A/N: I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. Work has gotten away with me, and I my foster dog is taking up the lions share of my time at the moment. Hopefully I will get the next one up quicker.

Kurt POV

Normally, I'm a very careful driver. I obey the speed limits, always signal, and don't do idiotic things like racing trains or blowing red lights. Ending up a crushed mess of red goo that will look terrible in my coffin is not one of my life plans, thank you very much. Plus, I can't stand the thought of having an accident with my baby, and having to explain to my father that it was through my own carelessness. The look of disappointment on his face would be almost too much to imagine.

There were not normal circumstances, however. Normal circumstances involved me being alone in the car, or with Mercedes, both of us singing along to the radio. The most certainly did not involve Finn Hudson making 'fuck me' eyes, while his hand crept steadily higher on my thigh. "Finn, stop that!"

He sighed pitifully, like this wasn't the third time I had had to tell him to knock it off in 10 minutes, but he did move his hand back to my knee, where I knew it was just a matter of time before it started sliding up my leg again. "All the way, Finn."

Another dramatic sigh. "But-"

"But nothing, it's only another couple of minutes before we get to the house, unless, of course, you would rather I wrap the car around a tree, and we both end up in the hospital." I tried to sound tough, but totally failed. Secretly, I was thrilled to have someone who couldn't keep his hands off of me. And with Finn, just like in my dreams. I don't know if I could have been happier.

"That depends. Will I get conjugal visits with you in the hospital?" Trust Finn to manage to both completely misunderstand the situation, and completely steal my heart with just a few words. But if I could keep him talking, I could probably also convince him to keep his hands to himself.

"First of all, conjugal visits are for people in jail, not people in the hospital. Second of all, provided we weren't too badly injured to want sex, I'm sure we would be allowed to have it. Of course, we would never be able to get your mother to leave her baby boy, so it would have to be right in front of her."

His jaw dropped in horror and he actually scooted away from me as far as the seatbelt would allow. "Ew."

It as a pretty disgusting thought, and served its purpose much better then a cold shower would have. "And that's why I want you to keep your hands to yourself."

We both knew that Finn's disgust would only last a few minutes, but that would be long enough to get us home and safely locked in the basement. Then I remembered that I had forgotten to ask Tina what 'punch drunk' meant. Maybe Finn would know. "Finn?"

He gave me a baleful look. "Are you going to say something gross again? Cause, if you are, I think we should just be quiet until we can get to the making out."

I had to laugh at his sincerity. "No, I just had a question for you. What does 'punch drunk' mean?"

The change of subject threw him for a minute, and he just stared at me while he gathered his thoughts. "Punch drunk? It when two dudes are boxing, and the one gets knocked down until he's kind of out of it, and probably has a concussion. When he gets up, he's kind of weaving around like he's drunk, only he's not, like, beer drunk, he's drunk from getting punched. So they call it 'punch drunk', get it? Why?"

I got a lot more then he thought I did. Somehow, both Mercedes and my father had managed to make boxing comparisons, both talking about how this was a bad thing for Finn and probably me, too. Both of them were really smart, and certainly better at reading people then I am and maybe I should be listening to them. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Finn any more then he had already been hurt. "Oh, I just heard the term somewhere."

We were at my house by then, and I pulled into the driveway in a tense silence. Finn watched me seriously, his earlier teasing gone. "You're sad."

Dense as he could be, he knew how to cut to the heart of the matter. "Kind of."

"Why?'

I wished that I could be as honest as he could, just lay everything out there and go on, but I couldn't. I couldn't lie either, though. "Can we talk about it inside?"

"Ok, I guess." He was nervous now, probably thinking that he had done something wrong, and this entire thing was his fault.

To Finn's credit, he waited until we had both stepped through the doorway and the door had closed behind us before he asked again, which was technically inside. "Why are you sad?"

Honesty was the best policy, even if it did lead to broken hearts. "Everyone is telling me that I'm making a mistake with you."

He looked hurt. "Who's everyone? I thought we weren't going to tell anyone about this. Kurt, you promised!" His face had paled and he was starting to back away from me.

I knew it, he was ashamed. "I didn't! And why do you suddenly care so much? Didn't you just tell me that you would come out to everyone if I wanted you to?" I had to fight to keep my voice even. Screaming had gotten me in trouble before, and I wasn't going to let it happen again. "Now listen, alright? My father said something on Sunday, before you woke up. Mercedes knew that I was going to come talk to you this morning, and she saw how happy I was, so she knew that things had gone well. I didn't say yes or no to her, but you know that that's as good as a yes in a girls mind."

Finn stared hard at me for a minute, then released a slow breath. "Ok. I just…I really thought you had lied for a minute."

Pity cooled my temper as quickly as if it had never been there. Finn was willing to forgive a lot of things, but lying wasn't one of them. Quinn's ghost was going to haunt both of us for a long time, maybe forever. I put out my arms. "Come here, you big goof."

He was still tense when my arms wrapped around him, though he did hug me back. He relaxed slowly against me, leaning down to rest his cheek against the top of my head. "Why does everyone think you're making a mistake? What's wrong with me?" His voice was very, very soft.

"Nothing!" I tightened my hold on him. "They just think that this is really fast for you after Quinn, and that you've already been hurt enough."

He pulled free to sit down on the couch. For a few seconds, he was quiet, leaning forward with his elbows against his knees. I just stood there, not knowing what to do. Then he looked up, his eyes studying mine deeply. "Are you going to hurt me, Kurt Hummel?"

How could I answer that and not lie? I couldn't guarantee that I would never hurt him, despite my best efforts. I screamed, I got frustrated and ill tempered, and, if I was being totally honest with myself, I had a bit of a persecution complex. There were probably going to be times when I lashed out, and Finn got caught in the crossfire. "Not deliberately."

"Not deliberately." He repeated the words slowly, as if he was trying them out. Then he gave me a gentle smile. "Well, what else can I ask for?"

That seemed like a good sign, so I came over and sat next to him. He put an arm around me, still giving me that calm look. I took a chance and gave him a quick kiss. He returned it. "So, are we having a biology lesson or not?"

"S-sure." When did I turn into Tina? Finn had that effect on me, he always had. "But let's go downstairs." It would give my father the shock of his life if he walked in on me and I was on top of Finn.

"Ok." If Finn was nervous, he showed no sign of it. Quinn claimed that he wasn't smart enough to be nervous, but I knew that that wasn't true. Finn had been nothing but nervous the past few months, ever since she had decided to announce that there was a little Finn on the way.

Once we actually made it down the steps and into the basement, we both just kind of stood there, not really sure of what we should do. Finn eased from foot to foot, running a hand through his hair and making it stand up in places. I gave my eyes a mental roll and stepped forward to fix it for him.

As soon as we touched, that weird feeling surged through my body again, an almost magnetic pull that seemed to accompany Finn these days. He gasped, which made me think that I might not be the only one who sensed the pull. "Do you feel that?"

"That buzz? Yeah, I felt it Saturday, too. Kind of like a vibration?" Finn moved closer, pressing his body against mine.

That was all it took to produce an instant hard on and cause all of my reservations to disappear. I shoved my hip against his, nudging him over to the bed. Sheets could be washed, and I was not about to violate my couch again. Once was more then enough. "Bed, now."

Luckily, Finn didn't need to be told twice. He took off his shoes and socks and climbed up on the bed, watching me expectantly. I followed suit and laid down next to him, running my shaking hands down his back.

One eyebrow quirked. "Kurt, there's no reason to be nervous. It's not like I haven't seen it all before."

Yes, but last time we had been so caught up in the novelty and passion of it all that I hadn't really thought about what I was doing. This time, I wanted things to go a little slower. Not too slow, but having the entire thing last more then 2 minutes might be helpful. As hard as I was, though, I wasn't holding out much hope.

Finn untucked my shirt so he could trace over my bare skin. He was so quiet that it was eerie, since Finn Hudson was almost never quiet. "Can you take it off? I'm afraid I'll rip it, and it probably cost more than I'm worth."

He was worth absolutely anything, and certainly more than this shirt, which was last season anyway, but I kept because I looked so good in it. I didn't really trust myself to say that yet, though, so I stripped it off. "You, too."

"Ok." Finn wasn't the slightest bit shy, though he did have some trouble getting his shirt off one handed. Of course, if my body looked like that, I wouldn't be shy either. No matter how hard I worked, I was never going to get a six pack like his.

Apparently he liked my body well enough, because he was immediately on top of me, his fingers tracing over my ribs. At any other time, that would have made me start giggling, but now it just added to the thrill. I was moaning pitifully by the time he started licking at my collarbone. The feeling of his tongue against my skin caused my hips to jerk up against his, which made us both groan softly. Finn had a real fetish for putting his mouth of my skin, not that I was complaining, mind you.

I pulled against him, tugging him down next to me, and rolled so I was on top of him. He could have stopped me, quite easily in fact, but he let me move him without tensing or seeming to mind.

He trusts you, baby boy. He trusts you with his body, and he trusts you with his heart. Take good care of both of them, because you have the power to break him right now.

The thought was simple, but so powerful that it brought tears to my eyes. I buried my face in his neck, running kisses down it just so he wouldn't see my face and wonder what he had done wrong this time. He smelled sweet and familiar, just like always, and I couldn't imagine not having this smell. I had to be good for Finn, if for no other reason.

Speaking of Finn, he had just decided to grab my ass, which made me gasp and pull back. He smirked and kissed my lips again. "What?"

"You are not playing fair, Finn Hudson. I didn't do that to you and scare the crap out of you."

He worked his good hand around to start messing with my pants. "Oh really? I seem to recall you smacking my ass in front of the entire school during 'Push It'."

I hadn't realized that he had known that was me. "Come on, you liked that."

Aren't as subtle as you think you are, are you, Kurt? Keep that in mind the next time you think you're being very, very clever.

"Kind of. Mostly I was just so surprised that I lost my place. Now, if you wanted to do that at the next pep assembly…." He gave me a smirk at the same time he managed to undo the button and get his hand down my pants. Great, now I was making that whimpering noise again and everything was getting all bright.

To be 100% honest, I really didn't jerk off that much, so this was all kind of novel. It was messy and took way too long, not to mention I had a distinct lack of material to go back to. My magazines, the ones that April Rhodes had given me, had mysteriously disappeared one day. I knew that my father had had something to do with it, but I was too embarrassed to bring it up in front of him. Plus, I just found the entire thing a little gross. It wasn't gross now, though, it was perfect and I had no idea how I had gone so long without this feeling.

Finn nudged my cheek with his nose. "Open your eyes."

I hadn't realized that I had ever closed them. When I forced them back open, Finn was laying next to me, watching me with dark, dilated eyes. "Hey." The word was quiet and rough.

"Hey." I tried to get my equilibrium back. Finn had gotten to control things last time, and I didn't want him to get the idea that it would always be like that. "Take your clothes off."

He certainly didn't need to be told twice. Within a few seconds, he had managed to get all his shirt and pants off, as well as unbuckle the sling. "Everything, Finn."

I was all but drooling at this point. I hadn't gotten a good look at him on Saturday, and wasn't about to waste this opportunity. Finn shrugged and dropped his boxer shorts without the slightest hint of shame.

Holy shit it was big.

Yes! Kurt if you don't know what to do with that thing, let me at it. I'll figure something out.

I was tempted to let her do it, because I was suddenly terrified. The two of us hadn't actually discussed sex, but I was pretty sure that he would want me to be on the bottom. I hoped he didn't want to do that tonight, because there was no way that thing was getting anywhere near me.

Finn raised one eyebrow. "So, am I going to be the only one who gets naked tonight? Cause, that doesn't seem very fair."

"Uh, sure, I guess." I slid out of my pants and boxer shorts, standing up so that we were face to face. Or, more accurately, face to chest, since Finn was so damn tall.

His eyes widened. "Uh, ok, wow." Suddenly he was the one who seemed nervous. "No offense dude, but that thing is kind of freaking me out. I mean, I don't think it's going to fit in...well, you know. I don't think I'm ready for that." He actually moved a little away from me when he spoke.

Apparently I wasn't the only one who was having some second thoughts about the actual sex part. "It's alright; we don't have to do anything you don't want to." If I didn't phrase this exactly right, he was going to bolt on me. Things had suddenly become very real, and very, very, gay for him. "We don't have to do anything at all. We can just put our clothes back on and study something other then biology."

"No." He gulped and visibly pulled himself together. "No, I want to. Just not, like, all the way. God, I sound like a chick." He chuckled, a soft little release of tension.

I had to assume he was telling the truth, since he certainly hadn't lost his hard on. "If you were a chick, I wouldn't like you."

He smiled a little. "I would still like you, even if you were. But I like you this way, too."

That was probably a significant revelation of some sort, but he had reached out to run a finger over my dick, and I kind of lost the thread of the conversation. "Oh." It came out halfway between a word and a moan.

"Yeah. Can we not talk any more? I'm kind of ready to get to the action." He kissed the side of my neck again, replacing his finger with his hand and I would have agreed to anything in that moment.

Somehow I had lost control of the situation again, but I really couldn't find it in me to care. If Finn had asked me to bend over right then, I would have done it with a smile. "Fuck, Finn."

"Yeah." For as serious as this was, he was very, very calm. "Oh, wait, I got something." He turned and went back over to his backpack, rummaging through the front pocket. "No, no, no, oh, there it is."

Unless he had a cloning machine in there so I could fool around with two of him at once, I didn't care what it was. I just wanted him back here with me.

There was a snap of a bottle opening which made me jump. "See, I got some lube, you know, to be prepared."

And people said that Finn Hudson was stupid. He expertly poured some into his palm and gave me a funny grin. "It's a little cold at first, but you get used to it really fast. It makes things better, I promise."

And just who has he been practicing on? Quinn? Rachael?

Sometimes Galinda was my voice of reason, and sometimes she was just a possessive, jealous, bitch. Finn was probably just using it when he jerked off. The thought made me even harder, and now I was whining pitifully. "Finn, please."

I had sworn that one thing I would never do was beg, but that had totally gone by the wayside. If Finn wanted to hear pleading, he would get pleading.

"Oh, all right." He carefully eased his bad arm around my chest, pulling me back to his body. It was a loose hold, but I had no desire to break it. His fingers lightly scraped over my ribs, and his good hand dipped down lower.

He was right, it was better with lube. Finn's body provided a pillar to lean against, which was good, because it only took about 10 seconds for my knees to unlock, which would have dumped me onto the floor if he hadn't been holding me up. He sucked in a sharp breath when my weight pressed against his arm, but didn't let go for a second. Instead he rested his chin on my shoulder, staring down at what he was doing. I wanted to look also, but I was already so close to the edge, and I didn't want to embarrass myself.

Finn's breath was hot against the side of my neck, coming in whining pants. I could feel him against my back, and the proof that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him brought it up another notch. Then he did this weird twisting thing with his wrist and I came hard, much harder then on Saturday. Sounds that might or might not have been words came out of my mouth, and I slumped backwards against him. He gave a breathy, strained chuckled and folded to the ground, pulling me into his lap and kissing my temple. "Are you still with me?"

Kind of. My head felt heavy, like it was stuffed with silk. Soft, shiny, silky, silk. I had disgusting bodily fluids drying on myself, as well as the edge of my bed, which we had never made it to, and was having trouble remembering why I should care.

Don't you think that you're forgetting something? Or more specifically, someone? It's a sad day when Finn Hudson has more control then you do, but, more importantly, I think he might like to get off, too.

Belatedly, I realized that she was right. Finn wasn't saying anything, but I could feel that he was still hard as diamonds against me. I laid my forehead against his shoulder, feeling the rapid-fire pounding of his heart. "I'm sorry." I wasn't even sure what I was apologizing for, whether it was forgetting about his needs, or for lasting about 30 seconds or for something else entirely. My brain had become a foggy mess, and if it had been anyone but Finn seeing me this way, I would have been humiliated.

"S'ok." He was trying to be cool about it, but I could hear the strain in his voice. I might not jerk off that much, but there isn't a teenage guy alive that doesn't know what blue balls feels like. I did feel a small amount of smugness at the realization that pretty much every case of blue balls I had ever had had been caused by one Mr. Finn Hudson, and now I was causing it in him.

With a soft sigh, I slid off of his lap so I could have better access. "Lay back, ok?" I didn't want to miss my chance to get a good look at his body, without him being all hunched over, like he currently was.

See, this is one of the differences between Finn and I (other then having even a modicum of fashion sense, that is). If someone had asked me to lie back on a strange carpet, I would have been worried about things like being stabbed with a tack or paperclip, or wrinkling my clothing (though neither one of us was wearing any), or getting some sort or strange carpet disease. Finn just laid down, like a puppy asking for a scratch. Well, he was going to get something a lot better then a belly rub.

Before I did any of that, though, I just wanted a chance to see him, something I hadn't gotten last time. I ran my fingers over his face, and down the sides of his neck, and meeting them together as I traced his collarbones. He whined softly, breathing hard. 'Kurt, come on!"

Oh, give the poor guy a break. You're just on a power trip right now, and you know it.

Alright, alright. I leaned my upper body on top of his, kissing him one last time. His body was tense beneath me, his stomach jerking as I touched him. "Please." It was a soft, hoarse, whisper.

If I lived to be 100, I would never forget this moment. One perfect second when I had Finn Hudson begging me for sex. Even if this entire thing ended tomorrow, I could go for years off of this one.

My hand trembled a little bit as I traced it over his abs. What if I didn't do it right? What if he wanted more then I could give him right now?

God, Kurt, man up! He's 16 and so are you. If he gets a hand job out of this, he's going to be perfectly happy. Plus, you seemed to do fine with it the other night. If he asks for more, tell him you aren't ready. You make everything way too complicated, sweetness.

She was right, of course. Galinda was always right, when I actually bothered to listen to her. I was Kurt Hummel. If I didn't give the best hand jobs ever, right now, I would just have to practice until I could. Anything worth doing was worth doing exquisitely.

You sure looked exquisite earlier, when you came about 2 seconds after he touched you.

My irritation with Galinda gave me courage, and I wrapped my hand around his dick. Between the lube still on both of our bodies and the precum that was dripping from him at this point, things moved pretty easily. I stroked hard, from base to tip and back again two or three times, and that was all it took. He came over his stomach and my hand, cursing loudly as he did so.

See, told you so.

Finn was struggling to get up, so I eased off of him. He touched his nose to mine. "I think maybe I need a little practice at this. Sorry, Kurt."

I turned so I could kiss his lips, not quite sure what was going on. "About what?"

His jaw worked for a second, the flush on his face spreading to his ears. "Well, you know." At my raised eyebrow, he continued. "I didn't last very long."

I couldn't help the snort that came on in response to that. "Look at it this way, you lasted longer then I did. Maybe we both need to practice." I raised one eyebrow so he would know exactly what I was suggesting.

That earned me one of his goofy smiles. "You are like the coolest person ever."

"Don't forget it, ok?" I would never understand Finn Hudson. I mean, ego aside, I did think that I was pretty great, but I couldn't understand why Finn would think so. He was popular, gorgeous, sweet-

Hung. There was way too much smugness in Galinda's tone.

That too. Finn was looking at me expectantly, and I realized that he had said something while Galinda was being a pervert. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I said that you wouldn't let me forget how awesome you were. Not that I would, of course. It's just cool how you don't get upset about stuff." He got up, stumbling over a piece of clothing. "I'm going to get something to clean up with, ok?"

It was only then that I remembered that we had managed to violate not only my bedspread, but the carpet as well. Fantastic. Did Finn not have any idea how hard it was going to be to clean this up?

Speaking of, I had just realized that I still had some of Finn's cum on my hand. I looked at it curiously, just wondering. I might not be ready to have sex with Finn, but there were other things we could do, right?

Right, because that thing is going to fit so much better in your mouth then it is in your ass.

That, of course, got my wondering about how exactly one went about giving a blow job. I mean, I've read Cosmo, but knowing and doing were two entirely different things. It couldn't possibly be as easy as pornographic DVD's made it look. Was it bad etiquette to ask Brit or Santana for some tips? Maybe I should just see what I could figure out on my own.

Before Finn could come back and get grossed out, I darted my tongue out to lick at it. It didn't exactly taste bad, but it didn't taste that good either. Certainly not as wonderful as all those thinly disguised porn novels I had stolen from Mercedes made it sound.

Want to guess how many calories in are in that, Kurt? It can't possibly be that many, or it would taste a whole lot better. After all, only things that are bad for you taste good. If it tasted like cheesecake, you would probably be in trouble.

"What are you doing?" Finn's voice was curious and unexpectedly close, and I jumped, feeling oddly guilty.

Odd how the floor never opened up and dropped you into China when you wanted it to. How was I going to explain why I had just gotten caught tasting my kind of boyfriends cum?

Tell him that if he ever wants even the slightest hint of a blow job from you, tasting it is a necessary evil. Galinda had a snicker in her mental voice.

I picked my chin up and stared him right in the eye. "I'm practicing."

"Hot." Finn had that dopey half smile on his face, so I was pretty sure I was going to get off the hook for this one. He offered me a wet washcloth, looking around for his clothing as he did so.

"Your boxer shorts are on the dresser." I cleaned as much of the disgusting half-dried mess off of myself as I could, and started stripping the sheets off the bed. True, only a small part of it had gotten hit, but I was not sleeping on filth tonight.

Finn had one eyebrow raised. "How did my underwear end up all the way across the room?"

There was no good answer for that, so I just shrugged. He ambled over and put his boxer shorts back on, which was a rather major disappointment. I could take a hint though, and quickly found my own underwear. "There's some extra sheets in the bottom drawer, pull them out, please." He nodded and started looking around.

That was it? He hadn't even kissed me afterwards, like he had last time. This way made me feel like all he was using me for was sex. I didn't need him to get down on his knees and declare his undying love for me, but give me something!

He helped me remake the bed (the Finn Hudson version of helping, which only ended up making twice the work. Honestly, how did the boy make it 16 years and not know how to properly put on a fitted sheet?) and flopped down it. "Don't you want to cuddle or something?" He held out his arms in invitation.

If I didn't take this invitation right now, it might never be repeated. I jumped on to the bed with enough enthusiasm that I slammed my knee into Finn's hip. We both yelped, clutching at our respective injured parts. Funny, no one ever ended up with bruises in the movies.

There was a further 45 seconds or so where we squirmed around and knocked knees and heads and elbows before finding a comfortable position. When I told Mercedes about this night, which obviously wasn't going to be for a while, since Finn wasn't exactly my boyfriend yet, I was leaving this part out. In the version I was going to tell her, the entire thing was perfect, so perfect that there was beautiful music swelling in the background while we were fooling around. Then we drifted off in each others arms, and woke up together (without bed head or morning breath, thank you very much) the next morning.

Finn seemed to be well on his way to the drifting off in my arms part, his eyes closed and his bad arm draped loosely over my chest. He was so quiet that I startled when he spoke. "So, don't let me fall asleep, ok? I still have to be at the doctors at 6:30 to get my staples out."

"I won't." Normally, I would have set the alarm on my cell phone to be sure, but that would involve getting out of bed and finding my pants, both of which seemed like way too much effort. Hell, at this point, I wouldn't have gotten out of bed if Lady Gaga herself and been standing on the other side of the room, offering me a personal makeover and style tips.

We were both quiet for a few minutes. I didn't know what to say or do, and God only knew what Finn was thinking about. Probably food. Or sex. Or both.

As it turned out, he wasn't. Oh no, not Finn Hudson. Finn Hudson had to be thinking about the one thing I wished he wasn't. "I'm curious."

I waited, but he didn't seem to want to elaborate. "About what? Because if you want some fashion advice, and, believe me, you need it desperately, you're going to have to wait because I'm too tired to care."

His chuckle vibrated through my back. "Just because I don't know designers or anything, doesn't mean I don't have any fashion sense. I can match stuff."

That was debatable. When your shirts came in just three or four colors, and you wore nothing but jeans, there wasn't a much that you could screw up. I gave him my patented raised eyebrow, which he shrugged off. "What do you want to know, then?"

A red flush spread across his face, and he made an awkward gesture. "What does it taste like? You know what I mean."

So much for hoping he hadn't understood what I was doing. I could feel my face heating up until I'm sure it matched his. "Not that great." I buried my face in the pillow, praying that he wouldn't push the issue.

The bed shifted as he nodded. "Yeah, those guys in the porn videos really didn't act like it tasted very good either."

That was enough to make me pick my head up. "You watched gay porn videos?" The idea was so foreign to me that I couldn't decided whether I was seriously turned on, or so confused that my brains were going to explode.

Finn looked confused, which was rather endearing on him. "Yeah, on the internet." I must have still looked shocked because he nodded. "Dude, I kind of had to for later on with you and me. So I don't, you know, suck at it."

The thought of Finn watching porn so he would know what to do was both extremely arousing and very sweet. "I kind of think sucking is the point of at least part of it, but far be it from me to tell you how to please someone sexually. I'm sure you have far more experience with it then I do."

Luckily he was able to read my teasing tone and didn't take offense. "Yeah, I've fooled around with lots of guys. You know, there was Puck, and Matt, and Mike and, uh, Mr. Shue, and Figgins and Karofsky-"

I jabbed him in the ribs, cutting him off. "Karofsky? As in David 'I torment Kurt Hummel for fun because I'm the missing link and have no brains' Karofsky?"

"Well, yeah. Don't you think he's kind of a closet case?"

"Of course he is. But I don't want to even think about you fooling around with him. Or Matt, or Mike, or Mr. Shue and definitely not Puck!"

He gave me that goofy smile again and gently kissed my lips. "Why would I want to fool around with any of them? I have you now, don't I?"

It wasn't 'I love you', but it was really, really close. Whether he realized it or not, Finn was staking a claim on me. He wasn't calling himself my boyfriend, not with words, but he might as well have been. Because really, wasn't saying that he wanted me, and only me, the same thing? "Yeah, you have me. That officially makes you the luckiest guy on earth."

One hand came up and stroked down my back, almost to my ass, then back up again. It was soothing and perfect and right, laying here with Finn, my head on his chest and his heart thumping in my ear. The rhythm grew slower and slower, and his hand trailed to a stop just under my shoulder blades. When he spoke it was a sleepy mumble "Yeah, I am pretty lucky. Maybe you and I should run away to Vegas or something."

I didn't know how to reply to that, and it really didn't matter. Finn's chest was doing that funny rattling thing, and I knew he was asleep. The smart thing to do would be get up now, before I fell asleep too, wrapped up in his arms. Yeah, that would certainly be the intelligent and rational thing to do.

Finn and I both slept through his appointment at the doctors.