Finn POV

I hate Rachel's car. I mean, I know it's a really expensive and fancy one, and the red color is pretty awesome, but I hate the car itself. Its way too small, and I always feel like I'm being crammed into one of those clown cars. Even though I had the front seat all the way back, my knees were still almost touching the dashboard.

I could totally put up with it, though, since she was being so cool about helping me with dinner tonight. I know, I know, it's kind of weird to have your old girlfriend helping you do something to impress your new boyfriend, but I can't cook worth shit, so I was pretty desperate when I asked her.

Things are actually pretty cool between Rachel and I now. I thought for sure that she would freak out when she found out about me and Kurt, but she actually took it pretty well. She didn't cry or start screaming, which is all kinds of awesome because I can't stand the thought of making her cry. It wasn't like I had cheated on her with Kurt or anything, but part of me still kind of felt like I had. I still really liked her, just not in a girlfriend way any more.

There was even a part of me that was afraid she would try and sabotage me and Kurt. Don't get me wrong, Rachel's awesome, but when she decides she really wants something, it's really hard to stop her from getting it.

Of course Rachel Berry can't live without you. Because we both know you're such a fantastic catch. You're the quarterback of the worst football team in the district, if it weren't for gym, you would be nowhere near a 'C' average, and have all the coordination of a drunken baby hippo.

You certainly didn't mind chasing me. You also thought I was good enough to be a father to your baby. Not my baby, yours. So you can shut up.

Anyway, now Rachel has a new boyfriend, it makes it easier for us to just be friends. And, since we're just friends now, I felt like I could ask her what I secretly wanted to. "Hey Rach?"

She looked over. "Yes, Finn?"

"Um…." Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. "You know, never mind."

"Nonsense. You shouldn't be afraid to ask me anything, Finn. Do you need help with your vocal range? Advice on choosing he perfect song to serenade Kurt tonight?"

I was only going to be using my tongue for one thing tonight, and I was pretty sure that Kurt would like it a lot better then any romantic song. "Um, no." I rubbed at the back of my neck awkwardly. "It's just that…if I wasn't with Kurt, and you weren't with, uh, your new guy, would you want to get back together with me?"

She looked at me again, more closely this time. "Are things alright with Kurt? You aren't having second thoughts are you?"

"No. It's just that…I don't really get what he sees in me. Or what you saw in me, either."

"So, you're not asking me because you want to get back together with me. You're asking because you're feeling insecure, and you want me to remind you how special you are."

When she put it like that, she made me sound really pathetic. But, since I was really pathetic, I nodded weakly. "I guess."

"Then of course I would take you back. You're funny, and sweet, and you never give up. I don't think you realize everything that you have going for you, Finn." She gave me a playful punch to the shoulder. "And my boyfriends name is Jesse, by the way. Jessie St. James."

I repeated the name in my mind a few times, so I would remember it this time. I hated to ask the last thing, but it wasn't something I could ask Kurt, so that only left her. "Do…do you think I would have been an ok Dad to Quinn's baby?"

That was my biggest and most secret fear, one I couldn't even share with Kurt. That I wouldn't be able to be a good Dad because I didn't have one to teach my how. I read all of those baby books that Quinn brought, even though it took me forever, and having a baby is hard. There's a special way to hold them, so you support their head, and a special way to feed them, and sometimes you're supposed to jump up and get whatever they need since it's not like they understand how to wait or anything, but sometimes you should just let them cry, only that sounds kind of mean.

And babies are the easy part! Then they hit the terrible twos, and they go to school and what if the baby turned out to be as stupid as I was like Quinn always said it would? Then what if she turned 16 and had a baby of her own? I could be a grandpa before I was 35. I had almost puked when I thought about that.

But I had still wanted her. Even if I hadn't known how to be a good Dad, I'll bet there's lots of people who don't know how to be good Dads, and still figure it out. Anyway, I had loved her a lot, and that had to count for something, right?

She smiled at me. "Finn, you would have been a great Dad to Baby Drizzle. And, since I have two of them, I'm kind of the expert on fathers, if you ask me."

If you asked Rach, she was kind of the expert on everything. But she was really honest, even if sometimes she was way too blunt about it, so I knew that she was telling me the truth. So I really would have been a good Dad. "Thanks, Rach."

"No problem. Now, I took the liberty of making a list of everything we're going to need for tonight. We aren't going to have time to run back to the store, so we need to make sure we get it all at once. Did you bring cash?"

"Yes." I had been saving up for a new system, but what could be more important then Kurt? So I had grabbed everything out of my sock drawer and brought it to school today.

Rachel girl shops, which is great. When I go grocery shopping, even if I have a list, I end up circling around the store about a billion times looking for everything and there are all these brands of the exact same thing, so how do you know which one to get? It's like that weird drawing where all the stairs are going up and down at the same time. It just isn't logical.

But chicks can speak the secret language of grocery stores. They can always find everything, and they just know the difference between the store brand and butterball and organic. It's all chicken, right? And what does 'free-range' mean anyway?

If I said anything out loud, though, Rachel would explain it all to me in so much detail that I would forget the original question. It's better to just not ask unless I have lot of time and really, really need the help.

So I just pushed the cart and paid for everything, which was all she really needed me for. By the way, it turns out that the difference between organic chicken and regular chicken is about ten bucks.

Since Rachel is a vegetarian, she refused to even touch the chicken, so I did that part all by myself. She knows a way to make the meat super moist, by putting a can of soda up the chickens butt, so the pop gets all into the meat. Tell me that's not the coolest thing ever.

I did giggle a little inside when I was cramming the can up there, even though it was really immature. Come on, you can't spend 14 years giggling about what goes into or comes out of your butt and just stop cold because it suddenly sounds like a lot of fun instead of the grossest thing in the universe. "Good job, Finn. Now set him over by the oven while we do the sweet potatoes. We'll put them all in together."

Say what you will about Rachel, but she knows how to make a romantic gesture. "Cut them in half, the long way."

When I did she produced a piece of hard plastic from her purse. "Now get some cinnamon."

She held the plastic, which turned out to be a stencil with hearts and stars all over it. When she was done, she had both halves of the potato covered with a star shaped dusting of light brown. How the hell does she do that? My hands would shake and it would look like I was having a seizure while I was pouring the cinnamon. "That's awesome!"

"Trust me, he'll love it." When she smiled, I thought it looked a tiny bit sad, but it was gone before I could be sure. "I know, because Kurt and I are pretty close to the same person and I would be really happy if someone did it for me." Her voice was really soft towards the end, and I wondered if I should go talk to this Jessie guy, and let him know that my ex-girl needed a little romance in her life.

Yeah, because that won't sound weird or anything.

Ok, point to Quinn-voice. "You have no idea how cool of you it is to do this. I mean, you rock so much."

Everyone loves a compliment, especially one from the heart. And this one totally was. Sure enough, her smile was happy this time instead of sad. "Thank you, Finn. Now come on, you need to start shredding lettuce for the salad while I make the dressing."

"This is going to be all healthy, right? Because he can tell these really nasty stories about how they make ranch dressing and don't want that tonight."

"It will be both low calorie and delicious, I promise. Trust me, Finn; this dinner is going to go perfectly. The chicken comes out at 6:15 sharp. I figure if we leave it much longer, you'll start making out with Kurt and set the house on fire. I know how you are, Finn."

There wasn't much I could say to that, since it was true. Luckily, I didn't have to say anything, because she was still talking. "You're going to do it tonight, aren't you? Oh my God, you are!"

Of course we were, but there was no way I was going to tell her that. Rach's great and all, don't get me wrong, but she blabs everything. Everything. If she found out that Kurt and I were about to do it tonight, everyone in the world would know before we actually did it. Luckily, I've learned the art of distraction from Kurt, so I just did that lazy grin thing. "Rach, it's kind of creepy to talk about having sex with Kurt to you. It violates the bro code or something."

"Finn, you're a wonderful singer, you really are. But your acting could use a little work. Love you darling, but only in a friend way. Now I have a date of my own."

I'm pretty sure asking if she was planning to have sex with this Jesse dude would be totally rude, even though she asked me first. "Thanks again."

Since I'm trying to be a gentleman, I walked her to the door. She stretched on to her tiptoes and gave me a hug. "6:15, Finn, don't forget. And take a shower, you smell like vinegar."

It was 5:45, which meant I was really going to have to push it to get ready in time. It was getting to where I needed to shave now. Not every day, or even every other day, but I probably should tonight. Most of the time Kurt's ok with being able to feel a little scruff, but he doesn't like it when I'm blowing him. And I don't like listening to him bitch about having beard burn on his inner thighs.

Since I was rushing so much, I ended up cutting myself on the side of the jaw and bleeding everywhere. "Shit!"

I had a pre-picked, Kurt-approved outfit on the bed, to make this night really fancy and awesome, but when Kurt knocked, I was still in my boxer shorts and trying to stop the blood. I was screwing this night up already.

I didn't want to leave him outside, though, so I grabbed an old T-shirt off the floor and raced down the steps. "Coming, coming!"

There he was, my Kurt. Normally he would have had something to say about the fact that I was running around in my underwear and a wrinkled shirt, but today he just wrapped his arms around me and held me close. "I love you so much."

Maybe this night wasn't screwed up after all. "Love you, too."

I pulled him inside. "Dinner will be ready in 5 minutes. Then, we get to dessert!" By dessert, of course, I meant him.

His face fell, even though he tried to hide it. I wrapped my arms around him and let him snuggle into my body. "We don't have to just because we said we would. If you don't want to do it, you can tell me. I'll still lick chocolate off of your entire body."

"No, I'm totally sure about that. It's just…you, know, it's just silly. Tonight it's just you and me."

I liked the sound of that. "You're sure?"

"I'm positive. Things smell absolutely delicious, by the way. If they taste half as good, I'll be happy." His lips ran down my neck and things suddenly became all fuzzy.

Except it wasn't right. He was saying all the right things, but he wasn't saying them in the right way. He was doing it in the way that meant he wasn't really thinking about the words. Plus, the neck kissing thing was the thing he always did when he wanted to distract me.

See, I'm not as stupid as everyone thinks I am.

But I also knew that pushing Kurt would just make him mad, and then there wasn't going to be any sort of getting sexed up tonight, not even some grinding. If I really pissed him off, I probably wouldn't even get a kiss with tongue. And that would just be crushing.

Not to mention that, even though I totally knew he was trying to distract me, I really, really like it when Kurt does that kissing thing on my neck. It's like being kissed by a little butterfly. He manages to lull me into a false sense of security every single time, and then, right when he knows I'm distracted he- Ow! The little Dracula just bit me! Again!

"Baby." He said it like I was being a huge wimp, which was how he always said it. So even though he was making fun of me, it was alright, because he was at least being Kurt and saying it the right way. Plus, if I didn't like him biting me, I wouldn't let him kiss my neck.

The timer beeped and I almost jus threw the damn thing at the wall. So what if the meal burned, I had a boyfriend to get busy with.

Yes, because there is nothing more sexy then a man who just throws you to the ground like a rutting beast and has his sweaty, nasty, lustful way with you. Even Puck gave me some wine coolers. You can do better then he can, Finn.

I could, which was why I bounded into the kitchen and grabbed some potholders. Kurt followed, which meant that I had to be extra, extra careful. If I dropped this in front of him, I would never live it down.

Oh, sure, he would still tell me that things were great, and we would eat the rest of it and probably even laugh about it later, but I know how these things go. I would swear him to secrecy about it, but he would have to tell Mercedes. Then Mercedes would tell Tina. Then Tina would let it slip to Rachel. And Rachel would tell the entire world and I would end up humiliated again and Puck would never let me hear the end of it.

"Wow, Finn, this is…..wow." This might be the only time I've ever struck Kurt totally speechless.

Oh, yeah, forgot to mention the best part about the dinner I had planned for Kurt. I wanted everything to be perfect for him, so I set the table up exactly like you see in all of those fancy movies. Mom let me take out the tablecloth that we use for Thanksgiving, after I promised a million times not to spill anything on it. It's a fancy one, made of cloth and everything. I also put out the candle sticks made sure the both the plates had the same pattern on them. I break of a lot of dishes, so we have a bunch of different patterns.

"Wait, wait! You're missing the best part, so go back in the other room!" Mom says you only get one chance to make a first impression, but maybe Kurt would be nice enough to give me another one.

He laughed a little and went back to the living room. "Ok, call me when you're ready."

"Ok, go, go." I pushed him gently out of the way and got everything all set up. Rachel had drawn me a little picture of how things should be arranged on the plate, so it looked like something out of a fancy restaurant. The trick was cutting a little bit of white meat off the chicken, and putting it near one side of the plate. Then you put the sweet potato, with its stars showing, at an angle. You finish with a big helping of salad. Then I was supposed to drizzle this weird red raspberry sauce over the chicken. But don't pool it on there, just a little bit on top. Rach made me practice on a piece of bread until I could do it right.

I put each plate at its place on the table and took out the wine glasses. Rachel had made me promise that wouldn't tell anyone that she had snuck the bottle from her Daddy Leroy's special stash. I also wasn't allowed to let Kurt drive home after he drank anything, but that wasn't going to be a problem. I don't know what Mom said to Burt, but the two of them are going to have an overnight date down in Columbus, and Kurt and I were going to have one here. She kind of ruined it by giving me a lecture on the beauty of sex and youthful passions and I just wanted to put my fingers in my ears. Kurt says he actually did it, which just made me love him more. I carefully poured half a glass for each of us. I hated alcohol, unless I was really trying to get drunk, but it did fit the mood, and Kurt's big into coordinating things.

I was almost ready to call Kurt back in, when I remembered the candles. They did set the mood pretty well, even though they were going to make it kind of hard to see what we were eating. Maybe we were allowed to turn the lights back on after he saw it? Otherwise, I guessed I would figure something out. I mean, I eat popcorn and Sour Patch Kids in the movie theater in the dark, and I only miss my mouth every once in a while, so I could probably do it.

There, candles lit, lights out, it was perfect. I raced back into the living room, where Kurt was sitting on the couch, thumbing through one of Mom's magazines. "Ok, I'm ready! But close your eyes; I want you to be surprised." Please, please, let him be impressed.

"How am I supposed to get in there if my eyes are closed? You know I bruise like a grape, Cowboy." He was already up and covering his eyes with his hands.

It's kind of a funny feeling, knowing that he trusts me that much. Not only with his body, but that he trusts I can figure out a way to get him in there without him being hurt. Quinn would have never done it. Rachel, either, come to think of it. I wrapped my arms around him and guided him to the kitchen. "Just a few more steps, one more, one more, and…now!"

He dropped his hands and gasped. "Oh, my…Finn, I can't believe you did all this. Candles, wine…." He stopped there and put his arms around me, his face buried in my chest. "Thank you so much."

I was pretty sure he was crying. "Um, you're welcome, but please don't cry. It is happy crying right? Because if it isn't, I can fix whatever it is."

Now there was a watery little giggle. "It's happy crying, and you don't need to change anything."

After a few minutes, he shifted to his arms were around my neck. "You have no idea what this means to me."

"It means I love you and I want to make everything perfect." Sometimes Kurt wants to make a big deal out of things that really aren't that important. He always thinks that there's some reason I'm being nice to him. I think it's called having an upterior motive. Maybe it's ulterior instead. He never gets that sometimes people are nice just to be nice and see someone else happy.

"Do you want to eat now?" I didn't want to ruin the moment, but I was starving to death.

"Can I have one more minute to admire this? Actually-"He pulled out his phone and snapped a quick picture. "Now I can show everyone how awesome you are."

See, I told you he would give me another chance to make a good first impression. He's great like that.

The chicken was really good, even if the sauce was kind of weird. I don't really get why people always have to take food that already tastes good and try and make it better. Chicken's good and raspberries are good, why do you have to try and put them together? Kurt was eating it like it was the best stuff in the world though, so it might be one of those things that you have to be really classy to understand.

Then he saw his sweet potato and started laughing. "Can I guess that this is Rachel Berry's handiwork?"

"Yeah." I wanted to lie and tell him that it had been all my idea, but Kurt's not stupid either. He would see right through that one.

"I can tell." Kurt gave one of those deep dramatic sighs. "I guess I should do something really nice for her, since she helped you put all of this together. Maybe I can improve that horrendous wardrobe."

I actually kind of like the way Rachel dresses. Sure, its different then how other people do it, but she does what she likes and sticks to it. Kurt dresses different from everyone else, too, exactly how he likes, and way weirder, but somehow it's ok for him to do it, but not for her. I wouldn't tell him this, but sometimes Kurt's way more bossy then Rachel is.

Kurt ate his chicken and salad, and most of his sweet potato while talking to himself (he was kind of talking to me, but it was the sort of talking where all I had to do was nod my head or make a few 'uh-huh' or 'uh-uh' noises) about what he was going to do with Rachel's clothes. I finally interrupted his monologue. "Do you want more chicken? There's like both legs and wings left."

There was that look again, the one I didn't like. "No, I think I'm fine."

Ok, I know that Kurt is tiny, and he doesn't need as much food as I do, but there hadn't been hardly any chicken on the plate at all. "Are you sure? Because I'm having more, and I'm planning on burning a lot of calories with you later."

Then it hit me. Of course Kurt wasn't hungry, he was nervous about the sex! "I won't hurt you. I mean, it hurts a little bit at first, but I promise that it gets awesome."

"Of course not. I trust you completely." That was his true voice again.

"Do you not like the meal? Because I could make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich if you would rather have that." He was eating like he liked it, but I've had to eat a lot of really nasty things just to be polite to the person who cooked them.

"The meal is fantastic, Finn. You remembered exactly what I liked, and you did great making it. Even if Rachel helped, you planned all of it on your own, and that means the world to me." He was smiling now, and leaned over to give me a kiss that kind of tasted like raspberries.

So if it wasn't that he was nervous about later tonight and I knew that the food wasn't bad, what was it? If I was smarter or more subtle, I might have kept on playing the guessing game. But I know that I'm no good at it, so I just went with being direct. "Then why do you look so sad? You can't possibly be full, that wasn't enough food to keep a squirrel happy. Tell me what's wrong."

He shrugged. "Nothing, I told you."

"But you lied. It's obviously something and I hate not knowing how to fix it for you."

The chair scraped as he pushed it back and climbed in to my lap. I squeezed him as tightly as I could. "Am I too heavy for you?"

Was he kidding me? "Dude, I pick you up all the time, you weigh nothing."

"Yeah, but….Coach Sylvester said that Mercedes and I both need to lose weight. Or we're off the team." He was kind of hard to understand with his face into my chest like it was.

See? This is exactly why I didn't want him to be on the team in the first place. The 'you're way too fat' thing was how she started with Quinn, too. Do you know how much it sucks to have your girlfriend refuse to eat for days at a time because she weighs more then 100 lbs? I won't let the same thing happen to Kurt.

"You don't need to lose weight! You're already perfect, and I'll guarantee that I've seen more of your body then she has." A horrible thought popped into my head. "Oh, God, tell me that she didn't make you get naked in front of her."

His head snapped up. "No! You're the only one who's ever seen me naked, except for when I was a baby. But she told us both to lose weight."

"She's an idiot. You're thin but you're strong. If you lose weight, you're going to lose your muscles, and then you won't be able to do any of her flipping and bouncing shit. Fuck her."

By the way, I'm kind of proud of the fact that I didn't say what I was actually thinking, which was 'I told you so', complete with the little touchdown dance at the end. I would never make Kurt feel bad like that, but I had to bite down pretty hard on saying it. I know that I'm stupid about a lot of things, but I'm smart about some things, and knowing what a bitch Coach Sylvester is is one of those things.

I'm also smart enough to know that me just saying things isn't enough to make Kurt feel better. People make fun of the way Kurt looks all the time. They say he's too small or too pale or he looks like a girl. If he can kiss me without having to have me lift him, he's not too small. Ok, he's a little pale, but not, like, albino pale. He says it's aristocratic, which I think might be another word for sexy. And, he does not look like a girl! People are just stupid. He looks exactly like a boy, and exactly like he should look. I mean, hello, lack of boobs should be a big clue. Plus he kisses like a boy, all wild and hard instead of soft and shy and I never would have thought I would like that but I did.

He smiled a little at me, and I knew I was at least kind of saying the right thing. "Besides, if anyone's fat, I am. I weight way more then you do."

That got me an indignant huff. "You are not fat! You're twice my height and have a big build. You're built like the quarterback, and you need to be solid to take the knock-down things."

"Sacks. Or tackles." Kurt's not the only one who can teach someone new words. "So I'm built for what I do, and you're already built for what you do. You're not going to be strong enough to throw someone if you lose weight. That's the way it works, right? Even if they want to throw you sometimes, you still have to be able to throw the girls? You're big enough to throw Quinn."

Maybe. You can still hardly tell that she's pregnant, but, if you know what to look for, it's really obvious that little Drizzle is in there. Can't doing all of those flips and spins make her fall out or something? Or is there a little trapdoor that holds the baby up? I realized that I was getting distracted, and thinking about Quinn's private parts probably wasn't the best idea when Kurt's private parts were just waiting for me.

Speaking of Kurt, he looked a lot happier. "I guess you're right."

"Of course I am. Coach Sylvester is just trying to freak you out and make you quit. Ignore her." Ok, good. I'm not terrible at comforting my boyfriend.

"It would make you happy if I quit, wouldn't it?" He didn't say it all bitchy, just sad.

Ouch, this was a tough one. I mean, of course I would be happy if Kurt quit! He had been on the squad a grand total of one day, and the Coach had already made him miserable about himself. Isn't the point of doing stuff like Cheerios and football and Glee that it makes you feel good?

Maybe it was the fact that the Cheerios were winners and winning was really important to some people. Don't get me wrong, I like winning, too, but being the best isn't the most important thing in the world. Only it is to Rachel. And Quinn. And maybe Kurt, too. So maybe the good feelings they got from being winners was enough to make up for the bad feelings that came from having to deal with Coach Sylvester?

Except we were winners in Glee, too, and no one ended up feeling bad or wanting to cry and lose 10 pounds when they didn't have 10 lbs to spare anywhere on their body. Maybe we weren't big national winners like the Cheerios, but we were winners just the same.

But if I told Kurt that I wanted him to quit, he would probably do it. Then I would be that horrible person who made him do something, then told him it was for his own good. Before this year, I might have gone ahead and done it anyway, but now I know exactly what it feels like to have someone lie to you for your own good, and how much it hurts. Don't tell Finn that the baby isn't his. It's for his own good that he doesn't know. Just let Finn think that his father died in Iraq instead of committing suicide. It's for his own good. Finn will really enjoy being in Glee, even if I have to blackmail him into it. It'll be fine, it's for his own good. Whether it was for Kurt's own good or not, he was going to have to figure this one out on his own.

"I won't be happy if you aren't." It killed me to say this, but I had to. "I think you should stick it out for a little while, though. Just so you're sure that you're doing the right thing." There, now I'm not the bad guy. Coach Sylvester is the total bad guy and Kurt's smart enough to figure that out.

Hopefully it wouldn't take too long, though, because I really, really hate that woman. I know, it's not cool to hate people, but I have trouble believing that she would really care, not to mention I'm not 100% sure that she's really human anyway.

"Thank you, Finn. I really appreciate you letting me make the choice instead of you doing it for me." He reached up and kissed me on the lips. "I love you."

"Love you, too." Suddenly things were going good again. Kurt had twisted around so he was straddling my lap, and could kiss me better. If what I felt against my stomach was any clue, he was really into things again.

"So, do you think that we can maybe have dessert now?" When he asked it, he shoved his hips against mine, which kind of make me think that he knew exactly what I was thinking we should have.

"Sure. I was thinking chocolate-dipped Hummel, but whatever you want." It had taken me an hour to come up with that line, so it was a good thing I got it out smoothly.

He grinned again, but this time it was all dirty looking. "That was pretty good. Let me get my clothes off." Then his smile became more playful. "I see you won't have that problem."

I looked down and realized that I had totally forgotten to change into my nice outfit. I could feel my face flushing. "Why didn't you say something?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. You looked all flustered when you came down, so I thought it probably wasn't that big of a deal. Now what were you saying about chocolate?"

Right, the chocolate! Of course, that was when I realized that I had forgotten to set up the double boiler for the chocolate. Shit! Kurt was looking at me like he expected something, though, so I had to pull something out of my ass. "Uh, let me put the food away first. Can you go upstairs and wait for me?" There, that should buy me a few minutes.

Mom always wraps our leftovers in plastic wrap, but I didn't really have time for that, so I just threw it on the bottom shelf. I'd deal with it later, once I had figured out how to get myself out of this mess.

Then I saw it, like the Holy Grail in my fridge. Screw the double boiler and all of that fancy chocolate that probably tasted like ass once it was melted anyway. I had something much better. Thanking God, and Baby Jesus, and Buddha, and Prada (I'm not exactly sure who Prada is, but Kurt prays to him a lot), I grabbed the Hershey's Chocolate Syrup off the shelf.

Oh, yeah, I was the man.