Slushie

He thought that it all grew a lot more serious when he took a slushie for Kurt, because he knew how picky the teen was with his expensive shirts. And Finn knew for a fact that the one Kurt was wearing right now was his very favourite. Besides, he owed him.

Confessions

He seriously thought he was going to die when he confessed his feeling for Finn. The guy was too daft for his own good, and it seemed like Kurt's hints were not enough.

Acceptance

Smiling at Kurt and finding himself in love with him came easier than he thought it would have done.

Smile

Kurt simply adored Finn's lopsided smile that he seemed to direct towards him more and more often now.

Wearing pink was an extremely challenging thing to do at McKinley High. Even if it was just a scarf, the jocks seemed to take it as an outright offence.

And Kurt was not happy about it. He was not going to refrain from wearing what he wanted, but he was on needles throughout the day. It was a Brides de Gala from Hermès, for heavens sake. A pure masterpiece of art, and to have it ruined by some angry jock? Not acceptable.

It seemed to work rather well avoiding them for most of the day, yet sadly they managed to corner him right after the final bell chimed. Almost out of the school, but not close enough to the doors to make a run for it. Especially not when one of those huge Neanderthals were marching towards him with a slushie in hand. He should have seen him coming sooner, because now all there was left to do was to close his eyes and pray that the dry cleaner could get the stains out.

But that cold, dreaded bitch slap of ice and corn syrup never came. Instead, there was a commotion and Kurt opened his eyes.

Finn was in front of him, drenched in slushie and busy giving the offending jock a piece of his mind.

Kurt did not think he would ever forget that moment. Ever.

Then suddenly he found himself dragged off by Finn, ending up in the Boys Bathroom. God, he despised this place. It was filthy. "Finn. Um, thank you." He mumbled, not sure of what to say. He was not even sure if Finn had really stepped in, or if had been an accident.

Finn, who had been looking pretty flustered, burst into a grin. "Don't worry about it. I know how picky you are with your clothes. And you've been like, protecting that scarf this whole day, so I figured it was important."

Kurt could only gawk at him then. So he had actually taken that slushie on purpose. Oh lord, he felt as if his knees were going to give in.

Falling to the floor was probably not a very good idea, especially not in here, so Kurt did the next sensible thing. He snatched up a packet of Wet Naps from his bag and guided Finn to one of the sinks. "I... I'm honestly at a loss for words. I can't believe you did that."

Finn just shrugged, and allowed Kurt to clean off his face. When he was clean, he grinned at him with that adorably lopsided smile. It seemed to be appearing more and more often around Kurt, and he certainly did not mind. He adored Finn's smile. "I kinda owed you one, remember?"

Of course Kurt remembered. Slushing himself had been painful enough, but when he did it for Finn? It had torn his heart out. "And besides, I don't like seeing them bully you like that."

Kurt's stomach performed a strange flip by then, but he stayed quiet about it. He did not know how to answer that. Finn took the commando again, flinging an arm around his shoulder and pushing out through the door, steering his steps to the destination of his car, Kurt presumed.

And he presumed correctly, because a few moments later he's sitting in the passenger seat wringing his hands and having an internal struggle. Maybe it was best to wait. At least until Finn had stopped driving. By now he knew how easily frightened Finn was behind the wheel.

Well down in his basement, the battle was still raging. It was not fair to either of them to hide his feelings like this. But most of all, with how touchy-feely Finn had become it was growing increasingly had to pretend like he only cared for Finn as a friend.

"You okay? You've been weird since we got in the car." Finn commented, peering at him with a cocked eyebrow.

Wonderful, now even Finn was perceptive enough to notice. "I'm fine." Kurt muttered, but tensed when Finn shrugged and put his arm around his shoulders again. This was too much.

"F-Finn, no." He begged, squirming away from the touch. Finn looked surprised and hurt by the action. "I... I have to tell you something."

"Huh?" Oh god, he was adorable when he was confused. Kurt was blushing and fidgeting. Maybe it was not too late to play it off as stomach-ache and forget this.

No. This had gone on long enough, and he had tried to give subtle – or not so subtle – hints to Finn concerning his feelings. It never worked. "I can't stand this. I have tried and tried to get you to understand, but you never do. And I thought friendship was good enough but it isn't and-"

Breathe. It would do no good if he passed out from oxygen loss. "I'm in love with you." He finally blurted, most inelegantly if he had a say in it. He thought it came out more like a mass of words, but from the quick look he stole at Finn's face, the message had gone through.

And Finn looked dumbstruck. Kurt quickly looked down into his lap, mind reeling. He should have stayed quiet. Now Finn was going to panic, run off and never speak to him again.

Yet the disgusted outburst he waited for never came. Instead Finn's hand was gripping his chin lightly and tilting his head up. Kurt actually dared to meet his eyes, and Finn was smiling that lopsided smile again.

"Okay."

What? "Okay...?" Kurt repeated, and Finn grinned wider.

"I kinda like you too." Finn said, at least having the decency to look modest about it. Kurt was sure he looked like a gaping fish, or something equally unattractive at the moment. But Finn was not looking at him for much longer.

Seeing how his lips kind of attached themselves to Kurt's.

So much for freaking out.