Kurt POV

Finn had been reluctant, but in the end I convinced him to let me do his hair using all of my superior debating skills. And, uh, it also may or may not have had something to do with me sticking my hand down his pants. Within five minutes or so, Finn probably would have agreed to perform Riverdance in the school hallways tomorrow, as long as I didn't stop what I was doing. Then he had given me that devilish smirk, and the Popsicle had come back up and who as I to deny him the opportunity to practice his new skill and as it turned out Finn was actually pretty good at-

"Kurt, what are you doing?" Finn was squirming, though I wasn't sure whether it was due to boredom or the fact that I was practically sitting in his lap. "We've been here for almost 20 minutes. I don't have that much hair!"

I slapped his hand when he tried to reach up. "Stop that! You foolishly agreed to represent the Glee club, and you are not going to do that with bad hair. Now chin up."

Finn was sitting on the bench in the boy's bathroom, while I leaned over him and dealt with his hair. As much as he was complaining, I could tell that he secretly liked being fussed over.

He sighed dramatically, but I wasn't about to be deterred. "You had your chance to escape this before you told Rach you would do it, and again when I asked you last night. Quit your whining."

He glared. "You know that I can't think when you're touching my dick! Or when you're kissing me, or when you're doing that little smile thing that you're doing right now! You entrapped me!"

Apparently he liked the memory, because it was getting pretty obvious that his squirming was due to being turned on. "And I'll entrap you again later if you behave yourself. But only if you quit your whining."

There was a hard pounding on the bathroom door. "Finn? What are you doing in there? I'm all for you looking your best, especially since your appearance reflects on me also, but this is ridiculous! You can't possibly still be doing your hair."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Cool it Princess Nageralla. Finn will be done in here when he's done in here and not one second before. Go wax yourself or something."

That insult had come off the top of my head, but it must have hit home, because she gave an exasperated shriek and stomped off. Finn chuckled. "Please don't piss her off. I have to deal with her later, you know."

"Oh, fine." I rubbed my cheek against his, taking care not to mess up his hair, which had taken forever to gel properly. Then I smirked and grabbed him through his jeans. "And get rid of this, before she thinks that she caused it and jumps you in the choir room."

"You would fight her off, wouldn't you?" The stupid grin on his face told me that he was probably having a fantasy about the catfight. And, knowing Finn, it probably also involved the she and I rolling around in pudding while we did it. "Anyway, can't you get rid of it for me?"

"Of course I would fight her off. You are mine. And do you really want a hand job in a filthy boys bathroom?"

"Yes!"

"Well, it's not happening, so get that thought of your head this instant." I kissed him once more and nodded. "Ok, you're ready."

If you're willing to say that he's yours, why won't you tell him how much you love him? For once Galinda didn't sound bitchy, she just sounded curious.

Honestly, I wasn't sure. There was just something inside of me, something deeper then Galinda, that was telling me to wait. That there would be a time to tell Finn how much I loved him, and it would be important when I did.

"Cool." He stood up and stretched. "So, do I look ok?"

"You look fantastic." He really did. Since we all know that Finn can't dress himself, and Carol needed more help then he did, I had been forced to step in and choose a nice collared shirt to go with one of his better pairs of jeans. Not only did they have both knees still in them, but they made his ass look divine.

"Ok, so I'll call you when I'm done." He pulled my head down so he could kiss the top of my head. Had it been anyone else screwing up my hair, I would have thrown a fit, but Finn could have done just about anything and I would have still allowed it.

As much as I wanted to hang around and watch them do the pictures, I didn't think I could handle that much Rachel Berry, especially since she was likely to be flirting obnoxiously. I wasn't comfortable enough with all of this to try and stake a claim on Finn in front of anybody, much less the biggest trout mouth in the entire school. Once she found out about Finn and I, people in Alaska would know by Friday.

Once I saw Finn into the room, I wandered aimlessly about. It was after school, so as long as I avoided the places that he jocks hung out, I should be safe by myself. Someone appeared at my side, and I automatically tensed before realizing that it was Brit. She grinned happily. "So, you and Finn?"

"Finn and I what?" I was proud of the fact that my voice didn't crack.

"Aren't the two of you together?" She looked completely confused. "You sure look at each other like you are. You look at him like you want to eat him up."

That was technically true, and I didn't know what to say to it. "Uh…"

Fortunately, Brit didn't need me to say anything. "I think he's cute enough to eat up, too, but I wouldn't do that to him. After all, I'm in love with someone else, and you've been in love with Finn for, like, ever."

This was bad; this was really, really bad. If Britney knew that I was with Finn, it must have been obvious to everyone. Well, everyone except Rachel, I guess. "Brit, I do not want to eat Finn Hudson up."

Liar.

She pulled me into the auditorium and sat next to me. "Of course you do. It's ok, I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to. I can keep a secret."

I was down to two choices here. I could either try and lie to her, which wasn't working so far, or forget that she was an idiot for five minutes and confess the truth, which meant she would blab it to the rest of the school. Great.

Don't you secretly want that? That way the pressure if off you and off Finn. Brit will have blabbed, not one of you, and there will be nothing you could have possibly done to prevent it.

I didn't want that, did I? Before I could puzzle that out, Brit was speaking again. "How about this: you tell me the truth about Finn, and I'll tell you the truth about who I'm secretly in love with? That way we can keep each others secrets."

"Ok." Lying wasn't going to work, but maybe fear of me revealing her secret would keep her silent. "Tell me who you're secretly in love with." Please God, let it not be Finn.

She leaned forward and laid her forehead against mine. "Santana."

Somehow, that both shocked me and didn't surprise me in the least. I had long since suspected that Santana and Britney were more then just friends, but it was surprising to hear her admit it so plainly. Brit might be stupid, but she had more courage then I did to admit it out loud. "Really."

"Yeah." She sighed softly. "I don't think she's in love with me, though."

Boy did I understand that. "Why do you think that?"

"She's really in love with Puck, even though he got Quinn pregnant and slept with Lizzy, and Samantha, and Lauren, and Bella, and-"

I cut her off there, because I strongly suspected that she could have listed girls that Puck had slept with for hours. "Have you talked to her about it?"

She shrugged hopelessly. "Yeah, but she says that she likes being with me but it's not serious. She really likes boys, I'm just a distraction for when she hates Puck or he's in juvie or something."

Ouch. "That sucks."

"Yeah, it does." Her shoulder lightly bumped mine. "But you mooned over Finn for more then a year, and he finally came to his senses, so maybe Santana will come to hers." Her eyes turned serious. "How did you do it? Did you make him into a zombie slave or something, or are you just really good in bed? Because I think I'm really good in bed and it doesn't mean that she wants to stay with me."

The last thing I wanted to think about was Brit and Santana in bed together. "I have no idea how I got Finn, only that I did and it's the best thing that ever happened to me."

"I know. His mom told my mom that he's really happy now. Isn't he, like, your brother, though? That's illegal, I saw it on Jerry Springer one time. Your babies will have three eyes or something."

There was so much wrong with that statement that I didn't know where to even begin. "Ok, my father is dating his mother. They aren't married, and even if they were, Finn and I would be stepbrothers, not actual brothers. A marriage license won't change our DNA." At her confused look, I hastened to clarify. "Sharing DNA is part of what makes you a blood family. Finn and I don't have the same mother or the same father, so we don't have the same DNA, ok?"

"So you won't really be brothers?" She was trying so hard that it was almost sad.

"Right, Finn and I won't really be brothers. And, anyway, they might not get married at all."

She smiled at me. "I think they will. Carol was going on and on to Mom last night, until dinner was late and I had to try making it myself. Did you know that you have to take the biscuits out of their tube before you put them in the microwave otherwise the metal will make it blow up?"

How had she managed to make it 16 years without killing herself? Then again, I had wondered the same thing about Finn on multiple occasions. "Yes, Brit, I knew that."

"Oh. So, you won't really be brothers, and your babies won't have three eyes?"

"Brit, Finn and I are both men, we can't have babies together." Not for the first time, I cursed the sex ed program in Lima.

"But you're in love!" She honestly looked like she might cry. "How can you be in love and not have any babies?"

"Because neither one of us has a uterus!" I was starting to get a little frustrated.

"What's a uterus?"

"It's where babies grow inside a woman." Deep breaths, deep breaths, find the happy place, do not kill her.

"Oh." She leaned her head on my shoulder. "Would you be sad if your dad married Finn's mom?"

I didn't even want to think about it. I liked Carol, but I was just getting used to the idea of some stranger dating Dad, and adding in a wedding might push me over the edge. "Yeah."

"I though so. But you know what they say!"

Why was I suddenly afraid to know what they said? "No, I guess I don't."

"They say: all things in time. Or sometimes they say: this too shall pass."

Just like Finn, sometimes Britney can surprise you. Whether she realized it or not, she was actually being quite profound. I didn't need to worry about Dad and Carol right now. Either they would break up, or I would learn to love her in time, just like Finn would learn to love Dad. It wasn't fair to take that relationship away from either of them. I kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks, Brit."

"No problem. If they get married, do you think they'll have a baby together?"

That was something that had never even crossed my mind. As immature as it sounded, I was the baby! I was my father's only child, and even though I was three months older then Finn, it wasn't enough to make a difference. I didn't want my father to have another baby that might turn out to be a boy and one he liked better then the boy he already had. "I hope not."

"Why not? You and Finn aren't going to have any babies, and Quinn's giving hers away. It would be nice to have a little baby around."

The door flew open while I was still trying to puzzle out the correct reply to that. Finn pounded down the steps, Rachel hot on his heels. "See, I told you we could find at least some of them in here."

Finn was all but bursting with excitement. "Guess what, guess what?"

Since Rachel was still alive and functional (and making flirty eye at Finn, damn her) I probably wasn't going to be as happy about this news as Finn was. "What?"

He gestured for Rachel to tell it, his eyes dancing with excitement. She took a deep breath, stopping for an overly dramatic pause, then held out both hands. "What would you say if I told you that the entire Glee club will be starring in a commercial?"

Could that possibly be true? "I'd call bullshit."

"Well, it's true. The photographer knows a guy who is filming a commercial, and he wants us to come in tomorrow!"

I looked over at Finn for confirmation, and was surprised to see him nodding. "How did you pull this off Finnegan?"

"Nope, this was all Rach." I didn't miss the way he touched her arm, but, as jealous as I was, even I had to admit that there was nothing inappropriate about it, at least not on Finn's part. Rachel, on the other hand, looked about two seconds away from an orgasm.

I decided to bet the bigger man here. "That's fantastic, Rachel. What exactly are we going to be selling?"

"Puppies? Chocolate? Make-up? Bagels?" Brit was getting more excited by the minute.

"Mattresses!" Given Rachel's excited tone, you would think that we were selling designer clothes. Still, I had to admit that it was pretty exciting.

"Mattresses? What do they need us to do to sell mattresses?" I refused to get too wild until I knew exactly what this entire thing entailed.

"I don't know, he just said he could use us." Finn sat down on my other side, throwing one arm over the back of my chair and just barely brushing my shoulder with his fingertips. "Do you think you can get a hold of the rest of the club?"

As if I didn't have everyone on speed dial. If I dialed Mercedes, she would call Tina, who would then call Artie. If Britney would call Santana, then the message would get passed on to Puck, Matt, and Mike. That just left Quinn, who I would personally call. I certainly didn't want that task left to Finn. He might have been able to excuse Puck, but that forgiveness didn't extend to Quinn. "Of course. Brit, can you call Santana?"

She nodded. "Sure." I patted her knee, trying to tell her that I hoped it worked out between her and Santana. "Thanks, Kurt. I love you, but not in a sex way because you're really gay, no offense."

"None taken." If there was anyone who deserved all the happiness in the world, it was Britney. She was the sweetest girl, even if she was dumber then a box of hair, and she needed someone who would see that in her.

"Finn, do you need a ride home?" Rachel looked at me smugly, no doubt trying to show off how Finn would jump at the chance to be with her.

"Nah, Kurt's going to give me a ride and help me with my homework." He was looking down at his phone, so I took the opportunity to give her a smug look of my own. That's right, bitch, he's going home with me.

Her eyes narrowed, and she looked from Finn to me and back again. Luckily, Finn was still looking down, considering that he's a terrible liar, and would probably take one look at her evil eye and confess everything.

Careful, careful. Rachel Berry is many things, but she's not stupid. Right now she still thinks that the pair of you are still in competition. At the moment, she's willing to assume that the sudden closeness between the you and Finn is due to his injury and the fact that your parents are dating, but she's not going to buy that for long. It's going to be hard enough for all of us when the truth comes out, don't make an enemy of her right now.

Time for a little damage control. "Finn?" I waited until he was looking right at me to continue. With the way we were sitting, my back was to Rachel, which meant I could try and signal him to go along with me. "Dad and Carol have a date tonight, remember?" He looked puzzled for a minute, then got it. "Oh, yeah, I forgot."

"You probably can't remember what you had for breakfast." I smiled at him to let him know that it was all an act, that I wasn't being mean.

"Maybe not, but I do remember what I had for dessert last night. It was some sort of cream thing, right?"

Heat raced through my entire body, and I knew that my face was redder then Brit's Cheerio's uniform. Had Finn really just brought that blow job back up?

That's not the only thing that's come back up! Little uncomfortable, there Kurt? Need a looser pair of pants?

Sometimes I hated her so much. And, yes, a looser pair of pants would make me very happy right about now.

"An éclair?" Rachel genuinely sounded like she was trying to help, causing Finn to give an exaggeratedly innocent smile that wasn't causing helping me much.

"I don't know, are those the ones kind of shaped like this?" He used his fingers to draw a phallic-slash-cigar shape in the air.

"No, éclairs are round. It must have been something else."

"Oh, it was good, whatever you call it." He was grinning now, no doubt having realized that I had a serious problem. "I'll try and figure out what it's called later tonight."

It's probably payback for you getting him all hot and bothered while you were doing his hair. Sucks, doesn't it?

"Finn, focus!" I had to get this conversation back on more solid ground before I did something crazy, like knocking Finn over and humping the hell out of him. "Dad and Carol want us to join them tonight. You know, one big happy family." Hopefully Rachel would get so caught up the sickly sweetness in it all that it would take the pressure off of me. I rethought that sentence and gave Galinda a stern reminder to not make a joke about relieving pressure.

"Oh. Finn, how about you call me later tonight, and we'll make sure everything is in place for meeting up tomorrow? As long as you're getting a ride with your new brother, I'm going to go home and get my Youtube video's posted early. Plus, my fathers will want to take me out to dinner to celebrate my acting debut." Rachel all but floated out of the room.

"Sure." He looked past me and smiled at Brit. "Do you need a ride home?"

Sometimes I forgot that Finn's mother and Britney's mother were friends, so Finn and Brit were at least used to each other and kind of friends. She smiled gently at us. "No, it's alright. I have extra practice for the Cheerio's, but Coach Sylvester won't start it until dark. She says not being able to use our eyes will make us better. Mostly it just means that people get dropped a lot." She slid over my lap to kiss Finn on the cheek. "So, is that why you asked me how to give a blow job? Because you're in love with Kurt?"

Finn shot me a look, and I shrugged back at him. "She figured it out."

He chuckled lightly, even though I could tell it was forced. "That would be telling, and a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."

"But I didn't ask you to tell about kissing, I asked about blow jobs!" She genuinely didn't seem to understand the difference.

"It's still telling." He was playing coy, but there was a grin trying to break through.

"Fine. You two go give each other blow jobs then. I have to call Santana." She stood up and flounced out of the auditorium.

My mouth was still hanging open from the slightly surreal conversation. Finn, on the other hand, was just focusing on the last part. "So, I'm cool with the giving each other blow jobs thing if you are?"

To my unending shame, giving Finn a blow job in the auditorium was actually on my secret fantasy list. However, that fantasy included me being totally great at it, and I was pretty sure that my first time wasn't going to qualify as 'great'. Not to mention Rachel might still be lurking around, and, with my luck, would burst in and be horrified. Or worse, she would burst in and like watching.

That thought was enough to effectively take care of my problem. Thank God, that meant I was no longer in danger of losing my dick to lack of circulation. "Save that thought for later, ok?"

"I'm holding you to that." He leaned back and studied me with dark eyes. "So, how did Britney 'a ballad is a male duck' Pierce figure out the truth about us?"

This was not a conversation I wanted to have. Finn was doing so well with all of this, but the more people who knew about it, the more chances that someone would say something that would scare him into breaking up with me. "She said that she knew by the way we looked at each other."

"If she can figure it out, everyone can." His voice was low and his eyes never left mine.

I stared back, unsure of what he wanted me to say. "No one else has said anything yet."

He held up a hand ticking people off on his fingers. "Brit knows. Mercedes knows. Puck knows. I know. You know. That's like half the club right there. Plus, Tina knows something's up, which means Artie does, too. Then Brit will probably tell Santana, because she tells Santana everything. And didn't you say that Mr. Shue kind of knows something, too?"

When Finn put it like that, I had to admit that we weren't keeping secrets very well. Everything he was saying was true, and I shrunk down against the seat. "Yes." My voice was very soft, so soft that it was nearly swallowed by the thickness that had suddenly filled the air.

"So, if most of the Glee club either knows or thinks they know, remind me why we're keeping it a secret?" He didn't sound angry, just confused and a little tired.

There were a million reasons, ranging from Rachel's famous tattling abilities to not wanting to upset the Glee club's tentative balance right before Sectionals to my own selfish desire to keep Finn all to myself. I didn't say any of that though. This was about Finn, not me, and I was curious to know what his desires were. "I don't know. Why, does keeping it a secret it bother you?"

"Depends on why you want to do it." Finn was getting better at not only recognizing my games, but playing them with me. He was totally poker faced, giving me no clues to what the right answer would be.

I took a deep breath and went with the answer that was the most true. "Because I don't want to see you hurt, and I don't want to be hurt myself. If we wait even two weeks, then football will be over for me, and Sectionals will be over for all of us. Things will be more settled, and we'll have more time to just be with each other. I love being with you Finn, I really do, but this entire thing has happened so fast that I'm literally dizzy sometimes. Like Lady Gaga 14 outfit changes in one show dizzy. It's a good kind of fast, but I want it to be you and me for a little while. Not 'look at the fags' or 'look, aren't they adorable', but just Kurt and Finn. If we tell them, it won't be that way." There, I had put it all out there for him.

To my relief, he was nodding slowly. "Ok, that makes sense. And, just so you know, I like it when it's just us." He stood and held out a hand to help me up. "Come on, we might as well take advantage of Mom and Burt's date tonight."

Finn tends to need a while to process things, so I waited until we were out in the car to speak again. "Why are you suddenly so curious about the state of our relationship?"

"I don't want to be your dirty little secret, that's why." His voice was slightly hurt when he spoke, like he had been afraid that he was just that.

I told you so. What did I say to you not a week ago, Kurt? Did I say that Finn was going to start wondering why you were ashamed of him? Yes, I believe that I did. Of course, I might as well have kept my mouth shut, since you never listen to me anyway.

Most of the time, I wished that she would keep her mouth shut, considering that most of her advice was either obscene or just ended up getting me in trouble. But sometimes she came up with something good, and I did remember her bringing this up before.

"You would never be my dirty little secret, you know that." I spoke softly and gently, reminding myself that this sudden insecurity had nothing to do with me personally. It was just that Finn had been through way too much in the past three weeks, and he was desperately trying to find his place in this confusing new world. "If you want me to, I'll be glad to tell everyone that you're my boyfriend right now."

His head cocked, and I knew he was considering it. Then he gave me a quirky smile. "No, I don't want that. I like things the way they are, as long as we'll tell them all soon. The rest of the Glee club, I mean, not everyone."

"How about we tell them after we win Sectionals?" I was pretty confident that we would, even after seeing both of the other groups.

Finn nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Then we'll have two things to celebrate!"

Before I could ask what this celebration might entail, my phone rang. I quickly checked the caller ID before picking it up. "Hey, Dad, what's up?"

"Hey, kid." He sounded more at ease then usual. "Do you have Finn with you?"

"Yes, do you want to talk to him?" I had to clamp down hard on my natural jealousy. I didn't want to be such a bitch every time he and Finn got within 20 feet of each other.

"No, that's alright, as long as he's around. Carol and I decided to drive into Canton for our date tonight, and she's not comfortable leaving Finn alone for that long. Something about a toaster oven and a fire, I don't know. So I thought it would be nice if both of you came along."

Unbelievable. My earlier lie to Rachel had just come back and bitten me in the ass. "Uh, well, I had a lot of homework tonight, and Finn-"

"Kurt." Dad was using his 'don't bullshit me' voice, something I was pretty sure he had learned from Carol. "Carol and I would really like it if you and Finn would accompany us tonight."

He was good at the mental arm twisting when he put his mind to it. I decided to try a different tactic. "You know, I can't really speak for Finn."

"Good thing you just told me he was right there."

Damn he was good. "Hang on a minute." I muted the phone and looked at Finn. "So, we just got invited on Dad and Carol's date."

His nose wrinkled. "Awkward. Anyway, I thought we were going to have our own date, in your bedroom."

"Yeah that would be great. Only we weren't invited so much as we're being summoned to appear."

"Why?" His forehead wrinkled, and, because we were alone, I was able to give into my compulsion and kiss him. "Do you think it's because they know we're going to screw around?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, I think it has more to do with your mother thinking you'll burn down the house. Finn Hudson, what in the world did you stick in a toaster to make it burst into flames?"

"Uh…." The look of guilt on his face told me everything I needed to know. "I think it was a tortilla."

"Well I hope that was a fantastic tortilla, because now we're stuck watching our parents make googly eyes at each other. I don't see a way out of this one." I guessed I could throw a tantrum, but Dad was getting wise to that, too.

"It wasn't. By the time I hit it with the spatula enough time to put the fire out it was pretty black."

I picked the phone back up. "Finn and I would love to act as chaperones on your date tonight. What should we wear?"

Behind me, Finn was mouthing words and acting silly. I pushed him lightly away, trying to repress my giggles until I could at least get off the phone. He leaned forward and rested his head on my shoulder for a second, then licked the side of my neck. I bit back a moan and pushed him away.

"You can wear whatever you want, you always look fine. Collared shirt for Finn, ok? Carol and I will meet you guys at their house in 45 minutes. Be dressed and decent."

"Ok, I love you." I had been trying to say that more and more often, because it was true.

"I love you, too."

Finn was back to making faces and sticking out his tongue. I snapped the phone shut with one hand and grabbed his tongue with the other. "Don't stick that thing out unless you plan on using it."

He jerked back, then licked my hand. "Ok. I can do that."

Well, he was already wearing a collared shirt, so that could cut down on the time required to get ready. I thought it over and came to the obvious conclusion. "Finn, get in the car, right now."

"What?"

"Now, Finn!"