"Rachel? Are you there, dear? We're home!" one of Rachel's dads called out from downstairs. Rachel looked at me, looking desperate and confused. Although I really wanted to look confident and calm, the reflection of myself on Rachel's eyes looked just as confused as she was. With my fingers still firmly stuck inside Rachel's warm and soft nostrils, I desperately looked for a way out of this mess. And just then, I saw it.

"Rachel! We have to get out of your room!"

"We can't! My dads are coming upstairs! I can hear their footsteps!"

"No, I mean...we should leave from the windows."

Rachel opened her mouth, but no sound came out of it. She eyed the window and looked back at me. I felt like I had said something stupid again, but to my surprise, she nodded.

"I guess there's no other way, is there?"

"Yeah. Besides, WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?"

Although we were in a dire situation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy building up inside me. As we walked carefully to the window, we could hear one of Rachel's dad knocking on the door, calling for her. Avoiding the furnitures were a bit hard because we were glued together awkwardly, but somehow we made it without making a noise.

I opened the window and felt the summer breeze coming in. The distance from the window to ground was a bit far, but there was bushes directly under the window. I glanced at Rachel, and she nodded.

So, dragging Rachel with me, I jumped through the window. The impact was frightening, but the glass shards piercing through my skin was way worse. Immediately, I felt a very different sensation the second we were outside. It almost felt like we were weightless for a second, like an eagle taking flight for the first time. But the sense of freedom and control was immediately crushed as we fell to the hard ground. The bushes didn't help much to soften our impact, and I could only feel pain throughout my body for a few seconds. Rachel, thankfully, was still breathing, as I could feel the warmth of her breath and snot on the tip of my fingers. But she looked pretty bad; glass shards had pierced her skin, and I could see one of her ribs poking out of her chest.

"F-Finn..." As Rachel spoke, blood squirted out of her chest and onto mine. My body went cold. Deep inside, I felt like this was my fault. In my panic, I brought myself to stand up straight and began to run as quick as humanly possible, dragging Rachel's body on the ground.

After half an hour, I finally reached the nearest hospital, the Lima Hospital. Along the way, people looked at us weirdly, but hopefully I managed to throw off the suspicion by covering Rachel with a sheet I borrowed from her neighbour's laundry.

I could hardly feel my legs anymore, but that was no reason to stop running until I found the Emergency Ward. Rachel's breath had gotten weaker by every minute passed, and the protrusion on her chest towered like a monument of despair. A group of doctor approached us, and we were taken to the surgery room. Last thing I remembered was an anesthesist telling me to take a deep breath...

When I opened my eyes, I could only faintly remember my dream about a white station platform, a creepy fava bean baby, and an old guy with long white beard. From the soft bed underneath me and that ever so familiar antiseptic smell, I knew I was in a hospital room. The first thing on my mind was Rachel. I tried to sit straight, but my injuries denied my attempt. I looked around the clean hospital room and spotted a nurse who was tending some sort of machinery next to my bed. After collecting what was left of my strength, I managed to force the words out of my mouth.

"Rachel...? Where is she..?"

Thankfully, the nurse noticed my hoarse voice and turned to face me. But when I saw her face, my heart skipped a beat. It wasn't a nurse. It wasn't even a woman. It was...

"Finn! You're awake! Thank goodness!"

"K-Kurt...? Why?"

"Well, someone has to look over you, you know. Your mother just left like five minutes ago and asked me to take over." Said Kurt Hummel, my step-brother and fellow New Directions member, as he walked to my bed suggestively, shaking his ass like a frog in a blender during an earthquake.

"And...Rachel...?"

Kurt sat on the edge of my bed, caressing my cheek. I was too weak to protest, much less to push him away. He sighed when he saw the look of discontent I gave him.

"You should really stop thinking about girls, Finn, especially Rachel! There are still a lot of boys in this world, you know. But, if you must know, she's fine. The doctors performed a surgery and she's resting in the room next door. So you shouldn't worry about her."

Kurt giggled and leaned over me. His porcelain-like face was so close to mine I could smell his breath. His expression was like a boy who just got a new toy to play with. He whispered to my ear, his voice so playful.

"The doctor will come back fifteen minutes from now. Why don't we have some fun first."

My heart froze. I had known for a long time that Kurt had a crush on me and sometimes he took it to creepy degrees, but...I thought we had understood each other. I tried to scream, but my voice was weak and barely audible, even to myself.

"...no."

"That's not the correct answer, Finn!"

He laughed. The laugh was mischievous, if not cruel. With a quick and sudden movement, he threw the blanket that covered me to the floor. He positioned himself gently on my legs. The direness of the situation almost made me want to cry, something I hadn't done for so long. But he was only getting started.

Kurt's hand slithered under my shirt, skin to skin. I shivered, as I had never been touched this way by another man before, nurse outfit or not. But I couldn't help but notice that his skin was soft, just like a girl's hand. He slowly pulled my shirt up, to the point where my stomach was completely exposed. He lowered his head and even though I couldn't see him clearly, the sensation of his tongue was impossible to mistake; it was warm and soft, yet it feels so strange.

He looked up to see my reaction and he seemed satisfied.

"Not so powerful now are you, Finn?"

I could only grit my teeth to prepare for the next impact. He continued to wet my stomach with his saliva, licking my stomach thoroughly, up and down...Except for my bellybutton, which he left alone for some reason. And soon enough I learned why.

He softly traced the perimeter of my bellybutton with his finger, which sent an unexplained sensation to my body. He giggled, noticing my reaction. Then he pulled out a bottle from inside his nurse outfit's skirt. I couldn't see what it was, but unexpectedly Kurt held out the bottle in front of my face. It was a bottle of whipped cream. He teasingly sprayed some whipped cream onto his left hand and licked it.

He proceeded to squeeze out some cream onto my bellybutton. The sensation, although I would never say it, was almost erotic. I had never, even in my wildest drime, had my bellybutton filled with soft cream. But Kurt wasn't satisfied with that. He licked the whipping cream off my bellybutton. After he finished the cream, he proceeded to lick inside me.

"No...not there. It's dirty."

Yet the strangest thing happened to me. I actually...liked it. I got excited. It would have been a normal reaction if it were a girl, but Kurt was the one who did (and was doing) the licking. His tongue felt really good inside me. The sensation made my whole body wanted to scream. A taboo scream of pleasure. All I could muster, however, was a weak moan.

"It seems you're getting into this, Finn. Shall we see how much can you take then?"

One of Kurt's fingers slowly entered my bellybutton creek. I never felt anything like that in my life before, but it wasn't an unpleasant sensation. As Kurt moved his finger in and out in a rhythm, I became more relaxed and before I knew it my body betrayed me by following Kurt's rhythm.

"Kurt...Kurt..."

"Finn...Oh Finn..."

When his finger finally touched the most sensitive spot, the base of my bellybutton creek, my mind went blank because of how good it felt. The feeling was familiar, just like the times I messed around with Quinn or Rachel, but this time, it was much stronger and more real.

Finally Kurt retracted his finger. From his breathing, I could tell that Kurt just experienced the same sensation as I did. I felt our bonds had gotten stronger. Kurt looked at me longingly, and this time I did not look away. He smiled.

"Well, I guess that's enough for now. You really should get some more rest, Finn. Don't worry, I'm staying with you."

Kurt sat down on a chair next to my bed. I didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but Kurt didn't make any attempt to cross his legs like he usually did, allowing me to see everything inside his short nurse skirt. He winked. Okay, that was intentional.

I was starting to doze off when I felt an itch on my nose. I left my right hand to scratch my nose and I thought I was still in a nightmare, as my right hand wasn't there. My lower arm ended in a stump where my hand usually belonged. I screamed and passed out.