Kurt took to the stage. He'd been exhausted coming in to work, but the thought that Blaine might be there again had set his heart racing, and soon Kurt was his usual chatty self backstage, critiquing outfits and assisting with zippers between readying himself. The new round of failed auditions was forgotten, and Kurt could think only of beautiful hazel eyes and the quiet promise that Blaine would be back again. //Please... please,// he thought, eyes shining at the thought alone. Satisfied that the image in the mirror could be no more perfect without the ability to wear clothing that wasn't made to come off easily, Kurt unfolded his long, lean body from the chair and made his way to the edge of the stage to await his turn.

How did Finn ever let Blaine talk him into this? He could hardly so no to his boss--especially when he resembled his lover so much--but still, he could have never pictured himself sitting in the audience of a strip club. What had surprised him the most was how enamored Blaine obviously was with one of the dancers. So much so that Blaine had practically begged him to go to the club and apologize for not making a promised date. And Finn had reluctantly agreed. He himself had hoped to spend another evening with Everett, now here he sat surrounded by a multitude of horny old men waiting for the show to finish. When the DJ announced from his brightly painted booth that Porcelain would be taking the stage next, Finn perked up a little. He had to admit he was a little curious to see who could have turned Blaine's head in such an extraordinary way...

For once Kurt had managed to talk the club manager into music that was neither pop, rap or heavy metal. The man had been sold on "Let Me Entertain You" after he explained studiously that the whole musical it was from was about stripping. Though the man had been disappointed at the report that there were neither tits nor ass in the production, he'd at least let Kurt bring in his own music. Blaine would be there, the music would be perfect, and Kurt felt his spirits lifting higher than they'd been in some time.

He burst out onto the stage wearing stockings with a bit of sparkle and garters hitched up to a pair of barely-there panties hidden only by a long white business shirt. At first Kurt forced himself to focus on the routine instead of looking around. He wanted it to be good. Excellent. He wanted to show off every inch of his skill even if the only time he got to do so was while popping open buttons and shaking his ass for strangers. Or, at least, it was usually strangers. Kurt hooked one leg around the pole, spinning and finally letting his gaze scan the crowd. He very nearly let go when he spotted a face that was disturbingly familiar seated not far from the stage.

He soothed himself momentarily that it was a hallucination. It had to be a hallucination. Because straight as an arrow Finn Hudson would not be sitting in the audience at a gay club. That would NOT happen. But when his routine brought him to that side of the stage, Kurt couldn't deny what his eyes told him any longer. Not only was Blaine nowhere to be seen in the crowd, his step brother was sitting amongst a sea of unfamiliar faces and watching him strip. //Oh, god...//

Finn's jaw dropped, and his heart stopped beating. Porcelain was Kurt, his stepbrother. Not Cameron, but Kurt. //Holy fuck!// He sat there in stunned silence, a million questions racing through his head. How? Why? Kurt was doing well working in retail, or at least that was the last Finn had heard. So what the hell was he doing here wrapping his legs around a pole, gyrating and wearing next to nothing? And Finn was most definitely not getting turned on, or at least he tried to convince himself of that as he warmed and felt his slacks beginning to tighten alarmingly.

All Kurt wanted to do was run from the stage and pretend that he had never seen Finn. Instead he stayed his ground and finished the routine, albeit with slightly less of his usual enthusiasm. At least Kurt was free, and he hurried backstage and leaned against a wall. His heart was pounding, and he felt his stomach lurch. He snatched the discarded dress shirt from the floor and hurriedly pulled it on. Oddly the slight covering made him feel a bit less exposed. Why was Finn there? Would he say something to his father? To Cameron? //Oh, god...// And even if he said nothing, Finn had seen, and that thought alone was enough to make Kurt want to run out of the club. He stayed put instead, too scared to leave lest Finn spot him or try to stop him on the way out. Instead he slunk back to his dressing room and stared into the mirror, trying to steel himself against thinking about the disaster that the evening had become.

Finn had to take several minutes to remember how to breathe again. The next act was already taking the stage, and the former jock galvanized himself into action when he started imagining Kurt escaping from the building before they had a chance to talk. He straightened and weaved his way through the tables and booths until he spotted an Employees Only sign. Finn dodged a bouncer and found himself in a narrow corridor with a row of doors emblazoned with the names of each stripper. Porcelain. //Jesus Christ, Kurt.// He rapped sharply on the door, and not waiting for a response, burst into the dressing room. "Kurt?" Finn took another step forward. "You want to tell me what the hell's going on?"

Kurt took another deep breath and met Finn's gaze in the mirror. He tried to ignore the urge to be sick all over the make-up table and instead answered primly, "I'm working, Finn. Obviously." Gaze returning to his own face in the mirror, Kurt began the process of meticulously removing his stage make-up: too-thick foundation, eyeliner, mascara. He also went back to trying valiantly to ignore Finn and all the fears and insecurities that came with the fact that he was standing in the doorway still glaring at him. Kurt couldn't quite quell a slight tremor in his hand, but otherwise he kept his mouth pressed in a firm line and went about his business.

Typical Kurt. "Retail, yeah," Finn protested, closing the door. He folded his arms across his chest and stood behind his stepbrother. "I thought that's what you were doing, working at Macy's and going on auditions." Unable to take it all in, the former jock blew out his breath in frustration. "Let me guess? Burt and Cameron, they don't know?" Of course they didn't. That was why all the blood had drained out of Kurt's face. "What happened, Kurt? How did you end up doing this?"

Kurt's steady gaze flickered down to the table, the icy facade faltering. "No one's interested. All the big city, bright lights, it... there are people who are better. People who can pass," he added with an edge of bitterness in his voice. The young man set down the sponge he'd been using and turned to face Finn instead. He couldn't just pretend that his stepbrother wasn't there, and Finn obviously wasn't going to leave anytime soon. Kurt's voice was gentler as he braced his hands on his stocking-covered knees. "I just needed money for rent, and the ad said 'dancer's wanted'. Honestly, I never thought it was someplace like this and... but it seemed..." He was finding it difficult to come anywhere close to explaining why it was better than nothing.

"I... I don't know," Finn faltered, uncertainty creasing his brow. How could he leave and pretend nothing had happened? Go on with his life and ignore the fact that Kurt had settled for stripping instead of pursuing his dream? Worse still Finn couldn't shake the image of his stepbrother on stage dancing, nor the potent effect Kurt had had on him. "Blaine asked me to come here tonight," he said in a quiet voice. He reached into his coat pocket and produced a business card, explaining, "You must have made a big impression him; he practically begged me to give you this and tell you he couldn't make it."

Kurt blinked, frowned, and reached for the card. //Blaine Anderson.// He hadn't known his last name at all until that moment. He bit his lip and stared at the words before finally shaking his head and laying the card down on his vanity. "You... work together?" he guessed, wondering how the universe could have been so cruel. It had given him a strange, wonderful night like the one he'd experienced 48 hours ago only to have it end with sitting awkwardly in his dressing room with one of the people he'd most wanted to see and most feared seeing. //Fuck.// Kurt swallowed hard. "I'm sorry that you... found out this way." The faintest trace of a smile curved his lips as Kurt added, "But I can't say I ever expected to run into you in a gay strip club."

"Oh, yeah... erm..." Finn had never been a master of words; Kurt had a wit and a charm about him that the former jock could never hope to match. "Kurt, I'm gay," he blurted out. Having never admitted it to anyone out loud before, it came as something of a refreshing shock to reveal the truth about himself to his stepbrother. "It's not something I discovered overnight; I only realized after high school. I kept fighting it, denying it..." He sighed, ashamed of himself as he said, "...Especially when you liked me." He remembered that painful night with startling clarity, how he'd lashed out angrily at Kurt when he wasn't ready to admit who he really was. "So, yeah... I'm into dudes." Finn shrugged, taking a seat in a battered armchair. "This's my first time in a strip club. Would've never been here if Blaine didn't beg me to come and tell you he couldn't make it."

Kurt nodded, understanding very little of what he'd just heard. It all sounded crazy. Finn was gay. FINN HUDSON was gay. Kurt sat silently, staring at Finn but not really seeing him, until he finally drew in a long, slow breath. "You're gay. And you work with Blaine." Both facts sounded equally unlikely. Both were apparently true. He searched Finn's face and swallowed again. "Right... Sorry. I'm sorry, it's just a lot..." Kurt let out a short, bitter laugh. "I suppose we're both in that boat tonight. I'm sorry." The young man's expression gentled as Kurt added sincerely, "I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when you came out."

"Well, that's just it..." Finn warmed, rubbing at the back of his neck which was damp with sweat. "Kurt, I sorta never... came out. You're the first person I've ever admitted it to." He knew that Kurt would probably disapprove of his 'being in the closet,' but his stepbrother had no room to judge when he'd kept his stripping a secret. "I'm seeing someone, and he's really cool. Gorgeous, too." He decided to omit the fact that Everett was Blaine's brother, at least for the moment. "Anyway, I'm sorry I treated you like the plague back then. You know, when you liked me?" Finn cringed at the painful memory, but managed a soft smile as he added, "Thing is, if I'd've been true to myself, I would've jumped your bones."

If Kurt had been drinking something, he would have choked on it. Instead his eyes went comically wide for a second before he broke into a smile. "Well, I suppose we both missed out, then. I hope that your boyfriend appreciates my sacrifice." He wondered if Finn would tell Blaine what he'd discovered. Would it matter if he did? The smile faded somewhat as Kurt thought about the real issue. Rising, Kurt crossed the room and knelt in front of the ratty chair Finn's lanky frame occupied. "Please, Finn... don't tell them. Cameron and dad, even Carol, they... they don't need to know this."

Finn shifted uncomfortably in his chair. With his overactive libido, his raging hard-on had stubbornly refused to die down since swelling during Kurt's routine. He tried to focus on something else--anything to distract him from the fact that his beautiful stepbrother was kneeling before him barely dressed and begging him to keep quiet. "Kurt, I don't know," he started, flushed and squirming even more. "This job... it's gotta be dangerous, man. All those dudes out there? They were about to jump out of their seats to get a piece of you."

Kurt's fingers twitched where they rested on his knees and his gaze dropped. He wished he'd taken a moment to find a pair of pants. "Maybe, but I don't... Please don't think that I make a habit of..." He blushed and wondered if it would have been any easier to explain if Finn hadn't come because of Blaine. "I don't usually do things like what happened the other night. Ever, actually." Alright, there had been a few instances where he'd offered blow jobs or hand jobs to bolster his finances, but Kurt didn't feel that complete disclosure was strictly necessary, and he couldn't bring himself to use either of those terms in front of Finn of all people. "The bouncers are pretty good about keeping away... unwanted advances."

Finn warmed, and he fiddled with his collar in an effort to loosen it. "Kurt, I... uh... I didn't think anything happened with you and Blaine. I just thought, you know, you two met and he liked you and..." He trailed off, feeling even more uncomfortable. Learning way too much about his stepbrother's personal life left Finn reeling, not to mention Kurt's skimpy outfit which he could not stop himself from noticing no matter how much he tried. "So you, erm, do do things with the guys here?" His eyes were wide, his jaw slack. Finally, he shook his head and murmured, "Kurt, I don't know how you expect me to walk out of here and act like nothing happened. I'll be worrying myself crazy about you!"

That was enough to bring back some of Kurt's usual spark, and he rose in one swift motion. "I am capable of taking care of myself, Finn Hudson! I've been doing it this long," he pointed out. Part of him had been hurt that his family hadn't really tried to find him, hadn't seemed to care about his absence. It was a strange thing, wanting them to stay away and being depressed over their absence at the same time. Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, unaware of the fact that it made the shirt that was his only decent article of clothing ride even higher on his legs, baring the garters that held up his stockings. "There's no sense in worrying now. And... and as for what I do or don't do... that's really my business."

Finn's mouth went dry as his eyes traveled downward, and he swallowed hard. //Kurt, for all that is good and holy, please put some clothes on!// "It might've been your business before tonight," he countered, "but now that I know, it's my business too!" Arguing helped him focus, gave him a purpose other than eying how sinfully gorgeous his stepbrother looked. //Damn...// Finn was so hard that he was about to burst through the jock strap concealed beneath his dress pants. "Your dad'll help, you've gotta know that, right? I'll him what happened and..." Unable to stand the pressure another minute, he reached for his bulging crotch and made a quick adjustment. That only made matters worse. Finn flushed brighter than a beacon in the night. "...and we'll work something out."

There was really no mistaking the gesture or the blushing unease that came with it. If Finn was willing to back him into a corner, why shouldn't he be willing to do the same? Kurt sighed, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt as though it was simply a nervous gesture. "I don't want them to worry. With dad's health, and Cam just starting out... it doesn't seem fair for them to have to be concerned about it." He took a step closer and met Finn's gaze evenly. "Are you sure we can't work something out? Just between the two of us?"

"Wait! What...?" Was Kurt offering him sex in exchange for his silence? Finn's eyes widened as he tried to let the idea sink in, as well as the shock that he was actually contemplating taking advantage of it. "Kurt," he started again, his voice coming out as an undignified little squeak. Finn cleared his throat, "We... can't. I mean, damn..." Desire overriding common sense, he was reaching for Kurt and drawing him into his lap before he even realized it was happening. Finn's mouth was on his stepbrother's in an instant, hot and urgent.

It wasn't as if Kurt had expected it to be horrible. He'd spent most of high school embarrassingly in love with his stepbrother only to be rejected time and again. And now, when he'd stopped pursuing, stopped wanting, now Finn wanted him. It was frustrating, but it could also save him. His father wouldn't have to know, Cam wouldn't have to know - because after this kiss alone, Finn would never say anything. He wasn't even out of the closet. He certainly wasn't going to admit to making out with his brother. And so despite feeling a sinking feeling of guilt when he considered the fact that he was supposed to spend the evening with Blaine, Kurt cupped Finn's face in his hands and kissed him for all he was worth.

Finn Hudson had lost his mind. There was simply no other explanation for his lunging after Kurt and kissing him like a rabid animal. Although he and Everett had never told each other they were exclusively dating, there had always been an understanding between them. Now Finn was burning up with desire for his stepbrother and any pangs of guilt had been incinerated in the heat. Kurt was kissing him back, and Finn groaned at the overwhelming sweetness of his stepbrother's luscious mouth. His large hands swooped around to cup Kurt's fantastic ass, fondling him through his sheer panties. What they were doing was beyond wrong, but Finn couldn't bring himself to stop... not now.

Kurt rocked forward and it dawned on him that he wasn't feeling exactly what he expected. "Are you-" He reached a hand down, sliding it between their bodies, and his mouth fell slightly open. "You are... oh, god." It shouldn't have been hot, but it was. The realization that Finn was wearing a jock strap instead of underwear fed rather neatly into a good dozen of the fantasies he'd had back when they were in high school, and Kurt found himself quickly forgetting the situation as he gave in to how good it felt instead. Using every bit of nerve that he possessed, Kurt licked the shell of Finn's ear and breathed, "If you had me like this back then... before you were willing to admit what you wanted... what would you have done with me?"

//I've got to get control,// Finn thought. //This has gone way overboard...// But, he couldn't stop. One look at Kurt in his stripper gear and he was helpless, his cock gushing with warm precum. His heart pumped wildly. "God, Kurt... I would've fucked you," he replied, almost breathlessly. "I would've fucked you so hard..." Finn burned with forbidden lust. Kurt right now was more desirable than he had ever been. Finn kissed him passionately, unbuttoning the rest of his stepbrother's shirt. He pulled it down Kurt's arms as their mouths came apart again, and gazed at him with murky eyes. "Can I fuck you, Kurt?"

Half-tangled in his shirt and dazed from how strange it was to be doing something he had dreamed about so often in high school, Kurt just nodded, dazed. It had been so good with Blaine, so close to perfect. Kurt realized that he wanted to know whether it was the man or the act that had been so overwhelmingly wonderful. "Yes," he breathed, shrugging out of the shirt at last and bending to kiss Finn again. "Yes." Kurt shifted and slid off of Finn's lap and half onto the arm of the chair so that he could hurriedly unbutton Finn's shirt as well. Leaving it hanging open, his fingers moved at once to Finn's fly, graceful even in the moment of eager anticipation as he drew down the zip.

Finn salivated at the tempting view of Kurt's bare chest. Flushed beautifully with arousal, it was a playground just waiting to be explored. He groaned and shifted as Kurt tugged at his zipper, his delicate fingers brushing his aching bulge and almost setting the former jock football player like a rocket. "Kurt," came his undignified whimper, "be careful... We don't want this ending too soon, do we?" Finn smiled almost bashfully at his stepbrother, which was totally at odds with the glimmer of sheer lust in his eyes. His pants fell open, revealing his straining jock. He groaned with relief, only to feeling himself warming that much more as the old insecurities about his gifted endowment resurfaced. Would he intimidate Kurt too much? Or would he relish the challenge like Everett?

Kurt arched an eyebrow and then shifted the scant fabric to the side. "Wow." It was perhaps not the most dignified of reviews, but it was honest. At the risk of breaking the mood, Kurt met his stepbrother's gaze as his hand reached for the base of the man's cock. "And Quinn wouldn't put out? Seriously?" He had always doubted whether the girl had any taste, but now he knew she was crazy. Finn was hung like a porn star. "Hmm... does this count as careful?" he inquired with mock innocence, fingers trailing over the heated length.

"Uh-huh..." Finn swallowed and nodded, watching with smoky eyes as Kurt's fingers danced over his aching erection. To his relief and excitement, his stepbrother was as overcome with lust for his girth as Everett had been. "Erm, Quinn... she... well, all the girls... were kinda scared I'd hurt 'em." He was blushing more than ever as he explained his dilemma, but any nervousness he might have felt evaporated when Kurt's teasing caress wrenched a groan from deep in his chest. "Do you... really like it? I won't hurt you, Kurt--I promise. I just... Can I have this one night with you? It's crazy, I know. But, I promise not to tell anyone about you... or this place."

Kurt nodded, grateful for the promise. He didn't want anyone to know. He didn't want Finn to know, but this was a start. A compromise. He let out a slow breath and actually smiled as he suggested, "Maybe the couch instead?" The small love seat in his dressing room wasn't as comfortable as the full couch in the client rooms, but it would do a bit more comfortably than the cramped arm chair. Kurt slid away and held a hand out to his stepbrother. For a moment he looked hesitant, unsure, as if he was half-convinced that given a moment to think Finn would take it all back. And, really, that was just it. It was all a little too surreal, and Kurt's mind had barely begun to process the fact that he was naked and alone and about to sleep with Finn Hudson.

Finn eagerly accepted Kurt's hand and followed him into another room. His heart was pounding so hard with excitement that his chest ached. Was this really happening, or was it all some highly charged dream? Either way Finn was determined to indulge himself, damn the consequences. His eyes raked over Kurt's body, marveling at his stepbrother's mouthwatering ass which fairly begged for attention. As soon as the door closed firmly behind them, Finn was drawing Kurt back into his arms and kissing him hungrily. His footballer's hands were filling themselves with that gorgeous bottom, mauling and caressing, pulling Kurt in even closer until Finn gasped with the intense pleasure of their stiff arousals crashing together. "Kurt, fuck..." he rasped against his mouth, "...you feel so good..."

Kurt shivered and pressed himself in closer. "Never thought you'd... that you'd want this," he whispered, surprising himself with the sweet confession that was utterly strange given the situation. Rather than wait to see if Finn answered, Kurt swallowed any potential replies with another kiss and pulled Finn back against the couch. He half-fell and half-sat on the cushions before his lips parted beneath Finn's once more. It was, he decided, definitely less comfortable than the client couches, but this way no one would see them. If they were spotted, the manager would be interested in what his cut of the action was, and there was no way in hell Kurt was asking Finn for money to cover that.

"I want you now," Finn panted, his warm breath gusting over Kurt's mouth. "That's all that matters..." He tugged at his clothes, desperate to be free and unrestricted to feel Kurt's beautiful body pressed flush beneath him. After a heated struggle, he was blissfully naked and draped himself fully on top of his stepbrother. Finn moaned, blown away by the incredible skin-on-skin contact. It was so wrong and yet so rightall at the same time. He reached between them and his hand disappeared inside those sheer panties, boldly taking Kurt in hand. Long and thick, Kurt felt impressive and oh-so-wonderfully hot against his palm. He felt another shudder course through his stepbrother, and Finn nipped at his bottom lip. "Is this what you wanted back then? Me, touching you?" he asked seductively.

"Yes," Kurt whispered. He rocked into Finn's touch insistently and dropped his forehead to the other man's shoulder. "I thought about... what your hands would feel like... what you'd taste like... what it... oh, Finn..." He let out a whine as Finn's thumb flicked over the head of his cock. Once upon a time he'd imagined Finn being his first. He'd imagined how sweet and romantic it would be, the music that would play. Now he just wanted to know what it could feel like. Had it been the sex that got him so worked up two days before, or had Blaine been part of what made it so perfect despite the imperfection of the situation?

Finn thrilled hearing how much Kurt had wanted him. A massive surge of lust coursed through his veins, rushing down and pooling in his overheated groin. The idea of Kurt touching himself, lusting after him in lurid teenage fantasies nearly sent Finn over the edge. "I was so stupid back then," he panted out. "Didn't know who the hell I was or what I really wanted." Another teasing stroke over Kurt's rigid length, and Finn smiled, "We've gotta lot of wasted opportunities to make for, don't we?" As much as he hated the fact that his stepbrother was having to strip to earn a living, the former jock suddenly found himself grateful for the chance encounter.

"We do," Kurt agreed, hips jerking with the light touch. He let out a soft whine at the teasing, at the fact that Finn was touching just enough to not be satisfying, and he damn well knew it. Wanting to push Finn, to urge him forward, Kurt leaned in and whispered against the other man's ear again. "I used to think about you all the time. It was so hard to keep quiet with Cam just across the room... touching myself and wishing I could just slip into your bed... have you touch me instead... have you jerk me off until I came and then suck you..."

"Fuck, Kurt," Finn gasped, shivering all over from his stepbrother's heated words. "If I'd've been in my right mind back then, I would've let you..." A whole world of uncharted possibilities opened itself up to Finn as his mind overflowed with the filthiest thoughts about Kurt and what they missed out on. His finger slide over that hot, twitching length and traveled beneath Kurt's churning balls, teasing at his quivering opening. His own cock ached with a need the likes of which Finn Hudson had never known before. "God, I was a fucking idiot," he declared, the heated lust threatening to smother him completely.

Kurt couldn't really disagree with that. The feeling of being touched by Finn was different in some indefinable way from being touched by Blaine, but it was no less amazing for that difference. He pushed back against Finn's questing finger with an incoherent sound of need. He was fairly certain that he sounded and looked ridiculous, and it really didn't matter as long as Finn took it as a sign not to stop. He would go absolutely and utterly mad if Finn were to stop. "Condoms under the-the couch," he finally managed breathlessly, "and lube."

Finn smothered Kurt's mouth with his own, pushing his tongue past those sinfully sweet lips and licking his way deep inside. He groaned at the heat of his stepbrother's opening twitching insistently against his teasing finger. His cock throbbed, growing increasingly desperate to sample the forbidden delights of Kurt's beautiful body. "No condoms," he gasped, staring meaningfully into Kurt's murky eyes. "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it raw." Ignoring the selection of lubricants for the moment, Finn took a moment to lavishly wet his finger with his tongue and then slowly, ingeniously, pressed it against Kurt's entrance. He eased his way passed the tight ring of muscle and marveled at the grasping slickness that greeted him.

Kurt let out an incoherent sound of pleasure as Finn's fingers found their way inside his body. The very idea that Finn somehow trusted him enough not to insist on any barriers was exciting. He also felt a flicker of shame as he wondered whether it was smart to be so trusting in return. //He's an idiot sometimes, but he wouldn't hurt me.// Kurt shifted, getting used to the feeling of being opened up a bit more easily this time. "How do you want me?"

"I want you to ride me," Finn breathed, sinking his fingers deeper inside of Kurt's welcoming passage. It would probably be easier for his stepbrother to be in control, to ease down and take as much of his mammoth arousal as he could. "I want you to put your arms around me, and look at me," he continued to pant out. "I want you to know it's me fucking you. "Pretend we're in high school again..." Finn's digits probed, twisted and curled over the swollen nut of Kurt's prostate. "...And you finally have what you always wanted to happen..."

The thought alone drew another soft moan from Kurt. He jerked in Finn's grip as the other man's finger pressed down against his prostate. It was unfortunately neither the time nor place to draw things out. Wide blue eyes stared down at Finn's flushed face, and Kurt wondered for a moment whether he was just having some sort of dream. If it was - and even if it wasn't - he was going to have as much fun as humanly possible. "I need you. I need you inside me right now..."

Although he didn't think Kurt was stretched nearly enough to take him, Finn wasn't about to argue when his stepbrother clearly wanted him so much. He reached for a bottle of lube from the selection Kurt had revealed earlier, and shivered with anticipation as he thoroughly coated his overheated length. Then, he was urging Kurt to straddle his lap, and taking himself in hand, Finn pressed himself against that perfect little opening. "Take your time," he whispered against Kurt's throat. "There's no rush... I'm not going anywhere..."

Kurt began lowering himself at once and found that it was only about half as awkward as he'd expected. Unfortunately it also hurt a bit more. He paused to take a shaky breath, his forehead resting on Finn's shoulder. Slowly the pain ebbed only to wake anew as Kurt pushed himself down further. Beyond the burn, though, there was a hint of something that kept him from simply stopping. Kurt knew that if he could just breathe through the pain, it would start being wonderful instead.

Finn gripped Kurt's ass, spreading him wide apart as his stepbrother sank down onto his aching length. He moaned, half out of his mind with lust, as his bloated cock soaked in the heat of those impossibly tight walls of muscle. "Fuck, yes!" Finn hissed, unable to fully comprehend the intense pleasure. "You feel amazing, Kurt... Oh God..." His mind whirled, and somehow the former jock managed to enliven the fantasy that he and Kurt were teenagers again. "We're all alone... no one's home to hear us..." He was kissing Kurt's throat again, his warm breath gusting over his neck. "Fuck, I want you... I want you, Kurt..."

"Tell me how you pictured it," Kurt demanded breathlessly. The words were already making him feel more relaxed, which had allowed him to slide down his stepbrother's massive cock that much more. He felt the burning stretch increase and instead of backing off pressed down more firmly and felt another inch, two prying his ass open. "Tell me how you wanted to fuck me, Finn."

Finn was so overcome by the heat and the pleasure that he could barely form words let alone any coherent thoughts. He swallowed hard, his fingers digging into the firm mounds of Kurt's mouthwatering ass. "Right after football practice," he managed, his breath coming thick and fast. "When I'm hot... and sweaty... and horny..." Another deep groan as Kurt's body clenched around him.

Kurt mumbled something incoherent and his fingers flexed against Finn's muscular shoulders. The image was too perfect, too much in line with his own fantasies. "Help me take it, Finn." He reached down, his hands closing over Finn's. "I want you to help me take every inch." His mind was swimming with all the dreams that had been his favorites when he was in school. The words were spilling from Kurt's lips before he could think of biting them back, "I used to think about... used to... to imagine what might happen if Cameron came home... walked in on us..." It was the first time he'd ever spoken any of his fantasies about Cameron aloud.

Now Finn had not been expecting that. Instead of being repulsed by the idea, he heard himself groan with another hot rush of desire. Kurt and Cam? //Fuck!// The idea of Kurt lusting after both him and his brother was so hot that Finn nearly came on the spot. "Yeah? Well, there's no reason... he should be left out... right?" he panted, regaining a little self control. He shuddered as he helped Kurt sink down further. "Would you want me... to fuck him, Kurt? Or maybe..." Finn nipped at his stepbrother's throat, gasping, "...you'd like to suck him while I fuck you?" It was dirty and filthy and wrong, but Finn couldn't bring himself to care when the fantasy was so scorching.

"Yes!" Kurt gasped, dazed at how easily Finn had accepted the words, at how he had fed into it instead of withdrawing. When he'd made the slip and spoken the words aloud, Kurt had honestly expected his stepbrother to be disgusted. Kurt had always assumed that anyone who found out, if they weren't repulsed by his attraction to his own brother, they'd think he was an egomaniac - but he didn't want Cameron because they were alike. He'd always wanted Cameron because his twin was different, because his twin had a sensual strength that he'd always thought was missing in himself. "Would you like to watch that, Finn?" he murmured against the other man's ear. "Would you like to see me sucking him off while you were buried inside me just like this?" Kurt sank down further to drive the point home and succeeded in drawing a gasp from himself.

"Fuck yes!" Kurt's action had left him fully sheathed within, and Finn shuddered all over as his toes curled with ecstasy. "Kurt, God..." His fingers dug into the firm mounds of Kurt's ass, holding on almost desperately as the sensation of being buried inside of his stepbrother threatened to completely overwhelm Finn. "...You and Cam together... Fuck! That would be... hot," he panted out. "You're both... so beautiful..." He closed his eyes visualizing the pair making out while heatedly writhing together. It was nearly the end of Finn Hudson. His cock throbbed painfully and surged inside of Kurt. He tipped his chin up and sought out Kurt's mouth, kissing him with enough passion to leave Finn rocking back into the cushions.

Apparently the fantasy worked for Finn ad well as it always had for him, and Kurt groaned as Funk's tongue traced over his lips and his stepbrother's cock pulsed inside his body. Kurt moved, desperate for a little something more, for whatever it would take to make them both explode.

Pleasure sang through Finn's body, gripping his senses and making his blood boil. Kurt felt absolutely incredible; warm and tight, the tender walls of that magnificent passage caressed every inch of his aching length. "Kurt," he gasped his stepbrother's name against his mouth. Finn jackhammered up inside of him, writhing and churning his hips in a furious outburst of fucking. "Tell me... you want me... Please? Let me... hear it..." One hand curled around Kurt's dripping arousal, while the other kept a firm hold on his ass. Finn stroked him in time with his thrusts, and groaned as he found Kurt stiff enough to break apart in his heated caress.

That certainly wasn't a problem. Kurt was lost in the moment, in the fantasy, in the idea that he was being more honest with Finn than he'd been with anyone since he left home - and Finn wasn't pulling away. "I want you. I've wanted you... Finn..." Kurt let out a choked sound of pleasure as Finn's cock slammed up into his body and struck precisely the perfect spot. He was desperate, hard, aching to let go. "So good. You're so good... this..." He knew that he was only barely making sense, but it didn't matter. Kurt worked himself down and wriggled almost desperately against the other man. The moment of climax came too soon and so suddenly he didn't even have a chance to warn Finn. Instead Kurt simply threw his head back, stifling a scream by biting his lower lip as his cock pulsed, pouring out over Finn's chest and stomach.

Finn didn't think it was possible for anyone to come as hard as Kurt did at that moment. Hot jets of white erupted, splattering all over him and coating his pumping fist. Kurt's body, beautifully flushed and gleaming with sweat, arched and twisted as wrenching shudders of pleasure visibly coursed through him. Finn watched him, his eyes murky and wide with awe. How he managed to stave off his own climax was nothing short of a miracle. Finn's aching length swelled in the tight folds of Kurt's flaring passage, and with an almighty roar he finally came. He spasmed and nearly launched himself and Kurt in the air as ferocious waves of ecstasy crashed into him.

The sensation of Funk's cum coating his ass was enough to leave Kurt breathless, and he found himself briefly wishing that he'd been able to feel it with Blaine. The thought brought with it a rush of guilt and Kurt forced it away. Instead he stared down at Finn with open appreciation. "That... that was..." He shook his head, unable to find any words that could explain it.

Finn struggled to catch his breath, all coherent thought seemingly incinerated in the flash of heat generated by his and Kurt's combined orgasm. "I know," he managed, grinning like a drunken fool. "Fuck, Kurt... I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life..." With a last surge of strength Finn bodily lifted his stepbrother and deposited him on the sofa. He swooped in a moment later, lapping up the evidence of Kurt's release like a starving man. Everett had pretty much turned him into a cum junkie, there was simply no other way to describe his addiction. And Finn didn't let a single drop of Kurt's delicious essence go to waste.

"Oh, god, Finn!" he gasped desperately, fingers clutching at Finn's shoulders and clamping on like the man was a life preserver. "Your... tongue... is... oh..." He bit his lip and shuddered, finally holding up a hand. "Stop, Christ, I can't even breathe..." Kurt needed to catch his breath in more ways than one. He felt as if he was slowly surfacing from a dream, and the impact of everything that had happened was little by little making its way into his conscious mind. The things they'd done, the things he'd said, the fact that Finn was there at all made Kurt feel giddy and almost drunk. "Your boyfriend is a ridiculously lucky man."

Finn smiled, and then licked his lips as if he were a satisfied tabby enjoying a warm bowl of milk. "Yeah, I think so too." Kurt's mouth was gorgeously swollen from the punishing kisses they had shared, and Finn could not help nipping at it. "You're so fucking hot, Kurt..." His large hands roamed feverishly over his stepbrother's body. "...I still can't believe what just happened." He stared into Kurt's eyes, which were whirling and dazed. "Thanks... for letting me make things up to you. I meant what I said; I won't tell anyone about you being here. Just promise me something?" Finn paused, brushing protective fingers through Kurt's hair. "Be careful? Or, if things ever get too much, call me?"

"As if I have your number," Kurt answered with a light laugh. He sobered somewhat almost at once and nodded. "I will. I... it's not so bad. Things aren't." That was only partly a lie. His apartment was revolting, his job was worlds away from what he really wanted, and he was separated from everyone he loved. The thought proved enough to bring tears to Kurt's eyes, and he tried to fight them back. "It's just taking longer to get on my feet than I thought, that's all. It's... it will get better..." He sighed and hesitated before whispering, "Tell Blaine who I am if you want. I... should have. But don't... don't tell him about this?"

"It's not my place to tell Blaine anything," Finn replied softly. He fished through the puddle of clothes on the floor and pressed his business card into Kurt's hand. "My number, email, everything. Now you don't have any excuse." His grin faded into something more serious as Finn added, "Kurt, listen... I'm serious about you ever needing me. And not just for sex. But, hey, I won't say no to that if you ever want to try another round." His goofy smile returned. "You're fucking beautiful. But, you already know that, right?" Finn's hands returned to caressing his stepbrother's arms and legs. "Hey, would you really like to do all those things with Cam? Because, yeah... Damn, Kurt... You should make that happen."

Kurt blushed furiously at the words and ducked his head. "I never... god, I've tried not to even think that around another human being." He'd always been certain that if anyone found out the sort of fantasies he harbored about his twin, they'd have him locked up at best. Beneath that... Kurt looked down, blinking back tears again as he confessed, "I haven't even talked to him since graduation. Not really. A quick call at Christmas, it just..." It had been like he'd had a limb cut off, honestly. It was like trying to function with only half his faculties - if that. Kurt looked up at Finn through his lashes. "Have you? Is he... I've seen some things online... Is he doing as well as it sounds like?"

"He's doing great, Kurt," Finn replied, reaching out to comfort his stepbrother. "He emails me and calls from time to time, when he has a chance." He sighed, pulling Kurt toward his chest and urging him to pillow his head on it. Finn hated seeing Kurt cry. "I'm sure he'd be stoked to hear from you." Finn started ticking things over in his head. If he could find someway for Kurt and Cam to be on friendly terms again than maybe Kurt could get the hell out of this place. His intentions were less than pure as he wondered if Cam might be willing to indulge Kurt's heated fantasy... //I'd love a front row seat for that...//

Kurt bit his lip and nodded against Finn's chest. It was nice just letting himself be taken care of for once. "I know. I just... I haven't wanted to... I didn't want any of you to worry or to..." He swallowed hard but it didn't do much to calm his frayed nerves. "I didn't want you to think I failed. To know that I have," Kurt added more softly. Sometimes he could convince himself that he still had a chance, but more and more, he felt as if the best he could hope for was a decently long career on this particular stage until he was too old or ugly to be worth even that.

"I don't think you've failed," Finn replied at once. "You're doing the best you can. I mean, don't get me wrong bro; I wish it weren't in a place like this..." He pressed a soft kiss to the top of Kurt's head. "...Hey, why don't you come back to my place tonight? You can call Blaine cause I know he's dying to hear from you. Dude, I've never seen him so excited about anything. You really made an impression on him." Finn stroked his fingers up and down the length of Kurt's spine. "Can't fucking blame him. Ev and me we're good together, but if things were different I'd be wanting to make you and me more permanent."

Kurt considered that, enjoying the closeness no matter how wrong it was to be cuddled up with someone else's boyfriend in so seedy a location. "I... are you sure? About tonight, I mean? I don't want to cause any trouble with Ev." Finn was in a relationship, and the last thing Kurt wanted was to ruin it even if he'd hardly done it a service by sleeping with his stepbrother. But, then, he would like to call Blaine. Blushing, he confessed, "He made an impression on me too. Like I said, this isn't something I... I mean, I don't... anyway, I'd like to talk to him." He wasn't going to confess to Finn that he'd given his virginity to a near stranger in the back room of a strip club. That was a little too much information.

"That's settled, then." Finn was reaching for his clothes, tugging them on and passing Kurt his own meager costume. "You're spending the night, mister." He tucked himself into his pants with a groan, then cast his eyes over his stepbrother's delectable bottom. "It's really a shame you have to cover all that up," he lamented, feeling a pang of guilt over having been so rough with Kurt. "If you're sore, I can always kiss it and make it better." Finn was only half-teasing. Truthfully, he would have been more than happy to devour him all over again. Just because he and Kurt had other interests, he really didn't see why the two of them couldn't have a little fun now and again.

Kurt arched an eyebrow. "You are incorrigible." On the other hand, he didn't say no. He couldn't bring himself to. Instead he pulled his shirt on, leaving the panties out of the equation and fishing his jeans out of a duffel bag instead. Kurt shouldered the bag and led the way down the hallway to the back. A security guard arched an eyebrow at the pair. "It's fine. He's with me, Dave."

The man looked Finn over uncertainly. "Looks shifty."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. He's actually a terrorist. Also, he's my brother."

"Oh. Right." The brunette still fixed Finn with an uncertain stare. "Just call if you change your mind."

Kurt didn't even bother responding as he brushed past the guard and out into the chilly night air. "Honestly, he's not so bad," he explained to Finn, "but he's a little... overprotective sometimes."

"That's cool," Finn stated, flashing Kurt a grin. "It makes me feel better knowing someone's got your back here." Actually he had already started making plans in his mind to spend his free time making sure his stepbrother was safe. Even if that meant hanging out at a strip club at all hours. He opened the passenger door for Kurt once they reached his car, and he slid into the drover's seat. Before he pulled out of the parking lot, there was still something Finn had to get off his chest. "Kurt, I think you oughta know something," he started, both hands gripping the wheel. "Everett, he's Blaine's brother." There it was, all out in the open. "Blaine doesn't know about me and Ev, at least I don't think so."

"I won't say anything," Kurt assured quietly. "It's up to you... to the three of you how you handle that." He looked at Finn's profile, seeing the tension there and wanting to ease it. He reached out and smoothed his hand over the other man's arm from shoulder to elbow. "Does Blaine know that you're gay?" That certainly wasn't necessarily something you'd want to discuss with your boss, and if Blaine and Ev weren't close, it would explain the tension and worry to some degree. Maybe Finn wasn't out of the closet at all apart from his boyfriend.

"I think he probably has some idea," Finn conceded. "After all, he didn't blink when he asked me to go to your club." He appreciated Kurt's touch, the gentle comfort in his sweet voice. But, Kurt's caresses were having a very potent effect on Finn. "Are... you sure you're okay, bro?" he started, flustered and warming all over. "Ev can't walk without limping after one of our nights together." Still self-conscious about his large size, Finn couldn't help but feel concerned, especially since Kurt was the only other guy beside Everett he'd ever been with.

Kurt's cheeks flushed, and he confessed, "I'm a bit sore, but... it isn't... it's not bad." He felt strange discussing the whole thing with Finn even though Finn was the one who had put him in the state to begin with. "It's, um, not something I do very often." //Or at all before a couple days ago.// "I'll be fine, though. Honestly. It was... perfect. Please don't worry, Finn. Promise?"

"It's hard to break a habit of a lifetime," Finn pointed out. He'd always been a little overprotective of Kurt, especially during those awful high school days when his stepbrother was relentlessly bullied. Somehow Cam had managed to get by a lot easier, but Kurt had been more vulnerable and needed looking after. "Damn, I've really missed you, Kurt." Finn's condo was clear across town, but the drive gave him an opportunity to catch up with his stepbrother. "Now, the invitation to spend the night goes beyond today. Anytime you wanna crash with me, my place is yours."

"Thank you. I... I don't really want to impose, though. You have a life of your own, a boyfriend. Something tells me Ev would be less than thrilled to have you shacking up with a stripper even if he... he just thinks of me as your brother." Kurt gave a slight shake of his head. "But a night away is a lovely idea. Not to mention the fact that it will be a bit easier calling Blaine from a real phone instead of the pay phone at the back of the club." The thing only worked about half the time, but Kurt had far more necessary items to spend his limited cash on than a cell phone or even a land line. "And... I like the idea of a little more time with you. It's been hard being away from everyone."

"Well, you've got an open invitation, bro. Just keep that in mind, okay?" Finn flashed Kurt a warm smile. "Ev and me, I don't know. He drives me crazy," he confided, his gaze ticking between the road and his stepbrother seated beside him. "We've never really told each other how we feel. We haven't even said, 'hey, I want to see you and only you'." Finn didn't want Kurt to feel guilty over their heated tryst. "He and Blaine look so much alike it really throws me for a loop sometimes."

Kurt's scrutiny intensified for a moment. "Really? Do they look that much alike?" He chuckled softly and shook his head. "Strange that we'd end up having similar taste in men. It's a good sign. Your taste in women was always aesthetically understandable but awful in every other respect," Kurt observed without any trace of sarcasm. Finn had picked some real doozies, and he was glad to hear that his stepbrother was a bit less challenged when it came to finding a good man. "I hope he treats you well. You deserve it. And if you really like him that much, maybe the two of you should talk? I've honestly never been able to understand anyone not being crazy about you, so I'm sure he is."

"Thanks, man," Finn replied, flushing hotly. "I could say the same thing about you. Blaine really got to you, didn't he?" Every time Kurt mentioned his name he fairly lit up, and Finn struggled to remember when anyone had had such an effect on his stepbrother. "All I can say is he'd better treat you right."

"We'll see," Kurt allowed. "I... he did. Make an impression." The man whose full name he hadn't even known until tonight had been his first, and however awful the circumstances had been, the act itself and the beautiful man he'd shared it with had been perfect. Utterly perfect. "I'd like to get a chance to find out if he will."

Now it was his turn to reach over and caress Kurt. "Boss or not, I'll have to steal you away if he doesn't make you happy." He flashed Kurt a smile, adding, "I never asked Ev if he's into threesomes, but I don't think he'd mind if he took one look at you."

"Hmmm... you may have to show me a picture of this boyfriend of yours," Kurt answered, unable to keep the smile from his lips despite a million warning sirens in his head pointing out that it would be incredibly stupid if anything he'd said before were true. If he wanted Blaine, then he needed to try and make that work. Which would not involve threesomes with his brother or Blaine's. Unless Blaine was into that, of course, and Kurt immediately tried to shut his mind off. //First things first. I need to talk to him.//

"I'm thinking about talking Ev into making a video," Finn said breezily, without a hint of shame. "If he gives me the okay, then you're welcome to watch us together anytime." The idea of Kurt getting off watching him and Ev fucking each others brains out was a major turn on, and it was all the former jock could do not to grab the back of Kurt's head and plant his face in his crotch. "Blaine'd have to be out of his mind not to get serious about you." It was an effort, but Finn managed to change the subject. "Tell you what, I'll drop you off at my place, you call him and I'll pick us up something to eat?"

"That sounds perfect," Kurt agreed, feeling himself relax a bit. He wanted a little privacy. It would be the first time he'd spoken to Blaine outside of a rather lurid context, and he had no idea what to say or how to impress upon the man that he wanted something more than sex. "God, it's crazy... is it crazy? Is it... I should call him, right? I..." He laughed nervously and twisted his hands on his lap. "Drive faster. I don't want a chance to talk myself out of this."

"Hey, I won't let you," Finn promised with a chuckle. "I think the last time I saw you this excited was that Christmas when Cam got you that autographed poster of Lady Gaga." He pulled off onto the road leading to his condo, smiling as he added, "Although Blaine's probably the better gift." //Especially if he's an insatiable as his brother.// Finn found his place in the underground parking garage, stepping out of his car and opening the door for Kurt. They took the elevator up to the fifth floor, where the former jock escorted his stepbrother into his modest one-bedroom apartment. He switched on a light, illuminating the living room. "How do you like it?"

"Perfect," Kurt assured at once. The place looked like Finn. A slightly grown up version of him, but Finn just the same. It felt comfortable. Unlike his own place, this felt like a real home. Kurt curled up on one corner of the couch and favored Finn with a smile. "So about that phone?"

"Here you go," Finn replied, tossing him the portable phone before disappearing into the bedroom. He returned a short while later with his hands filled with a pair of sweat pants, socks and a T-shirt. "They might be a little big, but they'll do for the night." Flushing warmly, he added, "Sorry there's no underwear. I've kinda gotten into the habit of only wearing a cup."

"I approve... on both counts," Kurt answered smoothly. He couldn't help flirting when Finn looked so adorable. "I'll shower after I call Blaine," he decided, knowing that putting the moment off would help nothing at all. Instead Kurt pulled out Blaine's card and dialed the cell number written on the back in sharp, careful print. The writing itself suited Blaine so perfectly that Kurt felt his heart lurch as the phone rang.

Finn mouthed a silent "Good luck" to his stepbrother before leaving him alone to make his call. On the other end of the line, Blaine fairly jumped in his office as Finn's number lit up on the caller ID. His heart sank; had something gone wrong? He'd been fairly certain Porcelain would be the one calling him this late, not Finn. Perhaps the dancer was hurt and angry that he couldn't keep his promise? Almost tentatively Blaine reached out and answered the phone. "Finn," he sighed without waiting to hear the caller's voice, "Don't tell me you didn't get to see him..."

//And then some.// Kurt blushed but answered instead, "I hope you aren't too disappointed, but... it's not Finn." The sound of Blaine's voice reminded him firmly that he'd made the right decision. Of course he should call. Of course they should talk. He thought of that soft voice in his ear and smiled. "I... he gave me the card, but I don't have a phone. Didn't want to talk on the payphone at the club..."

Blaine thrilled on the other end of the phone. Hearing Porcelain's sweet voice again set his pulse racing. "That's fine!" he exclaimed, perhaps a little too excitedly. "I... I'm glad you called." Warming all over, Blaine managed to get a hold of himself and calmed before speaking again. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to keep my promise. You have no idea how badly I wanted to see you tonight." He sighed, adding, "It's my father's company, and he's rather insistent about me working late hours."

"It's alright. It... actually worked out well." Maybe a little too well, he was willing to allow, but there was no need for Blaine to know that. "It's a bit... bit crazy, actually." Kurt had debated how honest he should be and finally decided it was stupid to hold back when things would come out naturally if he really wanted to try and see Blaine outside of work. Hearing the man's voice reminded him how badly he really did want just that. "Do you think... Finn's getting something to eat at the moment, but maybe we could... meet for breakfast or... or just coffee? I'd like the chance to talk to you in person."

"Yes," Blaine jumped at the chance. "That sounds wonderful." He sat back in his desk chair, loosening his tie and collar. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," he confessed, feeling the heat rise from his chest and fill his face. "I even dreamed about you last night." He was beginning to sound like an obsessed fan, fawning over a dancer who had stolen his heart away. "If I sound crazy," Blaine started, not wanting to scare Porcelain off, "I can assure you I'm really a nice guy."

Kurt breathed out a sigh of relief, glad that Blaine was okay with it and that he didn't have to try to explain over the phone why exactly he was having dinner with Finn. "You don't sound crazy... not at all. I've been thinking about you... missing you." He swallowed hard and lay his head down on the arm of the couch. It was nice being in a place that was safe and clean and comfortable. "That's... it's why I'd like to see you somewhere... normal. Not at work."

"We can most definitely do that," Blaine readily accepted. "I happen to know a quaint little coffee shop on the corner of Main. How about we meet around 8? My treat?" His pulse hammered, excitement thrumming through his veins over seeing Porcelain again. He had been seriously worried that breaking his promise would have ruined his chances. He hadn't just been dreaming; what they'd shared that night had been something special.

"I'll be there," Kurt agreed, letting out a sigh of relief and relaxing. He hadn't realized just how tense he was until Blaine agreed to the plan. Sleeping would be far easier that night - and not just because he was a lot less worried about junkies breaking in at Finn's place. "I can't wait." He half wished that they could cut out the night of waiting and just meet, but Blaine obviously had work to do, and he had promised Finn that they'd spend some time catching up. "I'll be thinking about you tonight."

"Same here," Blaine replied, smiling into the phone. "This time I really will keep my promise." Before he had a chance to say anything--or even ask Porcelain his real name--an incoming business call rudely interrupted the happy moment. "I'll see you in the morning." Saying goodbye to the beautiful dancer was even more painful than the first time. At least then Blaine could kiss him and hold him. All he had now was the memory of how wonderful he felt, of how delicious he smelled. //Tomorrow. I'll see him tomorrow.//

Finn returned a short while later, carrying in bags from a nearby Chinese takeout. "You still like sushi, right?" he said, going into the living room to get them both something to drink. "So, how did it go?" He sat down beside Kurt on the sofa, and started dishing out the contents of the sacks. "Are you and Blaine okay?"

Freshly showered and wearing Finn's too-large clothes, Kurt looked closer to ten than twenty as he sat curled up on the couch. "Yes. We're meeting for coffee in the morning. Do you think you could drop me at my place on the way to work?" Thanks to Blaine, he had enough to afford a cab once he'd gotten ready. Kurt smiled at the strange mix of everything from sushi rolls to egg foo young and plucked a piece delicately from one of the trays with his chopsticks. It had been forever since he'd been able to indulge that particular luxury. "Mmmm..."

Kurt looked absolutely fucking adorable in Finn's eyes. He wanted to gather his stepbrother in his arms and hug him till he couldn't stand it any more. "Of course I can, dude," Finn replied after swallowing down a mouthful of food. "No problem. Actually, if seeing Blaine makes you this happy I'd give you a piggyback ride over there if you want me to." He was only half teasing. There wasn't anything in the world Finn wouldn't do for Kurt. And, despite the incentive of scorching hot sex, he had agreed to keeping one hell of a secret from their family. His only concern at the moment was Blaine Anderson. They were friends, but Finn hoped the other man wouldn't end up hurting Kurt. After all, he'd hate to have to lose his job over beating the shit out of his boss.

"I don't think that will be necessary this time," Kurt answered, unable to keep the smile from his face as they ate mostly in companionable silence. It was comfortable being with Finn. After all this time, after what they'd done earlier, it still somehow felt entirely normal just sitting and eating with his stepbrother. "Thank you again for letting me stay. It's... it's nice to just be away for a night." He wondered what Finn would think when he got a look at Kurt's motel room the next morning. //He knows everything else. No sense in hiding that,// Kurt reasoned. "God, it's been so long since I was this... this nervous. What if when he sees me without the lights and the music and the make-up and the... the lingerie... what if just me..." Kurt bit his lip and stirred the rice at the bottom of the carton he was holding absently. "What if it's not enough?"

"Stop worrying," Finn said, flashing Kurt a warm smile. "Blaine was panicked over not being able to see you tonight. Seriously, Kurt. Anybody that worked up isn't just interested in your dancing." Although, after seeing what his stepbrother could do on stage, it would be enough to get any man worked up, gay, straight or bi. "You're fucking hot," he added, shifting over to sit closer to him. "I wish I'd've had the balls to tell you that a long time ago." Finn reached out and caressed Kurt's arm, marveling at the silky smoothness of his skin. "Blaine'd have to be crazy not want you."

"It's too bad you weren't this incorrigible a flirt," Kurt answered flippantly, though he found himself smiling again just the same. "I'm sorry about... cutting you off. About not telling you. I... it's just... it's hard to explain. I didn't know how to say any of it. I still don't." He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I suppose tomorrow's a trial run." Kurt grabbed the pair of fortune cookies off the table and passed one to Finn. "You first. Seems that you're good luck tonight."

"Alright." Finn cracked open his fortune cookie and pulled out the little slip of paper. He raised his brows and said, "You will sleep with the sexiest man alive tonight." Of course that wasn't what it read, but Finn couldn't resist playfully teasing his stepbrother. "Okay, now that I'm in with a promise it's your turn." He gently nudged Kurt, encouraging him to snap open his own cookie.

Kurt threw the plastic wrapper at Finn in a rather pitiful attempt at retaliation and then snapped open his own cookie. "Embrace your destiny," he read in as grand a tone as possible. "Well that sounds like a rather tall task for the night. I think I'll settle for a few hours' sleep so that I don't look like a wreck in the morning." He smiled at Fin before rising and starting to tidy up the evidence of their dinner. "Do you have a blanket I can use out here?" The couch definitely looked comfortable enough, but Kurt had never been able to sleep without the ability to cuddle up under a blanket or afghan.

"No way, dude!" Finn protested, swallowing down the remnants of his fortune cookie. "You're not sacking out here when you can be sleeping with me." Before he could allow Kurt to argue, which he knew all too well his stepbrother would do, the former jock was on his feet and hauling Kurt up. He lifted the slighter man effortlessly over his shoulder, and taking a moment to switch off the living room light, carried him into the bedroom. "See, there's plenty of room," he pointed out once he had deposited Kurt on his king-sized bed.

Finn had a point there. The bed was massive, the bedroom comfortably Finn-like with clothes still strewn everywhere even if some of those clothes were now suits instead of football jerseys. Kurt gave up protesting and slipped between the sheets instead. They were soft and comfortable, quite unlike the worn sheets in his own humble abode. "Well, if you insist." He breathed deeply and found that the pillow smelled of a pleasant combination of shampoo and whatever detergent Finn used as he burrowed deeper into it. It had been a long time since Kurt slept somewhere that was so safe, and it was oddly overwhelming. He'd expected moments of awkwardness, but they'd been entirely absent. Instead he found himself facing something stranger - odd bursts of emotion that almost brought him to tears as he fit himself into his stepbrother's life again.

"I do." Finn undressed, peeling off his clothes until he was only wearing one of his jock straps. There was no point in being modest, especially after what he and Kurt had shared at the club earlier. He joined his stepbrother under the covers, turning off the lamp on the nightstand and snuggling up close to Kurt from behind. "Damn, you smell good," he murmured, inhaling the scent of his hair. "Feel good too." Arousal spiked in Finn, who could not help being turned on. "Blaine's fucking lucky to have you, bro. Don't you ever let him forget that." He snaked an arm around Kurt's slender waist, drawing him in closer. The cloth pouch of his jock began to swell as he pressed himself against Kurt's lovely ass.

Kurt didn't turn around, but his fingers splayed out over Finn's. "I'd offer another round, but then I really wouldn't be able to walk for a week." Chuckling softly, he glanced back over his shoulder. "Would it make me a terrible tease if I said I just wanted to enjoy you holding me tonight?"

"Nah," Finn nipped at his stepbrother's throat. "I can always take a rain check." He was only halfway teasing. The truth of the matter was that if Kurt had given him even the slightest indication, he would have been ravishing him all over again. Their encounter at the club had been one of the hottest of Finn's life, and he made himself a mental note to stop at Everett's as soon as he dropped Kurt off in the morning. "You get some sleep, and don't worry about anything. I'm sure everything will go fine with Blaine."

Kurt smiled and curled up against Finn with a smile on his lips. He had missed feeling so safe, so comfortable. For the first time in months, Kurt drifted off to sleep almost immediately.