Finn POV
I wake up early today. It's not like I set my alarm clock or anything; my mind just suddenly got an adrenaline rush or something and decided it was time to wake up. Kurt was the first thought that came to mind. I am definitely losing a grip on myself. For the past few weeks, he was just a recurring thought that appeared just enough to make me realize that I'm totally into him. Not just dudes in general. Only Kurt. But since getting the truth out in the open, it's like he's constantly with me, in my head, confusing me. It's been five days since then and my whole world is a'spinnin.
We've been hanging out a lot—at lunch, after school, between classes—pretty much whenever we saw each other, we didn't part until we absolutely had to. Honestly, this week has been heaven. I know his wonderful mind like the back of my hand, he lets me spill my heart to him, and there's a lot to spill. I was surprised to find how relieving it could be. I used to think it was just a chick thing to talk like that, but it really feels great.
I decide to drop in on him before school. What more perfect way to start off my Friday? My mother smiles to me as I'm in a hurry to leave. She doesn't ask why I've been so happy lately—she just enjoys seeing me this way. She's got to be the coolest mom ever…I'll have to tell her that someday. But if I want more than just a few moments with Kurt, I need to hurry.
His dad answers the door when I arrive at his house. I honestly hadn't been expecting that. He narrows his eyes at me, looking me up and down in a quick evaluation. Then he rolls his eyes and smiles in a friendly way before letting me in. I'll have to ask Kurt later…Kurt…I quickly make my way to his basement bedroom which, I think, is pretty awesome since it's three times as big as mine.
As I bound down the stairs, I see Kurt and my heart beats so fast, its hum is nearly silent. He's leaning over the sink, splashing water all over. I quietly sneak towards him, tiptoeing silently across the carpeted floor. Then he shuts off the water and stands up to his full height. Spying me in the mirror, he whirls around and we both stop moving. I'm star struck…
He's glistening…glowing. His face is sparkling with the water that clings to his pale skin and rosy cheeks. His hair is wet as well and messy in an incredibly sexy way. The water runs down his chin, soaking into his grey tee shirt. He smiles at me, running a hand through his hair so that it's smoothed back and I take a step away.
"Hey, Finn," he says merrily. Then he notices my almost frightened expression which I can barely feel because everything is numb. "Is something wrong?"
"No…" I whisper breathlessly. "Yes. Oh God, Kurt, you're perfect…"
Kurt's delicate skin flushes bright red and his eyes flutter a few times. I drop my backpack and take a few steps towards him. He remains still, staring up at me innocently as though he doesn't know exactly what he's doing to me and I have to show him otherwise my heart is gonna explode. I cradle his soaking wet face in my hands, daring the universe to try to stop me now.
Kurt POV
Finn is making me nervous, just staring at me like he's seen a ghost. I'm slightly reassured as he steps closer. It's been hours since our last hug and I miss his embrace. I miss that musky scent and comforting warmth. But instead of reaching for me like he usually does, he places both his hands on my cold cheeks, holding my face firmly in his grasp and I realize what's going on. I'm paralyzed as he leans closer, my lungs refusing to acknowledge that I'm not breathing.
Then his lips are on mine. This first kiss is so perfect, my heart soars and my soul screams, demanding more of this sweet aphrodisiac. But for the life of me, my arms refuse to move. So I bask in the moment of feeling Finn closer to me than ever before. His lips are so soft and firm, telling me exactly what he feels though no words are spoken. They press deeper and my lips part willingly for him. My arms suddenly wake up and wrap themselves around his neck, pulling his body closer to me. His own arms are around my waist and they hold us together, the heat of his broad chest warming me, his wonderful scent enveloping me, and his kiss singing…all to me.
We finally part and our lungs gasp for air. Apparently, he hadn't taken a breath either. But neither of us move any more than that. The only space between us is the breathing which is heavy and strained.
"Wow…" he whispers.
"No," I moan pettily. "Please no…no talking. Don't stop."
Finn obediently kisses me again, this time lifting my body into the air. Then I feel my bed against my back, barely registering how gravity has changed and his body is pressing me further into the mattress. When our lips have to part again for air, he kisses along my cheeks and jaws, down my neck, never ending the sweet waves of static that crash through my veins. His hands explore my small chest all over, skimming me like water. If this separation were meant for air, we failed because I can't breathe.
Then my Madonna ringtone sounds and we both come to a halt. I could cry; the thought of stopping is so devastating.
"It's time to leave," I murmur, running my thin fingers along his red lips and flushed cheeks. "I don't want to…"
He smiles at me, but I can see it in his eyes that he shares my pain. He kisses me again, light and sweet, before standing up and pulling me to my feet.
"We'll find time, I promise," he whispers against my ear.
"How am I ever supposed to focus on stupid Spanish class when I have this memory to distract me?" I laugh once, trying to mask my sorrow.
Finn drives me to school and the whole time we're in silence. Neither of us had to say anything to know that the other was thinking about it. We parked in the school lot as everyone was rushing to avoid tardiness. I was about to join in on that since we were going to be late in just a few minutes, but Finn pulled me back for one last kiss. We were late, but I had fresh memories to keep me company the rest of the day.
At one point, I found myself doting on the picture I had taped to my locker door of the whole Glee club, but I was only staring at one. My locker door suddenly slammed shut, revealing Mercedes who already had her eyes narrowed at me. I prepare myself to weather out her storm of questions I know she has. I know that if she wants an answer from me, she'll be very persistent. That's one thing she and Rachel have in common.
"Hello Mercedes," I say lightly, walking towards my next class.
"Kurt, hold up," she says, keeping step beside me. "What's been going on with you this week? You just seem really happy. What's up?"
"Is it really such an apocalypse that I'm in a good mood?" I ask, rolling my eyes. I'm proud of myself for keeping my voice smooth. "Besides, I used some new product on my face this morning. Does it make my face glow that much?"
"No, it's not that," she says suspiciously, frowning at me. "Nice product, though. Really, what is it? Did Mr. Schue give you a solo or something?"
"Still pending between me and Tina," I say exasperatedly. "Maybe I'm just excited for the rally today."
"Oh, I am so nervous!" she exclaims, eyes wide and shining. I knew that would be the perfect distraction. "Glee is gonna be so mad at us!"
"Just think, Mercedes," I tell her with a smile. "Stars!"
Finn suddenly rounds the corner of the hallway we happen to be walking down and his face lights up as he sees me. As he passes by, he reaches one hand out to lightly rest on my far shoulder. That arm suddenly heats up like fire and my eyes flutter shut for the sake of not rolling them back in my head. Finn's hand smokes across my chest as he continues walking, lightly brushing my throat as he does. I obediently follow the motion and turn to watch him as he walks away from me with a new spring in his step.
"Oh…my…" Mercedes whispers. I turn to her and see the astonishment on her face. Her hand is covering her gaping mouth.
"Oh please," I say, trying to turn the moment into a laugh. I begin to walk back towards where we had been heading in the first place. "You know I'm irresistible."
"When did this happen?" she demands, hurrying to remain on my heels.
"Very recently," I say. "I'm still not sure exactly what we are, so I'd appreciate it if you keep this on the down low until we do."
"Fine, fine," she says, waving a dismissive hand. "But you have to tell me something!"
"This morning was our first kiss," I sigh, smiling blissfully. "It was like vitamin D met ecstasy."
Mercedes squealed excitedly and clapped her hands. "Oh my gosh, I am so happy for you!"
"I just hope that this puppy love stage never ends."
Finn POV
I honestly thought this part would be easier, waiting in anticipation until the next time I could be alone with Kurt so we could just be together again, especially with our new development. But at lunch, a lot of the Glee kids were practicing in the choir room which is where we usually hang out. Schue doesn't mind as long as the piano is in use during those times. But I had really been looking forward to being alone with Kurt. So I dully go about the last two classes, following the shortened schedule because the students are all herded into the gym for the rally. I look all around for Kurt as I sit with the other Glee kids, but I can't find him. I wait nervously, hoping my boy didn't get lost in the crowd.
Principal Figgins begins his usual speech of "respect your school because we don't have enough money to pay for repairs" and Kurt still isn't here. Then he introduces the Cheerio squad, but I'm not paying attention. My eyes are scanning the crowd. Then I hear the voice and my eyes swivel down to look at the squad.
Kurt and Mercedes…in Cheerios uniforms. Singing for them. Kurt looks like a rock star and a diva, belting that wonderfully high pitched voice. I can't help feeling a little…betrayed. And damn my boy can sing deeper than I've ever heard him sing. I'm fully devoted to Glee and the Cheerios are like our mortal enemies. But not only that, he's singing for them. And wow, he moves his hips like a belly dancer. All those times I sang just for him and he gives it up to a bunch of skinny cheerleaders who couldn't care less about him. His song ends and he's breathing so heavily that he looks like he did this morning before we were interrupted, squirming beneath my touch. Every time I think about him, I Can't Fight This Feeling is the song I hear. But it quickly fades in my head, blocked out by the cheerleaders' loud screaming and cheering.
I stand up and abandon the bleachers at the same time as Mr. Schue, disguised by everybody standing to applaud. He goes off one direction while I head down the hallway. I remain still as the Cheerio squad walks past, towards the locker rooms. Kurt and Mercedes trail them, both lost in conversation. Kurt stops suddenly and tells Mercedes to go ahead. Then he faces me.
"Well?" he asks eagerly, his face adorably nervous like he was five days ago.
"You were wonderful," I say quietly. He beams at me, then his smile fades as he realizes that I'm not reciprocating the happiness. "You didn't tell me."
"I wanted it to be a surprise," he says, confusion clouding his beautiful face. The one I've wanted to kiss all day. It hurts that I can resist so easily right now.
"Mission accomplished," I say, trying not to sound bitter. "We were all surprised."
"Finn…" he says, his confusion quickly turning to worry. "Are you mad at me?"
"No, not mad," I reassure him. "I just…I really wish you would have told me."
I walk back towards the gym, trying to ignore him call my name. I don't know why I'm getting so worked up about this. Kurt's his own person, he's allowed to join the Cheerios if he wants to. But I can't fight that terrible feeling in my gut that feels like I've just watched him make out with somebody else. I must look like such a drama king to him, getting all jealous like that. I want to turn around and run after him, make a big romantic scene and just hope I can get over it, but school is coming to an end and I have a basketball game to get to.
AN: it's always sad to leave off this way, but hey, I got in my two cents in the beginning, so it pretty much evens out. More happiness to ensue, so share the love and review!!