A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and love. Part of this chapter was inspired by the kitchen scene in FreshlyCutLawn's story Tied Down. You should go read that story... After reading this of course. :)

Disclaimer: Just in case you were wondering...Kurt and Glee do not belong to me.

What Do You Suppose Would Happen?

Chapter Nine

"Oh, Kurt, honey. Let me do that," Carole said grabbing the stack of plates out of his hands. "Why don't you go relax? You're company…"

She stopped, obviously noticing the look on Kurt's face. His hands were on his hips as he raised an eyebrow at her. "Excuse me?" he said. "I am not company."

"You're right," she said, realizing her mistake. She sat the plates down and gave him a hug. "You're family. Sorry… I guess I'm just a little nervous. I haven't really cooked for you guys yet."

"No problem," he replied hugging her back. "Just don't let it happen again." He felt tears in his eyes at the warmness of her embrace. His dad wasn't much for hugging, but his mom used to hug him all the time. Even though Carole would never replace his mom, he missed being mothered… and Carole really did care about him. She also gave really good hugs. He found it helped ease some of the stress of this past week.

"So get to it," she said releasing him and snapping her fingers. "We need to get this food on the table before the men get restless." He had to smile at this; his dad and Finn both had legendary appetites.

They worked side by side in amicable silence until at last the meal was ready.

Kurt knew that dinner was going to be interesting. He couldn't help but think of that afternoon in the garage. And he could barely look at Finn without getting flustered.

Carole announced that dinner was on the table, and Finn was the first one there. Kurt was not surprised; he saw how much that boy ate. His dad was a little slower. Carol had to guide him to the bathroom to encourage him to wash up. Kurt just smiled. He was usually the one who was doing that. It was nice to let someone else be the mother…

Carole was turned toward the stove as they waited for his dad to return. Kurt felt Finn's thumb graze over the back of his hand, and he looked over at him in surprise. The spark was instantaneous, and Kurt wondered if Finn would always affect him like that. Finn was staring at him intently, and Kurt found he had difficulty breathing. So much emotion was in that look. He really wished they were alone.

"Hey," Finn whispered.

"Hey," Kurt said softly in return.

The other boy intertwined their fingers, saying with his actions, and his eyes, what he couldn't say out loud. Kurt hoped Finn was getting his silent message about how much he cared… and wanted him.

"Oh, my gosh!"

Both boys turned in response to Carole's exclamation. She was still looking at the stove, and they realized that she was not talking about them. The boys sighed in relief. They would have to be more careful.

Finn released his fingers just as Kurt's dad was coming into the room.

"It smells good, hon," he said getting a return smile from Carole.

They ate in relative silence. Kurt was trying not to look at Finn. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to hide his emotions. And at the most inopportune moments… like when his dad asked him about Mrs. Wilsons's car, he would feel his body betraying him… as the memory of their time in the garage surfaced.

Kurt tried really hard not to flush in embarrassment. He looked over when Finn chuckled. Obviously the boy wasn't concerned about what their parents thought. The look on Finn's face was so sweet, though, that he just couldn't be mad. He smiled back fondly, and then realized how they must look. Taking a hurried peek at their parents, he was surprised to find they were not paying them any attention. They were too busy stealing glances at each other. Kurt was reminded of how new their relationship was. Although, he didn't want to think about the details, he knew he could use it to their advantage.

"Geesh guys, get a room," Finn said playfully, getting an almost stern look from his mom. She had a hard time pulling it off with the grin on her face.

Dinner was simple, uneventful, and torturous for Kurt. He wanted nothing more than to pull his boyfriend into a searing kiss, but he knew he couldn't do that. Seeing how happy Carole and his dad were just reinforced their plan to keep their relationship a secret. He would not take this happiness away from them.

They were finishing dinner when Kurt offered to do the dishes.

"Thank you, Kurt," Carole said, "but I can get them."

"It's no problem, Carole," he said, "Finn will help me."

"Wait, what?" The look on Finn's face was hilarious, and Kurt had the feeling that his mom always did the dishes.

"Okay," she said with a smile as Kurt ushered the adults into the living room.

The table was cleared and water ran when Finn finally spoke up.

"I can't believe you volunteered us to do the dishes. What the hell, Kurt?"

"Haven't you ever done the dishes before, Finn?"

"A couple of times when mom didn't feel good but…"

"This gives us a chance to be alone, Finn."

"Oh," he said smiling. Leaning down he gave Kurt a quick kiss. "You are so smart."

"Thanks, sweetie, but we can't do any more of that. Our parents could walk in at any moment."

"That just makes it more exciting," Finn said suggestively as he kissed Kurt again, this time his lips lingering.

"I mean it, Finn," he said moving reluctantly out of his reach. "My dad is so happy right now. I don't want to ruin that. And my dad dragging me out of the house away from you, will not be conducive to us having sex tonight."

He could tell Finn didn't understand all of what he was saying but the words 'sex' and 'tonight' seemed to catch his attention.

"Really?" he said eagerly.

"I have a plan," Kurt said.

"Um, Kurt…"

"It's a good plan, so don't even go there Finn."

Finn looked skeptical, but Kurt didn't care. He had thought it all out this time.

"So I have to be good…?"

"Yes, Finn."

"I can't press you up against the sink…"

"No."

"Kissing the back of your neck…"

Kurt just shook his head.

"While my arms are around you, pulling you tight… my hands wandering under your shirt…"

"Finn…" Kurt said softly, trying really hard not to let the other boy's words affect him. So far… it wasn't working. He could feel his body reacting, as he looked up into Finn's darkened eyes.

"So what can I do?"

"You can help me wash the dishes."

"Doesn't sound as fun."

Kurt grabbed Finn's hand and put it in the warm sudsy water. They hadn't even started the dishes so their hands were the only things in the sink, hidden by the many bubbles. He lightly touched Finn's hand causing the water to swirl sensually around their fingers. It was more erotic than it should have been.

"I guess I was wrong," Finn responded as he laced his fingers between Kurt's and then out again. He did this over and over and Kurt closed his eyes as the amazing sensations. How could just touching hands in the water be such a turn on? But he knew the answer to that. He doubted he was the only one imagining what it would be like to be in a hot tub with the water swirling around their bodies as they kissed and touched.

"We've got to stop, Finn," he said huskily.

"I know," Finn whispered back.

"The sooner we get the dishes done, the sooner we can start the plan, and the sooner we will be alone."

Finn nodded and moved his hand out of the water.

"As long as your great plan works," Finn said with a fair amount of sarcasm.

"Hey, it's a good plan," Kurt responded indignantly.

"Okay," Finn said with a laugh.

Kurt just glared at him. How dare he make fun of his plan? He didn't even know what it was… so what if some of his plans didn't go as… well, planned.

And so Kurt was unprepared for what Finn did next. The taller boy scooped up a small amount of suds and used his finger to put it on the tip of Kurt's nose.

"Finn Hudson!" Kurt's hands were on his hips as he stared at the jock in surprise. This just caused Finn to start laughing in earnest.

"Fine," Kurt said. "If that's the way you want it." And with a flick of his hand, he threw suds in Finn's hair.

"Oh, now you've done it," Finn said and lunged at him. Kurt squeaked as he tried to avoid Finn's grasp. He was not quick enough however, as Finn was able to catch him. He picked him up off the ground and headed toward the sink.

"You ruined my hair, so now it's your turn."

Realizing his intentions, Kurt squealed, "No Finn, not the hair, please!" And although he squirmed and kicked he was no match for the football player. As they got closer to the sink, Kurt put his feet up on the sink to stop the progress. They were both laughing and yelling, as Kurt tried to get free.

"Hey!" Kurt's dad yelled from the doorway.

They both stopped and just stared at him in surprise.

"Finn," the older man continued, "could you please put Kurt down?"

"Yeah," Finn mumbled as he let go of him. Kurt slipped out of his arms and looked at his dad, unsure of what to do next.

"Now quit horsing around you guys and get those dishes done."

As he left the room, the boys scrambled to do as he asked.

The dishes were finally done when the boys made their way toward the living room.

"That took longer than it needed to," Kurt mumbled. "You could have helped more, Finn, instead of just watching me."

"Hey, it was your idea in the first place," the other teen responded. "And I couldn't help it, Kurt… Every time you scrubbed at something, you'd shake your butt… I got distracted."

Kurt gave him a look but couldn't help it; he ended up smiling instead.

Carole and Burt were on the couch watching something when they walked in. Actually the TV was on but they didn't appear to be even looking at the screen.

"Boys," Carole said as she pulled out of Burt's grasp, "You're done."

"Finally, no thanks to Finn."

"It was Kurt's fault," Finn said with a smirk.

"Don't ask," Kurt replied, trying not to blush, when Carole looked like she was going to say something.

"Should we watch a movie?" Burt asked.

"Actually, I have a better idea," Kurt said. Everyone looked at him expectantly. "Well, since we are sort of a family now, I think we should get to know each other better."

"What did you have in mind, Kurt?" Carole asked.

"Do you have any photo albums? I think it would be fun to look through them and hear all the stories…"

"Sure!" Carole was excited, but Finn just had a pained look on his face.

"Do we have to? I mean some of that stuff is just embarrassing!"

Kurt glared at Finn. He was supposed to back him up.

"Well, Finn. I brought our albums from home, so you won't have to be embarrassed alone."

He went over to the large bag he had brought with him and pulled out several old photo albums.

"That's what's in that bag… I wondered," Finn said.

Kurt tried not to blush. That wasn't the only thing in the bag, but it made a good excuse for why he had a bag in the first place. The other things in the bag were the props from Glee. He was going to surprise Finn tonight.

But first his plan had to work.