Sorry for the wait, fellas. Here's a fun chapter for you. But don't worry, because the arc will come again soon.

xXx

Finn was amazed that he hadn't been lynched yet. He knew that coming out to the club that he was with Kurt was basically coming out to the school- with Brittany and Santana in the club, anyway, who were basically oracles of gossip. As soon as Finn sat by Kurt, Santana was already texting everyone she knew.

Once again, Finn wasn't gay. He knew he liked girls, still liked girls, but he also knew he loved Kurt. Kurt just happened to be a guy. But he'd walk in that way and smile that smile that just sent Finn into a whirlwind. His heart would beat in his stomach when Kurt's eyelids fluttered shut when he kissed him. When they would end a hug and Kurt would slide his hands over Finn's shoulders and stomach lovingly. When Kurt would adjust the collar of Finn's shirts and ran his fingers through Finn's hair. Every time Kurt did those little things, Finn just kept his mind on the mail.

He figured that everyone was too shocked to say anything to him. He didn't blame them. He wasn't even sure how this had all happened either. He was the star of the football team who used to splash slushies in Kurt's face. Now I sing show tunes and splash other things in his face, Finn thought. Then he suddenly realized what he had just thought. Oh god. That turned out wrong. Uh. I meant like, kissing him? I guess? Hopefully nobody in here can read minds.

He looked around his English class. If anyone can read my mind, cough now, he thought. Nobody coughed. He sighed in relief.

xXx

"How did it happen?" Tina asked Kurt curiously, "I thought that Finn was straight."

"He still is, I think," Kurt responded, fixing his hair in the mirror in his salon/bedroom.

"Well then how in the heeeeell did you get him to get in with you?" Mercedes retorted.

"I didn't make him do anything he didn't want to," Kurt said, "I didn't turn him gay or anything."

"It doesn't seem like it from here," Mercedes commented.

"He tells me that he loves me, but he still talks about girls and stuff," Kurt explained, "He also doesn't refer to me as his boyfriend. I'm still a friend in his eyes."

"But you guys kiss and stuff. And he tells you he loves you? How can he only consider you a friend?" Tina questioned.

"I'm not going to push him to compromise himself for me," Kurt said, turning away from the mirror, "I was amazed he even told people that we were together. But he's Finn. He's not exactly the type to call me sweetie or darling. I'm still a guy. Even if we are together, he doesn't want to treat me like a girl."

Kurt sighed and sat in one of his modern art deco chairs.

"He doesn't know how to love a boy yet."

xXx

Kurt was struggling to carry his Tommy Hilfiger tote, which was packed to the brim with homework. Kurt didn't usually mind his teachers, but he didn't know why they all conspired to give him huge projects in the same week. Abruptly, he felt someone grab his bag for him. He looked over at Finn.

"Here, let me," Finn smiled.

"Thank you, Finn," Kurt smiled in return.

Finn threw the multicolored bag over his unoccupied shoulder, his backpack being on the other.

"Excited for Glee?" Finn asked brightly.

"Yeah. I wonder if Mr. Schuester will let me sing that Simon and Garfunkel song?"

"He should, you sing it really good."

Kurt smiled again and then grabbed Finn's hand. The two boys practically skipped down the hallway, until a blue slushie met both of their faces.

"Ha-ha, faaags!" a beefy teen boy laughed as he ran down the hallway.

Kurt and Finn froze with their mouths open as the ice dripped down their chins. They both looked at each other simultaneously.

"Bathroom?"

"Bathroom."

The two ran into the nearest boy's bathroom they could and Kurt immediately grabbed a paper towel to wipe off his face.

"Wait," Finn said.

"What?" Kurt wiped his eyes off, at least. Finn looked around the bathroom, and then walked up to Kurt.

"Blue Raspberry is my favourite flavour," Finn said. Wow, that was lame, he thought directly after. Kurt raised his eyebrows but then smiled when Finn kissed his neck, slurping some of the drink off.

"Yeah? Well grape is my favourite," Kurt replied, kissing Finn's cheek, and sipping some slurpie off of him. Finn laughed. The two young boys looked into each other's eyes, and Kurt wiped off Finn's face with the paper towel he had grabbed earlier, and Finn grabbed his hand and smiled.

Kurt was happy. He couldn't think of a time when he had been happier, even with the high fructose corn syrup staining his shirt. Until he realized that he had forgotten to bring an extra pair of clothes (as he was wearing his Cheerio's uniform today).

"Oh no," Kurt said.

"What?"

"I forgot to bring an extra pair of clothes," Kurt worried, washing his face off.

"Uh…" Finn thought hard to find a solution for Kurt, "I have my basketball clothes in my gym locker, you could wear those."

Kurt looked over to Finn, skeptical.

"Your basketball clothes?"

Finn shrugged.

"Well what will you wear?" Kurt solicited.

"I have an extra shirt of my own."

"…Your basketball clothes."

"…Yeah?"

Kurt looked at himself in the mirror, pondering. School was over, he could just run home and change quickly. But then he might miss his opportunity to show Mr. Schuester his solo for Glee if he was late. He felt the blue drink dripping farther and farther down his back and sighed.

"Okay then."

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Kurt hadn't been in the locker room since his brief time in Football a few months ago. It still smelled the same, however. Finn unlocked his locker and grabbed his uniform and handed it to Kurt.

"I need to rinse first…" Kurt said, eyeing the showers.

"Sure."

"Do you have a robe?"

"…What?"

Kurt sighed.

"Or a towel?"

"Oh, yeah," Finn said, grabbing a blue towel out of his locker and handing it to Kurt. Kurt nodded and went off into the shower part of the locker room.

"I'm going to get my homework," Finn called to Kurt.

"Okay!"

Finn exited the vacant locker room and went to his locker. As he opened it, he thought hard about what homework he needed to get, but he had forgotten. Whatever, he thought, closing the locker, it's not a big deal.

As he walked back into the locker room, he could hear the shower going.

"Kurt?"

No response. Finn shrugged, figuring that Kurt couldn't hear him over the running water.

Suddenly, from the nook of the showers, humming.

"My funny valentine… sweet, comic valentine, you make me smile, with my heart…"

Finn's ears perked.

"Your looks are laughable, unphotographable, yet you're my favourite work of art…"

Kurt was singing in the shower, naturally. So much for a "rinse", Finn thought.

"Is your figure less than greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak, are you smart?"

Finn sat on the bench, listening to Kurt, who was unawares he was there. Finn opened his own mouth, singing along with Kurt.

"But don't change your hair for me, not if you care for me, stay little valentine, stay…"

The water shut off. Finn listened to the scruffing of the towel against Kurt's hair and Kurt's bare feet smacking against the concrete and tile.

"Oh, Finn…" Kurt blushed as he exited the shower with the towel around his waist. When he was on the team, he usually had his robe for after-showers. Finn was unnerved, he'd seen a lot of his friends shirtless, but then he realized that this was Kurt. And he'd never seen Kurt shirtless. He stood up briskly.

"Uh, Kurt! H… here," he handed his clothes to Kurt. Kurt reached over and grabbed the uniform.

"Th…thanks again, Finn."

At the sight of Kurt wet and half naked, Finn kept re-running through his mind, Mail. Mail. Think of the mail. Broken windshield. Mom screaming. Mail. Finn pulled his striped rugby shirt down, as if he was trying to hide something as Kurt turned toward the showers again. But then he stopped. Let's try something, he thought.

"Hey Finn?" he said, turning.

"Yes?" Finn gulped.

"Thanks again. You're a good boyfriend."

You're a good boyfriend. Those words irked through Finn's mind like a broken nerve ending. They echoed in regions of his brain that he didn't know existed. Boyfriend. Kurt's boyfriend. I'm Kurt's boyfriend? Finn suddenly got extremely pale and gulped as Kurt's beacon-esque blue eyes pierced his soul.

"Y…you're a good… uh, boyfriend too. Kurt."

xXx

My friend Alicia is seeing Glee in concert tomorrow and I'm exceptionally jealous. Just saying.

Also, LOST IS OVER! SO SAD! But it was a good run. I'm happy to have put six years of my life toward Lost. See you in another life, brotha 3

My Funny Valentine is by Chet Baker. Well, my favourite version is.

Glee belongs to Fox.