Kurt POV

Blue was so not my color. I scowled at my reflection in the mirror, trying to do something, anything, to make myself look less….blue. I had begged Mercedes for any other color, but she had turned me down. She had claimed that blue was the best color, because red was too distracting and green didn't look good on her. White wouldn't show properly against the mattresses, in addition to the fact that it would make us look like a bunch of cult members on our way to a mass suicide. Personally, I thought that she had picked it because she looked fantastic in blue, but she refused to admit it.

"Quit preening yourself, you peacock." Finn had taken all of 45 seconds to change, the majority of that involving the little buttons up the front, and was now attempting to use my bed for jumping practice. I shot him a patented Kurt Hummel death glare and he flopped across the bed. "You look fantastic. Blue is your color."

He was such a liar. "I thought you said red was my color."

"It is. Every color is your color." He gave me a lazy grin. "You're hot."

Sometimes it's hard to tell if Finn is being a cute little bullshitter, or if he actually believes what comes out of his mouth. "I don't look like a mutant character from Peter Pan?"

He looked me up and down, no doubt wondering where the question had come from. Actually, I wasn't too sure where it had come from myself. "Well, maybe Peter. You kind of look a little elfy."

There were no elves in Peter Pan. "Are you thinking about Lord of the Rings? Peter Pan has pirates and lost boys and Indians. No elves."

"No, I'm thinking of Peter Pan. Peter was supposed to be a little magic, like an elf. Too pretty and magic to be really real. You're like that." He looked embarrassed, the way he always did when he thought he was saying something stupid.

It wasn't stupid at all, not the slightest bit. Finn Hudson thought I was pretty and magical. Let me repeat that. Finn Hudson, the boy I had wanted forever and a day, thought I, Kurt Hummel, the weird little gay kid, was pretty and magical. This couldn't possibly be real. I had obviously suffered some sort of head injury, probably from hitting the inside of the dumpster too hard, and my body was in a coma. My mind, meanwhile, was happily creating a fantasy world where the captain of the football team wanted me. That was fine with me; I would happily stay in this fantasy world forever.

Oh, barf.

I pointedly ignored that and turned away from the mirror. The outfit was what it was and there was literally nothing I could do to change it. I would just have to accept that I was going to look like crap during my television debut.

Finn had already put his shoes on, so he was able to race up the stairs ahead of me. "Bye, Mr. Hummel, we're leaving!"

Dad said something back, probably reminding Finn that it was alright to call him 'Burt', and Finn was nodding. "Ok, I'll tell him."

Why couldn't Dad just tell me himself? I was right here and I was just as important as Finn. Actually, I was more important, because I was Dad's actual kid, not just his girlfriend's son.

Down, Cujo. Take a few deep breaths and let it go.

I forced myself to take her advice, just as I met Finn at the top of the stairs. He held out his arms. "Your dad broke a glass in the hallway and he doesn't want you to walk through it. Jump up."

It would have been easiest for me to jump onto his back and get a ride that way, but it wasn't intimate that way. So I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him lift me to his front, almost in a bridal hold. He rolled his eyes about it, but I could tell that he secretly liked it. Of course, Finn Hudson would always be Finn Hudson, and he couldn't resist dipping me a few times so that my head was lower then my body. "Quit it, you're messing up my hair."

Another flip and I was back upright. "Can't have that." He knew as well as I did that it didn't really matter, that they would have someone fix our hair as soon as we got there, but that was no excuse for me driving over there looking like hell.

Maybe it will take the attention off your outfit.

Hmm…"Never mind, flip me again."

By this time, we were actually in the doorway by my shoes, so he flipped me over completely and put down on my feet. "You are so weird sometimes."

"But you like me this way, right?" Insecurity was so last season, but I couldn't help myself.

"I like you every way." Finn rolled his shoulders. "These jammies are really itchy."

I had to admit that he was right. Mercedes was a minor goddess in my eyes for actually finding stuff that not only matched, but fit each one of us, but the material was pretty irritating. Still, for only having 4 days notice, she had pulled off a miracle.

It had been too warm in the basement the past week or so for me to sleep in Finn's hoodie, so I had stolen another T-shirt of his. The shirt was so old that it was almost see through in places, and it was quite possibly the softest thing I had ever felt. After that, anything would have been too rough. "Don't let Mercedes know that, she might strangle you."

"I won't." He tugged his coat on, then smiled. "It's actually kind of cool to be able to go outside in my pajamas, though."

The simplest things pleased him, and seeing him happy made me happy, too. "It is pretty cool. Come on, we don't want to be late."

He slipped one hand underneath my pajama top, the fingers freezing against my skin. Despite the chill, it still sent a trail of fire up my back. "Stop that or we'll end up screwing in the backseat of the car."

"Ok." Then he cocked his head. "No, wait. No screwing in the car, that would be wrong. The first time has to be really special, like with soft music and rose petals and at least one of us knowing what the fuck we're doing. But I'm totally up for a hand job back there."

I don't think there will ever be a time when Finn turns down a handjob. "Maybe if you remember all of your choreography."

"Oh, I'll remember." He leaned down to press his cheek to mine. "And I'm holding you to that promise."

That was more then fine with me, but I had to play at least a little hard to get. "Maybe isn't a promise, Cowboy. It just means maybe."

"You can't resist me." He flexed and posed and I indulged him by giving a loud wolf whistle that had us both laughing. "Alright, it's too cold out here."

We sang along with the radio in the car, warming our voices up so we wouldn't have to do so much at the store. We did Lady Gaga, which was one of my favorites, then a little REO Speedwagon, which was one of Finn's. Then we sang some Beatles, which was something we could both agree on.

I had figured that Rach would be there already, giving orders like a drill sergeant, but I was surprised to find that we were the last ones to arrive. Sudden nerves gripped my stomach as I took in the cameras and people all milling about. This was it, a major event in my life. I stopped, causing Finn to run into my back. "Ow, watch it."

The he must have gotten the fact that I was nervous, because he lightly tugged my chin up so our eyes met. "What's wrong?"

"There are a lot of people here." As much as I liked drawing attention to myself, with the way I dressed and my over the top attitude, I didn't like being stared at. I know, I know, it doesn't make sense, but, trust me, it does. Especially if the group doing the staring is guys, who almost always get threatened, then like to play 'get the fag'. Even if it's only verbal insults, you never know when things will turn ugly. It's a little contradictory, but I don't think I should have to change who I am just to please a bunch of morons. That didn't mean that I didn't need to be extremely careful, though.

Finn didn't get that, though. "There were more people at the Invitational."

My voice dropped to a whisper. "But they were in the audience, and I couldn't really see them anyway. These people are right here, looking at us."

"Oh. Don't worry; I won't let anyone hurt you." He was a little distracted, but his hand on my back was strong and sure.

Don't fall into the same trap as everyone else does, Kurt. You know that Finn isn't stupid, so don't act like he doesn't know what's going on. He can add two and two, well maybe not, but you get my point, and he knows what makes you afraid. He's smart in his own way, so don't think he's stupid, even for a minute.

I didn't. But I couldn't remember if I had ever told Finn that. Had I ever looked him in the face and said 'Finn, I think you're about as smart as anyone I've ever met. I love you.' No, I hadn't. I had certainly never told him told him that I loved him, because I had an internal debate about it just about every morning. Was today the day I should tell him? I still wasn't sure, but I did need to let him know that I didn't think he was a complete moron.

By the time I had puzzled all that out, there wasn't any time left to say it. The make-up people were signaling us over, and Finn was pushing me forward so I could choose the one I wanted to work on me. See, it's the little things that he does that I love the most.

I love a part of him that isn't so little.

I loved that part of him, too. Right at the moment, though, I was less focused on Finn and his genitalia and more focused on getting my make-up done. After the drama of the past few weeks, I deserved a little bit of pampering. I leaned back and closed my eyes, contentedly accepting being fussed over. I could totally get used to this.

"You're being so patient about all this. I'm almost done, I promise." The girl brushed some mascara on.

"Take as long as you want." Honestly? This was almost as good as screwing around with Finn. If I could convince her to work in a massage, I might trade Finn in. No, scratch that. I wouldn't trade Finn in for anyone in the world.

She giggled. "Sorry, I'm finished. Alright, you can go get with the rest of your friends. Honestly, we're all pretty curious about this whole singing thing, that's why we volunteered to come in."

I heard a startled yelp that I immediately recognized as Finn. He was squirming away from the girl doing his make-up, flinching so badly that she was afraid to get close with the eyeliner pencil. "If you don't hold still, I'm going to end up poking you."

Big mistake. Finn's eyes widened and he was off the chair. "No, thank you. I'm done."

"You need to liner on, otherwise it won't look right. The camera will wash out all of your color." She wasn't willing to back down, but there was no way she could physically force him.

"Finn, sit down, please." I stood next to the chair and patted gently. "Everyone else put up with it, and no one got their eye poked out."

When I actually looked at him, I was surprised by how dilated his eyes were. He was genuinely afraid of having his eyes done, so I softened my stance. I had no idea what about it he found frightening, but this wasn't working. "Look, what if I did it? I'll be very gentle, I promise. She's right, though, if you move, the chances of me accidentally hurting you go way up."

It was a testament to Finn's trust in me that he sat down, his fingers tense on the arms of the chair. I rubbed his shoulder briefly, holding my other hand out for the pencil. Finn visibly tensed when he saw it, so I leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Ok, listen. Do you know that special thing that I told you you might get if you remembered all of your dance steps?" The smile that touched Finn's lips told me that he did. "If you hold still for me right now, I promise you'll get it tonight."

Sneaky.

He sat perfectly still, but I could feel the tension still humming through his body, and his grip on the chair didn't relax at all. "It's not that bad, I'm almost done."

While I still had him paralyzed with the thought of getting some later, I applied the mascara as well. Finn seemed more relaxed about that, maybe because the mascara wand wasn't nearly as pointy, and he could close his eyes while I did it. "See, all done!"

Finn breathed out a shuddery breath, then bounced to his feet. "I'm ok now. I'm ok." The words came out as a nervous staccato. With an enthusiastic spin, he bolted out or the room, his eyes (which looked pretty darn good in that mascara) dancing at me.

He did seem to have recovered completely now that I was no longer threatening his eyesight with a sharpened pencil. I handed the make-up back to Finn's girl, who was giving me an appraising look. "So, are the two of you…"

This was the moment of truth. Would I deny my relationship with Finn, even though there was no real reason to? Or would I be proud to claim him, and damn the consequences? "Yes."

"Figures. The cute ones are always gay. Good luck, you guys."

I squared my shoulders. "Thank you." Every time I told someone, and they accepted it without question, my confidence grew. Maybe my coming out with Finn wouldn't be the worst thing that had ever happened. Even as I thought it, I knew that all it would take would be one rude comment and I would lose all of my courage.

Luckily, Tina was just finishing up with her make-up girl, so I didn't have to walk in there by myself. We were the last ones in, and Rachel nodded sharply. "We're ready. Does anyone have any questions or problems before we start?"

Warm-up was quick, considering that most of us had been practicing on the way over, and it was less then 10 minutes later that we found our starting marks. The red light on the camera started blinking and I heard Finn take a deep breath to start.

From that moment on, everything turned into a blur of colors and voices. We had practiced this so many times that my body knew exactly what to do, even though my mind was about two steps behind. This was awesome! About the only thing that was more awesome, was what was going to be happening between Finn and I later tonight.

The fear that I had been feeling all morning evaporated, and I knew that this was something that I could easily spend my entire life doing this. Every movement was in sync, every note perfect. When we finished, there was still so much energy in the room that I met Mercedes eyes and started giggling immediately. The laughter then spread to the rest of the group, until we were all laughing hysterically and wiping tears out of our eyes.

Our audience applauded enthusiastically. The store owner came over and shook hands with Rachel, who was naturally standing in the front. I looked for Finn, only to find him rolled over on his back and hanging both hands off the elevated mattress so he could give Artie a high five. Watching them, I did feel a little jealous. Would Finn have done the same thing with me?

His eyes met mine and he stood up and bounced across three mattresses to toss himself down next to me. I pushed down the urge to grab him and kiss him silly, and instead slapped his outstretched palm. "That was great."

"It really was. We totally kicked ass." He looked almost sleepy, but that may have just been an illusion caused by him lying in a bed in his pajamas. "So, did you mean what you said earlier? You know, about me getting lucky?"

"Yes." It wasn't like it was any hardship. Finn does, after all, have a rather strongly developed sense of fairness. What he got, I was going to get.

"Sweet." He looked over at Rachel, who was deep in conversation with the store manager. "I wonder what they're talking about."

Hopefully that we had managed to do it in one take, so we could go home and I could get to screwing around with Finn. "I don't know. Anatomy lesson at my place after this?"

The first time I had asked that, Finn had had to ask what anatomy was, but now he was grinning. "Yes. Specifically the urogenital system."

Whether he realized it or not, he was learning all the time. I would bet my entire sweater collection that he had no idea what the urogential system was two weeks ago. Actually, I would be he hadn't know what it was two days ago. He had looked it up, just so he could repeat it correctly and make me laugh. If I could figure out how to take that enthusiasm for pleasing me and turn it into enthusiasm for pleasing his teachers, there was no reason his grades wouldn't improve. "Nasty boy."

"Yep." He studied me through his lashes. "I'll show you how nasty I can be a little later."

Suddenly my pajama pants were getting way too tight and I had to focus my attention elsewhere before I did something embarrassing. Rachel was still talking, so I listened to her instead. If there was ever a quick cure for an inappropriate hard on, it was listening to Rachel Berry for more then 10 seconds at a stretch.

"-Of course we can't accept any payment. Just getting out there and being seen is payment enough for us. Plus, I believe that accepting monetary payment might negate-"

Finn yawned. "She should speak for herself. I could sure use some extra money." He nudged my shoulder with his own. "After all, I have a boyfriend to take places now."

By all that was holy (and by 'all that was holy' I meant Prada, Gucci, and Vera Wang), I was totally in love with Finn Hudson. "That's very sweet, but I can pay for stuff half of the time, too." After all, I wasn't his bitch.

Really? I beg to differ. You are totally Finn's bitch, but, if things keep going the way they have been, that's not such a bad thing.

"I know, but I like taking care of you. You make me feel like I'm important to someone."

"You are incredibly important to me, but I like taking care of you, too." I wanted this to be a relationship of equals, not one where big bad Finn had to take care of the poor little weakling Kurt.

"Yeah, I guess."

Whatever else he might have been planning to say, it was drowned out by Rachel sharply clapping her hands. "Guys, guys!"

She was breaking up about 6 different conversations, so it took a minute for everyone to look over. "Taking monetary payment for this commercial violates the bylaws of the Ohio Show Choir rule book, but we've been offered a dozen brand new mattresses!"

I wouldn't have considered it that exciting, except for Finn's whisper of 'awesome, we can screw on at least two of them!' Suddenly a brand new mattress sounded pretty sweet.

"The company is going to deliver them to the school, so we can take them from there. It might be kind of cool if Mr. Shue saw them first, though. Maybe we could leave them in his office tonight, then take them home tomorrow?

"Mr. Shue is gone for the day, which means his office is going to be locked. How are we going to get the mattresses into his office?" Tina was only half paying attention to what was going on. She was much more interested in trailing her fingers over Artie's in a private form of sign language.

"Leave Shuester's office to me. The locks on in this school suck ass." Puck was flexing his biceps as he spoke and I found it a little hard to look away.

"Alright, so it's decided. As the two strongest, Puck and Finn will go to the school and help unload the mattresses. I'll go along to supervise."

There was no way that I was going to leave Finn alone with Rachel Berry, even if Puck would be there. "I'll give the three of you a ride. I have to take Finn home anyway, because his backpack is still at my place."

Puck had stood up and was now trying to find his boots in the pile by the door. "I have my truck, so why don't you take Finn, and I'll take Rach? What do you say, Berry? Us Jews need to stick together. You know, maybe talk about having a joint Hanukah celebration this year?"

She blushed and picked lightly at her pajama top. "Alright, Noah, that sounds lovely. Let me get my bag."

Puck shot Finn and I a quick look. "You two owe me so much." He pointed at Finn. "Call of Duty 3 is mine for the next month, Finny. Also, I want Halo. Hummel, you owe me something, too."

"Deal." Finn held up his fist, and Puck gave it a quick bump. This made twice that Noah Puckerman had stood up for me, which might have been the most surprising part of the entire past three weeks.

The rest of the group dispersed while us four found our shoes (and in Finn's case, spent 5 entire minutes trying to tie the laces.) and went back to our respective cars. I ended up behind Puck's piece of crap truck, listening to the engine rattle. "He needs to have the muffler looked at."

"It's been like that since he got it." Finn stretched his legs out in front of himself. Then he chuckled. "So, you do realize that we're about to break into Mr. Shuester's office, wearing nothing but matching pajamas? Can you imagine what people are going to think if they see us?"

It was kind of funny. "Can you imagine what Coach Sylvester would think?"

That made us both start laughing, because, honestly, we had no idea what she might think. Sue Sylvester was not only a mystery to us students, but to the entire faculty as well. I strongly suspected that she wasn't even human. Finn maintained that she was a cyborg, like in some horrible movie that he had insisted we watch one day.

When we finally got to the school, it was pretty much deserted. There was a back door that was kind of close to Mr. Shue's office, and we were able to get in without being seen. Of course, with the way Puck was strutting around, no one would have dared challenge us any way. He made it look like it was completely normal to be walking down the hallway in his bare feet, wearing nothing but a pair of fancy pajamas. Sometimes I envy his confidence.

I stood guard while Puck picked the lock on Mr. Shuester's door and Finn and two of the employee's from the store brought in all 12 mattresses. I had been worried about Finn's arm, but he kept insisting that it was fine and he wouldn't strain it. By the time the 3rd mattress had been unloaded; Puck had the door open and was moving the desk back so we could put them inside. Rachel, naturally, did her part by standing around and barking orders at the rest of us.

Once we had them all stacked up, the store employee, who I was just now realizing was named Max, shook our hands and left, getting back to the store or home, wherever he went after hours. Rachel was absolutely starry eyed, staring at the enormous stack. "Wow."

"Yeah, it's great." Finn stretched his arms up over his head, drawing my attention to his stomach. "Mr. Shue's going to be so excited when he sees how good we did."

"Well." Both Rachel and I corrected him at that same time and he rolled his eyes. "When he sees how well we did."

He could roll his eyes all he wanted, but he wouldn't make the same mistake again, I knew it. Before I could do anything to defend him to Rachel, though, Puck spoke up. "Berry, you ready?" Then he said something in what I could only assume was Hebrew, something that had her smiling. "Ok. Let me just run and grab one thing from the practice room and I'll meet you at your truck." Then she was gone, moving faster then I would have given her credit for.

Finn was staring at the stack of mattresses, then at me, then back at the mattresses. It didn't take Einstein to figure out what was going through his brain. Also? I would totally be a liar if I claimed that the thought didn't turn me on.

Puck smirked. "You two are totally going to do it as soon as we leave, aren't you? In Shuester's office, too. Nice." He slapped me on the shoulder. "I wouldn't have thought you had it in you, Hummel. You either, Finny."

I suppose that I should have been mortified that Noah Puckerman knew that I was about to get lucky, but I was so grateful to him for taking care of Rachel for me, that I couldn't summon the energy.

Finn laughed. "Learned from the best, Dude."

They fist bumped again and he left, promising to keep Rachel distracted long enough for her not to realize we weren't leaving parking lot. Finn watched them go, one eyebrow rising slightly. "Let's do it on top of all of them."

Ok, one of us had to show a little common sense. "With as wild as you get, we're going to end up falling off and you'll break your other arm, if not your neck."

"As wild as I get?" He looked utterly incredulous. "I'm sorry; I think you're the one who goes crazy! Plus, you scream like a wildcat in heat every single time. After you're done cursing, of course."

Damn, he was right about that. "Well, you bite! Do you have any idea how much concealed I'm wearing right now? It's not like I can wear a scarf with this outfit!"

"I said I was sorry." With surprising grace, Finn jumped up and grabbed the top mattress, sending it crashing to the floor. "Puck was right, this is a good idea."

He started to take the plastic off, but I stopped him. "How are we doing to explain why one of them is not only opened, but covered in mysterious stains? Rachel would probably have it DNA tested, and that is not how I want her to find out."

That made us both giggle a little, because it was so true. Then Finn looked past me and a devilish smile graced his lips. "Ok. No screwing around on the brand new mattress, I promise."

Then his hands were underneath my arms and he swung me up to sit on the edge of Mr. Shue's desk. "What are you-oh no, absolutely not."

Kurt Hummel, you shut your mouth! If he wants to blow us on Shuester's desk, then he can blow us on Shuester's desk. If you screw this up for us, I will make damn sure you don't get any for the next month!

"Why not?" He was already trying to get my pajama pants down. "I thought you liked it the last time. Was I, like, not good at it or something?"

"Finn, there is no such thing as a bad blow job. You were fantastic last time. I mean like fashion show in Milan fantastic, but this is a bad idea. I mean, we're in our teacher and coach's office, where anyone could walk in and see us." I could barely force myself to say the words. Was I really attempting to turn down a blow job?

"Ok, how about this?" He walked over and locked the door. "Frosted glass, no one can see in."

Oh live a little! This is the sort of thing you can write into the gay Penthouse Forum about.

I was distracted by the thought of a gay Penthouse Forum, and Finn must have taken my silence as acquiescence, because suddenly my entire lower half was cold as he yanked my pants off. "Finn!" I was getting less shocked and more turned on by the second.

"Hmm?" He was lightly kissing down my collarbone, taking special care to keep his lips very light on my skin. I had raised hell about the hickey when it happened, but there was a certain dirty thrill that came from seeing his mark on my neck every morning. Not that I would ever let him know that, because I didn't want him to do it again, but I was slightly disappointed that it was fading so quickly.

"I…uh…I…." The lower he kissed, the harder it got to remember why I didn't want to do it. "Oh, fuck it, let's do this."

He was currently somewhere about midchest and getting lower, but he paused, one hand on the desk and the other on my thigh. "Things will be good now."

I didn't know whether he meant with the blow job, or he and I, or just life in general, but I sensed that it was important to him that I agree. "Of course they will."

"Good." He resumed what he had been doing.

"Good-oh shit!" All rational thought fled as he finally got where he was going. "Fuck, fuck, holy shit, fuck me, fuck."

For some crazy reason, that started Finn laughing, the vibrations traveling up from his chest and into his mouth. This, naturally, made me curse more and louder, which made him laugh harder which-yeah, you get the point. Then everything got confusing and I wasn't sure where I ended and Finn began. If this was what getting a blow job was, I couldn't even imagine sex. Actually, yes I could, I did it about 10 times an hour.

Then it was over and Finn was coughing and choking a little while I was trying to catch my breath. He either couldn't read the signals that I was about to cum or thought he was supposed to swallow, but, either way, he hadn't quite mastered it. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "Oh, yeah. I'm good."

Good job, you lasted a minute and a half that time. The smugness in Galinda's voice made me want to smack her. Oh, that's being generous. It was more like 45 seconds. Don't worry, though, that's twice as long as last time.

I moved to kiss Finn, but he turned his head at the last second. "What?" I tried not to sound as hurt as I felt.

He flushed and licked his lips. "Um, you know." When I didn't reply he looked down and continued. "If you kiss me, you'll be able to taste…"

Oh. I hadn't really thought about tasting my own cum, and I wondered if it was an individual thing or if it all kind of tasted the same. Still, the thought held a certain appeal, and if I was ever gong to get up the courage to offer to reciprocate the blow job, I needed to figure it out. "I don't care, I want a kiss."

"Ok." Don't get me wrong, I love getting off, but I really love kissing Finn, too. He always seems to know whether it should be sweet and tender or passionate. I fixed my pants and reached up, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck so I could pull him down to me. His mouth was bitter, not the good taste that he usually had, but not terrible either. I could get used to it.

His heart beat a rapid thump against my chest, a Morse code that I didn't quite understand. "Do you want me to…" I steadied my voice. "Do you want me to blow you?"

"Yes. But do you want to? I don't want to force you to do anything." He stroked his fingers up and down on my back. "If you aren't ready, just use your hand. It's fine, I like being with you either way."

Who would have ever thought that Finn Hudson would be the more mature, rational one of us? I didn't want to admit what I said next. "I don't think that I am ready."

"That's alright. When you're ready, you'll be ready." He kissed me again, then offered a wry grin. "Just don't say that you aren't ready, then blow Puck. As long as you don't do that, it's ok."

"I would never blow Puck. If he's lucky, he might get to see me with my shirt off after the game. Everything else is just for you."

His eyes told me that those words meant more to him then any blow job. "Yeah, you're the only one for me, too."

Finn had been right earlier, things were going to be good now. We had just made a commitment to each other, one that would hopefully last a long time. "Thank you, Finn Hudson."

I love you.