Disclaimer: I do not own Glee in any way.

A/N: Still set during 1x02, Showmance.


Chapter 8

"You sure it's okay?" Kurt mumbled sleepily.

"It's great," Finn told him sincerely.

Kurt mumbled something happy sounding, and burrowed his head further into Finn's chest. Finn let out a deep breath and slowly tightened his hold around Kurt.

They were lying in Finn's bed, cuddling under the covers. It was late, almost midnight, and after a full dinner, a movie, and then a good half hour of making out, Finn was as tired as Kurt.

But as much as he wanted to fall asleep right now, wrapped around this beautiful boy, who was warm and fit so perfectly against him... If Finn wanted Kurt to be able to sleep over, Finn had something to do first.

Carefully, Finn shimmied out of Kurt's arms. Kurt groaned and shifted in his sleep, but he didn't wake up. Finn dropped a soft kiss onto Kurt's forehead, then left the room, closing the door softly behind him.


"Hallelujah, it's raining men," Carole Hudson sang as she walked through her front door. "Every specimen - tall, blonde, dark and lean - rough and tough and strong and - oh, hello Finn."

"Hey mum," Finn said nervously.

Carole set down her purse, locked the door behind her, and observed her son.

"How was your day, Finn?"

"Okay," Finn said, sounding rather strained.

"Hmm," Carole said. Her eyes around the living room, taking note of the extinguished candles, a mysterious, attractive handbag on the coffee table, and the open DVD case for Chicago. "Seems to me you've got something on your mind."

She eyed him shrewdly, and Finn finally met her eyes.

"I - I broke up with Quinn."

"All right then," Carole nodded, hiding her sigh of relief. Quinn had seemed picture-perfect at first, but over time, had started to rub Carole the wrong way, until Carole found herself thinking Quinn was very... fake. "Any reason why?"

"I wasn't happy with her any more."

Carole sat and took her son's hand in her own.

"It happens." She tilted her head. "But there's more to it than that."

"Yeah," Finn admitted, looking at the floor. "I, uh, like someone else."

"Is that someone else here right now?" Carole asked with a smile, recalling the candles, DVD case, and the stylish handbag.

Finn gaped at her for a minute.

"Yeah... asleep upstairs."

Carole felt a sudden jolt of anxiety.

"In your bed?" She was aware, a moment too late, of the frost in her tone.

"It's not like that!" Finn rushed to say. "We didn't... we were just cuddling!"

His mother's worries melted away.

"I believe you," she smiled, then sniffed. Something smelled good.

"We made dinner, and there's left-overs for you," Finn added.

Carole smiled. She squeezed his hand and headed to the kitchen.

Finn followed and watched nervously as his mother inspected the container of leftovers, and then the plate of cookies Kurt had wrapped in saran wrap and left on the counter.

"Well," Carole said finally, after she had eaten a few bites of Kurt's saute, the fried egg, and the rice. "This girl cooks, bakes, 'just cuddles', has good taste in handbags, and she got you to watch Chicago at last. My advice, Finn? Propose at once."

She turned to smile at Finn, who was paling.

"So tell me," she prompted, "What's her name?"

"Mum," Finn said quietly, his hands clenching at his side. He looked her right in the eye, flushed slightly, and stood up a bit straighter.

"His name is Kurt."

Finn braced himself. Now came... well, he had no idea what was going to happen. But it couldn't be good...

"That's a nice name."

Finn blinked.

"Will I get to meet him in the morning?"

Finn blinked again.

"Finn, dear?" Carole stepped closer to her son and frowned gently.

"You're not..." Finn trailed off. "Upset?"

"Surprised, maybe... Upset, never." Carole smiled at him. "I assumed you only liked girls because of Quinn, but that was silly of me. I never told you, but your father was bisexual - and I never minded."

"He was?" Finn whispered.

"I'm sorry if I've never made this clear to you before, Finn - especially if it's held you back in any way. I have no prejudice against gay people. And certainly not against my son, whom I love with all my heart."

Finn blinked again, this time holding back tears. He should have known. His mother had always been understanding... Finn didn't realize he was crying until Carole pulled him into her arms.

"Your father would have been proud of you," Mrs. Hudson whispered as she comforted her son.

Finn smiled through his tears.

"Thanks, mom."

"I want you to be happy," she said softly. "If this Kurt makes you happy, then I'm happy you're with him."

"He does," Finn said seriously. "He makes me really happy."

"Wonderful," his mother said simply.

"I'm scared, mom," Finn admitted suddenly. "I don't know... what people are going to do, when they find out..."

"They won't all be understanding," Carole said sadly. "But your friends - your real friends - will feel the same way I do. They'll stand by you, when you're ready to tell them."

Finn just hugged his mom and hoped with all his heart that she was right.