Having showered and changed into a loose fitting T-shirt and a pair of jeans, Finn fought against the urge to jerk off while thinking about Kurt and getting it out of his system. He hadn't given in because that would have been admitting that he had a thing for Kurt. //If you don't, then why are you getting all hot and bothered about being alone with him?// Finn shook his head as if to silence the voice in his head. He reached out and knocked on Kurt's door before poking his head inside. "You ready?" he asked, feeling the breath catch in his throat. From his vantage point, Finn had a mouth watering view of Kurt's backside, which fairly begged to be stared at.

Kurt turned, looking almost guilty at being caught unprepared. "Sorry. I suppose I'm still trying to find the right..." He gestured vaguely to the cds and offered Finn a crooked smile. "Want to help? It might be useful to know what you're open to. Pop? Showtunes? Disco?" He tapped a few cds with each word to highlight the divisions of the collection, which was organized first by genre and then by artist. "I have a little bit of everything. Well, everything but your usual, and that's the whole point."

Having a look through Kurt's CD collection provided a much needed distraction for Finn, and he settled down to go through the titles. "You know, I hope I'm not wasting your time with this," he said, feeling a little more at ease. "Today might've just been a fluke." It almost sounded as if Finn was trying to convince himself of that. He'd only stumbled across that particular song by accident when he'd tuned into the wrong radio station. He'd liked it and, more importantly, thought Kurt would enjoy him singing it. //There you go again! Why the hell am I trying to impress him?//

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're talented, Finn. Talent doesn't disappear because you change genres." Kurt took a chair nearby and crossed his legs, hands clasped on top of his knee. "What did you like about the song you sang today? It stood out to you for a reason. Maybe we can find something that speaks to the same interest." It was as good a starting point as any, and Kurt had trouble fathoming how the tune had jumped out at Finn - or even how he'd heard it to begin with. "Since Mr. Schuester said we'll be singing at prom, maybe we can even find you something to perform. If ever there was a time to go a little pop..."

"Okay, but I don't hold a candle to you and you know it." Finn felt another rush of warmth at Kurt's praise. He sank down on the floor and spread out two handfuls of CDs he'd selected before him. "I appreciate you taking the time to broaden my horizons," he murmured, picking up one title after the other. "It can't be as much fun as hanging out with Blaine..." Finn trailed off, not wanting to turn into a green-eyed monster all over again. "Hey, how about this one?"

He waved a Hits of the 80s CD in front of Kurt, smiling as he recognized one of the songs. "I heard this one the other day," he enthused, slipping the disc into the player. As soon as the music started, Finn started to sing along:

I don't want your money honey
I want your love
I don't want your car baby
I want your aahhh!
I don't need your friends
They don't need a mention
I just want your love
And all of your attention
I don't want your money, I want your love
I don't want your car, I want your aahhh!
I want your your love
I don't want your books on Marilyn or Bobby D
I don't want your records, your pictures
Or anything, I want your funky love
I don't want your money, I want your love
I don't want your stars, I want your aahhh!

Getting on his feet, Finn reached out and tugged Kurt out of the chair. The music demanded dance, and he couldn't help but want Kurt to dance along with him.

Though Kurt showed a moment of token reluctance, the truth was that he never really minded dancing. It wasn't lost on him that there had been a time when he would literally have killed to have Finn Hudson holding his hand in any context. Given that he'd always had a secret fantasy to be part of a John Hughes-style dance sequence, Kurt fell into the rhythm easily enough.

I want your love
I want your love
I want your love
I don't want money honey
I want your love
Well I love,love,love,love the way you move
And I love,love,love,love the way you groove
I love your motivation
And I love your desperation
I want your love
I want your love
I want your love
You know that I don't want your money honey
I want your love
I don't want your money honey
I want your love
I don't want your money honey
I want your love
I don't want your money honey
I want your love
I want your love, I want your love
I want your love, I want your love
I don't want your books on Marilyn or Bobby D
Your pictures, your records, your friends or anything
I want, oh I want, I wah wah wah ooh
I want your love, I want your love
I want your love, I want your love
I want your love, that's what I want
I want your love, that's what I want
I want your love, give it to me
I want your love, love, love, love, love
I want your love...right now!

When the song finished, Finn was slightly out of breath, although he wasn't sure if it was from his frenetic dancing or being close to Kurt. Either way, he panted out, "How was that?"

It wasn't until that moment that Kurt realized he was holding both Finn's hands and standing far, far too close. "Perfect." And it was. It was perfect in all the absolute wrong ways considering that Finn had a lovely girlfriend - again - and he had finally found a guy who actually liked him. Kurt took a step back and tried not to look as flustered as he felt. "Might be a bit on the punk side for prom, but it's... perfect." He turned away and made a show of thumbing through CDs for a moment. "I suppose Quinn already has your matching ensembles ready for the big day?"

"What?" //Quinn who? Big day?// Finn had been caught up in the moment, lost in the music and in dancing with Kurt. At the mention of anyone or anything else, his mind went blank. Finally he came crashing back down to the here and now, and Finn found the thought of going to the prom with Quinn more than a little sobering. "Sorry, yeah, she's making all the decisions, and I'm fine with her handling it." He glanced over at Kurt, who seemed to be mirroring his own flushed state. "What about you and Blaine?"

"Just me," Kurt corrected, his gaze still on the cds to avoid betraying more emotion than he wanted to. "When he first came out, Blaine went to a dance with a friend and... some guys jumped them. It was pretty bad. He just... wasn't comfortable." Kurt tried to shrug off the idea of going solo to what most students considered the biggest social event of their high school career. "It's fine. Mercedes was already going with Sam or I would've asked her instead. I may just volunteer for an extra shift or two onstage. The spotlight's as good as a hot date, right?" He flashed Finn a smile that looked a lot more glib than he really was about the whole thing.

Finn felt a pang of guilt over knowing that Kurt would be alone at the prom. Then there was all the shit he and Blaine had been through just because they were different. It wasn't fair and it wasn't right, and Finn told him so. "Hey, why don't we do something together? You know, the day after prom?" He realized he was probably only going to worsen the undeniable ache he felt for Kurt, but Finn couldn't help himself. "Anything you want, and we'll do it."

Kurt brightened visibly at the invitation. "I'd like that. Maybe a movie?" They didn't always see eye to eye on choices of films, but with a wave of superhero movies on the horizon, Finn could take in the explosions and he could enjoy the cut hotties onscreen and they'd both walk out happy. He'd seen the error of his ways in trying to force his own likes on Finn. It had been unfair before, and now that they were on so much better footing, Kurt didn't want to ruin it by being foolish or selfish.

Deciding they should get back to the task at hand, Kurt pointed to another track on the cd case. "What about a duet? You open, then I'll join in." He held the case up so that Finn could see the title, "Almost Paradise," as he skipped to the appropriate track.

"Yeah, that's a nice one," Finn decided as the song played. It had a beautiful melody, was hopelessly romantic, and he could definitely see how it would work singing along with Kurt. As he sat back down on the floor, Finn caught himself gazing at Kurt again. He was beautiful, there was no denying that. Talented and smart, Finn admired him more than he dared to admit. In fact, he would have flatly denied it if anyone had noticed how intently he was staring. "I don't know if I've ever mentioned it," he started softly, "but that Blaine's one hell of a lucky guy."

"I'm pretty sure I have mentioned it," Kurt echoed, "but Quinn's a lucky girl." The only thing that really bothered him was that he wasn't sure she knew it. Quinn had her moments. He had seen her be warm, kind, seen her reach out to people like Sam when they really needed it. He'd also seen a cutthroat passion in her that would put Rachel to shame. He suspected that Quinn dumping Sam for Finn had a lot more to do with who was quarterback than who she really wanted, and he hated that. Finn was obviously infatuated with her - and, beautiful as she was, even Kurt could see why - but he deserved more. "Don't let her get so caught up in votes that she forgets it."

"Kurt, I-" Finn faltered, feeling as if he'd just fumbled the football on the most important game of the year. What was he doing? If he kept going like this, then he didn't know where in the hell things would end up. //I'm straight, I have a girlfriend, but I'm attracted to you, Kurt. I want you so damn much I can taste it.// Finn sighed. //Shit.// It didn't make sense. Still, the more Finn tried to deny the magnetic pull Kurt had over him, the more he wanted to grab the other boy and kiss that luscious mouth until they were both completely out of breath.

"I think we'd better call it a night," he finally managed, even though the idea of going back to his room alone filled him with a terrible ache.

"True. If I'm going to be trying on proper prom attire tomorrow, the last thing I want is to look like a zombie. Fluorescent lighting is unflattering enough," Kurt observed with obvious distaste. He flashed Finn a smile and added, "Just don't think you're off the hook. At this rate, I'll have you singing ABBA inside a week."