A/N: Thanks everyone! I know it's been a while since I updated. I will try to do better. Hope you enjoy the chapter.

What Do You Suppose Would Happen?

Chapter Thirteen

The scent of bacon cooking filled the small kitchen. Finn smiled at Kurt as he watched him turn over the eggs. He felt so happy, right now, standing next to his boyfriend as they made breakfast together. They had gone back to Kurt's house once they woke up since the Hummel house was well stocked with everything they needed. Plus, evidently, Kurt had to get ready in his own room where he had all his stuff.

Finn couldn't keep the grin off his face. Last night had been amazing. And while he had freaked out a little at admitting to Kurt he was actually gay (and letting Kurt be on top), he now felt pretty good about it. It wasn't that he didn't find girls attractive anymore; he still did. It was more like those old movies his mom liked to watch sometimes. They were okay movies, but they were in black and while. He could see how that would be great if that was all you had. But once you watched movies in color, why would you want to go back? Kurt was like that… he made everything brighter… and he made Finn feel alive. He couldn't really explain it very well, but that was okay. The way his boyfriend was looking at him, he thought he understood more than anyone.

"Everything else is almost done, Finn," Kurt said. "How's the toast coming?"

"Great. I think it's almost done."

Kurt smiled again, and Finn couldn't help it; he leaned down and kissed the other boy softly.

"Someone might see us," Kurt whispered.

"They're upstairs…"

Finn leaned in once again, but Kurt stopped him.

"Finn? Did you change the setting on the toaster?"

"Yeah," he admitted. "I didn't want it to come out really light…. Raw toast is just gross."

Just by the look on Kurt's face, Finn could tell he'd said something stupid. He thought over the words and then smiled in embarrassment.

"You know what I mean," he mumbled.

"I do… but Finn, honey, you're going to burn the toast."

"Oh…" He pulled the lever up to reveal dark, but not quite burnt, toast.

"Just the way I like it," Kurt said giving Finn a small hug.

They fixed their plates and sat down at the table. Nothing could be heard except for the scraping of utensils against the plates and sounds of pleasure as they ate their food.

"Finn, I've been thinking about what we should do today."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well," Kurt said. "I thought we could go into Dayton and just hang out."

"Okay…" Finn was more than a little confused. Why did Kurt want to go so far away?

The other boy must have sensed his confusion. "Think about it, Finn. We could be together and no one would know us. We could hold hands and kiss when we wanted to, and no one would care… okay some might care but that's just their problem."

"That sounds awesome, Kurt."

Kurt's face lit up then, and Finn decided he always wanted that look on Kurt's face. He always wanted to make his boyfriend happy.

"And I have another reason, Finn," Kurt said. "I'm used to all the attention… but I think it would be good for you to see what it's like… before we tell everyone here."

Finn frowned at him. "You think I'll change my mind, don't you? Once I see how hard it is, then I might not want to be with you anymore."

"No, Finn. I don't think that at all. But I do want you to experience it in baby steps. I don't want you to be overwhelmed."

"No matter what happens, Kurt, I want to be with you, and I want everyone to know it."

"I know, sweetie," he said. Standing up he kissed Finn, before clearing their empty plates away.

"I like the idea, Kurt. But what are we going to do there?"

"I thought we could go shopping…" He started filling the sink with hot water.

"Kurt…" Finn whined. He really didn't want to spend hours shopping, especially for clothes. He just didn't see the fun in that.

"I promise we will only shop for like an hour or so and then we'll hit the video game store or the arcade." Kurt put their dirty dishes in the sink, and started washing off the counters.

"That sounds like fun," Finn agreed. "But I'm driving."

"No way." He put down his dishcloth and stared at Finn.

"Kurt…"

"I'm sorry, Finn, but you drive crazy. I mean you're all over the place. You have the attention span of a gnat."

"That's harsh." Finn put his hands in his pockets. He couldn't believe Kurt didn't trust his driving.

"But true."

"Well you drive like my grandma."

"I'm just careful, Finn," Kurt said. "Something you should try."

"A horse and buggy goes faster than you," Finn said shooting him a challenging look.

"Ha, ha. I would rather ride a horse all the way to Dayton rather than ride with you're crazy ass driving."

And that made Finn think of the night before. The song Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy ran through his mind. Maybe that's what made him do what he did next.

"Really, Kurt," he said grabbing his crotch. "Why don't you ride this instead?" Normally he would never say something like that, but he was rewarded by the blush on Kurt's face. And he almost laughed. Almost.

"What did you say?"

Finn looked over in fear at Burt Hummel, who was standing in the doorway.

Crap!

Kurt was going to be so mad. They had tried so hard to keep their relationship a secret.

"N...nothing…" Finn stammered.

"Didn't sound like nothing, Finn," he said angrily.

"Dad…" Kurt started but his dad held up his hand.

"No, Kurt," he said. "I've had it. You think you can come in here and just say what you want, Finn?"

Finn didn't answer; he just shook his head.

"That you can insult Kurt and it's okay? Spreading your hate… I thought you were different, Finn."

"No! I mean, yes. I am different." Finn couldn't believe it. Burt hadn't heard everything. Just enough to make him think Finn was making fun of Kurt.

"Dad… you don't understand."

"No, Kurt, you don't understand. Finn knows what I'm talking about."

Finn ran his hands through his hair. His good mood was completely gone.

"I do," he said. "But that's not what I meant, Mr. H. I swear."

"Right, I think you should leave, Finn."

"Dad, no!" Tears were already rolling down Kurt's face.

Finn really hated to see Kurt cry. He stood up straighter.

"No."

"Excuse me?" Burt glared at him. The saying if looks could kill… ran through Finn's mind.

"I said, 'No'. If you want to kick me out, fine. But you're going to listen to what I have to say, first."

Burt started to say something but then seemed to think better of it.

"Fine, I'm listening." And although Burt spoke the words, Finn wasn't sure he believed them. Still he had to try. Even though Burt looked like he could easily strangle him.

"I get why you're angry at me. I really do, Mr. H. But if you're going to hate me, I want it to be for the right reason."

"No, Finn," Kurt said, but he ignored him. He had to or he would change his mind. And he knew this was what he had to do.

"I'm still listening." And Burt was still giving him the death glare.

"I wasn't making fun of Kurt for being gay. I wouldn't do that, especially since I'm…. gay."

Burt looked skeptical, as Finn made that hesitant admission. It was almost as if he thought Finn was making the whole thing up.

"Really…"

"Yes." Finn tried to hold his ground and not let the older man intimidate him. It wasn't easy. He was more than a little afraid of Kurt's dad.

"So… grabbing your crotch and telling Kurt to ride this was not meant to be insulting?"

"No…" Finn said nervously. "Not at all. I like it when Kurt rides me…"

"Finn!" Kurt shouted at him to stop talking. Finn hadn't really thought about what he was saying or more importantly, who he was saying it to. Kurt's face was bright red.

Burt just looked angrier, if that was even possible.

"Are you saying that you and Kurt… that you… violated my son?" He really looked pissed now.

"No! I mean, it was mutual…"

Kurt looked like he was going to die in embarrassment.

"I've listened. Now you can get the hell out of my house."

"But… I didn't explain it well. I…" He looked over at Kurt. "I would never hurt Kurt. I'm in love with him."

Kurt gave him a watery smile, but Burt was not impressed at all.

"I don't want to hear anymore. You had sex with my son, probably in my own house? You should just get out while you're still in one piece… "

"Fine," Finn said and walked toward the door.

Kurt had been standing in the background, out of the way, but suddenly he moved forward.

"No, Finn. Wait." Then he turned to his dad. "You're a hypocrite!" he said angrily.

"Kurt just calm down."

"This is my life," he said. "And you're treating me like a girl. Not that it's okay to treat girls like this…"

"I know what I'm doing, Kurt."

"Whatever, Dad. If I had sex with a girl would you be this upset? No! You would be all…'Way to go…Kurt that's my boy… way to be a man!'"

"That's not true, Kurt…"

"Really? What about Brittany?"

Finn was listening to their little exchange, just trying to figure out who was winning…. But Kurt's question really got his attention.

"Wait… What about Brittany?"

The other two just ignored him.

"You mean that daffy cheerleader?"

"Yeah, Dad. When Brittany and I were making out you didn't get upset."

"Wait… you and Brittany made out? But you said I was your first…"

"Not now, Finn," Kurt said impatiently. "And I told you I was going to have sex with Brittany, and you just said to make sure we used protection. Remember that, Dad?"

"Wait… you had sex with Brittany?"

"Not now, Finn," Kurt repeated giving him a quick look that was meant to be reassuring. But Finn was getting ticked. What else had Kurt lied about?

"I knew you wouldn't sleep with her, Kurt. It was obvious what you were doing," Burt countered.

"I don't believe you, Dad. And what's more. I don't think you even believe you. I'm just tired of it. Tired of you treating me like I'm weak… I swear to you… I'm not going to break."

"That's true… I should know," Finn said.

"Not now, Finn!" Both Kurt and his dad shouted at the same time.

"I need time to figure things out. I'm just so angry right now, I can't think. So Finn, I need you to leave. Now." Finn could tell that Burt meant it and that the time for explaining things was over.

Finn nodded and moved toward the door once again. Leaving was fine. Not getting the crap beat out of him was fine, too.

"Then I'm going with him."

"No, Kurt."

Kurt looked up into his dad's face. "I love him, Dad. Nothing you do will change that. You need your space right now? So do I. And I am going to spend my time with my boyfriend."

"I forbid you to leave, Kurt," Burt said angrily.

The room got quiet then. Finn looked over at Kurt. The other boy was in shock. His dad never used the f-word.

"Or what, Dad? You're going to take something away? Go ahead. You can't do any worse… you've already torn out my heart."

And with that Kurt walked out the door, pulling Finn along with him.