A/N: Bow-chicka-bow-bow

Finn POV

By the time we were done with the school day, I had kind of lost my confidence. Damn I wish that we had Glee today. Or Football. Or even stupid old tutoring. Anything but having to go home and face having sex with Kurt.

"Sup, Queerbait?" I didn't say anything about what we were planning to Puck, and I know that Kurt didn't either, but somehow he always knows stuff. "You and Hummel planning on making with the love? You getting some of that pretty white ass?"

I glared at him. "Shut up, Puck. Don't talk about Kurt like that. And how did you know, anyway?"

He gave me a friendly shoulder punch. "Dude, every time I've seen you today, you've either been walking around green or with that dopey look on your face. Except right after you and Princess got it on in the janitor's closet. People could hear him, you know. Or is it you who screams like that?"

Oh, God. Yeah, I mean, I know that Kurt's kind of loud, but I didn't realize that he was that loud. If someone like Karofsky or Coach Sylvester would have opened the door, the entire school would know exactly what he and I were up to. Then we would get the crap beaten out of both of us. There's a part of me that kind of wants everyone to know about Kurt and me, but most of me would rather just graduate and keep it a secret. Like, forever.

Puck slugged me again. "Chill out, Finnessa. I told everyone that it was me and Brit in there, so you owe me one big time. I'm talking X-box big. Two weeks."

"Take it. Take all the games, too." Shit, he could have anything he wanted. "You're a good bro."

He puffed his chest visibly. "Of course I am. And if you're looking for your boyfriend, I might have seen him over by the cafeteria. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with Santana in the Chem Lab."

"Thanks, Dude." I bounded off to find Kurt, perfectly happy again. So what if I was a little bit nervous about the sex part? That didn't mean that I couldn't enjoy Kurt's company right now.

Kurt was still there, sipping at a water and occasionally stealing a French fry from Mercedes or Tina. He looked so happy that I almost didn't want to butt in, but I kind of had too. I mean, he's my ride and everything.

"Hey Spider Monkey." I sat down next to Tina, which was across from Kurt. "Hey girls."

They all said their hellos. Kurt nudged me under the table. "I couldn't find you after school, but I figured you'd come here if I waited long enough."

See how smart he is? I never would have thought of anything like that. "Here I am."

Tina offered me some of her fries, and I didn't want to be rude and refuse, so I helped myself. Kurt was back to taking about designers and fashion and the visionary of blah, blah, blah, so I tuned out. That was kind of dumb, though, because then all I had left to think about was Kurt and sex. Usually that results in an embarrassing hard on, but not this time. This time it was just making my stomach all twisted and tight.

"Earth to Finn Hudson!" Kurt sounded all pissy, which meant he had been trying to get my attention for a while.

I gave him my sweetest smile. "Yes?" Kurt hates it when I say 'yeah', because he says it makes me sound sullen and ignorant, which is the same thing as stupid and crabby.

"I asked if you were ready to go over to my place and study. You have a big exam coming up."

"Sure." I didn't miss Mercedes snorting and whispering 'anatomy exam' to Tina, who whispered 'prostate exam' back. Then they were both giggling at us and it's probably better if we just leave, especially since I can't think of a good comeback for that.

Kurt was quiet until we got back to the car and the engine was started. Before he put the car in gear, he looked straight at me. "You're sure about this, right? Because if you're not sure, now's the time to tell me."

"I'm sure." I took a quick look around the parking lot, but we were the only car left. Since no one could see us, I leaned forward to kiss him, my tongue moving across his lips until he opened his mouth. He relaxed instantly, his arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me close. Seeing that made me feel a better about what we were going to do. "I love you, Kurt."

"Back at you, Cowboy." He turned onto the road outside the school and I wondered what my chances were of convincing Kurt to stop for a burger on the way home. Beef was protein, and protein made energy, which I was going to need for the sex. I was about to say that when Kurt held up a hand. "We are not stopping for food."

How does he do that? Maybe Kurt's like Dr. Spock on Start Trek, and he can do a Vulture Mind Meld. I peeked really quick, and Kurt's ears are kind of pointy. Hmm….

"I will, however, make you a grilled cheese afterwards, if you're still hungry."

Awesome! Kurt makes the best grilled cheese in the entire world. Two types of cheese, thick bread, and he knows a trick where you don't get those nasty burn marks on the outside. I scooted over a little bit and laid my head on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck.

"Well, Finn Hudson, It's nice to see where I rate in your affections. Slightly above a burger, and below a grilled cheese sandwich."

Even I knew that that was sarcasm. "Nah, you're about the most important, top ranking, thing in the world to me. Who else would I let fuck me? Not a grilled cheese."

He was trying so hard not to laugh at that, but he couldn't help it. Eventually he had to giggle, curling one hand to rest his forehead on it. "Don't change, Finn. Ok, Baby, we're here. Scene of the crime." By the end of the sentence, his voice had dropped to a nervous whisper.

It felt kind of good to know that he was nervous, too. Since it was kind of like our honeymoon, except with no wedding, I pulled him out of the car and into my arms, holding him like a bride. He closed his eyes and let me hold him, which is all kinds of awesome.

I carried him all the way to the basement (and I only looked at the kitchen for like a second, I swear! I don't want to get all distracted by thinking about grilled cheese) and set him down.

Now we were staring at each other, and it felt weird and awkward. Things were never awkward with Kurt, not ever. But now I didn't know if I was supposed to touch him or not touch him or let him make the first move or just get right to the fucking. I crossed my arms over my chest and hoped that he would have some ideas.

He pulled back from me and stared. Since he wasn't going to say anything, I broke the silence. "This kind of sucks."

"It does." Kurt broke the space in between us, coming close and holding out his arms for a hug. I gave him one, burying my face in his hair and remembering his smell. "I think we're building this up too much and making ourselves hysterical over nothing. Lay down with me and let's just snuggle for a while."

That was quite possibly the best idea I had heard all day. Well, except for screwing around in the janitor's closet. That had been sheer genius on my part. "Ok." I stripped naked and climbed under the covers, shivering happily. It's always nice to crawl into bed, especially when you have someone to cuddle with.

When Kurt undressed, he held made sure that he held his shirt over his junk until he got in bed with me. He's always shy like that, which kind of sucks. I mean, he's got a nice body, for a guys, and I liked looking at it. Then again, now I could touch it, which was even better. I pulled him as close as possible, so I could feel him and kiss him like I had been wanting to all day. You know, all porny and hot?

He was into it getting into it, but then he got tense and started trying to push me back. I knew that he was worried about the sex part again. I was, too, but I was more interested in the kissing right now. See, this is Kurt's big problem: he thinks too much.

Since Kurt's all obsessed with this Wicked musical (Rachel was, too, but I'm trying not to think about her right now. I'm still kind of pissed about her dumping me on her Dads like that.) I've listened to the soundtrack so many times I could probably sing all the songs, both the chick and dude parts. Anyway, there's this one line in one of the songs that says life's more painless when you're brainless. That's me! I might not be all smart or able to do math or stuff, but at least I don't spend all of my time worrying about shit. I kissed Kurt on the nose. "Cool it."

"Easy for you to say." He snuggled in close, pressing his forehead to my neck and his lips against my collarbone.

"Hey! I'm the one getting shit shoved where it doesn't belong today. What do you have to worry about?" I ran my fingers through his hair; since this was the only time he would let me do that.

He mumbled something into my neck, but I couldn't understand it. Why do people do that? He should either tell me what he wants to or not, but I hate having to fish it out of him. "What?"

One blue eye peeked up at me, looking all worried. "I want it to be good for you."

Like I said, he worries too much. "It will be. I'm ready, you're ready, everyone's ready. I trust you."

Kurt was still all tense, one hand squeezing my shoulder and the other wrapped around the sheets. His heart was thumping against mine like it had been in the closet at school. He was scared, and that was the last thing in the world I wanted. "Relax, Spider Monkey. Tell me about today."

There's nothing that Kurt likes better then having something to bitch about, and he started to calm down. "Coach Sylvester is out to get me. She's always staring at me now."

I got that. "I won't let her hurt you." I couldn't stop her if she really wanted to, but it seemed like a nice boyfriendy thing to say.

He squeezed my shoulder again. "I know. How was your day? Is Ms. Rachel still stalking you in an attempt to reconvert you to heterosexuality?"

Ok, I only understood half of that, but Kurt always means the same thing when he brings up Rachel. He wanted me to tell him that I didn't want her like that, that I would never leave him for her. "She's got a new boyfriend."

"Hm. That was quick." He tickled my side. This was good. "Foolish girl."

"Yeah." I tried not to sound like it hurt my feelings, even though it kind of did. Quinn, Rachel, all of my girlfriends found it really easy to replace me. What would make Kurt any different in the long run?

He loves you. Rachel and I didn't. That love makes all the difference in the world.

It did. I squeezed Kurt as tight as I could. "I have you now and that's what matters." I ran my hand down his back and over his ass before sliding it around to stroke his cock, which was completely hard.

That was all it took for Kurt to relax and lose all of his inhibitions. He moaned into my mouth and rubbed his body against mine like a horny, horny cat. Little Finn was starting to perk up and get interested. And, unless I was really that stupid, so was little Kurt.

Things were getting too fast and sloppy, now, totally out of control. I jerked to the side and accidentally slammed our heads together, which made him bite my lip. Yeah, I totally didn't care. I reached down to grab his cock again, but he twisted away before I could get a grip on it. "Uh-uh, Finn, that's for later."

The harder my dick got, the harder it was for me to remember why I had been so scared of sex in the first place. This was Kurt, the one I loved more then anyone else in the world. "Now." I tried to sound commanding, but it came out as a whimper.

"Oh, I don't know about that." Now he was back in control, and there's nothing that gets Kurt's dick harder then being in control. Lucky for both of us, I don't mind not being in control, so things work out really well. "I think that waiting a little bit for that will do you some good."

He was a dead man. And if he hadn't been rubbing his thumbs over my hipbones in that special way that I really, really, liked, I would have told him so. But I didn't want him to stop, so I kept my mouth shut. "But maybe I could do a little something for your problem. If you wanted me to."

Is there ever a time that I don't want him to? Seriously? "Please." My voice was all soft, and sweet, even though all I wanted to do was grab him and hump the hell out of his leg. Screw niceness and propriety and all the other things that Kurt likes to bitch about while I desperate to get off.

"Ok, since you asked so nicely." I kissed me once more on the lips, but quick, so I couldn't pull him back into it. "Maybe I could be convinced to suck a little cock."

I love my boyfriend dearly, but he has about the prissiest mouth in the entire world. Usually he can't even say 'crap' without blushing, so when he says things like 'cock' it's like seeing a nun rip off her giant robe thing and have DD tits underneath. Hot. As. Fuck.

He patted my hip. "Sit up. On your side, though, ok?"

Score! Kurt looked over at my dick and chuckled. "Finn Hudson, you are an easy date."

That's the nice way of saying I'm a slut. Then he started licking my cock and I didn't care what he wanted to call me, as long as he kept doing what he was doing. I looked down, just as Kurt looked up, studying me from under his eyelashes. That might have been the hottest thing I had ever seen, and I had to struggle to keep from coming right there.

There was a sort of snapping noise from down on the floor, almost like Kurt's knee had popped, but sharper. I was about to ask if he was ok, when he took my cock in his mouth, sucking lightly. His teeth scraped just a tiny bit when he slid down the shaft, but I never mind that. Actually, it's pretty hot, but I don't tell Kurt that in case he thinks I'm some kind of pervert.

Then he ran one finger in between my ass cheeks, so quickly that it was over before I was done jumping. It made me nervous, but, if I wanted to have sex with Kurt, I was going to have to just deal with it. Plus, it did make me shiver in kind of a nice way.

Kurt had paused for a second, but when I didn't freak out, he went back to sucking my cock. "Good boy."

Oh, he could just shove it up his ass. Did he really have to talk to me like I was a toddler? If my cock hadn't been in his mouth, which meant it was in mortal danger if I really pissed him off; I would have told him so.

While I was thinking about that, Kurt made another pass over my ass, but slowly this time, now that he was sure it was ok. The shivery feeling came back, and it was more then ok, it was kind of awesome. I could do this.

That didn't stop me from about shooting off the bed when he stuck his finger up there. Jeez, give a guy a little warning, will ya?

That's one place he could shove it! Stupid Quinn voice was actually giggling about this.

Really, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It didn't hurt, not even a little tiny bit. This was going to be alright after all. Kurt kissed me hard, like he was afraid I was going to freak out and make him stop. "Is this good?"

"Sure." Well, not exactly. It didn't suck, and I was willing to roll with it, but I wouldn't call it good. The blow job still rocked, though. His tongue was swirling around the head of my cock, and that made things go all wavy for a while.

It was so focused on what Kurt's mouth was doing that I forgot to pay attention to what his hand was. Yeah, I know, but it's not my fault I'm too stupid to focus on more then one thing at a time.

That was probably why I didn't really notices when Kurt started moving his finger, sliding in and out slowly. I mean, yeah, I noticed, but I didn't really care. Whatever, it was just what I had to do to get ready for the big game. Right, this was just like warm-ups.

Then he hit what must have been my prostate and oh God, I was dying right now. If this was what sex felt like, no wonder Puck was such a whore! That was it, I was kidnapping Kurt and hiding him somewhere where we would do nothing but fuck all day, everyday.

Kurt was glowing, the room was glowing, my body was glowing as it twisted around on the bed. I didn't know my own body or what it was doing at all, just that I had never felt so good in my entire life. He still had his mouth on my dick, but I don't think it would have mattered either way. My orgasm was actually painful, like my body was trying to turn inside out.

Somewhere in the back of my brain, Quinn-Voice was reminding me that Kurt doesn't really like to swallow and I was a big jerk for making him do it... "Shudthefugup."

"Excuse me?" Kurt sounded half insulted and half like he wanted to laugh. "I didn't say anything, Finn."

Was the room tilting back and forth, or was it just me? "No, not you. I was telling Quinn to shut up."

He just looked at me, his mouth hanging open. I tried to explain further. "No, because it was just her voice in my head, and she was telling me that I was a jerk because you don't really like to swallow, and I don't really think she belongs here so I told her to shut up. You can do whatever you want."

His mouth opened and shut a few times without any words coming out. Then he shook his head. "Ok, we'll come back to that later. Are you ready?"

Ready for what? Then it clicked home and all of my lazy good feelings vanished. Oh, the sex. Funny, I had kind of forgotten about that. "Uh, sure."

"So, I talked to Hiram and Leroy, and they thought that it might be easiest if you kind of get on all fours. Then I don't have to support any of your weight." He sounded really nervous, like he was afraid that I was going to freak out and refuse.

I really wanted to, but I knew I had to do this. After all, sucking someone's dick sounded gross, and I had liked it, and having something shoved up my ass had sounded gross, and I had liked that, so I would probably like this, too. I got into position, and tried not to think about what I was doing.

"Shh, it's ok. You're doing great Finn." Kurt pressed his hands into my sides, rubbing gently. I tried not to melt a little, but I couldn't help it. Every time Kurt said anything nice to me, I tended to roll over like a puppy begging for a treat. I try not to, but I always want to make Kurt happy, so he doesn't break up with me.

I heard the snapping noise again, and I realized that it was the top on the lube opening. Kurt rested one hand on my ass, which made me jump again. Then he slowly shoved his finger back up my ass. "Easy, Finn. Good job."

I liked that he was talking to me instead of just lurking back there like some creepy pervert. His finger felt different this time, which might have been because I was in a different position, but it didn't really hurt either, so I let it go. Kurt laid his cheek against my shoulders, his skin burning hot. "Alright, one more."

The second finger burned a little, but he was using enough lube that it wasn't so bad. The friction was starting to feel a little good, but not as good as everyone made sex sound. I rolled my shoulders to ease the tension in them, and the movement made him press forward. He hit up against something and oh shit my dick just got totally hard again. I love you prostate, and thank you Jesus and Mary and Joseph and all the saints because that is totally awesome. I can't help but groan, which made Kurt rub his free hand against my back. "Almost there, Cowboy. One more."

Apparently I am nothing but a huge slut at heart, because I was pushing back against his hand and making a noise like a cat in heat and he could just put his dick up there right now and I was going to die a happy man. Apparently when two guys do it, it's hello sex, goodbye dignity.

I tried to shift around so I could use one hand to stroke my dick, but all I ended up doing was almost face planting on the bed. Oh, yeah, my coordination still sucked. I braced myself again and prayed that Kurt would take pity on me when the actual fucking started. While I was debating that, he slipped in a third finger.

That didn't feel so good. It still didn't hurt, but it wasn't comfortable any more. I stared at Kurt's pillow, my body tense. Just relax. Relax and it won't hurt as much. I was so busy concentrating on my breathing that I almost missed Kurt's whisper. "Ready?"

"Yeah." It came out all rushed, but I knew he got it.

He slid his fingers out and leaned forward, draping his body over my back so he could whisper in my ear. "Do you want me to use a condom or not?"

I couldn't remember what the Mr. Berry's had said about that, and it was even harder to think when Kurt started kissing all over my jaw. "Whatever you want. It's cool with me."

"No, then." I liked that he still waited a few seconds, just to give me a chance to say no. But it really didn't matter. I mean, its not like I'm going to get pregnant or anything, and I know that neither one of us has a disease. "Ok, here we go."

It took him a second to get lined, up and I almost backed out when I felt his dick up against my asshole. It felt huge, and there was no way that the damn thing was going to fit. "This is going to hurt a little bit, but just let me get all the way in or it's going to be worse. Just take deep breaths and relax."

Thank God for Kurt, and the way he not only remembers everything to make this go good, but that he remembers to remind me, so I don't freak out. "I'm ready." In a few seconds, I wouldn't be a virgin any more. Or would I? Were you a virgin until it's in there, or until you actually finish stuff and come? Was it different for dudes and chicks, because- Holy Fuck Kurt just jammed a poker up my ass!

It hurt, and not just a little bit like he had said it would. This was more like a burning pain and I was bleeding, I had to be bleeding, because it couldn't possibly hurt this bad otherwise. "Stop!" I tried to pull away, but Kurt's a lot stronger then he looks, and he wrapped one arm around my middle to hold me in place.

"Easy, Cowboy, easy. I know it hurts, I know, but you have to relax. Ok? Can you take deep breaths and relax?"

Like hell he knew how it felt! Why didn't I shove a hot poker up his ass for comparison! He kept talking, rubbing my hip and kissing my shoulders. "Finn, I can't do anything if you don't relax. I'll pull out if you want me to, but it's going to hurt just as bad if you don't calm down. Calm, loose muscles, come on, you can do it."

Ok, I could do it. Just pretend I was a jellyfish, who had no bones and no muscles. I was just a jellyfish, all crafty and calm. Rachel had taught me how to breathe my tension out, so I tried that, but then I felt kind of creepy thinking about my ex-girlfriend while my boyfriend had his dick up my ass. And possibly a 2x4 alongside of it.

Kurt was breathing really hard against my neck, and I wondered if me being so tense was hurting him, too. I didn't want that, so I forced myself to go totally limp. He must have felt it, because he kissed my back. "Good. Now do you want me to still pull out?"

Now that I wasn't in a state of total bitch panic, I didn't hurt nearly as bad as I had before. Don't get me wrong, it still felt weird and uncomfortable and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not, but I didn't feel like I was about to die, either. "I guess not. It doesn't hurt when you're holding still."

His hand was back at my stomach, rubbing circles. "That's normal. You take a few minutes to adjust, and I'll move when you're ready."

That was super awesome of him, especially because I could feel his legs shaking against mine and I knew how badly he wanted to just start thrusting into me. One hand wrapped around my cock, which wasn't hard any more because it's not easy to stay hard when you think you're about to die. He wasn't as gentle as he usually was, which is kind of hot in itself. Don't get me wrong, I like all the flowers and romance and shit, but sometimes I kind of like it rough, too. Whatever the reason, Little Finn was perking back up.

Even though I was looking right at the clock, I don't think it was working right. The minutes were moving really fast, then really slow, and it was making me dizzy to try and focus on them. Kurt was kissing my neck, and there was a tiny firework going off everywhere he touched me. Ok, maybe this sex thing wasn't so bad after all. Anticipation was starting to curl in my stomach, like it could get much better if I was patient. "Move a little."

He did, so slowly that I swear he wasn't moving at all, except that the fire was spreading across my body. It still didn't feel as good as I though sex was supposed to, but it didn't hurt any more either, so I was just going to go with it. Especially since, if the noises he was making meant anything, Kurt though it felt really, really good.

Kurt pulled back, almost out, then pushed back in, his body moving so the angle was different. He was moving a little bit faster now, but it still felt ok. I was going to get through this.

Then he hit my prostate and I was sure I was dying again, only this time it would be worth it if I did. Literally, Kurt could shove his dick and the poker, and the 2x4 up there, and I would still be happy. "Oh, God."

"Gotcha." Kurt moved again, and there was another explosion from somewhere in my body. I jerked and whined, not even caring that I sounded like a total slut. "Please, please." I had no idea what I was begging for.

"I know." Kurt was heaving for breath, and if I turned right now, I knew that he would just look destroyed. He's always so perfect looking that there's nothing hotter then seeing him with his hair all messed up and his lips all swollen because he bites them and his eyes all dark and wide. "I'm almost there, I promise."

Duh. At this point, I know that he's close without even having to look. I could feel it in his tenseness body against mine and the way he was breathing against my neck in jerks and starts. His thrusts were erratic, which means no rhythm to them, which also meant he was right on the edge. I shoved my cock into his hand, since he had kind of forgotten what he was supposed to be doing with it.

He slammed into me one last time, which kind of hurt again, but it was that weird hurt that just made things feel better. It was weird because I could feel him coming inside my body, which should have felt the same as when he did in my hand, but it didn't. It was more…special, I guess. Like the two of us were close. Kurt gave two more thrusts, nailing my prostate both times. That was all it took to push me over the edge, and I came all over his hand and my stomach.

Kurt had dropped over my back, and I just couldn't hold us up any more. The way my arms were shaking, I couldn't even hold up myself. So I let myself fall to the covers, with Kurt still on top of me, his cheek against my spine. "Holy fuck."

He gave a soft mumble of agreement before sighing. "You're getting come all over my 400 thread count Egyptian sheets." He was too sleepy to ever pretend that he cared.

"Lick it off." My brain had stopped working 5 minutes ago, right about time him having his dick up my ass started feeling good. I yawned and snuggled into the pillow. Maybe there was time for a nap?

Maybe Burt will come in here and find you naked with his son. Then he'll beat you to death with a tire iron. I'm sure he has plenty of them at the garage.

So true. So sadly, sadly, true. I tried to get up so I could give him a kiss, but Kurt was too heavy across my body, so I nudged him with my elbow instead. "Scoot."

He did, which made his cock slide out of my ass and that was really gross, even though I wasn't sure why it was so gross. Just one of those things, I guess.

I didn't say that to Kurt, though. I just rolled onto my back so I could pull him on top of me. Luckily, he got the message and put his head on my chest. He didn't tell me that he loved me, but he didn't need to either. I just knew.

Kurt pressed closer, so he could kiss my throat. "Was that ok?"

"Yeah." It came out all slurred, like I had been smoking pot. "It was great."

"Good. I wanted it to be perfect for you."

"Of course it was perfect, I was with you." Now was so not the time to tell him that I could feel his jizz all over my thighs. That? Would not be romantic at all. "So, we're not virgins any more."

"No, we aren't. Do you regret it?" His fingers got all tight against my shoulder, and I knew that he was about to have a big insecure freak out. I've had enough of them myself to know.

"Nope. Well, maybe a little. The next time we're in a horror movie, we're going to be the first ones killed. Probably while we're screwing."

He giggled, which might be the best sound in the entire world. "That's not a terrible way to go." He pressed as close as he could, like he wanted his body to melt into mine. His breathing had gone slow and soft, his eyes closed.

I couldn't fall asleep. One of us had to stay awake so neither one of us ended up getting beaten with a tire iron. And by 'neither one of us' I meant me. Plus, this way I could just stare at Kurt without looking like some sort of stalker.

So, I totally know that Kurt doesn't believe in God, and I don't really know that I do either (we haven't gone to church since I was three and yelled 'asshole' during the moment of silence), but I couldn't help but ask the big guy for a quick favor.

Uh, so, God? Can I just say things to you or do I need to say it fancier? How about 'Dear Heavenly Father'? There, that sounds fancy enough. Dear Heavenly Father, I know that you probably don't owe me any favors or anything, but could you please let me keep Kurt? I promise I'll treat him really well, and always make him happy, and all of that good stuff. Just don't let him ever figure out how dumb I really am, and we'll be good. Ok, thanks a lot.

There, that was a good prayer right? Maybe I should have paid more attention to Quinn when she was praying. She did it so often (every time we kissed, it seems like) that she probably rocks at it. Oh, wait, I forgot the last part. Maybe a prayer is like one of Harry Potter's spells and you have to say all of it or it doesn't work?

So, yeah, Amen.