A/N: Thank you again for all the nice reviews. I have posted this story on another site, so if it looks familiar, that is why. That also means that there are several chapters ready to go for this site, though the story is by no means finished. Next Chapter will be from Finn's POV. For those waiting for another chapter of my Twilight story, it's with the beta, I promise.

Kurt POV

Even though I had never been to Finn's house before, Lima was small town, and I had the address from his mother. It was a nice house, tiny, but more than enough for two people. My father squinted at the numbers on the mailbox. "This it?"

"I think so." My heart was threatening to pound out of my chest, and I took a slow breath before I panicked. "Yeah, this is it."

Dad had insisted on stopping at the grocery store and picking up an apple pie, plus a chocolate cake in case one of them didn't like apple. From what I had seen, there was no danger of Finn not liking pie (or any other type of food- I swear he eats more than the rest of us put together), but I got the impression that it wasn't Finn's opinion he was so worried about. I took both boxes, just so I would have something to do with my hands.

Carol greeted us at the door, looking even more tired than last night. "Hello, Kurt, Burt." I didn't miss the quick flash in my father's eyes when she gave me a hug. I didn't really know what to say to her, so I held out the boxes. "We brought pie."

"That sounds wonderful. Kurt, Finn is in his room, it's the door on the left. He was awake a few minutes ago, but he's been sleeping most of the day. The pain pills are knocking him out."

"Are you sure you don't need my help?" Please say no, please say no, please say no.

"No, it's alright. I think he needs some male company. Your father and I can handle things down here. Unless you would rather stay here."

Hmmm…let's see. Would I rather stay down here and watch the awkward flirting of two middle aged parents, or go up and get to admire my crush in bed. No contest. "Please call me if you need help."

There were pictures on the wall behind the stairs, and I found myself pausing to look at them. Finn's father was in a few of them, though only one with his son. Finn was very small in the picture, probably less than a year old. His father was dressed in his fatigues, with Finn cradled in his arms. He had put the military helmet on Finn, though it nearly covered the baby's entire body. It was tilted at an angle, so you could see the huge smile that Finn was giving his dad. Comparing the two, I decided that Finn looked much more like his mother. That smile, though, that smile was exactly like his dad's.

The door on the left was closed, so I knocked gently. "Yeah?" Finn sounded groggy and out of sorts.

"Can I come in? It's Kurt." I really wasn't sure why I bothered telling him that. Finn was great at picking out voices, and I had to admit that mine was rather distinctive.

"Yeah, that's fine"

I pushed the door open before he could change his mind. The room was tiny, barely enough room for a bed, dresser and TV. Finn was sprawled out on the bed, rubbing at his face.

He looked rough. I could tell that I had woken him up, because his eyes weren't quite focused on me. He yawned a few times, then gave me a sleepy grin. "Well, if it isn't Kurt Hummel."

He tended to say my name like that, first and last. I hadn't been quite sure why, until Mercedes pointed out that it was the same way I addressed him. It was just a silly little thing, but it was something that we shared. "Yeah, it's me."

"Hey." He sat up and patted the bed. "Whatimeisid?" The words disappeared in another yawn, and it took a few minutes for me to figure out what he was actually asking.

"About 5. Did your Mom tell you that Dad and I were coming over to make dinner?"

"Uh-huh." He tried to get up, but failed. "Ok, I'll just stay down."

Aww, he was so sweet when he was doped up. I reached out for him, taking his left hand and pulling him up. His right arm was in a sling, cradled close to his body. "So, can I sign your cast?"

"Oh, I don't have one. They couldn't put one on in case the cut got infected and my arm fell off or something. You know, if that happened they wouldn't be able to sew it back on, because the cast would still be there. Wanna see the cut?"

A certain part of me did, but the larger part was grossed out. "Absolutely not. Not only is it totally gross, it's unsanitary to boot. They put bandages on it for a reason."

"Yeah, I guess so. It hurts to move it anyway." He yawned again. "Then I take pills, and it still hurts and my stomach gets sick, too. I think I've been awake for about an hour all day long. This sucks."

"Sorry." I wasn't sure what I was apologizing for, but it seemed like the appropriate thing to say.

"S'ok." Then he did something that would echo in my mind (among other body parts) for the rest of my life. He came over and pressed dry lips to my cheek. "Thanks for going to the hospital with me. I know you didn't want to, and it was really, really cool of you to stay. Especially after I kind of freaked out about the shot. You are like the coolest guy ever."

I was so busy trying not to swoon that I couldn't form words. My voice stuttered embarrassingly. "N-no big deal."

He smiled gently. "Yeah, it is a big deal. I'm not stupid, Kurt. Ok, maybe I'm pretty stupid, but I do know some things. You were scared to be there, I could tell."

Sometimes he was too observant for his own good. "I guess I was, a little." I probably wouldn't have admitted it to anyone else, but this was Finn. He wouldn't tell anyone or make fun of me. "My mom died there."

"Oh." He gave me that charming head cock. "So, like I said, you're really cool for staying. Oh, and for wrapping my arm up like you did. It helped a lot."

"You're welcome." I was running out of things to say to him, especially since I had to continually suppress the urge to declare my undying love, so I was grateful when he took the lead. "So, you want to watch a movie or something?"

"Of course, but I get to pick." God knew, if I didn't, we would end up watching Die Hard 11 or some Rambo movie.

Finn's eyes narrowed. "No chick flicks."

"Deal." There had to be something we could agree on.

He lumbered back down to the living room, his gait more unsteady then usual. I looked over the choices, then held up Hairspray. "Is this acceptable?"

He looked suspicious. "Isn't that a musical?"

"Yeah, but it's a fun movie." I tried to look as sweet as possible, something that worked on all the girls in school.

Finn was no girl, but he melted all the same. "Oh, all right." He flopped onto the couch. "But I reserve the right to turn it off if it gets too chick mushy."

As it turned out, Finn didn't last long enough for any mush. He started to lean against me almost before the opening credits were over, and fell asleep during the second song. One hand curled loosely against my leg, and his head dropped onto my shoulder. My breathing stopped.

The Hudson house was small, and I could hear Carol and my father chatting in the kitchen. Their conversation mixed with Finn's soft muttering and the soundtrack of the DVD, not to mention the roaring in my ears, to create a confusing tunnel of sound. I leaned my cheek against the top of Finn's head and listened to his mumblings, trying to make sense of what he was saying. A few words came out, but they didn't seem coherent. "Kitten…later…touch….that one time….I said don't….hey." Or had that last one been 'gay'? The words were mostly spoken into my neck, so they were hard to understand.

After a few more minutes of grumbling, Finn got quiet again, his body totally limp against mine. Tracy was dancing her way though the halls of the school before Carol poked her head into the room. She smiled at the position I was in. "Kurt, if he's bothering you, you can just give him a shove. The pills make him groggy, and he sleeps like the dead anyway."

"No, he's fine." She gave me an odd look, so I felt compelled to clarify. "I mean, I'm used to being really close to him in Glee, so he's alright."

"All right then." I could tell that she wasn't buying it, but she had enough instinct not to push. "Would you prefer a large steak or a small one, and how would you like it cooked?"

"Small and well done." I tried to avoid red meat as much as possible, and ecoli was not a good look on me.

"How about I take the biggest one and split it between you and Finn?" She was giving us both that unreadable expression. "He's not going to want much to eat."

"Sure, that would be great." The words were whispered into my chest. I don't know why I kept getting so uncomfortable around her. She had been nothing but nice to me, even with all the stress she was under. I just really, really wanted her to like me. Maybe I just didn't want her to think that I was about to molest her son. "Are you sure I can't pour drinks or anything?"

"Oh no, you're the guest. I'm going to have your father throw your steak on the grill." She smiled at me again and left the room.

Dad was a guest, too. What she was basically saying was that she wanted me out of the way, so she could flirt with my father. Despite my earlier promise to myself, I couldn't help but feel betrayed and irritated. He was my father, my family, not her family.

Finn yelped and jerked his head up. "What, what?"

I realized that I had inadvertently dug my fingernails into his arm. He gave me a startled look, but I couldn't think of any explanation for it. Instead I shrugged at him.

Luckily, he didn't demand an explanation. Instead he looked at the television screen. "Did I fall asleep?"

At my nod, he gave me a sheepish grin and scrubbed at his shadowed eyes. "Sorry."

"It's alright. Do you want me to restart the movie?" I was afraid that if I started talking to him, he would move to one of the chairs, and away from me. For the moment, he didn't even seem to realize that he was still leaning his shoulder against mine, his hand on my leg, and I didn't want to disturb the small peace between us.

He blinked owlishly at the screen, probably trying to figure out who all of these characters were. "Is that John Travolta in, like, lady clothes?"

"It's called drag, and yes."

There was a moment of silence, while Finn furrowed his brow and tried to figure out what was happening. I could have enlightened him, but he was just so darn cute when he looked like that. Finally I took pity. "Edna Turnblatt is always played by a man. It's a Broadway tradition."

"Oh! Cool." He straightened up to find the remote, but resumed his former position after he had started the movie over.

I realized that I was holding my breath, so I inhaled slowly. The fact that Finn was leaning against me meant that he was comfortable and still a little sleepy. He was generally affectionate and liked being touched. It didn't mean that he had any sort of feelings for me.

We watched the movie contentedly, the silence only broken by Finn's occasional questions. For someone with his…intellectual shortcomings, he had a surprisingly good grip on the social commentary of the film.

Queen Latifah was singing about being big, blond, and beautiful when Carol appeared in the doorway. "Dinner, you two."

Finn jumped to his feet at the mention of food, leaving me a little disappointed that he didn't need help getting up. Patience, Kurt, patience. He's already starting to come to you. If you move too fast, you'll scare him away.

My father was portioning the steak out onto plates when we came into the kitchen. A quick scan of the table revealed that there was also a platter of raw vegetables, fresh fruit and mashed potatoes. "What would you like to drink, dear? We have water, milk, juice, and soda."

I only wanted the milk if it was skim, but I didn't want to come off as sounding too prissy by asking. "Water is fine, thank you."

Everyone seemed to be filling their plates, so I helped myself to large servings of fruit and vegetables, as well as a tiny helping of potatoes. I might be a guest, but I was not about to stuff myself with empty, fattening, starches, no matter how appealing they suddenly looked.

Once we had made our plates up, Dad and I waited awkwardly. We never said grace, but the Hudson's might. Or did we just start eating? Carol smiled at us. "Well, everyone dig in."

It only took a few seconds to see that Finn was in trouble. With only one arm, he couldn't cut his meat. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he looked at first his plate, then his mother, then his plate again. I understood his problem. He couldn't do it on his own, but he was embarrassed to ask Carol for help in front of Dad and I. I nudged his leg under the table until he looked at me. "Want help?"

He gave me that sweet, perfect smile and nodded. I took his plate and cut the meat in silence, double checking to make sure he would be able to eat it all one-handed. I pushed the plate back over when I was done. "Thanks, Kurt."

I didn't know why we bothered whispering to each other. Dad and Carol didn't have eyes for anyone but each other as they talked about their lives to this point. Caught up in the challenge of trying to feed himself with only his left hand, Finn was oblivious for the first few minutes, but even he figured it out before he was done with his potatoes.

It was pretty comical to see the look on his face as he watched his mother act like a giddy schoolgirl. Then suddenly it wasn't so comical, and his eyes were darkening, turning nearly black with anger. Shit. If I didn't do something fast, this entire dinner was going to blow up in our faces.

I could tell he was getting ready to say something rude and probably outrageous, so I swept a hand out and knocked my entire glass of water onto his plate and into his lap. The ruse would have been clear to anyone who was actually looking at me, but, luckily, no one was. "Oh Finn, I'm so sorry. Here, let me help you out." I grabbed his arm tightly enough to make my intentions clear and all but drug him out of the room.

He was tense against me, still seething about what he had just seen. I had never really seen Finn lose his temper, but I had heard stories about it from the other guys on the team. The general consensus seemed to be that if Hurricane Finn was getting ready to touch down, you wanted to be as far away from him as possible. He was seldom violent, but he was quite emotionally astute, and he knew how to get at your weak points and be as verbally hurtful as possible. His anger tended to burn out as quickly as it flared up, but it didn't take long to really tear someone apart. Since I was the only one left for him to attack, I steeled myself for what he might say.

But he didn't say anything. He just let me pull him across the living room and up the stairs without the slightest hint of stubbornness. Encouraged, I loosened my hold enough that he could pull away if he wanted to. He didn't. In fact, he seemed to lose his fight entirely.

Then he groaned softly. "Ok, probably shouldn't have eaten. Temper and food not so good for the stomach."

I didn't want to be around if his dinner made a repeat appearance, but the thought of going back downstairs and watching the flirt-fest was just about as nauseating. Please God, if I ever get that pathetic over anyone, including one Mr. Finn Hudson, take me out back and shoot me. I might be a bit of a drama queen, but that's a little much, even for me. I nudged Finn to sit on his bed and lightly patted his shoulder. "Take a few deep breaths and close your eyes. You'll be fine."

I wasn't sure if his sudden nausea was the result of the pain pills he had taken, or if he had a similar opinion about what was going on downstairs. There was a glass next to the bed, so I filled it with water and had him take a few sips. "Better?"

"Yeah." His eyes met mine, dark and strange. "Did you know about this? Was this all some scheme of yours?" The words came out harsh, but there was an underlying desperation that nearly broke my heart. "Tell me you didn't have anything to do with this."

For all of my soul searching and pouting last night, it had never occurred to me that Finn might have feelings of his own about our parents. I guess I had just assumed that since Finn had never known his father, he wouldn't care that much about mine. In an odd way, I felt more entitled to be upset, because I had had my mother for the first six years of my life, and would always compare another woman to her.

The two of us were walking the same line, just from different sides. I was mourning my mother and what I had lost. Finn was mourning his father and what might have been. I patted his shoulder. "No, I had nothing to do with this. Your mother was sitting with me in the cafeteria when Dad came to get me and they just started flirting. It was one of the most horrible things I've ever seen, and that includes what happens when Rachael Berry is allowed to dress herself. I couldn't stop them."

His eyes searched mine for any sign of a lie. Finn might be clueless in many ways, but he did try. It was that probing look more than anything else that convinced me that I had to tell him about Quinn and Puck. Not because I was petty and wanted Finn for myself, but because I was his friend first, and he trusted me. If I broke that trust now, things would never be the same between us.

But it didn't have to be tonight. Tonight, it could just be me and him, before all of this came crashing down. "Finn, I swear."

"I believe you." He let his chin drop down to his chest. "You wouldn't lie to me."

Of course I would. I had done it before, about things that were both stupid and important. I had told him I wasn't gay when I obviously was, that I couldn't hit a high note that I knew I could, and a dozen other things that seemed insignificant at the time, but were actually pretty important. Not to mention the number of times I had seen invisible dirt or lose threads on his clothes, or told him that I needed to correct his choreography just so I would have an excuse to touch him. "Your faith in me is quite touching." It wasn't the actual truth, but it wasn't quite a lie either.

He looked like he might want to say something else, so I interrupted before he could. "Why don't you get out of those wet clothes?"

One eyebrow flicked upwards, but I combated it with my best diva face. "Please. I'll turn my back to protect your precious dignity."

Finn started laughing. "Yeah, whatever." After months of showering together in the locker room, there was really no need for us to be modest in front of each other. Well, no need except for the fact that I was 16 and it was a constant fight to keep my body from betraying me. Stupid hormones.

I kept my word and turned around, counting on the fact that Finn wouldn't realize I was now facing the mirror and could see him anyway. I bounced from foot to foot trying to blow off some of my nervous energy. I was so distracted that I didn't realize that Finn had said something until he repeated it. "Earth to Kurt!"

"What? Sorry, I was distracted." By your ass.

"I asked what was wrong with you. I mean, usually you jump at the chance to pick out everyone else's clothes, and you haven't said anything about mine yet." Did he actually sound a little disappointed by that, or what it just my imagination?

Years of practice allowed me to recover quickly. "Well, I was going to give you a break, considering that you're fresh out of the hospital, but you asked for it." I went through his dresser, trying to find something that wasn't too bad. When I'm not having sexual fantasies about Finn, I have reoccurring dreams about taking the poor boy shopping for decent clothes. Then, after a two day spree, we burn all of his old clothes together. Then we fool around next to the fire. Ok, so there are no daydreams about Finn that are totally nonsexual.

I finally located a grey button-up shirt and a nice pair of jeans. "Here, put these on."

He started to take them, then shook his head. "I can't do those little buttons one handed. I could barely do the one on my jeans."

I had to bite my lip to prevent from blurting out that I would be glad to help him with the buttons on both articles of clothing. "Right, right." I looked again. "Long or short sleeves?"

"Long." There was absolutely no sense of organization in Finn's dresser, so I found myself carefully choosing and refolding most of what was in there. Finally, I found a red shirt that passed muster. Barely.

"How about this?" I held it up and was gratified when he nodded.

"Yeah, that's good." He stripped the shirt he was wearing off and fumbled with the catch on his sling. It released, which made him drop his arm suddenly and yelp in pain.

Dear God, he was going to rebreak his arm before the night was up. Before I could stop myself, I jumped forward. "Stop it before you hurt yourself. Now come here." Before he could even think about formulating a protest, I took the shirt from him. "Now, put out your arms."

I helped him slip the T-shirt on, then rebuckled the sling. It was only when I had finished, that I realized I was practically standing on top of him, my body close enough to his that I could feel his body heat. Finn must have noticed, but I didn't draw away and neither did he. He just looked down at me with those unreadable dark eyes, so much like his mothers had been earlier.

We remained frozen like that for a few minutes, barely breathing. Finally, Finn lowered his chin to his chest, bringing his face almost level with mine. I raised my head slightly, so the tips of our noses touched. Electricity crackled between our bodies. Finn stopped there, still watching me. I could close the gap between our lips in an instant.

Don't do it, Kurt. If you touch him, he's going to freak out. Back off and let him chase you a bit. Trust me, it will drive him crazy and make him want you even more.

It was a good piece of advice, one I had read over and over in Cosmo, but I didn't know if I actually had the courage to carry it through. What if Finn wasn't willing to chase me? After all, he already had Quinn.

Still, I had to listen to Galinda, since she was the embodiment of my instincts. Plus, she had yet to lead me astray. So, instead of knocking Finn backwards onto the bed and having my wicked way with him, I took a step backwards, out of his personal space. "So, is that good?"

He nodded jerkily, his eyes hooded. Most of the time, it was easy to tell what Finn was thinking, but, right now, he was blank to me. Was he interested? Disgusted? Possibly he was still seething about what was going on downstairs.

"Alright then, put your jeans on and we'll go down and get some pie." Normally, I wouldn't touch it, but I figured that a show of solidarity couldn't hurt.

Of course, I watched in the mirror. After all, I only had to play hard to get when he might actually notice, and he was so busy trying to do the zipper and button with only one functional hand that there was little chance of that happening. Damn, Finn had a nice ass.

"Ok, done." He looked ridiculously proud of that accomplishment.

Even though Galinda was already reminding me of the agreement we came to not 3 minutes ago, I couldn't help but hold out a hand. I wasn't being desperate, I was just afraid the Finn would fall down the stairs if he didn't have me to steady him. After all, I'd seen him stumble over his own feet when he was healthy and had two arms to steady himself. For a few seconds, everything hung in the balance, before he tentatively placed his hand in mine. His fingers lightly enclosed mine, the difference in size bigger than I thought it would be.

"Do you think it's safe to go down there? I mean, ew." He did that cute little nose wrinkle again.

"Want me to scout it out for you?" Not that I really wanted to let go of him.

He grinned. "No, we can do it together. You know, be stealthy, like ninjas."

I had to bite back a laugh at the though of either one of us being a ninja. Finn was huge and uncoordinated and a ninja head covering would mess up my hair even worse then the football helmet did. Plus, black clothing washed me out. "Alright, ninja, let's go."

We met Finn's mother on the stairs. She gave us a strange smile, and I realized that I was still holding Finn's hand. I loosened my grip so he could get free, but he didn't really seem to notice. "Mom, what's up?"

To her credit, Carol didn't make a big deal out of it. "You two didn't come back down and I got worried. Are you done eating? You barely touched your food."

"Yeah, my stomach's still a little funny. I think it's the pills or something."

Her worry was palpable, and he jumped in to try and help. "Can I have pie, though?"

"Of course. Kurt, would you like some also?"

I would be stuck on the stairmaster for two hours working it off, but I nodded. "Please."

Finn dropped my hand when we got back to the table in favor of attacking the piece of pie his mother put in front of him. I was amazed at how quickly he could go from having a sick stomach to eating everything that was put in front of him. I ate my own, much smaller piece, slowly, enjoying the rare treat.

I drug it out as much as I could, knowing that we would probably leave as soon as I was done eating. While I had been upstairs trying to keep Mount Finn from blowing his top, the adults had already cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. There was only so long I could do it, though, and I was finished within a few minutes.

My father was giving me the look as he gestured for me to get up. "Thank you for having us, Carol, Finn; it was a very nice dinner."

"Thank you for cooking. I just didn't feel up to it, and I hate feeding Finn so much takeout."

There's something forced about their words, and I suddenly wonder if they had said more, much more, to each other while Finn and I were still upstairs.

Dad was talking again. "I hate to cut this evening short, but Kurt has homework and I don't want to wear Finn out."

Now that he mentioned it, Finn was starting to yawn again. I raised my fingers in a wave. "I'll see you later, Finn."

He ducked his head, running a hand through his hair like he always did when he got nervous. "You, uh, you can come over tomorrow or the next day. You know, if you want."

Why yes, yes I did want. Quite badly actually. "Glee practice tomorrow until 5, but I'll come by after. You and I can work on your homework."

When he grinned at me, all was right with the world. "How about no homework?"

Carole interrupted. "How about I know what your grades are and you should be asking for all the help you can get?" Her tone was sweet, but left no room for argument.

Finn turned back to me. "How about you help with my homework after Glee?"

"Ok, I'll be there." You bet I'll be there.