Glee is not mine, obviously. Also can I just bring this to your attention:
"We kind of always had a master plan with Finn and Kurt, which will come into fruition in season 2." - Ryan Murphy
Ryan Murphy, if it's just them being 'brothers' - I will kill you and/or hold you in my garage until you make them endgame.

"But why can't we get a dog?"

"Because, Finn, a dog is like a baby with four legs and fur which will malt all over my Alexander McQueen jeans and will probably end up chewing all my designer sweaters. We are not getting a dog." Kurt finished with a stern look over his shoulder as he opened the patio door into the kitchen.

"Not if we got a dog that didn't malt that much," Finn suggested.

"Finn, we are not getting a dog. The furniture and my dad couldn't handle it, I don't think your mother is too keen either," Kurt pointed to Carole aimlessly and moved to sit at the island counter.

"Morning boys," Carole smiled and handed them a plate of pancakes, freshly made.

"Thanks mom," Finn beamed then muttered. "Kurt never makes me pancakes."

Kurt gasped and mock punched Finn in the arm, "I made you waffles and brought them down to the basement for you because you refused to move!"

"That's because I was hurting," Finn whined and glanced at Kurt with a pout and puppy dog eyes.

"I didn't get pancakes and waffles when I was hurting," raising his hand to his chest.

"Mom made them, remember? Christmas morning?"

"I wasn't hurting then, surprisingly. I'm talking about that other time," Kurt raised his eyebrow, hinting without saying, "I saw no pancakes coming my way," he pouted.

Finn's face frowned and then gently eased when he realised what Kurt was talking about. He smiled at the memory and then at Kurt's perfect practiced pout before leaning over the island.

"Aw, I'm sorry baby. I'll give you all the pancakes you want," mumbling into Kurt's lips before kissing him firmly.

Kurt kissed back smiling happily as he pulled away slightly, "Can I eat them off you?"

Carole snorted in the background while frying some eggs which broke the boys out of their trance. She turned around, hand on her hip and spatula in hand before giggling and then concluding their argument about pancakes was pathetic and no, they weren't getting a dog. Finn sulked a little more.

"What are you boys doing today?" Carole asked happily as she sat next to Kurt and tucked into her eggs.

"I'm meeting up with Dave, he needs to buy Fallout 3 and then go back to his and play it," Finn mumbled through his mouthful of pancake.

"Do you know what the funniest thing is?" Kurt chuckled to himself. Everyone looked at him expectantly so he continued, "Well usually when two gay guys hang out you'd think they'd get up to things. But you two will actually spend all day playing this game."

Carole snorted again at Finn's confused face and Kurt's smirk was copied by her.

"What are you doing, Kurt?"

"Oh, I'm going shopping with Mercedes but I need to stop off at the dry cleaners to get our sheets washed."

"Why?" Carole looked at him, frowning.

"Why do you think?" Kurt's eyebrow rose and a smirk reappeared on his face. "Also the ones outside will have sap on them from the tree and probably smell of outside," he scrunched his nose.

"Ugh, you boys are more sexually frustrated than most teenagers – you know that, right?"

Finn giggled into his glass of orange juice and Kurt would have totally kicked him under the table but there wasn't space there since they were at the kitchen island counter thing, so he just blushed brightly.

"You wouldn't have us any other way," Finn smiled innocently at his mother before she ran over and gave him a massive hug.

Kurt smiled, although feeling slightly left out. Finn laughed and pushed her away before getting up and putting his stuff in the sink. He sauntered over to Kurt and placed his chin on Kurt's shoulder, kissing his cheek. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's waist and pulled him a little closer.

"Why the sad smile, beautiful?" Finn murmured against his ear.

"I left my phone outside and I don't have the energy to move and get it," he lied.

"Well then," Kurt felt Finn smile and spin the stool around, moving between his legs.

Finn took Kurt's face in his hands and stroked his sideburns affectionately, nuzzling their noses and eventually letting their lips meet. Finn never really got over how much he loved kissing Kurt, if it was a paid job he'd be a millionaire by now. He kind of hated that he couldn't do it all day, because of PDA and everyone being so uncomfortable and shit.

Half way through the kiss Finn pulled away, leaving Kurt needy, and headed out to retrieve his boyfriend's phone from the pile of sheets sitting happily on the hammock.

When he returned Kurt must've headed downstairs to get ready or something, so Finn went back outside to sort out the sheets and put them into a laundry bag, ready to be taken to the laundry place. Carole sometimes got pissed about constantly washing their sheets and since both of them were soiled they decided to waste their own money instead of the water at the house. It was almost like the boys way of apologising...

"Babe, the sheets are ready to be taken with you," Finn shouted as he jogged down the stairs to find Kurt lying on the bed with his iPod in. Finn smiled and ran over to pick his boyfriend up off the bed and into the bathroom.

They showered happily together, drunk off of nothing but each other's naked bodies and wet kisses. Finn was ready first as usual and rang Dave to organise what was actually happening today, while Kurt got ready and sorted out his hair. Kurt was on the phone to Mercedes as they left and was laughing and bitching about Rachel and her helplessness with fashion. From the one sided conversation Finn could hear, he gathered that Mercedes had another date with Anthony and needed something to wear desperately. So Kurt being Kurt immediately opted to be fashion director and ordered her to go shopping with him, since he was being 'ditched by his boyfriend to play video games with the other gay kid in town'.

They dropped the sheets of and blushed at the woman who watched them put them into the machines, before giggling and spinning around in the dirty sheets. Finn pushed Kurt up against the row of machines at one point, they were organised in rows like in a supermarket. So no one could see them and the aisle was empty; just a long bench down the middle, the boys and a washing basket.

Finn captured Kurt's lips and shut his eyes tightly enjoying everything he couldn't see and could only feel. He moaned and giggled quietly when Kurt reached around his waist and moved his hands further down Finn's body to settle on his ass then began spanking it comically. Finn bit down on Kurt's bottom and well-kissed lip, pulling it slightly and breathing heavily before letting it go and nuzzling their noses together.

Kurt blushed and pushed Finn away and down onto the bench before swinging his legs over him and straddling his thighs. He brushed his hands through the taller boy's hair and kissed down the side of his face, letting his breath tickle the skin and heat it up. Finn, obediently, tipped his head to the side to give Kurt perfect access to his neck – his breath never failing to hitch and become irregular. They stayed like that for a while, just touching each other's faces and sharing soft kisses and meaningful, loving looks.

This place about to blow-ow-ow-ow, blow-ow-ow-ow! This place about to blow-ow-ow-ow!

"Hello?" Kurt answered, breathless.

Finn giggled at his hesitant answer to 'what are you doing?', then stood up moving Kurt off of him. Finn managed to pay and arrange a time to pick up the sheets and paid before saying thank you and making their way out to the car and heading to the mall. Kurt sighed and moaned about how stressed Mercedes was making him, claiming that it was 'only a second date!' and that she needed to 'calm the hell down or she'll have her period early.'

"When are you meeting Dave?" Kurt asked as he was saying goodbye to Finn, with Mercedes linked at the arm.

"Dave? As in Karofsky?"

"Uh, yeah – I promised him we'd bond more to make Kurt happy," Kurt smiled cheekily at Finn's truthful reason, "and I'm meeting him in like five minutes, so I'll probably be late because I never know where the game shop is in this place."

"And this is why we never come shopping," Kurt concluded as he looked pitifully at Mercedes, hoping she'd feel his pain. "Here, take a map babe." He reached up and gave Finn a soft kiss and stroke of the torso before moving away and walking off with Mercedes.

"Bye Finn!" She called over her shoulder as the pair walked off into a boutique.

Finn did, in fact, get lost but eventually found his way to the game shop where he was supposed to meet Dave.

Dude im here. Where r u? i look like an old man spndin his day at the game shop! Hurry up!

Dave replied saying he was on his way up, and told him to go in and find the game, the quicker they got it the longer they'd have to play it. Finn thought that was actually decent logic and since it was possibly the only game that involved guns and all that jazz that Finn hadn't played, Fallout 3 was something he needed to, to keep up his record.

No one would believe him when he'd tell people that he and Kurt actually played Xbox together, Kurt was actually really good at Call of Duty and Halo. But every time he tried to prove it, Kurt would walk away smirking and insisting that he'd never sink to such a low level of entertainment or stupidity. He was really good, damn it!

So Finn was finally relived to have healthy and new competition that hopefully wouldn't end in him being beat by a guy who knew more about flavoured moisturisers than what type of vertical weapon his was currently using on his vertical opponent. Dave would be easy to beat, Finn was positive – no one played Xbox as much as him, it even caused a massive fight between himself and Kurt.

His phone vibrated in his pocket as he reached to answer it he saw Dave was calling.

"Yo, dude, where you at?" Finn answered.

"Man, where is this store, I'm fucking lost," Dave laughed through the speaker.

"Dude, it's on the right from Shake Out and then-" Finn stopped as he heard someone call his name.

"Hey, Hudson, shouldn't you be buying panties for you girlfriend?"

Finn turned around to see a bunch of guys heading toward him, surely they wouldn't pull anything in a store – with, you know, people about.

"He's more of a man than you fuckheads will ever be," Finn bit back but kept his distance and head high, bracing his shoulders and refusing to back down – despite what his body was telling him.

"Is that so, fairy?" One of the meathead jocks said from the back of the group, walking forward with what seemed that a bat. How the fuck did they get in with a bat?

Oh wait, they were jocks. They must've looked like they'd just played some baseball, stretching out from their football requirements; no one would've thought they'd beat someone up with it.

Finn heard the faint shouting of "Finn? Dude! Are you there? FINN?" from his phone which was loosely held in his hand, down by his side.

And then... nothing.

"No, lose the belt," Kurt pointed as he circled Mercedes in the changing rooms. "It goes so much better without it. You don't need it, the colours look better without it."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. You don't need the belt because the colours stop purposely – adding a belt is like when Rachel wears dangly earrings to school. I'm all for accessorising but sometimes people accessorise incorrectly and it looks... tacky. Lose the belt," Kurt concluded.

"I agree with the young man, the dress makes you look gorgeous – the belt makes you look cheap," a sweet blonde haired girl commented as she waited for her friend to change in the fitting room opposite.

"You see, 'Cedes, she gets it!" Kurt pointed to the girl and put his hands in a prayer position and thanked her. "Also, you're shoes are gorgeous," he complemented the girl with a smile.

"Thank you, I know sale items are usually shameful. But please, if it's Dior and in the sale I don't think it goes down in value at all."

"Holy mother of everything fashionable, you're the female version of Kurt," Mercedes giggled and placed her hand on her hip with a cheeky smile.

"You have good taste," Kurt chirped. "So we're getting this dress, yes?"

"You really should, you look beautiful," the blonde girl smiled.

"Fine, we'll get it – let's hope he doesn't take me to a baseball game or something," Mercedes laughed because she'd be way too overdressed for a baseball game.

"Oh, have some faith in the man!" Kurt playfully smacked her on the arm and pushed her back into the fitting room.

"Yeah, well we can't all have perfect quarterback boyfriends who agree to have sex and then go out stargazing in a hammock in the back yard," Mercedes shouted back through the curtain.

Kurt laughed and buried his face in his hands; he blushed lightly as the girl who was so kind was probably scared for life now.

"You're Kurt Hummel, right?" She asked, slightly hesitant but with a huge smile.

"Erm, yes. Why?"

"You're the one who's dating Finn Hudson?" Her smile still refusing to falter.

"Yes," Kurt chuckled, slightly embarrassed, "why?"

"You two are totally adorable, I see you in the corridors and stuff. I really love how he doesn't take crap from anyone," she beamed at Kurt.

He got a strange sense that this was what it must be like to be popular, people admiring you – kind of felt like fame. He heard his friends telling them how cute they were and stuff but never from a complete stranger, who simply observed and knew nothing about them. Kurt smiled, finally feeling something different about his relationship.

"Uh, thanks," he giggled, not sure what else to say.

"Sorry, it's hard not to watch you two. I'm not a creeper or anything," she giggled and moved her fringe to the side a little more, "I'm Hebe, as in the plant but not a plant... obviously."

Kurt laughed and held out his hand to shake hers, "Kurt Hummel."

"Mercedes!" She shouted from behind the curtain and came out holding her clothes in a bundle. "Here, hold this," she handed the dress over to Kurt as she returned the others.

"I er- I found you, that day a few weeks ago. You were crying and threw yourself against the locker," Kurt stiffened as he remembered that day, and how he felt. He remembered his eyes burning from the tears and the thrill of cold metal against his face. "I told you where Finn was and you muttered a thank you but I never came to tell you because I thought that'd be creepy or whatever," she rounded off.

"Oh. Thank you," Kurt walked over and hugged her slightly; she jumped a little at the contact. "I remember thinking I should've asked for your name, sorry for being so cold towards you. It wasn't really my day," Kurt chuckled and came out of the hug.

"I could see that," she smiled brightly. "You know, you're a really nice guy, Kurt. You shouldn't have to deal with all the shit you get."

Kurt smiled and looked down, "I know it's not fair but at the end of the day it's made me stronger."

"Honey, you ready to go?" Mercedes came back in when she noticed Kurt hadn't followed her out.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," he smiled at Hebe and hugged her again; "it was so nice to finally meet you."

She giggled; "Does this mean I can add you on Facebook?"

"Hell yes, I could do with some more friends on there that won't abuse me!"

They said their goodbyes and headed to the check out, Kurt commented on how amazing Mercedes would look tonight and if Anthony wouldn't ask her out again or ask her to be his girlfriend Kurt would throw a bitch fit and possibly hard fruit at him. He was even tempted on spying, convincing Finn they needed a meal out or something – then sneak into a booth and watch the date from afar. But then he realised that would be really pathetic and Finn would just moan even though there would be food in front of him.

Oh, that reminded Kurt.

"'Cedes can we go to that cookie store after this?"

"I thought you didn't put such sugary foods in your body?"

"I don't. My freakishly tall, Frankenteen, chunky mass of a boyfriend does," Kurt smiled like a pleading child. "I promised I get him a cookie of some kind to say thank you for last night."

"Oh, the way to his heart is so very simple."

Kurt chuckled and rested his head on Mercedes' shoulder smiling at how much truth she spoke. "I know."

She nodded and paid for the dress before linking arms with Kurt as they left the store.

"Why do you need to say thank you?" She asked randomly as they approached the cookie store.

"He let me top again," Kurt whispered as he joined the busy queue which was formed by your everyday business workers who decided to splash out on more than a double, no fat latte.

"Oh," Mercedes rolled her eyes, "so he gets a cookie as a treat for being a good boy?"

"Ew, Mercedes. Why does it sound so cringe-y when you say it like that?" Kurt shuddered and examined the menu on the huge display below the 'Jackson's Cookies and Cakes' sign. "Chocolate or vanilla?"

"Because I'm still a virgin and I'm not turned on right now, nor are we engaging in sexual activities which allow us to say such embarrassing things because we're pretty sure our partner won't remember them after we've done the deed. And Caramel, after all Kurt, he let you top – shouldn't he get his favourite flavour?" Mercedes ranted in a completely monotone and slightly mocking voice which sounded like a bit of Kurt and Rachel mashed up.

"You'll be thanking me one day when he's on his knees begging for you," Kurt concluded. "Caramel it is then."

This place about to blow-ow-ow-ow, blow-ow-ow-ow! This place about to blow-ow-ow-ow!

"Kurt, man, you need to change your ringtone. I thought you despised Ke$ha?"

"I do. But this song makes me giggle, for obvious, immature reasons," Kurt smiled and Mercedes flashed him a stern, 'are you serious?' look. "I'm dating Finn Hudson okay? I'm allowed to laugh at blowjob jokes and immature things like that."

"Boy, you're whipped. Answer your phone."

Kurt grinned, beginning to make kissy faces towards Mercedes and eventually kissing her light on the cheek.

"Hello!" Kurt almost shouted while smiling and giggling at the people who gave him strange looks.

"Kurt?" A panicked and breathless voice came through the speaker.

"Dave? Are you okay?"

"N-no," came the almost silent and non-existent reply. "Can you – Finn's on the way to the, uhm, what?"

There was murmuring and beeping in the background.

"The hospital. Finn. Attacked. Kurt, Lima hospital – hurry."