11:03AM

Kurt Hummel took a seat on the floor and leaned back against a book shelf. He positioned his headphones into his ears, turned the volume up on his music player and hit play. His eyes scanned the library lazily. Of all the people he had to be trapped in a library for six hours it had to be them.

Santana Lopez? Ignorant and hostile.

Noah Puckerman? Did he even have to elaborate?

Rachel Berry? Disconcertingly similar to him.

Finn Hudson? Well he was a different story entirely.

"Hey. I thought iPods were off limit," Finn said crouching beside him.

Kurt's breath caught in his throat. "I told Mr. Schuester I would help form a lesson plan for glee next week. He's completely swamped and I am not prepared to be an accessory in his next attempt at a disco revival." He shrugged, "Plus, now that Rachel's on his bad side it's my best chance of actually getting solos."

"What do you have so far?" Finn leaned closer to inspect the screen of his iPod.

Kurt could only sit frozen. Was Finn coming on to him? "Why are you hanging out with me?" Kurt said abruptly. After years of being tortured by half the meat heads on which ever sports team that was in season, Kurt was rightfully paranoid of any and all changes of heart. Especially from the quarterback.

Finn groaned. "Santana's a total bitch," he started and Kurt couldn't help but agree. "Puck is like PMS-ing or something if dudes could even do that," he continued. "And Rachel totally hates me."

Kurt narrowed his eyes. He glanced over at Rachel who was at her recluse table staring longingly at Finn. "Right," he slowly agreed. "Well I'm happy to serve as your last resort."

"Cool," Finn said with a nod and Kurt couldn't stop the sigh that escaped his lips because Finn was too dumb to recognize self-deprecating humor. More importantly, Finn seemed too dumb to try and maliciously bully him. He could be a Knight in shining armor if he wanted to. "Could I help?" Kurt realized he had been gawking at Finn, who was now holding his iPod and scanning through it.

"You have no idea," he murmured.

"What?"

"Nothing," Kurt said snatching back his iPod. He cleared his throat to regain his composure. "I'm sort of on an 80's kick. You know that New Wave punk pop style they used in John Hughes films."

"What? Like Back to the Future?"

Kurt cringed. "No… Pretty in Pink?" He paused long enough to register Finn's blank reaction. "Sixteen Candles?" Another blank. "The Breakfast Club?" He realized he was shouting.

"Does that have to do with cereal or something?"

Kurt wanted to scream. "Don't you have cable? These movies are classics and they're on every damn day!"

Finn shrugged. "I usually just watch Sports Center."

"You are just like my father…" Kurt trailed off when the realization struck. Was that what this was? His eyes scanned Finn. Flannel? Check. Vest? Check. Work Boots? Check. All he was missing was a baseball hat and a ratty Bruce Springsteen tee shirt.

"Is everything okay?" Finn asked nervously.

Kurt was shaken from his daze. "What?" He said absently.

"You broke your mechanical pencil," Finn said picking up the scrap of plastic.

"Oh." He took a deep breath. "Finn, do you think I'm weird?"

He donned the usual 'deer caught in headlights' expression that he favored so much. "Is that like a trick question?"

Kurt frowned, "Nevermind."

"You're different," Finn shrugged. "That's all. I mean aren't we all a little different? That's what makes us special, right?"

Kurt wanted to gag. Finn had obviously been spending way too much time getting motivational with Rachel and Mr. Schue. "Are we friends?" He asked bluntly.

"Sure," he replied. "I guess."

"But if you ever wanted to just hang out with the guys, would you ever stop and think 'hey let me call Kurt'?"

Finn narrowed his eyes. "What is this about?"

"I'm having a hard time relating with my dad. He likes tires and dirt and grease and.." Kurt cringed at the thought.

"Cool," he grinned.

"Exactly."

"So? My mom likes soap operas and gossip magazines and we're still totally close. It's no big deal, in fact it's kind of a good thing because it means you don't have to hang out with them all the time."

Kurt tried to take this advice to heart. "I just feel like maybe he's disappointed."

"No way," Finn scoffed. "You make really awesome snack food and give really good advice about feelings and clothes and stuff. Sometimes guys like to do those kinds of things too."

"Thanks, Finn." He extended one of his ear buds. "Here this was a song idea I had for the club; it's from The Breakfast Club." He explained cueing "Hearts too Hot to Hold."

"Cool," he said nodding his head to the beat. "But who'd sing the girl part?"

"Me, obviously."

Finn just smiled tightly.

"So are you two like dating now?" Puck said peaking over one of the library's many book cases.

I wouldn't say no if he asked, Kurt thought before quickly dismissing it. Instead he just focused on Puck's black eye with a content grin.

"Layoff Puck," Finn said climbing back to his feet. "Why do you always have to be such a dick?" He said before glancing over his shoulder to offer him a supportive nod.