By the time Finn got out of the shower Kurt and Blaine had already left. His mom said they went for breakfast with this little smile on her face she always used to get when Finn was in elementary school and she was teasing him about the girl in his class that he liked. Actually, now that finn thought about it, she'd been using that smile at dinner a lot lately. Finn's eyes widened, did she know about them too?
Frustration ran through him. How was he the last person to know? Rachel knew about it before he did and Finn LIVED with them! It took seeing them practically eating each other's face for him to even think something happened. Needless to say, only his leftover good mood from finally getting together with Rachel kept him from finding Blaine and ripping the guy's head off.
That WAS what he was supposed to do right? He certainly felt mad enough at Blaine to do it. Though he would probably regret it. Blaine was a really cool guy when he wasn't taking advantage of Finn's little brother. He, like, helped Finn with his homework and stuff. he even helped him figure out how to put all those cool things on Power points.
Okay, so he probably shouldn't rip Blaine's head off. He was DEFINITELY going to yell at him though. How dare he just do that to Kurt! Finn knew for a fact that Kurt had no idea what he was doing. In the summer, before Finn had gone to college, Kurt would bring him warm milk at night so they could have 'lady-chats' and complain of that very fact. Since there weren't any knew gay guys at McKinley, he'd checked with Rachel, Kurt should still be all innocent and stuff.
Blaine, on the other hand, was all experienced and stuff. As much as Finn didn't want to think about it, there was that one time he hadn't known he wasn't supposed to be home and Blaine was with that meerkat-y guy. He'd run out of there really quick, but he'd still heard them a little. He DIDN'T need to know Blaine's voice did that.
A thought hit him. That was a few weeks before Thanksgiving. When did Blaine and Kurt start their - thing? Did Blaine already cut it off with Meerkat Guy?
Okay, now Finn was a whole new level of mad.
Their last morning together alone Blaine broke all his rules. He held Kurt's hand the entire drive over and then hooked an ankle around Kurt's wehn they sat down in their booth. He gave the menu a few cursory glances before suggesting Kurt surprise him with something. A part of him thrilled at the idea of Kurt giving both their orders. It was a sneaky little thing that made Blaine feel even MORE like they were on a date. It was probably the wrong thing to do, but - but Blaine WANTED!
The sheer level of his want, now perfectly apparent to him after his discovery, was kind of terrifying. He'd never wanted someone so much. Even Sebastian, who Blaine had spent a good three months thinking was the hottest thing that ever happened in the universe, didn't hold a candle to what Kurt was doing to him. He'd had another dream. In this one he'd seen Kurt clearly the entire time as they moved around their apartment and helped their child, a son this time, with his homework. It was so ACHINGLY domesticated Blaine wanted to cry. He'd never really thought too hard on his future live, instead focusing on getting through school, and now all these images of domestic bliss were hounding him. Domestic bliss with Kurt in the staring role.
Blaine shook his head. He needed to stop thinking like this. They had RULES! Rules for this to be JUST friends with benefits. Rules HE had insisted on. He just need to pull his head out of the clouds and remember that. The next day he'd be going back to college and he probably wouldn't see Kurt again until it was time to move out and Finn's family came up to help.
Blaine's heart clenched at the thought of so long.
Burt was in a huff, and for once that wasn't amusing. Burt in a huff usually made her smile and want to pet his balding head. Now she wanted to hide all his power-tools so he couldn't stress-fix things that weren't broken. He'd managed to break the dryer at her old house last time she'd seen him so stressed. It probably wasn't a coincidence that he'd been worried about Kurt last time too.
"Burt, you need to relax. You're heart," Carole said and ran a soothing hand down his sleeve.
"My heart is fine." He grumbled low in his throat and slumped back against the couch. "I just don't know what to do about this. I'm going to talk to him about... I don't really know if he IS though."
Carole dropped her head on his shoulder. She wouldn't tell on Kurt. They thought they were so sneaky, but really they were SO obvious. Kurt had twice as much laundry these days and his sheets were in there more often than not. He hadn't said anything however and, since nether were in danger of getting pregnant, she hadn't said anything to him. She HAD snooped a little and found the lube and condoms in his bedside drawer. When she'd looked the condoms were untouched but the lube was open. She'd been a bit alarmed until she'd noticed the print outs bellow the items. They were school worksheets all about the need for condoms and STD's. Kurt was a smart kid. If he knew about those things, he'd be safe. Satisfied she'd replaced everything carefully and left them to their own devices.
She wasn't Kurt's mother, she couldn't tell him what to do. She'd prefer it if he didn't sneak around with a boy he hardly knew, but Blaine seemed like a good enough kid. At least he wasn't some hooligan who would likely get Kurt into all sorts of bad things.
However, now that Burt had discovered them, Carole worried if she'd done the right thing. She was going to hold her silence. Burt would be so angry with her if he found out she'd already known, but still, the doubts were there.