Finn bounds down the stairs and into the kitchen, smiling at his mom. "Um, Kurt and I are going to go grab some dinner together and then maybe go bowling, okay?" he kind of asks.
Carole laughs. "Really Finn; it's not like you boys need our permission," she says.
"Kurt's going bowling?" Burt asks at the same time, looking up from his car manual, eyes squinting at Finn.
"I know," Finn says to his mom. "But we're both here, and I just didn't want to put you out by taking off and not saying anything." He smiles at her before turning to look at Burt and nodding. "He wants to hang out, I want to bowl, so we're going bowling." He bites at the inside of his lip as that's not exactly the truth and he's always had a hard time lying to Burt.
Burt nods, impressed. "You boys have fun. Try not to cream him too bad son," he says, his head tucking back into his mannual.
Finn sputters and chokes, coughing in an attempt to cover his embarrassment at Burt's words. "I'll try not to Burt," Finn says, his eyes glued to his shoes.
Finn walks into the living room and sits down on sofa. His hands rub nervously at his thighs. The jeans are new, or newer, anyway. Most of the clothes he'd worn senior year just didn't fit right once he'd returned from Georgia. And Finn has actually begun picking pants that aren't quite as loose as before. The shirt is newish as well, a Christmas gift from Kurt actually. The navy Yankee's tee is definitely the tightest tee shirt he owns but he tries not to pick too much at it, and hopes the thought will make Kurt smile.
"Are we good to go?" Kurt asks, his voice coming from the stairs.
Finn turns, looking at Kurt, his jaw going slack. He's picking at an invisible piece of lint on his grey checked pants, and tugging at his red and black argyle shirt slightly. "I could have sworn these used to fit not quite so tight," he hears Kurt say. He smiles, standing up and walking over closer to Kurt. "You look great," he says softly, "and yes we're good to go as soon as you're ready."
Kurt looks up, a smile on his lips, a pinkish tint to his cheeks. "You too. Nice shirt by the way."
"This old thing?" Finn teases, pulling at it slightly. "I don't even remember."
"Jerk," Kurt says playfully, lightly swatting him in the arm. "I must admit though, I made a good pick. It looks really good on you."
Finn nods. "I like it. I thought it was a little tight at first, but I'm getting used to it," he says as he grabs a sweater off the hooks by the door and shoving his feet into a pair of loafers.
Kurt pouts slightly, grabbing his own light jacket, and pulling on his boots. "What? No McKinley Letterman jacket or that denim one you used to always wear?"
Finn shakes his head. "Nah. Too warm, too old for the Letterman jacket, and the denim one doesn't fit quite the same anymore." He opens the door for both of them and walks out to the truck. Not his old truck, but Burt's.
"Sometimes I still expect to see you in that thing, the letterman jacket I mean, in the halls of NYADA," Kurt sighs, following Finn to the truck. "Breadsticks?" he asks, once they're both in the truck, fastening their seat belts.
"I actually had somewhere else in mind," Finn says as he stretches his arm out across the back of the seat, behind Kurt's shoulders, as he backs out of the driveway. "It's a little diner actually not that far from the bowling alley. It doesn't look that great from the outside, or even inside, but it's clean, the food is really good, and the service is great."
000
"I've got to admit that diner is pretty cool," Kurt admits later that night, as they're driving home. "It's a shame we didn't know about that place last year. It would have been a great double date spot."
"I actually did know about it," Finn admits. "But I never suggested it because they don't really have anything vegan and it just never seemed like a fancy enough place for Rachel. Blaine either for that matter," he says, his nose scrunching up a little as he keeps driving across town.
"But it was somehow fancy enough for me?" Kurt sniffs.
"Dude," Finn sighs, rolling his eyes. He gestures at Kurt with one hand, "I know under all that fancy stuff, you're still Burt Hummel's son. You love a good burger with all the fixings, some onion rings, and root beer floats." He turns his head slightly, smiling at Kurt. "I've lived with you for like two years dude. And not just lived with you, but hung out with you, did the double date thing with you; I know you."
Kurt laughs. "I suppose that's right. Just like I know that you really do like warm milk with a light dusting of nutmeg, especially with cookies." He catches Finn's eye and smiles again. "I know that spot on your head that you like scratched when we're watching movies, and that ticklish spot just under your left shoulder. And I know when you're really sad you curl up with as many pillows and blankets as you can find and watch Laurel and Hardy dvds."
"Sssshhhh Kurt," Finn chuckles. "Not even Puck knows that one." As they get closer to the Hudson-Hummel house, Finn looks over to Kurt again. "Did you have an okay time bowling?"
Kurt nods, his gazed focussed out the window. "The first game was horrible and I wanted to give up." Out of the corner of his eye, Finn can see Kurt turn, looking at him. "The second game wasn't too bad though. And then you let me win the third game," he says with a smirk.
"I didn't," Finn insists indignantly, but with a smile. "Okay, maybe a little. But you legitimately did get better each game as well."
"I appreciate the thought nonetheless," Kurt says, tilting his head. "And I actually had fun. I think I'd forgotten what it's like to have you around."
Finn sniffs a little as he pulls into their driveway. "Well I'm glad you had fun at least. I think a bad first date would be really awkward for us." He shifts in his seat, facing Kurt a little more. "So, um, at the end of a date, I'd normally walk my date to their door, and hope for a kiss. But your door is kinda my door too and there's an awful lot of people that could be on the other side of that door. Not that I'm ashamed or something, just, this is about us, not about other people, you know."
Kurt nods, and Finn catches a glimpse of his perfect white teeth shining in the darkness of the truck cab. "Is that your way of asking me if you can kiss me? Because if it was, the answer is yes."
Finn feels Kurt's hand on his leg, just above his knee as he leans in and uses his left hand to cradle the side of Kurt's face before pressing their lips together. He hears Kurt hum contentedly into the kiss and presses a little harder, letting his tongue dart out and lick over Kurt's top lip. He feels Kurt's lips part, and Finn's tongue flicks in quickly, his mouth swallowing an almost obscene moan from Kurt. He pulls back, a little breathless, flush, and warm. "Thank you. I had a really good time tonight."
"Me too," Kurt says, and he leans in and kisses Finn chastly once more. "I kind of wish I was staying a little longer so we could do this again."
"When are you leaving?" Finn asks, pulling back, yet scooting a little closer to Kurt on the bench seat.
"I really should fly back before class Monday," Kurt says with a sigh.
Finn grins. "So, can we do this again tomorrow?"
Kurt leans the side of his head on the seat back, his hand finds Finn's and settles on top of it. "I'd like that"
Finn flips his hand over and laces his fingers with Kurt's. "We could see a movie tomorrow, instead of bowling. And maybe brave Breadsticks before hand?"
"Hmmm," Kurt murmurs happily, "That sounds good." He shifts towards Finn a little more, his hand coming up to rest on Finn's face.
Finn smiles as he leans in, pressing his lips to Kurt's again. He wraps an arm around Kurt, pulling him in closer, shifting his own body, until he almost has Kurt in his lap. He feels, as much as he hears, Kurt make a pleased sound in his throat as they continue to kiss. Finn's hands grab at the fabric of the back of Kurt's shirt, bunching it in his fists as their kisses get more and more heated.
When Kurt pulls back, breathless, but laughing lightly, Finn just groans. "I think if we stay out here, keep kissing, we run a very good risk of being seen by people we don't want to be seen by."
"Why does there have to be other people?" Finn whines. "I don't want there to be other people and then we don't have to worry and we can stay here and just keep doing that."
Kurt shifts off his lap, and straightens his clothes in the dim light. "Regardless, we should go in now," he says, opening his door.
Finn exhales deeply a couple of times, and gets out of the truck, hitting the automatic locks. He puts an arm casually over Kurt's shoulders as they walk up the walk and into the house.
000
The living room is dark, except for the glow from the television, as Kurt tiptoes down the stairs. "Finn," he whispers, "are you down here?" He sees Finn raise his arm, waving his hand. The taller man is stretched out on the couch, a pillow under his head, an afghan around his body.
"Why didn't you come up to bed?" Kurt asks softly, standing between the couch and t.v.
Finn shrugs. "It doesn't feel right, to sleep there tonight."
"It doesn't feel right to sleep in your room, in your bed tonight?" Kurt asks, confused.
"No," Finn shakes his head. Kurt watches Finn's eyes dart around the dim room for a second. "We went on a date tonight," he whispers, "I don't want you to think we have to do, something, because we're forced to share a bed because of all the extra people in the house. I'll just sleep down here; it's fine."
Kurt smiles. "I came home because I thought something horrible might have happened to you," he says softly. "You tell me you have more than brotherly feelings for me, and you expect me to sleep upstairs, in your bed, alone?" Without waiting for an answer he gently pushes at Finn's chest, pushing him onto his back on the couch. Then Kurt lifts the blanket, and gets in underneath it, laying on top of him. Kurt smiles as Finn bites back a groan while he shifts around on top of the taller man, to get more comfortable.
"This might be a little uncomfortable, especially in the morning when people find us," Kurt says. "But if you're sleeping down here, so am I." He shifts again, wrapping his arms around Finn. "Or we can go upstairs, where there is a door, with a lock, where I don't have to lay on top of you."
Kurt feels Finn's hands grip his hips firmly, keeping him in place. "What if I want you to?" Finn groans. "What if I want to go upstairs with you and have you lay on me?" Finn's hips roll against Kurt's. "I know that's not typical after first date behaviour."
Kurt moans softly, his lips brushing along the underside of Finn's jaw. "I'd like that," he murmurs. "I'd like that a lot." He continues to grind against Finn. "I had my hand wrapped around your cock this morning, Finn," Kurt whispers hotly, "I think we're past typical first date behaviour."
Finn lifts his head, fusing his lips against Kurt's, kissing him messily. "We really should go upstairs," he says between kisses. "Like right now." Finn turns off the t.v. with the remote. Somehow they manage to stand up and climb the stairs while still kissing, entering Finn's room, and tumbling onto the bed together.
"Finn, Finn," Kurt whispers, pulling away slightly. "I want to try something." His lips mouth hotly at Finn's neck, moving down to the collar of his shirt. "Can I take this off?"
Finn nods, eyes lidded and dark. "Yours too," he mumbles, his hands scrunching up the fabric of Kurt's tee, exposing most of his back.
Kurt pushes Finn's shirt up under his arms, waiting until the taller man raises just enough to pull the offending article from his body. Kurt pulls his shirt off at the same time, allowing it to drop off the side of the bed with Finn's. He runs his hands over Finn's bare chest, his nails brushing over the heated skin. He smiles, watching the skin pebble in the wake of his touch.
Kurt barely registers Finn's hands on his own torso, palms just under his arms, fingers splayed across his back, thumbs lazily stroking the skin on his chest. Kurt shivers slightly as the touch registers in his brain. Kurt leans down, Finn's hands sliding around to his back, and begins kissing his way down Finn's chest. He hears Finn squeak, and looks up to see the other man's eyes widen when he realizes what Kurt is about to do.
"Is this okay," Kurt whispers huskily, his eyes flicking up to Finn's, his fingers hooked in the elastic waist of Finn's pyjama pants. "Can I blow you?" Kurt smiles as Finn shuts his eyes; his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth as he nods. He gently eases Finn's pants down, past his knees and settles himself between Finn's thighs.
Kurt licks at the tip of Finn's cock. It's already hard, and Kurt can't wait to take it into his mouth. He mouths at the shaft, his tongue coming out to lick at it, as Kurt attempts to make Finn's cock as slick as possible before sinking his lips around it. He smirks as Finn fists his hands in the covers of bed, and attempts not to writhe too much under Kurt. When his lips finally slip over the head of Finn's cock, the taller man moans and that encourages Kurt to take him even deeper.
"Kurt, Kurt, oh Fuck, Kurt," Finn begins to chant in a hushed voice.
Kurt pulls up, almost off, of Finn's cock. "Do you need me to stop?" he asks, not really wanting to stop and not really thinking Finn wants him to stop either.
"Fuck no," Finn hisses. "Why would I, ah, oh, want you to do that?"
Kurt hollows his cheeks and sinks down Finn's cock again. He grabs one of Finn's hand in his, and brings it to his head, encouraging the other man to grip his head while he sucks his cock. He feels Finn's fingers run through his hair, gently tugging on the tresses as he works over the other man with his mouth. Finn continues to whine, continues to chant Kurt's name and a series of expletives under his breath. When he feels Finn's fingers tightening in his hair, and his hips bucking up into his mouth, he knows the other man is close.
Kurt pulls off of Finn's cock with a wet 'pop', earning him a whine from Finn. His own cock is hard, throbbing, and already leaking inside his own shorts. He quickly shimmies out of the them, and moves up Finn's body, kissing him roughly. "Gimmie your hand," he husks. Kurt takes both of their hands, wrapping them around both cocks, and begins to stroke them together.
Finn's voice is low, rough, and incredibly arousing in Kurt's ear. "This is so hot Kurt; you're so Kurt." Finn's mouth drops to Kurt's neck, mouthing wetly there, whining, and gasping against the skin. It all heightens Kurt's arousal and he's close to coming when Finn bites down on his shoulder to muffle his cry as he comes all over their hands and Kurt's cock. That sends Kurt over the edge as well, and he buries his head in Finn's neck, moaning the other man's name softly through his orgasm, adding to the warm, and sticky mess between them.
Kurt collapses against Finn, the two of them panting harshly as they recover from their respective climaxes. He relaxes as Finn's hand strokes up and down his back, and presses chaste, closed mouth, kisses into his hair. "Ugh," Kurt moans disdainfully, "we'll be a mess in the morning if we don't clean up." He gets up, walking over to Finn's small bathroom, and wetting a cloth, and then wiping himself off. He rinses the cloth and returns to the bed, wiping at Finn. "Are you okay?" Kurt asks an otherwise quiet Finn.
Finn smiles brightly at Kurt, wrapping him up in his arms. "I'm great. Really, really great," he says softly, nuzzling his nose against Kurt's.
"We should get a little more presentable, and maybe unlock the door before we go to sleep tonight," Kurt whispers. "Incase your mother decides to come in tomorrow morning again." Kurt puts on his clothes, tossing Finn his shirt, and then unlocking the door, before settling under the blanket with Finn. "In case I forgot to tell you, I had a really good time tonight," he says. "I'm really glad you asked me out."
Finn laughs softly, kissing Kurt. "I'm glad because I had a good time too." He pushes the hair back off Kurt's forehead, looking into his eyes. "Thank you for saying yes."
Kurt chuckles."Like I'd ever say no to you." He closes his eyes, letting Finn's fingers on his back and his heartbeat beneath his ear lull him to sleep. "I love you, Kurt," he hears Finn whisper. "Love you too," Kurt mumbles as he drifts off into a beautiful dream.