so great to be here, with everyone, and on such a great morning, and we get to find out who gets the parts today, and... Today's just a great day." He sighed happily and settled back in his seat, ankles crossed, right as Mr. Schue walked in.

"I've got your results right here." He announced, holding up an envelope.

"But... You didn't try out..." Finn commented to Kurt in a low whisper.

"Oh, I know. But I'm still interested in finding out who did get it."

Finn nodded and looked away, not really wanting to take his eyes off the way Kurt was smiling.

"Our soloists, or rather, our duet, will be... Quinn aaanddd..."

Everyone focused intently. Puck and Finn looked at their teacher nervously, expectantly.

"Finn." He finished.

"Finn!"Puck shouted out, jumping up from his seat.

"Yes, Puck." Mr. Schue said, trying to sound nonconfrontational and calming, hoping to God that he wasn't going to make a scene, or worse, quit.

"But I was so much better than him. And Quinn would much rather sing with me." He snarled, turning to direct that last comment at Quinn.

Everyone turned to look at her.

She looked like a deer in headlights. "Puck?" she choked out, clearly not appreciating the attention.

"Wouldn't you?", he demanded, clearly expecting the 'right' answer.

"I... Well I..."

"Puck," Mr. Schue came to her rescue, "It doesn't matter what Quinn thinks in this situation. It was completely based on the auditions."

"So you're saying I'm not good enough?"

"No, thats not what I'm saying at all. He was better suited for the part, that's all."

Puck gave him a glare before storming out of the room. "That's a bunch of bullshit..." He muttered, throwing a vicious glance back at Finn before slamming the door on his way out.

The group stared at the door, silently.

Finn was the first to speak.

"Mr. Schue, I'm sorry. I'll give him the part if you want. I'll even--"

"No Finn. Keep the part. You deserve it. I'll go talk to Puck. I'll work it out."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." He walked out behind Puck.

Kurt looked over at Finn.

"That could have gone better..." he said softly, as the rest of the gleeks faded into their own conversations.

"Yeah, it coulda." Finn agreed nervously.

"Why'd he flip out like that?"

"Quinn, I guess. But... He doesn't really have anything to worry about. It's over. And I wish he wouldn't get so..." He snapped his fingers, searching for the word.

"Confrontational? Defensive?" Kurt guessed.

"Yeah, pretty much. I mean, I've got my eye on someone else, you know? Quinn's great and all but... I don't love her."

"Yeah." Kurt said, trying to keep the smile off his face. "I hate that some people just don't get that."

"Me too. I wish I could just... Tell them."

"You should. I'm sure they feel the same way about you." Kurt smiled genuinely.

"I hope so." Finn smiled back, hope in his eyes.

Puck walked in, head down, hands folded, in front of Mr. Schuester.

"I'm sorry guys. Especially you, Quinn."

She forgave him, quietly, and then he took a seat alone.

Finn could feel Puck's glare boring into the back of his head the whole rest of class.

He was extremely glad looks couldn't kill.

Okay seriously? Between the flaws/glitches of Edit/Preview thing on ff and those of Yahoo mail, I have spent AN HOUR just trying to UPLOAD this chapter. Seriously. I'm about to scream, about to throw my laptop, and about to give up writing altogether. Seriously. If it's going to be this fucking hard, I'm just not going to bother anymore.