Finn Hudson knew he was a pretty simple guy. Simple needs. But he most certainly did not have a simple life. Who knew being a junior in high school would be so difficult. Not only was he the quarterback on a well, okay football team (he hoped to…something, that that would change next year, because he needed a football scholarship like whoa), but having Quinn for a girlfriend again was teetering on the annoying side. And Rachel wouldn't stop giving him these looks.

Why hadn't he just transferred to Dalton with Kurt? Girls were so confusing.

And now basketball was starting up, which was great and all, but it wasn't football. Not to mention stress was at an all-time high in the choir room, thanks to everyone trying to write a song for Regionals. And did he mention Rachel? Yeah.

"Rachel, I'm not sure if uh, a song about your headband is really what we're going for," Finn tried, and leaned back in his chair.

She gave an exasperated sigh. "Finn, of course it's not what we're going for. But, Mr. Shue said we have to write about what we know. And, I did!"

Oh, if Kurt could see her right now. Finn ran his fingers through his hair. "That's great, Rachel. Keep it up. I've gotta get home, I promised Kurt I'd help with uh, dinner."

Rachel's eyes lit up and she clapped her hands together. "Kurt! Oh, my, goodness. Did you see how cute him and Blaine were at my party?"

Finn shrugged and grabbed his backpack. Yeah, he knew Kurt was crazy happy that was awesome but he wasn't about to call his brother's relationship cute. Plus, he bit back a laugh, Rachel still had no idea about the table and lamp Kurt had made him help clean up that night. Hell, he still had no idea how it really happened. He was pretty sure he didn't want to know. But, he was well aware of Kurt's tendencies to randomly break things.

"Anyway," he said, pulling his keys from his pocket, "I'm going to head home. I'll see you tomorrow, Rach."

Rachel flicked her hair back over her shoulder and grabbed her sheet music off the piano. "Tell Kurt I said hi!"

"Uh oh, I know that look."

Finn laughed and dropped his backpack on the floor so he could unzip his coat. "And what would look would that be, hmm?"

"That's the Rachel Berry look."

"Dude," Finn said, eyes wide. "Did you read my mind, or something dude? You said you haven't done that with anyone other than Blaine yet." He pushed his shoes off and walked over to where Kurt was leaning against the entrance way to the living room.

"No, Finn," Kurt said, shaking his head. "You just have a very distinct look on your face when you've had a Rachel Berry experience."

Finn sighed and leaned his head down against Kurt's shoulder. He felt Kurt's arms come up around his back and he sagged against him, knowing full well Kurt could support his weight. "That girl is so confusing."

"I thought you were dating Quinn?" Kurt asked.

Finn nodded his head against Kurt's shoulder and wrapped his arms around Kurt's back. "I am, but ugh. Can you just, you know, go in here?" He reached up with one hand and tapped his head. "I can't even think straight about those two and I want your advice."

Kurt pushed Finn back slightly, squinting his eyes briefly before nodding. "I'll try it, not guaranteeing anything because I really haven't done it a whole lot with Blaine still."

"Okay, yeah." Finn said and straightened up. "Do you want to uh," he looked around and suddenly felt lost. How do you go about having your brother read your mind? Because, yeah. The thought was super cool and all but. In reality? It kinda freaked him out a little bit. If Blaine was okay with it though…

Luckily Kurt seemed to know what to do because Finn was being pulled into the living room and only then did he notice Blaine sitting on the couch, flipping through a thick magazine. "Oh, I didn't even see, I'm sorry, we can—"

Blaine looked up and smiled at Finn. "No, you're fine, Finn. You looked like you needed him. Don't mind me—I'm going to go upstairs and close my eyes, I think I feel a mild headache coming on, anyway."

Finn watched Blaine stand up and kiss Kurt's temple before heading upstairs and he felt his heart swell a little because yeah, he really loved that Kurt had someone like Blaine. Blaine was so good for his brother and oh, Kurt was talking to him. "Huh?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I said, Blaine's crashing here tonight because his parents are—you know what, never mind. Just sit down on the couch, c'mon."

"Alright," Finn said, admittedly a little flustered because now he started thinking about like, Kurt actually reading his mind and how was it going to feel? Would he be able to tell?

"Finn," Kurt said, snapping his fingers. "Seriously, what's up? Just talk to me, we don't have to do—this," he said, waving his hand at Finn's head, "just, tell me what's going on."

Finn collapsed on the couch, immediately curling up to Kurt after he sat down next to him. Usually it was the other way around, but Finn's mind was a mess right now and he knew Kurt was totally okay with it. "Dude, you have it way easier being gay. Girls are so confusing."

"Oh my god, Finn," Kurt laughed, shaking his head wildly. "No, certainly not. Guys are just as bad, trust me. You remember how long it took me to get Blaine? Yeah."

Finn leaned forward a tiny bit to let Kurt wrap an arm around his shoulders and he curled into Kurt's chest. "It won't feel weird, or whatever, will it?"

"You won't even be able to notice, unless you're looking at my eyes, Finn," Kurt said softly, and Finn relaxed even more against Kurt.

"Okay, go ahead and try then," Finn said and closed his eyes. Kurt was slowly playing with his hair and that always made him super relaxed. Being this close to Kurt didn't feel weird, at all. He knew they had a rough time (okay, a really rough time) before his mom met Burt and if he had his way, he'd go back in time and take away all the hateful things he ever said or did to Kurt.

"I know you would, its okay, Finn, that's all in the past."

"Oh," Finn said, startled. Because, oh. Kurt had done it. Wait, so. He pulled back and holy crap, Kurt's eyes were a completely different color. Freaky, almost.

Kurt smiled and rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Finn. Glad to know that you think I'm a freak."

"No—you know I don't," he started, shaking his head. He leaned back down against Kurt's chest and closed his eyes again. What was he supposed to think about, now?

"Finn," Kurt sighed, and continued to run his fingers through Finn's hair. "Just do what you feel is right. If you don't want to be with Quinn, which I can tell that you probably don't want to be, then don't. Don't lead her on any more than you have. And that pull you feel towards Rachel? I get it. Believe me. But, if you're still not over what she did to you, that's fine. Just be…you for a while. It's okay to be single, you know."

Finn nodded against Kurt's chest and yeah, he knew Kurt was probably right. Why had he even gotten back together with Quinn in the first place? Why were girls. so. confusing.

Kurt laughed and rested his chin on Finn's head. "Boys are confusing too, Finn. Quinn and Rachel probably, well. Wait, I know they talk about you like this. But that's about as much as you're going to get from me. Sleepover secrets, and all."

By the time Finn pulled back from Kurt's chest again, Kurt's eyes had gone back to their normal color. It wasn't as weird as he thought it was going to be, having Kurt in his head. "Thanks, Kurt. I'm sorry I stole you away from Blaine."

Kurt shrugged and pulled his arm away from Finn. "It's okay. He gets it." He stood up and stretched his arms over his head. "But I should get started on dinner, 'cause dad and Carole should be home from work soon, want to help? Blaine will be out for a while if he has a headache."

Finn stood up when Kurt offered his hand to help pull him up, and he immediately pulled Kurt into a hug. Sometimes he felt like he hugged Kurt just to try to convey how sorry he was for those…words that had come out of his mouth before he really knew Kurt. And how awesome he was.