Ummm to parphrase Kathy Griffin if I may...HOLY FREAKING BALLS people. I suspected you all might like what the last chapter brought but I...I...Dear God I did not expect that! I loved every last second of it don't get me wrong but you all just bowled me over with your support and total love. Never have I ever had a single chapter be so well received. I'm still a little in shock over it all. So until I can't look at all that love and not start blinking in total freak out mode...please accept this blanket OMG I LOVE YOU ALL AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR REVEIWS YOU ALL RULE LIKE A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT for now?

Oh and just cause thise was just revealed tonight...Matt's mom is a Latina...and this story is sooo not over yet. I thought the last part was the most important part myself. And yes I know this is a little shorter than the past two...but hopefully Idina will make the next one longer.

This was better than Lady Gaga and Beyonce doing an entire CD and tour together, Kurt decided.

It was entirely possible that as a result of hitting his head on the steering wheel harder than he thought, he was in reality passed out cold behind the wheel of his car. But if he was dreaming, then this was miles above his usual fantasy of performing a kickass solo on the Tonys plus winning the Actor in a Musical prize on the same night Rachel Berry's mic blows out, no one can hear her and she loses to the latest can't sing movie starlit to spend a few months on her hiatus from a crappy TV show. And if he wasn't actually kissing Matt Rutherford while in Matt's bedroom then he really didn't want to wake up.

Because dear Gucci, could Matt kiss.

It had taken him roughly five seconds to fully realize what had just happened. Matt had said he liked him and then kissed him. There were a million questions swirling around his head but for the life of him, Kurt couldn't be bothered to stop long enough to ask them. Answers could come later. Right now the only thing that was going to stop him was the need for oxygen. And if he could figure out a way to go without that, then even that was optional.

As their lips continued to move over each other, Matt's hand slid up to cup Kurt's face. Allowing himself to be pulled closer, Kurt slid his hands up Matt's arms settling his fingers in his hair. Feeling Kurt bite his lower lip, Matt slid his other hand down to Kurt's waist, tangling his own fingers in the softness of the smaller boy's hair.

It had been pure impulse that Matt wasn't entirely sure where it came from to kiss Kurt, but it was one he would thank his lucky starts he actually decided to follow. He'd be lying if he claimed he had never thought about this but reality was blowing his every half-guilty daydream out of the water. Feeling his lungs begin to burn from the lack of oxygen, Matt pulled back just enough to hear a soft whimper come from Kurt. Smiling softly, he rested his forehead against Kurt's, drawing in a shaky breath.

"I didn't plan this." He whispered, saying the only words that came to his mind.

"Damn. That kind of takes away from the whole movie moment we had going on here." Kurt laughed. He pulled back slightly and only then did Matt notice the flush that had taken residence on the paler boy's cheeks. Or that his fingers were still perched against them. He started to move them and couldn't help but smile when Kurt's hand flew up to stop him.

"Just so we're straight, so to speak," Kurt began "you just told me you were gay in so many words?"

"In actions technically." Matt nodded his head. "But yeah. Again not exactly the way I saw that going."

"And you and Quinn are not dating." A part of him did feel a little ridiculous asking for clarification on this point, but Kurt remembered his own brief and ill-advised foray into heterosexual relationships with Brittany all too well. There were days he couldn't be sure if Brittany even realized they were no longer dating.

"No. Just friends. She's seeing a guy from Carmel. Doesn't want anyone to meet him yet." Matt confirmed. "You and Sam? You broke up?"

"I think so." Kurt admitted. "Or at least if that wasn't him dumping me, I was going to break up with him."

"Good. Good." Any words he could think to say seemed stupid and unnecessary but he needed to at least make an attempt at going about this like a normal person.

"Does anyone else know?" Kurt asked. Seeing confusion cloud Matt's features he quickly clarified. "I mean about you being gay."

"My sister."

"So we probably shouldn't be doing this here then." Kurt said slowly as he unconsciously started to move closer to Matt.

"Yeah. Probably not. "Matt agreed as his fingers tightened on Kurt's shirt.

"Yeah I really do suck at plans." Kurt whispered before he leaned in to kiss Matt, twisting his fingers in the cotton of his t-shirt.

Their first kiss had been all about pent up emotions exploding at the chance to be expressed. This time, while no less intense, it was about discovery. An overwhelming need to catalogue every taste and texture swept through them both. The cause of every sigh demanded investigation. Deeping the kiss, they slid backwards until Kurt felt his back hit the rigid metal bed frame. Ignoring the sting in favor of exploring the smoothness of Matt's forearms, Kurt pulled Matt closer to him opening his mouth slightly. Matt followed Kurt's lead, lightly biting the other boy's lower lip. His hands slid down, searching for the ends of the purple button down shirt Kurt had on. His fingers had just found their target when the loud slam of a door hitting the wall startled them both.

"Dude. What the hell?" His 12 year old brother Steven stood in the doorway, his mouth hanging open. Just beyond Steven's shoulder, Matt could make out the form of 13 year old Gabriel, his eyes wide with shock. "You're kissing a dude?"

"What did you say?" Marian Rutherford's voice came from just out of eye sight, steel underlying her words. Both Kurt and Matt separated as quickly as they could, blushes coming over both of them as they tried to mask the tell-tale signs of their recent activity. Taking in the furious shirt straightening and the flushed faces of her oldest son and his newest friend, Marian turned her petite frame towards her younger children. With her green eyes devoid of their usual sparkle, she pointed her finger at them. "Go. Now."

Still confused, but confused enough to spark her legendary temper, his brothers obeyed her order. As she looked at him, Matt took a step towards her. "Mama I know…."

"No." She cut him off with a wave of her hand, her cinnamon hair slipping out of its bun. "We will have no discussion in front of him."

Matt blinked at the edge in his mother's voice as she looked at Kurt. Alright, he knew this was a shock to her but before this second, she had always been nice to Kurt. Now his mother was giving him a stare to rival Santana's. "Mama…"

"Kurt it's time for you to go." She kept her words simple but there was no mistaking the "do not attempt to argue with me" posture.

Casting a quick glance at Matt and seeing the other boy shrug helpless, Kurt mouthed out the words "I'm sorry" before grabbing his messenger bag from where he had haphazardly thrown it earlier. He made it to the door while Matt and his mother engaged in a wholly uncomfortable stare down. Once he was safely in the hallway he motioned for Matt to call him later before dashing for the steps.

Hearing the front door close behind Kurt, his mother took a deep breath and whispered what Matt was sure was a prayer to the Virgin Mother she had learned in Sunday school years ago. "We will talk when your father gets home."

"Mama…."

"We will talk when your father gets home Matthew." Before he could say another word, she turned on her heel, mumbling Spanish under her breath.

With a sigh, Matt slumped against his bed. This, he realized, did not look good.