A/N: Quick update (sort of)? Well, I technically had this chapter ready before the last one, so... yeah. I know there are a bunch of fics out there like this chapter, but I hope it's still sort of enjoyable :)

And 'Funeral'? Loved the Furt moment(s), but I felt really bad for Sue. And Becky. And Finn. And... probably some others as well. I'm just curious to find out for how long Sue will be able to not try to bring down the Glee club. Time will tell, I suppose )

Anyway, hopefully you'll like this chapter, and please leave a review afterwards! :)

"Finn?"

When his stepbrother didn't answer, Kurt nudged Finn's bedroom door open with his shoulder. There was no one in the room, which probably meant that Finn was trying to find himself some snacks. Shaking his head at how unhealthy some people (a.k.a. the New Directions guys) lived, Kurt carefully placed the two glasses of milk he was carrying at Finn's desk.

Finn had probably expected to be back soon, as he had left his laptop, and his browser, opened. What Kurt saw on there scarred him for life – or at least for the remainder of the night.

No – it would probably keep haunting him forever.

Since when did Finn even watch porn? It seemed that Kurt had seriously underestimated his stepbrother's… well, what exactly? His needs? His wants? His… sexual frustration?

Not something Kurt wanted to think about in combination with the scene right in front of him.

But – wait a minute… maybe Finn had gotten here accidentally. One glance at the playtime told Kurt that that was highly unlikely. Trying to keep his eyes away from the gross picture on the desktop, Kurt sat down behind the laptop.

Perhaps Puckerman had sent Finn a link, telling him he had to watch this, and Finn, suspecting nothing, had clicked it and…

That still didn't explain why he had already watched two-thirds of it.

Tentatively, Kurt peeked at the screen and hastily opened another window. He clicked the browser history, not entirely sure if he wanted to see it. Then again – if this was a once-but-never-before thing, he could easily (try to) forget about this. If it wasn't… well, he'd have to think about that.

As he scanned over the browser history, Kurt quickly concluded that he'd better start thinking about the consequences (for Finn, of course) – this definitely wasn't the first time Finn had watched… a movie like this. Kurt shuddered, inwardly and outwardly.

Still – this might come in handy one day. He quickly print screened the page and attached that to an e-mail to himself. After logging off – he didn't want to imagine what Finn would do once he found out that Kurt's e-mailbox was opened on his laptop – he was, once more, faced with the horrifying images that Finn had been watching minutes earlier.

He was almost relieved that Finn chose that moment to return to his room. He almost ran into the room, clutching a bag of Doritos to his chest (Kurt pulled a disgusted face at that – because seriously, not only were Doritos ridiculously unhealthy, but Finn could actually eat while watching this? Scratch that - what straight teenage guy ate while watching porn?). The moment he spotted Kurt, however, he froze.

"Kurt!" He exclaimed after a few seconds. "What brings you here?"

Rolling his eyes, Kurt nodded at the two glasses on Finn's desk. "I came to bring you your milk. You know, like I've done for several months now?"

Finn nodded, still not appearing quite at ease – as he should, Kurt thought with some satisfaction. "And… what are you looking at?" Finn asked cautiously.

"I'm looking at what you were looking at," Kurt replied, smirking inwardly at how confusing that might sound for Finn. "Honestly, Finn – porn?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Finn quickly denied the accusation.

"Don't act like that, Finn," Kurt told him. "We both know what's going on here."

"I'm a healthy teenage boy, of course I watch porn," Finn whispered loudly. "I mean," he added as Kurt just kept staring him down, "a straight teenage boy. That's what I meant. Not that it's wrong that you're not – "

"Finn," Kurt interrupted him, smiling a little. "You're getting off-topic here. What we're dealing with here is me catching you with porn and – "

"So you were watching it too!" Finn said victoriously. "And you were snooping around!"

"Something I'm sure our parents will be willing to forgive me for when – "

"Please don't tell my mum," Finn pleaded, interrupting him. "Please, Kurt – surely you – "

"Don't finish that question," Kurt warned him. "I will neither confirm nor deny that. The point is – I've got proof."

Before Finn could retaliate in whatever way possible, his phone rang. Swiftly throwing the Doritos on his bed, he picked up.

"Dude, what's wrong?" he almost shouted down the phone, causing Kurt to raise his eyebrows in interest. "Yes, I – no, what? Rachel's throwing a party? But why?"

Rachel was throwing a party? Kurt felt almost offended that he hadn't received an invitation yet.

"A New Directions party?" Finn then asked, and the reason for Kurt not being invited suddenly became clear. "Yeah, I – when? This Saturday?"

Kurt thought for a moment. Saturday? He was fairly sure he was going to the movies with Blaine on Saturday, but they could probably do that on Friday as well – or maybe a week later.

He really missed his old Glee club, and if they were having a party, Kurt was going to, even if he had to invite himself. Maybe he could even bring Blaine along. He'd be spending time with his McKinley friends, and his best friend at Dalton. That was certainly something he couldn't miss out on. It had to be the best combination ever.

He would need some help from inside, though, not even Kurt was self-confident enough to think he could pull this off all by himself. Mercedes would probably help, he figured.

"Yeah, I'll be there," Finn ended his phone conversation with whomever had called (Kurt suspected Puck, but he wasn't sure).

Finn.

Kurt smirked, not bothering to hide it this time. "Got a party coming up?" he asked innocently, reaching for his milk before it cooled down. He even handed Finn his glass. More eagerly than Kurt was sure he would ever dare to admit to his friends, Finn gulped the milk down.

"Yes, I do," he then replied, seeming disappointed that there was no more milk left. "Rachel's throwing one for – never mind. She wants to throw a party; apparently, her dads are out of town."

Kurt hummed softly. "I never expected Rachel to be so rebellious as to throw a party for a bunch of teenagers when her dads aren't home," he mused out loud. "Hey, Finn – you don't think that they would mind if I tagged along, right?"

Finn looked doubtful. "I don't know, dude – it is a New Directions party… and seeing as you go to Dalton now…"

"Will you help me sneak in?" Kurt asked. "And, I don't know, perhaps Blaine as well?"

Now Finn shook his head resolutely. "No way, absolutely not. You coming is one thing, but Blaine?"

Kurt huffed. "You know Blaine, Finn, as do most of them. Nobody will mind one bit if we're there."

"I'm not helping you," Finn told him. "Under no circumstances – "

"I already sent a picture of your browser history to myself," Kurt interrupted him, narrowing his eyes at Finn. "I could easily show your mum – "

"That's not cool, dude," Finn moaned, falling back onto his bed. "That is… cruel. You're blackmailing me!"

"Sure am, Finn," Kurt said, raising his eyebrows in expectation (though secretly proud that Finn knew that word). "So, what do you say? Will you let Blaine and me tag along with you to Rachel's party, making everyone happy, or do I have to show your mum what you've been doing on the internet lately, making everybody unhappy?"

Finn scowled at him. "That's a low blow, Kurt," he said flatly. "Seriously. Not cool."

"You already said that," Kurt responded, feeling a little bored. "Anyway," he continued, standing up, "I'm going to go back to go back to my room now, and I want to know your decision before ten, okay? That way I can make plans with Blaine tomorrow, and – "

"Fine," Finn muttered with a scowl. "I'll take you. But don't blame me if you're not welcomed with open arms."

"I think I'll take that chance," Kurt said, shrugging.

"And you're deleting that picture from your e-mail," Finn demanded, but Kurt shook his head.

"Not yet, Finn. Maybe after the party. Who knows how quickly you'll change your mind about letting us tag along with you if I erase that picture right now." With that, Kurt stood up and walked out of the room. In the doorway, he turned around one final time. "Oh, and Finn – do me a favour, will you? Delete all that porn – it'll only attract a bunch of spam and viruses and I'm sure you won't be happy when that happens."

Finn blinked at this. "It does?" he asked. "Well – fine then. I'll ask Puck about it first, though…"

"What a reliable source," Kurt muttered to himself.

"Goodnight, Kurt," Finn shouted, sounding more than a little bit annoyed now, as Kurt had to contain himself from skipping down the hallway to his own room. He was going to a New Directions party, and Blaine was coming too – at least, Kurt expected him to, and what else could Blaine be doing on a Saturday night anyway, especially when they'd already made plans?

It was going to be the best party ever.

A/N: Re-reading this, something seems off here - but I'm not sure what. But, what did you think? Please let me know, and leave a review! :D