Kurt POV

Finn was gone when I woke up; I knew that before I even opened my eyes. My bed was tiny, and there was no way we could have both fit on it without being on top of each other. Disappointment surged up into my throat, but I forced it down. Finn was going to sleep on the couch, we had agreed to that before he even came over yesterday.

But that had been before everything happened. I would have at least thought he would want to cuddle afterwards, but apparently not. Maybe we had, though, everything got a little fuzzy after what could realistically be termed the best orgasm of my life.

Honestly, when I was planning how things would go with Finn (yes, I planned it, so sue me. I've had a few years to think about this), things had certainly, well…lasted a lot longer. Plus, there was much less embarrassing whining and whimpering on my part. Dear God, had those sounds actually emerged from my throat? At least no one had been around to hear them but Finn, and he certainly hadn't minded.

At least not when he was in the moment. By now he was probably having second thoughts, if he was still here at all. It was not only possible, but probable that he had called Puck to come get him after I fell asleep last night, and he would be long gone when I opened my eyes.

So what if he is? Then you've discovered he's a closet case and an asshole and you're better of without him. You got a fantastic hand job out of this, and you'll know for sure if he's worth pursuing. So open up your eyes, you wimp, and face the day, with or without Finn Hudson.

It was nice when my diva woke up at the same time I did. Her snark always made me feel much more ready to get up and greet the day. So I stretched lazily and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

Finn wasn't gone. He was stretched out across the couch, his legs dangling off the side and his body curled awkwardly. His face was snuggled into the crook of his arm, and his breath came in short pants. He was a little restless, though I couldn't tell if it was due to bad dreams or just an attempt to keep his entire body on the couch.

I debated waking him up, then decided against it. He would wake up on his own, either when he was ready, or because he had finally pitched to the floor. Either way, there was no sense in bothering him.

Somehow, a magical fairy (probably one named Finn) had come and cleaned the worst of the mess off of me last night, but I still felt rather disgusting, so I decided to take a shower. I gathered my shower stuff out of my bathroom and went upstairs; loathe to bother Finn with the noise of the shower.

My dad was sitting at the kitchen table, reading over the sports page. "Morning, Kurt. How was last night? Was it what you thought it would be?"

"Excuse me?" Did I have a big sign on my forehead that said 'Kurt fooled around with Finn Hudson last night'?

His eyes narrowed as he lowered the paper. "With your party? You were careful about the drinking, right? I know it's what teenagers do at a party, but you need to be smart about it."

Oh, the party. Right. Some of my enthusiasm came roaring back. "It was great! The entire club was there, except for Quinn and Puck, which is probably a good thing, since I don't want to have to try and get blood out of the carpet today. We sang and danced and managed to get a few things sorted out for Sectionals. And yes, I made sure that everyone who drank had a DD to drive them home."

The look on his face suggested that he wouldn't have found the party that fun, but he tried gamely to look interested. "That sounds…nice. Wait, what do you mean about blood and the carpet? What happened?"

I was torn about telling him. Finn had asked me not to tell anyone about all of it, but I'm not sure if he meant my father or not. Plus, Dad already kind of knew about Puck and Quinn, so it wasn't like he had no idea. I battled with myself, then finally backed down. "Puck and Finn are fighting at the moment and you know how boys are."

Does he? After all, you're all but a girl to him.

Galinda was only fun when she was turning her bitchy side on other people. When she turned on me, it was a different story. Especially since I was more than a little afraid that she was right. Dad was a guy's guy, and I know that some part of him wants a son just like Finn. Someone he can talk sports and girls with, and who would much rather go to the pro game then Riverdance again. I pushed down on that thought. Dad loved me, and wouldn't trade me in for anyone, so that was all that matters.

"Yeah, I remember those days. Finn find out about Puck and that girl?" He put out an arm, and I gratefully leaned into it. It may have been Carol's influence, but he was suddenly touching me more often, and I liked it.

His touch broke down the last of my reluctance. "Dad, it's worse then that. There's…there's a baby."

His head snapped up. "Kurt, do not get into the middle of this. If there's one thing you should never, ever, do, it's get in the middle of a domestic dispute. Especially when a baby is involved."

Too late for that, Mr. Hummel. But if you had given Kurt that advice 12 hours ago, it would have helped a lot.

"It's not Finn's." I was pulling at straws here, desperate for him to think I was making a good choice.

Dad rubbed at his forehead, as if he could already feel a headache forming. "Are you sure about that?"

Unless the hot tub method had become a new fertility treatment, I was sure. "Yes."

"Does he know that he isn't the father?"

"He does now. That was kind of what caused the fight." Please, Dad, tell me what to do.

The paper was forgotten on the table top now. "So, let me get this straight. You have a...well, a crush on Finn. Finn, at the same time, is dating this Quinn girl, who is sleeping with Puck. Now Finn is not sleeping with Quinn, which is the only way we can be sure that the baby is not his. Am I right so far?"

It sounded so tawdry and wrong when he put it like that. "Yes." My voice was a soft whisper.

"But Finn does think that the baby is his, at least at this point?"

"Right."

"How long are we talking about here? A few days? A week? A month?"

I had to think back. Finn had known long before the rest of us did, and we had found out in late October so…let's see…"Almost two months, I guess."

He flinched. "That's not good. Kurt, you need to leave this boy alone, at least for now. I've been there, minus the baby part, and it takes a while to get over a betrayal like that."

My father was speaking from experience, but he was saying exactly what I didn't want to hear. "But…"

"But nothing. Kurt, I know you aren't into sports, but you know how boxing works, right?"

"Yes, sir." I was pouting, and I knew it, but I couldn't force myself to care.

"So these two guys are going for each other, and pretty soon one of them is going to win. So he knocks the other guy down, and the guy gets up. So the first guy hit's him again, and the guy gets up again. This goes on and on, and eventually the other guy is on the floor, and he just can't get up this time. If he's lucky, he's still conscious. Do you see where I'm going with this?"

Not really. I was too creeped out by the thought of two guys attacking each other and calling it a fun sport. "I don't think so."

"Finn's the guy on the ground right now. That girl is pregnant, punch one. He gets up. She cheated on him, punch two. He gets up. With his best friend, punch three. He gets up. The baby isn't his after all, punch four. Somehow he staggers back to his feet. He shatters the bones in his arm, needing surgery, punch five. He's barely standing right now, Kurt. Do you really want to hit him one more time? Because he's on the verge of breaking down right now, and I don't want either one of you to lash out and do something that ruins everything. I'm sorry, son, I have no idea how to use that metaphor in fashion terms."

His words made perfect sense, which only served to piss me off. I had waited for so long to charm Finn Hudson into my bed, and now that he was finally there, everyone was telling me how badly I had screwed up. The worst part was, I knew they were right. I had taken advantage of Finn's emotional state, and pushed him into something that he wasn't ready for. "I guess that makes sense." I could hear the tears threatening in my voice.

Dad's arm tightened around me. "Kurt, I'm not saying that it has to be forever. You like the boy, and it's always possible that he might like you back someday. But if you rush this, it's not going to happen. Trust me; a little mystery goes a long way. Keep your clothes on."

Now was probably not the time to remind him that Finn and I had seen each other naked a million times for football, or to let him know anything that had happened last night. I did however; need to let him know that we had a guest. "Right, be mysterious. Just so you know, he's downstairs right now."

Dad choked on his coffee. "Kurt Anthony Hummel! Did he, I mean, did you- do I need to get my shotgun? God, I should have had this talk with you yesterday."

Yeah, that would have been nice, now wouldn't it have been? Still, I didn't want Dad to wake Finn up with the business end of his gun, so I rolled my eyes. "He's on the couch, fully dressed. Would you like to double check that? Anyway, you knew there were plans for him to spend the night, I told you that yesterday"

He must have remembered, because he started looking significantly less like he was about to have a stroke. "And you didn't….Oh, God, Kurt, you are too young to be having sex, with men or women!"

If there was ever a time for the floor to open up and drop me into China, this was it. I loved my father, but this was just…no. "Dad, I did not have sex with Finn, alright? Now I have a shower to go take." I marched off with as much dignity as I could muster, which really wasn't much, but at least I didn't slink off like a kicked dog. I still had some pride, and I hadn't actually lied to him. Technically, I hadn't slept with Finn, it had just been a little harmless experimentation, and then Finn had taken over the couch. See? No harm done.

Except emotionally. I had not only hurt Finn by pushing things, but I was hurting myself also. Now that I knew what it could be like, the thought of letting him go hurt even worse. But I had to. For Finn's sake, I had to be strong.

I'll admit it, I stood for a long time in the shower, just hanging my head and letting the water beat down on me. I was just so tired to trying and losing out, especially when victory was right within my grasp. Actually, it had literally been in my grasp last night.

I took an extra long time in the shower, since I didn't have any plans for today, and Finn practically entered a coma every time he fell asleep. If he woke up before noon, it would be a minor miracle.

Which was why it was such a shock to hear two voices coming out of the kitchen, and my father's laughter. I stopped on the far side of the door and listened in.

"Yeah, well, a busted arm is a hell of a lot different then a blown knee. You'll be back out there next season, better then ever. Now turn that a little bit, so I can see better. No, the other way. Perfect."

Wait, was he telling Finn about blowing his knee in college? Why was he telling Finn that? They barely knew each other! I was his son and I had to wait sixteen years to find this stuff out about him!

Kurt, get a hold of yourself. Galinda sounded as if she was rolling her eyes. Are you really in competition with Finn over your father's old football stories? The ones that bore you to death? You should be happy that he has someone else to torment with them, someone who actually cares.

Only it wasn't about the football stories. It was about the excited way my father was talking. Real excitement, not the kind he had to force like when I was rambling on about fashion design. It cut more deeply then I thought it would.

There was no way I was going to stand here and listen to anyone, even Finn, steal my father right out from underneath me. I took a quick breath and bounced into the room, not giving them any warning. I'm not sure why that seemed so important, since it wasn't like they were making out or anything, but I did. "What's going on in here?"

My father gave me his usual affable grin. "Hey, Kurt, what's up?" He was holding Finn's arm in one hand, finishing up wrapping a bandage around it.

Finn wasn't nearly as friendly. Actually, he ducked his head down and refused to make eye contact. "Hey, Kurt." It came out as a strained mumble.

Fantastic, he was ashamed of what had happened. Dad gave him a funny look, but shrugged it off. I had overheard him tell Carol that teenagers were strange and moody creatures, and had they ever been like that? "We were waiting on breakfast until you finished up there, but it's almost lunch now. What should I make you boys?"

My father was a good, but very limited cook, so we were going to be stuck with either hamburgers, sandwiches, or pot pies from the freezer. I gave Finn an expectant look, which he cringed away from. "Whatever Kurt wants. I'm not fussy."

"Finn and I can make ourselves some sandwiches, Dad, there's no need for you to cook." I gave Finn a hard glare, and he hunched down further.

"Ok, then." He stood up and patted Finn's shoulder. "I'm going to go to the garage for a while, look over the books. Come on back for the game, next weekend, Finn, alright? Kurt, I'll see you for dinner." It didn't escape my notice that he didn't pat my shoulder. In fact, he didn't touch me at all.

Jealously swelled up in my chest. What made Finn so damn special? My vision blurred and I slammed the fridge open. "What sort of meat do you want?" I was furious and I didn't bother to hide it.

"Uh, anything, I guess. Whatever you're having." He looked worried now, just like he always did when someone was angry with him.

"Fine." My words were clipped and angry. "You're having lean turkey breast on whole wheat. No mayo, it's full of empty calories and cholesterol."

"Um, ok. That sounds good!" He was attempting to be perky now, no doubt trying to appease me. Not a chance Finn, you fucked up big time.

Kurt-

I barely let Galinda get the word out before mentally telling her to shut up. She might be my voice of reason, but I wasn't in particularly reasonable mood right now. I slammed two sandwiches together, dropping one in front of Finn. It was a testament to how upset I was that I didn't bother to garnish either plate with a little parsley sprig. Let him eat it plain.

I sat down and started nibbling at my sandwich. I had no appetite, but I needed something to do with my hands. "You slept on the couch last night." Good job, Hummel, way to sound like a girl.

Galinda just didn't know when to quit. Still, I wanted to give Finn a chance to redeem himself. There had to be an explanation here, other then the obvious one. There had to be something that wouldn't end up breaking my heart.

He shrugged. "Oh, yeah, about that. I actually did stay with you for a while, but my arm started hurting really bad, and I got really restless. I didn't want to bother you, so I took some pills and laid down on the couch. I guess I fell asleep there."

There was no reason to assume he was lying, but I was cautious. His explanation sounded a little too good to be true, plus, it didn't explain his behavior this morning. "You could have woken me up, you know. I would have sat up with you until you felt better."

He laughed, the sound sweet and merry. "Kurt, I all but carried you to bed last night because you were passed out. I couldn't have woken you up if I tried."

I didn't remember that, but I supposed that it would explain why I had fallen asleep on the couch and woken up in my bed. "Oh, sorry."

"It's alright. After all, we all know what a stud I am." He sounded way too amused and I forced myself to smile back. I had no one to compare him to, but he had been pretty fantastic last night. So sure, I guessed he was a stud.

We fell quiet then, neither one of us willing to bring up the gigantic gay elephant in the room. Finn was probably too embarrassed to do so, and I just wanted to preserve the peace for a few more minutes.

He ate his sandwich quickly, never taking his eyes off of me. He was almost finished before he spoke. "Listen, Kurt, about last night…."

I wasn't going to listen to his awkward explanation of how he really liked me and all, but he wasn't in love with me. About how he was just horny and it didn't mean anything to him. I still had a little bit of my pride left. "It was a mistake, I get it." I couldn't look him in the eyes.

"You think so?" His voice was hurt, but relieved underneath.

"Yes." It was tiny and sad sounding, so I forced my voice to firm up. "You were taking pills, and we're only sixteen, and things happen. It doesn't have to be a big deal. We can just pretend it never happened."

"It's not you, ok? I think you're really great. It's just…it's me, alright?"

Of course it was. Please, I spent most of my formative years watching romantic comedies. It was a classic 'let them down gently' move. In a way, though, I guess it was true. It wasn't Finn's fault that he was straight, any more than it was mine that I was gay. "I said its fine."

"Cool." There came that smile again. "So, what's the plan for today? Unless, you know, you have plans or something. I can have my mom come get me if you do."

Just a few hours ago, I would have been thrilled to spend the day with him. But now I just wanted to call Mercedes and have her come over and tell me that this was not my fault. I honestly hadn't meant to take advantage of Finn; I had thought that he wanted it as badly as I had.

You know, Kurt, this is every straight guy's nightmare. He's nice to the cute little gay boy, and somehow they end up in bed together. He's always been pretty accepting of you, but this is over the line. Good job, kiddo.

"Actually, I'm supposed to meet Mercedes at 1. I can give you a ride though."

Liar, liar.

"Sure, let me get my stuff together. Hey, do you think your dad would want to watch the game tonight, or he'll be too busy at the garage?" He was already ambling towards the basement door, so he missed the expression on my face that would have told him to back off. "That would be pretty cool. My mom's too much of a chick to watch with me.

Rage exploded in my vision. This was too much, too soon and my senses overloaded. "No, he doesn't want to watch the game with you! If he's going to watch the game, he's going to watch the game with me!" My voice was rose until I was almost screaming.

Finn's eyes widened. "Chill, dude, it's not that big of a deal. I didn't even think you liked sports games." He sounded confused, which I understood. It wasn't every day that the guy you fooled around with the night before turned into a shrieking harpy when daylight hit him.

"Yes it is! He's my dad, and just because you don't have one of your own, doesn't mean you can have him!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs now, which was not a good look for me, but I couldn't help it. Dad had taken so easily to Finn, patting his shoulder and talking sports with him, when he couldn't even bring himself to touch me, his own son.

It was only when Finn visibly flinched that I remembered how badly he hated being yelled at. I could almost see him shutting down on me, his dark eyes fluttering shut and his shoulders hunching up.

A strange feeling came over me then, one that I hated to admit that I even possessed. Finn was actually afraid of me right now, and you know what? I was glad. I was glad that he was afraid, and that he was the one in the vulnerable position. I was hurting, and I wanted to hurt someone back just as badly.

It was a terrible personality trait, this cruelty, but right now I just didn't care. Finn was backing up, and I pushed forward until he was up against the counter. He put up his hands. "Alright! Kurt, you need to calm down. Ok? I don't want to take your dad. I have a dad, even though he's dead."

Those words seemed to give him some courage, and he stepped forward so we met in the middle of the floor. He towered over me, and I started to lose my nerve. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving me tired and more than a little ashamed of actions. My father loved me, I was his son. There was no reason he couldn't strike up a friendship with Finn.

Except for the small fact that Finn just broke your heart, and your Dad might love you, but he likes Finn, and not just because he has to. Just think, Kurt, maybe he'll marry Carol, and then Finn will be his son too. Then you will be screwed.

For a few minutes, we both stood frozen, a foot or so apart, breathing heavily. In the movies, this would have been where he stepped forward, sweeping me up into his arms, and gave me a breath stealing kiss. This wasn't the movies, though. This was two scared high school boys. When he spoke, his voice was quiet and strained. "Is this about your dad, or about what happened last night?"

Both. Neither. Mostly last night. Honestly, I didn't know. "I'm just tired, Finn, and so are you. This…this just isn't the right time."

What I had meant was that this wasn't the right time to talk about this, but he seemed to take it a different way. "Right! It's not the right time right now, but that doesn't mean that it will never be. See, we're on the same page after all!" He sounded so happy that I didn't want to tell him I had no idea what he was talking about.

I stepped backwards, out of his space. Suddenly, I was as exhausted as I had claimed I was earlier. "I'm sorry I yelled at you."

He gave me that crooked smile. "I'm sorry I made you mad. Really, Kurt, I'm not trying to take your dad away, I promise."

"I know that." I reached out, lightly patting his back. "I don't know why I got so pissed off with you. So, how about we pretend that nothing after Mercedes and Tina left last night ever happened? Ok? Just friends?"

"Yeah, of course. Friends, right?" There was something strange in his eyes when he said that, but I just couldn't deal with sorting it out right now. "Cool. I'll get my stuff, and get out of your hair."

I probably should have offered to help him, but I didn't trust myself to be with Finn right now. My emotions were all over the place, from love to hate and back again, and I was starting to get a headache.

Within two minutes, I heard him come thumping back up the stairs. It would have taken me a half hour or longer to get myself together, but I supposed all Finn had to pack was his pajamas and clothes from last night. He hadn't even gotten a chance to take a shower this morning. When he hit the top of the stairs, overnight bag over his shoulder, I noticed that he took care to stay a few feet away from me. Clearly he was afraid that I would freak out on him again.

Funny, all the time I had spent worrying that he would flip out the minute I made a sexual move on him, and I ended up being the one doing the flipping. I tried to smile in a nonpredatory way. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah." He was quiet the entire way to the car and for most of the ride to his house. Normally, I would have started up a playful game over what radio station to listen to, but this time I just left it on a rock station. Neither one of us was up for any more games today.

We were in his driveway before he spoke. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I really, really didn't want it to be this way."

I smiled at him, though even I could tell how sad and false it was. "I know." The thing was, I knew it was true. Finn never meant to hurt anyone, it just sort of happened. "Do you want a ride to school tomorrow?" Usually Quinn picked him up, but I somehow couldn't see that happening now.

"That would be great." His jaw worked strangely for a minute, like he wanted to say something else, but nothing came out. "I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"Alright, Cowboy, I'll see you." There I was again with that stupid nickname and, again, he didn't notice.

I watched him go up to the front door and let himself in, his movements slow. Once I was sure that he was safe, I pulled out of the drive and drove to the nearest gas station. My baby didn't need gas, but I needed to text Mercedes. I found her number and fired off a quick text, asking if I could come over. She replied almost immediately, telling me to come on and that she had ice cream. How she got that things had gone poorly from a four word text was beyond me, but I was grateful for it. I confirmed that I would be there at one, then just sat, unable to do anything to help myself.

I crossed my arms over the steering and laid my head on them. How in the world had I screwed things up so badly in just 12 hours? Finally, now that there was no one here to see me, I took a shuddering breath and started to cry.

A/N: So, what do you think? Do you think Finn got what he deserved, or Kurt went way over the line? If there's one thing that neither one of them is short on, it's dramatics. Next chapter will be from Finn's POV, because Kurt really upset him.