Finn thought Blaine's friendship with Kurt was kind of awesome. HE loved Blaine, in a strictly non-gay way of course, and Kurt was his brother. Kurt was probably still getting picked on just as much as last year, and there probably weren't any new out guys at school, so Finn was pretty proud of himself for bringing home a gay guy for Kurt to be friends with. From a few of the things he'd heard Blaine talking about with other gay guys, it was important for them to have other people to talk too.

So Finn begged more hours from Burt. His step-father didn't really need him that much at the shop in the beginning of the month, but after Finn explained that Blaine was really cool and could talk to Kurt about gay stuff, Burt was cool with it. Besides, Finn liked spending time with Burt; it was really cool to bond with him. Burt DID ask Finn if Blaine would try anything with Kurt, but Finn knew Blaine wouldn't. Blaine was too good of a guy to mess around with Kurt like that.

Finn woke up around noon as usual and rolled himself groggily out of bed Tuesday morning. He blearily made his way to the bathroom and turned the shower water on to wake himself up. After he had doused himself in enough water to make him human again, Finn dried off and went in search of food. He was halfway down the stairs when he remembered Kurt would be home.

Well, it's not so much he remembered as he heard his brother banging around in the kitchen.

"No, Blaine, don't TOUCH that!" Kurt's shrill voice was pretty loud.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Blaine sounded like he was going to die or something. Kurt was probably gonna kill him. Finn hurried up down the stairs and rounded the corner to the kitchen in time to see Kurt slapping Blaine's hand away from a tray of unbaked cookies.

"Morning, guys," Finn said brightly and they both jumped almost out of their skins. "Didn't mean to surprise you."

"Oh, Finn, you almost gave me a heart-attack." Blaine clutched at his chest.

"Don't say that." Kurt snapped. "Don't joke about something like that."

Blaine looked confused.

"Burt had a heart attack two years ago," Finn explained.

"And now we eat healthy in this house and we don't JOKE about HEART-ATTACKS." Kurt glared the cookie tray. Finn watched him jerk open the oven and practically throw the cookies in. "I don't even know why I'm allowing cookies in this house."

"It's Christmas, dude," Finn interjected before Blaine could say anything. As cool as Blaine was, and as much time as he'd been spending with Kurt recently, Finn still thought he had a better handle on his brother. "Do we have anything good for breakfast?"

"Same as yesterday." Kurt blinked at him.

Finn grinned.

"You want me to you something." Kurt blinked again.

Finn grinned wider. "Please."

Kurt sighed. "Fine, go in the living room or something though; you get in the way in here. Anything in particular you want?"

"Those pancake wrap things you made me this summer were awesome," Finn said hopefully.

"They're called crepes, Finn. Crepes."

"Please?"

"Fine." Kurt shooed him out of the kitchen, Blaine as well. "Do you want some, Blaine?"

"Yes, please." Blaine nodded.

"It'll probably be twenty minutes, go do… whatever you two do together."

"Yes, sir." Finn saluted him and grabbed Blaine's arm to pull the shorter boy out of Kurt's domain.

Kurt hadn't known how awkward it would be to be around Blaine with a chaperone, which was, essentially, what Finn was, even if the tall boy didn't know it.

Kurt had woken up early, still on his school schedule, only to find Blaine already awake and listening quietly to music in the office he was using as a room. They'd eaten some breakfast and then, after watching Blaine lick a stray bit of milk off his upper lip, Kurt had broken and dragged Blaine upstairs to his room and kissed pushed him into the bed. He'd kissed the older boy as senseless as he could manage, but Blaine was craftier than he thought. The older boy had outsmarted him, flipping them when Kurt was distracted so he was on top.

"So smart." Kurt had glared and Blaine had kissed it away. Then he'd shuffled down Kurt's body and Kurt didn't care anymore who was on top of who, Blaine's warm, wet, AMAZING mouth was descended on his dick for the fourth time and Kurt had to bite his arm to keep quiet.

He came almost violently and, while the release had left him sated, he was still worked up. He hadn't been able to relax until his hand was curled around Blaine's erection and Blaine was letting out aborted moans. "You're beautiful," Kurt had said, sucking a mark on Blaine's pec.

Blaine had come then, Kurt's name on his lips.

But now Finn was conscious and looking at them and just BEING! Kurt was almost afraid to even look at Blaine, he didn't want to jump the older boy in front of his brother. It felt like that weekend, but more now, stronger. Now he wanted more things.

He wanted to go down on Blaine.

Kurt had always thought oral sex was disgusting; pee comes out of that particular orifice. Penetrative sex was even more disturbing to think about, so he didn't. But now, after four blow jobs, Kurt kind of wanted to return the favor.

It was just… Blaine had looked SO pleased and… and TURNED ON by having a dick in his mouth. Kurt's dick. Would it be the same for Kurt if he went down on Blaine? He wanted to test it.

But he couldn't until Finn was gone.

He resisted the urge to grab his brother by the ear and throw him from the house.

AN: Ah, Finn, how I adore thee. (Seriously, he's, like, my favorite not-Klaine character.) Enjoy.