Kurt POV
I didn't know Finn would be so upset with me. I had hoped that he would be surprised in a happy-good way, but he was only angry. But I guess it's good reason to be. Mr. Schuester looked just as betrayed as Finn when he confronted Mercedes and me right after the performance. Now I feel guilty and I really don't want premature worry lines on my face…
I stay afterschool for the basketball game along with most of the student body. But a lot of other kids leave and I almost wish I was one of them. Finn looks so distracted during the game and Coach Tanaka is giving him an earful for it. Our team wins in the end and Finn looks genuinely happy as they head towards the locker room. Tanaka has Finn stay behind to help put things away as punishment for messing up in the beginning and I wonder if that's my fault. He goes to the locker room afterwards while everybody is already heading home. I stop at the entrance to the room, hearing only his footsteps on the tile. I feel so nervous again, having no idea how to apologize. I take a deep breath and walk inside.
Finn is only half dressed, still buckling his belt as I walk in. He looks tired and kind of sad as he packs his things into his backpack. I sigh, watching him work, admiring all the muscles on his bare chest. I think I understand why he kissed me this morning. There's water clinging to his skin and that has got to be the sexiest picture I've ever seen. He finally notices me standing there and stops what he's doing.
"Kurt…" he says quietly. "What are you doing here?"
"I…I wanted to apologize," I say, trying to keep my train of thought.
"For what?" he scoffs, continuing what he had been doing beforehand. "I don't know why I got so mad. It's not like I should really mind that you joined the team. I just feel kind of left out, you know?"
"I totally understand," I say quickly. "I'll earn your trust back, I promise. No more secrets or failed surprises, I promise."
"Can we…not?" he asks and I take a step back. Is he really giving up on me so soon? My heart feels like it's going to drop dead from devastation any second. But then my happiness is restored to full power. God, I'm even using his video game terms. "That just sounds like so much work and time and having to sort through so much all over nothing. Can you just be kissing me again?"
I drop all my things and run over to him. He meets me halfway, lifting me off the ground so that I have to lean down to reach his lips. It's just as magical as it was this morning. Hearts beating so quickly, bodies warming each other with such close contact, lips furiously trying to be impossibly closer. He pins me up against the lockers with his chest, forcing all the air to leave my lungs. We finally part for air and just remain still, enjoying the moment.
"Kurt?" Finn whispers against my ear. He leans back to look me in the eyes. "Do you love me?"
"Do you even have to ask?" I say, letting my head rest against the uncomfortably cold lockers. No more lies…it's too much for me to expect him to really be in love with me, and even though I've told myself over and over not to, I can't help being in love with him. He leaves me hanging, not telling me if my feelings are shared by kissing me again, making me forget that I was hoping for an answer.
Finn POV
Glee practice started right after the game. We'd been working on the song Like a Prayer all week and I really like this one, so I was excited when we performed it. Kurt actually admitted it to me once that he thought Rachel's intro was somehow depressing and orgasmic at the same time. I didn't press that discussion. Even though Mr. Schuester was our only audience as we performed, it was still incredible. But I was almost distracted right in the middle of the song and I had to hurry to keep up with the others. Hearing Kurt's high pitched voice singing like an angel of heaven touched me somewhere deep and I just wanted to hear it some more. I think I really am in love with him. I feel kinda bad for not telling him when we were in the locker room, but I really want to say it in a special way. Then again, kissing him makes me feel like an emperor or something, so that was the perfect moment to confess.
After practice, while everybody is packing up to leave, Puck suddenly appears at my side. I'm glad we're not holding grudges against each other anymore. I had missed my best friend.
"So you're gay now?" he asked critically. Maybe I should take that back.
"What?" I say, feigning confusion.
"Dude, you've been staring at Kurt for the last two hours," he pointed out, scoffing. "I hate being sick…I miss so much action. So are you like, full on homo or just teasing him?"
"Neither," I say. "It's not like I'll start hitting on you or anything. It's just Kurt."
"Alright," he shrugs. "I'll be with you on this, but if you pat my ass, I'm gonna have to dumpster you."
"Yeah, sure…" I say with a frown. Puck will never really get it. He's more of a hang out buddy than a share my feelings person like Kurt is.
We both stop at the door as Mr. Schue pushes by us, seeming to be in a hurry for something. I want to wait for Kurt, but Mercedes, Tina, and Britney have him trapped in a conversation. I look to Puck and he merely shrugs at me, smiling mischievously. I roll my eyes, totally able to guess what he's thinking. I walk over to the small group and everybody looks up at me. I suddenly feel very tall.
"Excuse me, ladies," I say politely. "But I'm going to have to take this one from you; he's mine."
Them and everyone else who is still in the choir room watches in astonishment as I hook my fingers through the belt loops of Kurt's jeans and lead him away. Puck only smirks at us as we all leave together.
"If you guys start making out in front of me, somebody's getting a swirly," he says. Kurt looks up at me questioningly. I shrug and hold onto his hand as we walk.
I don't take him home directly after practice. I bring him to my house and park in the driveway right next to Mom's car. I have to take a few deep, steadying breaths.
"Is something wrong?" Kurt asks, concern in his voice.
"Not wrong," I tell him, trying to smile comfortingly. It comes out as more of a blush. "I just don't know how to phrase this…"
"Would you're mother oppose to…this?" he says and I can't help but notice that he lingers on "this."
"No, it's not that," I shrug. "She's actually really cool with anything I do. I just…don't know how to say it."
"I happen to know you have a wonderful way with words," he says, holding onto my hand. I smile, suddenly feeling much better, and get out of the car.
We both walk up to the house and go inside. Everything smells like food because Mom is cooking in the kitchen. I can hear her singing 70's rock songs along with the radio. She looks up and smiles tiredly as we walk in. "Hey, Finn, who's your friend?"
"Mom…this is uh…" Kurt squeezes my hand which was more of a comfort than such a small action should be. "This is Kurt. He's my boyfriend."
"Your…" Mom turns her full attention towards us, her eyes narrowed with confusion. She looks from me to Kurt then back again. I let out a breath of relief when she shrugs lightly and smiles again. She walks over to us and gives Kurt a hug. "Welcome, then! So you're the one he's been happy about all week, huh?"
"Mom, are you really okay with this?" I ask. I know my mom's always been the best, but this just makes her epic!
"It's new," she admits with a shrug. "But I honestly haven't seen you this happy for a really long time, so I'll adjust. But if thing keeps going, you two will consider adoption because I want my grandbabies!"
I look down at Kurt who is blushing up at me and biting his lip. All my worries are suddenly gone, leaving my one track train of thought free to dwell on that lip…Mom insists that Kurt stay for dinner and he's all too eager to accept. Then I drag him up the narrow stair case and into my room.
"She's very nice," Kurt says, sitting down on my bed in that delicate way that he does. I shut my door and turn to smile at him.
"I'm just glad that's over with," I say, feeling like a huge weight been lifted off my shoulders now that there's nobody left to explain to or hide from. Kurt grabs my hand and pulls me over to sit with him.
"I'm really sorry I didn't tell you…" he says quietly, his smile starting to fade.
"Forget it," I say dismissively. "You just caught me off guard with that one…so I guess we're even now. But really, how did Ms. Sylvester convince you and Mercedes to join the team?"
"She seduced us with the idea of how we'd become stars as the only singers on the Cheerios," he shrugs. "Plus, they've got all those connections with some pretty powerful people, so it works out nicely."
"Then you should keep at it," I say, proud of myself for being supportive. "Besides…that uniform frames all your muscles in just the right way…I think I could get used to it."
Kurt rolls his eyes, but he smiles in a thoughtful way. We both talk for a long time, because apparently we've each got a lot to say. But after a while, he excuses himself to the bathroom and I'm left alone, smiling up at my ceiling. He'd only been gone for a few seconds when I hear his Madonna ringtone sound from his bag which is on the floor by the bed. Smiling to myself, I reach down to retrieve it and answer the call. I totally butcher my impersonation of Kurt's sweet voice, but it doesn't seem to matter and I begin to wish I could really kill people with my mind powers. The person on the other end of the line is using a completely fake voice, spilling out a whole list of profanities and nasty things. I'm left holding the phone with a glare on my face, jaw clenched, as the person hangs up, laughing. To think, someone was planning on saying that to my Kurt…stealing that smile from his lips.
"Is something wrong?" Kurt asks as he enters the room, closing the door behind him. I look up at him, seeing that small crooked smile he uses when he's not totally sure of what's going on. I stand up, quickly dropping the phone onto his bag, and easily pinned him against the door. He doesn't need to know about the call. There's no reason to let him feel badly about something when I know I can easily carry the burden on my own shoulders. Besides, the world's much nicer when he's smiling…
"Missed you," I murmur against his lips before kissing them.
"Words, caveman," he chuckles as I push him onto the bed, meeting him there in an instant. "All you have to do is say the word."
"Okay." I snuggle myself close to him, perfectly nestled in between his open thighs. "I love you."
"What?" he whispers almost disbelievingly, his large, blue eyes bulging.
"Kurt, I'm in love with you," I say truthfully. "You're everywhere and everything, so it's got to be love. I've never felt anything like it before." I wait for a few seconds, smiling as Kurt's expression seems to melt and he looks so blissed out he might cry. "Say it, love; tell me."
"Finn…I love you so much…"
I kiss his gaping mouth and he responds so enthusiastically that we both whimper from the overload of sensation. My control begins to slip and I roll my hips against his, ripping a harsh cry from deep within Kurt's throat. He quickly slaps a hand to his mouth and I can't help but chuckle at how adorable he is. He and I both sit up and I pull him into a sitting position on my lap. I reach down and slowly begin to undo his fancy jacket, easily sliding it off his shoulders. He doesn't argue but only tugs at my tee shirt as I pull his over his head. Kurt presses his bare chest against mine, creating such an intense heat that I have to pull him closer. I hold onto his arms, feeling the muscles beneath my fingers flex as he fists my hair. I wouldn't have thought it last month, or even last week, but Kurt is actually very strong. The hand that had been clinging desperately to my neck slid down my chest and rested on my belt. As his nimble fingers began to undo it, Mom calls for dinner.
We both remain perfectly still, breathing heavily. Kurt released my hair and put a little distance between us. He smiles gently, handing me my shirt before pulling his own back on. I move to stand up, but he stops me with a smile on his face.
"Sweetie, you're red," he laughs.
"Look who's talking," I say, pressing a gentle finger to his swollen lips.
AN: Happy beginning, happy ending, which means karma demands the next chapter be sad, but I'll aim for a decent ending ;)