After all my efforts to gradually build up the Kurofsky in Earning It, I had an itch this morning to write a shorter piece without all that back story. Please let me know if you like it - your reviews mean the world to a fledgling writer like me.

Chapter 1

Kurt headed down the stairs to his bedroom, anxious to get his red-piped blazer off and replaced with something a little more fashionable. He loved most things about Dalton, but those ugly blazers really needed to go. The red was bright enough to make your eyes bleed, and those high lapels were so 2007. He wondered if maybe he could organize some kind of uniform committee, and grinned as the wheels started turning in his mind.

As he hit the bottom step, he finally registered soft noises coming from the basement room. Following the sound, he glanced at the couch, mouth dropping open. Finn was on top of Rachel, kissing her passionately, the two of them moaning and gasping desperately. Immediately squicked out, Kurt was further appalled to see that Finn had his hand up Rachel's shirt. And it was moving.

"EWWWWWWWWW!" he shouted, dropping his leather bag on the floor. "Really, guys? Gross!"

Rachel shot up from her prone position, accidentally smacking her forehead into Finn's. He reared back with a loud "Ouch!", and the momentum caused him to fall off of both Rachel and the couch. Kurt rolled his eyes as Finn hit the floor with a meaty thump.

Rachel was red as a tomato, trying desperately to regain some dignity by smoothing her hair and rumpled shirt with her hands. Finn pushed himself up on his elbows, peering up at Kurt with a flustered expression. "Sorry, dude. I thought you were going somewhere with Blaine after school."

"He had to cancel al the last minute. I wasn't aware that if I didn't text you about it, I'd have to witness you and Berry turning our bedroom into Caligula!" He sighed at Finn's confused face, but Rachel got the reference and blushed an even darker red. She stood up, gave Finn a peck on the cheek, and said "I think I should go." She skulked by Kurt, mumbling "sorry" and trying to avoid his sneering gaze. She fled up the stairs as if her Grammy award were waiting at the top.

Finn shifted up to the couch. "Really, I am sorry, Kurt. Maybe we should have some sort of a signal for the future, if one of us has…uh…company." He squirmed uncomfortably under his step-brother's stare. It was the exact same glare Burt had given him while berating Finn for using the word "faggy" last year. Apparently, being able to shrivel someone's balls with a mere look was a Hummel family trait. Wonderful.

"No, Finn, we are not going to have a fucking signal. Because that implies I'm fine with the two of you bumping uglies all over that couch." Kurt looked at the now offensive piece of furniture as if it were crawling with Diphtheria. "You do realize I sometimes like to sit on that thing while watching DVDs? It's going to have to be re-upholstered now, and I'm not paying for it!"

Finn began to get annoyed. "Jesus, dude, calm down! We were just making out, okay? I'm sure you won't catch straight from our cooties."

"That's not the point, Finn!" Kurt threw up his arms, and Finn could see he was working himself up into a true hissy fit. This blended family thing could be a total pain in the ass sometimes, even when your new step-brother wasn't crushing on you . "This is my room too! I should be able to feel comfortable in it, and not have to picture…that! " he sputtered.

"We were just kissing, Kurt!"

"Oh really?" Kurt narrowed his eyes. "How would you feel if you walked in on me and a guy doing that exact same thing? What if, instead of your hand up Rachel's shirt, you saw me fondling another boy's nipple on the couch where you play Call of Duty every frigging night!"

Finn couldn't help it, he actually blanched at the thought. He didn't have any problems with Kurt's sexuality in the more generic sense, and even figured he'd be happy to see him holding hands or slow dancing with Mr. Right someday. But he did not want to think about the specifics of how two dudes went at it with each other. His stomach lurched a little. So much for being all evolved and shit about having a gay brother.

Kurt took in the repulsed look on Finn's face. "Exactly as I thought." He continued in a haughty, holier-than-thou tone that grated on Finn's nerves. "How you're feeling right now is just how I felt a few minutes ago. I'm glad you and Rachel are in love, but that was just way TMI for me." He waved a hand dismissively.

"I understand." said Finn. "I'll tell Burt and mom that I spilled a slushie all over the cushions. Maybe we can get a slipcover or something. Would that make you feel better?" He looked earnestly up at Kurt, really wanting to make everything right again.

Sensing Finn's sincerity, Kurt wound down a couple of notches. He drew closer, avoiding any contact with the tainted couch. He smiled a little, putting his hand on Finn's shoulder. After a brief pause, he gave a small sigh and said, "I think that would work."