So, as we all know, Kurt is getting a boyfriend in Season 2! Squee! So this story is basically what I want to happen. Kurt's POV because he's so much fun to portray. Enjoy, and leave me a review if you like it :)

Chapter 1 - Brave

The slam of the door as I barged into my bedroom was loud enough to wake the entire city of Lima. I wiped away the bitter tears that just wouldn't stop falling as I collapsed face first onto my bed. I let the sobs shake me, finally releasing all the feelings I had kept bottled up for what felt like forever. Everything poured out of my eyes and onto my pillow. Why? Why did everything always happen to me?

Finn.

Rachel.

Dad.

Mrs. Hudson.

That stupid Jesse kid.

Where did I even begin?

Well, if I was being perfectly honest, I would say September 4th 2006, when I first met Finn Hudson. But no, that's not when this mess started. This started about a month ago, when I was helping my dad with his auto shop.

"Kurt?"

"Mmm?" I replied, handing him a wrench.

"I need to talk to you about something..." he began. "Someone I've been seeing."

I nearly choked on my TicTac. "WHAT?" I could never imagine my dad with anyone but my mom. I felt as if I'd just been punched in the stomach.

"Kurt, it's been ten years," my dad said as he rolled out from under the car. "I thought I should start... well... dating again."

I sighed, attempting to process the information I had just received. "Okay."

"You'll really like her, Kurt," he said, attempting a smile. "I know I do. She has a kid your age, I think. They're coming over for dinner tomorrow."

And lo and behold, who shows up at my doorstep the next night?

You guessed it.

None other than Finn Hudson and his peachy little mother.

My heart was being out of control all through dinner, being that we sat right next to each other at the table and our elbows were constantly bumping into each other. It was all downhill from there.

In glee club, we started scrimmaging with Vocal Adrenaline, since Mr. Schue seemed so interested in them. (More like he was interested in their tall flippy-haired Cruela Devil of a coach whom, I might add, wore fabulous pumps and had an angel voice that made everyone around stop and listen when she sang.) Rachel, irritating as ever, began dating their "miva", Jesse, a tall curly-haired baritenor who yelled even more than Coach Sylvester. One night during our little "family dinners", Finn sat down next to me on the couch, looking like he was about to cry.

"Kurt, can you keep a secret?"

My love for gossip overruled my fear of what his secret might be. "Of course, Finn."

"I'm in love with Rachel."

Slushie-to-the-face.

"Oh." My voice wavered, even though I saw this coming a mile away.

"Yeah, and I just want to kill that Jesse bastard," he snarled. "You... you think you can help me win her back?"

No. No I will not help you win her back because she's a nasty little bitch and you belong with me.

"Okay," I lied, faking a smile. "What are... brothers for?" I said the word with as much distaste as possible.

Did I help him? Pshh, no. Little by little, his Jesse-Rachel rants killed me. Just having the boy I love more than anything talk about how much he loves the girl I hate more than anything was excruciatingly painful. Even Mercedes noticed how much it was getting to me.

But the real bomb dropped today - Regionals day. On the outside, the competition was surprisingly normal - We sang our songs ("One", "Bad Romance", and "Hello, Goodbye") and Vocal Adrenaline sang theirs ("Highway to Hell", "Dancing in the Dark" and "Paint it Black"). There where two other teams, but one was incredibly boring and the other was just plain awful. However, on the inside, we were a mess. Rachel was hysterical because she found out Jesse was just using her to spy on New Directions. Finn was furious for the same reason, and was a little more than blatantly flirting with her. I was chartreuse with envy, but trying to hide it as best I could. Mr. Schue seemed extremely distracted and wouldn't get off his damn cellphone, and worst of all, Quinn was starting to feel contraptions. After the show was over, Puck rushed her to the hospital and the rest of us stuck around to hear the result. I wandered around the building, trying not to focus on my broken heart and pay attention to the competition, but I found that kinda hard when I walked in on Rachel and Finn making out in a secluded corner. They didn't see me, so I stayed and watched. God knows why I torture myself like that.

"Finn, I'm so sorry," she said breathlessly when they broke apart.

"Shhh," he hissed, running his thumb across her flushed cheek. "It's not your fault."

She smiled and kissed him again.

"Well, now that I have this off my mind, I can work on fixing my bajillions of other problems..."

"Like?" she asked, her dainty little hand running along his shoulder.

"I don't think I told you, but my mom is dating Kurt's dad," he told as Rachel gasped. "And it's more than obvious that the dude has a major crush on me."

That was when I ran. Down the hallway, down the stairs, out the door, across the parking lot and into the safety of my car. I let the tears fall as I drove, exceeding the speed limit slightly, but I didn't care. I had to get home.

The tears where slowing down now, and I sat up just as I heard my dad walking in.

"Kurt? You home?"

I cleared my throat. "Up here, dad!"

I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and wiped my remaining tears away.

"How'd your glee thingy go today?" he asked, shutting the door behind him.

"Good... I think."

"You think?"

"Yeah... I had to leave early."

"Why?" his eyes fell on my saturated pillow. "Kurt, have you been crying?"

"What? No!" I lied.

He stared right into my puffy red eyes.

"Yes."

"What happened?" he demanded. "Who do I have to hurt?"

I laughed and shook my head. "I don't think you want to know."

"Kurt, you're my son, and I want to know what happened to you."

With a sharp intake of breath, the story of how I've been in love with Finn since freshman year and how he was now dating my arch nemesis spilled out of me. I avoided my dad's eyes until I was finished. He looked absolutely horror-struck.

"I... I had no idea..." he stuttered. "Look, Kurt, I'm not exactly a relationship guru or anything, but I do know that you're better than this. If Finn doesn't feel the same way you do, well, it's his loss. He's not worth it. And, well, the last thing I want to do is see you suffer, and if it takes ending things with Carole, then so be it."

"No, no, no," I exclaimed. "Dad, I want you to be happy too. And I know how happy she makes you."

My dad sighed and turned his cap around. "You sure about this?"

I nodded. "Yeah, dad. Absolutely."

He nodded. "Alright then. Well, I'm going to sleep, it's late. You should get some rest too."

I waited till he was out of the room to get out of bed. I walked over to my vanity and stared at my reflection. My eyes were red and puffy from crying, and my hair was a mess. I fixed it up with my hand and posed. My dad was right. I was better than this. I didn't need Finn. What I did need was a fresh start.

As quietly as possible, I sneaked down to the basement. Sitting down at my keyboard, I fiddled with the volume till it was low enough not to wake my dad but loud enough for me to hear. I smiled as all the fond memories of my mom teaching me how to play piano flooded back into me. I took a deep breath so I wouldn't start crying again, and began to play.

I don't know just where I'm going

And tomorrow, it's a little overwhelming

And the air is cold

And I'm not the same anymore

I've been running in your direction

For to long now

I've lost my own reflection

And I can't look down

If you're not there to catch me when I fall.

If this is the moment I stand here on my own

If this is my rite of passage that somehow leads me home

I might be afraid

But it's my turn to be brave

As I sang, I tried to convince myself that I was done with Finn. He was a thing of the past. But in order to put him behind me, I just needed to be brave.

All along all I ever wanted, was to be the light

When your life was daunting

But I can't see mine

When I feel as though you're pushing me away

Well who's to blame, are we making the right choices

Cause we can't be sure if we're hearing our own voices

As we close the door even though we are so desperate to stay

Finn had been all I wanted for two and a half years now. I always knew it wasn't good for me, that I should be chasing after someone who couldn't reciprocate my feelings. But I wanted him so much.

And I might still cry

And I might still bleed

These thorns in my side

This heart on my sleeve

And lightening may strike

This ground at my feet

And I might still crash

But I still believe

This wasn't going to be easy, I was sure of that. It was possibly going to be the hardest thing I'd ever had to go through. But I had to keep my head up. I had to believe in myself.

This is the moment I stand here all alone

With everything I have inside, everything I own

I might be afraid

But it's my turn to be brave

If this is the last time before we say goodbye

At least it's the first day of the rest of my life

I can't be afraid

Cause it's my turn to be brave

Goodbye, Finn. I was moving on. The thought was absolutely terrifying, but I had to be brave. That was all it took.

I played the last chord and smiled to myself for the first time in what felt like forever.

Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it so far. The song is "Brave" by the wonderful and fabulous Idina Menzel.