A/N: I promise promise, promise, that they'll be screwing soon. Chapter 51 if my memory serves. Now, for my question of the day. I need a really good 'Fuck You' song. I'm feeling out post-Theatricality in my brain, and I need the proper song for Kurt. So the more…theatrical you can make it, the better. Finn's song is chosen, but I can't get the right one for Kurt and it's driving me batty.

Kurt POV

I was hovering by Finn's locker, while trying to make it look like I had zero interest at all in either the locker or the boy who owned it. Yes, Finn was mine, but no one as school could know that. Especially not the mouth breathing paramecium that tended to infest this hallway after the last bell rang. I pressed my back firmly against the cold metal, making sure that no one would be able to come up behind me. Where was Finn?

Normally, I would have already been at Glee, the choir room providing a safe haven from the jocks of the school. But I had made a promise to Finn that I wouldn't go in there alone as long as there was a chance that Mr. Ryerson was still in there. It was supposed to be Mr. Shuester's first day back, but there was a chance that they would both be there, and that thought was too much for Finn.

So here I was, surrounded by hundreds of students and missing the one person I wanted the most. Finn hadn't exactly told me to meet him at his locker, but it had to be a safe bet. I mean, he's got to come out here and drop his books off, right?

"Looking for your lover boy, queer bait?" The voice was deep and mocking.

I straightened up to my full (admittedly less then impressive) height and tried to sound as bored as possible. "You know, Karofsky? I think you would benefit from a thesaurus, or at least a long session with . Your homophobic slurs have become rather predictable." I looked frantically from one side to the other. He was alone, which was good, but there was no one who would be willing to help me either.

"Yeah? Well, fag, how would you like to predict where I'm about to hit you?" His fist, which suddenly looked the size of a basketball, was raised up over my head in a threatening gesture.

'How would you like to get the shit beaten out of you?" Finn had appeared out of nowhere, and was squared off with Karofsky, his body tense and his eyes hard.

"You know, Finny, this is the third time you're stood up for the ass pirate, here. It's enough to make a man think that there really is something going on between the two of you."

Finn reached out and took my shoulder, pulling me away from Karofsky. "Why? Because I'm not a total asshole who picks on guys half my size? Grow up. You aren't going to catch the gay from Kurt. Though, if I were you, I wouldn't worry so much about catching it after all. I think it's kind of like chicken pox. You can only get it once."

It was right then that the penny dropped for me. If Finn was to be believed. Karofsky had had at least one gay experience. The bastard had spent the past four years torturing me for something he had done himself. Hypocrite!

You know, you aren't taking this to its logical conclusion….

And just what logical conclusion would that be? I was trying to sneak behind Finn without looking like I was sneaking behind Finn, and I didn't have a lot of mental energy left over for Galinda when she was in a game playing mood.

Do I have to do everything in this relationship? Ok, let me spell it out for you. Karofsky had a gay experience. Finn knows about it. Therefore…

Realization hit and I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. Finn? Finn with Karofsky? Karofsky had seen Finn naked before I had? And Finn! I would think that he had better taste.

"You know, Hudson, you think that that's going to work forever, and it isn't. No one is going to believe you, gaywad."

Had it just been him, Finn wouldn't have stood up to Karofsky in the first place. He never stands up for himself. Not against Rachel, not against Karofsky, not against the teachers at school. But, when it came to me, he refused to back down. "Do you want to take the chance?"

Apparently he didn't, because Karofsky lowered his head. Unfortunately, this put him eye to eye with me, and I had no trouble reading blood and broken bones in that piercing stare. Underneath that hate, though, was something far darker. Something evil. The next time he caught me alone, I was a dead man.

Karofsky spun and stormed down the hall, shouldering freshman out of the way left and right. Finn tickled my side. "I can't leave you alone for 10 minutes, can I?"

I wiggled away, but no one was looking at us. Fights and bullying happened so often in this school that it wasn't news. For a while, it had been news because Finn was the one getting pushed around, but now it was just the same old same old. "Maybe if this school didn't take every sociopath in a 100 mile radius, I would fare better."

"But then how would I be your knight in shining armor?" Finn backed up two steps do we could walk side by side, but not too close to each other. Too close would imply that something was happening between us, and we couldn't let that happen. He gave my shoulder a little pat, which I returned. That was all I was going to get until we were in the choir room.

"More like my baked potato wrapped in tinfoil." Yes, he was a hero, but I couldn't let it go to his head.

"Works for me. Knights have swords, but you eat a baked potato." He gave me a lecherous wink.

"You are an absolute degenerate." But a funny and charming one.

"That's not something good; I can tell by the way you said it." He looked so puppy-sad that I gave him another pat.

"Think of it as an affectionate term." I pushed the choir room door open.

Finn was mumbling something under his breath, but said breath was immediately knocked out of him by a dark haired blur tossing herself into his arms. The hair on the back of my neck rose. Rachel.

Rachel. If possible, Galinda's tone was even bitchier then mine.

She was prattling away at Finn, one hand resting lightly on his forearm. I had to resist the urge to lunge for her. As much as I disliked what she was doing, it was friendly and nonsexual. To claim otherwise would make me look like some kind of over possessive stalker. Still, I didn't like it.

"So, what happens today?" He sounded perfectly cheerful, as if he hadn't been in knots about it yesterday.

She flipped her hair in a way that made me a little jealous (but who was I trying to kid? There was no way I could pull off long hair without at least 95% of people I met thinking I was a girl. No thank you, I would just stick with the 45% that thought it already) and smiled. "Today is the first day of the rest of our career as McKinley High School! Our win at Sectionals was an amazing comeback, but we aren't going to be able to pull that off at Regionals. As of right now, we need to double, if not triple, our practice time. The drama, whether it's baby-daddy problems, or coach problems, or girlfriend problems or-"She used a hand to gestured to Finn and I- "boyfriend problems, needs to end. We need to stick together."

"Yeah, so we can stick it to Vocal Adrenaline!" Puck raised one fist in a boxer's salute. Why was he so suddenly enthusiastic?

While I was still pondering that mystery, Mr. Shue walked in. Finn tensed, but his face didn't move. Had I not been leaning against him, I might not have even noticed. Rachel stroked his arm twice, and gently pushed him back a step, so he was more secure against my body before going to sit down.

Ok, maybe we can kind of appreciate that.

Grudgingly, but yes we could. I noticed that every other member of the Glee club was looking at Finn, not the teacher. Whatever he did right now, whether it was accepting Mr. Shue back, or not doing so, or even storming out, they would follow his lead.

On some level, Finn must have understood that, because he bravely took a step forward to give Mr. Shue a hug before choosing his usual spot in the back of the room. I sat next to him for the first time, my hand resting on his knee. A collective breath was released and everyone started to chatter again. Mr. Shue held up his hands to try and get order back.

"Guys, we've been through a lot in the past few weeks, but it's time to put that behind us now. You guys were amazing at Sectionals, and you should be proud of what you were able to accomplish. But Rachel is right. Regionals is bigger, and more competitive, and, most worrisome, you'll be up against Vocal Adrenaline. Win or lose, I want you to put forth your very best effort."

"But the future of the club-"Rachel just couldn't resist running her mouth, now could she?

"Is irrelevant at the moment. We still have our issues to work out, but I want us to be able to go into this with a clean slate. Now, how do we usually start things?"

Finn leaned over and whispered 'drugged up hand job in the basement.' I used my free hand to jab him in the ribs. What if somebody heard that?

Like the entire club? The ones who already know most of what happened?

"How many relationships have you started that way?" I knew that this one was the only one, but I liked to see Finn squirm.

"All of them. You know, where the other person is a dude and everything." He smiled, and I knew that he wanted to kiss me.

I wasn't adverse to the idea, especially since it would send a pretty clear message to one Ms. Rachel Berry, but we were interrupted. "Kurt and Finn, is there something you would like to say to the entire club?"

My face grew hot, and I saw the flush spread across Finn's face as well. "No." He mumbled the answer for both of us.

"Then pay attention, please." He gave us a knowing look, and I wondered if Finn had told him, after all. "Anyway, we start with hello!"

We all greeted him back, making him smile. "Now, what do you way when you answer the phone?"

Mercedes giggled. "What up?"

Artie spoke at almost the same time. "Who this be?"

I felt compelled to chime in. "No, she's dead, this is her son." It came out sounding more sad then sassy, and Finn lightly tapped my knee.

Mr. Shue decided not to push it. "Mr. Alexander Gramn Bell, inventor of the telephone, used to say 'Ahoy, Ahoy' when he answered the phone. It was Edison who…"

I had stopped paying attention to him, since Finn's hand was moving from my knee up my thigh. So this was why he liked sitting in the back, so no one could tell what he was up to.

"-training bra!" Snipped Rachel. Finn's hand dropped, as it always did when boobs or bras were mentioned. You can lure a guy away from girls, but you can't fix his fixation with boobs.

Maybe the sound of her voice is just that much of a turn off to him.

I liked that idea much better, even though I was pretty sure that it wasn't true.

"Anyway, it's time for some reinvention, some New New Directions. We need a new 'hello!'". He pointed back at the whiteboard, where he had drawn a little stick man. "Here's your assignment for the week: Come up with a fresh number, but it has to have 'hello' in the title."

Possibilities raced through my mind, and I could tell from the sudden tension in his body that Finn was intrigued as well. We didn't always get to pick our own numbers, especially not as solos, and I wanted to do this right. If I could prove to Mr. Shue that I could be a strong vocal presence, then I might get more solos. Maybe even a big one.

Fat chance.

Well, Ms. Galinda could just shut up, now couldn't she? I was so busy giving her a mental snarking, that I almost missed the fact that we had been dismissed. "Since we don't have performances today, and you've all done so well over the past week, I'm going to release you early. Finn, could you stay for a minute?"

A bevy of expressions flew across my boyfriends face, each there and gone before I could really register them. "Uh, well, Kurt's my ride, so it's up to him."

"Oh, go ahead. I'll stay and talk to the girls for a while." Whether I liked it or not, Mr. Shue was the closest thing to a father that Finn had, and I knew that the stress of their fighting was giving Finn nightmares.

"Thank you, Kurt. Finn, do you think you can help me move some stuff around the auditorium? We're going to be sharing it with the Cheerios from now on, and I don't want anything 'accidentally' damaged."

"Sure." I watched carefully, but Finn didn't show any nerves about being alone with the man. Over the past two weeks he had shown me that he was capable of doing things on his own, if only we would give him a chance, so I had to let him be.

Luckily, the girls, and this time it was all the girls, not just Tina and Mercedes, wanted to hear about how things were going with Finn. Even Rachel hung around, though she was making a face like she had swallowed a bug.

Tina sat in front of me. "So? Have you done it yet?"

I pretended that I had no idea what she was talking about. "Have we done what?"

"Sex! No one else here is getting any, except for Brit-"The blond girl nodded vacantly "-and maybe Santana."

Santana snorted. "Please. If Puck wants to stick it somewhere else, that's his business, but now that he's whimpering after Little Mama over there? I like him with a little dignity, not like some beaten bitch dog."

Quinn said nothing, but I saw the hurt in her eyes. I took a minute to wonder what it would be like to know that my life was completely over at 16. No matter what she decided, to keep the baby or give it up, she was never going to be who she had been before, and there was nothing any of us could do to change it.

All big choices leave their mark, honey. All you can do is decide what to do with yourself after.

"No, Finn and I haven't had sex yet. We're waiting for the right time."

"When's that? I know you, Kurt, and you'll wait until the two of you are so old you'll need Viagra to even think about it." Mercedes rolled her dark eyes.

"There's not a think wrong with being sure! And anyway, Finn's the one who…." I trailed off, because I realized that this was getting way too personal and Finn might not appreciate me discussing this in front of half of the Glee club.

"Is a little shy? I think that that's normal. I mean, he's never looked at guys before. Maybe he just doesn't know what to do." Trust Rachel to get in a little dig while still trying to sound sympathetic.

I tried to regain some dignity. "This topic of conversation is closed. Why don't we talk about getting boyfriends for everyone else?"

Luckily, that did the trick. Glee club might be the lowest rung of the social ladder, but we were still teenagers, and we were still looking for love. Not a single girl in the club had someone, unless you counted Brit and Santana having each other. Sadly enough, I think that Brit counted that, but Santana didn't.

45 minutes later, we were no closer to finding Prince Charming for anyone, but I was starting to wonder where my own Prince Charming had wandered off to. I stood up and dusted myself off. "Girls, it's been great, but I have to go find Finn."

I slipped into the auditorium without being noticed, taking the time to admire the way Finn's muscles moved when he picked up boxes. I wasn't deliberately eavesdropping, but the acoustics in there are fantastic, and I couldn't help but pick up on what he and Mr. Shue were talking about.

Since I had missed the first part of the conversation, it hit me harder then ever to hear Finn softly say "I just feel so bad about myself. I mean, Kurt's all smart and good at everything, and he's going to figure out that he's dating a Lima Loser eventually."

Because he was turned away from me, I couldn't hear Mr. Shue's reply, but I could pick up the worry in his tone. Whatever else he had done wrong, he did love Finn, and he wanted things to turn out alright for him.

"Do you mean like dating other girls? Because, I'm pretty sure Kurt would kill me, and anyway, I don't want anyone else." Finn looked adorable confused, and I heard Mr. Shue laugh.

One hand came out to rest on Finn's shoulder, and I noticed that my boyfriend didn't flinch away. Mr. Shue nudged him towards the front of the stage. "Come on Finn, you're a rock star! You're like Jagger! Morrison!"

Finn gave him a big grin, and some of the tension bled out of his body. Mr. Shue pointed to the edge of the stage, and I noticed that the band was there for the first time. "Come on, pick a song!"

I couldn't hear what Finn said to that, but the band started up with a song I recognized immediately. Hello, I love you, by The Doors. I found myself leaning back to just enjoy the performance.

Finn might not have a classically trained voice, like Rachel's, but there is no one who can pull off a smoky, sexy song like that like he can. He had a way of lowering his head and exuding a confidence that he never showed at any other time. If he could do this every day, Puck wouldn't stand a chance against him with the ladies.

Do you really want that? So Finn's dating you now, big deal. You think he wouldn't switch back the minute the right pair of tits came his way?

I couldn't let myself think like that. Finn knew what it felt like to be cheated on; he wouldn't do that to me. Would he? No, there was no way. Finn was mine, and we both knew it.

Even though I knew it would give me away, I applauded enthusiastically at the end of the song. Finn jumped and almost fell off the stage, his normal, clumsy, self again. He squinted out over the otherwise empty seats, and I knew that he couldn't see me properly. "It's me, Cowboy."

He launched himself off the stage with a thud, racing over to give me an enthusiastic kiss. "Did you like it? Was it good?"

"It was excellent. You could give the real Morrison a run for his money. Plus you aren't all drugged out and STD infested." At his goofy grin, I had to kiss him again.

He pulled back a little bit. "You do know that Mr. Shue can see this, right?"

Oh. Oops. "I thought you told him already! He was looking at us like he knew!"

His eyes rolled. "That's because we're kind of obvious! I didn't tell him because I thought that was something that we should decide together, but figured it out on his own. Anyway, if you kiss me in public like that, everyone is going to know."

Oh, how short his memory was. "You kissed me!"

"Yeah, well…." His eyes narrowed as he thought. "Oh well, it's just Mr. Shue. It's not like it's anyone who cares."

Finn wasn't going to understand the danger he was putting himself in until it was too late. I could tell him over and over all the things that had happened to me, he had seen (and participated in) most of them, I could rattle statistics at him until I was blue in the face. But it never penetrated. Yes, this time it was just Mr. Shue, and that was no big deal. But anyone could have walked in that door. The Cheerios were going to be sharing the auditorium, and what if one of them reported back to Coach Sylvester?

She doesn't work here any more.

For now. Women like Sue Sylvester never die, and, even if they do, they come back and haunt you forever. Plus there was the entire hockey team, who might come around just to see the Cheerios flying around in their short skirts. "Keep it in your pants, Cowboy."

"Duh. I'm pretty sure that Mr. Shue doesn't want to see that, and, even if he does, that's gross and we're not going to do that." Finn gave me a little head butt.

Why do I find his stupidity charming? I leaned down and kissed him gently. "At least we can agree on some things. Namely that fooling around in front of our teacher and Glee club director is not a shared fantasy."

"No way. Oh, and now you kissed me, too, so we're even." He looked up at the stage. "Mr. Shue? Do you still need my help? Or can I go now?"

There was something almost sad in Mr. Shue's expression as he looked at Finn's arm around my shoulders. "Go on, you two. Finn, your song was great, Kurt, I'll be waiting to hear yours."

We both said our goodbyes and walked out to my car. Finn was rattling off songs, but none of them were right. Some of them were a poor fit for my range, some I didn't know or like, and some were just too common. I wanted something special.

Finn was starting to get frustrated. "Well, why don't you write your own song, then? Then it can be exactly how you want it."

That was just ridiculous. "I can't write a song! I can barely write an essay." Not that there weren't dozens of half finished odes to Finn locked in my hope chest, but he was never going to find out about that.

"I'll help you! Writing a song is just like writing a poem, and I know lots of poems. Listen: There was once a man from Nantucket. Whose dick was so-"

I cut him off with a hand over his mouth. "That is not the sort of poem or song I was looking for. Neither one of us knows anything about composing music anyway, unless you want to ask Rachel."

He visibly squirmed. "That's probably not a good idea. I think she's kind of pissed at me."

Somehow hearing that didn't surprise me. "And just what did you do to anger Ms. Berry yet again? I thought that once the two of you were no longer dating this drama would cease."

Finn gave me a long suffering sigh and a pathetic look. "I know, right? She's all pissed off because she says I'm fickle and I'm going to ruin you, but I swear that I'm not and I love you, like, as much as the sun and stars and moon and all that romantic shit, but I'm kind of scared that I might wreck things anyway because I always kind of do even though I never mean to."

I leaned back in the seat, taking a minute to detangle the Finn-speak from the actual English. "You do not wreck everything. Granted, slowing down and taking the time to think things through before you act might improve a lot of your little mishaps, but you do not ruin things. I love you exactly how you are, and Rachel just has a case of sour grapes."

"So, she's wrong even though she's right? I mean, I kind of did mess up with her, and with Quinn. But I can do better this time, I promise."

We were almost to his place now, and, as badly as I wanted to go inside and spend however long it took to convince Finn that there wasn't a thing wrong with him, I knew that I couldn't. Dad needed me at home, and Finn needed to try working this out on his own. So I gave him a final kiss on the lips. "She's wrong. I love you, and I'll see you first thing tomorrow morning."

"Ok. I love you, too." Then he was off, ambling up the steps to his house. I waited on the pretense that I had to make sure he got inside safely, but mostly I just wanted to stare at his ass. That was mine.

That is ours. Speaking off, when are we ever going to get around to collecting said fine piece of real estate?

Soon. I didn't want to push Finn, as that would only upset him and make him nervous. Being nervous would make him tense, and, if he was tense, this wasn't going to work and I might even end up hurting him. Not exactly the first time experience I was hoping for. No, letting Finn call the shots had worked so far, and I just had hope that it kept happening smoothly. And if there were plenty of blowjobs in between now and sex, who was I to complain?

I was a little bit concerned about Rachel, and made a mental note to speak to her about not confusing and worrying Finn, but I wasn't too worried. After all, how long did she plan on holding a grudge? It wasn't like he had cheated on her, or even like he had decided to hook up with another girl. No matter how determined she was, she was never going to grow a penis.

I wouldn't count on that. I don't think that there's anything in this world that Rachel Berry can't do when she puts her mind to it. Up to and including changing genders at will. I mean, come on, you've seen those hands.

The next day in Glee, I found out exactly how long she planned on holding a grudge. And there is only one way Rachel Berry likes to express her fury. Finn and I were sitting in the back row of chairs, his fingers drumming a little pattern on my thigh. I wasn't any closer to choosing a song for myself, so I was mostly sulking and not paying much attention to what was going on until her hand shot up like a flag. "Mr. Shuester? I think I found a song that sums up my feelings perfectly" The look she shot Finn and I left no doubt as to her exact feelings.

He held up a hand. "Fantastic Rachel, show us what you've got."

We all fell silent to watch. Whatever else you can say about Rachel, she is always a consummate and fascinating performer. She cued the band, and I recognized the song within a few bars. Oh, yeah, the ultimate scorned woman song. Give you Hell by The All American Rejects. Finn cringed a little against me.

Wow. The next time you need bitch lessons, I think we both know where to go.

No argument here. Still, it was a catchy song, and I couldn't help but be impressed. Not only was her deliverance flawless, but she had found a way to incorporate Mike's dancing, which was something that we hadn't seen in far too long. Actually, she was an all over perfect performer, which just served to increase my ire. I was a good singer, and an adequate dancer, but I just didn't have the spark she did, something that was becoming steadily more obvious. As much as I hated to admit it, Rachel Berry was destined for bigger things.

Yeah, but you have Finn. Isn't that what this whole temper tantrum of hers is about?

True. Finn was trying to look abashed, his head down and his expression guilty, but I could see the mirth in his dark eyes. All Rachel was doing was posturing, and he knew it. With a barely noticeable movement, he pushed my back lightly, freeing me to go join what was rapidly becoming a full Glee club dance party.

Rachel finished with a flourish, giving Finn a look that could have killed a snake. Mr. Shue tried to regain order, calling out over our laughter. "Guys? Guys! I don't want to be a buzzkill, but the assignment was 'hello'."

Our very own diva wasn't quite ready to give up. "I'm sorry. I was focusing on the first syllable." She gave Finn another death glare.

To Mr. Shue's credit, he pulled her up short. "You know what? I don't think you understand the seriousness of what we're up against. While we were busy winning our Sectionals, Vocal Adrenaline was busy winning theirs. They're last year's national champions. They haven't lost a competition in three years. This is the big leagues guys. If we don't place at Regionals, Glee club is over."

He gave that a few minutes to sink in. "Now, does anyone else have a performance?"

No one wanted to say anything, but someone had to. Finally Tina piped up. "I'll be ready tomorrow. I just need a little extra time."

"Alright, then. You guys are teenagers now, almost adults! It's time to quit this childish backstabbing and start acting like a team again. Whatever the issue is between you and Finn, Rachel, fix it. That goes for any other issues that the rest of you might be having. Come on, guys! You made it through Sectionals because you put aside your personal differences and worked together. Your assignment for next week is to find a song that emphasizes team work and non sexual togetherness. And don't think that the rest of you are excused from this weeks assignment either. You're all dismissed."

Wow, he was cranky. Finn nudged me again. "Want to go back to my place and have a little sexual togetherness?"

I smirked; making sure that Rachel saw it, just so she could wonder what Finn and I were going to go do. No doubt it was far kinkier in her imagination. "Why Finn Hudson, I would love to."