Finn sighed, why was algebra so hard? He looked at Kurt who was fast asleep in his bed, curled around a teddy, Finn had no idea where Kurt had found his old teddy, but was glad it comforted him. Finn couldn't help but think of the irony; Kurt was the one who helped him with his homework. Okay, so he didn't exactly help, during Kurt's two hour moisturising routine he'd just take a little look. He sighed and decided he would just have to use his puppy dog eyes on Rachel and hope that worked. He smiled thinking of his girlfriend. She had been over the moon to see Kurt today, and she – and all the other members of the glee club – had done something that Finn never believed they could do; be subtle. None of them had gone up to Kurt, they had all seen how nervous he was just about being there, so they had stayed back. They had all waved goodbye to him, but Kurt had only really spoken to Will and Mercedes. Finn figured it was because Will was his teacher, and Kurt respected his elders, he guessed even little Kurt did too.

Rachel had told him how sad the situation was, she had said she missed Kurt, saying he was her only real competition within the group and she wondered if he knew what an amazing singer he was. Then she told Finn to make sure Kurt knew just how special he was. Puck had been quiet about the whole thing, Finn knew it was because every time someone mentioned Kurt he was thinking of ways to beat the living daylights out of the person who had done this to him. It scared Finn how protective Puck was of his friends, though he wondered when he and Kurt had become friends, but he was just glad Kurt had people looking out for him, and he was glad Quinn was praying for him. He didn't pray much himself, though he would never admit it in front of people, mainly because they dismissed everything that Brittany said, but every time he prayed he fell asleep too.

“Finn?” Kurt's sleep filled voice woke him up, he looked over at the younger boy who was sitting up slowly, one hand holding onto the teddy tightly, the other wiping his eyes.

“Yeah Kurt?” Finn whispered, walking over to his bed and sitting down. Kurt instantly moved over to him, his head resting on Finn's lap.

“Think my dream was about to go bad.” He whispered. Finn frowned, how did anyone know when their dreams were about to go bad? He wished he could have that skill, there had been quite a few zombie filled dreams that he would love to have woken up from early, there were even a few with Rachel in that he would love to have woken up early from... sometimes his girlfriend was just plain scary. Not that he'd ever admit that to her.

“Why do you think that?” Finn whispered, his hand playing with Kurt's hair as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Because we were going back to school.” Kurt whispered, playing with the soft material of Finn's pyjama bottoms.

“You...I thought you liked school? You had a nice time seeing everyone today, didn't you?”

Kurt nodded against him a little, his teeth worrying his lip slightly. “I did. But...”

“But...?” Finn pressed when Kurt had gone quiet.

“But I saw someone and my stomach made me feel sick.” he whispered. “And he was just watching the truck, and it made me scared.”

“Why didn't you say something?” Finn whispered, trying to hide his anger. He was more than pissed, how could Dave have watched him? How could he make Kurt feel scared? Thoughts swam through his mind.

“Didn't want to ruin it. We were laughing. It was nice.” Kurt whispered.

“Kurt, you could never ruin anything. The next time you're feeling anything like that, you tell me okay?” Finn whispered, his hand moving to Kurt's cheek and rubbing softly, a move he knew calmed him down.

“Kay.” Kurt whispered. The two brothers sat in silence for a few minutes before Kurt broke the silence, asking the question Finn was dreading. “Finn... who was he?”

Finn bit his lip. He didn't know how to answer. It was the whole 'fag' thing all over again and Finn desperately didn't want to screw this up. He wished Burt was here, he'd know what to do. He always did. “He...” Finn started slowly. “When you were at school...He was...he's not a very nice person. He's mean to everyone, he picked on you a little.” Finn said, it was mostly the truth.

“Why?” Kurt whispered, his eyes shining with tears. “I didn't do anything to him. Did I?” Kurt panicked. “I don't want to get picked on!”

“Shh.” Finn stroked his cheek softly, pulling him closer. “You could never do anything wrong to anyone, do you understand me Kurt? You're the sweetest person in the world, he's mean to everyone. Not just you. He's just horrible.”

Kurt sniffed, trying not to cry. He didn't want to cry in front of Finn. That would be silly. Finn was big and strong and he'd think him little if he was to cry. He nodded slowly. “That why I felt scared?”

“Yeah, but don't worry because you know Puck...”

“The one with the weird hair who looked at me funny?” Kurt whispered. “Like he wanted to give me a hug?”

“Yes, him.” Finn chuckled softly, he had noticed the looks his best friend was giving Kurt and it had amused him. “He's big and strong and he would never let him touch you, so you have nothing to be scared of okay?”

“Okay, Finn.” Kurt whispered, resting against him more. He yawned, tiredness creeping back.

“Guess what, Kurt.” Finn said softly, determined to make sure Kurt went to sleep thinking about something that would make him happy.

“What's that?” Kurt blinked, he had settled himself on Finn's chest, making the older boy lay down a little.

“Tomorrow, Blaine is coming over for a tea party.” Finn grinned.

Kurt giggled excitedly. “I know.” he clapped. “He's my pretty friend. We need to make the best tea party ever.”

“Ever?” Finn raised an eyebrow.

“Yes. Ever.” Kurt nodded, his eyes closing against Finn's chest. “Goodnight Finn.”

“Good night Kurt.” Finn whispered, pulling the blankets over him. He watched him fall asleep and prayed that Kurt had good dreams, and somewhere through the prayer he fell asleep himself.