Kurt POV

Despite my vows to never act like I was impressed by anything Rachael Berry ever did, I had to admit that this was pretty darn cool. We were being treated like actual celebrities, with make-up and catered food (ok, so it was basically bread and cheese, but still) and people actually treating us like we mattered.

Not that any of this actually helped the commercial. To no one's surprise, Rachael had been chosen for the female speaking part, even though her acting skills rated somewhere slightly below Lindsay Lohan's after a three week bender.

Mee-yow.

I, naturally, hadn't even been considered for the male part. Possibly because I was significantly shorter then Rachael was, or possibly because I didn't look like I could pull off the 'just lost my job at the factory' look. His first pick had been my boyfriend (God, I was never going to get tired of calling him that), but Finn had gotten suddenly shy and mumbled that he would rather be in the background. It surprised me, because Finn was never shy about taking the lead in Glee, but today he was happy to surrender the part to Puck.

I flickered an eyebrow when he came over to stand by me, but just raised and dropped one shoulder in a half shrug. Maybe he would tell me later, maybe not, sometimes Finn held on to his secrets.

We stood there for a while, watching the almost painfully bad acting coming from Rachael and Puck. I wasn't really sure what the rest of us were expected to do, but both Finn and Rachael insisted that the man had specifically asked for a group of us, rather then just a few. Of course, I might have been able to think more clearly if Finn hadn't been running his fingers up and down my back. I reached back and swatted him before hissing "Stop that! Someone is gong to see."

His mouth opened to reply, but before he could get the words out, Rachael was talking again. "I'm sorry; this just isn't working for me."

Leave it to Rachael to find the ego to talk back to the person giving her her first real opportunity. The little man seemed shocked as well, his belly shaking. "Well, what do you propose instead?"

Oh that poor man. Giving Rachael Berry authority, even a little bit of it, was like giving Poland over to Hitler. He was done for. Her dark eyes lit up, and for the first time, I could see how men found her attractive. Passion made her lovely, even if there was a bit of a desperate vibe coming off of her. "I'm so glad that you asked. See, I've been in the performing arts for years, and with my extensive experience…"

I tuned her out; since I would much rather hang out with the rest of the club. She would get her way in the end, she always did. Finn flopped lazily onto one of the show mattresses, closing his eyes. "This is way more comfortable then the one at my place."

Both Mercedes and Tina climbed up next to him, which provided me with enough cover to do it as well. I didn't miss the way the girls shifted around so Finn and I were next to each other, nor did I miss the 'oh how precious' looks etched onto both of their faces.

I was as close to snuggling with Finn as I was ever going to get in public, and I wanted a moment to just enjoy being so close to him that I could turn my head slightly and kiss him if I wanted. Naturally, because karma has made me her bitch, Matt, Mike, and Puck decided to jump up on the next mattress over and start bouncing. That encouraged Finn to sit up and jump over as well, and pretty soon it turned into a playful wrestling match between the four of them.

"You gotta admit, guys, that it pretty damn hot." Mercedes was watching the football players go, her eyes half shut. Tina murmured her assent from my other side. Even I had to admit that there was something sexy about watching all those boys touch each other in all sorts of naughty ways. Finn was currently on his knees, holding Matt in a head lock. Then Puck jumped on Finn's back from behind, arms around his neck and wrestled him to the mattress, using his body to pin Finn's down so Matt and Mike could gang up on him. "Take that, Frankenteen!"

Ok, this had just gone from mildly homoerotic to completely gay. I knew that my mouth was hanging open, but a quick look revealed that Tina and Mercedes were in the same condition.

In other words, this day just made it into your personal top 10. Sexy, sweaty jocks all rolling around in bed together? Yes sir! This will provide us with months of masturbatory material.

Years, probably. Finn abruptly squirmed free and jumped back onto my bed, dropping down next to me. "Kurt's home base!" He rested both arms on me, as if to claim safety, then stuck his tongue out at the rest of the boys.

"You can't claim Hummel as home base!" Puck stood up and was about to jump over and join us, no doubt to retrieve Finn, when Rachael came over and clapped her hands. "Listen up you guys!"

Everyone listens to Finn because they respect him. Everyone listens to Rachael because if we don't she'll just scream louder and louder until we do. The Glee Club quieted down, all of us waiting for whatever she had to say.

I-I mean, we- have decided that rather then having a typical commercial, we should do a lavish musical number. We have four days to prepare it, then we'll come back here on Monday to perform."

This entire thing had suddenly gotten much more interesting. I sat up, making a big show out of flipping my hair. "I suppose that could work. What song?"

Her eyes narrowed at me, just like they always did when she wasn't sure if I was making fun of her or not. This time I actually wasn't, but a good rule of thumb might be for her to just assume that I was always making fun of her. "I thought that we could use the democratic possesses that our country was founded on and make that choice as a group. I'm calling an emergency Glee meeting at Breadstixx. Now the rest of you need to quit ruining this man's merchandise."

Normally, I would have been sassier, making a big deal out of rolling off the mattress, but I was too distracted by the fact that Finn slipped his arms around my waist and lifted me down. He did the same to Mercedes and Tina, so as not to appear suspicious, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that touching me seemed to have become second nature to him, and I loved the attention.

The six of us couldn't stop chattering on the way over, each person offering a song that no one else liked. As hard as I tried, I couldn't think of anything that related to sleep or mattresses that wasn't a lullaby or totally obscene.

"It needs to be something really upbeat." Artie pushed his glasses back up on his nose. "Maybe not about mattresses, per se. I mean, a lot of commercials have songs that don't have anything to do with what they're selling."

"Maybe we can ask Mr. Shue to help us? At least we can look at his music." Tina was halfway in Artie's lap, and I gave her an evil glare. "Tina, put your seatbelt on. If you go through my windshield and die, my father will take my car and I will do something so horrible to your corpse that it will have to be a closed casket funeral."

It may be a good thing that no on in the Glee club takes me seriously most of the time, because she just giggled and kissed my cheek before she slid back into her own seat. "I love you, too, Kurt."

Finn growled very softly when her lips touched me, obviously not liking anyone but him being able to do that. "What was that, Finn Hudson?"

"I said, I don't think we should tell Mr. Shue about this." He gave me a pleading look, telling me that I might have to do a little of the talking for him.

"Why not? He has all the music and he always picks for us." Mercedes spoke into the rearview mirror.

"Well, that's kinda it. He always picks for us. Maybe this time we could do it ourselves, so we can surprise him. Then we can show him that we're not babies and we can do some of this stuff for ourselves. He's been so sad lately, because of his divorce and because he's wife's a liar and all that, and it would make him feel good to know how much he's taught us."

I would have never thought of that, but it was so incredibly sweet. I jumped to his defense. "I think that's a great idea."

Finn took courage from my support. "I mean, we can do it. We did it with 'Don't Stop Believing', and that turned out great. It'll be cool when he sees us on TV for the first time."

Everyone was nodding agreeablely. Tina was the only one to speak. "That's a really cute idea, Finn."

He smiled at her, but it wasn't the same smile he always gave me. Actually, I didn't think that anyone got the same smile from Finn that I did. "So, we agree?"

Three 'yeses' came from the backseat. I nodded at him. "I agree, too."

"Awesome."

Now that telling Mr. Shue was out of the way, we went back to discussing song choice. Finn was swinging the radio stations from one extreme to the other, trying to find something that hadn't already been suggested and rejected. By the time we actually made it to the restaurant, I was almost dizzy with the amount of changes and we were no closer to finding a song.

Having a meal may have been a poor choice if Rachael wanted to get anything done quickly, considering that the first 20 minutes were wasted trying to figure out who was sitting next to whom and what everyone wanted to eat. Finn ended up between Rachael and I, which seriously cut down on my opportunities to touch him.

Still, we were eventually able to get down to business. Everyone, including Rachael, liked Finn's idea about surprising , which made Finn do that smirky little smile thing and meant it took everything I had not to get hard.

We ordered, and then everyone was trying to figure out which song we should use for our commercial. Unfortunately, we hadn't been able to agree when it was just five of us, and it was impossible with 12. I had rapidly lost the thread of the conversation and decided to focus on the far more interesting, not to mention rewarding, task of trying to touch Finn's thigh under the table.

Moving as slowly as I possibly could, I rested my hand next to his hip, then slid my fingers up to caress his leg. He jumped a little, then shot me an evil look. I made myself look as innocent as possible, which put Finn in a rather interesting position. He couldn't very well snap at me to quit touching him sexually in front of the entire Glee club, but I could tell that I was starting to have an effect on him.

Ok, so I was being a jerk. After all, I knew what total sexual frustration felt like, and I shouldn't want Finn to feel that too. But I may have a little issue with getting drunk off my own power, and that was happening now. I could make Finn's body respond however I wanted it to, whenever I wanted, no matter where we were. He shot me another look, the kind that would have usually had me backing down, but I couldn't stop.

A hand shot out from my other side and smacked my ribs. "Kurt, honey, what do you think?" Mercedes gave me a look that said she knew exactly what I was doing and I needed to stop immediately.

When I finally withdrew my hand, I couldn't quite tell if Finn was relieved or disappointed. His face looked fairly composed, but I could see a slight tremble in the hand he had resting on the table. Rachael noticed the look on his face. "Are you alright, Sweetie?"

He isn't your 'sweetie', Babs. He's our Cowboy. He if has a problem, Kurt and I will take care of it. Actually, I think we might have just given him a problem, but don't worry, we can take care of it. At least we better.

Somehow Galinda had managed to insult Rachael and threaten me in one long breath. Damn that bitch was good.

Finn shrugged lazily. "Yeah, I guess I'm just a little tired. I should be fine after a nap." He gave me a sideways look, one that told me he expected that I would be joining him for said nap, and there would be very little sleeping going on. I nodded minutely back at him.

"Jump." There it was again, that quiet, unfamiliar voice, one I had only heard once before. We all looked at Matt, who shrank down a little under all the attention. "I mean, its quick and its got a good beat, so it would be easy to dance to. Besides, you know, jumping on the bed?"

As hard as I searched my mind, I couldn't place the song with a melody. "I don't know that one."

Rachael reached into her bag and produced an iPod. "Here, it's in this one."

Let it never be said that Rachael Berry ever missed anything musically. She had no less then five iPods, all filled to capacity, and I was willing to bet that she knew every word to every song. I put one earbud in so I could still pay attention to the conversation. Matt's suggestion seemed to be met with universal approval, but that could have just been because everyone was so shocked to hear him speak.

I listened to the song twice, and nodded myself. "I like it. So, are we agreed, then?"

We were. Rachael was on her feet immediately, taking a mental survey of the club. "I have to get home and start mapping out the choreography. We're going to have to have to rehearse after Glee tomorrow, so we can be ready for the actual filming. Who has a suggestion for where? We can't use the auditorium, since Mr. Shue will wonder what we're doing."

Most of the time Rachel drove me insane, but I had to admit that she was trying lately to include the rest of us in conversation instead of just telling us what to do. "How much running room do you think we'll need? We could probably use my basement if we don't need too much."

Oh, you just want to watch her sit on your couch, the same one you screwed her ex-boyfriend on. Don't deny it, Kurt.

I could never deny anything to Galinda, since she knew every thought that went through my mind. It hadn't been a conscious thought that I wanted her to see the scene of the crime so to speak, but I couldn't deny the appeal once Galinda brought it up. I was becoming as big of a bitch as she was.

Finn might have been having the same thoughts, because he smiled. "Yeah, Kurt's basement is huge."

"So it's decided. We all meet at Kurt's house directly after Glee tomorrow. Does anyone else need a ride home?"

We all shook our heads, too focused on the thought of getting food. Well, I could have cared less about the food, but Finn and I had a date to do homework, and possibly more, so we both needed to have some energy. I nibbled delicately at my salad, watching in amazement as Finn plowed through a giant hamburger, then split a piece of cheesecake with Puck.

After what seemed like forever, the food was gone and the party was breaking up. Finn must have still been feeling a little put out about my groping him earlier, because he made no attempt to claim shotgun this time. Instead he sat in the back and chatted happily with Artie about some video game. I tried to catch his eye a couple of times, but he was rather pointedly ignoring me.

Once I dropped Mercedes off, though, he climbed into the passenger seat without a fuss. I risked leaning over and kissing his lips. He purred contentedly, though he didn't really kiss me back very much. "Do you still want to go to my place, or do you want me to take you home?"

"Oh, your place." There was a dreamy quality to his voice that meant I was probably going to get some today.

Finally.

"Yeah, because we have that Spanish test tomorrow, and I really need to do well on it."

Wait, what? No we weren't supposed to be studying Spanish; we were supposed to be studying each other! "Oh, yeah, Spanish." My voice was dripping with disappointment, but, for once, Finn didn't seem to notice. He seemed sort of lost in his own little world, so I just let him be for the moment.

That turned out to be a bit of a mistake. I had long since learned that Finn was nowhere near as stupid as he sometimes appeared, and that he was sometimes quite good at hiding his true emotions.

But I was still stewing over the fact that Finn apparently wanted to study instead of screwing around, so I wasn't paying much attention to him as we walked into my house. "Dad must still be at work."

Finn's followed me down the stairs to my room, still quiet and seeming distracted. When we hit the bottom, his head cocked slightly to the side, which was the only warning I got before I was pinned up against the wall, and, holy shit, this might be the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. Finn was growling and nipping at my collarbone, which was thankfully still covered by my shirt. Hickeys are gross and trashy.

"F-Finn, what are you doing?" My voice stuttered and stammered and I swear every bit of blood in my body was now in my dick. Finn had never seized control like this before, and it was fucking amazing.

Oh, thank you Lord Jesus! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Galinda sounded about three seconds from an orgasm, and honestly, I wasn't too far behind her. "Finn, stop." It came out so breathy and pitiful that even I couldn't take myself seriously.

He snarled and his hips jerked against mine, making me moan in a way that would have been embarrassing at any other time. "You think you're so cute, don't you? Rubbing my leg under the table like that. Do you have any idea how hard you got me?"

Actually, I did, but I couldn't make my mouth work for anything but pathetic whimpering. Finn took that as an encouragement and slid his hand down to stroke me through my pants. "Yeah, about that hard."

Despite his much larger body holding me in place, I was somehow able to scramble up his body, my legs around his waist and my mouth permanently attached to his. Finn used out new position to start working his way down my neck, making that deep down growling noise the entire time. His chest rumbled against mine, the vibrations heading straight to my dick. I don't even think he was aware that he was doing it, he was that lost in the moment.

"Finn, please." I intended it to sound strong, but there was barely any power behind it. "Please slow down." Not that I actually wanted him to stop, we had gone way beyond that point, but these pants were dry clean only and I was not going to explain to what the strange stain on them was.

Finally he drew back, his lips swollen and his eyes blazing into mine. "What? Did I scare you?"

Only in a really, really good way. "No." I rested my forehead against his, thinking that there might be something to the nickname 'Spider Monkey' after all. I had certainly climbed his body like a tree. "It's just that…" I stopped, totally embarrassed.

Oh for Gods sake, you'll bare your ass to him but not your mind? Just tell him the truth or let him get back to what he was doing. Plus, who cares! We're both about to die from a massive case of blue balls anyway.

I still couldn't do it, but I didn't need to. Finn was nodding serenely, his hands moving down my thighs to grab my ass. "Oh. Are you kind of close?"

He got it without me having to say anything, thank Prada. My face would have flushed if there had been any blood flow still going to it, but I was pretty sure that that wasn't going to be an issue. "Yeah."

"Good." Then suddenly he was swinging me to the side, and we tumbled on to my bed, his hips grinding against mine. "Do you have any idea what you were doing to me at that restaurant? And after you were rolling all over that fucking bed in the store and I wanted to just…just…." He stopped, and I wondered if his brain had short circuited. I was pretty sure that mine had.

I shoved both hands under his T-shirt and raked my fingernails down his back, desperate for any contact with him. It must have hurt, but all he did was grunt low in his throat. We were seeing this through to the end now, there was no backing out.

Once I came to that conclusion, something inside of me unlocked, and I turned into a wild animal. I pushed his shirt up, the material bunching under his arms and ran my fingers over his stomach and hipbones, liking the way he moaned and pressed harder into me when I did that. I tried to roll him over, so I could get control of things, but his head shook once and he refused to be moved. He was so much larger then I was that trying to force him was a losing battle.

In the next instant, my shirt was gone, having been literally ripped from my body. "That was expensive!"

Who cares? That was hot! No wonder all those women in the romance novels get off on it!

She had a point. Especially since Finn was taking advantage of my new shirtless state to put his mouth all over my skin in hot, restless, demanding kisses. My vision dimmed and the entire world shrank down to Finn and I. Even Galinda was silent. I could vaguely hear my own voice, saying filthy things that seemed to spur Finn on even more. Then he shifted position, his body bucking against mine in all the right ways and causing sparks to blink in and out of my vision. My hips rose up to meet his, and it should have been awkward, should have been humiliating, should have been lots of things, but it was so fucking perfect.

Finn was talking, mumbling blurry words against my chest. He could have been telling me that he loved me, or he wanted more, or we needed to slow down, or really anything else. I wanted to kiss him, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a whistling whimper. I wanted….I needed….I had no idea.

One of my hands rose of its own accord, and pushed lightly under Finn's chin. He understood and moved up my body, lightly brushing his lips up my throat until he could kiss me properly. I was panting against his mouth, my eyes locked on his and hopefully saying what my mouth wouldn't.

It must have worked, because his eyes fluttered halfway closed and his body shuddered against mine in two final, shallow thrusts that I barely noticed because my own orgasm had ripped through me with a sudden fury, causing my back to arch up and nearly toss Finn loose. He whined softly, almost sleepily, and let his body settle down to rest against mine.

My breathing was still out of control, but I had to touch him again. I groped blindly and found his back, my fingers tracing a shaky pattern on his skin. He hummed appreciatively, but didn't speak. Maybe he was as discombobulated as I was.

Suddenly he sat up, rubbing one finger across his lower lip. "Kurt, did you bite me?"

"No." I would have remembered doing that, right?

"I think you did, you little vampire." He chuckling now, quick little releases of the last of his tension.

I shrugged. "Maybe you bit your own lip."

"Maybe." He didn't sound very convinced, but he was too relaxed to push the issue.

Time passed, though I couldn't have said how much, and the only sound was our soft breathing. Finn had wrapped one arm around my chest, mouthing at my collarbone in a lazy way.

It was perfect. Or, it would have been perfect except for one small problem. I was sticky and gross and getting grosser all the time. "Finn? Hey, Cowboy?"

He picked his head up and stared at me, studying my face like he had never seen me before. "Hmm?"

I kissed his lips. "I need to clean up, ok? Then we can cuddle."

"Oh, yeah." He rolled off the bed, seeming as shaky as a colt learning to stand. "I have to go get my bag."

He kept a complete change of clothes in his gym bag, just in case of unplanned sleepovers, or incidences like this. He returned with his bag, dropping his pants without any shame and putting on a different pair of boxer shorts. "What time is your dad coming home?"

"Not until late. He keeps the garage open really late a few days a week, since no one else does it." Those extra hours went a long way towards paying for my clothes, not to mention my Baby.

"So, it's ok if we just snuggle for a while? He's not going to walk in and, like, kill me or anything?"

I liked it when Finn thought like that. It made me feel like he wanted me for more then just getting his rocks off. "Yeah, we can cuddle."

"Great." He climbed back into my bed, nestling under the comforter. I threw my filthy clothes in the hamper and lay back down next to him, wrapping one arm around his bare waist and lightly scraping his ribs again. "Hey, quit unless you want round two."

My brain was totally interested in going another round, but my body was still too tired from the last round. I sighed softly and moved my hand up to his shoulder. He used my change in position to kiss my neck. The suddenly he drew back, his eyes wide. My stomach jumped. "What?"

"N-nothing." He leaned back down and kissed me again. "I, uh, I didn't scare you or anything, did I? I got kind of carried away, I guess."

Oh, was that it? I smiled at him. "I like it when you get carried away. It doesn't always have to be hearts and flowers, you know. Sometimes it's nice for things to be a little…primal. However, the next time you decide to tear the clothes off of my body, could you get the pants too? Underwear is cheap, but those pants are dry clean only. Now I have to explain what that stain is, and I ought to just make you take those pants in and do it yourself."

He shrugged lazily. "Dude, he works at a dry cleaners. He probably sees that every single day."

Sometimes I wish I was more like Finn, more able to just let life roll right off of my back. Finn had just had a great orgasm, and now he was lying comfortably with his boyfriend. He was happy. Sure, things outside of this little bubble might not be that great. He was still coping with his mother's lie, and bullying from Karofsky, and Quinn and the baby, but those were all things that could be dealt with later. Right now, it was just him and me, and that was enough for him. "You are incredibly sweet and special."

"Yeah? Well, you're like the coolest person in the entire world. Even cooler then, like, Hugh Jackman or Matt Damon or anyone else. Oh, and way, way, hotter then Angelina Jolie."

Finn could find a million ways of saying 'I love you', without ever uttering the words. "Remember that the next time I act like a jerk."

"Ok." He yawned and pressed his face back into my neck. "I'm tired."

"How about you take a little nap then, before we do our homework?" I loved Finn when he was awake and doing naughty things to me, but I also liked it when he fell asleep in my arms, proving that he trusted me totally. I kissed the side of his neck, then his arm, right over both the surgery scar and the cut from his tussle with Karofsky. Both were healing quickly.

"Are you sure? I'm sorry, but I slept really bad last night." He was already starting to doze off, his eyelids drooping.

"Badly or poorly, not 'bad', Cowboy, and what was wrong?" I started rubbing his back, long sweeps that went all the way down his spine. Unless he had actually pulled a muscle or had pain, Finn preferred light touches.

"I…uh…I had a…a nightmare. Then I couldn't fall back asleep." His words grew more and more spaced out and I stopped rubbing. He couldn't fall asleep right now.

"You had a nightmare? About what?"

"Um….I was at school and I was being chased and…." His eyes flickered halfway open, but didn't really focus.

"Who was chasing you, Finn?" I don't know why I felt like I had to push him, but something told me that it was important.

"Someone bad." I was losing him, so I gave his shoulder a quick hard rub. It woke him up a little, but not much.

"Who was the bad person, Finn?" I leaned down to kiss the back of his neck, apologizing for keeping him up.

"I…I don't know." He was lying. And the only reason that Finn would lie about this was if he was afraid to tell the truth.

"Was it someone you knew or a stranger?" Talking the dream out might help him feel less stressed about it.

"I don't know." He snuggled up, head on my chest. "They were just…bad."

That was all I was going to get out of him. "Ok, you're safe with me, so you sleep for a bit." I went back to stroking his back, feeling the muscles shiver a little under my fingers.

"Kay." Then he was out, his breathing immediately settling into that light, soft, rhythm. I could have gotten up right then, but I wanted a moment to just cuddle, my body relaxed and sated against his.

Enjoy this moment, Kurt, because this might be the closest to absolute perfection you ever come. You have someone who trusts you with his entire self, and that's incredibly rare.

"I know." It was whispered mostly into the pillow. This thing with Finn? It was special. It had to be special, because I could never imagine feeling the way I felt about him towards anyone else in the world. Part of that was undoubtedly teenage drama, but the larger part came from something more. It was the same part that had caused me to fall for Finn the minute I saw him, a part that went deeper then lust, deeper then love, deeper even then Galinda. I wondered if that part was my soul.

Who knows? But you hang on to this one, because if you screw it up, I'll kill your ass.

"Ok." My voice was a little bit louder, but Finn didn't even twitch. He was mine, and I would be damned if I was going to give him up for anyone.

Good boy.