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Kurt recognized that strange sparkle in the eyes of the star of Vocal Adrenaline: lust. The young man's heartbeat went faster.

"And just what do you mean by that?"

"You know exactly what I mean," Jesse answered, leaning even closer. Their foreheads were almost touching. "I'm gay."

They looked into each other's blue eyes. Kurt could feel the electricity between them. Jesse then touched Kurt's hips with both of his hands.

"I'm gay, and I want you. Right here, right now."

He then passionately and hungrily kissed Kurt's mouth, lowering his hands on the shorter young man's butt. Jesse's lips were hard and soft and Kurt let out a moan when he started kissing his neck.

"Oh, Jesse…"

Kurt…

"Jesse…"

Kurt!

"Ooooh…"

KURT!

He finally woke up. It had only been a dream, but it had felt so real. He could literally taste Jesse's lips on his own. After a few more seconds, he realized that Finn was looking at him from his bed. He moved his blanket to hide the fact that he had a hard-on, and looked back at Finn, who seemed downright horrified.

"What? Did I wake you up?"

"Dude…" Finn uttered, "…why the hell did you say 'Jesse' in your sleep?"

Kurt's face went bright red. "Did I? How ridiculous. You must have misheard."

"I'm not stupid, Kurt. What the hell, man? You're hot for him or something?"

"I beg your pardon?" Kurt asked, offended. "I will not have this conversation with you, Finn. Go back to sleep."

"Fine, dude, whatever."

Finn turned his back to Kurt and went back to sleep, leaving the other boy slightly ashamed and very confused.

The next morning, as Kurt was taking his breakfast, his dad came up to him.

"Kurt, I could really use some help at the auto shop today, do you think you could lend a hand?"

"Well, actually…" Kurt replied, "I was planning on going shopping with Quinn and Mercedes."

"Didn't you go shopping yesterday?"

Kurt stared blankly at his father. "…And your point is…?"

Mr. Hummel sighed. "Never mind. Please, son… If you postpone your shopping, I'll give you some extra money."

The young man chuckled. "I don't need a candy, dad. I'll help you anyway. Let me just call Mercedes."

When the Hummel men got to the auto shop, Kurt had to admit that it was indeed pretty busy that day. Throughout the years he had learned quite a few things from his dad about cars, and was able to perform minor fixes and maintenance. He actually enjoyed it; it kept him in touch with the masculine side of his personality, and it was much more interesting than sports.

Kurt had been working for a few hours when a black Range Rover parked on the side of the street. His eyes grew wider and wider as Jesse St. James was walking towards him through the open garage door. Luckily, Kurt's dad was in the office room finalizing a transaction with a customer.

"Jesse!" Kurt managed to mumble.

"Hello, Kurt." Jesse flashed the shorter teenager a dazzling smile.

"W-what are you doing here?"

"I need to have my brakes checked."

"Oh…" The disappointment was obvious in Kurt's voice.

Jesse started to laugh. "I'm kidding. I wanted to talk, or rather… apologize to you."

"Apologize for what?"

"For coming out to you so bluntly yesterday. It was out of the blue."

Kurt chuckled. "That's the least you could say."

In a very un-Jesse-like manner, the taller teenager blushed. "Yeah, well… there was motive behind my confession."

They looked intently into each other's eyes. "I'm listening." Kurt finally said.

Jesse took a deep breath. "All the time that I was a member of your glee club, all the time that I was Rachel's boyfriend… I was actually interested in someone else: you. I've never met someone quite like you. I wanted to tell you that so badly, but I still had to pretend to be in love with Rachel, and you deserved better than a faux-straight boy. When I saw you yesterday, I knew it was time to come clean and tell you that I really, really like you, Kurt."

Kurt was in shock. For years he had made up romantic scenarios in his head (which mostly involved Finn), but he had almost lost hope that such a thing would ever happen to him during his teenage years. And there stood Jesse St. James, a hot senior who was telling him that he liked him!

Kurt had to focus very hard to manage to speak coherently. "You-you like… me?"

Jesse chuckled, his face going even redder. "Yes, I do. And… I'd like to ask you if you'd like to go out with me…?"

"YES!" The word had escaped Kurt's lips almost instantly. The fact that Jesse was evil no longer mattered at all.

The smile that spread on Jesse's face was one of the most beautiful things Kurt had ever seen. That boy definitely had a gorgeous smile, and right now he seemed genuinely ecstatic.

"Excellent!" Jesse replied. "How does Friday night sounds?"

"It sounds perfect!" Kurt answered, trying his best to get a hold of himself and stop acting like a 13-year-old girl.

"Awesome! I'll be here at 8. Now…" Jesse then said, a cheeky look in his eyes. "We only have one little problem."

Kurt suddenly became worried. "What is it?"

"Being a proper gentleman, I would now pick up your hand and kiss it. But unfortunately, it is covered in grease. I guess there is only one solution…"

Jesse put his own hand on Kurt's shoulder, and planted a smooch on the shorter teenager's soft cheek. "See you on Friday, Kurt Hummel."

As Jesse left, Kurt didn't even realize he was putting grease on his face as he touched the spot where the handsome young man had kissed him. He could still feel the electricity.

As soon as Kurt was back in the house, he called Mercedes.

"You are not going to believe what happened to me today!" Kurt announced excitedly as a greeting.

Mercedes laughed. "You spent the day working on cars with your dad, what could have possibly happened?"

"Jesse came to see me."

"I told that idiot to stay away from you! I'm gonna kill him!" the girl angrily said.

"Your concern is really touching, but please don't kick his ass. I'd like for him to remain healthy, since I am actually going on a date with him on Friday."

"You… going on a date with Jesse St. James?"

"Yes!" Mercedes could almost hear Kurt's huge grin.

"How can you trust him? He lied to us all and he beat us at Regionals! He's a total jerk! You deserve so much better than that!"

Kurt was now walking down the stairs leading to his bedroom.

"Maybe, 'cedes, but… holy shimmer."

When Kurt reached the last step, he was struck by a vision of horror. Finn and Rachel. Making out. In his bedroom. When they realized they were no longer alone, they pulled away from each other and stared awkwardly at the newcomer, sitting on Finn's bed with tousled hair.

"Something came up. I'll call you back later."

Kurt didn't wait for Mercedes' answer and hung up. He walked past the two other teenagers, glaring at them with slight disdain before lying down on his own bed. He then flipped open his copy of the latest Cosmo and started reading. It wasn't that Kurt still had romantic feelings for the other boy, because he really didn't. But seeing them sucking face like there was no tomorrow in his own bedroom bugged him to no end.

"Uhm… Kurt? We kinda wanted to be alone here…" Finn explained, looking positively embarrassed.

Kurt didn't even look up from his magazine. "This basement was my sanctuary long before you even stepped in this house, Finn. So I'm sorry, but I have priority here. You two will have to engage in heterosexual intercourse somewhere else."

"Dude, that is so not cool!" Finn said, looking outraged. Rachel remained silent, ashamed. She knew she could give Kurt a run for his money if she pulled the diva attitude, but she knew better than doing so in his own house.

"Forget it, Finn. We can go to my house." Rachel finally said.

"There! Problem solved." Kurt replied, eyes still glued to the magazine.

Finn shot him a resentful look, and followed his girlfriend upstairs.

Much to his surprise, Kurt wasn't feeling so proud of himself when he heard the front door slam shut.