[A/N] So I haven't updated this story in ages, thanks to a combination of writer's block and a broken laptop and I know this chapter's really short and I should have written a super long detailed chapter to make up for it, but it wouldn't come to me with this! I don't know why. So I'm going to try and write the next chapter as uber long! I'll try at least... Thanks for everyone who was patient and just everyone who's read/reviewed/favourited in general. You guys are amazing. Here is the long awaited update that probably isn't that good, but I needed to put something up. Thanks :) (And sorry if there are any mistakes!)

"Hello?"

"Mercedes, I need a therapist!"

"Finn, what the hell are you on about?" Mercedes huffed.

"You were right! Well you were also wrong. You were right and wrong and I now have images in my head that I don't want in my head!" Finn rambled.

"What were they doing?"

"Oh you know. Cuddling, feeding each other popcorn and am I forgetting something? Oh yeah. Making out!"

Mercedes was silent for a moment as she tried to comprehend what Finn had said. That was really unlike Kurt. It took him weeks of dating Blaine before he felt comfortable kissing him without asking first. Now Kurt was making out with Karofsky in the cinema? That didn't sound right at all.

"Finn, are you sure they were making out? They weren't just speaking with their heads real close or anything?" Mercedes asked.

"Nope, definitely making out. I'm sure I heard a moan from one of them too," Finn said.

"So Kurt's dating Karofsky now? Karofsky's actually gay?"

"I don't know! I'd ask Kurt, but then he'd know I was spying on him," he reasoned.

"Well," Mercedes said, "why don't you subtly try and get him to tell you? Like, ask him if he's interested in anyone or something."

"How am I supposed to get him to talk about stuff like that?"

"You talk to him about this sort of stuff all the time. You know, Rachel and stuff. How does he start that up?"

"He brings me a glass of warm milk and then asks me what's going on in my life," Finn answered, remembering how Kurt had done it pretty much every night when they first began living together and had continued doing it once in a while ever since.

"Why don't you do the same? Take him some warm milk and ask what's going on in his life," Mercedes instructed.

"You know, that's not actually a bad idea." Finn paused when he heard a door slam downstairs and shuffling in the hall. "I have to go. Kurt's back. I'll talk to you later!"

"You'd better, Frankenteen. I want details!"

He heard Kurt go up to his room and decided that it would be a good time to talk to him. When his date was fresh on his mind. So Finn got up, ran downstairs, heated up a glass of milk and ran back up the stairs to Kurt's room. When he got there, he knocked three times and waited for Kurt to call him in. As soon as he entered, Kurt looked at him suspiciously.

"Erm, can I help you Finn?" he asked.

"I brought you a glass of warm milk. It's pretty cold outside," Finn excused.

"I see... Well, thank you?"

Finn approached Kurt and put the glass of warm milk on his bedside table. Instead of hurrying back off to his room, however, he took a seat at Kurt's desk.

"So..." Finn started. "How were the girls?"

"They were good. We didn't really get much shopping done, but it was nice seeing them," Kurt lied, analysing Finn's face to see if what he was saying was registering.

"That's cool. Have you spoken to Blaine recently?"

"Erm, no, not really. Last time I spoke to him he tried to get back with me, but I kind of miss him," Kurt explained.

"You want to get back together with him?"

"No! No, no, no. I just miss having him as a friend. It was nice having someone to talk to."

"You can talk to me?" Finn suggested.

"I know, but some stuff is easier to talk to with Blaine. No offence, but you're my brother and I can assure you I don't want to hear about your make out sessions with Rachel, do I?"

"Who have you been having make out sessions with?" Finn asked, a little too eagerly.

"Oh, Finn. You're so funny. I haven't been having make out sessions with anyone."

"No? So there's no one after Blaine?"

"Well..." Kurt teased. "No, it's no one."

"Oh, tell me!" Finn screeched like a small child.

"It's nothing," Kurt insisted. "He's just a friend. He's nice."

"Oh, yeah? Who is it?"

"You don't know him," Kurt said. He was finding this absolutely hilarious.

"You never know. What's his name?"

"You honestly, won't know him. It's nothing anyway. Not like we've been making out in dark rooms or anything. Nothing for you to worry about, Finn," Kurt insisted, trying to hide his smirk at Finn's disappointment.

"You'd tell me if you were, yeah?"

"Finn. You're my brother. Of course I wouldn't."

"Kuuuuuuuurt!"

"Look, if I get a boyfriend, you'll be one of the first to know. I promise. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to change," Kurt said, standing up and putting his hands on his hips.

"Fine," Finn huffed, and retreated back to hid bedroom.

As soon as he was gone, Kurt picked up the phone and went to dial Mercedes' number. His head had been reeling ever since the cinema and he needed to talk to someone, but just as he was hovering over her number, he realised he couldn't talk to her without giving away that he was going on fake dates. He wouldn't be able to keep who with from her, she would get suspicious.

He sat back down on his bed and pondered over what to do. Who else could he talk to? Well, he knew one person he could talk to, but he wasn't sure whether or not they would listen.

Deciding he'd take a chance, make amends and get some stuff of his chest, he ran his finger over his phone and found Blaine's number.