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When Finn came back home that night, Kurt was already in bed, but he wasn't sleeping. He was feeling guilty for his reaction, and had waited for the opportunity to apologize.

"Finn?" Kurt asked, breaking the silence of the darkened room.

After a few awkward seconds, Finn answered. "…Yeah?"

"I'm really sorry for the way I reacted this afternoon. I was out of line. I'm still not totally used to sharing this bedroom with you, and… it just kind of shocked me to see you and Rachel here together. But it's now your room as well, and you can do whatever you want. Things are good between us now, and I don't want to ruin our friendship. So… once again, I'm sorry."

Kurt heard Finn sigh. "Okay."

The shorter boy stretched his arm to turn his bedside lamp on. He could now see that Finn was sitting on his own bed, and was looking at him.

"Okay? Does it mean that you forgive me?"

Finn smiled slightly. "Of course I forgive you. But let me make something clear."

Kurt sat up. "What is it?"

"Rachel and I weren't about to have sex, dude! We were just making out. I respect you way too much to do that here. I'm not even angry that you basically threw us out, because I understand your reasons. I just kind of feel insulted that you believed I would do it in our bedroom." Finn suddenly stared at the floor. "But then again… I haven't always been exactly respectful to you… so…"

Kurt immediately knew what the other boy was referring to. "Finn, please stop beating yourself up for that. You're a good guy, and a good friend. You prove it to me every time you show me how much you regret that sad episode. I screwed up today, so… wanna call it even?"

"Well… what you did really isn't a big deal compared to what I said to you, but… if you're the one suggesting it, then.. yeah, I'd love that."

"Great!" Kurt replied.

They both felt relieved. "So… friends again?" Finn asked, getting up to stand in front of Kurt.

The fashionable teen stood up as well. "More than ever." He was expecting a manly handshake or something of the sort, and was quite shocked when Finn gave him a big hug. He squeezed the jock back, extremely happy with this outcome.

Friday just couldn't come early enough for Kurt. He was tremendously excited about his date with Jesse, even though Mercedes still wasn't convinced of the young man's good intentions. "Just don't trust him too easily, ok? Let him earn it." And even though he was thrilled about the date, he knew Mercedes was right. Jesse had literally tricked Rachel into falling in love with him, so how could he be sure that he wasn't trying to do the same to him? What he did know was that he couldn't tell Finn about Jesse. Even though the jock was now basically his best friend, except of course Mercedes, there was no way he would be happy that Kurt was seeing his girlfriend's ex.

When the big day finally arrived, it took him a good two hours to figure out what to wear. He settled on a pair of dark skinny designer jeans, a revealing black shirt and some Louis Vuitton shoes. He knew he was showing off by dressing so tightly, but it made him all the more confident.

At exactly 8 o'clock, he heard the doorbell ring. Luckily, he was alone; his dad and Carole were out on a date of their own, and Finn was at Rachel's. Kurt opened the front door to greet Jesse. He couldn't mutter a single word, however, because he was blown away by Jesse's stunningly good looks. The star of Vocal Adrenaline was wearing dark striped pants, a white dress shirt, an argyle sweater and rich-looking black leather shoes.

"Good evening, Mr. Hummel. You look gorgeous."

"Why, thank you, Mr. St. James. You look very handsome too. Very… British."

Jesse laughed. "My mother was born in London, so that might explain my love of argyle. It can be beautiful when well-dosed."

"I couldn't agree more."

They stared at each other, marveled by each other's handsomeness. Jesse then offered his hand to the shorter young man. "Shall we?"

Kurt couldn't help but grin widely as he took Jesse's hand and they walked to the black Range Rover. Always the gentleman, Jesse opened the passenger door for Kurt before getting in the vehicle from the driver's side.

"I made a reservation at an Italian restaurant. It's right across the street from Carmel High. Do you know which one I'm talking about?"

Of course he did, it was one of the most classy and expensive restaurants in Lima! Kurt thought this date was already going extremely well. "Yes, I have heard of it" he simply answered.

Jesse turned the engine on, and off they were.

"Have you told anyone about our date?" Jesse asked.

"Only Mercedes. And she wants to beat you up."

"Ha! I can't really blame her. I'm aware that my history with your glee club could be held against me, but I'm really glad that you agreed to go out with me. I swear my intentions are pure."

"Not too pure, I dare hope." Kurt said with a cheeky smirk.

"That, my dear, is up to you."

It suddenly got very hot in that vehicle, Kurt told himself as the two boys exchanged a lust-filled glance.

"I thought you were a gentleman, Mr. St. James."

"I am a gentleman, but it is impossible not to get a little aroused when you dress like that. You sure know how to show off your body."

"I'm sorry; next time I'll wear baggy clothes just for you."

"I absolutely forbid you! Although I'm sure you could wear a potato sack and still look stunning."

"That is not something I intend to try, but thank you nonetheless."

They remained silent until they reached the restaurant's parking lot. It was not an uncomfortable silence, far from it. Both boys were simply enjoying the bliss of each other's company.

Once again, Jesse opened the door for Kurt and held his hand. Kurt couldn't believe how well-mannered he was, which was a huge contrast compared to all the morons at McKinley.

Inside the restaurant, they were greeted by the maitre d', a tall bald man wearing a suit.

"Jesse St. James. I made a reservation for a table for two."

"Of course" the man replied after checking the register. "Please follow me."

They followed him to a candle-lit table in a quiet corner of the restaurant. Kurt thought the setting looked extremely romantic.

The bald maitre d' left and was soon replaced by a pretty brunette waitress. "Good evening, my name is Gretchen and I will be your waitress tonight. Would you like to start with red wine?" the young woman asked them. She was practically undressing Jesse with her eyes, which had Kurt frowning.

Jesse didn't even look at her, eyes locked on his date. "It sounds very tempting, but unfortunately, my date and I are both underage. We'll have a bottle of San Pellegrino, please. Is that okay with you, dear?"

Kurt flashed the waitress a victorious smile. "Excellent idea, Mr. St. James."

"Of course. I'm sorry." The waitress quickly left, a sheepish look on her face.

They looked at the menus for a few moments until they both decided what to eat. "So…" Kurt then said, looking straight into Jesse's blue eyes. "Tell me more about yourself. Tell me all about the famous Jesse St. James."

Jesse chuckled. "My reputation is overrated, really. And my life isn't that exciting. I live with my parents, or I should say, I live in my parents' empty house. They travel all the time. My father, Oliver, is a journalist. He met my mother Susan in London twenty years ago when he covered a West End production she starred in. My mom's an actress; she doesn't work anymore, though. She just follows my father. That's probably why my success is so important to them, and especially to her."

Kurt noticed a hint of sadness in Jesse's voice. "So you're all by yourself, all the time?"

"More or less. I could live with my uncle if I wanted, but I'm used to being alone. It suits me just fine most of the time… and when it doesn't, I pay him a visit. That's what I did back when I went to your school. Uncle Joe lives a few blocks away from McKinley High."

"Yes, I remember Mr. Schuester mentioning it."

Gretchen the waitress arrived with the bottle of sparkling water. "Are you ready to order?"

"Indeed. I'll have the three-cheese lasagna, with a garden salad, please." Jesse then winked at Kurt. "It's my favorite."

The waitress wrote it down on her pad, and then looked at Kurt.

"I'll have the rigatoni with the tomato and basil sauce, and a garden salad as well, please.

"Perfect!" the waitress concluded. She picked up the menus and looked longingly at Jesse, and then she left.

"That girl wants you so bad!" Kurt said.

"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed. See, I only have eyes for you." Jesse answered before kissing Kurt's hand.

"You're very sweet, Mr. St. James."

"I do my best. But what about you, Mr. Hummel? I don't know that much about you, besides the fact that you are gorgeous and that you sing beautifully."

Kurt blushed. "Well… My dad, Burt, is a mechanic, but you already know that. My mother, Kate, died when I was eight."

Jesse took Kurt's hand and squeezed it a bit. "I am very sorry to hear that."

Kurt smiled shyly. "Thank you. My dad is now in a relationship with Finn's mom, Carole. And I wouldn't be surprised if within a year, Finn officially becomes my step-brother."

Jesse frowned. "Uhm. Well… I hope he won't mind us being together… Though I highly doubt it…"

Kurt couldn't help but finish Jesse's sentence. "…After what happened with Rachel?"

"Precisely."

"Don't worry about it. It's none of his business."

Jesse's face lit up. At the same moment, Gretchen the waitress was back with their plates. Once again, she flashed Jesse a smile. "Bon appétit!"

Get lost! Kurt mentally shot back at her.

Jesse carefully cut a piece of lasagna and slowly, with spontaneous sensuality, brought his fork to his mouth, eyes closed. Kurt couldn't get his eyes off his wet lips. "Mmm… this is just so good."

He opened his eyes and blushed a bit. "Sorry, I just really like the lasagna in this restaurant."

"I can see that…" Kurt answered, still kind of awestruck.

"Would you like a bite?" Jesse innocently asked.

"Sure."

Kurt lifted his fork, but Jesse gently put his hand on his arm to stop him. "Please, allow me."

He took a piece with his own fork, and lifted it all the way to Kurt's waiting mouth. Their eyes locked as Kurt enjoyed the lasagna, which was indeed excellent.

They ate in silence for a moment, and then resumed their conversation.

"There is a question I'd like to ask you…" Kurt said.

"Go ahead."

"Well… when you told me you were gay, I have to say that it was quite a surprise. I mean, as far as all the students at McKinley High know, you are straight. So…"

"You want to know if I'm out and proud."

"Yes, exactly."

Jesse smiled. "I'm out to the people who count: my family, Ms. Corcoran and all of my fellow members in Vocal Adrenaline. I don't hide who I am from the rest of the world; I just don't feel the need to shout it out loud."

"So everyone accepted you in Vocal Adrenaline?"

"Kurt, except Danny and Craig, though I have doubts about the latter, all the guys in Vocal Adrenaline are gay. It's show choir, dear. I'm actually really surprised that you are the only gay in your glee club."

Kurt couldn't hide his surprise. "I guess you must have had a lot of experience, then…"

"Not really, no. I'm a romantic, and I only go for serious relationships. I have had only one boyfriend in my life, and it was quite a while ago. Some of the boys in my glee club are real sluts, though. I'm a gentleman, remember?" They both laughed.

"Your question was more than legitimate. I know I had to pose as a straight man for a while, so you may still have doubts about me, and I don't blame you. But I assure you, I am gay. My relationship with Rachel Berry was only acting on my part. I'm not proud of it, but I don't regret it."

"Why is that?"

"Because I did it for Ms. Corcoran. After all she has done for me, and for the team, it was the least I could do. I owe her a lot. I wouldn't be where I am today without her."

Kurt chuckled. "I'm not sure I'd do the same for Mr. Schue."

"Mr. Schuester is way too nice, he would never ask such a thing from one of his kids. But Ms. Corcoran can be quite devious, believe me."

They laughed, and then Jesse became serious again. "I really like you, Kurt, more than anyone I've met before. And if you still have doubts, try asking Rachel about me. You'll realize that she doesn't know that much about my life, because I've never told her anything. You already know more about me than she ever did, because I really do care about you. I want you to know me. I trust you."

Kurt could see the devotion in Jesse's eyes, and at this moment, all the lingering doubts vanished from his mind. He took the taller boy's hand and caressed it. "I believe you."

The date went smoothly, like in a dream. Kurt was in a blissful daze as Jesse walked him to the door after driving him home.

"I've had a wonderful time, Mr. St. James."

"Me too, Mr. Hummel."

They stared intently at each other. "May I have a goodnight kiss?" Jesse whispered.

Kurt put his hand on Jesse's shoulder. "You may."

Jesse cupped the shorter young man's cheek. Their faces grew slowly closer until their lips met, and the boys shared a kiss that was sweeter and more romantic than anything Kurt had ever imagined.

This perfect moment, the best of Kurt's life, was suddenly brought to an abrupt halt when the front door slammed open. They quickly pulled away from each other and saw Finn, standing on the porch, looking furious.

"What the fuck is this?" Finn shouted.

"Language, Finn! And seriously, what do you think it is?"

Finn didn't even pay attention to Kurt. "Keep your fucking hands off Kurt, St. James!"

He took a step towards Jesse, but Kurt stopped him, putting a hand on the taller boy's chest. "You calm the heck down, Finn! You're being ridiculous!"

"How can you seriously like this guy? He's an asshole!" Finn told Kurt, almost yelling at him.

"Hey, you have no right to say that! Rachel's a stuck-up bitch, but do I ever bug you about it?"

"It's not the same thing! You KNOW what he did to her!"

"Yes, I do. And you know what? I don't care! Jesse is very nice, and we are dating! He makes me happy! I deserve to be happy, Finn Hudson! So MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!"

Kurt had literally screamed the last sentences, and then ran inside of the house, ashamed of the tears that were pouring down his cheeks. Outside, Finn pointed his finger at Jesse, who was walking back to his car.

"Stay away from Kurt, St. James."

"That is not yours to decide, Hudson." Jesse answered as he opened the door.

"Oh yeah? Try me."