Kurt POV
Mr. Shue was droning on and on about the mountains of Peru and the unique yet completely boring native species that lived there. Next to me, Finn kept dozing off, his chin falling to his chest, then jerking back up. I kicked the back of his leg as hard as I could, causing him to snap his head up and give me a cranky glare. I shrugged and mouthed 'sorry' at him.
We hadn't gotten home until almost midnight last night. First they had been late picking Finn and I up, then there had been a wait at the restaurant. By the time we finished eating (and both Finn and I had had our appetites seriously dampened by being subjected to our parents flirting like a pair of…well, a pair of Finn and I), it was almost nine. Then there had been an accident on the way back, and we had been caught in traffic for two hours.
Finn had tried to pass the time by rubbing my thigh, but I wasn't about to let him start something with our parents less then two feet away. Finally he had heaved a deep sigh and retreated into a moody silence. He hadn't even really kissed me goodnight, just a quick peck on the lips.
"Finn, what can you tell me about the native species of Peru?" Mr. Shue had been cracking down on the entire Glee club lately, probably in response to Coach Sylvester freaking out about his flunking the Cheerios. She had called him out on his favoring of the students in his own club, which was not an entirely unfounded accusation, and now we were all being closely watched.
"Guinea Pigs are native to Peru. They were used for food, but now we don't eat them, we just keep them as pets." He was mumbling and barely looking up, but must have been retaining more of the lecture then I had thought.
"Good, Finn." He turned to the side. "Becky, can you name a plant that is native to Peru?"
I zoned out for the rest of the period. I was a good student and had established in the beginning of the year that I almost always had the right answer, so I was seldom actually called on anymore. It provided the perfect cover for me to actually do interesting things, like read the latest copy of Vogue or quietly eye rape Finn.
The bell rang and well all stood up like sleepwalkers. Finn must not have been too terribly upset about the kick, because he stood patiently beside the door until I reached him. He would drop me off at Chemistry, then go to study hall. I was careful not to touch him, even thing I really wanted to reach out and smooth his hair down. "You did pretty well with Shuester, considering that you were falling asleep in class."
He shrugged. "I learned about Guinea Pigs from South Park."
Leave it to Finn. "Oh. I'll see you after class, then?"
"Sure." He was going to be groggy and out of sorts all day, I could already tell. So I took a chance and leaned in close. "I'll miss you, Cowboy."
No matter how pissy Finn was, that nickname was guaranteed to make him smile, at least a little bit. "I'll miss you too."
I was already in my classroom, but the fight that erupted in the hallway was loud enough that everyone heard it. "What's wrong with you Hudson? Hummel turned you into a fag, too, didn't he? First that faggy singing group, now you're all but making out in the hallway. You're dead to us now."
"Shut up, Karofsky, and leave Kurt alone." Finn wasn't as loud, but his tone left no doubt as to his seriousness.
The rest of the class alternated between staring out into the hall and staring at me as things got even more heated. "Ooh, did I insult your little boyfriend? He's not even the one I'm freaked out by. We've always known that he's a homo. But you! You used to be cool. Dude, I fucking took showers in front of you! No more fag boy, I'll bet it would get you all excited now!"
This was it, the moment I had been dreading. For the first time, those slurs were being tossed directly at him, and I knew how much that had to hurt. Worse then that, though, the words were being thrown at him now with no real proof that they were true. Once we were actually out, he would be hearing them every day, a thousand times as bad. It was over between us now, I just knew it.
All of those thoughts ran through my head in an instant, leaving me frozen. This may not have been a bad thing, because it meant I heard Finn's next words as clearly as if he had shouted them in my ear. "You must spend an awful lot of time looking at me in the showers if you know what gets me excited and what doesn't. Maybe I should be afraid of showing with you, you creeper."
Everyone in the room sucked in a breath at the sound of two bodies hitting the floor. I could only assume that that sound meant that Karofsky had attacked Finn. Unfortunately, I couldn't see anything, since everyone had rushed to the doorway in order to see the fight. For a few seconds there was nothing but bodies rolling around and occasional grunts and yelps as punches hit home. Now teachers were yelling, ordering them to break apart before they both got detention.
Reggie, who was the tallest person in the school, after Finn at least, was giving a running commentary of what was happening. "Karofsky's bleeding; I think Finn got his lip. Ooh, now Finn hit the lockers and his arm is gashed. Coach Franklin and Coach Tanaka are trying to get them apart, but it's not working."
Of course it wasn't working. This was a fight that had been brewing for a long time, and now both Finn and Karofsky were deaf to anything but the blind desire to hurt each other as badly as possible. They would stop either when they were physically pried from one another, or someone was unconscious. I shoved at the crowd of people in the doorway, but couldn't make any progress.
Now both coaches were shouting, cursing loudly as they tried to get a grip in their respective athletes. "Ok, they're separated." Reggie sounded beyond disappointed that the fight had finished so quickly.
Even if I hadn't heard him say that, I would have known because Karofsky was screaming, too. Now that he didn't need his breath for fighting, he was determined to use it for yelling. "I am not a fag you fucking homo! You're sick, do you know that? What you and Hummel are doing to each other is wrong and you're both going to burn in Hell!"
Finn said absolutely nothing, even though I could hear his panting breaths. I pushed the closest person. "Move it you fashion neophyte!"
That finally worked, and I was able to see what was going on. Coach Franklin was holding Karofsky as tightly as possible, while the jock struggled to get loose so he could attack Finn again. He was totally out of control, and I found myself cringing back a little so he couldn't possibly see me. Finn was still being restrained by Coach Tanaka, but the man's grip was loose, and he could have fought free if he had wanted to. Only he didn't seem to want to fight at all. He just stood there, holding onto his bleeding arm and looking completely confused. Coach Tanaka pulled him gently. "Office, right now. You being here is only making this worse."
"He hit me first." Finn didn't sound particularly hopeful about it. He knew the rules as well as I did, and there was no tolerance for fighting at this school. Slushieing, dumpster dips, homophobic slurs, those were all ok, as long as they were directed at the less popular kids, but the minute one of us tried to stand up for ourselves, it was all over.
"That isn't the issue, come on." The coach actually seemed sad about it, like he agreed with Finn and didn't want to see him in trouble. I tried to catch Finn's eye, but he either didn't realize I was there, or he didn't want anything to do with me.
Don't push it right now. Back off and let Finn think about what happened, and what he wants to do from now on. This is his choice, Kurt, his life. You don't get a say in it, and forcing him is only going to make him resent you later. Be calm, and keep your hand extended. If he wants to take it, he will.
Easy for her to say. She wasn't on the verge of losing her boyfriend because of homophobic morons. For once, things were going well for me. I had Finn, Dad and I were getting along the best we ever had, and I even had Carol, I guessed. Sort of. Maybe. But most importantly, I had a boyfriend that I loved desperately, and now I might never get a chance to tell him that.
Hey, don't think that this stuff doesn't affect me, too. I want you to be happy, of course I do. I love you, you stupid moron. Plus, you and I are really the same person, which means I love Finn as much as you do. However, I'm not as ruled by my emotions as you are, which helps a lot. I'm more like you'll be when you're a little bit older and not so hormonal.
I snorted. Galinda was for hornier then I had ever dreamed of being, and that was saying a lot.
Well, yeah. I like sex and so do you. Besides, men don't peak sexually until they're in their mid to late 20's. If you can manage to play your cards right, you and Finn have a lot of sex in front of you. But only if you do exactly as I tell you and let him make his own choices.
Ok. I could agree with that, mostly because Finn was already gone and I had lost my chance to do anything else. I would catch him after class and make sure that he knew that I cared about him, and that I was grateful to him for standing up for me like that.
Only Finn wasn't there when I got out of class. My stomach plummeted. Finn always walked me to English after class, always. He was either suspended, or he just didn't want to see me. Either way, my heart went out to him.
I didn't see Finn in the halls for the rest of the morning, and he wasn't there at lunch. Mercedes raised her eyebrow at me. "Trouble in paradise?"
I couldn't believe that she hadn't heard about it already. "Finn and Karofsky had a huge fight in the hallway outside of Chem class. It took two people to break them up."
She whistled. "Oh, boy."
"Yeah, now I have no idea if he got suspended, or if he's just hiding from me because he hates me." I was entering self pity mode, but I couldn't really bring myself to care.
"So, he loved you last night, but he hates you this morning? What happened that would cause the sudden change?"
I picked at my salad. "You didn't hear the things Karofsky was saying."
"No, but I'm guessing it involved liberal dropping of the f-bomb?" We both knew that she wasn't talking about the world 'fuck'.
"Yeah. Nothing creative, of course, because Karofsky is a moron, but he made up for it with the sheer volume of the slurs. Finn's going to hate me."
"Finn's going to hate you because a stupid hockey player can't keep his homophobic mouth shut?" She seemed confused. "Why would he hate you because of that?"
"Because Karofsky was saying it about Finn, not me. This is what he's going to have to put up with if he stays with me, and he's not going to want to do that." I was sinking further and further into the seat.
"So? He says that about Finn on a regular basis, too. Trust me; it's nothing that Finn hasn't heard before."
"But this is the first time it's been true." My voice was very small. "He could shake it off before because he knew it wasn't the truth but now it is and what am I going to do?"
"First off, you're going to quit whining. You are making the biggest deal out of what is probably nothing. Finn wasn't in his last class, because I usually see him in the hall, so he's probably suspended instead of avoiding you. Did you try calling him?"
Actually, I hadn't. I had just been sitting here acting like a hysterical little girl instead of my usual confident self. What was it about Finn Hudson that made me act like a moron? "No."
"So do that before you freak out." She was giving me that slightly indulgent smile.
The phone rang, but no one picked up. Tears formed in my eyes when I heard his standard 'Hi, this is Finn Hudson, you should know what to do' voicemail greeting, but I had too much pride to let anyone in this school see me cry. "Hey Cowboy, it's me. I'm worried about you, so give me a call."
I looked at Mercedes. "Nothing. He's ignoring me."
"You are the biggest drama queen in this school." She stood up and marched over to Puck, who was seated at the jock table. He looked surprised that she would dare speak to him, but surrendered his phone without much complaint. Mercedes brought it back and handed it over. "Now call him again. If it's you he's avoiding, he'll answer for Puck."
Smart move. But if Finn answered the phone, then I wouldn't have to wonder if he was ignoring me or not, I would know. Sitting there at the dirty cafeteria table, I couldn't force myself to dial the phone and get the confirmation, no matter how much I wanted for this to be over.
"Oh, for Gods sake. Kurt, you are not a coward and don't let Finn Hudson turn you into one. Now either you dial him right now or I will."
I punched in the numbers and listened to the rings. Three, four, five- "Hi, this is Finn Hudson; you should know what to do." I breathed out heavily. "He's not answering."
"Maybe his mother took his phone if he got suspended." Mercedes was doing her best to be comforting, but even she looked like she knew it was a weak offering.
"Did you guys hear about Finn?" Brit and Santana appeared out of nowhere, their pinkies linked. "His Mom had to come and take him to the hospital."
"What? Kurt said he got into a fight with Karofsky and got suspended, not that he got hurt!" Mercedes shot me a look, but I was as confused as she was.
Santana shook her head. "No, that's not what happened. Well, the fight did, but Karofsky's the one who got suspended, not Finn. Mr. Addy saw the whole thing, and he said that Karofsky started the verbal fight and the physical one. But Finn's arm was bleeding, and even though it wasn't that bad, he got all upset about it, and they had to call his Mom to come get him because he wouldn't calm down long enough for Ms. Saul to fix it."
That story made no sense. "Ms. Saul the lunch lady? They had a lunch lady trying to fix his arm?"
"Well, we don't have a nurse, now do we? Not since Mrs. Shue got caught giving us drugs."
She had a point. "Wait, how do you know all of this?"
She smirked, looking like a supremely satisfied cat. "Brit and I were hiding out in the vice principals office. He's out sick, and we thought we could spend a little time together after Cheerios practice. But then Finn was screaming and crying and it kind of killed the mood."
Puck must be pissing her off again if she was back with Britney. "Finn was crying? It didn't look like he was hurt that bad." My heart clenched. I should have been the one to go with Finn to the office, and if he was crying, I should have been the one comforting him, period.
I'll bet if you were a girl, they would have let you go with him. Of course, you would have had to ask first, which you didn't.
If I had known that he was upset to the point of tears, I would have made the effort.
"I don't know how bad it was, because we never actually saw him, but I think he might have just been trying to get out of trouble. He calmed down right away when his Mom got there. Or I guess he could have banged his bad arm up again, I'm not sure which arm he hurt."
"He cries really easy when he's tired. Did you keep him up late last night by giving him too many blow jobs?" Brit was totally fascinated.
"Brit! For the last time, Kurt is not giving Finn blow jobs, because they aren't boyfriends. Kurt is gay and Finn isn't and they both need to be gay to be together."
So Brit hadn't told Santana about Finn and I after all. Instead she gave the other girl a sad look. "You and I are together, and you aren't gay."
"That…that's different. We're girls and they're boys." The look on her face said that she did not want to have this conversation at all, much less in front of Mercedes and me.
"Oh." Britney sounded so sad that I felt compelled to make her feel better.
"It's alright, Brit, you'll find the right person." What I was going to say next made me feel ill to think about, but I pushed on anyway. "If I was going to be with a girl, I would want it to be you."
Her eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Really." It was true. I mean, I'm still totally disgusted by the thought of breasts and vaginas, but, in an alternate reality, Brit wasn't a bad choice. She was beautiful, had some fashion sense, and was one of the must genuinely sweet people I had ever met. Brains weren't everything, as Finn had proven over and over.
Instantly, a possessive look came in to Santana's eyes. Oh, so she didn't want to claim Brit, but she didn't want anyone else to lay a claim either, even a hypothetical one. I smirked at her and scooted my chair a little closer to Britney. "Actually, why don't you come over sometime this week? Not tonight, because I need to sort things out with Finn, but we could do some dancing together."
"Alright." I'm pretty sure that Brit didn't quite get my attempt at manipulation, but she didn't need to. It was Santana I was putting on a show for, not her. "That would be cool."
I was just about to reply when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I picked it up, my heart leaping in my chest when I saw 'Finn Hudson' pop up on the screen. "Finn?"
Dear God do you sound desperate. It's been less then three hours and he was with Carol, Kurt, it's not like he's MIA over in Iraq.
"Yeah. I saw that you had called me, and I wanted to let you know that I'm alright. I had to go back to the hospital and have my arm X-rayed again, which is why I missed the call."
"Are you alright? You didn't damage it, did you?" He was finally getting to the point where he wasn't having much pain and could use it almost normally.
"No, the X-ray was good. Mom's super pissed, though, and says she's going to get Karofsky expelled."
That sounded wonderful, but I had serious doubts that it would ever happen. Dad had tried the same thing on multiple occasions, citing the campaign of mental torture that he had put me through, and nothing had ever happened. But, then again, he had actually physically hurt Finn, and sent him to the ER, which might give us a little more leverage. "I hope she does."
"Me, too. Mom and I are going out to lunch, and then I'll be back for the afternoon. Glee is cancelled for the day, since Mr. Shue isn't going to be there anyway, so we're all getting together to go over the commercial thing."
I could feel a dopey smile spreading over my face, something that did not go unnoticed by the rest of my table. Both Mercedes and Santana pretended to gag, and Brit smiled knowingly. "Ok, I'll see you later, then."
Mercedes rolled her eyes. "You are even more like a lovesick puppy now that then you were before. For Gods sake, Kurt, have a little self respect."
"I think it's romantic." I appreciated Brit's attempt to save me. "At least someone around here knows how to be."
Santana's head whipped around. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you don't know how to be romantic, didn't I say that?" Brit stared Santana down Mercedes eased away from both of them. I didn't blame her. If anyone knew how to throw a catfight, it was Santana.
"I do so know how to be romantic! Didn't I spend $30 at the claw game to get you that stuffed kitty you wanted?"
Brit softened and smiled coyly. "Yeah."
"And didn't I take you out to dinner at that nice restaurant, you know, the one in Akron? I didn't even send our food back, so I actually paid?"
Now Brit was curling her hair around one finger. "I guess."
I was fascinated. Here were two people who were doing exactly what Finn and I were: keeping a homosexual relationship a secret. Yet they had someone managed to keep whatever they had going for quite a while, and even made their own set of memories. See, it could be done.
It's not the same thing, and you know it. It's a secret for them because Santana is ashamed. It's a secret for you and Finn because you're a coward. That's right, Kurt, you're a coward. You can claim that you're doing it for Finn, but I know you're doing it for you. You can't lie to me, sweetness.
God I hated her so much. The fact that she was kind of, well, right, made it even worse. But I wasn't really being a coward, was I? After all, Finn and I had already set a date for coming out, it just wasn't time yet.
Whatever you have to tell yourself, Kurt, I don't care.
My mental argument was interrupted by Mercedes giving me a poke. "Finn's here."
I would like to claim that I slowly looked around, peering through my lashes in an attempt to act like this wasn't the most important thing that would happen today, but I failed miserably, my head snapping up and whipping around. Unfortunately, Finn was right behind me, so I ended up yelping girlishly.
"So, did Karofsky beat the shit out of you?" Santana was still steaming from Brit's earlier accusation and itching to take it out on the first person who she came across.
"No." When he's feeling threatened (and let's face it, who isn't threatened by Santana in a rage) Finn tends to shut down and use as few words as possible, almost like he's trying to minimize his chances of screwing things up.
"Well, did you beat the shit out of him?"
"No." He was leaning his arm against my back now, quietly seeking comfort.
I decided it was time to take up for him. "Santana, shut up. Finn, let me see your arm."
The trick to pulling this off was to sound as snotty as possible, as if it had never occurred to me that he might refuse. This wasn't gay; it was Kurt Hummel and his out of control ego demanding something.
Finn pulled his sleeve back so I could see the injury. The fresh cut partially overlapped the surgery scar and was held together with four stitches. "Ouch."
He nodded. "I had to get a tetanus shot, too."
The shot had to have bothered him far more then the stitches had. I patted his arm. "Poor thing."
"Kurt can kiss it better."
See, this was why I didn't want to tell Brit anything. She had the best of intentions, and I'm sure she didn't want to tell Finn and my's secret, but she just lacked even a rudimentary brain to mouth filter. Santana grabbed the blond Cheerio by the back of her uniform. "Leave Finn and Kurt alone. You and I have come kissing of our own to do." With that she turned and drug the unresisting Brit out of the room.
"Wait, Britney and Santana are together? They weren't just joking around? Is there something in the water?" Mercedes turned to me. "I swear to God, Kurt, if I start finding myself attracted to Rachael Berry, I will burn every bit of clothing that you own."
I wasn't sure which thought I found more horrifying: Mercedes burning my clothes, or Mercedes and Rachael getting together. What if they had kids? Loud, sassy, fashion challenged, kids. The thought was so terrible that my brain blanked out and refused to consider it for more then a few seconds.
Gross.
Finn peeked over at Mercedes and gave her a tentative smile. She smiled back at him. "Hi, Zac."
I would have expected the new nickname to confuse Finn, and maybe it did, but he accepted it with good spirits. "Hi."
She stood. "I'll let you two have a little privacy. Kurt, I'll see you in English, Finn, after school."
Once it was just Finn and I again, the entire atmosphere changed. Maybe it was because we were still in the honeymoon phase of all this or maybe it was something deeper, but just looking at Finn was enough to calm me down. The only way this could have been better was if I could have leaned forward and kissed him. It guessed it was alright, though, because I could tell that he knew I wanted to. I lightly touched hand. "Thank you for standing up for me. You didn't have to."
"Well, of course I did. You're my boyfriend and he's an asshole." Finn looked puzzled.
"He's always been an asshole, and he's always said things like that about me. I'm used to it. I'm sorry he's started saying that stuff about you, though." Tears threatened, but I wouldn't let them fall. Please Finn, please don't hate me right now.
"Well, yeah, but you weren't my boyfriend before. Now its, like, my job to help take care of you and keep you safe, just like you did for me on Saturday. Besides, Karofsky's been saying that stuff about me since I joined Glee. It doesn't have anything to do with you, I promise."
"Really?" His words shouldn't have been making me feel better, but they were.
"Really really." He was giving me that goofy smile again and I grinned back.
"So, you don't want to break up with me and never look at me again?" I sounded like an overly hopeful little kid, but I couldn't help it.
"Nah, Dude, of course not. Do you really think I would just because that idiot Karofsky said a few things? He'll drop out as soon as he turns 17 anyway, then we'll both be rid of him."
That thought had never even crossed my mind, but it made sense. Karofsky's IQ couldn't be much above room temperature at best, and he had no interest in school, beyond determining who he could torment today. "That would be fantastic. Or maybe your mother will be successful in her campaign to get him expelled."
"We could have a party if that happens. After all, look how good our last party turned out." He poked me gently. "It got me you."
The bell rang and we both stood up. "I'll see you after school, Cowboy, ok?"
"Ok." Our classes were on opposite sides of the building, so there was no chance for us to walk together. "See you, Kurt!"
Somewhere in the back of my mind, Galinda gave a lovesick sigh. Good, that meant I didn't have to do it. I could just enjoy the view as he walked away.
The rest of the day drug on and on, just like it always did when you were really excited for something. As much as I distrusted and sometimes despised Rachael Berry, I had to admit that I was incredibly curious about this commercial she had supposedly gotten the Glee club into.
Finally it was over, and I joined the rest of the Glee Club in the auditorium. Everyone was sitting around, chatting and eating snacks, except for Rachael, naturally. She was on the stage, trying to get order. I sat down next to Finn and whispered in his ear. "Are you going to help her?"
"I was waiting for you." Finn stood up and stretched lazily. "Come on you guys, listen up!"
I'm not really sure why everyone listens to Finn. He's huge, yes, which I guess could be seen as intimidating, but Puck's scarier. He yells, but only to be heard and never with nasty intent. He's mostly just a gentle giant, but when he speaks, the entire Glee Club listens, even Mr. Shue.
This time was no exception, and Rachael smiled flirtatiously at him. "Thank you Finn, it's nice to know that someone is taking this seriously."
He gave his eyes a good-natured roll. "Sure, Rach. So, what do we need to do?"
She gave me a quick look, making sure that I knew Finn as talking to her and not me. Like I cared. He was sitting next to me, kissing me, and he had already told me that he just wanted to be with me. If I could hold out until after Sectionals, then she would know exactly who he belonged to. "They want to meet us right away, and maybe even do some filming today. So, we need to split up and drive over there."
Wait, I couldn't film anything in these clothes! Granted, they were still miles better then anything else that the Glee Club was wearing, but years from now, when I was famous, I didn't want someone else in the office to find the footage and laugh about it. I might be a catty bitch sometimes, but I had nothing on the sheer vindictiveness of some of the women I had met.
There was no way for me to say that though, not when everyone else was already shouting and jumping around in excitement. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. "What about Artie?"
That put a damper on things, but only for a few moments. Rachael wasn't going to be dissuaded for any reason. "So, we'll use your car for him. Finn and Puck can give him a boost up."
Damn her logical brain. There wasn't much I could say to that, so I nodded instead. "Alright, let's go then."
It was decided that Finn, Artie, Tina, Mercedes and I would ride in the Navigator, while Puck, Matt and Mike would take Puck's truck. Rachael, Quinn, Santana and Britney would take Brit's car, even though the thought of Brit driving was clearly making Rachael twitchy already. Rachael had wanted Finn to ride with her, but it would be too much of a squeeze for him to get in the tiny sports car, and he claimed that it would just be easier to ride with me. She gave me a suspicious look, which I returned with a sickeningly sweet smile.
She twitched harder, but she wouldn't make an accusation in front of the entire Glee Club, not to mention Finn. She still honestly believed that he had no idea that I liked him at all; much less that she and I were locked in competition over his affections.
Finn lifted Artie up easily, putting him in the middle seat. "You good, Dude?"
"Thanks, Finn."
"No problem." Finn had claimed shotgun straight off, and was now trying to convince us all that riding shotgun gave you special radio station choosing privileges. Mercedes gave him one murderous glare in the rearview mirror and he backed down, docilely letting her chose the station. She smirked. "Good move, Zac."
"Please don't kill me." They both laughed at his overly fearful expression, which was a good thing. I liked it when my boyfriend and my best friend got along.
Finn fussed with the radio so it was louder in the back then it was in the front. Then he turned to me. "So, are you excited about this?"
"Yes." Despite my less then stellar outfit, I really was. This would be my first taste of really performing in front of an audience, other then our Invitational.
"Yeah, it'll be really cool. Just think, one day we'll be able to look back and see the commercial with both of us in it. It'll be great."
Sometimes Finn could take my breath away, and this was one of those moments. Whether he realized it or not, Finn was planning a future with both of us in it. If I had ever doubted his commitment to this relationship, those doubts had been erased. I wanted nothing more then to kiss him silly, but I restrained myself. Instead I nodded at him. "Yeah, it will be fantastic to look back at see us at 16, acting in our very first commercial."
He didn't say anything else, but he did rest one hand on my leg. And really? That one gentle touch said it all.
