Kurt was awoken abruptly from his sleep, though he wasn't entirely sure why. Blaine was dead asleep next to him, able to sleep through a hurricane – but as soon as Kurt's sleep became disturbed, Blaine would wake up. Since the engagement, the adults had sat them down and discussed their sleeping arrangements. Blaine and Kurt were able to sleep in the same bed with the door closed, much to the outrage of Finn. Kurt had been shocked by that. It's not like he and Blaine went at it like rabbits; they liked waking up next to each other and falling asleep in each other's arms.

Kurt slipped out of bed. He could hear faint noises coming from somewhere in the house and followed the sound out into the hallway. There was light sneaking out from Finn's room and Kurt stumbled towards it, vision blurred by the haze of sleep.

He peered in and blinked at the brightness of the light, still trying to pull himself into consciousness. "Finn?" Kurt questioned, his voice hoarse from the lack of use.

Finn was playing his x-box, a series of explosions and the chilling cries of characters dying echoing around the room. Finn lifted his head and was surprised to see Kurt standing there. "Oh, hey Kurt," he mumbled and returned his focus to the game.

Kurt peered at Finn's clock and saw 1:13 flashing back at him. "Why are you still up?"

"Can't sleep," Finn muttered, violently punching the buttons on his controller.

"Is everything OK?" Kurt asked, concerned.

"Fine," Finn replied bluntly and Kurt sighed. Hesitantly he stepped into the room and sat on the edge of Finn's bed. Finn grunted as he repeatedly struck a button but didn't say anything else.

Kurt looked around and spotted a letter on the bedside table. Frowning, he picked it up and began to read through it. He remembered the letter vaguely from when his dad was sick and he collected the mail but at the time, he had been distracted by the letter Karofsky had sent him.

It was from the scouts that had watched Finn play.

Dear Mr Hudson,

We were very impressed by the skills and strength you showed on the field. There is no doubt that your leadership skills as quarterback that led the game to victory. Unfortunately you have not secured a place in our scout's team. We would, however, like to offer you a course in football coaching and ask you not to give up.

There was more to the letter but Kurt stopped reading. Finn hadn't been accepted and he had been keeping it to himself.

"Why did you say anything?" Kurt asked quietly, stunned and a little hurt that Finn didn't share this with him. But he was more hurt than upset. It broke his heart to think that Finn thought he couldn't trust him.

"Because then everyone will know what a loser I am," Finn muttered and growled as his character got shot. He threw the controller down and turned to look at Kurt. "I'm a Lima Loser."

"You're not a loser, Finn," Kurt told him firmly.

"Yes I am. What am I meant to do now?" Finn asked rhetorically. "I've got nothing."

"You have Rachel and you have the opportunity to learn how to become an amazing football coach," Kurt sounded final, but Finn was still looking at him with disbelief. "One door closes and another one opens."

"Huh?" Finn asked, confused.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "It means that you may not have been given your dream on a plate but that doesn't mean you give up."

"Oh," Finn said softly. "I get it now."

"Have you told anyone about this?" Kurt asked, folding the letter back up in his hands.

"No," Finn mumbled and Kurt sighed. "I didn't know how!"

"Which is why you're playing video games in the early hours of the morning," Kurt rolled his eyes. "You should speak to Dad and Carol about this. And Rachel. She is your girlfriend, after all."

"Rachel has her heart set on New York," Finn admitted quietly. "I don't know whether or not I fit into that dream of hers."

Kurt eyes widened. He hadn't known Finn was feeling this way and he wished that he had consulted him on the matter. "Have you talked to her about it?" Kurt asked gently.

"No," Finn mumbled and turned back to his game.

Kurt sighed; he was getting nowhere with Finn. Not tonight anyway. Kurt stood, heading towards the door. He paused when he reached the doorway. "I did some research for you, while Blaine and I were looking into our own school choices," Kurt told him, "just in case this happened. New York offers great coaching coursesthat I'm positive you can get into, especially with the recommendation they sent you. You should consider it."

Kurt left before Finn could answer and went back to his room. He shut the door quietly, fumbling his way back to bed through the darkness.

"Kurt?" Blaine mumbled tiredly, sitting up as Kurt made his way to the bed. Kurt crawled on top of the mattress and flopped down, slipping under the covers and found himself immediately drawn into Blaine's arms. "Where'd you go?"

"Finn woke me up," Kurt yawned. "He's playing video games."

"So early?" Blaine groaned, nuzzling his face into Kurt's neck.

"He can't sleep," Kurt mumbled tiredly.

Blaine slurred something incoherently, already drifting back to sleep. Kurt wasn't far behind him and slipped into unconsciousness.

Kurt was woken sharply by someone jabbing him in the back.

"Knock it off Blaine," Kurt grumbled, not opening his eyes. He felt Blaine shift next to him and then a hiss.

"Kurt!"

Kurt frowned. That was not Blaine. Kurt pried open his eyes and blinked, waiting for the haze to clear. He looked around and his eyes landed on Finn, who was standing awkwardly by the bed.

"Finn!" Kurt yelped. "What the hell are you doing?" He pulled himself upwards, the sheets pooling around his waist. He pulled them up self-consciously, remembering his bare chest, though Finn was oblivious.

"I need to talk to you," Finn admitted quietly.

"Don't you knock?" Kurt whined, rubbing his face with the heel of his hand.

"I did, you didn't answer," Finn pouted.

"Usually that's a sign for try again later," Kurt growled.

"Can we talk?" Finn asked, oblivious to his brother's annoyance.

"Fine," Kurt snarled, dropping back down onto the mattress with a sigh, "go downstairs and wait for me."

Finn beamed and bounded out the room, the door closing behind him with a click. Kurt groaned and buried his head back into his pillow.

"Is he gone?" Blaine asked, rolling onto his back.

"Yes," Kurt said, voice muffled by the pillow.

"So last night wasn't a dream," Blaine mused with a smile.

"No," Kurt groaned, "m'tired."

Blaine chuckled and started placing kisses down Kurt's shoulder blade. "If you don't get up soon he'll just come back."

Kurt whined and heaved himself out of bed, shooting a glare to Blaine who just grinned back. Kurt dressed quickly and hurried down stairs. Finn was on the first step and looked at Kurt sheepishly. Kurt pointed a finger in the direction of the kitchen and Finn obediently turned around and disappeared through the doorway.

"What did you want to talk about?" Kurt asked as he started to fix himself some coffee, by default also making one for Blaine. He heard the shower start upstairs and cast a jealous look at the ceiling.

"Is that true what you said last night?' Finn looked nervous, as though every single one of his dreams was resting on Kurt's answer.

"Yes Finn," Kurt sighed. "I meant what I said. You could do really well in New York."

"Could I live with you?" Finn asked hopefully.

"No, Finn," Kurt chuckled, though he was silently horrified by the idea. "You can't live with me because I will be living with my new husband."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot," Finn said, rubbing his face with his hand. Kurt shook his head fondly at Finn's antics. "Would I live with Rachel?" Finn asked, as if Kurt had his whole future mapped out for him.

"I don't know," Kurt shrugged. "You would have to talk to her but I think she'd be open to the idea."

"Then we could have sex," Finn grinned and Kurt nearly dropped the coffee he was holding.

"Oh my God, Finn!" Kurt hissed. "I didn't need to know that."

"What? We haven't done it yet and we were going to do it before she left for New York," Finn explained, ignoring the horrified look on Kurt's face. "We still might but now if I'm going to New York too, we could do it all the time!" Finn's face lit up as he thought of the possibilities.

"Ew – just no. Talk to dad and Carol about this. Or better yet, Rachel," Kurt said, shaking his head and hightailing it out of the kitchen, coffees in hand. Finn just grinned and went to get himself some breakfast.

Kurt bolted to his room and shut the door. Blaine came out of the bathroom, freshly changed and hair still damp. "How did it go?' Blaine asked cheerfully. Kurt shuddered and took a long sip from his coffee, handing one to Blaine who murmured his thanks. On seeing the look on Kurt's face, he laughed. "Was it really that bad?"

"He told me about his sex plans," Kurt shuddered again, clutching his coffee cup tighter. "I didn't need to know that. Ever."

Blaine chuckled and sat down next to Kurt. "At least he's talking to you. Opening up."

"I didn't want him to open up about that," Kurt squawked indignantly.

"No, I guess you didn't," Blaine mused and Kurt rolled his eyes.

Kurt pushed his coffee cup into Blaine's hands and stalked to the bathroom, shutting the door and a few minutes later Blaine heard the shower running. Blaine chuckled and went down stairs to make himself and Kurt some breakfast. Finn was still there, eating his cereal at an alarming pace.

"Morning Finn," Blaine greeted cheerily, putting two slices of bread into the toaster.

"Morning," Finn said through a mouthful of cereal. Blaine made a face and turned away from Finn. "How did you do it?" Finn asked and Blaine looked around, confused.

"Do what?"

"Have sex with Kurt," Finn replied, shaking his head as if the answer should have been obvious.

"You want to know about gay sex?" Blaine asked, feeling instantly flustered and embarrassed.

"NO!" Finn shouted, alarmed. "No! He's like, my brother, dude. No. I want to know how you went about getting him to agree."

"Oh," Blaine breathed, relieved. He was not ready to have that conversation. "We talked about it."

"You just asked him?" Finn gasped, looking shocked at the possibility of acting like a normal couple.

"Yeah. We talked about how far we wanted to go and what we were ready for," Blaine shrugged. "We took it slow and did what we were ready for."

"Oh." Finn replied, looking downcast. How did Kurt and Blaine do this stuff? He supposed that since they were both guys, they were more similar than he and Rachel. It must be easier for them.

"You don't talk to Rachel about this?" Blaine asked, frowning.

"Not really," Finn shrugged.

"Well you definitely should," Blaine said, turning just in time to see his toast jump out of the toaster, "and please don't ask me for advice because that's just creepy."

"Yeah, dude," Finn agreed. "I won't. So I should talk to Rachel? Cause Kurt said the same thing."

"Then its good advice," Blaine said, dropping his toast onto the plate. "It's all about communication, Finn."

Finn nodded as Blaine sat down, beaming when Kurt came walking in, freshly showered. Kurt grinned as Blaine slid a plate of toast towards him and stroked his cheek adoringly before grabbing the peanut butter and spreading it across his toast.

Finn thought that if he talked to Rachel, maybe he could have what Kurt and Blaine had. Finn jumped up and hurried out of the kitchen to grab his phone.

"Where's he going?" Kurt asked, looking after Finn in bewilderment.

"My guess would be to call Rachel," Blaine grinned and Kurt beamed right back at him, taking a large bite of his toast.