Kurt POV

The rest of the night was kind of a blur. Finn made a game effort at his homework, though he was obviously bored stiff.

Hee-hee. I can think of something I would rather see stiff.

And Ms. Galinda could just shut up. Just because I had Finn now, there was no reason for me to give up on my schoolwork. I still had college to consider. Not to mention that Fin needed a good example.

Speaking of Finn, his hand was steadily inching up my thigh. I slapped it quickly. "No, Cowboy."

"How about if I get my essay done before Mom gets home?" He was getting better and better at bargaining.

"Absolutely. If you finish that essay before your mother gets here, I will do whatever you want." Since I expected Carole home within the next half hour, and Finn still had three pages to write, I wasn't expecting him to actually be able to do it. And if he did, so what? I would get to feel up Finn, which was never a bad thing.

Finn's eyes narrowed, and I knew that he was looking for the trick." Promise?" He was already reaching for his English book.

"On my Gucci scarf collection." I felt another tiny surge of love as his eyes went wide, realizing that Finn understood completely the sacrifice I was willing to make.

"Holy shit!" Pages flew as he started frantically taking notes.

Now doesn't that make you feel good? If teachers handed out blow jobs, Finn would be a straight A student.

The thought of a teacher like Mr. Shue, or, worse, Ms. Pillsbury or Principal Figgins giving anyone a blow job made me feel sick. Plus, no one got to put their hands on Finn but me. Still, the thought of sex did make him a busy little beaver…

Unfortunately, it didn't quite make him busy enough. He managed an entire page, but, just as he was turning it, his head came up and he stared out the window. "Mom's home."

I hadn't heard anything, but I believed him. Finn was more familiar with his mothers schedule then I was, and could recognize her car very quickly. Sure enough, I heard the door slam her calling both of us a few minutes later. My boyfriend leapt up and tore down the stairs, happily calling back. Then he was back upstairs, throwing himself on the bed next to me. His lips tickled my ear when he whispered. "I had to run down there, so she should see that we weren't doing anything sexy. Otherwise she'll say that you can't come over as much."

Sometimes Finn was far more sly then I gave him credit for. He certainly knew his mother well enough to know how to fool her with a moments notice. "Crafty, Finn."

"Like a jellyfish." He sounded so smug that I didn't have the heart to tell him that not only was the saying not 'crafty like a jellyfish'; I actually had no idea what saying we might be actually taking about.

So I just smiled instead. "Right Finn, you're crafty like a jellyfish."

"And horny like a hound dog." He leaned forward to kiss me, one hand running up my thigh.

If nothing else could be said about Finn, he never failed to make me laugh. "Yes, and hung like a stallion."

"Is a stallion better then just a regular horse?" He was palming me now, and I found myself whining softly.

Ok, one of us had to get this under control before A) Carole decided to come upstairs or B) My hair was messed up. I pushed his hand away. "Yes, a stallion is better, because a stallion is ungelded." Too late, I realized that he probably didn't know what that meant.

"So stallions aren't dipped in gold?" At least this time he knew he was wrong, because his voice was tentative.

"You're thinking of gilded, not gelded. Gilded is dipping something in gold. Gelded is like neutering for a horse." I kissed his collarbone, running my tongue over the freckles.

Apparently he did know what neutered meant, because he winced and crossed his legs. "Let's talk about something else. Let's talk about what happens tomorrow."

We had already talked about it twice, but Finn seemed to get a lot of comfort out of hearing things over and over again. "Tomorrow, during last period, when you have study hall, you go to Figgins's office instead of the classroom. Then you, Coach Sylvester, Mr. Shue, and Principal Figgins will try and sort out what happened. You're still 100% sure that you want to stick to the lie? Because I want you to do it for you, not for me."

"I'm sure." His voice was calm. "It's not just you, either. If Mr. Ryerson touched Hank, and he touched you, he'll touch someone else. This is for everyone."

"And for Mr. Shue?" I couldn't help but bring that up again. It should be Finn's choice whether or not this was something he could forgive, and my job was just to support him in whatever choice he made. But it just made me so angry to think of someone, anyone, taking advantage of Finn's good nature.

Be angry all you like. Just don't let Finn know. You know that it's hard for him to stand up for his own opinions, especially when he has to go against someone he loves. Do you really want to crush his self-esteem like that?

Absolutely not. I rubbed his back. "Sorry, I got kind of bitchy back there. Keep going."

His raised eyebrow suggested that I wasn't fooling him at all, but he let it go for now. "You can't come?"

I squeezed him. "No, baby, I can't come. There's no reason for me to be there, except for support, and no one is going to believe that you need that much support to tell the truth. Especially since no one knows about us."

"What if Coach Sylvester kills me?" He nuzzled at my neck. "I'll die and I'll still be a virgin." His tone suggested that that was the worst thing that could possibly happen.

He was the biggest drama king, I swear. But I didn't want to say that to him, so I kissed his temple. "Think of it like a horror movie. You're the hero, she's the monster. What's the only way to survive a horror movie?" He should know, he made me watch enough of them.

He likes it when you jump into his lap and need to be held. Or do you think it's an accident that horror movie night always turns into 'hand job and hump' night?

Actually, I hadn't though of that at all. Apparently, Finn was as crafty as a jellyfish.

Finn's face lit up. "Only virgins survive! Awesome!" Then he kissed me again. "But after this, I'm going to be the guy who gets killed! Wait, that came out wrong." His brow furrowed as he thought and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. "Ok, after this, I want to have sex with you. There, no euthanizims."

"Euphamisms. And yes, that sounds like a great plan to me." I couldn't help the trilling in my stomach every time I thought of that. How in the world had sex gone from something I could barely even contemplate to something I couldn't wait to experience for myself?

Being with the right person makes all the difference.

Apparently. I was about to take the chance and unbutton his fly when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Hurriedly, I grabbed my English book and opened it to a random point, hoping it would look like I had actually been doing my homework instead of thinking nasty thoughts about losing my virginity.

Carole poked her head in. "Kurt, honey, your father wants you home now. What are you boys doing?"

"English."

"Writing an essay." Finn and I spoke at the same time.

"Really? English? Then why are you holding Finn's algebra book?" One corner of her mouth tucked, making a smirk that was shockingly like her sons.

"Uh…" I didn't have an answer to that, so I just stared at her, wishing that I could drop through the floor.

She stared me down for a minute, then started laughing. "Boys, how stupid do you think I am? Studying. I know that one. Really, I've used that one. Just be safe, and don't let me walk in on anything awkward. Kurt, your father is expecting you." Then she was gone, closing the door softly behind her.

"Holy shit, Mom is awesome. Also, gross." Finn sounded stunned.

I was more suspicious then he was. "A little too awesome, if you ask me."

He shook his head. "No, she just doesn't want it to be like it was with Quinn. She thinks that if she knows what I'm doing, and I don't have the hide it, I won't get tricked again. I told her that I knew that you couldn't get pregnant, but she doesn't always believe me now. I think she was going to make your dad give me the sex talk, but then she decided it would be too creepy, because of you and me and everything. She's really cool about everything. I love her."

I tried to imagine what my father would say had he walked in on the same scene. Well, chances were I could have fooled him, since he didn't tend to watch me as closely as Carole watched Finn, but, had he figured it out, I don't think he would have been nearly as forgiving as she was.

That would be because you're the girl in the relationship. The girl gets babied and fawned over and told to keep herself pure and not get pushed into anything. The boy gets a lecture about respecting feelings and a sly pat on the back.

I was not the girl in this relationship! If anything, I think our earlier conversation proved that Finn was the girl.

Really? Because I specifically recall you telling him that wanting to be on bottom doesn't make him any less of a man. I would keep any thoughts about his masculinity, or lack of it, to yourself for the time being. At least until after you've nailed your pretty lady.

I didn't really think of Finn as a girl, and a part of me was ashamed that that thought had ever crossed my mind. It was a thought that belonged with the hockey team, that, just because two men were in love, one of them had to be super feminine. Finn was all boy, as his atrocious eating and moisturizing habits confirmed, and I was…well, not a boy like Finn, but a boy just the same. I liked being male, and having a penis and had no desire to be a woman, thank you. I just wanted to be with a man.

I don't think you like your penis as much as Finn likes it.

I don't think anyone could possibly like my penis as much as Finn liked it. The way things stood right now, he would probably do anything I asked him to. It was a nice thought, but if Dad was expecting me, he was probably also timing me to see how quickly I got home. He's getting very wise to the fact that it doesn't take me a half hour to drive back unless I stop to give Finn as little attention first. So I kissed my boyfriend one last time, lacing my fingers behind his neck and pulling him close. "I love you." I whispered the words against his lips.

"Love you, too." He pulled back to run his hands down my back. "Are you picking me up tomorrow?"

"Of course."

"I don't want you going to Glee practice. Not if I'm not going to be there. I meant it when I said that Mr. Ryerson will never touch you again. Even if Mr. Shue doesn't come back as the teacher, I don't want you alone with him, ever." Finn's eyes were deadly serious, and it made me smile again.

"Yes, Daddy." I couldn't help but be a little sassy to him.

His face wrinkled. "Ew! It's really gross when you call me Daddy."

I had to tease him a little. "Daddy doesn't want to give his baby a spanking?"

Luckily, he caught on quickly. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe baby's butt would be a nice shade of red." He raised one hand meaningfully, and I had a sudden realization of how big Finn's hands were. Then he burst out laughing. "Oh my God, Kurt, you should see your face! I wouldn't really hit you. But you do know that you'll always be my baby." He gave me one last squeeze. "Now go home before your father kills me for defiling you."

"I'm not defiled yet, but I get it. I'll be here at 7 sharp, and you better not have Poptart breath when I do so, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah." His tone suggested that I was going to be getting strawberry kisses tomorrow.

Somehow, it still seemed worth it.

Finn had been happy this morning, bouncing around and giving me kisses. He had tried to give me a hand job, too, but I'm not relaxing my restrictions on fooling around in my baby. There are just some things that a man doesn't do. Finn had accepted it with his usual good grace, rambling on about something that I didn't quite understand, but I certainly appreciated his enthusiasm. And yes, there had been a distinct flavor of strawberry when he kissed me, but I chose to ignore it. A man must pick his battles, and this was one I had lost the energy to fight.

He wasn't happy now, though. Now he was sitting next to me in the principal's office, waiting to be called in. He hadn't said much since I had walked him in, but his one knee was bouncing at about a million beats a minute. I put my hand on it, unable to bear the jiggling any longer. "It'll be ok."

"Yeah." Finn all but melted at my touch, slouching down in his seat. "I just-"

He was cut off by Coach Sylvester storming through. She paused in front of us and Finn snapped to attention, straightening back up in his chair and staring at her like a startled deer. Sensing her advantage, she leaned over him. "Dimbulb, I don't know what you're up to, but I don't like it. Now I expect that you will march yourself into that office and tell the truth about what happened with that marijuana." With every word, she pushed further forward, until Finn was crowded against the worn fabric of the chair. I wanted to leap to his defense, but I was honestly a little afraid of drawing too much of her attention.

Unfortunately for me, nothing escaped Sue Sylvester's notice. She turned on me, and I found myself cringing exactly like Finn had. How humiliating. "And you, Gay Kid, who invited you to this little farce?"

"I…I" I couldn't force the words out.

Quit stuttering like a little bitch. Sue respects strength, so be strong and stand up to her. Otherwise, you might as well just assume the fetal position now.

Curling up like a potato bug had its appealing side, but I had done too much of that already. So I forced myself to sit up straight. "I'm Finn's ride home."

Actually, the Glee club was having practice right now, but Finn had flat out forbidden me to go back there without him. Normally such a rigid order would have had me stalking right off to defy him, but not this time. Mr. Ryerson had managed to touch me right under the noses of my best friends last time. I could only imagine what he might try if I showed up defenseless again.

"Hm." She looked from me to Finn and back again, and I had the sudden unnerving realization that she knew exactly what was happening between us. I was hard to keep eye contact, but I managed. A slight smile touched the corners of her mouth, and I saw a shadowy respect in the back of her eyes. "I would tell you to wait in the library, but not only do I not think that Dimbulb here would know how to find it, I don't even think he would know what a library was." With that flourish, she turned and stomped into the office.

Finn watched her go and sighed in despair. "She's going to kill me."

"She won't." I wasn't 100% sure about that, but Finn didn't need to know that. "Just go in there, and don't look at her, even when she's talking to you. Just look at Mr. Shue or Principal Figgins. Remember, you're the only one who can know exactly what happened, so don't let anyone tell you different."

He gave me a weak smile. "Ok."

I wanted to say something else, to remind Finn that he was strong and brave and forgiving, but Principal Figgins was opening the door and gesturing him inside. Finn gave me one last, desperate look, and I nodded, trying to use my eyes to tell him how very much I loved him. He nodded back, the nerves flaring in his dark eyes.

The next half hour was the longest of my life. I tried to eavesdrop twice, but the glass wall made it impossible to get close enough to hear anything or get close enough to peek. But no one had stormed out yet, so I thought things must have been going at least a little bit okay. At least Finn was trying his hardest in there, and he hadn't been cowed by Coach Sylvester's patented glare of death.

When to storm out finally came, I was shocked to see that it was Coach Sylvester, rage burning in her blue eyes. One finger pointed directly at me, and I had to bite back the urge to either scream like a little girl or start crying. "You! I know for a fact that Dimbulb isn't bright enough to come up with this on his own, so you must have helped him. Well, I have to hand it to you, Porcelain; you have quite a bit of chutzpah. Not afraid to stand up to the big bad cheerleading coach, are you?" Without warning, she lunged forward, hands slamming down on the arms of my chair and her body corning mine. This time I did yelp, but all that came out was a strangled squeak. "When I get back to my job, I will destroy the Glee club. Then, after I've done that, I will come after you, got it?"

I had faced down Karofsky. I had faced down Azimio and the rest of the barbarians on the hockey team. I had even faced down Puck armed with a big gulp slushie and dying to throw me in the most disgusting dumpster McKinley High had to offer. But there was no way I could face down Coach Sylvester. I just stared at her, unable to make the tiniest sound. She smirked. "Good, then, we understand each other."

Then she was gone, striding out like a queen. I drew a shaky breath and wondered if I had time to make it to the bathroom before I got sick. I had faced worse comments and even injuries without flinching, but Sue was different. She was capable of doing anything, and she wouldn't feel the slightest bit of remorse about it. Not only would my mouth not help me, I could easily see her hurting me to shut me up.

Then the door opened again, and Finn and Mr. Shue came out together. Well, not together, together, and they weren't looking at or talking to each other, but at least I wasn't alone and vulnerable any more. I threw myself into Finn's arms, pressing my face against his chest. The move blinded me, but it was alright, because Finn was there, and I could feel his arms around me and his steady heartbeat against my cheek.

His fingers ran down my back, tracing my spine all the way down. "What's wrong, Spider Monkey?"

I couldn't tell him. Not only was Finn more scared of Coach Sylvester then I was, there was nothing he could do. I had seen her hit, shove and harass students right in front of Principal Figgins, and the man had done nothing. "Nothing."

"Did Sue scare you?" Just like Finn, Mr. Shue could sometimes be eerily perceptive.

"No." The lie was clear in my voice.

He gave his head a tight shake. "She won't do it again. Coach Sylvester has been fired, and she isn't allowed back on school grounds."

Yeah? So were you. So was Mr. Ryerson. Nothing sticks around here, as this entire thing just proved.

I didn't say that, though. When she came back, we would deal with it then. None of my previous tricks had worked with her, and I couldn't cower like a beaten puppy every time I crossed her path, so I would have to think of something new to try then. But for right now, all I wanted was Finn, his warm body pressed against mine and his hands on my back. "Ok."

It sounded thin, even to my own ears, but it was enough that they both got the message. Finn's hand stroked my back one last time. "Kurt and I are going to skip practice today, Mr. Shue. But I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"

"Of course. The two of you have a good night, and I expect to see your Spanish homework completed tomorrow, on my desk at 10 am."

"It will be." I knew Finn well enough to know that he was lying through his teeth, but I let it go. Finn had done the man enough favors today.

Finn's hand dropped off my back when we left the office, the warmth replaced with a cold chill. I wanted to chase after him, to plead with him to hold me and not push me away.

But I didn't. It was after classes, yes, but there was still the hockey team to worry about, not to mention Jacob Ben Israel creeping about with his camera. Catching Finn and I together would not only make his day, it would probably make his year as well. I could just see the headlines now: McKinley High Football Team Taken Over by Gay! Of course, he wouldn't use names, he had been forbidden from doing that after one of the Cheerio's threatened to sue him for libel, but he wouldn't have to. The term 'Quarterback' applied to Finn and Finn only, and he had his ways of identifying me as well.

Is that so bad? Someone's going to find out eventually, you know that. If Rachel Berry doesn't blab, and you know she likes to do nothing better, then Britney will blurt it out accidentally. Or someone will see something. Wouldn't it be better to come out in your way, on your own time?

No. Absolutely not. I would come out when I was damn ready to come out, not when anyone else decided I should. There would be a time for it, just like there had been a time for me to tell him I loved him, and this wasn't that time. If the secret got out, then I would deal with it then. I unlocked the car with a quick beep and the pair of us climbed inside.

"Do you want to come over to my place?" Finn's face was unreadable. "My Mom won't be home until 6, so we can have a little time to ourselves. I don't even have to make dinner, because the crock-pot's been going all day."

"That would be great." Now that I was back in familiar surroundings, I had gotten my bearings back and the fear had faded. I took a left out of the school parking lot, turning towards the Hudson home. "And just what do you plan on doing for the next two hours, Finn Hudson?"

"You." He gave me a smirky smile. "If that's ok, I mean."

"I think that that would be acceptable." I reached over and pinched his hip, making him squirm and laugh. "If you can prove yourself capable, that is."

"Oh, I'm capable, you brat." He unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over, nipping my collarbone before licking a stripe up the side of my neck. "I am very, very capable."

I shivered, trying not to act like a needy slut. "Finn, I will crash the car."

"Uh-huh." He nibbled on my earlobe, and I had to bite back a groan. Finn Hudson was not going to get the best of me. "That would be sad."

"It would be very sad. It would also be very messy, especially for the one not protected by a seatbelt." He was still nibbling, and if he didn't stop it soon, I was going to have to break my rule about no sex in the car.

"I can do messy. But I don't want to die. That would suck balls." He sat back and fixed his seatbelt. "But when we get home, I'm doing some really nasty things to you. Like, porno nasty."

Oh Jesus. And I didn't even believe in the man. Finn reached out and rubbed me through my pants, and it was all I could do not to come right there. "Finn, please." It came out all breathy and, yeah, this was what I meant by being a needy slut.

He squinted. "Is that 'Finn please stop' or 'Finn, please keep going'? Cause I don't want to pick the wrong one and make you all mad."

"Do you want to pay my dry cleaning bill this week?" Too late, I realized that that was as good as giving him permission. Sure enough, the pressure increased, and I could feel a damp spot forming in my underwear. "Finn, I wasn't serious." Now I was squeaking and this was about to get very embarrassing. "Please stop."

"Ok." He kissed me one last time at sat back. "I won't touch you any more. I will take my hands off your dick."

Somehow I didn't like the sneaky tone he was taking. "Good, then we're in agreement and- Finn Hudson, what the hell are you doing!"

Sure enough, Finn had taken his hands off my body. Unfortunately, he was now using that as an excuse to pop the button on his jeans and pull his own dick out. "Finn we are in public! This is indecent exposure. Do you want to end up on some sex offender list?" Not to mention I was having a hard time taking my eyes off of this.

"Nah, no one's going to look." He stroked gently, giving a soft sigh as he did so. "I wish you were doing this."

"This is so inappropriate." I was at a stop sign now, with no other traffic around, and I was taking full advantage of that fact to stare. "Finn…." I trailed off, because really? What was the appropriate thing to say in this situation? I had never once, in all the time I had spent having fantasies about Finn, considered what the correct (and sexy!) thing to say when I caught him jerking off in a moving car. My moving car.

"Just touch it once. Come on, Kurt, please?" Finn sounded so puppy dog hopeful that I had a hard time denying him. "I've always kind of wanted to do this."

"To masturbate in my car?" Finn had the strangest fantasies, I swear.

"Well, no. I mean, in my fantasy you were kind of helping things along. Also, we were in the back seat, and I was licking ice cream off your-"

Why, why, why, why was this turning me on? My hand reached out of its own accord and shoved his out of the way, seizing his cock and giving it a slow stroke. "Is this what you want?"

"Oh, God." His head lolled back against the seat. "Yes."

I had been intending to teach him a lesson about getting me all hot and bothered when he knew full well I wasn't going to let him follow through, but I was starting to suspect that he wasn't getting the message. I moved my hand again, thrilling at the control I had over Finn's body. "Next time, we play out one of my fantasies."

"I'm, uh, I'm letting you f-fuck me, aren't I?" Finn was panting now, almost on the edge already. No doubt he was being helped along by the thrill that he might get caught at any second, but, let's face it. The staying power of the average 16 year old male wasn't much.

Says the man who almost came in his pants 5 minutes ago. He wasn't even touching you, you sicko.

Almost, but didn't, thank you. Though having to beg Finn to stop hadn't been one of my finer moments. But I was in control now, and I wasn't about to let Finn forget it. "Good boy, Finn. Do you want me to get you off now?"

"Yeah." It came out in an explosive rush. "Please."

"Well, since you asked so nice…." His hips stuttered, restrained by the seatbelt. "If you get come anywhere on my car, I will make you lick it off, got it?"

"Uh-huh." His pupils were blown, barely able to focus on my face. "I totally will."

I tightened my hold, feeling his body tense against mine. Finn whined restlessly, his hands fluttering as he tried to figure out what to do with them. He looked so absolutely wrecked that I couldn't resist leaning over to kiss him, just once. "I love you."

His lips moved against mine without the smallest sound. He was so close, all it was going to take was a few more strokes and-

A blaring sound cut through the air, making both of us jump. Finn totally lost his concentration, jerking to the side. "What the fuck, dude!"

"It's not my fault!" I had no idea what was going on.

"You banged the horn." Now his panting was more from shock then arousal.

"No I didn't, I-" The horn beeped again, and I suddenly realized that it wasn't my car at all, but the one that had pulled up behind us while I was busy jerking Finn off. Hurriedly, I slammed the car back into gear and peeled rubber. "Finn, this is why you don't do it in the car."

He sighed deeply, like I had done something to offend him. "You could have parked it."

I couldn't help but laugh. Finn was so single minded at times. "And you could have kept it in your pants for the 10 minutes it will take you get to your house. Now the thrill is gone."

That earned me a quick snort. "Speak for yourself." He leaned over and rested his head on my shoulder. "Just touch it again? Come on, Dude, I'm getting blue balls here!"

A quick glance in his directions confirmed that his erection hadn't gone down at all. "Really, Finn?"

"Little Finn is a brave soldier. He doesn't give up just because of a little horn honking." Finn sounded smug. "He wants you."

"Well, Little Finn is just going to have to wait. We're almost at your place, and your neighbors don't need that sort of show." He looked so disappointed that I leaned over and lightly palmed his cock for him. "This is mine. No one else gets to see it."

"I can work with that. I love you."

My heart gave a tiny jump, just like it did every time those words came out of his mouth. "I love you, too." With a quick glance to ensure that the road ahead was clear, I risked leaning over and kissing the side of his neck. "Very, very much."

His eyes fluttered shut and a small smile formed on his lips. "Yeah. That."

It was a tiny little thing, but it did keep him distracted long enough that we had made it to his place. "Ok, let's get inside, and we'll see about getting the little soldier some attention."

He wrapped his arms around my ribs, lifting me off the ground. I rolled my eyes a little and squeezed him back. "You wouldn't be this excited if I wanted to talk about my feelings."

My feet thumped back to the ground. "We already talked about your feelings, what else is there to say?"

"When did we talk about feelings? I agreed to come home with you and you pulled your dick out. There was no discussion about feelings."

"Dude, I told you that I loved you, and you said that you loved me, too. Those are feelings. Like, really really important ones."

Trust Finn to make the most complicated things exceedingly and perfectly simple. "I guess you're right."

"Duh. Dude, I'm always right when it comes to loving you. Now come on before Mom gets home and it all gets ruined."

In other words, come on before Carole came home and Finn ended up not getting any. "Ok, Cowboy, hold your horses."

He muttered something that I couldn't quite make out, which was probably a good thing considering that the few words I was able to understand included 'stallion', 'ride' and 'whipped cream'.

Suddenly my mouth was very dry, which was probably because all available liquid was now pooled in my cock. Finn's lips on the side of my neck weren't helping matters any either. "Bedroom?"

In all of my fantasies about Finn, (and believe me, there are dozens, if not hundreds, of them.) I had to admit that not a single one had featured that horrible cowboy wallpaper. Normally, I would have charged in and fixed it, but Finn and Carole would be living with us soon enough, so I decided to let it go for now.

Oh please. The reason you haven't changed things is that every time you're in here, you're too busy pulling Finn's clothing off to worry about anything else.

Actually, Finn was the one pulling my clothing off at the moment, which was probably why I couldn't formulate a proper response to Ms. Galinda's nasty assumptions.

I think Finn's about to show you what nasty really is .

And, once again, I got pinged by my own mental voice. Damn that bitch was good. Finn licked a wet stripe down my collarbone and over my nipple and I lost all sense of what was happening. "Jesus, Finn."

"Uh-huh." His tongue continued on down, and if I didn't stop him, this was going to be over way too quickly.

"Stop, ok?" My voice was a pained whimper, but he understood. Say what you will about Finn Hudson, but, once he gets to know you, he's a master at reading your tiniest move.

So, he might have understood, but didn't like it. "Do I have to?"

"Yes. At least until we get to the bed."

Big mistake. The room was so small that all Finn had to do was wrap his arms around me and swing me to the side so he could drop me on his bed. "There you go." He unbuttoned my pants as he was speaking, his fingers tracing over my skin as he bared it. As much as I was trying to keep control of his situation, I couldn't help but give an appreciative moan. There had been a very real danger of my being strangled to death by my very fashionable, but rather tight pants. Finn, damn him, noticed and smirked. "Got a problem, Spider Monkey? Want me to nibble on your banana?"

The comment was so utterly ridiculous that it made both of us crack up. "Nibble on my banana? That has to be the worst come on line ever. Not to mention painful."

He pushed me hard, making me fall backwards onto the bed. "I'll bet I could make it good."

I let him climb on top of me and pull my underwear off. Finn tends to fixate on certain ideas, and I knew that he wouldn't rest until he had tried his darndest to make his point. The best thing for me to do was just lay back and let this happen.

Oh, boo-hoo. Poor Kurt, he has to put up with a blow job from his exceedingly talented boyfriend. The suffering he must endure.

Well, I would just have to bear that suffering with all the dignity I could muster, now wouldn't I? Unfortunately, that didn't turn out to be much, because, while he might not be able to read well or perform simple arithmetic, Finn could suck cock better then anything I had seen on the internet. "Fuck, Finn."

"Soon." He trailed kisses down my chest, pausing to lick at my hipbones. "Oh, God, soon."

I was expecting him to just put my cock in his mouth, but he just slid his mouth down past it, lightly nipping my thigh. What in the world was he doing? "Finn, please?"

"All in due time, Spider Monkey, all in due time." The bastard actually had the gall to wink at me.

Oh, he was a dead man.

I think that this is payback for what you did to him a few days ago. At least you aren't tied to the bed.

I was keening now, my hips bucking when he hit that ticklish spot behind my knee. "Please, please." I couldn't form more words then that.

"Please what?" Finn was snickering a little bit, and I knew exactly what he wanted me to say.

That did not, however, mean that I would lower myself to the point where I would actually do so. "I'm not saying that, Finn."

"Whatever you say." He continued licking his way back up, biting my hip almost hard enough to bruise.

I gave up on trying to force back my whimpers and moans as he licked around my belly button, his tongue dipping inside briefly. I could hold out longer then Finn could, I just had to keep myself under control.

Just say it. You don't win a medal for holding out, you know. All you get is a nasty case of blue balls. Give in, for once. Who knows, you might like it.

I might have kept arguing, but I realized that Galinda was right. What had been a low pleasure combined with a little pain was rapidly turning into my-dick-might-atrophy-and-fall-off-due-to-lack-of-blood flow agony. Especially since Finn was taking a second pass over my nipples.

So I swallowed my pride and mumbled the hateful words. "Please, Finn, I would like it very much if you…." I swallowed down a gag and said the rest in a rush. "…nibbled on my banana."

It sounded just as stupid when I said it as when Finn did, but I guessed that I could see the humor in the situation. "Now." There, that was better.

"Well…if my little Spider Monkey insists, I guess I could indulge him a little." He was trying so hard not to laugh at me right now, but I could see the mirth in his eyes.

I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, or possibly to fuck me instead, but he finally gave in and licked his way down my stomach before kissing all over my cock. "Yes."

Since Finn Hudson is neither known for his gentleness or his self control, I couldn't help but startle a little when I felt the first, extremely light, touch of his teeth. His tiny nips felt surprisingly good. No, they were more then good. I was balancing on the razor blade between pleasure and pain and Finn seemed to have a good instinct about just how hard he could bite.

My entire body was rigid, and I couldn't tell if my limbs were actually still attached, since I had lost all feeling in them. Nothing existed except Finn, and his mouth, and my dick. I was whining like a broken puppy and, oh God, I couldn't even make a decent simile. How depressing.

Then his teeth scraped very lightly up the shaft, hitting right behind the head and I totally lost control. There was no time to warn Finn at all, especially since I barely had the idea that I was going to come until it was actually happening. Finn wasn't prepared to swallow, though he did his best.

With a heavy sigh, he flopped down next to me, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. "See? I told you you would like it."

I still couldn't manage the actual scathing words that had been brewing in my brain, so I settled for hitting him with a pillow. "Jerk."

"But you love me. Like, tons, right?" His tone was still casual, but I could tell that he was hanging on my every word.

"Of course I love you tons. Even if you do insist on making horrendous puns." I rubbed his cheek, and he leaned into my touch.

"Wanna do it again?"

"Oh, God, yes."