A/N: Sorry for the long wait for this chapter! I have no internet at home, and my library closes for the entire week and a half of Christmas/New Years. Hopefully it was worth the wait!
Kurt POV
By the time Monday morning rolled around, I was so stressed out that I was nearly sick. Finn hadn't sounded angry on the phone, but how could he not be upset? Maybe he was just saving his anger for when we were face to face. But that didn't make sense either. Finn might have a nasty temper on him sometimes, but he seemed virtually incapable of hanging on to his anger. His temper flared, he blew up, and then he was better almost immediately. Plus, Puck's face notwithstanding, he wasn't violent, thank God. I don't know what I would do if Frankenteen actually took a swing at me. Bruises are not a good look on me, and he might ruin my clothing besides.
Dad was already gone, so I made myself some cereal that I didn't really want to eat, but would anyway because of the fiber, and got ready to leave. I was already jittery, but Finn liked coffee, didn't he? Maybe I should pick some up.
In the end I didn't, figuring that the fewer hot things that could be thrown around, the better. If he wanted some, we could stop on the way to school. Plus, my hands were already shaking against the wheel.
The Hudson's house was lit up when I got there, and I could clearly see both Finn and Carol moving around in there. It was only 6:15, which left me with the choice of either sitting in my baby and getting more and more nervous, or getting out and risking Finn saying something in front of Carol.
Oh, please, like he hasn't blabbed to her already. Face it, Finn is a total Mama's boy, something you should know all about. After all, you used to be a Mama's boy once too, didn't you?
Finn wouldn't have dared, would he? I thought hard, and realized that I wasn't sure. The relationship between a teenage boy and his mother was a nebulous concept to me at best, and a mystery at worst. Furthermore, Finn was unusually close to Carol, and might reveal what other boys would keep secret.
I killed the engine in a single, nervous, twist of the key. No matter what I was actually feeling, I could be strong. With that thought in mind, I walked up to the front door, my jaw set. There was no doorbell, so I tapped on the door itself.
Carol answered immediately. "Hello, Kurt, why don't you come in? Finn's just finishing up getting ready." Her hand was light on my back as she guided me inside. "It's freezing out there. Do you want something to eat?"
"No, thank you, I ate at home." I searched her face for any hint of disgust, but found none. That was good, right? Carol was a really nice lady, and I liked her a lot, but I had violated her son, and that wasn't something a mother forgave.
Maybe she doesn't care. Your father didn't.
He would when he found out, though. It was one thing to accept that I might like boys, and he had admitted that he had trouble with even that, but to actually have a boy show up at the house, wanting to take me on a date? Yeah, he was going to flip out. Especially since he had specifically told me that I should leave Finn alone.
Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren't you? Don't you think you should make sure Finn isn't about to break your face before you start planning your dates?
Oh. Yeah, that would probably be for the best. My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of Finn thundering down the stairs. He gave me a quick, anxious half smile, then kissed Carol on the cheek. "Bye, Mom. I love you."
"I love you, too, Sweetheart. Remember, you have my work number if you need me to come get you, alright?"
"Yes." He rolled his eyes in a long suffering gesture that had me absolutely fascinated. If my mother had been saying those things to me, I wouldn't have rolled my eyes. I would have been down on my knees thanking her for caring so much.
No, you wouldn't have. You would be rolling your eyes, just like Finn, and you would probably be flipping your hair, too. You just think you'd be better because you know what it's like not to have a mom. If you had one, you would take her for granted, just like Finn does.
It was an interesting thought, but I didn't get much time to dwell on it, because Finn was already at the door, making gestures that told me he wanted to leave. I'm pretty sure he thought they were subtle, but Finn as a rule is about as subtle as Rachael Berry's miniskirts. Still, there was something charming about it, so I gave in to him. "Bye, Carol."
She smiled gently at us both. "Goodbye, Kurt. You have a good day, too, alright?"
"Alright." I was never really sure how to respond to Carol. Was it ok for me to like her? I really, really wanted to, but wasn't it sort of rude to replace my own mother like that? Or was it alright, as long as I didn't actually call her 'mom'?
It was chilly out, and still dark, but I could see Finn's breath fogging in the glow from the porch light. He could too, because he blew out heavy, joyful puffs of air, smiling goofily. I could feel my own lips stretch into a smile as well, just from watching his play. Finn wasn't really a morning person, but he was good at making the best of a situation, and if talking to me meant having to get up early, then he would compensate by having a little fun.
I could have watched him forever, but we weren't here to play. We were here to talk about what had happened between us, and determine where we were going to go from here. Reluctantly, I hit the automatic doors, and my baby beeped appreciatively at me. Finn got the message and hopped in.
He really was learning to compensate for his injured arm. So far this morning he had managed to dress himself, feed himself and swing his abnormally large body into a Navigator with absolutely no help. Well, I was going to assume he had dressed himself, since I couldn't quite imagine him asking Carol for help.
The air in the car was thick with tension, and I found myself unable to do anything to break it. We weren't fighting right now, and I just knew we would be before this was over. Finn didn't seem to know how to start either, because he was drumming out a nervous rhythm on the dash. I took a deep breath. "Do you want to stop and get some coffee?"
When he gave me that full out grin, I knew there was no way I was ever getting over my crush on Finn Hudson. Not when he could still smile like that, and at me for a bonus. "That would be great."
I took a detour to the nearest Starbucks, while Finn twitched and drummed nervously in the seat next to me. We were nearly there when he finally talked. "So, uh, don't freak out or anything, but I kind of told my Mom what happened."
"What!" Despite already suspecting that, the word came out as a shriek. "Why would you do that?" I was never, never, going to be able to look Carol in the eyes again. Oh, God, what if she told my father?
Finn pressed back against the seat, his eyes wide and nervous. I forced myself to be calm. Think of nice clothes, think of a self tanner that doesn't make you turn orange, think of Matt Damon shirtless… Once I was sure I wasn't going to flip out again, I looked him in the eyes. "Why did you tell her about us?"
"Uh, well, she kind of already knew. Like she came home yesterday and wanted to know what was wrong, so I told her about Quinn and Puck, but she knew it had something to do with you, too, and when he flat out asked I couldn't lie to her. Please don't be mad. She won't tell anyone, I promise."
How mad do you actually plan on being? You told Mercedes, and probably in a lot more detail then he told Carol. You both have your confidants, and Carol is Finn's Mom before she's your father's girlfriend. If she told Finn she would keep it a secret, she will. Plus, between Mercedes and Carol, who is more likely to let it slip to anyone who might tease? Something tells me that Carol isn't exactly hanging around a bunch of high school students. You're just jealous because Finn is so close to his Mom, and you aren't to your Dad.
Galinda had a point, several actually, so I nodded slowly, forcing myself not to yell and ruin this before it even started. "It's alright."
Once he had brought the first part up, Finn really started talking. "Ok, listen, I'm just going to say this, and let me say all of it because I really mean it. I'm sorry, Kurt. Ok, I know I screwed up and I took advantage of you and I'm so sorry. I didn't want any of it to happen, well I did want it to happen, but it shouldn't have. So, yeah, I understand that you're really, really mad at me, and you don't want to talk about it, but I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry. Oh, and thank you for the ride and I get it if you don't want to give me one home."
It took me a few minutes to even figure out what his words had been, he spoke that quickly, and a further few to decipher their meaning. "Wait, why do you think you took advantage of me?" If anything, I had done it to him.
Now it was Finn's turn to look confused. "Well, you know."
I waited, but that was apparently all that was forthcoming. His dark eyes met mine, worried and soft. One of us was going to have to speak, and apparently it was going to be me. "Obviously I don't, know, so why don't you tell me?"
He huffed out a breath of air, stretching his long legs as best the car would allow. "Well…I kind of already knew that you had a crush on me, and I was lonely and feeling really bad, and you were so nice to me that I thought maybe things could be different, right?"
He was saying everything I had dreaded hearing. Basically, I was his experiment, and he had found being with men, and more specifically, me, lacking. I forced my tears back. "Oh."
Finn's eyes narrowed as he thought, that forehead wrinkle appearing like magic. "No, wait, I'm messing this all up again. What I meant to say was, I wasn't really thinking about your feelings, just mine, and that wasn't very fair. Even though I really, really liked it, and I think you did, too, I shouldn't have done it."
His interpretation of what had happened certainly cleared up a few things about his behavior, but I had to be sure. "So, let me be sure that I understand you correctly. You regret what happened, not because you find it wrong or disgusting, but because you feel that you were unfair to me and my feelings?"
"Well, yeah. Why would I find it wrong and disgusting? I actually thought it was kind of great."
It was one of Finn's more charming traits. He was emotionally intelligent, but sometimes totally clueless. Granted, he might change his mind about what was disgusting and what wasn't once the merciless teasing set in, but right now, at this moment, he didn't seem to care about the difference between homo and heterosexuality, and I loved him fiercely for it.
I pulled the car over the side of the road and tossed my arms around his neck. He grunted in surprise, but quickly squeezed me back. "Ok, so what did I say right? I mean, clearly it was something I said because you aren't screaming and calling me a rapist."
"I think we would actually have to have sex for you to be considered a rapist, Finn."
He grinned at me, his teeth startlingly white in the growing light. "Is that an offer?"
Was it? No, Kurt, not yet. Sex is a big step, maybe the biggest, and you can't do this on a whim. Plus, hello poor planner, do you have any supplies? Condoms? Lube? No? Maybe you need to think this out a little better. "No." I loosened my hold on his neck and leaned back. "What exactly are we doing, Finn?"
"Getting coffee. Talking like chicks. Sitting on the side of the road." He was grinning at me still, knowing exactly what I was asking and was deliberately holding out with his answer.
"Cute." I reached out to touch his good arm. "Really, though, what's happening between you and I?"
He sighed heavily and leaned back, staring at the roof of the car. "Uh…"
"Listen, Finn, if this is a matter of convenience for you; I need to know right now. I'm not going to be your go-to whore just because I'm dumb enough to put out for you. Then it really will be wrong."
He was already shaking his head. "No! No, it's not like that at all. I mean, if I wanted that, I could probably get it from Rachael." He flinched abruptly. "That was a really dumb thing to say, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, it was." In a way, I was thankful for it though. The thought of Finn and Rachael together was a pretty effective libido killer, and greatly decreased the chances of me just climbing on top of Finn and having my way with him. "Listen, if it was just a one time, physical thing, just tell me. Otherwise, we need to talk about it."
"Do you want it to just be a one time thing?" He looked searchingly at me. "Because, you know, it takes two to drink Tang."
"Tango, Finn. It takes two to tango." Sometimes I wondered how he had made it this far in life. "And no, I don't want it to be just a one time thing."
"Huh, two to tango. You know, that expression makes so much more sense now." He was smiling, just a little.
If I didn't say anything right now, he would puzzle over his newfound knowledge until we made it to school, and I would lose my chance to speak to him. "Finn, focus. You and I, do you want an actual relationship out of this?"
Finn might not be the brightest guy on earth, but when he was truly focused on something, he gave it all of his attention. I could almost see the gears in his head turning as he thought. It was nerve-wracking, but there was a part of me that appreciated it. Finn wasn't telling me what I wanted to hear, or giving me an off the cuff answer. He was really deciding what he wanted.
Since I didn't want to stare at him and actually look as desperate as I felt, so I started the car back up. We were stuck in the drive thru at Starbucks before he spoke again. "I don't want you to be mad when I say this, cause I really, really like you and all, but I have no idea what I want."
"I'm not mad." Surprisingly, I really wasn't. Finn was just getting out of a relationship where his heart had been crushed, and he had suddenly started having feelings for someone of the same gender. Of course he was confused, and rightly so. "And I guess I'm kind of sorry, too. I overreacted, and that wasn't right."
See, Kurt, when you actually bother to think, you're very good at it. Keep that in mind the next time your temper decides to get the better of you. You know who you are, you've known since you were little. Finn's been blindsided with all of this.
"Really?" He was giving me that tentative, lopsided smile, the one that you couldn't help but smile back at. "Cause, I wouldn't blame you if you were."
I placed our orders (skim milk in mine, regular coffee for Finn), then smiled back at him. "Really." A little hurt maybe, but how could I justify being angry? "So, where do we go from here?"
"I don't know." He looked past me for a second then gestured to the window, where our drinks were waiting. "Coffee."
I gave him his cup and busied myself adding just the right amount of sweetener to mine. He sipped cautiously, then smiled. "My mom doesn't let me have coffee. She says it makes me spastic."
Of course, now was when he decided to say something. "Don't tell her then." I took a sip of my own, and nearly burned all the skin off of my tongue. Ow! How in the world did Finn stand to drink his, when mine had to be cooler due to the milk in it? He snickered a little, which made me want to smack him.
I handed him my cup. "Blow on this, please. I'll take it back at the first red light."
Oh, Finn, blow on something else, why don't you? Or just do what you did on Saturday, that would be great, too. Come on, baby, you know you felt something other then my hand on your dick. Jeez, Kurt, obvious much? Didn't I tell you to play at least a little hard to get?
Obvious enough that even Finn got the reference. He blew lightly across the surface of my drink, but not before evilly muttering "I'll blow something."
Those words pretty much guaranteed an instant hard-on. More then that, though, it made me look at Finn again. "So, does that mean you want to try something? I'm not asking for a relationship, not right now, but there's no reason we can't at least do a few things together. Unless, of course, it would be too gay or weird for you."
He looked at me over the rim of his cup. "It would be kind of weird. I don't know, though, I think it might be good weird, not bad weird, at least for me. Wouldn't it be bad weird for you, though? I mean, you already know what you want. I'm the one who has his head on backwards."
It really was sweet, the way he was trying to look out for my feelings. I guess his worry came from Quinn never looking out for his, the conniving bitch. "Let me put it to you this way: who's the hottest, sexiest, girl you can think of?"
"Angelina Jolie." He hadn't hesitated for even a second, which made me roll my eyes. Of course, he was attracted to Angelina Jolie, just like every other straight guy on the planet.
"Alright, so say Angelina Jolie came to you one night and said 'Finn, I want to do various and naughty sexual things to you. I don't need a commitment; I just want to try things out'. Would you like that?"
"Well, yeah." Finn's tone suggested that it was a no-brainer. "I mean, have you looked at her?" He gave me a once over. "Yeah, probably not."
"I liked the dress she wore to the last Oscars." That had to count for something, right?
I pulled the car to a stop, and Finn handed me my coffee back. "So, I'm Angelina, right? You really think I'm all that?"
Of course I did. "Well, yeah."
"Wow. So, are you going to be cool if we do something and I decide I want to stop? Because I'd rather not get any, you know, sex stuff, then have us fight. You're a super good friend, Kurt, and I don't want to lose that." His dark eyes were so earnest that it was nearly painful.
"It's cool, Finn, I promise. If you promise not to freak out, it can just be a little experiment. I mean, I have feelings for you, and I'm pretty sure you have feelings for me. But if you need a little time to sort it all out, that's alright. We don't have to tell anyone if you don't want to."
Honestly it wasn't as much of a sacrifice as it sounded like. I wasn't really too thrilled about having everyone know either. Despite my newfound confidence, I still wasn't out to anyone except Mercedes, Tina, Dad, Rachael, and Mr. Shue. Oh, and Carol must know, too, because Finn blabbed. Everyone had been supportive so far, but I knew that my luck wasn't going to hold. Oh, God, what was going to happen when Puck found out? Not only would I be hitting the inside of the dumpster 10 times a day, but Finn would be getting it, too. I couldn't do that to him.
Maybe he already knows. After all, everyone else has been able to figure it out, even Rachael Berry for Gods sake. Your father knew, Finn knew, Mr. Shuester knew, Karosfky and his goons figured it out. You aren't exactly subtle.
I was so busy turning that over and over in my mind that I had forgotten Finn entirely. At least I had until he gave me a quick poke. "Kurt, people are honking at us."
Belatedly, I realized that the light had turned green while I was spacing out. I hit the accelerator harder than I had intended to, and ended up splashing coffee all down my front. "Shit! Towel, Finn, towel! It's in the backseat."
There are definite advantages to being the Frankenteen, and freakishly long limbs are one of them. Finn was able to twist around in the seat and snag the towel without unbuckling his seatbelt. "Here."
I was able to get to the coffee before it got to my pants, but the shirt was a lost cause. Not only was there an ugly stain on it, I was not going to go through the day smelling like a barista. Damn, this was one of my favorite shirts, too.
"Is it ruined?" Finn spoke tentatively, probably unsure about whether or not I would jump down his throat.
"Yes." I kept blotting at the fabric, drawing out as much of the drink as I could. "I have a spare shirt in the back, though."
"You carry a spare shirt?" Finn sounded like he was on the verge of laughing, his lips twitching and his eyes sparkling.
Oh, ha ha, very funny. "Finn, I know you don't care about things like fashion or looking good, but I do. Anyway, when you spend a much time inside the dumpster behind the cafeteria as I do, you learn to carry a spare set of clothes."
He blinked a few times, looking like he might want to apologize for that for about the millionth time. He didn't, though; he just looked at me sadly. "I fucking told Puck to watch out for you. It's not that hard, I've been doing it for weeks."
As much as I hated Puck at the moment, I didn't want to do anything to further the rift between him and Finn. "He has been. He even got me right out of Karofsky's hands the other day. But you know the Boy Scout motto: Always be prepared."
"You were a boy scout?"
For about 6 months. Six months of screaming, crying, temper tantrums every meeting night. I was so terrified about the bugs and dirt that went along with the camping trip that I actually broke out in a horrendous rash that covered my entire body. Eventually, I wore my father down and he agreed to let me quit. He did not, however, allow me to join the girl scouts, like I had offered in trade. Hello, selling cookies and making purses as opposed to crawling around in the dirt and tying knots? Was there any competition at all? "Briefly."
He stared deeply at me, his dark eyes thoughtful. "Huh. I was in scouts, too, and I don't remember you."
I didn't remember him either, which was a surprise. There had only been one little boy that I had liked (and even then, I had known there was something different about they way I liked a boy, as opposed to how the other boys did), and it hadn't been Finn. The one I liked, maybe my first actual crush, had been small, with freckles and floppy blond hair. Same dark eyes as Finn though, serious, but with a sense of humor underneath. Of course, first crushes never last, and I couldn't even remember that boy's name now.
I did however, remember a certain Puck (sans Mohawk and still referred to as 'Noah') who, even at age 7, could be counted on to bully every kid smaller and weaker then him. He hadn't progressed to using his fists yet, but he absolutely tormented me verbally. These days I wouldn't have minded so much, but I had still been stinging from the loss of my mother and had been easily reduced to tears, something that he took full advantage of.
"So, like, do we need to stop at a gas station or something?"
Suddenly I saw a golden opportunity. "No, I can change shirts in the backseat. The windows are tinted enough so that no one can see in, and it's not like I'm going to be naked anyway."
I didn't miss the way Finn's eyes dilated at that comment. Oh yeah, the cowboy had been lassoed. Now all I had to do was draw him to me. "So, what do you think about what we talked about earlier?"
"Huh?" Apparently Finn had trouble thinking when he got a hard-on, just like the rest of us.
"You know, about trying something between us? Just a little secret something. You don't tell your Mom, I don't tell Mercedes, and no hard feelings if it doesn't work out. Just you and I."
"Ok." He whispered the word. "As long as there are no hard feelings."
"No hard feelings, I promise." It was a foolish thing to promise, and I knew it, but somehow that didn't matter as much as what was happening right now. The one thing I had thought could never, never happen just had. I had Finn Hudson, agreeing to a relationship with me. A quick pinch ensured that yes, I wasn't imagining this.
It wouldn't do to give any indication of how excited I was, though. Finn was clearly still nervous, and I didn't want him to think that I had manipulated him into saying yes, whether that was actually the case or not.
"Huh. So I have a kind of boyfriend that's a secret. Cool." Finn cocked his head at me, a wicked gleam entering his eyes. "So, do we seal the deal with a kiss, or what?"
My heart immediately started hammering against my chest. It was so fast and hard that I was amazed that Finn didn't notice. Be cool, Kurt, don't just throw yourself into his arms. "Sure."
I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. No tongue, no reason for him to get nervous. He raised an eyebrow. "Is the car in park?"
Was that really all he had to say? "Yes." I was about to put it back in gear, when he reached forward and easily pulled me over the seat and into his lap. Before I could ask what had possessed him, he pressed his lips to mine in the sort of kiss that I thought only existed in the movies. More specifically, porn movies. Not that I was complaining, mind you.
The kiss came as such a shock that I took a minute to get into it, but when I did, I made up for lost time. Kissing apparently came naturally to me, or maybe it was just kissing Finn that felt so natural. His fingers dug into my sides, but I didn't care.
It was a sort of an awkward kiss, considering that the gearshift was digging into my hip and there wasn't any room for the two of us to maneuver, but I really didn't care. If Finn had asked me to run away with him I would have done it right there, no questions asked.
Another few seconds passed, and Finn pulled his mouth off mine to rest his lips on my neck. He muttered something against the skin, something that was impossible to understand. It might have been. "Stop, Finn" or possibly "Mailman", though that didn't exactly make sense. Then he pulled his head up and rubbed his nose against mine in a sweet Eskimo kiss. "See, that's how you kiss someone to seal the deal."
He looked so pleased with himself that I couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, Cowboy, I won't fight you on that one."
"Good, because, you know I'm right." He released me, and I scrambled back into my own seat. I took a deep, cleansing breath, and tried to get myself back under control. Finn leaned back in his own seat. "So, what do you say we ditch school and go back to my house? We can talk a little more about the blowing."
The temptation was nearly overwhelming, and my cock (what a repulsive word by the way, but I couldn't think of a better, more theatrical, one that didn't sound totally stupid) nodded its agreement. For once, though, the head on my shoulders prevailed and I shook my head. "Something tells me your mom might notice."
"Oh. Yeah, probably. Alright then, let's get to school so you can change and I won't get detention on my very first day back. I can totally check you out when you change shirts, right?"
He had such a one track mind. Still, I couldn't deny how much I liked the thought. "Think of it as your own private strip show."
One huge hand came out to thump the dashboard. "Onwards, onwards. Drive faster!"
Give the boy points for enthusiasm. "Alright! Maybe, though, after Glee, you might need a little help with your homework. We can go to my place, since my father won't be home until later tonight."
Dense as Finn might be, he had no trouble figuring out when there might be something sexual in it for him. "Yeah, cause, you know, I might need help with my algebra or something."
"Or your biology."
"I'm not taking-Oh, yeah, that sort of biology! Yeah, I need lots and lots of help with that."
He was so darn cute when he was being stupid. By this point, we were at the school and I was trying to figure out where to park. True, the windows were tinted, but I didn't want to risk anyone seeing me change, especially with Finn in the car. On the other hand, if I parked too far away, there was always the risk of something happening to my baby.
After a brief but agonizing debate, I parked about halfway between the building and the fence and climbed into the backseat. Finn leaned over to watch, his eyes dark and dilated. I wanted to make a production out of it, but with the way he was looking at me right now, I was pretty sure that we would never end up leaving the car if I didn't move quickly.
Even though Finn had seen me completely naked two nights before, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at his unabashed staring. Finn was so big and well developed that I couldn't help but feel like a prepubescent girl next to him. My skin was too pale, and though I did work out and had some muscle definition, I knew I didn't look as good as Finn. "Stop staring at me." My voice was doing that nervous little flutter.
He didn't. "You said I could watch. Besides, I don't know why you keep crossing your arms like that, you look good."
I tried to play it off. "I don't want you to get any ideas, Finn. We agreed to try something, in private, which is not the same as doing it in the high school parking lot. Wait until this afternoon."
"Fine." He sighed dramatically and covered his eyes with both hands. "Just tell me when you're done."
And he complained that I was a drama king. I quickly buttoned up the new shirt, giving myself a quick once over. My outfit was fantastic; possibly better then when I was wearing the first shirt. The rest of me, on the other hand, could use a little work. My hair was mussed, sticking up crazily, and my lips were swollen from Finn being so rough. Maybe I could tell Mercedes that I was trying a new lip plumper. And hair gel. And blush, considering how flushed I looked. Yeah, she was never going to believe that nothing was going on.
So tell her it's a secret. She keeps them from you, there's no reason you can't have a few of your own. Tell her that you and Finn made up, and that you're working on being friends. If she believes it, great, if not, still don't tell her anything. Distract, distract, distract.
"Alright, uncover your eyes you big lug." I wrestled my hair back into a semblance of submission and took a deep, calming breath. Finn lowered his hands and gave me that lopsided smile before leaning forward and lightly kissing my cheek.
I had to smile at the gesture, so sweet and gentle after the way he had done it earlier. "Alright, Finn Hudson, are you ready to face the masses?"
"Yep." He was already gathering up his backpack and easing himself out the door. "Aren't you coming?"
This was it. Time to face my first school day as someone who had a boyfriend, instead of someone who had never even been kissed. "Yeah, Finn, I'm coming."