Title: Dear Mr. Supercomputer Chapter Three.

Pairing: Kurt/Finn

Warnings: Sex, eventually.

Word Count: 858

Rating: M.

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me, these characters aren't mine, they would never do these things, I mean no disrespect, blah blah blah…Dear Mr. Supercomputer belongs to Sufjan Stevens; the lyrics are unrelated, I just needed a song with a matching title.

Author's Note: This might be the last chapter for tonight, but I promise more soon!

Chapter Three.

Holy fuck.

Finn could hardly think. That was what Kurt thought about during football practice? That? Finn had caught him staring a few times, but had shrugged it off as nothing more than an innocent crush. God had he been wrong. He closed the document, willing his brain to start working again. Whatever doubts he had once had about his feelings toward Kurt were gone, replaced by an overwhelming sense of need. It was ridiculous, that three pages could have the power to completely change his life, but there was no mistaking the tightness of his pants, or the fact that he his heart felt like it was in a vice grip.

Knowing he never really had a choice in the matter, Finn clicked on the next document. And the next. And the next. He was halfway through the fourth when Journey started blasting from his phone, nearly making him fall off the chair in surprise. He closed the windows as fast as he could and logged out before answering.

"Hello?" he said, hoping his voice didn't betray how incredibly guilty and turned on he was.

"Took you long enough." Kurt's voice was abrupt and annoyed. "What were you doing?"

Finn immediately flushed. "N-nothing," he rushed. "Why? What are you doing?"

"I'm at the mall with Mercedes," Kurt said slowly, like he was talking to a small child. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Finn replied, willing his voice to sound normal. "What's up?"

"Mercedes invited me over to her house for dinner and a classic movie marathon, so I won't be home until late, or I might just stay over. I thought you might want to know."

"No." Finn froze. Had he really just said that?

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked. "That wasn't a question. Are you sure you're okay?"

Now what? "I need you to come home tonight." Fuck. Anything but that. It might be true, but he didn't have to go out and say it like that. "To, uh, study."

"Can't you call Puck, or Artie or someone?"

"No," Finn repeated.

There was a moment of silence while Kurt waited for him to elaborate. When no explanation came, he asked, "Why? What's going on?"

"Nothing's going on. I just need you to help me study." Finn was pacing, unable to stand still, let alone sit down.

"Finn, I'd need a better reason than that to skip out on Judy Garland." But he didn't hang up, and Finn thought he heard curiosity in his voice.

"I…" He glanced around their room, trying to come up with something that only Kurt would be able to help him with.

"I'm going to go now."

"I saw your stories," Finn blurted. The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them and now he did sit, rubbery legs managing to get him to the couch before he collapsed.

There was dead silence from the other end of the phone, and Finn had almost decided Kurt had hung up when a single word came forth. "What." It wasn't a question, and had absolutely no inflection at all. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I needed to print something from your computer because my laptop died, so I hacked in and I accidentally saw them," Finn said in a rush.

More silence. "You didn't." Finn didn't know what to say to that. He had. "You didn't!" Kurt's voice was rising, becoming panicky. "I can't believe you did that! I told you my computer was off limits, I told you to never even go near it! How could you do this to me?"

It hadn't occurred to Finn that Kurt would be upset, would be anything other than ecstatic that his feelings were finally returned. Then Finn realized that he hadn't actually said that, and he might want to sooner rather than later. "Kurt, wait—"

"No! I trusted you, Finn, and you just—"

"Fuck me."

Again, complete silence. Finn hadn't thought those words through, either, but at least they got Kurt's attention. "What did you just say?"

Finn took a deep breath. "I want you to come home so you can fuck me. Bend me over and make me take it, like in your stories." He forced himself to stop talking before he could start babbling incoherently.

There was a long, ragged breath. "Oh my god."

"Isn't that what you want? To make me scream your name as I come for you?" Finn's eyes were closed, thinking that he couldn't make the situation any worse, so he might as well keep going.

"Yes," Kurt whispered, voice impossibly small.

"Tell me what you want me to do."

Kurt paused for a fraction of a second, seeming to try to collect his thoughts. "There's a box under my bed that has some more things you might be interested in. I'll be home in ten." There was a click, and he was gone.

Finn put his phone down on the coffee table in front of him, but stayed seated. He wanted to know what was in that box, oh yes, but first he needed to make sure he could stand up.

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