No more writer's block! I'm very excited.

Kurt's POV

I can't sleep. I got too much sleep during the day. Now I'm lying awake in a pitch black room. I look at the clock. It glows 2:39 am. I get out of bed and stumble up the stairs. I walk silently to the kitchen and turn on the light. My eyes take a moment to adjust to the brightness. I open the freezer and take out a tub of ice cream. I start to work on it, silently promising that I'll run a mile later. I sit on the counter, swaying my feet from side to side. I should just forget about it. Forget about him. Anything I've felt for him in the last two days doesn't matter. He doesn't want to be with me. He doesn't care. Why waste my time on him? I set the ice cream to the side and lick the spoon clean. But what if he got in that fight over me? Does that mean he cares? Was he doing it because he was upset that he hurt me?

"You can't sleep either?" Finn asks, interrupting my thoughts. He's standing in front of me, in a t-shirt and boxers.

"Nope. I was being subjected to the torture of low blood sugar. So here I am. Eating ice cream at 2 in the morning."

"I see. So this is just about low blood sugar?" he inquires, hopping up on the counter next to me. It isn't much of a hop though because he's so goddamn tall.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you just seemed a little off today."

"I- I just- I- My dad and I saw Inception today."

"I know you're just putting off telling me, but I'll play. How was it?"

"It was amazing. Such a mind-trip."

"It looks cool. I wanna see it. Ellen Page is pretty hot."

"Ellen Page not so much. Joseph Gordon-Levitt on the other hand. . ." I smile at him mischievously and he just shakes his head, reaching across me to grab the ice cream.

"So back to the real conversation," he says, sticking his finger in the tub. He licks the chocolate marshmallow ice cream off his finger and looks thoughtfully at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. "What's with you?"

"I kind of like someone. Just a little bit."

"Not-" he begins to ask.

"No. Not you." I pick up the ice cream and stick a spoonful in my mouth. I glance at Finn from under my lashes. He looks relieved.

"Then who?"

"I can't tell you that. It's. . . complicated."

"Well what can you tell me?"

"I don't know how he feels about me. He- he said we can't be friends- that- that we can't ever- but I think that he wants to be friends. He's kind of confusing."

"I think he likes you," Finn declares.

"Why is that?" I ask, incredulously.

"Because, to me, it sounds like he wants to be your friend, but something is keeping him from doing that. Like he's scared or something?" Finn struggles to explain.

"Scared? Of what?"

"Scared that he might like you. Maybe. I mean, I don't know. I'm just guessing. You're the only guy at our school who's openly gay so he is either in the closet or thinks he might be in the closet. Why do they call it in the closet?"

"No idea Finn."

"Why not in the bedroom or in the basement or maybe in the cupboard?"

"I told you Finn. I don't know," I say, shoving some more ice cream in my mouth. "In the cupboard?"

"Yeah. You know, next to the chips." I laugh and he crosses his arms. "I was being serious."

"Of course you were hun. I seriously doubt that he's a closet case though."

"You know I might be able to help more if you told me who it was. . ." He smiles really big.

"Sorry. I can't tell you. Not now at least."

"So you might tell me at some point?"

"Contain your excitement. You look like you're on speed." He pouts. "I might tell you if it doesn't end badly. I just don't know what to do."

"Don't give up on him. If he really is just scared, he might need a little push. Some encouragement from somebody who has it figured out."

"You know that is probably the most insightful advice you've ever given," I congratulate him, smiling.

"Hey, I'm surprising like that," Finn shrugs.

"Really Finn," I whisper, getting off the counter. "Thanks for this. For helping me."

"What are brothers for?" he grins. I hug him tightly. His legs are parted so I fit right in between. My fingers grab his shirt in a fist of their own accord. I press my face into his chest and listen to his slightly panicky heartbeat. He slowly moves his arms to engulf me. He rests his chin on the top of my head, his thighs tensing. For a moment a tingling sensation disturbs my inner thighs, but it's cut short by the thought of Puck – hot and sticky in my car. I realize that this really is what Finn wants it to be. A brotherly hug. A sweet gesture by someone I can love and not want to be with. Relief washes over my entire body. His arms tighten. His hold makes me feel content and safe. I squeeze his torso once more before releasing him. I push myself up on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

"See you in the morning," I murmur, leaving the kitchen.

"Are you sure-"

"It isn't you," I say and head to our room. I close the door and sit down next to the wall. "It isn't you. It's Puck."

Kinda short, but I didn't get around to writing because we went to Sea World this weekend. Oh and if you haven't seen Inception yet, GO SEE IT. Seriously, it's freaking amazing. Listening to five times august. You should check them out. Really good.

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