[So sorry this chapter took so long. I know, I know. It's ultra-unrealistic. And it's not the best chapter ever. But just think of it as a bridge to the awesome smut I'm planning on attempting later in the story.]

When I woke up, I knew I had passed out. I didn't have one of those 'WHAT-THE-FUCK—WHERE-AM-I' moments that characters have in movies.

I didn't open my eyes right away. I prayed that I was back at home, in my bed. I prayed that somehow, Finn had carried me to the car, and was now far enough away that we wouldn't have to discuss the kiss. But as feeling returned to my body, I knew this wasn't the case. Unless my bed had gotten really hard and tile-y, I was still lying on the floor of that damned bathroom. Fuck.

I sat up. Too quickly. As the room spun around him, the blurry, Finn-shaped blob asked: "You okay?"

NO, I'M NOT OKAY, ASSHOLE. I GOT THE SHIT KICKED OUT OF ME AND THEN YOU KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?

Honesty was not the best policy here. I answered, "Uh. Yes. I think so," I glanced down at my white t-shirt. It was all bloody and crusty. Great. "Ugh. Finn. That's going to stain. Take me home, I need to wash it out."

Thankfully, our bags were still sitting undisturbed outside of the bathroom. Finn kept looking at me like I was going to collapse at any second, but I was walking, resolutely, on my own.

The cooler outside air slapped at my face in the parking lot, and helped me stay on my feet. Finn dumped the bags in the back and was walking to the driver's side when I suddenly found myself on the ground again. "Damn," I said, "I'm a little bit dizzier than I thought."

Finn dashed around to my side of the car. Instead of proffering his hand to help me, he scooped me up into his arms and placed me into my seat.

If I thought that morning's car ride was the most awkward of my life, it was nothing compared to this one. Finn kept fidgeting, and a few times he'd open his mouth and look at me, as if to speak, only to close it again and re-affix his eyes on the road.

Finally, I'd had enough. "Finn. Pull over."

"What's wrong? Do you feel sick? I can still call 911 if you want me to."

"No, Finn, I'm fine, for the most part. But we need to talk. Now."

"Um.. okay. What about?"

I rolled my eyes skyward, and kept my gaze latched on the celling. There was no way I could look at him while I said this. "Unless I hit my head a lot harder than I thought, you kissed me. In that bathroom. On the mouth."

Finn looked like he wanted to dive out of the car into traffic. "Um, yes. I guess I did. Yeah."

"You GUESS you did? What the hell, Finn. Why did you kiss me?" Oh god, shit, damn, fuck. I'm crying. Why does this always happen to me? "Why did you kiss me?"

And then, to my utter shock, Finn undid both of our seatbelts, and pulled me over into his lap. "Shh. Don't cry. I'm sorry, Kurt. I should have told you first, but you looked so upset, and still so cute-"

I was filled with copious amounts of warm-fuzzies at this statement, until my brain realized that Finn Hudson probably shouldn't have said it. "Wait. You think I'm cute? Finn… what does this mean? You're…?"

Finn looked a little panicked. "I don't know. I might be. All I know is that ever since you transferred to Dalton I've missed you more and more. I've missed you so much. And I started to dream about you. And at first, they were normal dreams. Well," Finn paused, searching for words, "as normal as dreams get, you know?"

I nodded.

"But then, one night I had a dream, and we were together. You know…" He looked at me helplessly, "Really together. And I liked it, so much. And then that was all I could think about. And then Rachel introduced me to her dads, and I got insanely jealous, because that was the exact kind of relationship I wanted with you." He took a deep breath. "So yes. I think I might be. Gay."

He must have seen the incredulous look on my face, because then he said, "Or at least bi, with a very strong attraction to a certain Kurt Hummel."

My brain short circuited for a second, trying to take this all in. "Oh," I said.

"Oh? All you can say is 'Oh?' Come on, Kurt, I'm kinda freaking out here."

Finn did look really nervous. But I still didn't understand. "You mean, before the Dalton thing, you'd never guessed, never suspected? Because I find that hard to believe."

Finn blushed, "Well, I had occasional… insights?" He looked at me. "Is that the right word? Whatever." He took a breath and continued. "The first time Sam changed in the locker room, I caught myself staring more than I should have been. I mean, he's cute, right?"

I laughed outright at his question. "Yea, he is. Not really my type, though."

Finn smiled and looked at me. "Mine neither. Oh. And there was this one thing between Puckerman and I that we don't really talk about, but I liked it a lot more than I let on. Except, even then I caught my subconscious pretending he was you."

"Huh." Finn had efficiently rendered me speechless. I climbed out of his lap, re-buckled my seatbelt, and turned to him. "Let's head home."

"But.." Finn looked at me, obviously expecting some sort of answer from me, some sort of closure.

But I really wasn't ready to reply to his revelation. I really needed time to think.

"You'll have to give me some time to mull this over, Finn. I don't really know what to say."

Finn looked a little heartbroken as he said, "I understand, Kurt, I really do."

I smiled at him. "Thanks. For everything. For saving me and for telling me all of that. Oh. And for carrying my bags."

"Kurt?" Finn looked uncomfortable again. "I have one more thing to confess."

"Oh dear. Well, you'd better just say it, then."

"Before. When I was… in my room? And you thought you heard me say your name?"

I nodded slowly.

"It's because I did. I was… um… thinking about you. I was thinking about how good you looked in my t-shirt."

"Does that mean I can keep it?"

"Sure."