Mercedes and Kurt flopped down on his dad's living room couch after school. He dropped his back pack on the floor next to the couch and Mercedes dropped her's in front of her feet. Kurt's dad was still at work and so was Finn's mom, the plan was to study, but Kurt and Mercedes usually got so busy talking they didn't even open their back packs.
"Sometimes I just don't want to even give other people's relationships another thought," Kurt said, putting his feet up on the foot stool in front of him. Mercedes rubbed her temples and sighed.
"I know what you mean. Sometimes I just want to talk about MY relationships!" She winked and Kurt and he burst out laughing. They heard the door opened, craned their necks, and saw Finn walk in.
"Hey Kurt, Mercedes," he said when he saw them on the couch. He sat down in the recliner his mom brought when they moved in. "What are you up to?" He propped his own feet up on the coffee table.
"Homework," Kurt said at the same time Mercedes answered, "Gossip." They both started laughing. Finn could tell this conversation would keep erupting into giggles and he wasn't in the mood. He nodded absently, went to the kitchen, grabbed a snack and went upstairs. Mercedes and Kurt looked at each other and started laughing.
Finn sat on the edge of his bed for a moment, not really staring at anything, not really seeing anything. He thought about Rachel, he thought about Quinn, he thought about Brittany, he couldn't remember the last time he was in his room that he didn't think about Brittany, it was just a natural thing for a guy to do. He tried to think about his thoughts about each girl. Rachel made him feel, tired, she was pretty and she could be sweet, but he felt she was always pushing him in some direction or another. Thinking about Quinn made him feel, made him feel… so many things. He felt betrayed and hurt, always when her name and face popped into his head, knowing what she'd done with Puck, what she tried to pin on him. But then he felt a certain familiarity when he thought of her. With Brittany, he just thought of how she flung her hair around when she danced. And her legs, her long legs. Finn laid back on his bed and sighed, he had homework to get to.
"It sure is quiet up there," Mercedes commented, gesturing toward the stairs with her head. Kurt actually had his math book out, and a notebook, and was rummaging for a pencil.
"Yeah, you know, he has a lot of things to think about, he usually spends some time up there after school, processing, or, something," He got the pencil and sat back, and straightened up at the same time, "Let's get some work done, Mercedes, I'd love to be done with school work so I can talk to Blaine later." Mercedes obligingly got her math stuff out and flipped to the page they were on. She was good at math, Kurt was good at math, their study sessions were more of a race to see who could Finnish first, the loser had to check the answers to make sure they didn't make any mistakes.
As Mercedes worked a problem she thought about Finn upstairs, he was in his bedroom, she wondered how many girls he'd made out with up there on his bed. She hadn't been in his room, so she couldn't picture it. Kurt was the only boy's room she'd been in, and they only talked, of course. Suddenly Mercedes found herself putting her book and paper on the coffee table, she headed for the stairs. Kurt was so immersed in his work he didn't notice she was gone.
Mercedes came to the top of the stairs, she knew Kurt's room was downstairs because she'd helped him with some of his interior design, she looked at the doors, they were all open but one. Bathroom-check, master bedroom-check, a small den-nice! She stopped at the closed door, it smelled like teenage boy, or teenage man? No, teenage boy. She put her hand up to knock but then thought better of it and slowly turned the knob.
Finn was laying on his back on one side of his bed, he had his arm over his eyes, his other arm hanging off the bed. Mercedes pushed the door shut all the way. Finn lifted his head to see who was in his room.
"Mercedes?" He frowned. She sat down on the bed next to him.
"You had a big day today, Finn," she said quietly, "And you are ending your day as a single man," she settled down on her side next to him. Finn didn't move a muscle. Mercedes put a hand on his chest and propped her head up with her other arm, her elbow leaning on the bed.
"I-" Finn started. Mercedes put her Finnger on his lips, bent down and kissed him. Much to her surprise he kissed her back, he put his hand up on the back of her neck and held her so she couldn't back up, and kissed her back!
Downstairs Kurt zoomed through his last problem and looked up expectantly at Mercedes' empty spot. He frowned and looked at her paper, she only did three problems. That was odd. Kurt walked to the kitchen, she wasn't there, he checked the hall bathroom, the door was open, the light was off, the room was empty. He glanced out the front window, she wasn't outside, sometimes she stepped out to take a call or a juicy text so Kurt wouldn't tease her and make her type something ridiculous or if she was talking say something crazy.
Suddenly Kurt heard a noise. He walked to the bottom of the steps and listened carefully. He took three steps up and froze, listening.
"Oh. My. God." Kurt whispered to himself. He dashed up the stairs noiselessly and stopped at the top of the stairs. "Ohmygod," he gasped all in one breath. He tiptoed closer to Finn's door, he could hear the bed rattling, he could hear breathing, he could hear other noises.
"Finn!" he heard the unmistakable sound of Mercedes' voice, but he'd never heard her sound like that. Then he heard a groan, the kind of noise Finn made when he got sacked on the football field. Kurt put his hand out to take the door knob, but then he came to his senses and hurried back downstairs. He picked his phone up, then set it down. He picked his math up, then set it down.
"Blaine, oh do I need to talk to you!" he said quietly. Then he felt uncomfortable, what should he do? Should he keep his math in front of him and pretend he was doing work when Mercedes came down? Should he fix something to eat in the kitchen? Should he go outside and call Blaine? He didn't want Mercedes and Finn to know he'd heard them. What the hell was going on? Did he just think to himself, "Mercedes and Finn?" Mercedes and Finn! MERCEDES AND Finn! A thump against the wall upstairs caught his attention. "Ohmygod!" Kurt said to himself once again, and he grabbed his cell and ran outside.
Blaine, I need to talk. He texted. His phone vibrated in his hands immediately. What is it Kurt? Kurt was about to text, but his thumbs were frozen. He looked around, there were kids playing across the street. He looked into the open garage, there was a car in there his dad had been working on, he jumped into the front seat and called Blaine.
"Blaine, it's me, Kurt!" He breathed.
"What's wrong? You sound sort of out-of-breath," Blaine answered.
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you! But, I have to say something to someone, I just, can't believe I'm saying this!" Kurt gasped. He was so shocked he was shaking, he tried to calm his voice so he could speak. "Mercedes and Finn are upstairs, in Finn's room, right now," He began.
"Yes? So?" Blaine couldn't imagine what the big deal could be.
"Having sex! They are doing it, Blaine! Mercedes," Kurt lowered his voice to an even lower whisper, "And Finn!" Kurt winced when he heard the sound of Blaine's phone hit the floor.