Finn POV (yes, again)

Even though I was totally excited when Kurt first pulled up, for some reason I got kind of sick and worried before he had even made it in the front door. I mean, I used to get that excited when I saw Mr. Shue, too, or Quinn, and look how both of those things had turned out. Ok, maybe I didn't get that excited when I saw Mr. Shue, because that would be icky, but I did get a little happy. Turns out I didn't really know them at all, so why did I think I knew Kurt?

Oh give it up. This insecurity bit is getting a little bit old, even though I will admit that you do have more reason to feel that way then most. Kurt loves you and you know it. You just have a little case of stage fright, that's all.

I never got stage fright! Not when it came to football, not when it came to Glee. Ok, maybe I was a little nervous the first time I sang in front of the group, but an audience? Yeah right.

It's not that sort of stage fright, moron.

There wasn't any time to think about that, because Kurt was in the doorway, looking all excited and smiling. Suddenly, even seeing him was too much of a reminder of what happened, and, no matter how much I loved him, I couldn't deal with him right now. So I did my best to drive him away. "Who are you?"

That threw him, but only for a minute. He didn't come closer, but he didn't leave either. "What do you mean?" Now he did come closer, but not all the way to the bed.

"Well, no one is who they say they were. Mom isn't. Quinn isn't. Puck isn't. Mr. Shue isn't. Why should you be who you say you are? So, who are you?" I was being a jerk, and I knew it, but if he let me push him away right now, then how could I trust him to be there for me later? I wasn't even breathing, I was so scared that he would turn around and leave, but I couldn't make myself tell him to stay either.

I didn't have to. He climbed onto the bed and I was immediately overwhelmed by his smell and his skin and everything about him. His lips found mine. "I'm Kurt Hummel." He said it like we were meeting each other for the first time. If he had greeted me like this when we first me, I wouldn't have had to waste my time with Quinn or Rach.

Don't lie to yourself. You would have totally flipped your shit if Kurt Hummel had kissed you a year ago. You would have flipped it if he had kissed you 6 weeks ago, too. For everything a season, Finn. You can't make it happen when it isn't time.

I might have thought about that more, but Kurt was talking again. "My father is dating your mother." He kissed my cheek, somehow making it seem sexier then when he had kissed my lips a minute ago.

"We're in the same grade at school, and we were on the football team together this year." His lips were actually on my ear when he said it, the hot breath racing over my skin. I could feel the beginnings of a hard on starting, but I was still on my stomach and luckily he couldn't tell.

Then he said what I had been hoping to hear. "You are my boyfriend." I felt first his lips, then his teeth on the side of my neck. He didn't bite hard, but it was enough to start me shivering. I wanted him to put a mark there, to claim me in some crazy, primal way. Then the bite was painful and I knew that he had.

I felt like I needed to say something back. "I'm your boyfriend." Dumb as it sounded, it must have been the right thing, because he laid his head on my shoulder, giving me just enough wiggle room to kiss the top. "I'm your boyfriend, and I don't ever want to belong to anyone else."

The intensity of my feeling was scary again, but I pushed forward bravely. I wanted to feel as much of his body as possible, so my lips were right at his ear when I took the plunge. "I love you."

I wasn't sure what I had been expecting him to do, but it stung a little when he started laughing. He must have read the hurt on my face, because he kissed me again and tried to explain. "I was rushing over here to tell you the same thing. Shit, I got pulled over because I was driving too fast, and I almost got a ticket, and I get here and you beat me to it." Now he was laughing harder. "God, you're perfect."

Not really. If I were perfect, I would be taking Fretter's advice right now and still be part of the Glee club. I didn't say that, though. I just smiled and lightly touched his back. "So?"

He looked a little confused. "So, what?"

I was pretty sure I didn't look quite that cute when I was being dumb. "Are you going to tell me that you love me or not?" I had to hear it.

"I love you Finn Hudson, and I don't ever want to belong to anyone else, either."

The funny thing was, I believed him. I don't know why, but there wasn't any doubt in my mind. "That's good. That's perfect actually. You're perfect, even if everything else in the world sucks."

He nipped my neck again and now I was totally hard for him. What kind of freak was I that I got so turned on by him biting me? "Do you want to fool around now?" The words came out fast and panting.

He nodded, just a tiny bit, his eyes huge. "Yeah, I would love to fool around now."

Awesome. He probably thought that he was being all subtle while he decided whether or not he was going to try and blow me, but considering that his lips were moving while he looked rapidly from my face to my crotch and back up to my face, he wasn't quite pulling it off. At any other time, I would have been totally on board, but right now, I didn't want that. "I want to see your face." I had to keep checking for any sign of a lie.

He nodded again, and our eyes locked. I didn't really spend that much time looking into Kurt's eyes. Usually, I'm too busy staring at his ass, or, if I'm lucky, he has his clothes off, and I can look at much more interesting things. So it surprised me now to watch his eyes change from blue to green and then to black as my hands roamed over his body.

Something had changed, and I had no idea what it was. Kurt's body felt the same as always, which was great, and he reacted the same way when I touched his favorite spots, but there was something new between us, something that was in the back of his eyes.

I knew that he felt it too, because I saw the panic pop up in his eyes. I knew that look; it was one that meant he wanted to run. So I slipped one hand behind his back to hold him steady, keep him with me. It was easy to tell the minute he gave in, because his eyes closed and he started to mutter dirty words under his breath. It was hot. Then he got really loud, and I had to move the hand that was behind his back to cover up his mouth so Mom didn't hear him loudly begging me to fuck him. That would be kind of awkward.

My throat locked closed when I came and my vision narrowed until all I could see was Kurt's eyes, dilated and locked on mine and his body jerked and shuddered. He wasn't talking now, just breathing hard against the palm of my hand so I let him go.

I thought that the strange pull would go away after we messed around, but it didn't. If anything it was stronger, something that was joining me to him, even without the sex. Kurt started to shiver, and I knew that it wasn't because he was cold. He was afraid of what was happening, just like I was. Still, one of us had to be tough, and he was probably getting a little sick of it being him. I rearranged the covers, so we were both underneath, and pulled his body against me, not caring that we were both kind of sticky and gross. "It's alright, Kurt. It's alright."

His head shook a little, which meant that it wasn't alright at all, and then his hand came up to brush through my hair. "Tell me what happened."

I'm pretty sure he meant yesterday, and not a few minutes ago, because I'm sure he knows what happened a few minutes ago. "You know, you were there." We needed to talk about it, we really did, but I just didn't want to. I wanted a few minutes to just enjoy Kurt, right now.

"I know what happened yesterday, but I want to know what happened with the drugs. I wasn't there for that, and I'm confused. I want to help you fix this, Cowboy, but I can only do that if you're honest with me." That was sweet of him, but there really wasn't much he could do.

"You can't fix it, it's already done." Unless he was hiding a time machine somewhere, which would be freaking awesome, but I was pretty sure that he wasn't.

"Tell me anyway."

It was right at the end of last year, you know, when Mr. Shue took over Glee?" I waited until he nodded before I kept going. "He wanted some more guys to join, because he needed 12, so he came and asked the football team. I kinda wanted to, but then Puck got all wild, and I knew it was suicide if I did it, so I wasn't going to. Plus, it sounded kinda stupid, no offense."

He gave me that funny little smile. "None taken. So how did you get from not signing up to our auditorium?"

This was the part that was hard to admit, because it showed just how stupid I was. I should have known that there were no random locker checks, because my locker had never been checked before. "Mr. Shue called me into his office and said that there had been a random locker search and I was in trouble. I didn't know why, because I wasn't hiding anything. I never hide anything, because I always get caught."

He was rubbing right underneath my shoulder blade now, and I felt incredibly good. "What did they find?"

"Pot. Except it wasn't mine. I can't even stand the way that shit smells, and I sure as hell wouldn't smoke it. But he was holding it and he said it was felony to have it and that I would go to jail and they would tell my mom and I didn't want her to know and he wouldn't listen when I kept telling him that it wasn't my drugs. I even told him that I would, you know, pee in a cup to prove that it wasn't my drugs, but he kept saying that it wouldn't matter, that no one would believe me. Then he said that he could make it all go away, if I would join the Glee club. That it would be a secret between us" I was talking so fast by the end that I wasn't even sure if he could understand me, but he was nodding slowly.

"So you agreed."

"I agreed. Then Glee was fun, and I really liked it and I just kind of forgot about the whole thing. I mean, it all seemed like it worked out. But it didn't, because he lied. He lied and how can I ever trust him again?" I was trying really hard not to cry here, because I was really getting sick of it.

Kurt's eyes looked kind of shiny with tears, and I felt a little better to know I wasn't the only one who felt like crying over this. "I don't know, Cowboy."

"Coach Sylvester told me, but, you know what? I told her that I didn't believe her, because she was all evil and shit, and I knew she wanted to screw us over right before Sectionals. I knew Mr. Shue would never do that to me, never. But then she pulled out this video tape, from the security camera, and there it was. It was true." I was tired of telling the story and I wanted it to be over, but, since I had started, I had to keep going.

Then I thought of something, something that I hadn't thought of before. "Are you glad?" He looked a little confused, so tried again. "That he did that? Are you glad because now there's a you and me?"

Wait, did I want him to say 'yes' or did I want him to say 'no'? Maybe I should figure that out before I get all pissy. "No, I'm not glad that he did what he did. It was cruel, and it's hurting you now." He rolled closer and kissed my nose. "Besides, you would have succumbed to my charms eventually, whether we were in Glee together or not. After all- He pointed at his body. "-how could anyone resist this?"

God, I would give anything for just a little of his self confidence. "No one who wasn't crazy, at least." We kissed a few more times, no tongue, just soft little kisses. "So, you know how this ends. There I was, singing Grease."

"You were so, so, so, sexy doing it, too." Kurt had that happy smile on his face, and it was cool to know that I put it there.

"Really? I didn't look like I was going to puke? Because, I sure felt like I was. I had never sung in front of anyone before, except Puck, and only when I was really drunk." It's scary to do anything new, especially in front of strangers. Loser strangers, ones who might actually be better then you at something. Not that I thought that now, but I'll admit that the thought had gone through my head a few times when I first joined.

"Really. You didn't seem nervous at all, except maybe that Rachel would molest you." He sounded pissed off at the thought.

"She tried that later. Not that I wasn't into it, then, because I kinda was, but it wasn't anything like what I feel like with you. You are special, the good kind, not the bad kind." He actually growled at little when he thought about Rach coming after me, a tiny rumble that came up through his chest.

He looked down, and I knew I wasn't going to like what I said next. "Can we talk about Sectionals?"

This was my chance to be the bigger man and talk it out, but I was so damn tired of doing that. "No. I don't want to see Mr. Shue again, except in class, and then he can go right back to flunking me, I don't care."

"Mr. Shue isn't our coach any more." He said it really fast, then kind of flinched, like he thought I might start yelling. "That was Sue Sylvester's coupe de gras. She went to Figgins and got him removed as the coach."

I was curious, despite myself. "How are you going to do Sectionals, then?" I wasn't going to say 'we', even though I knew he wanted me to.

"Ms. Pillsbury is going to take us, and I guess we'll go from there. Rachel got Jacob Ben Israel to stand in for you by promising him her undies."

Ouch. A part of me wanted to stand up for her, to stand up for Kurt, but the bigger part couldn't handle anything else. "Kurt. I can't. I know how badly you want me to be able to do this, but I just can't. It's too much and please don't ask me what you want to." Because if Kurt asked me to come back, I would, and then I would hate both him and myself.

"I won't." He snuggled his head into my chest, and I stroked his sweat damp hair. Why couldn't things be like this all the time?

"Thanks."

He was quiet for a few minutes, and I thought he might be dozing off. Then he spoke in a tiny little voice. Do you want me to stay home tomorrow? I can come over and be with you."

He would really do that for me? As much as I wanted to say yes, I knew that I couldn't. "No. It's not fair for you to ask me to go, and it's not fair for me to ask you to stay. Good luck, though"

I felt his sad little smile against my chest. "Can I stay for dinner? I don't want to leave you right now."

Apparently I wasn't the only one who never wanted to always be with him. "Sure. I'll bet Mom will want to invite your Dad over, though, so we might need to put our pants back on." Unfortunatly.

He chuckled. "I love you, Cowboy."

"I love you, too." After waiting so long to say it, I was surprised at how easy it was. Then I remembered that there was something I wanted to show him. Well, something besides my dick. "Oh, you'll never believe this. I was going to show it to you yesterday, but I forgot. Remember those fortune cookies we got at that naked fish place?" There was a word for it, but I couldn't remember it right now.

"Raw fish, not naked. You make it sound all kinky. But yes, I seem to recall them."

I didn't see how naked fish was kinky, but maybe I don't actually know what the word means. That happens to me a lot. "Yeah, well I was thinking about yours, you know about the bells? And then I thought there had to be more to it, so I googled it." I knew I had the piece of paper somewhere, oh, there it was. "Look, I found the entire quote."

I handed it over, and watched as he read over it, his lips moving slowly and making me want to kiss him again. When he looked up, I knew that he felt the same way I did. "That's us, right? I mean, at least me. With Quinn or Rach, I would be totally bored by now, even if they were putting out like you are, but with you, I just wanna be with you all the time, even more then before. Louder bells, right?"

He hugged me and kissed my neck, which was as high as he could reach without going on tiptoe. "Yeah, Cowboy, louder bells."

Hello, round two!

The clock kept ticking, getting closer and closer to 10. At 10, the Glee club would be dismissed for sectionals. If I stood up with Puck and Tina, they would be glad to have me back. Fretter had been right; it wasn't fair for me to abandon them now. But every time I thought about doing it, I felt bile come up in my throat. He's just a better man than I am, I guess.

At 10, Mr. Addy looked up and nodded at the door. "The Glee club is dismissed. Best of luck to you at Sectionals."

Puck touched my shoulder as he passed, but I tensed up and kept staring at the desk. I couldn't do it, I just couldn't.

Mr. Addy gave me a long look, and I stared back at him, trying to look totally innocent. He wanted to say something, I could tell, but he didn't. He just went back to trying to teach us to solve for X. Like anyone cared.

Mr. Shue was really surprised to see me in Spanish, but I looked at the desk there, too. This was all his fault, and if I wanted to pout like a little kid, I was damn well going to pout like a little kid.

Grow up. This is as much your fault as it is his. Both of you let the Glee club down, not to mention Kurt.

That hurt. Was I really being that selfish?

Of course you are.

I ignored Mr. Shue for the entire class, and he played along by not calling on me once. That hurt, too, then pissed me off because it hurt. Why was it that people were mean to me first, then I felt bad for being mean back?

Because you're a sweetheart, honey. It's not such a terrible thing, or at least it won't be when you're a little older and out of high school

By the time the end of the day rolled around, I was regretting not going. Fretter had been right (not that I would ever tell him that, because his ego doesn't need any help), I had fucked up. Moving like a sleepwalker, I crept into the choir room and sat on the risers, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. How could things have been so good two days ago, and so bad today?

"Hey Finn." It was Mr. Shue. He came in the room, but didn't touch me like he usually would have.

"Hi." I whispered it into my legs.

He leaned awkwardly against the door. "They made it, and they're getting checked in. They're going last, which is good, right?"

Just a few hours ago, it would have been 'we made it' and 'you guys are going last'. "Oh."

He sat down next to me. "Finn, I'm so sorry. I know that it doesn't mean much, but I didn't want to hurt you with any of this. I regretted it as soon as I saw your face, saw you pleading with me to believe you, but I didn't know how to get out of it then."

I didn't want to be nice about it, but I didn't really have the energy to be mean either. So I reached out and laid one shaky hand on his knee. He nodded and we both pretended that we couldn't see the tears running down each other's faces. His phone rang, and I let my hand fall away, turning so I could wipe my face against my sleeve.

It's, like, really rude to listen in on someone else's conversation, but Mr. Shue sounded all shocked, then worried, then he was cursing Coach Sylvester out and slamming his phone closed before throwing it across the room. "Shit!"

It was kind of fascinating to watch someone else, a grown man, throw things and lose his temper just like I did. I sniffled a little and watched him stalk around, his hands in his hair. Then he sat back down next to me. "Sue leaked our set lists. The other groups have our songs, and they're performing them first. Proud Mary, Mercedes' ballad, we're done for. This is it, Glee's over."

It couldn't be. I might be a douche who abandoned the team when they needed me, but at least there was a team when I left. If Glee was going to be cancelled, it should be because we actually sucked, not because Coach Sylvester had PMS. Mr. Shue squeezed my shoulder. "I'll see you in class on Monday, ok?"

"Yeah." I stayed all balled up until I was sure he was gone, then sprung to my feet. I had to get there and help the team, my team, out, but I couldn't show up empty handed. I had to find a song that everyone knew the words, to, so we could focus on getting a little bit of choreography down before we went on. I was a few hours behind them, but if I broke a few speed limits, I could make it in time.

Don't you need a car for that?

"Shut up, I have a plan." I was knocking stuff over as I went through the sheet music, but I didn't care. Mr. Shue could clean it up later, since it was kind of his fault I was in this situation to begin with. I'm pretty sure I was being what Kurt calls 'petty' and I refer to as 'being a huge bitch', but there were more important things going on right now.

As I searched, Fretter's words came back into my brain. 'You can't always get what you want, Finnster, you know that.'. Maybe not, but I knew how to come close. The words changed themselves to a melody that I kind of remembered from somewhere and I pulled open the file cabinet marked 'Y'.

Sure enough, I found the song in just a few minutes. Even though I knew that Mr. Shue doesn't like it, I ripped out all three pages. But that was only one copy. I needed 12, and I didn't have time to rush over the Kwikcopy and use their machine. Suddenly, an idea popped into my brain, one that made my entire face light up in an evil grin.

Before I could pussy out, I took the sheets and marched straight to the Cheerio's copy machine. With every paper I slapped down, I felt like I was hitting her, which I desperately wanted to do. Except for the fact that she was a woman. Oh, and the fact that she could probably beat the shit out of me without even trying. Still, the anger didn't go away, and I kicked the machine before I even realized that I was going to do it. Kicking it once felt so good that I had to kick it again, just to see if the feeling would be the same. It was.

The copies were done, filling the tray, and that made me even angrier. Everything had built up in my chest, and I took all of my fear and rage out on the copy machine kicking and punching at it until it was smoking and ruined. I didn't realize I was screaming until I heard Quinn-voice over the din.

Stop it. Not only is this not helping, but you're ruining your voice. Now calm down and get yourself to the Sectionals.

It was good advice, and I rested my hot face against the coolness of the tile wall. I could do this, even if there was no one here to help me. I picked up my copies and raced for the student lot, praying that my hunch was right.

Kurt's Navigator was still parked near the end of the lot, like it was calling me. I knelt by the back bumper and ran my fingers over the inside of it. Mom always said you should have a spare key back there, just in case you lock your keys in the car. My fingers hit a small box that pulled off easily. Score, there it was!

The car unlocked with a quick beep, and the reality of what I was doing crashed down on me. I had destroyed school property, and now I was about to steal a car. I mean, it's my own boyfriend's car, but he still might be pretty pissed.

He's going to be so excited that you came, and that you had a good idea for the group for once, that he's not even going to think about it. But don't hit the mailman or anything else, ok?

Ok. I got in, and immediately slammed my knee into the wheel because I'm so much taller then Kurt is. Ow. The car started smoothly, but I was so nervous that it took a minute before I could put it in gear and start out. Lucky that Kurt has GPS on this thing, because I wasn't really sure how I would get there otherwise.

I put my iPod in the dock and cranked up the song, memorizing the lyrics as best I could. I wasn't sure if I was going to be singing lead vocals, or even if I wanted to be singing lead vocals, but I wanted to be ready in case I got the chance.

Listening for the 100th time, my attention wandered back to my favorite place: Kurt. This song could have been about me and him. He wasn't what I wanted, not the person I would have chosen in a million years. First off, he was a dude. Yeah, that might make me an asshole, but, I mean, well, he's a dude! Plus, he can't play video games. Not only in a 'not too good at them way', but in a 'I don't even know how to hold the controller' way. And he's pretty prissy.

I wanted Angelina Jolie. I wanted Quinn Fabray. I wanted Rachel Berry. Shit, I wanted any girl who would at least take her top off for me. I didn't want some guy who had his own problems and sometimes stared at me a little too long during football practice.

So, yeah, I didn't want Kurt. But somehow, I had needed him. I needed him the night I got hurt, needed him to go with me to the hospital and keep me calm, needed him to come over and visit after that, needed him to be first a friend, then a boyfriend. Now I needed him more then anything in the world.

I wanted to call him and tell him that I was on my way, but I forced myself to hold still. If I tried and still didn't get there before they went on, then he would be all disappointed, and I had disappointed him enough in the past 24 hours. Plus, I kind of wanted to see his face when he first saw me. Hopefully he would be happy.

Even with the GPS, I got a little lost, but the guy at the gas station knew exactly where the Buckeye Civil Auditorium was. I parked very carefully, and made sure that there was plenty of money of money in the parking meter (ok, so I stole the quarters from the baggie in the dashboard, so sue me. It's not like I carry that many quarters in my stuff) and raced inside.

The lady at the front desk was a little unsure of letting me in, but my McKinley High football jacket helped. Also, I may have blurted out that my boyfriend was in there, and I needed to be with him. The look on her face told me that she found that completely disgusting, and that she just wanted me out of her sight, like I might start doing gay things right in front of her. God I hope I never see that woman again. Kurt's great, and, if I have to defend him to everyone in this auditorium, I would.

I had to stop two more people before I was able to locate the room where the rest of New Directions was waiting. I could hear Rach talking, pleading with the rest of them to quit bickering and sit down, but I couldn't step in there, not yet. I needed a minute to get myself together before I could face them all.

Then I heard it. Kurt was talking, and my entire body leaned forward so I could hear him better. Even though I had talked to him just a few hours before, I had to hear him again. "As much as it hurts me to admit it, and it does, she's right. Rachel's our star." I could just imagine him sneering and doing that little flip thing with his fingers when he said that and it made me laugh a little. "If anyone's going to go belt it on the fly, it should be her."

See, that's one of the things I love about Kurt. He and Rach might be fighting and hate each other a lot of the time, but he will admit that she's great at what she does, the best in the club, and back down to her when he needs to.

"Well, I do have something that I've been working on since I was four." Trust Rachel to always be prepared.

"Then I guess we have our ballad." Quinn's voice was much closer to the door, and it made me tense up, hard. I've really been working on forgiving her, but my nerves were scraped raw right now, and hearing her voice hurt as badly as it had when I first found out the truth about her and Puck. "And we can close with 'Somebody to Love'. It's a real crowd pleaser.

It was also my favorite song of all the ones we had done so far. Puck spoke up, so close to the door that I jumped back. "Yeah? That and a can of soup will guarantee us third place. We still need another song we can all sing together."

That was my cue. Kurt's been trying to teach my about waiting for the best possible moment to do anything. Make an entrance, sing a song, tell me he loved me, it all had to be done at the perfect time. He calls it being theatrical. I call it kind of annoying. I ducked my head a little as I came in, so I wouldn't have to look anyone in the face.

"I have one." Everyone went silent and stared at me, but I only had eyes for Kurt. His head came up slowly, like he couldn't quite believe that I was really here. I wanted to rush over there and scoop him up, promising to never be jerk again and never let him go, but I knew that I couldn't. First I had to figure out if he still wanted to be with me at all, then we had to get out there and win. Once we did both of those things and they turned out well, we could tell everyone the truth and we would all live happily ever after.

No such thing, Finn.

"I found the sheet music in Shuester's stuff; I used the Cheerio's copier to make copies." I tossed the papers down on the table so everyone could get a copy. "Then I trashed the thing." That made it sound all manly and rebellious, rather then like I had just totally freaked out on it. I shoved my hands in my pockets.

Everyone took a copy and looked it over, but no one said anything. So I stepped in softly, remembering how good it felt to have control over something, rather then just being pushed around by everyone else. "Mike, Matt, Britney, Santana, you're our best dancers. Figure something out and we'll all follow your lead." Hopefully I could keep from tripping over my own two feet.

Mike nodded at me. "It's gonna be choppy."

Oh thank God, then I might be able to actually keep up. I nodded. "Good. We're best when we're loose." Maybe we couldn't pull this off, but I would be damned if I just laid down and took it. I had done too much of that lately, and I wasn't going to be that person any more.

The four of them stood and headed off together, already making signs and nodding among themselves. Everyone else was still staring at me, so I made another attempt to rally them. "Look, all we have going for us is that we believe in ourselves and what we're singing about. If we show the judges that, we might have a shot at this thing."

Now they were all nodding. I risked a quick glance at Kurt, and saw a tiny smile on his lips. I had to look away then, because I didn't want to do something inappropriate in front of the whole club.

Rach grinned at me, and I couldn't help but grin back. "It's good to have you back, Finn."

It was good to be back but all I could do was hunch my shoulders a little at her. Luckily, she gets that and nodded her head. I looked over at Jacob Ben Israel. "Cool if I take my spot back?" Not that I would take 'no' for an answer, but my mother didn't raise me to be a total caveman.

"Quite. I was just here because I was hoping to get into Rachel's pants." He didn't sound the slightest bit ashamed of it either, which I didn't like. I might make jokes about getting into Kurt's pants, but I don't do it in public.

I made a bit of a mental note to scare the shit out of him later, reminding him how real men treated women. I didn't want Rachel any more, not now that I had Kurt, but that didn't mean I wanted other dudes to disrespect her. Puck came up and thumped my shoulder. "You and Shuester cool?"

"Not by a long shot." I didn't say anything else, because I didn't need to.

"Finn." I really don't know what Quinn wanted to say to me, since we haven't really talked since the whole 'not the father' thing went down, but I just turned away from her. Please guys; let's just get through this without the drama.

Rachel looked into my eyes. "Are you ok?"

I hoped that she would be such a good friend when she found out about me and Kurt. I mean, she has two dads, so she kind of has to be, right? I smiled weakly. "Don't worry about me, ok? This is all up to you, now. You wanted the solo, you wanted the chance to be the star, this is your chance." I leaned down closer. "Don't screw it up."

It sounded a little mean, but Rach thrives on this shit. She's just like me; we work best when it's down to the buzzer. The rest of the Glee club was huddled around the piano, watching out four dancers map out the choreography, so I went over, too, just so I could stand by Kurt. His head was down, but his eyes were on me. They were huge and blue and I couldn't tell if he was happy or not.

Then he looked up at me, and the most beautiful smile I had ever seen spread across his face. Oh yeah, he was glad. No matter what else happened from this point on, even if we placed dead last, things would be ok from now on, because I still had Kurt, and, really? If I had Kurt, I didn't need anything else.