This chapter doesn't need an introduction. Just… brace yourselves.

xXx

Neither Finn nor Kurt were really sure how they ended up in this position. It was straight out of a Lifetime movie. But there they were, stuck in nothing short of a janitor's closet. This odd situation had begun less than an hour earlier, just after the last school bell had rang.

Kurt was on the sprint from one of the hundreds of the kids in the school that lusted for his blood, naturally. Usually they all knew where his usual hiding spots were, and this was no exception. He couldn't get through the parking lot to his car; the space was far too open, and Kurt was wearing his thousand-dollar Balmain jeans that he had saved up for since he was eight years old- no jock with a paintball gun was going to ruin them.

As Kurt ran, trying to keep his white R-B Wayfarer sunglasses from flying off his head, he tried to ignore the appalling names that his predator was calling after him. Suddenly, as he turned down a hallway, he noticed an open door to a closet that was just calling his name.

He sprinted towards it, narrowly avoiding the bully. He closed the door and leaned against it, praying that his chaser wouldn't find him. He could hear him calling Kurt outside. Footsteps. Kurt held his breath as they neared the closet door and then sped off in another direction.

"Thank god," Kurt whispered to himself. He looked around the closet- it was so dark that he couldn't even see his hand in front of his face. There wasn't even a creak of light beneath the door. He figured that he should wait for awhile before going out, and possibly into the hands of a kid with a paintball gun. He slid down the closet door and spread his feet out, accidentally kicking something in the darkness.

"Ouch!" said a voice, "What the hell?"

Kurt froze. "Who is that?" My voice is so high.

"Kurt? Jeez, what are you doing in here?"

"F…Finn?"

"Yeah it's Finn, now answer the question!"

"I was just trying to escape from a paintball gun… why are you in here?"

"I come here every fourth period to take a nap."

"Why don't you just go to the nurse's office?"

"…I dunno."

"Anyway, school's over."

"Huh… well, that happens sometimes. It's okay as long as you didn't close the door."

Silence. Awkward silence.

"You closed the door."

"Yeah."

"Shit."

More silence.

"And school's over?"

"Yeah."

"Double shit."

More silence.

"I figure the door locks whenever you close it."

"Yeah. There should have been like, a broom keeping it open or something?"

"I… kinda moved it. To escape."

"Well then."

"What?"

"It looks like we're trapped in here."

The silence melted into fret.

"Do you have your phone?"

"No, it's in my locker. Do you?"

"It's in my bag in my locker."

The fret melted into horror.

"Well it's not Friday, at least," Finn said, adjusting his position in the darkness. Kurt was too terrified to respond. Finn could sense it. "It's okay, dude, we'll get out of here, we'll just wait for the janitor to get here."

"What time does the janitor come?"

"Around six."

"Oh my god."

"What? That can only be like, three hours. Four hours."

"I can't go longer than seven and a half hours without bathing."

Finn couldn't keep himself from laughing.

"Do not laugh at me, Finn Hudson, this is a very serious matter."

"For some reason, I think you'll be okay. This has happened to me before."

"I'm going to start sweating. It's like, 75 degrees in here. These are Balmain jeans, Finn. They're imported from Paris. They cost over a thousand dollars."

"You're making this sound like my fault. You closed the door."

Kurt sighed.

"I'm sorry, I've just never been trapped in a closet before."

"I doubt that," Finn muttered under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing."

The two boys sat in the dark silence.

"Well, it seems we're going to be here awhile, so, we might as well talk."

"About what, Finn?"

"About last week. You seeing me with… Rachel."

"What about it."

"It didn't mean anything. It really didn't."

"Sure, Finn." Kurt laughed slightly, disbelieving Finn.

"It really didn't! She kissed me because she said that she thought I was down?"

"Sounds like Rachel."

"I was really surprised, myself. I mean, she's with Jesse."

"It's not a secret that she's completely infatuated with you, Finn. Even if she's with Jesse."

"What?"

"I'm just surprised this is news to you."

"God. I feel like such a jerk."

Kurt paused. "You're not," he said quietly.

"It just felt really wrong though. Kissing Rachel, I mean. I didn't enjoy it. And I've enjoyed kissing her before."

Kurt blushed in the dark and said, "I'm sure." He wished he could see Finn's face.

"I have your scarf by the way."

"What?"

"Your scarf? That you left in the choir room?"

"…With you?"

"Yeah, it's in my pocket."

Kurt cringed. Alexander McQueen was in his pocket.

"Kurt?"

"….Y…Yes?"

"Here?"

Kurt didn't realize that Finn had been holding the scarf out. He grabbed it and brushed it against his face.

"Oh god. Thank you so much, Finn. This is my favourite scarf."

"Sure."

Silence commenced yet again. Finn shuffled awkwardly, trying to get into a more comfortable position.

"I guess we can talk about that other thing too," Finn said, "our… fight."

"Are you still lingering on that?"

I knew he'd let it go. Why couldn't I do the same thing? Gah, I'm such a moron.

"I dunno. I guess I just felt really bad because you were crying and stuff and I like, yelled at you or whatever."

Kurt took a deep breath in.

"It's okay Finn… it's not your fault. Everything you said was right. I was being selfish and whiny. I'm sorry I projected my problems onto you. I felt… I felt just really awful."

"It's all right…"

"No, I just… I don't know. It's just that my dad and I don't really have a lot in common. And it makes me feel like… like there's something wrong with me," Kurt pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around his legs, "And sometimes I just really wish I wasn't… gay."

Finn shook his head a little bit. This conversation had just turned from normal to extremely uncomfortable in a matter of seconds.

"Because while I'm proud of who I am," Kurt said, "I have doubts. I have a lot of doubts. I've thought about what I'd give to be straight. For my dad, anyway. And so I wouldn't get beat up. I'd give up this scarf. And a lot more."

Finn snickered a little, "Well I guess if you were straight then you wouldn't have much of a need for it."

Silence. Oh god, Finn thought, Now he's mad at me.

Kurt chose to ignore Finn's comment.

"It would take some pressure off my dad, so he wouldn't have to deal with the calls. Or the bullying. Or the constant word, that constant three-letter word that I hear daily. That's carved into the paint on my locker. Fag! Here, faggot! We've got a dumpster treat for you! Faggity-Fag-Fag-Fag!"

Kurt fought back tears with all his might. He felt incredibly humiliated the week before when he cried in front of Finn, he didn't want to feel that again. Finn pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them, like Kurt had. He rested his chin in his arms dolefully.

"It's not even the word. It's just the look on my dad's face. Every time I get paint-balled or swirlie'd or shoved in a locker or anything like that, I go home and I see that look. The pain in his eyes is beyond imaginable. And I can't help but feel responsible. Like, it's me! It's because I'm gay. And if I wasn't then my dad… he wouldn't have to worry."

Kurt didn't know why he was suddenly explaining all of his feelings to Finn. The boy he hated less than a week ago and loved just before that.

"I'm sorry, Kurt."

"Sorry for what?"

"That was me. I was that one that would chase you down the halls calling you a fag and carving stuff into your locker. I didn't understand how much it hurt you. You just seemed so… confident. God… now I just feel like the biggest dipshit ever."

"I don't blame you."

"But I was such a… jerk! I would splash those slushies in your face daily. How can you not blame me?"

"Because I… care… about you."

Kurt had no idea what possessed him to say that. But he had. It wasn't quite confessing love, but it was pretty close.

"You… understand what it's like. To have a dead parent. I've never met anyone else my age who does. And even if we don't connect on too many other levels… I dunno. I can't help but feel some affiliation with you, whether you were throwing me in a dumpster or singing along with me and the other guys."

Finn wasn't sure how to respond. His heart was beating out of his chest. Why, he didn't know. Kurt took a deep breath in. Everything seemed to be happening at an increased rate in this janitor's closet. He decided to continue.

"Even before Glee. Before football. Before we were friends. I just saw you around and I knew that you could understand. And even if we never got to be good friends, I thought, hey, at least I'm not the only one. I can relate to you."

Another deep sigh in.

"I probably sound really stupid right now."

And then, it was silent. It was silent for a long time. Feelings were flying all over the place. The two boys just paused to take everything in. Now, Kurt really wished that he could see Finn's face. As if it wasn't enough that Kurt had just revealed his heart and soul to Finn, the fact that he didn't even know if Finn had fallen asleep, or was laughing at him, or anything, made him even more vulnerable.

Suddenly, a sound from the darkness.

"Finn?"

"You don't sound stupid at all," Finn responded.

Kurt heard another sound.

"Not at all."

Kurt felt a calloused hand brush his face, and then Finn's breath.

The kiss was extremely gentle. Finns' lips brushed Kurt's carefully, and his hand never left Kurt's cheek. He treated Kurt like he was made out of porcelain, fragile, scared, but loving. Kurt rose a hand to Finn's own cheek himself, and was surprised to find that his skin was moist with tears.

Naturally, Kurt wanted this moment to last forever. He felt like he was swimming above the world, where there were the stars and the silhouettes of the stars, aligned perfectly between the two of them.

Finn felt similar. When he had kissed Quinn this feeling wasn't there. When he had kissed Rachel this feeling wasn't there. Everything that Finn thought was beautiful or good in the world was in their kiss. It was as if every mistake either of them had made was crumbling away, to make up a true, honest, milieu.

Kurt turned toward Finn, not breaking their lips apart. Neither of them were thinking, they were just feeling. There was no lust involved. It was not awkward. The only word that could possibly describe the emotion gusting through their bodies, dissolving out of their pores, and into the atmosphere was purity.

When their lips hesitantly divided, the two of them were not in this dimension. They were flying, flying above the world, farther than the farthest stretch of the universe…

They will see us waving from Such Great Heights,

"Come down now," they'll say…

But everything looks perfect from far away,

"Come down now," but we'll stay...

xXx

Bawwwwwwww. Oh hot damn, Pulp Fiction is on. Time to go.

Such Great Heights is by The Postal Service (who, by the way, are over a thousand times better then Owl City.)

Glee isn't mine. It's Ryan Murphy's… lucky bastard :D