Spoilers for Original Songs. But, honestly, I don't know how you could avoid this spoiler.

Something was wrong when Finn came home from school. Really wrong. Like, he was ninety-percent-sure that there was a serial killer waiting for him in the living room. He tiptoed through the entryway, gnawing at his lip. He heard movement from the kitchen and, in a move that would totally get him killed in a horror movie, he peeked into the room to see what the noise was.

Kurt was whirling around the kitchen, tossing a heap of sliced apples into a bowl, mixing them with sugar and cinnamon. A small heap of dough sat on the counter, next to a neatly formed piecrust. Kurt himself was wearing his dad's Kiss the Cook apron, dancing and singing to himself as he worked on his pie.

Finn watched his brother in fascination. After transferring to Dalton, Kurt's spirit and vitality had diminished, fading away as the conformity of the private school sucked at his soul. But now – something had happened. Something – dare he jinx it? – good.

As Kurt poured the filling into the piecrust, Finn smiled a little. Singing, baking, twirling – Kurt was like one of those princesses from the cartoons he watched with his little cousins. Which was…odd. Not because Kurt never acted like a princess (he was scarily prissy at times), but because he never acted like a carefree princess.

Kurt sang a line out loud, something about candles and solos, and Finn tilted his head, wondering if that was one of Dalton's songs for Regionals. Best not to ask.

The lithe boy pranced over to the oven, sticking the pie in and punching buttons on the side. This was another odd thing about Kurt's behavior – pie was unhealthy. Unhealthy food was never available in the Hummel-Hudson household. Finn would know; he had a secret stash of Cheetos under his bed. Kurt only cooked weird foods, with no taste or fat or appeal. Pie was fucking awesome, and really fatty and delicious. Maybe Kurt was sick.

Kurt had mentioned something about a solo earlier that week, and Finn had been happy for him, but then his weird bird died, and the house had been in full-out mourn mode. Finn vaguely wondered if Pavarotti had been resurrected.

"No, Finn, you can't have any until it's properly cooked and cooled. You can, however, eat some of this leftover dough." Finn jumped a little. Kurt was looking at him, eyebrows raised in amusement.

"Oh, thanks," Finn said, walking to counter and popping a dough ball into his mouth. "That's really good."

"Thanks, I try," Kurt said airily, humming again. Finn was getting really weirded out.

"Dude, what's with you? You're so…chipper."

Kurt giggled. "Finn Hudson knows the word 'chipper?' Who knew?"

Finn stuck out his tongue, grabbing more dough. "Didn't answer my question."

Surprisingly, Kurt blushed. "Can you keep a secret? I mean, from Dad?"

Nodding, Finn leaned in, eager to hear what Kurt had to say. The smaller boy bit his lip.

"Blaine kissed me."

Finn blinked a couple of times. "Okay…is this supposed to be exciting or something?"

Kurt looked thoroughly hurt. "Finn! I finally get a kiss with a guy that matters, and you just blow it off like-"

Finn held his hands up, eyes widening. "Woah, woah, calm down. This was your first kiss? I thought you two had been secretly dating for a while now."

Breaking the tension, Kurt laughed. "Oh, Finn. No! He just asked me out!" Grinning, the smaller boy leaned against the counter, staring dreamily into space. "For once, I finally get the guy… And to think, I was scared that Rachel had stolen him from me!"

Finn looked amused, but a little troubled. "Well, as long as he doesn't pressure you or anything…"

Kurt tilted his head. "What?"

The taller boy shifted awkwardly. "I mean…I saw those pamphlets in your room…I just want to make sure he's not, like, making you do things you're not ready for. God knows I wasn't ready my first time."

Kurt smiled, patting his brother on the arm. "Thank you, Finn. That's sweet of you to worry. But Blaine is a gentleman, and as completely unprepared as I am. Right now we're just concentrating on us; sex will be another bridge to cross, if we ever get there."

Finn nodded, not quite understanding, but smiling nonetheless. "Just looking out for you."

"I know."

Finn took another piece of dough, the turned around as he left the room. "Oh, and Kurt?"

The boy looked up from his cookbook, eyebrows raised. "Yes?"

"Congrats. On the kiss, I mean. You deserve it."

Kurt blushed. "Thanks, Finn."

Finn left, smiling. "What are brothers for?"