Chapter 3

Finn Hudson walked in the front door of his house, slinging his book bag onto the floor and hanging up his jacket. He'd had a great time at Rachel's - her dads were off doing something, and Finn had taken the opportunity to try and convince her that it was time to let him touch her boob under the bra. She hadn't given in, but it sure had been fun trying. He knew she'd let him eventually, he just had to build a little more trust with her.

He reached into the fridge, looked around, then took a swig of milk out of the carton. His mom or Kurt would have thrown a shit fit if they'd caught him (though he suspected Burt indulged in skipping the glass every now and then), but no one was around. He wondered if maybe Kurt was in the bedroom downstairs, because he couldn't hear the TV or stereo playing.

As he walked towards the opening to the living room, he heard some soft noises. Not sure what it was, he crept quietly closer. He thought he heard some gasps and moans, and hoped like hell it wasn't Burt and his mom making out. Walking in on that once was enough for a lifetime. Then he heard Kurt say "Oh God!" sounding as if he was in pain. Worried that his step-brother might be sick, or maybe hurt, he walked into the living room.

Kurt was in there, all right. But he wasn't alone. His back was up against the arm of the couch, head hanging over the side. There was some big dude on top of him, and it looked like he was gnawing on Kurt's slender neck. For a minute, Finn considered that it might be a zombie, chowing down on him. Perhaps the zombie invasion had actually begun? As impossible as the thought was, it wasn't nearly as impossible as what he saw next.

The guy took his face out of Kurt's neck, put his hand on the back of Kurt's head, and lifted it so they could see each other's faces. Kurt was red-faced, sweaty and completely disheveled. The other guy was…NO FUCKING WAY! Finn blinked several times, sure he must be hallucinating. He hoped Rachel's dads hadn't dropped any Ecstasy into those brownies he'd eaten. Judging by the profile, Dave fucking Karofsky was necking with his gay-as-a-picnic step-brother on the living room couch. Finn was frozen in place, unable to move or say anything.

Just to make it all the more horrifying, Dave spoke. "Does that feel good? Do you like it, Kurt?" he said, panting heavily.

Kurt looked dazedly at Dave, woozy and seeming almost drunk. "Yeah, it does. And I love it." A huge sloppy smile appeared on his face, which was immediately repeated on Dave's face. Finn didn't think his eyes could get much wider, but when Dave pressed his lips to Kurt's and started kissing him vigorously, he thought his eyeballs might actually fall out of his head. Oh God, was that tongue? His mouth pursed into a moue of disgust. Finn suddenly found his voice.

"EWWWWWWWWWWW!"

Kurt jackknifed up into a sitting position, knocking Dave off of him and onto the floor. He immediately scrambled to his feet, while Kurt remained on the couch, looking back and forth between him and Finn. "This isn't what it looks like!" Dave blurted out.

Finn frowned. "You weren't making out with Kurt in our parent's living room?" he asked dryly.

Dave considered for a minute. "Okay, I guess it's exactly what it looks like, then." He smiled crookedly at Finn's astonishment. He walked over to Kurt and kissed the top of his head. "I should probably go. Sorry, Finn." He walked out, and a minute later they heard the click of the front door closing.

Finn stared at Kurt, whose limbs appeared to be as limp as cooked noodles. Kurt raised an eyebrow, fighting a smile. Finn walked over and sat on the coffee table, careful not to let his knees brush against the couch. He opened his mouth to say something, but Kurt interrupted.

"You know, Finn, about that signal. Maybe it's not such a bad idea after all."

The End