A/N: Sorry about the long wait. I have been working on serveral stories at the same time. It's gotten a little confusing since some are Kinn and some are Purt. Let me know if I have any obvious mixups between the stories. :) And again, thanks for all the reviews and alerts. It makes me happy.

What Do You Suppose Would Happen?

Chapter Five

The next week went by really slowly. Finn was both excited and frustrated. He was able to see Kurt at school and during those times when he and his mom would go over to the Hummel household, but it just wasn't enough. When he wasn't with Kurt, he missed him. And being close to him and not being able to touch him, or kiss him was just torture. He understood why Kurt thought they needed to keep it a secret, but he still didn't like it.

And it was harder for him than Kurt, no matter what the other boy said. Everyone was already used to Kurt staring at Finn all the time and blushing around him. The problem was that when Kurt did that, Finn had trouble not responding. He just wanted to grab the other boy and kiss him; he was sure at times that Kurt was torturing him on purpose.

Like at lunch when Kurt tripped and accidently grabbed his leg. Finn wasn't able to get up and leave the lunch room for awhile. Although he'd thought about sex a lot before they got together, now it was all he could think about. Just the memories of what they did together… well, they seemed to resurface at the wrong time! Like in Glee practice when they were dancing. Kurt looked so good. It really wasn't fair!

Of course, he had given just as good as he got. For instance at lunch when Kurt was flirting with him, and he was trying to ignore the other boy … again, not fair!...

"Hey do you guys ever get songs stuck in your head?" Finn asked the group.

"Yes, it's annoying," Artie agreed. Others just nodded.

"I got this song in my head… 'Save a Horse' by Big and Rich. You guys know that one?" Many of them shook their heads indicating they didn't, including Kurt.

"Oh, I know it," Tina piped in.

And then in unison Finn and Tina started singing.

"Save a horse, ride a cowboy…"

Everyone started laughing except for Kurt. He was blushing and looking just a little uncomfortable. Finn felt like he had accomplished his goal. Of course right after that was when Kurt decided to fall almost into Finn's lap.

And the point… goes to Kurt.

But he knew Kurt was just as frustrated as he was.

The times at Kurt's house when they were in front of their parents were the worst. There were a few moments when they were able to be alone, and they took advantage of them. Those moments didn't last very long though, resulting in them both being aroused and trying to hide it. His mom gave him confused looks that he just ignored. He had being clueless down to an art form and that made it easier for him. Kurt was having a more difficult time with his dad who was a little more perceptive. But as far as he knew…i.e. Burt hadn't tried to kill him yet … they still did not know anything.

It was Thursday night, and Finn was really looking forward to the weekend. Maybe they could go to the mall or something and make out in his car. He just needed some alone time with his boyfriend. Was that too much to ask?

It was late, and he knew he should have been asleep already, but he couldn't stop thinking about Kurt. As if on cue his phone rang.

"Hello?'"

"Hey," Kurt said, his voice low and sexy.

"Hey, Kurt," he replied.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, I can't sleep."

"Me, neither."

"What are you wearing?" Finn asked, seductively.

It was quiet on the other end. Finn wasn't sure if Kurt was insulted or if he was just thinking. Obviously the latter, by his response.

"Coveralls."

"You're wearing coveralls to bed, Kurt?"

"Of course. And you, Finn… you're wearing your football outfit."

"Uniform."

"Whatever. But Finn you're only actually wearing the football pants. Not your shirt."

"What about my cleats?" he asked.

"Do you know what those things could do to my skin? Take them off."

"Okay… Kurt, I'm just checking… does this mean we're going to have phone sex?"

"Oh, Finn. Sweetie you are so adorable."

Finn decided to take that as a yes.

"So are you wearing anything under your coveralls?"

"It's really hot in here so, no."

Finn took a deep breath. He had to admit that was really hot.

"So are we in your room or mine?"

"Actually Finn we're at the shop. You're a football player… and I'm a mechanic."

"Kurt, I am a football player and you are a mechanic, well kinda…"

"Really, Finn? You're going to keep interrupting me?"

"Sorry," Finn said. He didn't want Kurt to change his mind. "Go on."

"So you come in to the shop, and you need your car looked at."

"What's wrong with it?"

"That's irrelevant, Finn."

"Okay…"

"So you come in and see me. We've never met before."

"Can I have my shirt back on?"

"For now," he said with a smirk. "Go ahead, Finn. Your turn."

"I'm not sure I can do this, Kurt. I don't know what to say."

"You've seen porn right, Finn?"

Finn blushed, embarrassed, even though Kurt couldn't see him.

"Yeah,"

"Improvise…"

Finn was still trying to figure out what he meant when Kurt said irritably," Just make it up, Finn."

"Oh, okay but don't laugh at me Kurt."

"I'm not promising anything."

"So I come into the shop, and you look so cute in your coveralls. Your hair is messed up a little, and you fix it right away when you see me. I tell you that my car is making a funny noise, and I need someone to look at it. Is that okay, Kurt?"

"Perfect, Finn. So I look at you in your football outfit…" when Finn started to correct him he snapped, "Really? Does it matter?"

Finn didn't say anything. He knew when to keep quiet.

"And you look hot. Really hot… and I wonder if you are wearing a cup or you just like what you see."

"No cup," Finn replied.

"And I just smile at you and ask you to pop the hood."

"And I ask if you're all alone or if you have other people there."

"You sound a little creepy, but I let that go cuz you're so damn cute."

"I am cute," Finn agreed.

"No one else here, just me… and I open your hood to get a look at it. I have to bend over to get a really good look."

"I'm just staring at your ass. I know those things are baggy, but I can just imagine how you would look with them off… and then when you bend over like that I… suddenly can't think of anything but how much I want you."

"I'm looking, but I can't really concentrate with you right there. I try to look like I don't care though."

"I decide… what the hell… and move behind you. I grab your hips and press against you. You don't even act like you've noticed." Finn slipped his hand under his covers as their fantasy played out in his head.

"Oh, I've noticed… especially with you pressed against me like that," Kurt said a little breathless.

"And then," Finn said seductively, "I reach around in front and grab you… I ask… is that a wrench in your pocket? Or are you just glad to see me?"

Kurt giggled at that, and Finn thought he was going to comment on his cheesy line.

"Actually," Kurt replied. "That is a wrench. You'll want to move a little to my left… ummm yeah, that's the spot," he sighed.

"Do you like that? I ask as I rub my thumb up and down on your cock." As Finn responded to Kurt's increasingly heavy breathing and his own words, his hand stroked his growing erection.

"All I can do is nod," Kurt said breathlessly. "It feels so good to have you touch me like that."

There was a pause, then...

"Are you touching yourself, Kurt?"

"Finn, you're going out of character," Kurt admonished him. "But, to answer your question… yes ... I am."

Finn just smiled as he continued, "I ask you how long it's going to take…?"

"Well, if you continue like that then 5-10 minutes, tops."

"Actually, I meant the car."

"Oh… well not until morning."

"Oh, I say sadly."

"I have things I need to take care of… I smirk."

"I get it, and I smile at you. I wonder what I can do to occupy myself?"

"I turn around to face you and accidently hit you with my wrench."

"Ow, that hurts. Watch what you're doing with that thing."

"Sorry… Damn wrench is too big. And I lift up your shirt, running my fingers over your stomach where the wrench hit."

"I move forward and unzip your coveralls… you look so beautiful. I ask if I can touch you."

"Finn, usually I like it when you ask me but in this fantasy… you don't ask."

"Oh, okay, Kurt," Finn said. He thought he understood what Kurt wanted. "I'm going to touch you," he amended. "And then I'm going to bend you over…"

Finn stopped suddenly at the sound of knocking on his door.

"Crap," he mumbled to Kurt while he scrambled to look innocent.

"Come in," he said. "Hey, mom."

"Finn, what are you doing?"

"Nothing," he replied.

"Really? Because you have your cell phone in your hand … are you talking to someone?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm talking to Kurt."

"Okay. Well I saw a light on in here, and I wanted to make sure you weren't watching TV."

"I'm not."

"Your TV is on."

"I mean, I was but now I'm not. Now I'm talking to Kurt."

She gave him a confused look. Obviously trying to figure out why he was acting so guilty.

"Well you need to say goodnight to Kurt and turn the TV off so you can go to sleep. It's hard enough trying to get you up in the morning as it is."

"Okay, mom."

She closed the door, and he sighed in relief.

"You had the light on Finn. Really?" At the sound of Kurt's voice he put the phone back up to his ear.

"I was watching TV when you called," he replied. Then he added, "I got to go, Kurt."

"What? Finn you can't leave me like this!"

"Sorry, … but my mom will be listening at my door to make sure I'm not still on the phone or watching TV."

"But, Finn…" Kurt pleaded, and Finn almost gave in. Almost.

"Kurt, you don't understand. What am I supposed to do? She will hear me and what is she gonna think if I'm moaning and yelling, That's it Kurt! Give it to me harder!

"Wow, Finn, I'm really close… if you could just say that again a few more times, I think I'll be good."

Kurt sounded really needy. Finn balanced the possibility of pissing off his boyfriend against the fear of his mom listening in on them. A sound at the door tipped the scales.

"I can't Kurt. I think she's listening," he said. "I'm sorry but I gotta go." As he was hanging up the phone, he could still hear Kurt grumbling. He quickly shut off the TV, as well.

As he leaned back in his bed too nervous to try to relieve his own pent up frustration, he thought about his boyfriend.

He hoped Kurt wasn't too mad at him tomorrow.