There he was, Finn Hudson, about to kiss none other then Kurt Hummel. Finn didn't know what he was thinking, because it didn't seem like he wasn't thinking anything at all.

Sure, Finn knew about Kurt's crush on him, but this seemed so sudden. Maybe it was the painkillers he'd been given for his leg, but Finn couldn't think of any reason not to kiss Kurt.

Finn could feel Kurt's breath on his, taste it. It tasted like.. Mint. Probably from his toothpaste, Finn decided. Then Kurt did something he didn't expect, he pulled away, and there was suddenly something soft and fuzzy in his hands.

Finn looked down at what Kurt had reached over to get then hand him. A teddy bear. Finn couldn't help but stare at it with his mouth hanging open. It wasn't that he was shocked that Kurt had gotten him a teddy bear, it was that he thought Kurt had been about kiss him, and he was about to kiss him back. Finn blamed it on the painkillers.

"Thanks, Kurt. It's.. uh, neat."

"No problem."

"Thanks for unfluffing my pillows."

Kurt laughed, Finn assumed it was because he sounded like an idiot when he said that. Finn sighed, feeling stupid, like he always did when he was with... Anyone. But Finn got the feeling that Kurt knew he was stupid.

Kurt went back to his magazine, and Finn went back to his T.V. before his mother showed up, running over to his side, hugging him and kissing his cheek. Finn rubbed the lipstick off his cheek. "Hey mom..." Why was he so embaressed about this? Kurt wasn't paying the attention, standing up and putting the magazine down.

"Thanks for watching him."

Kurt smiled warmly. "It's no problem, really."

They hugged, while Finn sat in the hospital bed awkwardly. He sat Kurt reach to his bag before his mom stopped him.

"Wait, Kurt. Finn is going to get discharged soon, want us to drive you to pick up you car?"

Kurt had his phone out, probably to call Mercedes, and just stared at it, then looked up at Finn's mom, smiling. "Sure, I'd like that."

Finn noticed that Kurt was not looking at him now. Maybe Kurt had been thinking about the same thing Finn was when they were that close.. Finn shook his head, shaking the thought from his mind. "I'm taking a nap, you guys..."

Kurt nodded, as did his mother, and Finn turned the T.V. on mute before he close his eyes, feeling someone who smelled a lot like coconut pull the covers up.

He woke up, blinking rapidly. He was in the hospital room, but his mom and Kurt were no longer there, and his leg wasn't in a cast. Finn raised on eyebrow. "Mom?" He cleared his throat and called in a softer tone. "Kurt?"

He swung his feet onto the cold floor, and stood up. It was all quiet, like no one was around. He walked smoothly over to the door, and peeked out. The nurses desk across the hall was empty, and Finn stepped out of the room, and looked to his left. Nothing. Then he looked to his right, nothi- holy shit Kurt was in black leather pants, shirtless, black boots, and had a whip. "Hey, Finny." Kurt had a smirk on his face as he cracked the whip.

Finn stared, his mouth hanging open. He raised his hand and waved. "H-hiii.." All of a sudden Finn was in a chair, the lights were dimed, and there were two spotlights, one on Kurt, and one on him.

"So hot out the box, can we pick up the pace?"

Finn realized he was singing, and not asking a question, which he was about to say yes to.

"Turn it up, heat it up." Kurt cracked the whip again, and Finn realized he had goosebumps. "I need to be entertained."

Finn watched as Kurt started to do all this sexy dance moves, Finn's mouth hanging open.

"Push the limit, are you with it? Baby, don't be afraid. Imma hurt you real good baby."

Finn wanted Kurt to hurt him. Finn willed himself to move, to get out of the chair because he wasn't gay, and Kurt wasn't hot, and he didn't want to rip off his black leather pants and make him scream. Though those were the things running through Finn's mind at the time.

"OH! Do you know what you got into?" No.

"Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?" No.

" 'Cause it's about to get rough for you." Oh god, MAIL MAIL MAIL.

"I'm here for you're entertainment!" Finn closed his eyes as Kurt cracked the whip again and began coming at him, looking very sexy.

"Finn? Finn, wake up sweetie."

Finn blinked, looking around. His mother was standing above him smiling and Kurt was reading some new magazine that had Taylor Swift on the cover, not wearing black leather pants and wearing a shirt. Thank god.

Finn looked up at his mom, blushing bright red as he tried to hide his little problem that was raising, okay so it already rose, under the sheets.

Finn was trying to decide if that was a nightmare or a really hot dream.