A/N: You guys are great! Thanks again for all the reviews! I can't always answer them all, but I really do read them all and take your comments and suggestions into consideration. I want to thank Whitvit for her reminder that Kurt is not always this nice… I promise Kurt is out of his slump and will be his usually icy self once more. I also want to thank MadMaddy1200 for her suggestion that I include each boy's fantasy about the other. So this chapter has Kurt's fantasy and the next chapter has Finn's. Just remember that this is rated T so it will not be that detailed. No worrys…I know you all have great imaginations, and you can fill in any gaps. Hope you enjoy!
First Kiss
Chapter Eleven
Mercedes made it to his place in record time.
"Let's hear it," she said, when they were settled on his bed. "And Kurt this better be good or I'm kickin' your ass for wimping out." The smile on her face took some of the sting out of her threat, but Kurt had no doubt that she would follow through, if he needed it.
"I did not wimp out. I told tell him I was upset about how he was kissing Quinn in the parking lot."
"And he said…?"
"Sorry."
She gave him a look and he held up his hand.
"Don't bother. I know what you are going to say."
"Good. Then I don't have to waste my breath reminding you of what we both know to be true." Lecture done, for the minute at least, she asked curiously, "Then what happened?"
"Then, he started kissing me and stuff…"
"Stuff?" she interrupted. Kurt couldn't help the blush that darkened his cheeks. "Please tell me you didn't…"
"No," he responded. "I stopped it before it got too far." Okay that was close to the truth. As close as he was going to get, at least. He really did not want an ass kicking.
"Really?" she looked unconvinced.
"Let's just say, the thought of you charging in here… helped."
"Then I have done my job," she said, with a smirk.
"The only reason, I am even bringing this up is because it is relevant… "
"How?" She looked at him curiously.
Kurt took a deep breath.
"Finn told me that he wanted me to be his first."
He almost laughed at the expression on her face. He knew he'd had the same look when Finn had told him.
"First what? Guy?"
"Thank you. That is exactly what I said."
"And he said…" she said impatiently.
"First with anyone."
"Kurt. Please, please tell me that you are not stupid enough to believe that."
"Of course not, Mercedes. Finn on the other hand…"
She held up her hand to stop him. "You've lost me. What aren't you telling me, Kurt?"
Kurt then explained about the hot tub incident.
"You've got to be kidding me." At Kurt's shake of the head, she added, "I am sorry, Kurt, but Finn really is dumber than a box of rocks."
"Mercedes, he is just naïve and trusting."
"Uh, huh."
"You are missing the point here. Do you know what this means?"
"Yeah. Your boyfriend is an idiot."
"No," he said impatiently. "If Finn is not the father of Quinn's baby, then who is?"
Mercedes thought about that. "Quinn obviously knows… but does the baby daddy know?"
"I think we should find out," Kurt said excitedly.
"How?" Mercedes asked.
"By investigating. We will follow Quinn around. Not at the same time, of course. We don't want her to be suspicious. I really think we will be able to figure it out by watching her."
"We'll go all Sherlock Holmes on the place," Mercedes added.
"And Ellery Queen…"
"Wait. Who the hell is that?"
"He is a fictional American detective. Better even than Sherlock Holmes."
"I doubt that, Kurt."
"He was my mom's favorite," Kurt said softly.
"Okay, fine. I will be Sherlock Holmes and you can be…"
"Ellery Queen."
"Right."
"Great." Kurt was excited now that he was finally doing something. "Oh, maybe I can find a pair of pince-nez glasses and a felt hat to wear. Fashion is all about the accessories you know."
"Okay, why not?" she replied, even though he could tell she didn't have a clue what he was talking about.
And so they strategized until Kurt's father came home.
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Kurt was having trouble sleeping. His mind was racing with possibilities.
Finn wasn't the father of Quinn's baby.
Even though he knew Finn might still choose Quinn over him, he felt like he now at least had a chance. Finn's paternal instinct and the fact that he hadn't known his own father, had given Quinn an advantage. One she didn't deserve, considering she not only lied to Finn about being the daddy, but she also treated him terribly. Kurt no longer had any nice feelings for Quinn. Not that he'd had many to begin with, but he had felt sorry for her. No longer. Now she was just the bitch torturing his boyfriend. And for that she deserved to be humiliated and destroyed.
It was most definitely on!
Finn would know the truth. Kurt would make sure of it.
And if he still picked Quinn?
He wouldn't even think about that now.
There was something else, there in the back of his mind that was demanding his attention; it was something important that he was ignoring. It was just a feeling that, really, he should be concentrating on something else.
And then he remembered. Finn had asked him to be his "first". At the time, he had gotten so caught up in the impossibility of it all, and then the realization that Finn wasn't the baby daddy, that he missed the importance of that request. Finn had chosen him… instead of Quinn… instead of Rachel…
Instead of a girl.
He suddenly felt more optimistic than he had in a long time. Finn wanted him. And while he had known Finn enjoyed kissing him, they hadn't done much else. He had thought maybe the other boy was deluding himself into thinking of Kurt as a pseudo girl. Now he didn't think so.
Naturally, that led to other thoughts.
What if he hadn't pulled away?
Kurt hadn't let himself relive that moment, but now, alone in his bed, he allowed himself the luxury. Of course, he had fantasized about what it would be like to be with Finn, but his imagination could not compare with the reality.
The memory of Finn kissing him flooded back and left him tingling all over.
Kurt remembered the sound of Finn's uneven breathing and the musky scent of his body as he held him. When he kissed his neck he could feel the pulse in his veins and taste the salt on his skin. He now imagined running his tongue along that same path. Finn was intoxicating, and he couldn't get enough.
Most of all, he could never have imagined the exciting feelings that coursed through him as Finn was crushed against him. He could feel just how much Finn wanted him.
He remembered the feeling of Finn squeezing his butt, but he didn't let it overwhelm him. He didn't want this fantasy to end so soon.
His imagination took over from there:
Finn kissed the side of his neck. He alternated between licking and sucking on his sensitive skin, and Kurt moaned in appreciation. He didn't even care if Finn left marks. It was just a fantasy, after all.
"Kurt, I want to touch you," Finn said breathlessly.
"You are touching me," he replied, enjoying the feelings those hands evoked as they gripped him tightly.
"No, I mean I want to touch you, not your clothes."
And as if to emphasis this Finn reached his hand under Kurt's shirt and rubbed his hand lightly over the small of his back.
Kurt could barely talk then, thinking of the possibilities. Finn took his mumbled words as assent and then moved his hand downward. Finn's hand slipped underneath Kurt's jeans and his briefs. He was moving agonizingly slow, and the anticipation of his touch heightened Kurt's excitement. Finally his hand reached its destination and he touched his bottom. As Finn stroked the sensitive skin in between, Kurt…
…didn't make it any further. His fantasy dissolved as the intense feelings took over. Finally his breathing slowed.
He was frustrated that he never actually got very far in his fantasies; he just couldn't hold out that long. Just thinking about Finn was enough to do him in. If he couldn't keep from erupting early from his encounter with imaginary Finn, how was he going to make it through when actual Finn was touching him?
That was something he knew he had to work on… just in case.
