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A/N: Hello again my amazing readers! Glad you liked chapter 5! It was fun to write, but this chapter has some fun moments in it too-another pleasure to write! I will address one thing, my grammar and spelling skills, since someone mentioned them a review (Thank you!): My spelling and grammar skills are normally pretty good, I don't want to toot my own horn, but I pride myself on it sometimes...However, when I put the finishing touches on my chapters, it is usually very late at night, and I am exhausted... things slip by me, I am contemplating getting a beta reader, or to just get the chapters done earlier haha. Enjoy chapter 6, REVIEWS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED! :) Also, this is the only chapter where I will jump ahead a bit in the timeline... I know this is going to sound weird, but bare with me!-I'm skipping this week in school, I tried out a few ideas, and none of them really struck a good chord with me... so I'm saving them for a rainy day. I will jumping to the following weekend, when Finn and Kurt are going to be doing things with their fellow Glee Club members... it just gives me a chance to feel out the other characters since I plan on using them throughout this story...so sorry for the jump in time... I normally don't do it...but I must for now. Enjoy!

Chapter Six

(Friday of the following week)

Finn raced down the hallway towards the front of the school. School was out for the weekend, finally, and he had been very good at reminding Kurt of his promise to hang out with him and the other Glee Club members today. They had all decided to go to barn behind Kurt's house, and just have fun. Finn was almost peeing himself with excitement, finally there was a day where he could hang out with all his friends, and there wasn't any awkwardness, no one was stressed out, and he could finally unwind.

Kurt heard Finn's familiar, yet loud, thumping footsteps from yards away. Oh God, Kurt thought. He's running, why is he running-but Kurt couldn't even finish his own thought before Finn ran past him, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him outside. Kurt could barely keep up Finn's pace, not to mention it had been snowing all week, so the ground was icy.

"Jeez, Finn!" Kurt yelled as Finn continued to yank him towards his truck. "Slow down-" Kurt lost his balance, slipping. He suddenly felt Finn twist, jerking him upwards, and if not for the ice and gravity, would have been back on his feet. However, because of the ice and that damn gravity, Kurt fell again, and landed on Finn's chest, who had fallen when he had tried to stop Kurt from falling the first time. "Ow," Kurt said. "Your body hurts me, Hudson...but thanks for breaking my fall." Kurt got up, smiling down at Finn who was struggling to get up, slipping on the ice almost every time he tried. Kurt giggled and and helped Finn up, or at least trying even though he could barely support Finn's weight. The two then walked semi-fast to Finn's truck, getting in, Finn staring at Kurt until he put his seatbelt on. Finn started the car, cranking the heat, reaching over Kurt and turning the vents so that they were open, grabbing Kurt's hands and putting them close to the vents, the warm air returning the feeling to Kurt's feelings. Finn drove out of the parking lot, and turned to head back to their house.

"Do you think we need to set up anything?" Kurt asked, rubbing his hands together, looking over at Finn.

"We could just put some snacks out, make sure everything is set for dinner..." Finn suggested, his eyes on the road.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into making grilled cheese and tomato soup," Kurt giggled. Finn smiled and laughed.

"It's a classic thing to make when the winter months are upon us!" he said, very Shakespearian-like. "Plus, I bought a huge thing of tomato soup the other day at the store, it's begging to be used!" Kurt giggled and nodded.

"Fine," Kurt said, smiling. "But you make the soup, I don't trust you to be able to handle such a delicate and important task as grilled cheese sandwiches!"

Pulling to a stoplight, Finn looked over at Kurt's hands, small and red from the cold. Taking off his gloves, Finn handed them to Kurt, who politely shook his head and brushed them away, but Finn kept his gloves there.

"Take the gloves," he said, somewhat firmly. "My hands will be fine, don't worry about it." Kurt took the gloves just as the light turned green and Finn kept driving. Finn's gloves were huge on Kurt, but the insides were very warm from being on Finn's hands, and Kurt couldn't help but smile at the thought. "Better?" Finn asked, Kurt nodded

"Much better," he said. "You have huge hands, though," Kurt examined the gigantic gloves.

"Nah," Finn chuckled. "Your hands are just puny."

"Excuse me, Finn Hudson," Kurt gave a diva tone to his voice. "My hands are just right, you are freakishly tall, I deem it so."

"Fine, fine," Finn said, laughing. "No need to get your royal pants in a twist your highness." Kurt gave a fake scoff at Finn's remark, just as fish-tailed into his driveway, causing Kurt to be jerk quickly, Finn laughing as he parked the truck and removed his keys from the ignition. "You ok, dude?" Finn smiled at Kurt as he got out of the car, heading over to the passenger's side and opening the door for Kurt, who arched an eyebrow.

"Are you going to unbuckle me too, Finn?" He smirked. "Oh don't-" Finn had smiled and reached over, teasing Kurt and trying to unbuckle him. "I've got it fine!" Kurt growled, trying to hide his smile. He unbuckled and stepped out, shutting the door and instantly slipping on some ice, falling forward and into Finn's chest again. Kurt could feel and hear Finn's laugh rumble from his chest, as Finn grabbed Kurt's shoulders and helped stabilize him.

"You ok?" Finn smiled, holding on to Kurt's shoulders. "We don't want to get more bruises on you just as the old ones are going away." Finn stopped after hearing what he said, he hoped his comment hadn't been misconstrued as insensitive. Kurt's bruises were virtually all gone, the one on his face was still just barely visible, but Finn didn't want Kurt to think he paid attention to things like that. To his joy, Kurt actually laughed, and it was a real, Kurt laugh that made Finn smile.

"Yeah," Kurt said, looking around. "I don't think I could handle another mark of imperfection on this face." Finn smiled and ruffled Kurt's hair, an action Kurt had gotten used to by now, even though it did mess up his hair.

The two headed into the house, Finn taking off his jacket, then reaching over and helping Kurt take his off, hanging it next to his own jacket. Heading downstairs, the two boys began to look for appropriate clothing for hanging out at the barn. "No snowball fights," Kurt said, setting out some clothes in a line on his bed, as if he had to be fashionable to just hang out with friends.

"Oh come on dude," Finn protested, smiling. "What else are we supposed to do? Brush each others' hair?" Kurt gave Finn a look, like he was starting to tread a dangerous line. Finn threw up his arms, somewhat apologetically, it was good enough for Kurt.

"Fine," Kurt conceded. "But no chucking the snowballs like they're footballs, like you said, no more bruises for me." Finn smiled and put an arm around Kurt, squeezing him tight.

"No," Finn said. "No more bruises for our little Princess." Finn laugh and Kurt lightly punched Finn's abs, causing him to recoil, he hadn't forgotten how powerful a punch Kurt was packing. He laughed it off as Kurt smiled, realizing exactly what Finn was thinking.

The doorbell rang, and both boys rushed upstairs to see who it was; very appropriately, it was Puck and Quinn.

"See Noah? I told you I could still drive and get us here safely." Quinn's eyes sparkled as she stepped through the door, followed by Puck stepping in, his hands shoved in his pockets.

"You were doing 60 in a 40," Puck said, trying to sound concerned, but smiling underneath. "It was pretty badass though..." Quinn smiled and walked over to Kurt, linking arms with him.

"So boys," Quinn smiled. "What are the glorious plans we are going to watch unfurl?"

"We should have a snow-angel competition," Kurt said suddenly, everyone giving him a funny look. "Yeah, have one between Rachel, Santana and Brittany... I just want to see who is better at a simple task...Berry who has to over-think everything and make it perfect or Brit who may not know what a snow-angel is." The other three laughed, Kurt smiling at his brilliant idea.

"What would the winner get?" Puck asked, ever the competitor. "And why can't we can't we do something manly?"

"We are having a snowball fight," Finn explained, making Puck smile. "Don't look so smug dude, I'm going to crush you."

"Oh, you think so?"

"Children," Quinn interjected, smiling. "Let's save this display of manhood for later, shall we?"

"Babe, don't be so down," Puck said, rubbing Quinn's shoulder, kissing her on the forehead. "You'll have fun, but from the sidelines, I'm putting my foot down on the snowball fight... I don't want you to do it."

"Oh, I wasn't planning to," Quinn blinked. "Like hell I'm going to let myself near anything that I can throw at someone... I would totally take you out, Noah." Kurt giggled, but saw Puck glare at him and stopped. Turns out, Puck was only joking and smiled, chuckling and playfully punching Kurt's arm.

"Keep Quinn company on the side lines, Hummel?" Puck asked, Kurt nodded. "I mean, feel free to join in the massacre...if you dare!"

"I will try my best to stay out of it, no promises though," Kurt smiled. "Sometimes I just get those manly urges where I have to throw a snowball at something and hope it hits it in its face." Finn laughed at Kurt, the thought of macho Kurt was just too funny, Kurt would always be the boy who put up the strong front, but was really a big softy on the inside... kind of like a pineapple, thought Finn. The thought made Finn smile, and get a sudden craving for pineapple.

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The old red barn against the view from up the hill from Kurt's house always gave him a warm feeling, even though he was quite cold. Kurt had been named the judge of the snow-angel contest, he didn't watch the girls make their snow-angels, that way he figured he couldn't be biased. The girls came and got him when they were ready, each hanging back as he looked over them, trying to figure out who would win. Finn and Puck were just standing there, shoulders tense, hands shoved in their coat pockets, their typical "tough guy" attitude being shown off.

"Well," Kurt finally said, turning to the three contestants. "It was a hard decision, but I have to go with the one on the end. The body and wings were perfect, but what won me over was the detail to the face. There were almost perfect imprints of the eyes and nose and mouth...truly a testament to the artist's dedication."

Brittany clapped her hands together, happily, jumping up and down. Kurt, mouth agape, thought he chose Rachel's, what with the somewhat anal retentiveness.

"I really worked hard on the face," Brittany said in front of the group, as if she were giving an acceptance speech, but with her typical eyes glazed over look. "It's because I made my snow-angel on my stomach, and put my face in the snow." Kurt chuckled, Brittany had laid on her stomach and put her face in the freezing snow just to win a snow-angel competition?-and no less, a competition that didn't really have a prize except bragging rights. Santana seemed to be supporting her friend, smiling and listening to Brittany jabber on about how she made her wings so amazingly, and other stuff of that nature. Rachel, however, looked a little upset, and Kurt wasn't surprised.

"It's not that yours wasn't good," he said, standing next to her. "Why you didn't win, I mean. Yours was a close second." "I'm not upset about not winning," Rachel said, sidling up closer to Kurt. "I mean, winning isn't everything..."

"Who are you and what have you done with Rachel Berry?" Kurt said, eyes widening. Rachel only giggled.

"A new me...or at least, I'm trying out a new me," Rachel said, looking straight ahead, where Finn and Puck had already begun to throw small snowballs at each other. "I think I need a change in my life. I don't know what it is yet, but the old Rachel would go searching for it. The new Rachel wants it to happen naturally, like child birth."

"Believe me," Kurt said, looking down at her. "You say that now, but when you are giving birth to a child, you will not want a natural birth. Your concept is quite admirable though, you know you can always come talk to me about anything. I know what it's like to have to let a part of you go." Rachel followed Kurt's gaze to Finn, who had ducked to avoid Puck's incoming snowball, catching Kurt's gaze and smiling.

"I would stay a safe distance away from Finn," Rachel said, hesitantly. "I don't mean remove yourself from his life entirely...he has a heart the size of two of him standing on each other's shoulders, but he can unintentionally play with someone's emotions and it won't work out well in the end."

"I appreciate your concern," Kurt said, looking at Rachel. "But like you, I am trying to find a new me. One that isn't so hopelessly devoted to Finn."

"Well, isn't that what he likes about you?" Rachel asked, meeting Kurt's eyes. "I mean, I'm not expert on what your personal relationship with him is...but my two dad's started as really good friends. Do you ever think he might like you back?"

"Not a chance," Kurt said, fake smiling. "The more I think about it, I'm like the baby he wanted to have with Quinn. After a while, he couldn't deal with the loss so he turned his attention to me, because our parents are dating, so he thinks he has to protect me."

"That's cute," Rachel offered, trying in any way to open Kurt's eyes to what she thought was obvious, or at the very least feasible.

"It's like I'm the ugly duckling he would bring home to his mother when he was five asking, 'can I keep him?' ...Of course it's cute, it's adorable, and just getting to be able to live with Finn is something I never thought would happen. We have been getting closer lately," Kurt pondered the situation, but shook his head. "If it's going to happen, it will happen on it's own. I'm not going to try and speed or delay its arrival."

"I think we both take things too seriously," Rachel took Kurt's hand in hers, giving it a tight squeeze. "Let's make a promise, we will let's things take their own course. We will try our best to not revert to our old selves, and we will be there for each other to help." Rachel held out her pinky, hoping Kurt would take it.

"Deal," Kurt took his pinky in hers and made a promise, and he didn't go back on a pinky swears, it was a little childish, but he hadn't gone back on one as a child, why start now. "Oh and Rachel, this conversation never happened. No one is to hear about this, and I mean it."

"Deal," Rachel smiled. "You're an amazing person, Kurt, I'm glad you and I are working on these things together. The idea of tackling a challenge myself, while normally exciting to me, can be very frightening and overwhelming...so thank you for sharing this with me."

"We both have had our hearts...unintentionally broken," Kurt nodded towards Finn, who was chucking a snowball at Puck's face. "I'm sure we'll recover." he walked away from Rachel's side, it was nice to get out some stress with her, at least she listened and gave the upmost honest opinion, it's what Kurt admired about her, even if they had their little Glee Club rivalry.

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Kurt couldn't stay away from the snowball fight, much as he tried. Santana and Brittany had left the party after a while, they had a date to go on with some random guy from school, they had to get ready to break his heart, or at least that's what Kurt figured. Rachel and Quinn seemed deep in conversation, and although Kurt couldn't hear them from the battlefield, he could guess what they were talking about. He saw their lips form the word, "Finn", and his heart skipped a beat, before almost exploding out of his chest when a snowball exploded near his head. The boys had all hidden behind small mountains of snow, using them and shields and then launching their attacks at the appropriate times. Kurt looked up to see Puck smiling and laughing at him from behind his mountain, "Next one won't miss, Hummel!" He laughed, before a snowball hit him in the face. Finn let out a victory whoop as Puck brushed the snow off his face and walked off towards the porch where the girls were sitting and chatting, conceding to his loss, no matter how badly his pride hurt.

Kurt was taking advantage of Finn's victory dance moment to run from his snow pile all the way to Puck's, taking up a snowball and throwing it blindly at Finn, missing him by a pretty large distance, but causing Finn to snap back to attention and start his own assault on Kurt's new hiding place. Kurt ducked under the mountain of snow, trying to figure out what to do next. Taking off his had, he put his hand up inside it and slowly raised it just above the mountain of snow, hoping Finn would fall for the oldest trick in the book...he did.

Kurt felt the snowball his his hat and gave a slight yelp as it hit his hand as well. Finn, hearing Kurt yelp and seeing his hat suddenly fall to the ground, feared the worst and began to run towards Kurt's new snow pile.

"Kurt?" Finn called softly, but still loud enough to let Kurt know he was worried he had hit him too hard. Kurt's hand closed on a snowball, he knew he had to be quick to pull this off...he immediately jumped up and threw the snowball, which hit Finn square in the chest. Finn stood there, his mouth hung open in defeat as Kurt slid down his snow pile and walking up to Finn.

"Don't look so surprised, Hudson," He said smiling. "Know thy enemy." Kurt grinned as Finn shut his mouth, still in shock, snow falling off his jacket where the snowball had hit him.

"I thought I really hit you," Finn said, shaking his head. "I can't believe I just fell for the oldest trick in the book." Kurt laughed

"Well you hit my hand pretty good, don't worry it was only a sting," Kurt said, he knew Finn would suddenly want to go in and nurse him back to health if anything had really hurt him, so he set his thoughts at rest. "So... I guess I won? Makes me kind of wish I had thought of a prize to give the winner." Finn laughed.

"I'll think of something for you," Finn said, ruffling Kurt's hair, his favorite thing to do.

"Don't go out of your way, no seriously," Kurt said when Finn rolled his eyes. "I'm not taking home a Gold in the Olympics here, Finn...it was just a snowball fight. Please don't make it a huge deal, I would never get over it." Kurt laughed, putting his hand on Finn's muscular arm briefly.

Finn nodded, he had been trying hard to tone down the overbearing things he had been doing to Kurt, trying to give him breathing space to live and make his own mistakes and make his own decisions...but it was harder for him not to want to please Kurt, he just loved to see him smile.

"Dinner?" Finn asked, looking down at his boots, moving the snow around slowly. "Or is that too much?"

"Why don't you make me your favorite dishes tomorrow," Kurt suggested. "You are in charge of feeding me... just nothing with portions that weigh the same as me... I've seen you eat, Finn, it' s almost like you eat two small children for breakfast lunch and dinner sometimes." Finn laugh and looked around.

"Deal." Finn held out his hand, as if he wanted Kurt to shake it. Kurt didn't really do the manly handshake, but he held out his hand, and Finn took it, bringing him in for a hug.

"Good game," Finn said into Kurt's hair. "You kicked my ass...bad."

"Well you fought bravely," Kurt replied, pulling away from the hug and brushing the rest of the snow off of Finn's chest. "But ultimately...just not good enough." Kurt smiled and Finn gave Kurt one of his heartthrob smiles, and Kurt thought he was so warm on the inside that he was worried Finn would notice if the snow around them started melting.

"I'm cold, and hungry," Finn said, breaking the brief silence. "What do you say to going inside now?"

"Yes," Kurt laughed, smiling. "I think that's a great idea. The best you've had all day, better than running towards my snow fort when I was armed." The two shared a laugh as they walked back to Kurt's house with their friends.

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After everyone had left, Finn was stretched out on the couch in the living room, TV on, no news or updates on their parents situation in terms of the weather, but then again, he had the volume on low while Kurt was washing dishes in the kitchen, Finn didn't want Kurt to start worrying again. He changed the channel to the sports channel when Kurt finished the dishes and walked into the room, seeing the TV and tilting his head curiously, almost pretending to be interested in the game that was going on.

Finn got up, and went over to the fireplace where wood had been stacked meticulously, another thing Kurt was anal about. Finn opened the fireplace and put a few logs in, followed by taking some paper and throwing it in there. Before long, Finn had a good fire going. Kurt had opted to go get his pajamas on, since Finn was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Kurt came up in sweatpants and long-sleeved shirt, he was still a bit cold, even with the fire going.

"Are you still cold?" Apparently Finn had noticed since the question came rather quickly.

"A bit, yes," Kurt said. "I'm just a cold magnet, I suppose."

Finn had wrapped a blanket around him, he opened it and gestured for Kurt to come sit with him. Kurt made his way over, and sat down next to Finn who was still laying down.

"Down in front." Finn said. "I can't see the game." Without warning, he snaked an arm around Kurt's waist and pulled him down so that he was laying down his back resting on Finn's chest, Finn's head resting on his shoulder.

"Finn," Kurt said suddenly but gently. "Brothers don't spoon each other."

"We're not spooning," Finn said, he knew Kurt a bit nervous about physical contact, especially coming from him. "We're laying down and I'm huge so I take up most of the couch. Do you want me to move?"

"No," Kurt said instantly. "I just don't want to get the wrong idea here... I can't just sit here and go on a roller-coaster ride with you if I'm expected to jump off in the middle of the road."

"I'm not asking you to," Finn said gently. "I'm not trying to do anything to make you think that I'm messing with you. I don't know how to explain it, but I just feel comfortable around you. We can lay down on the couch together, hold hands, hug, and it's not like we are making out or anything."

"We do touch an awful lot," Kurt said, Finn's arm unmoving from around his waist. "We do a lot of things we won't be able to do if our parents get married."

"You're too hung up on defining love," Finn said, smartly. "You think that you can break it off into all these different subcategories...why can't I just enjoy my time with you even if we are under the same blanket lying on the same couch together?"

Kurt thought about it. It wasn't like Finn was naked, drunk, suddenly coming out to him, or any combination of the three. He just wanted to lie down, and he invited Kurt to join him. Not necessarily as a brother, or a friend, but as Kurt. Kurt allowed himself to relax, and he felt Finn's arm loosen around his waist, just resting there now.

"Do you think people notice how close we are?" Kurt asked, hesitantly.

"Who cares?" Finn answered.

"...I do..." Kurt almost whispered.

"Well that's weird," Finn said, resting his head again on Kurt's shoulder. "You always struck me as the person who knew they didn't owe anyone an explanation. Who cares what other people think? I mean, I think our friends would tell us if they thought something was weird," Kurt decided after Finn said that he wouldn't tell him about his conversation with Rachel earlier. "I think you just don't want people to think we're brothers and boyfriends or something..."

"I don't think we're boyfriends," Kurt said. "You know that. Don't bring that up now, I can leave you here and go some other place in the house, I-" But even as Kurt tried to get up, Finn's arm wouldn't let him move.

"I'm not letting you get up and walk away from a harmless conversation because you're starting to get pissy." Finn said. "I know that sometimes, it may seem like I'm toying with you. I'm not, Kurt, I would never do that. I want you to know that, because otherwise, you'll always walk out on me when we are trying to have a conversation and I won't deal with that. I apologize for the fact that I'm making you uncomfortable...but you know that's not my reason for doing what I do. Now lay back down or I will find a blunt object to se-sed-what was that word you used last weekend?"

" 'Sedate'?"

"Yeah that one!" Finn smiled, and Kurt couldn't help it, he smiled back. "I will have to sedate you with a blu-blun-"

" ;Blunt'," Kurt said, laughing to himself. "You will have to sedate me with a blunt object." Finn squeezed Kurt tight.

"This is why I keep you around," he said. "I wish you were in my english class, I would ace the vocabulary quizzes if you were." Kurt laughed and returned to laying down with Finn, watching the game.

About 15 minutes later, Finn was snoring in Kurt's ear. It wasn't that late, but they had a long day, so Kurt turned as gently as he could to face Finn. Brushing some the hair of of Finn's face, Kurt looked that boy sleeping next to him, his arm still loosely wrapped around his waist, his eyes closed, his mouth partly open and he breathed, his chest moving up and down. Kurt of course noticed this meant that Finn took shallow breaths, which was bad for singing...he would have to teach him about breathing from the diaphragm but that could wait until another day.

Kurt gently put his hand in Finn's hair, tracing it's way down and lightly caressing his ear, the shape of his face, and then Kurt stroked Finn's face with the backside of his hand, Finn's soft skin brushing up against his. He withdrew his hand, quickly.

What are you doing? Kurt though to himself. We went over this! He is your friend, this is supposed to be the new you! Letting things happen naturally. Stop being crazy!

Finn's hand reached up suddenly and grabbed Kurt's, Finn was still asleep, but a smile covered his face when his hand met Kurt's and their fingers laced together, Kurt turning bright red. What should he do now? If he withdrew his hand, he might wake Finn, and then if Finn thought he was being too sensitive about the subject... No, Stop, Kurt though to himself again. Stop being crazy, you are not doing anything wrong, just relax, go to sleep, he'll probably get up in the middle of the night to go back to his bed anyway. Kurt relaxed, letting his fingers be laced with Finn's, letting Finn's gently breath keep the pulse on his forehead while he put his head near Finn's chest, resting his head on Finn's other arm.

Within minutes, Kurt was asleep in the arms of the boy of his dreams, and it felt well, perfect.

A/N: awww yay! cute ending, yes? I hope you enjoyed chapter 6! they are starting to get closer and closer! I'm still trying to keep it classy, not like be the typical Finn/Kurt story. Anyways, I will have the next chapter up as soon as I can, please submit a REVIEW :) :) :) :) I really hope you guys liked this chapter! :)

~BlueRain26