Chapter Four

The next day at school Kurt was walking down the hallway when he heard someone whisper his name.

He turned in the direction the voice had come from, but saw no one.

“Hey Kurt.” The voice said again. “Can you come in here for a second?”

Finally Kurt located the source of the whisper.  He’d know those eyes anywhere.

Finn was in the boy’s bathroom and was peeking through a tiny crack in the door.

Kurt’s brows furrowed as he entered the bathroom hesitantly. He couldn’t quite contain his soft gasp when he saw the quarterback turn and lock the door behind them with a soft click.

“Dude, you gotta help me.”

Kurt shrugged his leather messenger bag farther up onto his shoulder, looking perplexed. “Finn, what’s going on? Are you alright?”

Finn hesitated. He looked at Kurt and said, “No. Not really.”

Kurt was worried but he didn’t say anything, instead, he waited patiently for the other boy to continue.

“I… uh… kinda have a problem.” Finn finally admitted a few moments later.  His face flushed with apparent embarrassment.

Kurt’s curiosity peaked as he watched as the taller boy slowly removed his arms from where he’d had them crossed them across his wide chest, revealing a large purple stain on his football jersey.

“It’s jelly.” Finn said with a look of shame. “Blueberry.”

Kurt stifled a laugh.

“It must have fallen off my toast this morning and I didn’t realize until I got to school! I can’t walk around like this! Quinn will kill me! And Rach… uh… yeah… Quinn will definitely kill me.”

Kurt didn’t miss the slip up. 

He sighed, moved towards the other boy and after a closer inspection of the stain, looked up into his eyes.
“It’s not that bad Finn.” He lied. “It’s hardly noticeable.”

Finn scoffed. “You don’t know Quinn. She’s gonna be pissed!”

Kurt went over to the sink and dampened a piece of paper towel under the faucet.  He made his way back over to the quarterback slowly and hesitantly put his hand on his chest, rubbing the paper towel over the stain.

Kurt was forced to take a deep inhalation, as his brain finally realized he had been forgetting to breathe.  He was touching Finn Hudson!

More like caressing him. The thought sparked a twinkle in his eye.

He put his other hand over the boy’s collarbone to put himself in a better position to attack the stain. It wasn’t working.

“Take your shirt off.”

The words left his mouth before he’d considered the intensity of them.

Finn, looking aghast, blinked several times before stuttering, “Wh..what?”

Kurt’s mind raced to come up with a sensible and logical string of words to form together. What was he thinking?

“Uhhh, I am going to need to run it under the faucet a little bit. The stain’s not coming out.”

“Oh! Ok then.”  Finn said nonchalantly, pulling his jersey up over his head.

Kurt nearly had a coronary as he glanced up at exactly the right moment to see Finn’s undershirt slide up with his football jersey, exposing his not quite toned, but milky smooth stomach momentarily.

The quarterback flushed again, handing Kurt his jersey. “Thanks Kurt. I really appreciate this…”

Kurt’s eyes were still trained on the now undershirt-clad abdominal muscles. He mentally shook himself before looking up and giving Finn a nod. He didn’t trust himself to speak just yet.

He took the shirt over to the sink and began scrubbing at the purple stain. Trying to keep his composure and maintain what little dignity he had left.

“Kurt?” Finn said quietly. “Can I tell you something?”

Kurt looked up into the mirror at the reflection of the boy standing behind him and nodded, “Of course.”

“I really admire you.”

It was now Kurt’s turn to feel the heat rise up into his face. His eyes widened, and he intentionally returned his attention to the shirt, mindlessly scrubbing away.

“I think it’s amazing how you aren’t afraid to show the world who you really are.” Finn’s words brought the warmth down from Kurt’s face and into his chest. He swelled with pride and adoration.

“Like yesterday with Blaine? He told me about how some of the other guys are giving you a hard time. But it doesn’t get you down. You keep getting back up and doing your thing.”

If you only knew.

Kurt swallowed and gave Finn a sincere look of appreciation. “Thanks Finn.  That means a lot coming from you.”

He continued scrubbing at the stain until it was barely noticeable then he sponged off the excess moisture with a dry paper towel.

“There,” he said handing it back to Finn. “Good as new.”

The boy beamed, taking the jersey from the thinner teen. He had begun to pull it up over his head, when it bunched up in the back and got stuck around his neck.

“Gak!”

Kurt instinctively reached up and unwound the fabric, but in the struggle Finn’s white undershirt had ridden up and now Kurt was pressed up to Finn’s exposed chest. He could feel Finn’s soft skin and the tight muscles of his torso rubbing gently against his chest.

They both stilled, Finn looking down into Kurt’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity before taking a deep breath, “Kurt…”

“Finn I…” He panted. Actually panted.

But he was interrupted as a pair of lips crashed down onto his.

Kurt’s world exploded into a million glittering pieces as everything seemed to stop existing around him. A feeling of warmth from Finn’s mouth invading his own created shockwaves, sending them all the way down Kurt’s spine.  Finn moved his arms around Kurt and pressed his large hands into the boys back, pulling him closer still.

Their lips moved together, as their mouths hungrily began exploring each other. Finn’s tongue licked at Kurt’s plump and now swollen lips, anxiously asking for permission to enter. Kurt obliged by opening his lips and he felt a torrent of adrenaline hit and his knees grew weak when Finn’s tongue began its expedition inside his mouth.

Finn’s strong hands moved lower on Kurt’s back and found their way to his round, firm ass.

Kurt could not contain his astonishment, and a yelp escaped his lips as the larger boy cupped his ass with both of his hands and lifted the boy up off the floor, placing him onto the sink behind them.

Kurt wrapped his legs around Finn’s waist and he pulled his knees together, bringing the boy closer to him, until he could feel the hardness inside Finn’s jeans rubbing against his own inner thighs.

Finn groaned, “Mmmm Kurt, I have wanted you for so long.”

Another wave of heat and passion surged through Kurt’s veins as he began frantically groping the other boy’s ass.

Finn stood up and removed both his jersey and his undershirt before wrapping his arms around Kurt and pulling off his black cardigan and his long sleeved Alexander McQueen top.

They both stared at each other for several moments, gasping and trying to catch their breath. 

Finn reached down and caressed Kurt’s naked chest. He moved his fingers across his pointed clavicles and ran a muscular hand down his ribcage, his mouth gently nibbling and sucking, leaving a damp trail in its wake.

Kurt couldn’t contain the shudders that overtook his body.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, pulling his knees closer and locking his feet together behind Finn’s back, pulling the boy seemingly impossibly closer.

Finn moved his hands lower yet, reaching towards the button on Kurt’s jeans. He looked up at the boy and received a nod of permission.

His fingers clumsily fumbled with the button and then slowly, painfully he lowered the zipper and was just about to reach his hand inside when a shocked voice pulled them from their reverie.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry! I just needed to use the…” The voice stammered.

Finn jumped away from Kurt as though he had been burned, dropping the boy unceremoniously onto the vanity of the sinks. Kurt’s head bounced off the mirror and stars sprung up into his eyes.

“Finn?” The voice exclaimed, “What the fuck?”

Kurt shook his head, attempting to clear out the cobwebs from his contact with the mirror. He’d finished fumbling with the button of his jeans and was reaching for his sweater before he finally looked up at the unwelcomed intruder.

No fucking way.

“Blaine?” He shrieked, exasperated.

The boy somehow looked both mortified and guilty. “H-Hey Kurt.”

Kurt’s brain could hardly even form words. “H-how d-did you get in here? The door was locked!”

Blaine’s face reddened. “I dunno… It just opened.”

Finn meanwhile, had disappeared into one of the bathroom stalls and was nowhere to be seen. It was as though the moment Blaine had made his unannounced (and most unwelcomed) appearance, Finn was non-existent.

I can’t believe this Neanderthal has interrupted us again. Oh god! What if he tells! Finn is going to get crucified! He is going to hate me! What if…

He didn’t get to finish the thought.

“Kurt…I’m not going to say anything.”

It was as though the boy had read his mind.

He finally risked a glance up from the floor and looked Blaine in the eyes.  Kurt noticed immediately that the boy had a genuine look of concern on his face.

How did this happen? One minute I was… well… really enjoying myself and the next…

“Kurt?” Blaine said again, looking awkwardly at the taller boy. “Are you ok?”

No answer.

“Kurt?” He repeated.

Kurt felt like he was sinking into the floor.  He suddenly couldn’t feel his limbs.

This is it. I’m dying. I am dying of embarrassment right now.

“Kurt?”

Oh god. I can’t breathe.

“Kurt buddy, can you hear me?”

I didn’t even get to have sex yet! I can’t die a virgin!

“Kurt?” The voice sounded slightly different this time.

I just want to touch Finn again. Just one more time before I go. Just one more kiss?

Kurt suddenly felt extremely cold. He shivered as a cool breeze ruffled his hair and his eyes burned as everything around him faded into a scorching white light. Blaine disappeared from in front of him and the bathroom no longer existed.

“Kurt come on, you have to wake up!”

This is what it feels like to die?

“Come on Kurt! You’re going to be late.”

Mom? Are you there? I’m coming mom!

“Mom?” Kurt mumbled sleepily.

“Uhh… not quite.” The voice said. “Come on buddy. I’ve been calling you for like half an hour.”

“Blaine?”

“Who the hell is Blaine?”

Uh oh.

Kurt rolled over, his senses finally coming back to him when he saw his father’s familiar face. He was standing beside his bed. In his room. At his house.

You have got to be kidding me.