Kurt had eaten his toast and decided to add a cup of Greek yogurt to the meal; cleaned up the dirt off the kitchen floor, and just to make his sleep walking story sound convincing, he stripped the sheets off his bed and put them in the hamper.

He looked at the clock. "Finn!" he hollered. "We're going to be late for Glee rehearsal!"

"Coming!" Finn met up with his stepbrother in the hallway and they ran out the door one after the other. Finn plopped himself into the drivers seat and Kurt threw both his messenger bag and Finn's backpack in the back seat before he buckled himself in the passenger side.

"How was your date?" Finn asked.

Kurt smirked, trying to show too much. "Good. I told Dad where I was when I got home, so it wasn't a big deal."

"What'd you guys do?" Finn had this idea of when two men have a date it must be like hanging with a buddy… until it turns sexual, but Kurt didn't strike Finn as a sexual person so he pushed the thought from his head.

"Listened to music and talked mostly. He got me roses!"

"I need to have a talk to that guy."

"Why?"

"He's making the rest of us look bad. The second you tell the girls how romantic he is, they're going to jump all over us about how we don't do that."

This made Kurt happy because he knew Blaine was a one and only. "Well, maybe you should do those things. It might get you laid."

Finn made a face and glanced over at Kurt. "Kurt, you and Blaine- I mean, you didn't go over there to- Are you-?"

Kurt interrupted Finn's uncomfortable babble. "I'm a virgin."

"You are?"

"Yes. And so is Blaine."

"Huh," Finn shrugged. "I know it's none of my business, but I'm still kind of confused on…things."

"Go on?"

"Well, you're a guy so you understand what other guys are thinking all the time."

"Not true. I don't know what you're thinking any more than you know what I'm thinking."

"Okay. Well other guys think about sex… a lot… and most of the time all a guy wants to do is have sex."

Kurt cringed. He wanted to have this conversation with Finn less than he did with his father. "Dad already had this conversation with me. I took his advice to not throw myself around."

"Oh. Well good for you. It must be hard though. When you both want to, you know."

"Why do you say that?" Kurt stifled a giggle and bit down on his lip.

"Well, it's just," Finn didn't know how to say what he wanted to. "Look, Blaine's a good looking guy."

"Why do people suddenly keep telling me that? Like I don't know." Kurt rolled his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Well he is; and I guess, well."

"Oh my God!" Kurt rolled his eyes again as he realized what Finn was getting at. "Finn are you asking me what my mail man is?"

Kurt saw Finn's cheeks turn pink. "Kinda."

"Is nearly killing a civil servant not working for you anymore?"

"Man! No! I don't get it." Finn suddenly erupted into a story about him and Quinn and how nothing has been working to deflate himself. They arrived at McKinley just as he was explaining how Quinn is such a tease and then gets mad when Finn gets turned on and can't turn himself off.

"Wish I could help you. I've never needed a mailman. If the timing is…inappropriate… there usually has something happening around me that makes my head space change."

They got out of the car and collected their book bags. "Like what?" Finn asked.

Just then a blonde boy in what Kurt swore was a jacket from Valentino caught his eye. Kurt had never seen him before, never mind someone who wore designer close like he did. "Oh, you know," he said, distracted. He watched the boy disappear through the doors of the school.

Kurt's phone rang. It was another text from Blaine. Warbler rehearsal must be done, he thought.

B- We had a new kid join the Warblers today. James. New Directions should be scared. His voice is incredible.

Kurt thought back to the mysterious blonde. We have a new kid too.

K-Good. You needed someone decent after you lost me. ;)

B- I don't ever want to read or hear the words "you lost me" come from you. I love you.

K- I love you. Have a good day. I have ND rehearsal now.

B- Besides, check your hip. I branded you for at least a few days if not a week. You're legally mine for at least that long.

K- Turning my phone off now. ;)

B-Wait! It's Friday. Will I see you tonight?

K- Of course. I'll call you later to make plans. Keep your pants on until then.

B- Only if they can come off when I see you next.

K- We'll see. ;) I'm really turning my ringer off now.

Kurt chuckled silently as he walked into the choir room and shoved his phone in his pocket. He took his seat next to Mercedes and noticed she was giving him a questionable look. "What?" he asked.

"You look different."

Shit, she can tell? Do I reek of semen? "I do?" he asked, putting on his best curiously interested face.

Mercedes squinted her eyes suspiciously. "Yeah. I've seen you walk in this room almost every day that you've been here and I've never seen you have that much pep in your step."

Kurt was holding his breath. He let it out. "Gah! Okay I have to tell you something. But not now and you have to swear that you'll never mention it to anyone ever because it's only my business and I'd probably be home-schooled and sent to live in a nunnery if Finn found out and squealed on me."