Kurt POV

I can't believe that I fell asleep. I was supposed to stay awake; if for no other reason then I had to keep watch in case Dad came home a little early and stumbled downstairs. I wasn't about to lose Finn just a few short hours after I had lost my virginity to him.

Too bad Finn isn't a girl. If he was, your father would probably be throwing a parade right now, complete with ticker tape and a million tons of confetti.

I couldn't tell if Galinda was being spiteful or pitying. Either way, she was being a bitch. Dad didn't care who I slept with, and he certainly wasn't expecting a naked girl to crawl out from under my sheets any time soon. He had told me that he had known I was gay practically since I was a toddler, and that he was fine with it. So there, Miss Priss.

I didn't mean it like that. Of course your father is happy that you are, and he doesn't want you to change. There's still a certain adjustment of expectations though, and neither one of us can deny that. Anyway, he's probably more then a bit worried that you'll be the one on the bottom and, well…we've all seen Finn's typical level of coordination.

Considering that Finn couldn't walk up or down the average staircase without stumbling, and fell of the risers at least once during each Glee practice, she did kind of have a point. "I'll give you that."

The words were whispered, but Finn stirred anyway. "Shh." I kissed my way across his shoulder blades. "Sleep now."

As if my thoughts had somehow reached across town, my phone rang. Guiltily I scooped it up, reading the display screen. "Hi, Dad."

"Hey, kiddo. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be really late tonight. Every idiot who's been listening to their car clunk or their brakes shriek all month decided to come in today. Evan's going to pick us up some dinner, so you're on your own. Maybe you and Finn could have a date or something."

My face was flaming, and I wondered what he would say if he had even the slightest idea that the date was over, and what a productive date it had been. "Sure, I'll give him a call."

"Great. I don't want to embarrass you, but whatever the two of you get up to, but please be safe. Love you, kid." He hung up almost before my mumbled response was done.

Aww, that's cute. By the way, does it bother you at all that the first thing that everyone has told you, and that you've read on every website, and even heard from Rachel's fathers is to use protection and be safe, and you totally fucked that up? I mean, it's not like you didn't have the condoms, so why not use them?

Good question. I really wasn't sure why it had seemed so important not to use them. Finn had left it up to me, which was nice, considering that he was the one who would probably end up with the disease if something went wrong, so I couldn't blame this on him either. Even though I didn't fully understand why, it just seemed important that this be Finn and I, sharing this with no barriers.

I'm sure plenty of teenage girls are telling the same story, including Quinn. See, being gay does have its advantages.

That it did. I rolled onto my side so I could just look at Finn, who had settled back into a deep sleep. He was snoring softly, his eyes rolling back and forth behind closed lids.

Looking at him, I couldn't help but feel a surge of love and gratitude. I was gay. I was always going to be gay, and there was nothing that anyone could do to change that. But Finn wasn't. Finn liked girls, he had dated girls, and, if I hadn't have come along, he would have had sex with a girl. But he had chosen me, even though he had to know that that would make his life immeasurably harder. That alone would make me forgive most things.

Says something about your absolute fabulousness, now doesn't it?

Yeah it did. But what did that really mean? I had Finn now, yes, but was that enough? Would I have him in a month, or by this summer, or at the start of our junior year? What about after graduation? Finn said he wanted to go to New York and be with me forever, but would he feel that way when it actually came down to packing up and moving hours away from the only home he could remember? What if we broke up and he decided that he would rather get back with a girl? I might have to go to New York on my own or, God forbid, with Rachel Berry as company. No, that wasn't going to happen, flat out. I would stay here and become a Lima Loser first.

"Will you knock that shit off?" Finn's eyes were half open and heavy lidded, but focused on me.

"Excuse me?" I couldn't help but give him a waking up kiss. "Just what is it that I'm supposed to be knocking off?"

"Your thinking. It's so loud that it woke me up." I started to protest, but he held up a hand. "You worry too much and don't try to lie about it. You're laying there in bed getting all worked up about shit that hasn't even happened yet. Then, even if it never happens, you're all spazzed out. Just cool it and let things happen when they do. I'll take care of you."

"You're very good at that." I kissed him again, laying my head on his chest. "How are you feeling? Any different?"

"My ass is kind of sore."

Ah yes. My Finn, always romantic. "That's disgusting. What I meant was, do you feel any different about me?" I couldn't quite keep the hope out of my voice.

"Oh. Uh, yeah, kind of."

When Finn said 'kind of', what he actually meant was 'no'. "So, you didn't think that it was special."

I guessed I could kind of see where he was coming from. I mean, I'm pretty sure that most first times don't end with one of the partners panicking and wanting to stop halfway through.

And I'm pretty sure that you're wrong about that. Come on, this isn't the movies, where beautiful music swells, and there isn't the tiniest bit of pain. So what if Finn got a little freaked out. You listened to what he needed, and he was pretty enthusiastic by the end.

Even as I was having that thought, Finn was hurrying to soothe me. "Of course it was special! Even if it had sucked completely, it would have been special because it was the first time. But I don't know what sort of different you want me to feel. I don't love you more then I did, because I couldn't love you any more then I already do. I don't trust you more, since I was already willing to let you shove something up my ass, and you don't get any more trust then that. So, I don't get what you want me to tell you."

"That was exactly what I wanted you to tell me." Finn might not be the brightest, but when he speaks from the heart, there's no poet who can touch him. I stroked his cheek. "How sore are you?"

"Not too bad. It's sore, but it's a good kind of sore. Like, have you ever had a really great workout, and your muscles kind of burn afterwards, but it's cool because you feel like you pushed yourself to do something new and awesome."

He had just had a really great workout. "So, it was ok? Something you want to do again?" If I had hurt Finn, or ruined it for him, it would destroy me.

"Yeah! But not now. Can we kind of wait on that one?" He arched lazily. "Actually, do you think I have time to grab a quick shower? I feel really, really, gross right now."

"You should have plenty of time. Dad called while you were napping, and he's not going to be in until late. So hop in, and we'll have dinner afterwards."

His face lit up. "Grilled cheese?"

Ah, yes, the grilled cheese. "Soup and sandwiches sounds fine." There were a few choices in the freezer, since I'm forever trying to convince my father that soup can be a meal, and that it doesn't have to be thin and flavorless. It's a losing battle, but I can't stop myself from continuing to fight.

"Coolness." He bounded off to the bathroom, leaving me in his wake. I took an extra few minutes to stretch and think about what had happened. But first I had to remind him. "Finn? Remember to be careful with that shower knob! You know if breaks if-"

"Fuck!" The word was muffled through the closed door, but I knew exactly what had happened. The knob on my shower was fiddley, and would twist right off if you didn't handle it just right. Then you would be stuck with freezing cold water pouring all down your back while you tried to fix it. I hated it with a passion, and if it hadn't worked so well with the rest of the room, I would have gotten rid of the damn thing months ago.

Finn reappeared, holding the broken knob out guiltily. "It broke."

I heaved myself up and off the bed, trying to ignore the droplets of cold water coursing down Finn's chest and shoulders. God I wanted to lick them off. "I know."

Even though the floor was freezing underneath my bare feet, I took a minute to admire the view Finn was providing. He had literally no shame about prancing around the basement stark naked, while I had wrapped a blanket around myself the minute I stood up. Then, if my body looked anything like Finn's, I wouldn't be ashamed of it either.

Of course, Finn is still Finn, and the first thing he did was rip the blanket off of my body. "Finn Hudson!"

He looked injured. "I'm not even allowed to look? But we just had sex! How can you possibly be shy now? Besides, you look great naked."

Yes, because that didn't make me feel self conscious at all. "I don't. And anyway, I have shower knob to fix right now, and you know how you get when you start taking my clothes off. All you do is want to do is hump me like a horny old hound dog."

He sighed. "You do look great naked, I swear. But don't worry; your virtue is safe with me. "Then he cracked up laughing. "Except I guess it isn't, because we just did it! But I promise I'll behave like a civilized person and not a horny old dog."

It was a good (and proper) use of the term civilized, but I didn't bother calling attention to it. When I did try and say something about Finn's ever expanding vocabulary, all it seemed to do was embarrass him. But I could feel his eyes boring into my backside as I bent over to resituate the offending shower knob. I could also hear him singing softly under his breath, the words half muttered and just loud enough to hear. "Nuthin but a hound dog, crying all the time. You ain't nuthin but a hound dog, cryin' all the time. You ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine."

Even though I felt a little ridiculous, I joined in on the second verse. "They said you was high class, well that was just a lie. They said you was high class, that was just a lie. You ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine."

Once we had both quit giggling (and yes, Finn, men do giggle. Even you.) I turned the knob to somewhere in-between warm and hot and gestured to the shower. "In."

His response was to grab me under the arms and all but toss me under the spray. "Here, I'll help you."

I tried to squirm out, but he used his bigger body to box me in. "Finn Hudson! I took a shower this morning, and you know full well that too much hot water will dry out my skin, and then I'll have to make up for it with extra moisturizing and…" I kind of ran out of steam there, because having Finn's wet, naked, body up against mine was doing all kinds of good things for me. "Alright, turn around."

Finn, trusting as always, turned, and braced himself against the shower wall. I grabbed a bath sponge and some body wash and started rubbing him down. He purred with pleasure, his head dropping down slackly. "I love you."

I had to smile at his simple statement. "I love you, too."

This entire thing was…different. Usually at this point, with Finn and I both naked and in the shower together, someone would be getting their dick sucked. But that was the furthest thing from my mind right now. Well, maybe not the furthest, since Finn naked always conjured some naughty thoughts, but it was pretty far down. But instead of thinking about what was between his legs, all I could focus on was his skin. Miles and miles of honey colored skin over sleek muscle.

Maybe Finn sensed the change in our relationship, because he was silent. Normally, his quiet moods lasted 47 seconds at best, but tonight he was quite taciturn. I took the hand held sprayer down and rinsed him off. There, now he was clean and, with any luck, he wasn't going to figure out that he now smelled like mint and rosemary. I gave his back a quick slap. "You're good."

He turned and looked at me, his eyes searching mine. "Things are different between us now, aren't they?"

It was an honest, if somewhat naïve, question, and it deserved an honest answer. "Yes." My voice was quiet and subdued. "Do you regret doing it? Or letting me be on top?"

He laughed. "Nah, none of that." He reached up and slicked my hair out of my eyes, his fingers incredibly gentle. Then he squinted. "Can we maybe have this talk somewhere else? Like, anywhere that isn't your shower? Plus, we're kind of losing the hot water."

I hadn't noticed until that minute, but he was right. "Of course." I shut off the spray and stepped out, grabbing a towel for each of us. Finn took mine and gently dried me off, somehow managing to get me dry without being too rough. Sweet thing, he was learning the difference between 'exfoliate gently' and 'sand Kurt's skin off'.

Since Dad wasn't due to be homes for a while, I didn't see any reason to put our clothes on just yet. I did, however, want to do a quick change on the bedding, since I did not want to be relegated to sleeping in the wet spot.

Finn, however, had no such reservations. He tossed himself down on the dry part of the bed, then beckoned to me. I cuddled close, and found out that, if we pressed close, we were both ok. And who didn't want to snuggle close to their boyfriend?

I laid my head on Finn's chest, his skin still warm and flushed from the shower. Under my cheek, his heart beat a steady, easy rhythm. Whatever he was wanting to tell me, it wasn't anything that upset him. I snuggled in; giving him the time he needed to organize his thoughts. Minutes passed, and still Finn was quiet. "Finn?"

"Huh?" Something about the way he startled suggested that he had been dozing off again.

"Did you want to talk?"

"About the sex part?" This was a classic Finn gambit. For someone who seems to hold so few secrets, he can be amazingly closed mouthed about himself and his thoughts. Right now, he was trying to narrow me down to exactly what I wanted to hear from him, so that he wouldn't inadvertently reveal something he didn't want to. It was quite clever, if somewhat annoying.

So I turned the tables on him. "About whatever you want to talk about."

If I did this right (and, at this point, I usually did.), Finn would give up on being evasive and start talking. Sure enough, he took a deep breath and began. "I wish I had something better to give you."

As always, with Finn, speaking didn't always mean making any sense. "Better then what?"

"Then me. But I don't really have anything else." His voice was distant.

I was so shocked that it took me a minute to find my voice. "There's nothing better then you! I don't know where you get this impression that you're some sort of consolation prize."

He shrugged. "I know I'm not. I'm just…." He fell silent then, apparently unable to articulate what the problem was. "I wish I knew the right thing to say right now, because what happened was…what's a good fancy word for 'the most awesome thing in the entire world'?"

"Stupendous? Breathtaking? Glorious? The culmination of your entire 16 years on this planet?" I tried to insert a little levity into the situation."

"Yeah, the last one. But that was more then one word." Now he was mouthing at my shoulder, the barely-there sensation of his teeth causing a shudder to run through my body. "It's just that I love you and I don't want you to get bored with me. You're so smart, and you know all these cool words and you read these long books and you watch all these smart TV shows and-"He had to pause here to get a breath. "-and….and…I can't do any of that. I don't know any smart words and I can barely read. One day you're going to figure that out."

The contrast between the teasing tone of the first part of that statement and the rushed, almost panicky, one of the second threw me completely. I wrapped my arms around him. "I could say the same thing to you."

"How?" It was whispered, but he was watching me intently. As badly as he felt, he was just as desperate for me to tell him that he was wrong, that I loved him after all.

"Well, you're a good football player. You're great at baseball, and you're pretty good at basketball, too. I can't do any of that." His mouth opened, but I didn't let him say anything. "Being the kicker isn't the same as being the quarterback and we both know it. Also, you're friendly. Everybody likes you, Finn. Everybody. Well, except for Karofsky, but I don't think he even likes himself, so that doesn't count. People put up with me, but they actually like you, and that's a rare trait."

I knew I had his full attention, so I groped to find another one of his virtues. It wasn't that he lacked them, though he had plenty of vices, too, but I was still reeling from what he had said. "Plus, you look really sexy when you sing. You do this sway thing and your leg kind of shakes? Hot."

"I have no rhythm and I fall down a lot." Finn didn't sound completely convinced, but he did seem to be relaxing a bit.

"When you dance, but I'm just talking about your singing. Not to mention, you have this… fighting quality about you. You talk and people listen. You got all five of the original Glee clubbers to listen to you and sing Journey, even though we didn't have a coach and barely had a bond between us."

"But none of that makes me smart. After high school, no one's going to care about any of the other shit, but they're going to remember that you're smart. That's how you're going to get an awesome job and make lots of money and be all famous. I'll just be me."

This was where he was wrong. Privately, I kind of thought that, of the two of us, Finn was the one who was more likely to get the awesome job. Not because he was better looking (though he was), or even that he was smarter then I was, but because of how personable he was. Smart people get hired, but, if they can't relate to other people, they don't last. Unless, of course, you were some sort of amazing genius at your chosen profession, like certain directors who were known for being raging assholes, but whom everyone was fighting to get to work with. Or, closer to my situation, certain designers who made models cry and threw tantrums daily were on the catwalk every show. I was smart, and I was good, but I wasn't that good. So, yes, Finn was probably going to make it just fine.

But he didn't want to hear all that. Part of the reason was that he just wasn't ready to hear it, to think that far in the future. Finn's a very literal person. "Why would you want to be anyone but you? I love you exactly the way you are, no changes necessary. Besides, there's a lot of different ways to measure intelligence. There's being book smart, and street smart, and people smart, and you're people smart. And anyway, being a teacher is an awesome job."

"You promise you won't get bored with me?" He was heartbreakingly hopeful.

I rubbed the side of his neck. "Considering I've wanted you for a year already, and we're just getting started, I would say that there's no way that I'm going to get bored with you. Regionals is in two just three months, then summer break. Then we'll be upper classmen, which might confer a tiny amount of respect, though I wouldn't bet my tiaras on it. After graduation, you and I are out of here. Hello New York, hello to our futures."

Now he was smiling, and I knew that the crisis had been averted, at least for now. Finn didn't often get in these depressed, self-hating moods, but it killed me every time he did. I knew that this was one stemming not so much from what we had just done, as it was from the fact that he was going to have further testing for his issues (I refused to call it a learning disability) tomorrow right after school. He wanted the reassurance that I was there for him, no matter what. Finn nudged my collarbone with his nose. "What about our parents?"

The thought of leaving Dad behind, especially now that I was just getting to know him, did bother me a lot more then I though it would. But for Finn, who was incredibly close to his mother, since she was all he had ever known, that same thought must have been devastating. "Oh, they'll come visit us, and complain that we don't eat right, and they'll each pull their biological kid aside and ask if we've thought about adopting them some grandchildren."

His eyes rolled. "No, not about that. I meant, do you think they'll get married?"

I tried not to think about that too much. "It's certainly possible. At their ages, most people don't tend to wait too long." Certainly disgusting to think about, but an idea I was slowly coming around to.

"Gross." While Finn had nothing against Dad personally, he was protective of his mother. Not to mention, even after what he had found out about his father, in Finn's mind at least, Dad was always going to be in competition with a dead man, and there was no way he was going to measure up.

Those were worries for another time, though. Right now, I way lying in bed with my boyfriend, the one I had just lost my virginity to. My stomach was rumbling a little, but I would be damned if I would ruin this moment. "I concur completely."

There was something else I wanted to ask him, but I had no idea how to approach it delicately. I tried several opening gambits in the back of my mind, but they were all either too vague or too blunt.

Oh, for Pete's sake. This is Finn we're talking about. Blunt is fine, and might be the only way you're going to get a straight answer from him. Just come right out with it, you know he respects that.

Time was slowly running out for this quiet snuggling, and, one way or another, I had to say something. "Finn?" I didn't say anything else, just waited until I had his full attention.

He didn't say anything back, but his eyes met mine and held, telling me that it was ok to continue. My face felt hot, but I had to know. "What did it feel like? I know that it hurt, and I'm sorry, but it was better by the end, right?"

"Yeah, by the end it was great. Just not so much in the beginning." He squinted. "I was kind of being a huge pussy, though, so that might have had something to do with it, too. Once I remembered to relax, it was pretty good."

"So it wasn't too painful?" I wasn't as brave as Finn was, and I had to know if this was something I could handle. "Scale of 1-10, 10 being the worst, how bad was it?"

If I treated this scientifically, like it was black and white, I was much less likely to talk myself out of it.

"Uh…at first it was like a 6 or 7. It hurt. But it didn't hurt when you had your fingers up there; just when you put your…you know."

It was kind of endearing that, even after we had just had sex, Finn was still a little shy about saying 'cock'. I kissed him again, unable to get enough of him. "Yes, I know."

"Good. But when it quit hurting it was like…wow." His eyes were wide. "Now I know why Puck does it all the time with everybody. It was like it was just you and me, and no one else was in the world."

That was such a charming notion that I didn't bother correcting his grammar. "I'm glad that your first time was good."

"It was your first time, too. I'm sorry I kind of freaked out." His eyes were dark and serious.

I gave him an affectionate squeeze. "You were fine. I would much rather you tell me when it hurt and slow things down then you try and tough it out and actually injure yourself."

"Yeah, that's what Rachel's Dads said, too. But I didn't want to make you all disappointed in me."

"I wasn't." I wanted to say more, but Finn's stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly. "And I'm hungry."

"Way to savor the moment, Cowboy." I tickled the offending stomach, smiling when he squirmed and laughed.

He managed to settle long enough to gasp out "You know I get hungry! Besides, I burned a lot of calories today. Sex burns 500 calories an hour!"

Somehow, I doubted that. Finn likes to make things up to see what he can get away with. It's an unfortunate hobby, since he's an utterly transparent liar, but he never gives up trying. "Of course it does. Put some pants on and we'll get something to eat."

He dressed quickly. "What do I get to do to help?"

Finn was always eager to help. Granted, his 'help' usually ended up making twice the work, but at least he tried. "Get two servings of soup out of the freezer and put it in a pot. Turn the stove on medium." His stomach growled loudly again and I hid a smile. "Make it three servings."

I had deliberately given him the easier job. All he had to do was put the soup on the stove, get bowls and spoons, and stir the soup occasionally as it heated. All things that Finn was more then capable of doing. Unfortunately, the job was so easy that it left him plenty of time to entertain himself by rubbing up against me and kissing the back of my neck. "Finn, this is dangerous when I'm standing at a hot stove."

The stove isn't the only thing that's hot. Or flaming, for that matter.

Finn slid a hand under my shirt to stroke my stomach, before trailing up to my nipples. I squirmed, but he had managed to trap me in between his body and the stove. "I'm warning you, Finn, stop or I'll…" I had to make my voice tough. If I started moaning, like I actually wanted to, I was done for.

"Stop or you'll what?" Finn knows an empty threat when he hears one.

"Stop or I'll-"My threat was cut off by the sound of the front door opening. Finn's hand shot out from under my shirt as his body spun to face the stove. The move was so practiced that I wondered how many times he had performed this exact move while he was dating Quinn. I pressed further against the stove, trying to will my hard-on away. This w as not going to look good. "Hey, Dad!" My voice squeaked slightly.

Finn was smoother. "Hi, Mr. Hummel. We're making grilled cheeses and some fancy soup for dinner; do you want me to put some in for you?"

Forget what I had said earlier about Finn not being able to lie. Maybe an outright untruth was hard for him, but he could be pretty evasive when the moment called for it. Had I not known what we had been up to (not to mention the fact that Finn wasn't turning around either), I might have even believed him.

Dad squeezed my shoulder and patted Finn on the back. "No, I already ate at the garage and I don't want to ruin your date. I'm going to watch the game in the other room. Finn, your mother wants you home by 9, so you get plenty of sleep."

"Cool" Finn treated him to a quick thumbs up, smiling happily. Dad smiled back, obviously pleased to be bonding with his girlfriends son, and his son's boyfriend. As he left the room, Finn and I both released huge breaths. He gave the soup a brisk stir. "That could have been really awkward."

"I know." I flipped Finn's sandwich onto a plate before starting on my own. "We have to be more careful."

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest, pulling me back against his body. Soft lips found the back of my neck, and I couldn't help but snuggle into his warmth. "He already knows."

I actually felt myself pale. "He can't possibly, unless you blabbed to him!" My voice was a shocked hiss, mindful that the volume I actually wanted to use would carry into the next room.

Finn's eyes rolled. "Yes, Kurt. Because I wanted to go up to your father and say 'by the way Burt, is it ok if I nail your son tomorrow? I promise I'll let him be on top'. That wouldn't be all creepy or anything. I don't know how he knows, but he does. I could tell by how he looked at me."

Ok, this was not the crisis I was making it out to be. Dad didn't know what we had just done, Finn was just overly paranoid. I twisted around to kiss his chest. "You can not. As far as he knows, we spent the day studying."

He shook his head. "If there's one thing I know, its suspicious parents. He might not be totally sure, especially since he's still letting us be along together out of his sight, but he thinks we did it."

"You're paranoid. Now dish up two bowls and let's eat." I softened my words with a quick kiss on the cheek.

"You're wrong." It was a soft whisper, but he didn't press the issue.

We studied while we ate, with me quizzing Finn on dates for his European History test tomorrow. "Battle of Hastings?"

"1066." He was completely confident, just like he always was when we studied together. But, somehow, he was never able to carry that confidence into the actual test.

"Right. Name of the invader?"

"Uh…Tostig? Dude, wouldn't that be an awesome name for a kid if we had one? Little Tostig."

I had to remember that Finn was the one who wanted to call Quinn's baby 'Drizzle.'. "Maybe. I've always kind of wanted to name my kid something that started with Z." Ok, that was a lie. I had never really considered having children at all, but if I didn't stop Finn right here, the rest of the study session would be lost.

Sure enough, I managed to get him back on track, going over the battle of Hastings, its aftermath, and its effect on the rest of Europe. He had it down cold. "Good job, Finn. Now, are you going to get an A on that test?"

"I know all the answers. I'm ready." He didn't sound very confident, though, and he certainly didn't promise good grades.

"Good." I leaned over and pressed my lips to his cheek. "If you get at least a B, I'll make it very, very worth your while."

Liar. He could get an F and you would still be perfectly happy to make it worth his while. You've become a horny tramp Kurt Hummel. Have I told you lately how much I love you like this?

Luckily, Finn was already excitedly whispering things that he thought would make a good treat, including, but not limited to: blow jobs, ice cream, ice cream with blowjobs, sex, getting to drive my car, sex, a duet in Glee, sex, and, did I mention, sex.

My my, Finn has quite the imagination. I never would have thought of using whipped cream and caramel sauce in that way.

Me either, but it was quite an interesting thought. I was about to tell him that that was the one we were going to go with when Dad's head poked back in. "Boys? If Finn's going to get home by 9, it's time to pack up and leave."

I would be the one giving Finn the ride home, so I got him packed up and in the car. He was mostly well behaved on the ride keeping his hand on my knee and only sliding it up once or twice. He seemed to want to constantly touch me, which was certainly something I wasn't about to discourage. I pulled up as close to the door as I could. "I love you Finn, and I'll see you first thing tomorrow morning."

"Love you, too." The words were automatic, but still heartfelt. "I'll see you."

I waited until he was in the house before turning around and heading home. I was going to have just enough time to get through all of my face routines and into bed to ensure a full 8 hours of sleep. Oh, and I should probably change the sheets before I laid down.

When I pulled up to the house, I noticed that the living room lights were off, which was odd. The game couldn't be over this early, could it? Even if it was, there should have been some stupid after game thing that both Dad and Finn could stare at for hours. The kitchen lights, however, were blazing. My hands broke out in nervous sweat. Please, please let this not be what I thought it was.

My heart thudding with apprehension as I slipped the front door open. If I could only slip downstairs before he knew I was here. I took a chance and broke for the basement door. Salvation was just a few feet away and- "Kurt."

Caught. I turned slowly and gave Dad my most winning smile. "Finn made it home alright, but I'm really tired so I think I'm going to go to bed now. Is that alright?"

"Nice try. Why don't you come to the kitchen so we can have a talk." It wasn't a question, and I had no choice but to nod and slink forward.

Somebody's in trou-ble. The voice in my head was sing-songing. Finn was rye-hight.

There was still a chance whatever Dad wanted to talk about had nothing to do with Finn. A slim, rapidly fading change, but a chance none the less. There were two mugs of warm milk already on the table, another bad sign. I took my seat across from Dad and prayed desperately to any God who may or may not exist and probably wasn't listening even if they did, but could they just help me out this one time, that Dad wasn't going to say what I thought he was.

Dad grabbed his mug and visible steeled himself for what he was about to say. "So, now you're having sex."

Busted.