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Dalton's classes had just finished for the day, and Kurt was walking across the courtyard towards Warbler rehearsal. He was looking in his bag for a book, so he didn't notice someone sneaking up behind him until he was tackled to the ground.
"KURT!"
Kurt shrieked, drawing the attention of all the boys around him, before he realised who it was pinning him down.
"Finn! What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I came to see you!"
"Wha-how?" Kurt asked, confused. "Is someone else here?"
"Er, not exactly," Finn said.
"Wait so you drove on your own?"
"...yes?" Finn said sheepishly.
"Finn! You're not meant to be driving. Mailman, remember?" Finn winced. "And can you let me up? This position isn't exactly comfortable." Kurt started wriggling around, trying to shift Finn's weight off him.
Meanwhile, the other Dalton boys had looked vaguely concerned at Kurt's shriek, but had continued on their way when they had heard the step-brothers chat.
However, when Wes, David and Blaine walked into the courtyard, all they saw was Kurt-Kurt, who had struggled with bullying at McKinley-squirming as a jock in a letterman jacket was...sitting on him?
"Blaine!" Exclaimed Wes in shock.
"We need to help," replied Blaine. Then they were sprinting across the courtyard, and David and Wes tackled Finn off Kurt, while Blaine helped Kurt up.
Wes was about to punch Finn in the nose, when Kurt intervened.
"Woah, woah, chill guys."
"But, Kurt, he was pinning you down..." Said Blaine uncertainly.
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"This is my oaf of a step-brother, Finn."
"Hey!" Exclaimed Finn.
"We thought he was going to hit you or something." Interjected Wes.
"He's my stepbrother, he would never hit me." Said Kurt.
"Mmm, no, not anymore," said Finn, before backing away as three-no make that four-pairs of eyes turned on him angrily.
"Finn!" Kurt hissed. "Not helping!"
"What?" Asked Finn.
Kurt looked at the other Warblers, before pulling Finn a short way away from the group of three.
"Finn, they know I was bullied at my old school by a bunch of moronic jocks, and they walk into the courtyard to see you, a tall football player in a letterman jacket, sitting on top of me. I'm trying to get them to like you, but you need to act like a responsible, caring, sensitive person. Think you can do that?"
"...Sure..."
"Good," said Kurt, before dragging him back to the group, who had been talking quietly and sending worried looks in their direction.
"Now, Finn, it has been lovely to see you, but-wait a minute. It takes ages to drive to Westerville, and to get here at this time, you must have had to skip classes." Said Kurt, looking sternly at Finn.
"Uh.." Said Finn, looking around for something to help him.
"Because I have Warbler practice now, so it was a wasted trip."
"Finn could sit in on practice if he wanted," said David. "We're not discussing Regionals today."
"Yeah!" Agreed Finn enthusiastically.
"No." Said Kurt flatly. "There is no way Finn is coming to practice."
Five minutes later, Finn was sitting on a couch, watching the Warblers.
After a while though, he got bored. He started to look around the room, and caught sight of a drum set hidden in the corner. It didn't look like it had ever been used.
Finn grinned.
The first verse of 'Uptown Girl' was interrupted by the drums being played loudly.
Kurt's head whipped around, and his eyes darkened when he saw Finn playing the drums. The other Warblers stopped singing.
"No, don't stop. I was just accompanying." Finn said, before wilting under the bitch stare Kurt was giving him.
"Finn," Kurt said in a controlled voice. "This is an a cappella group. We don't have accompaniment. That's the point."
"Yeah, but it sounded really cool then."
"Finn."
"Yeah?"
"This is Warbler rehearsal. I said you could watch quietly. That is not quiet!"
"Yeah but-"
"Behave!"
"Kurt-"
"Do I have to confiscate your drum sticks?"
"...No," said Finn sullenly.
"Good." Kurt turned back to the group, apologising.
They had barely started another song, when Finn interrupted again.
"No, dude, you should totally come down here. It's like gay Hogwarts."
"Now what are you doing?" Asked Kurt disbelievingly.
"Calling Puck."
"No!" Kurt all but screamed, snatching the phone off Finn.
"Puckerman, I swear to holy Grilled Cheesus,-" The Warblers exchanged confused looks at this. "I swear I will shave off your mohawk."
The Warblers could only hear one side of the conversation, and from what they could hear, it was a very odd conversation.
"I don't care! You shouldn't be driving on the phone! You could crash...no, remember the last time you crashed? You went to juvie!...I don't care if you were trying to steal an ATM!"
The Warblers exchanged alarmed glances at this.
"Ok, Finn, I think it's time you went home." Said Kurt, handing Finn's phone back to him. "I'm coming home at the weekend anyway."
"Fine. Have fun with your Garglers-"
"Warblers."
"Whatever." Finn gave Kurt a bone-crushing hug, before releasing him and ruffling his hair.
Kurt scowled at Finn's retreating figure, and turned back to the Warblers, fixing his hair.
"Sorry about my brother. Where were we?"
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