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Chapter 3 - There's a Limit to Your Love

Mercedes had been walking to her Spanish class with Puckerman when she realised she had forgotten her text book.

"I have to go back to my locker. Tell mr schu I'm really sorry and I'll be a couple minutes."

She smiled at puck and turned on her heel. Her locker was fairly close to the classroom so she wouldn't miss much of the lesson. They probably wouldn't even start before she arrived. She began to happily hum and then quietly sing Irreplaceable by Beyoncé as she walked quickly down the hall, looking at the floor at where her high heel high tops were taking her. She arrived at her locker, collected her book and began to return to her classroom. As she reached the climacting "So since I'm not your everything, how about I'll be nothing, nothing at all to you, baby I won't shed a tear for you, I won't lose a…" she stopped singing. Something caught her eye in the small window in the door of the boys' locker room as she was walking past it. So many girls were grateful for that tiny window that allowed them to see just a sliver of their crush as they glanced towards it whilst walking past. She did a double take and stepped back towards it, looking through the narrow pane of glass. "Blaine?" she whispered, puzzled over his presence at their school. It was Blaine, standing in there looking worried. She moved towards it and was just about to knock to ask if he was okay and why he wasn't at Dalton, when Finn emerged from behind one of the lockers and sat on the bench in front of Blaine. He put his hands on the younger boys' hips and pulled him close, nuzzling into his chest. They hugged tight as Mercedes' mouth fell open. She continued to watch as Finn stood up, opened his arms and enveloped Blaine into them and kissed him on the forehead. They were facing away from Mercedes, but the sound of her dropping her textbook and fumbling to pick it up startled them. Blaine met her eyes. His eyes looked red and teary. "Oh my..." She hurried to pick up the book and rushed away, Blaine pushed Finn away and ran towards the door and after her, but she was safely inside her classroom by the time Blaine could reach her. That was the last Finn and Blaine had seen of each other. When Mercedes sat heavily in her seat, she decided she had to tell Puckerman what she had seen. The shock of it all was just too much and she was about to burst.

"Maybe you saw it wrong? Maybe they were just two dude bros hugging it out?" Puck shrugged. They were meant to be having a conversation in Spanish about where the closest football stadium was, but Mercedes couldn't concentrate.

"If you had seen it puck, Finn like, kissed his forehead. They looked so into each other." Mercedes shook her head as they left the class. "I have to tell Kurt." She clutched her books and turned right out of the door.

"Tell me what?" He beamed at them and bounced on the balls of his feet. "I'll tell you in a minute." She was hoping in the time it took to get to glee, she would have come up with another reason the boys looked so cosy with each other. They began to walk to glee together until Mercedes stopped outside of her locker again. "Kurt. I need to tell you something... Don't be mad at me. I'm going to tell you exactly what I saw, and you can take it or leave it. Okay?" Kurt nodded slowly, he had no idea what Mercedes could tell him that requires this seriousness. She opened her locker, placed her books inside, closed it and took the deepest breath she could.

"I saw something... someone… with Blaine."

"What? Where? At McKinley? He doesn't even go here." Kurt looked at Mercedes. Out of the whole glee club, he trusted her most. If Santana or Rachel had told him he wouldn't have believed it. "Who? What were they doing?" he added, trying to sound less panicked than he really felt.

Mercedes sighed. She hated to be the bringer of bad news, especially to her best friend Kurt, who she loved so much.
"He was in the boys locker room, and he looked upset, so I was about to knock to find out why he was at McKinley and not Dalton and what was wrong and if he was looking for you, when Finn came out of nowhere…" She fumbled with her hands, looking down at them then up at him periodically.

Kurt breathed sharply "Finn?!" He placed an open palm on his chest. "Finn Hudson?" He stammered. "W...what... What were they doing?"

Mercedes shook her head. "They hugged and Finn kissed him on the top of his head. But then they saw me, so I ran to class." Mercedes breathed out, exhaling all of the pressure of being the messenger.

"Maybe it was just a friend thing?" Kurt said hopefully. "Friends hug all the time."

"I don't think so..." Mercedes responded. "But I guess you have to ask them." She placed a comforting arm around her friends back to lead him towards the choir room. Puck shrugged when Kurt looked at him, slacked jawed, for a response.

Finns absence from glee spoke a thousand words. By the end of their hour together, the whole room knew. And Rachel was already performing Toni Braxton's Un-break my heart.

Kurt arrived home, parked his car on the driveway and walked towards the house. His stomach ached with nerves and his hand shook as he fumbles with his keys to find the one that would open the front door. Their parents wouldn't be home yet, but Finn would be. He didn't know what to say, how to ask, how to even look at his brother.

He slid his key into the lock but the door opened before he could twist it.

"Kurt..." Finn said breathlessly.

Kurt pushed past him and walked into the kitchen, he wanted to escape from Finn. He didn't want to hear what he had to say and if he could, he never wanted to look at his step-brother again, but Finn followed him. Finn stopped in the doorway, so after Kurt had grabbed an orange juice from the fridge, he was unable to leave the room.

"Let me out, Finn." Kurt said defiantly, staring at Finn's chest because he couldn't bear to look at his face.

"I need you to listen." Finn pleaded. "Please, this is the last thing I'll ever say to you if you want it to be."
Kurt took a step back, stood still and eyed the taller boy whilst folding his arms across his chest.
"Shoot." Kurt said in his most unimpressed voice.

"It was my fault." Finn fumbled with his hands, his eyes pleading as he explained, the words falling effortlessly from his lips, just like he'd been rehearsing for the hour before Kurt arrived home.
"You have to forgive Blaine, he's totally distraught man. It was totally my fault, I was just experimenting, you know and it was a one-time thing and it wasn't even anything other than a few kisses. He came to McKinley to confess to you, because he felt guilty and wanted to clear his conscience because he loves you man, but I was trying to make him not do that." Kurt breathed in sharply. He felt a string of relief run through him. He knew Blaine wouldn't have kept it a secret unless Finn made him.

"So it was just the night of the party? And it wasn't..." Kurt paused and switched his voice to a low whisper "…ess-ee-ex?" He had to clarify, so then he could hear it from Blaine and he and his boyfriend could return to some normality after the craziness of the afternoon and glee club. He could forgive Blaine if it was just a drunken fumble, and he had wanted to come clean.

Finns face dropped.

"Ew no." Finn pretended to be repulsed at the thought of sex with another man, when in reality he had thought about sex with Blaine countless times. He felt his chest begin to heat up as thoughts of Blaine's body crept into his head. He shook them away so he could focus solely on Kurt. For this to work he had to sound sincere.

"So you're not gay?" Kurt raised his eyebrows. "And you decided to use the guy I was crushing on to test it out?"

"I'm not gay. And I'm so sorry it was him, I know I could have chosen someone else, even you for all it matters, but I didn't and it was a mistake." Finn watched Kurt blush and raise a hand gently to his chest.

Finns insides twisted as he realised what he was doing. He was softening the blow for Blaine. He was taking the blame and he didn't even care. "Let them hate me, but not him" he kept repeating in his head until it became a mantra of sorts.

"I can't forgive you that easily Finn. You could have ruined everything I have with the love of my life." Finn knew Kurt could get angry and could hold a grudge, he was fully prepared for the full force of his step-brothers outburst, but Kurt just stood quietly, toying with the collar of his shirt, waiting for a parting comment from Finn.

"Kurt. I am so sorry. I will continue to be sorry for the rest of my life, until you either forgive me or I die. Please don't blame Blaine, I started it." He shuffled away from the door to let Kurt through. Kurt walked through to doorway towards the stairs to his bedroom but stopped when Finn gently touched his arm. "Kurt, please forgive him." Sadness filled Finn's voice. Kurt nodded slowly, turned away and walked up to his room, sobbing quietly.

Finn lay curled into a ball under his duvet with his phone rested on the side of his face.

"Blaine, I told him everything." He said, voice shaking slightly.

"Everything?" Blaine asked, he spoke a little louder than Finn, between his bedroom and his parents room was Coopers' room, a home office, a small gym and a games room, which really only had a piano and a few bean bags in. His parents were probably not even upstairs yet, his dad spent hours in his study working and his mother was probably still watching Desperate Housewives.

"Yeah, I told him it was all my fault and that I led you on that one time because I was experimenting and when you were at McKinley you were there to confess to him but I forced you not to." Finn's voice was laced with sadness.

"Finn... Why would you say those things... you told him you used me?" Blaine felt a lump rise into his throat. Finns explanations would only cause implications for him. He would be the one side-eyed by the whole of glee club for being a traitor, manipulating and using Blaine. Blaine's body became tense and anxious again.

"I had to think of the best way to protect you Blaine." Finn said and Blaine could hear the numbness in his voice. Blaine's stomach ached thinking about Finn and what he would go through.

"You shouldn't have. I would have done it. I would have come clean and chosen you Finn." Blaine choked out. There was silence for a few moments as they collected their thoughts and considered the situation.

Finally Finn responded. "Come on man, tell me you thought about me first." Finns eyes began to sting with angry tears. "Tell me why you didn't run back to the bathroom but you followed Mercedes and then left the school?" The tears began to roll over the bridge of his nose and down the side of his face as he lay on his side.

Blaine fell silent. He felt ashamed at how right Finn was.

"I wasn't ready." Blaine choked out.

"It could have been our chance." Finn said, Blaine could hear the frustration in his voice, and imagined him balling his fists in the covers to release some of his anger.

"It still could..." Blaine sobbed. "We're not finished." He said with false hope.

"We are. I'm sorry." Finn pressed the end call button and flipped his body over onto his stomach. He pushed his face deep into the pillow and grabbed both sides to hold it over his face. He sobbed into it for almost an hour, until his eyes finally gave in and he fell asleep.