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A/N: Hello all! So glad you al enjoyed Chapter 4, it certainly put some things into perspective! Yes, Finn was kind of being a bit of a jerk to Kurt when they were talking about the differences in their love. Finn still doesn't know how to deal with it, he's trying, but every so often he resorts back to "old Finn"...it's not nice, but he will be working on it!

That's really all I have to address because I have a little story to tell you about this next chapter. Personally, I really like this chapter, I think you all will too...at least I hope so! I came up with the ideas for this chapter when I was at work, I was working a midnight shift from 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. ...I know, crazy. I brought my notebook with me, figuring I would jot down a few ideas for this chapter and maybe get a planning head start on future chapters...Long story short, I wrote 10 pages worth of notes for this chapter... it's amazing how the inspiration flows when you are hyped up on caffeine! ^_-

Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this chapter, and as always, please review! I was so pleased with the reviews for chapter 4, there were some really good ones! Thanks again!

Chapter Five

Finn and Kurt had settled into the living room, Kurt flipping on the TV, turning it to the News. It was amazing that this was the first amount of normal TV they had watched since the weekend began.

"I hope they just skip the pointless stuff and get to the weather," Kurt mumbled. "Dad said it was storming pretty bad where they were last time I talked to him, I wonder if they got any sun since then..." Finn shrugged and returned his attention to the TV. The first topic was a huge storm that had hit in a place that made Kurt sit up straight, a certain degree of familiarity filling him. The reporter was standing in front of an airport sign, the camera zooming out to show the airport in a rather disheveled state. Windows were blown in, some of the building was actually crumbling, pieces of debris falling to the ground as the reporter was commenting on the state of things. Apparently, a massive storm had just ripped through this town, bad enough that flights were cancelled, and people were encouraged to evacuate. While the reporter continued talking, images of people packing up their cars and trying to drive out of the area were flashed on the screen, as well as a bunch of people packed together in a large area, cots and volunteers serving food. The reporter stated it was a place of safety for those who couldn't evacuate, stating that the storms continued on and off, canceling all flights out of the area. Kurt's eyes, widened in horror when the reporter stepped away from the airport sign, revealing the name Kurt was hoping was not the case. Kurt immediately shot up off the couch, and began fussing around with a bunch of vacation info papers his Dad had left him, Finn looking at him confused.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Finn sat up straight, Kurt was really going through the papers at an alarming rate. "Why are you stressing right now?" Kurt finally found the paper he was looking for, showing it to Finn.

"Look!" He said, his eyes wide with horror. "That airport on TV, that's the airport our parents landed in and are supposed to leave from." It only took Finn about 2 minutes before he started panicking too, taking out his phone and dialing his Mom's number. Sighing impatiently, he hung up the phone when it went straight to voicemail, Kurt dialing his Dad's number and getting the same response. The TV wasn't helping with all of this, images of the storm's devastation, and although people weren't needing to be rescued by helicopter, it was still not a pretty picture to behold. Finn looked over at Kurt, who was visibly shaking with fear, Finn was a bit more reserved with his emotions. He could have been shaking as well, but he felt he had to be strong for Kurt, in case his emotions suddenly exploded. Kurt gave him a helpless, "what do we do?" look. Finn just shrugged and returned some of his attention to the TV.

"I guess all we can do is wait for one of them to call," Finn said, seeing how scared that made Kurt. "I mean, if it was really terrible, they would have called us-" Finn was cut off as his phone rang, it was his Mom. Finn struggled nervously to pick it up and answer it, putting it on speaker phone. "Mom!" he almost shouted into the phone. "What is going on? We just turned on the news-"

"Oh, Finn, honey, calm down," Carole's voice said through the other line. "We're both fine, but we've been without power for a few days, internet is down, so Burt and I shut off our phones to conserve battery, we should have called earlier-"

"You think?" Finn was turning red. "Mom, what happened? Kurt and I were...are really worried about you guys! The last we heard from Burt was it was a little stormy...when did this happen?"

"Just recently," Carole said. "We were going to call, but we had to find a place to stay first. We were lucky enough to get an outgoing cab to take us a few hours away to a hotel, we are paying with the extra money we brought. We are tired, but we are fine, nothing was lost or damaged, I promise."

"I don't care if your hairdryer got sucked into a vortex of doom," Finn said, Kurt arching an eyebrow at him. "As long as you are both safe and are going to keep us updated on your situation."

"We will, I promise," Carole said. "We have power here so we can charge our phones. We don't think we want to rent a car, it would just suck up the rest of the funds we have left with gas and everything else. Burt says he has relatives a little while away, we are trying to get ahold of them to see if they can come pick us up, but when there is a no unnecessary travel warning, it's hard to get anyone to come even close to us, and there are no outgoing flights for a while, so we may be here for a bit longer. I promise Finn, we will make it home as soon as we can...but until then, we have to wait it out here. I have to go plug in my phone, but Burt's is almost done charging, he says he will call Kurt soon ok?-Finn?" Carole prompted when Finn was delayed in replying.

"Yeah, ok, fine Mom, thanks for calling," He said, still processing everything. "Be careful, be safe and come home soon ok? and call us next time something happens." Carole gave her love and hung up the phone. Both boys sat there, staring at Finn's phone. Although relieved their parents were ok, they were still both very worried, how had they not heard about this in the papers, or from friends? It was all very confusing, and Finn was debating if he should say what he was thinking before this had come up.

"Well," he said, looking at Kurt. "I think we should continue watching the news for any updates, and wait for your Dad to call, but before this happened, I was thinking...maybe we could have Puck and Quinn come over tonight... just to chill out? I think it would be helpful at this point, just to get our minds off things..." Kurt stared at him, shock on his face.

"Honestly, Finn," Kurt said. "I can't believe you can possibly even be thinking about anything else, much less having a party when our parents are stuck out in a sleazy hotel in the middle of a storm. I'm not mad at you," Kurt said, seeing Finn's posture slouch slightly. "I'm not... I just..."

"...worry," Finn nodded, he understood. "Yeah, I know."

Kurt's phone went off, it was his Dad, so he answered but didn't put in on speakerphone. "Dad?" He said, his voice carrying worry in it. "Dad why didn't you-? Yes, Carole told us about that but-Dad, I'm not being crazy right now," Kurt smiled slightly at his father telling him not to get crazy over this, he knew he worried too much. "Ok... ok yeah I will do that, no Finn and I are staying in tonight," Kurt suddenly squinted and gave a slight grin. "Ok...I'll let him know." he said, turning to Finn, who arched an eyebrow at him. Kurt hung up with his Dad and turned to Finn, "Dad says the same thing your Mom did...he thinks we need to just relax tonight, they will call as soon as any updates come up.. he also says there are beers in the fridge and to help ourselves tonight, as long as we don't drive anywhere." Kurt had a confused look on his face, but Finn smiled, he could really use one. "Why would my Dad even suggest I put all those empty calories in my body?" Finn laughed at Kurt's comment.

"Why don't we just hang out tonight, just you and I," Finn suggested. "We can just relax and have some beer and breathe."

"Did my mini-lecture on empty calories just float over your head, Hudson?" Kurt questioned

"One beer isn't going to make your waist explode out of proportion," Finn laughed, seeing Kurt's face. "It won't kill you, and it will be good for you to just relax. It's a perfect way to end our long weekend." Kurt nodded, then groaned remembering they had to go back to school the next day.

"I wonder when our snow-days will begin..." Kurt said randomly, or so Finn thought.

"Dude, you must hate school more than I do," Finn chuckled. "Why are you thinking about snow-days right now?" Kurt gestured outside, and Finn looked to the sliding glass doors that led out to the deck. He saw the tiny white flakes just beginning to fall lightly, it had begun to snow. Finn suddenly felt his stomach drop a little, an uneasy feeling filling him. He had been dreading the snow coming, after his dream, he had not wanted to think winter would actually even come. It had come though, it was beginning outside. After a brief pause, Kurt got up and stretched.

"Well, I'm going to go take a nap," he said, smiling. "Hopefully, some R&R will be just what I need to de-stress." With that, he left the room and Finn listened to him go downstairs to their room. Finn got up and went over to the sliding doors, opening one and heading outside. Standing outside, he put out his palm, watching the snowflakes fall on him, hitting him with a slight intensity, then melting away in his hands. He still felt uneasy, but Finn was in that moment where he had to tell himself that his dream was just that... a dream. Nothing of that magnitude had happened yet, and if he just let things happen naturally, instead of unnaturally trying to avoid the conflict, there was a good chance he could avoid anything happening. Finn vowed that he wouldn't let anything happen to Kurt, he wouldn't be all up in Kurt's face or business, but he wasn't going to go back to old Finn who distanced himself when things got stressful. The new Finn was just always by Kurt's side, ready to catch him if he needed it.

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Finn was rifling through some of his mom's things, looking for something to surprise Kurt with. Poor Kurt had too much stress associated with this weekend, and Finn knew what would help, butterflies in his stomach as he continued searching until he found what he was looking for: scented candles. Grabbing quite a few of them, and a auto-lighter, he snuck downstairs, the stairs creaking even as he tip-toed down them, trying not to wake Kurt.

Finn got to the bottom and was making his way to the bathroom he and Kurt shared, when he stopped. Kurt was asleep in his bed, blanket protectively wrapped around him, his hair gently strewn about his face, and that light mouse-on-helium snore escaping him. Finn smiled, he was strangely captivated by this sight, it was kind of cute. Finn seemed to get lost in it, until he clumsily dropped one of the candles which hit his bed-stand, making a thud noise and rolling on the floor. Finn cursed quietly under his breath, picking up the candle and looking back to Kurt, making certain he didn't wake him. Kurt lay in the same spot, serene in his peaceful sleep. Finn tiptoed over to the bathroom, shutting the door partially. Finn clearly did not have an eye for organization or interior design, but he did his best to arrange the candles in a fashion that was at least aesthetically pleasing if nothing else. Finn thought, well, hoped that if he started running the water to fill the tub, that it wouldn't make too much noise and wake Kurt, so he cautiously turned the knob.

He was, of course, wrong. In a quiet house, every noise is a loud noise, the water was no different. Unavoidable noise aside, Finn began to fill the tub after sticking his hand under the water, finding the perfect temperature. From out in the room, he hears Kurt getting up.

"Finn...?" Kurt's tired voice reaches Finn's ears.

"Yeah, I'm in here," Finn called to him, as Kurt showed up in the doorway of the bathroom. "Sorry about the noise, dude. Didn't mean to wake you."

"No problem," Kurt yawned, looking around. "So what's with the candles? Are you trying to do a Martha Stewart in our bathroom?" Finn smiled and stood up.

"Well, I figured...maybe since you've had a lot to deal with this weekend, maybe you'd enjoy a nice bath or something..." Finn jammed his hands in his pockets, looking a little embarrassed.

"Finn," Kurt giggled and smiled. "You didn't have to do this."

"I used to do it all the time for my Mom," Finn said, looking at Kurt. "When she had stressful days at work, I would always do this. I figured maybe it would help you too, and I haven't done it for a while, so a little refresher never hurt anyone." Finn smiled at Kurt. He then took the auto-lighter and went around lighting all the candles.

"Finn," Kurt said, watching Finn go around the bathroom with his lighter. "I've been thinking about it, and if you want to have Puck and Quinn over tonight, it's totally fine," Finn looked at him. "It's just, I don't want you to think that I rule this house. You have moved in, you live here, too, so it's not like my word has to be the final say-" Finn held up a hand and Kurt stopped.

"I think a simple compromise is fine here," Finn said. "Just because I've moved in doesn't mean I have all these privileges that suddenly appeared, we can settle this easily: how about tonight you and I hang out together, but next weekend we do something with Glee Club. Work for you?" Kurt nodded, smiling. Finn nods at Kurt, "Well, I guess I will let you enjoy yourself." Finn smiled and walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Kurt smiled to himself and undressed, slipping slowly into the bath water, which was the perfect temperature, relaxing him almost instantly. It was then that Kurt noticed his arms, the bruises that were previously there from the fight, were virtually gone. Filled with a tingle of joy, Kurt enjoyed himself until there was a knock at the door, causing him to jerk up in the tub.

"Uh, Kurt?" Kurt heard Finn's voice from the other side of the door. "I forgot to put new towels in there..." Kurt laughed.

"Ok, well get the privacy partition and set it up in here," Kurt said. "Then you can replace the towels."

Finn looked around nervously for the partition, which he had taken down a while ago, he and Kurt had no longer needed it. He found it folded on the floor in a corner, grabbing it he unfolded and knocked on the bathroom door again.

"I'm...um...I'm coming in now." He announced awkwardly before heading in. He set up the partition giving Kurt much privacy while he placed towels in their appropriate places. "So...um..how's the bath?"

"Amazing," Kurt sighed. "You have a gift for this." Finn laughed, sitting on the sink counter "Thank you for this too, I really needed it."

"No problem," Finn said, finding it a little awkward to be talking through the privacy partition. There was a moment of brief silence that followed, which Kurt took initiative to break.

"The bruises on my arms are gone," Kurt said, not sure what Finn would say. "It really makes me happy that now the lasting impressions of that fight are gone, I don't have to think about it as much..." Finn chuckled and shook his head.

"I like that about you," Finn said. "You can find joy in the smallest of details, even if it's surrounded by the biggest amount of negative shit...I know care a ton about the mark on your face and how you present yourself, but even though it's still there..." Finn paused, he didn't want to make it seem like it attracted attention to Kurt's face. "...you should be really proud to have it. I mean, it will go away soon and stuff, but I have to say, I really admire the fact that you haven't tried to hide it or cover it up. It's very admirable of you, Kurt..." Finn could tell Kurt was thinking about what he said, there was another silence and once again, Kurt broke it.

"I'm craving pizza," he said, slowly. "I really want pizza now." Finn laughed.

"You want me to order some?" he asked.

"Yeah," Kurt said excited. "There's money on my dresser, use that to pay for it."

"Cool," Finn said, smiling. "I'll open our beers when it gets here." He wouldn't let Kurt forget that he said he would drink a beer with him.

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"I don't care who you are, nobody drinks beer from a straw!" Finn laughed as he took the straw away from Kurt, who pouted and stared at the beer bottle as if he were a toddler and Finn was forcing him to drink out of his 'big boy cup' for the first time. "Cheers!" Finn smiled and raised his bottle before taking a large swig of his beer. Kurt tried to copy Finn, but because he was not a frequent beer drinker, some drizzled down his chin after his swig. Finn was laughing as he handed Kurt a napkin.

"Well," Kurt said, wiping his chin. "Unlike you, I actually pay attention to the drinking laws."

"Yeah right," Finn said chuckling. "Because drinking one beer in the privacy of our own home is going to somehow alert the cops to bust down the door and arrest us...I'm kidding!" Finn caught himself, seeing the expression of horror on Kurt's face. Kurt took another sip of beer, no drizzle this time while Finn began to wolf down his piece of pizza. Kurt stared at him, he hadn't even started and Finn was inhaling this thing. Finn looked back at him.

"What?" he asked, swallowing. "It's just-It's really good pizza!" Both boys started laughing uncontrollably, Finn still inhaled his pizza.

"Finn Hudson, you are-"

"Impossible," Finn nodded. "Yeah, I know." He smiled at Kurt who was smiling back as he took his first bite of the pizza. After the pizza touched his lips, Kurt's eyes went wide...

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"Woah, dude, slow down!" Finn laughed as Kurt worked on his third slice of pizza.

"Get off my back, Hudson!" Kurt giggled. "It's really good pizza!" Finn smiled and opened his mouth to say something, but Kurt stopped him. "Don't you dare steal my line!" Finn arched an eyebrow at him. "Don't tell me I'm impossible, that lines belongs to me..." Kurt smiled brightly. "Besides, I'm not impossible, I'm just hungry...really really hungry."

"Why didn't I think about saying that first?" Finn laughed.

"Because you would have had to think first." Kurt said shortly, smiling and giggling. Finn laughed, but then shut the pizza box as Kurt reached for another slice.

"Oh no, Hummel," Finn said, smiling. "No more for you."

"Aw, why?" Kurt asked, emptying his beer bottle which Finn promptly took from him, despite his protest.

"You've had enough," Finn laughed. "I'm cutting you off."

"But why are you taking the bottles away?" Kurt asked, pouting. "I wanted to blow into them and make the pan-flute noise..." Finn fake-sighed and blew into both bottles quickly, making the noise just briefly for Kurt.

"There," Finn said, faking annoyance. "Pan-flute noise made, crisis averted, gold star for me." Finn smiled and quickly went into the kitchen, placing the box on the counter and rinsing out the empty bottles before placing them on the counter near the sink. A few minutes later, Kurt came in and Finn instantly grabbed the pizza box, but Kurt just shook his head, frowning.

"I definitely ate too fast," Kurt said, clutching his stomach.

"I told you to slow down," Finn said, half-smiling. "Go lie down on the couch, I'll bring you some Ginger Ale in a bit." Kurt nodded and left. Finn sighed and smiled, placing the pizza box on top of the fridge, far away from Kurt's reach. Going over to the cupboard, he got a cup and filled it with Ginger Ale before bringing it out to Kurt who was laying down on the couch, still clutching his stomach.

"Here," Finn said handing him the cup. "Now don't chug this down...take slow, small sips." Kurt obeyed, taking a few sips before setting the cup down on the table.

"I'm impossible, aren't I?" Kurt asked, staring at the cup on the table.

"Yes," Finn said almost instantly, smiling. "It means I'm rubbing off on you."

"Oh God," Kurt said, rolling over. "All I need to do now is grow a few feet and have a closet full of flannel and I am you." Finn laughed and ruffled Kurt's hair. Kurt turned, looked up at Finn, and opened his mouth to say something.

An enormous roar of a sound escaped Kurt as he burped, long and loud, his face shocked afterwards. Finn just fell into the chair laughing.

"Dude!" Finn laughed, clutching his stomach. "You are so turning into me!"

"No I'm not!" Kurt let out another burp, then another, and another, as if he couldn't control it. "Oh God, it doesn't stop!"

Finn laughed the hardest he had ever laughed.

A/N: So, what did you guys think? Not bad for jotting down some short hand ideas in a notebook during an 8 hour midnight shift at work huh? The tricky part was reading my chicken-scratch writing and forming it into complete ideas...but I gotta say, I love this chapter! and I hope you guys did too! SUBMIT A REVIEW! Chapter 6 coming soon!

Until next time!

~BlueRain26