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I own nothing but Luka, my interpretations of the unknown new Gleeks and the plot.
Finn Hudson awoke at 6:45. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Seriously? I usually don't get up for another hour, he thought. He stared at the lump in the bed across from him and he was reminded why he had went to bed so early to begin with. Padding over to his almost-brother, Finn hesitated slightly before beginning to shake the other boy awake.
"Kurt. Kurt, dude, get up." The brunette rose groggily and gave Finn what would have been a frosty glare if Kurt wasn't still half-asleep.
"Finn Hudson, in the name of all that is holy, why are you awake?" Even half-asleep, Kurt said more words then most teenagers did in an entire day. (With Rachel Berry being the exception.)
Finn grinned and sat on the bed beside his friend. "So, what happened with you and Luka?"
Kurt groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. "Really? You made me skip the last..." Kurt paused to check the time. "...The last fifteen minutes of my much-needed beauty sleep to ask me about Luka? Seriously Finn, I love you in a strictly platonic way, but get a life!" The now fully awake Kurt stumbled into the bathroom to get ready for school, leaving the taller boy confused.
Were Kurt and Luka now fighting or something? Did Kurt not tell the copper-haired girl how he felt? Finn was certainly confused as he pulled on a long-sleeved dark green shirt and tugged on a pair of jeans. He ran a hand through his hair, checking the outlook in Kurt's vanity mirror, (Was it weird that he was cool having a brother who owned a vanity?) before trudging up the stairs to make some breakfast.
When Finn was half-way done with his second bowl of cereal and his third glass of orange juice, Kurt emerged from their room. He was dressed as impecably as always, in his signature skinny jeans in a dark shade of gray coupled with a shirt of a lighter gray, a white vest and a coal black fedora. He wordlessly grabbed a bowl, poured himself some organic cereal from his personal box and proceeded to make himself some coffee.
"So...?" Finn pressed.
Kurt groaned, the sound muffled by the mouthful of cereal he had just began to chew. "Finn, no offense, but what goes on with Luka and I is none of your bussiness." he stated clearly, after he swallowed.
"So, you guys didn't get together then?" Finn asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
Kurt just shook his head in annoyance and got up to rise his bowl and mug in the sink. "School starts soon, I think we should be leaving in a few." Kurt said simply, keeping his back to Finn as he descended the stairs to get his bag. Finn, finally figuring out to drop the subject, followed the smaller boy and said nothing more on the ride to school.
Maybe they didn't get together after all... Finn wondered as he watched his almost-brother and his (Kurt's, not Finn's) crush greet each other with a simple hug, then walk arm and arm into the school building. Bewilderd as to how the boys' amazing advice didn't work, Finn followed.
Kurt and Luka were chatting about the merits of plucking eyebrows versus waxing them, as they passed Matt, Mike, and Marius. They too were confused as to why the couple wasn't acting... well, more like a couple.
"What up with Hummel and Luka?" Matt asked Finn as he approached the other boys.
Finn shrugged in responce. "No idea. He's not talking."
Mike stared off in the direction they went. "I think they're together." he said.
"I'm not so sure." Marius argued. "I've seen Kurt walk down the halls with my girl like that. And Hummel and Mercy ain't nothing but friends." The boys all looked at each other and shrugged before going their seperate ways.
Finn had seen no evidence that Kurt and Luka were dating. They even sat at other ends of the choir room during glee rehersals that afternoon. Finn did happen to notice Luka and Quinn off giggling about something and Kurt giving her a cold look. The mezzo-soprano gave him a pair of puppy dog eyes and he mouthed, "We'll talk about it later." This made Finn even more confused.
Rehersal was easy, with each group showing the choreography of their song for Regionals. Finn's group of Sam and Tina had decided to basically act it out as a scene. Finn was to sing to Tina and the two would dance as the Asian girl began to sing with him. Sam, who did the vocals for the character Saint Jimmy, would simply run around singing and trying to break the two lovers apart. Mr. Schue comended them on a job well done as they had finished and with that, he had let the club go.
"Finn!" Kurt called. The taller boy approached him. "I need to stay after school to help Emily and Rachel reherse their song, since Brad won't be around to play the piano for them." Kurt explained. "So, just go home without me. The Brightons should be able to drop me off."
Finn nodded. "No prob, I need to take Quinn over to the mall cause her car's in the shop, but I'll head home right after."
Kurt grinned almost too widely. "Perfect. See you tonight." And with that, the countertenor went off with his (Finn's, not Kurt's) girlfriend and the little Southern belle.
When Finn had gotten home, an hour after school let out, he was a little suspicious of the little dusty red car parked on the curb by his house. He shrugged it off though, assuming the neighbors had company.
He walked in the door and was immediately assulted with smells of marinara sause and melting cheese. "Yum! Smells good, Mom!" he called into the kitchen. He had recieved no answer. Shrugging it off, he walked downstairs to his room so he could do his homework and reherse his lines and moves for Last Of The American Girls/She's A Rebel.
Another hour or so had passed, and studying and rehersing were growing tedious. Finn climbed back up the stairs to find his mother on the couch. "Hi, sweetie." Carole Hudson greeted her son with a smile.
Finn smiled back and sat next to his mother on the couch. "So, pizza for dinner?" he asked. His mother nodded absent-mindedly. "Yum. I love your pizza." Finn commented.
This got Carole to look up. "Oh, Finn, that's sweet, but I'm not-"
Burt Hummel had walked in and cut Carole off with a "Hey, Finn!" toward the teenager. The older man ruffled the younger's hair and settled down into the armchair. "Kurt not home yet?" he inquired.
"Naw, he's helping Rachel and Emily with stuff for Regionals." Finn replied. The adults questioned, as they usually did when the subject came up, about how New Directions was and when was Regionals again? and how they can't wait to see their little boys up there performing.
In the midst of this conversing that hardly included Finn, Kurt had walked in the front door. Placing his book bag on the foot of the stairs, Kurt smiled at his family. "Hello everyone!" he greeted cheerfully. He placed a kiss on Carole's cheek, and gave a tip of the head to both Finn and Burt. Kurt finally seemed to take notice of the smells wafting from the kitchen. "Mmm! Pizza!" he exclaimed. He walked toward the kitchen, a grin on his face, and called, "Honey, I'm home!"
To Finn's complete surprise, Luka's head poked itself into view. She began to grin as well. "Kurt!" she cried, leaping toward the smaller boy and wrapping her arms around him. And to complete Finn's shock, she gave him what Finn could tell was a good, hard kiss. And even more shocking was his brother returning it.
"Why are you cooking?" Kurt asked without letting the copper-haired girl out of his arms.
She didn't seem to mind, as she answered, "Well, I came here and Mrs. Hudson looked worn out, so I voluteered to cook.
"Oh, Luka, honey, call me Carole, please. After all, between you and Kurt dating and you and Finn being so close, you're practically family." Carole told the younger girl with a smile that was instantly returned.
Finn got up and turned to the happy couple. "Lu, would you excuse Kurt for a second?" Luka nodded, somewhat reluctanly, and let go of the brunette so Finn could drag him to a corner far from prying ears.
"Finn, what are you doing?" Kurt cried in his whispered way of yelling.
"What the hell? Why didn't you tell me you and Luka got together?" Finn asked in the same type of voice. "I mean, I've been asking you all day! You could've at least told me, since you asked me for advice first!"
Kurt's face softened. "I know, and I really appreciate everything you and the guys did to help me. But, I kind of don't want to tell everyone about having a girlfriend just yet."
Finn tilted his head. "Why?"
Kurt bit his lip as he formed his words carefully. "Ok, so let's say... let's say you." Kurt pointed a finger at Finn's chest. "You are Mr. All-American, and no one expects you to be gay. So, one day you come to school in your football costume-"
"Uniform." Finn corrects.
"-With your pretty little girlfriend at your side." Kurt continues as if he wasn't interupted. "Then, the next day, you walk in dressed like..." Kurt's at a loss for words.
"Like..you?" Finn asked softly, not intending offense.
Kurt gave the taller boy a half-smile. "Yes, like me. You walk in dressed like me with a boy wrapped under your arm. Now, wouldn't people think that would be somewhat...abnormal?"
Finn nodded slightly, agreeing with Kurt but still not seeing the smaller boy's point.
"It's the same for me. When I tried to turn 'normal'," Kurt said, using air quotes around the word normal. "I stared off right away not being me. I want this relationship with Luka to go slowly, so when people walk past us, they don't see a gay kid trying to be straight. They just see two people in love." Kurt explained.
Finn smiled down at the brunette. "That makes sense, Kurt. So, don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
Kurt beamed back. "Thanks. I just hope Quinn won't spill the beans. I got so annoyed that Luka told." he rolled his eyes at the memory.
Finn scoffed. "Dude, Quinn's like a secret bank. Secrets enter, but they neeeeever get out!" he teased. The two brothers shared a laugh until Carole alerted them that dinner was ready.
The rest of the evening was irrelevent. The Hummels, the Hudsons and Luka enjoyed their homemade pizza and ideal chit chat about Burt's job, the kids' grades and their preperations for Regionals. After dinner, Finn took his turn at washing the dishes while Burt watched a basketball game, Carole read and Kurt and Luka escaped downstairs to reherse for Regionals. Finn watched the game with Burt for a time then retreated to his room, where he met a strange sight.
His best female friend was shirtless on his brother's bed, sitting on her knees between Kurt's legs, tugging on Kurt's hairsprayed hair as they kissed. Kurt, also shirtless, was attempting to unclasp Luka's bra. Finn heard the countertenor chuckle and say, "Dammit, see, these things are why I'm gay." and Luka giggled softly. Finn attempted to get out of the room, but he knocked into the railing of the stairs as he turned. Luka looked at the source of the noise without breaking her kiss with Kurt, but her eyes widened when she noticed the Frankenteen.
"Finn!" the copper-haired girl cried, popping away from the brunette and searching the floor for her shirt. Kurt, on the other hand, sighed and rose slowly. He reached down, picked up a piece of black fabric and handed it to his girlfriend before finding his own shirt. Luka quickly jammed her head and arms through the appropriate holes. It ended up inside out and backwards, with the tag tickling her chin, but she really didn't seem to care.
"Uh, sorry guys, I uh, I was just gonna, um, study." Finn replied, incredibly embarressed.
"N-no, it's... it's fine, Finn. I should, uh, I should probably be getting home anyway." Luka replied, turning away from the taller boy to quickly adjust her shirt. She gave her boyfriend a quick kiss, bade both boys good night, and quickly left.
Kurt simply glared at Finn. "What?" Finn replied. "Believe me, I could've gone my whole life without seeing that!"
After watching Kurt and Luka walk away-rather uncomfortably, thanks to last night-Finn walked into the school in search of his own girlfriend. He spotted her by his locker, staring absent-mindedly across the hall. He hugged her from behind and planted a kiss in her hair. "Whatcha looking at, Rach?" he asked. She pouted and pointed at a bright poster, advertising the senior prom. "Prom?" Finn asked.
The brunette singer looked up at him, her eyes on the verge of tears. "It's not fair, Finn! Why can't we go to prom? Who cares if we're only juniors. I want to go to prom with you and who knows if we'll be together this time next year!" Rachel ranted.
Finn smiled down at her. "Aw, Rach, of course we'll be together next year. But..." Rachel looked at her boyfriend hopefully. "Maybe we can have our own party."
"A party?" William Schuester asked his two leads.
"Yes! You see Mr. Schuester, I feel that life should be celebrated and seeing as we aren't allowed into the senior prom, Finn and I felt that a celebratory prom-esque party after Regionals would be more acceptable." Rachel explained with Finn nodding his agreement.
Will pondered the thought and saw nothing against it. He turned to his other students. "Any objections, guys?" No one said anything, and everyone seemed quite enthusiastic about the idea of a New Directions only prom.
Will smiled. "Alright then, looks like we're having a New Directions prom!" he announced to the cheers of his students. "Now, let's get to work."
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