Dear Kurt,

Do you really think this will work? Finn isn't an idiot. I'm worried he'll see right through you, not that you're bad at this sort of trickery or anything. It just seems like this plan is a little too easy. Maybe spice it up a little? Sing a song or something?

Warm regards,

Rachel

Rachel-

I'm positive this'll help. And you're wrong on that one, Finn (like most men) is definitely an idiot. I, on the other hand, am a complete genius when it comes to the male mind. This is gonna work! And no songs! Save it for glee club.

-Kurt

"Come on, Blaine! We're already late!" Kurt jumped from his boyfriend's car, throwing open the driver's side door to help Blaine out. Grumbling that he didn't have time to bring a dish, he reached over and tried to undo his boyfriend's buckle.

Blaine laughed, grasping Kurt's hand between two fingers and placing it at his side. "I can unbuckle myself, thanks. You seem really stressed, is everything alright?." He climbed out of the car and pulled Kurt into his arms. "It's just dinner, you know."

"I'm not stressed, just in a hurry." Kurt would never be stressed about Blaine having dinner with his parents. Who wouldn't love Blaine? He just wanted to get his plan into action. "Now get your cute butt in my dad's house." Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and dragged him to the front door. He pulled out his worn silver key and opened the door just as Burt was walking past.

"Kurt! There you are, I was just about to call. It's good to see you, Blaine." He extended a hand, which Blaine took that firm handshake Kurt admired.

"It's nice to see you too, sir."

"Blaine, for the last time, call me Burt."

"Alright s- Burt." Blaine smiled, embarrassed.

"Alright, can we please eat now? I'm starved." Kurt took hold of his boyfriend again and led him to the dining room table. A roasted chicken sat on the table, along with mashed potatoes and a large bowl of green beans. Kurt pulled out his chair and the one next to it. He pointed at Blaine's butt, then at the chair. "This goes here."

Blaine laughed. "Okay then." The two were joined by Burt and Carole, but Finn was no where to be seen.

"Where's Finn?" Kurt asked, peering around the kitchen. Finn was hard to miss.

"In his room. He didn't feel up to dinner," Carole said worriedly.

Burt rolled his eyes. "Kurt is never home. He should be in here to see his brother." The burly man threw down his napkin, but Kurt slid out of his chair before his father had the chance.

"I'll get him, it's okay." He walked to the basement door, giving Blaine a wave before running down the steps. There was Finn, laying on his bed with a dejected look in his eyes.

"You can't just stare at the ceiling forever, you know." Kurt frowned. Rachel really broke Finn's heart. "You'll have to leave our room at some point."

"I know." Finn rolled to his side. "And I'm sorry I can't eat with-"

"Oh, no. No, no, no." Kurt ran over and grabbed his stepbrother by the shoulders. "Tonight, you get over yourself and eat with my boyfriend and that's final." He pulled Finn up and out of bed. "Carole made your favorite. You have to come upstairs for that, at least."

Finn sighed. "Fine. But this is for the chicken, not you." He rolled out of bed at the speed of a ninety year-old man with a displaced hip. Kurt gave his friend a worried glance.

"Finn? Are you depressed?"

"What? No." He crossed his arms defensively, reminding Kurt of a three year-old. "What makes you think that?"

"You know what? Nevermind. Let's just go eat."

Dinner passed smoothly. Though it wasn't the real reason he was here, Kurt was glad his family liked Blaine. Finn picked at his food while Burt and Blaine talked sports and Kurt told his stepmother about his recent classes.

Kurt flirted with his boyfriend and tried his best to show off. It was all part of the plan; remind Finn of how great it is to be in a relationship, and he'll want one too. Hopefully.

Burt left for his seat by the television while Carole did the dishes. Kurt headed downstairs, his brother and boyfriend in tow. He popped a movie into the DVD player without even looking at the title. The movie didn't matter; Kurt was just going to talk through it anyway.

"So, Finn," he said, throwing himself on the white couch, "How's school been?"

"Fine, I guess." He sat on one side of Kurt with Blaine on the other, Kurt leaning against his boyfriend's shoulder.

"And glee club?" This question was serious, partly because Kurt missed the gang, and partly to spy on the enemy.

"Good. It's kinda tense though, you know? Mr. Schuester is trying to loosen us up, so our assignment for the week is upbeat pop, or something like that." Finn sighed. "I'm not doing anything though, I don't really think I can do a happy song right now."

"Huh." Kurt made a mental note of that. He had the perfect song for Rachel.

They continued to chat, Kurt lively and Finn... well, he was talking, so it counts. Blaine was quiet, probably trying to be respectful. I need to flaunt this a little more. Cuddling clearly isn't enough.

"Excuse me," Finn stood sluggishly and headed toward the bathroom. Perfect. Kurt turned to his Blaine, giving him his best look of seduction.

"What?"

"You know what."

"Here?"

"Yes, here!" Kurt straddled his boyfriend and began planting small kisses down his neck.

"Kurt, stop it." Blaine laughed, but kept his voice at a whisper. "Your brother is gonna catch us!"

"Let him." Kurt kept trailing his lips across Blaine, finally reaching his mouth. Blaine opened it to protest, but Kurt jammed his tongue down Blaine's throat, effectively silencing him with a small moan. They kissed, Blaine shifting Kurt off his lap and laying him across the couch. The slender boy pulled Blaine on top of him and fiddled with the top button of his shirt.

No, making out with Blaine on the couch wasn't part of the plan. But it was sure as hell going to catch Finn's attention. The toilet flushed and Finn stepped out. The scene caught him completely off guard.

"Oh, ummm... Uhh..." Finn awkwardly walked back into the bathroom and shut the door. "Sorry."

"Shit," Blaine mumbled mid-kiss. He climbed off his boyfriend, cheeks flushed, and fixed his shirt. "Sorry, Finn."

Kurt giggled fiendishly, giving Blaine another kiss as he sat up. "You can come out of there, you know."

"You sure? You don't need to fin-"

"No, Finn, we're done."

He left the bathroom and sat back down. Blaine and Finn were silent for the rest of the movie, but Kurt was completely giddy. Finn had this look on his face that could've been described as contemplative, had Kurt not known that Finn had never been contemplative about anything in his life. He was thinking about Rachel, Kurt was sure of it.

The plan was underway.

Blaine was already in the car, letting Kurt say good-bye to his family. After hugging his parents, he pulled Finn aside. "You won't tell them about what happened downstairs, right?"

"No, it's fine, Kurt."

"Good, because you know I'd never to that to you and Rach-" He cut himself off, putting on an apologetic frown. "I didn't-"

"I know. It's okay."

Kurt opened his mouth, pausing for dramatic effect. "You should consider getting back together with her. She's sorry, you know." Before Finn could respond, Kurt gave him a wink and raced out the door. The plan had gone off without a hitch.