Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, but I do own Kurt's whack-a-mole slapping abilities.

A/N: See? I told you guys I was back! :) I know it's been a short while since ch. 8 was up, and I appreciate all the reviews you guys left-it's so great to know that people are sticking with me on this and continuing to read! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and please don't forget to submit a review! It's so greatly appreciated to see what you guys think! So, now that Finn and Kurt are... "together" or at least have gotten all their feelings out in the open, we will be exploring their relationship from here...another pair I really like is Brittany and Santana, so look for them possibly in here and definitely in the future! Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

Chapter 9

"Kurt?" Kurt heard a voice whisper in his ear, gently. "Kurt? It's time to get up...well, it was never really time to go to sleep but..."

Blinking one eye open, Kurt saw Finn towering over him, causing Kurt to jerk up suddenly, noticing that he was tangled in Finn's sheets on his bed.

"What just happened?" Kurt rubbed his head, thinking. "Please tell me I didn't just dream that all...I mean...we kissed right?" Finn chuckled, a smile on his face as he knelt down and took Kurt's hand.

"We definitely kissed," Finn chuckled, gazing gently at Kurt. Then, Kurt noticed the unmistakable gleam in Finn's eyes. "We kissed, it was perfect; beautiful...then you suddenly started making funny noises," Kurt flushed at this, but Finn only chuckled and went on. "Kurt Hummel, you are the only guy I know who could be in the middle of a kiss and literally fall asleep on the spot."

"You are kidding me," Kurt said, untangling himself from the sheets and standing up. "That can't be right, there's no way I just passed out like that."

"I'm not kidding, dude," Finn started laughing. "We kissed for maybe two minutes before you just slumped and started snoring in my ear. Oh hey, it's not big deal, we will just chalk it up to emotional stress got the best of you," Finn ruffled Kurt's hair. "The classic 'Damsel in distress rescued by the Hero and fainting in his arms.'"

"A very active imagination you have," Kurt smiled. "I guess I'm just glad it wasn't a dream...what smells so good?" Kurt's nose seemed to perk up and he sniffed the air. Finn just laughed again.

"I made dinner you goof," Finn said, very proud of himself. "You would know that if you just stayed upstairs instead of making this a classic love scene and locking yourself down here—I had to MacGuyver the door open with just a screwdriver!"

Kurt smiled, he felt warm inside. He thought he would be more hesitant with this new wave of feelings that Finn had chosen to just suddenly drop on him. It just felt right, and although Kurt couldn't put his finger on it, he was happy for the first time in a long time.

"Well," Kurt said, brushing himself off. "I'm hungry now so I suggest we go upstairs and enjoy that dinner you said I would love."

"Sounds good to me," Finn smiled and took Kurt's hand in his, leading him up the stairs. "But there's a 'no judgments' policy on this dinner. It's not as good as the stuff you make, but I tried really hard to make it good enough for you."

"I'm sure it will be just fine," Kurt said, following Finn upstairs to the kitchen.

Finn was a real gentleman, pulling out a chair for Kurt, even though Kurt told him twice he didn't have to. Finn set a bowl of the soup down in front of Kurt before serving himself. The aroma itself was enough to make Kurt's stomach growl in anticipation. Kurt slowly brought a spoonful to his mouth and found it to be surprisingly very good, and despite the fact that it was vegetables and chicken stock mostly, it wasn't a boring dish at all.

"This is good," Kurt nodded at Finn, taking another spoonful. "It's really good. I mean like, really good!"

"Relax dude," Finn smiled, trying to brush off the compliment. "It's vegetable soup. It's not a fancy dish that you can't find anywhere else."

"Yeah, but who is going to be able to make it taste this good? I'm serious Finn," Kurt couldn't help but take spoonful after spoonful. "This is good and you should really consider making dinner more often."

"Oh, is that so?" Finn chuckled. "Not just trying to get out of having to make dinner all the time now, are we?"

"Maybe a little bit," Kurt said, putting down his spoon before he devoured the entire bowl in front of him.

"Well, I'm down with that," Finn began to eat his food, which truthfully wasn't bad. He found that, even with all the coordination it took him to eat, he was staring at Kurt the entire time. Kurt seemed to be looking out the window, watching the snow fall as the sky danced with the colors of being in between night and day. Eventually, Kurt met Finn's eyes, and smiled, giggling.

"What are you looking at, Hudson?" Kurt's eyes danced a little bit, filling Finn with a warmth that spread to his face, causing him to turn, just ever so slightly, a light shade of pink.

"You," Finn said, almost with a little stutter. "Guess I couldn't help it...but then, your bedhead is pretty distracting right now." Kurt's eyes went wide and he began to furiously try to fix his hair. Finn, chuckling, went over and gently straightened out Kurt's hair, before ruffling it in a way that made it into a bad-looking mohawk.

"Finn!" Kurt said, trying to hide his smile and trying to push Finn aside. "You're going to-you can't just-" Kurt grabbed both of Finn's hands and tried to push him out of the way. Finn pushed back gently, but was still large enough compared to his small opponent that Kurt almost fell out of his chair because of the weight difference. Finn reached out and caught him, hauling him to his feet. Refusing to admit defeat or acknowledge any help, Kurt still wiggled in Finn's grip. Smiling, Finn reached over and straightened Kurt's hair again, this time just leaving it as it was, tracing his fingers down the soft, delicate side of Kurt's face. Kurt smiled up at him, leaning up on his tiptoes to kiss him, but stopping just inches from Finn's lips, letting out a breath that was almost like a sigh before pulling away. Finn let out a heavy sigh, smiling down at Kurt and shaking his head.

"That was not nice," Finn said, turning a little red and trying to keep his chuckle in. Kurt giggled and pushed Finn back, making him sit in the chair near them. Sitting in the chair, Finn was eye level with Kurt, who was still enjoying his position of power.

"Had to get you down to my height," Kurt said, running his fingers through Finn's hair. "Leaning up to kiss you all the time is going to give me calf muscles like a Hungarian shot-putter." Finn arched an eyebrow, as if he was letting the image of Kurt with bulging calf muscles was lingering in his mind.

"I could get used to that," Finn's smiled. "I bet you'd be the fastest runner on the football team."

Kurt leaned in, and kissed Finn gently at first, before leaning in further and parting his lips. Finn, who was normally a leader and not a follower, parted his lips and felt Kurt's tongue slip in and explore his mouth. Finn leaned forward, so used to being the "man" in these situations and returned the gesture. There were a couple instances where Finn almost got up out of the chair, forgetting that he would be much taller than Kurt, but Kurt still managed to keep him sitting down The kiss wasn't like any other kiss Finn had experienced, it was simple but beautiful and for once Finn felt like he didn't have to prove himself in any way. Finn was able to be in the moment of that kiss, he didn't have to think about anything, he could just do what felt natural. As he felt Kurt's soft lips pull away from his, Finn lingered in the moment, eyes closed, breathing in and exhaling as he opened his eyes. Kurt was looking back at him, an innocent smile on his face.

"Look at you, Kurt Hummel," Finn smiled and took Kurt's hand in his. "You just made out with the start quarterback of the football team, and you didn't randomly fall asleep this time."

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"I'll wash, you dry," Finn said, taking the pots and dishes from dinner and placing them in the sink. Rolling up his sleeves, Finn added soap before turning on the faucet and scrubbing the remnants from their 'romantic dinner' off the dishes. Kurt, grabbing a towel and leaning up against the counter, grabbed dishes as they were set down, drying them and saying, "Squeeky clean!" as he finished drying and putting them away.

When all was said and done, Kurt sat at the counter while Finn grabbed a glass of water and leaned against the counter while he drank. Taking a look at the kitchen, he admired their effort at cleaning up, something he never would have done if he was just living with his mother who insisted on cleaning everything up herself.

"Damn, our parents are gonna be so proud of us when they get home, making dinner and everything-"

"Oh God," Kurt's heart skipped a beat as reality hit him like a brick wall. "Oh my God-!"

"What?" Finn asked, seeing Kurt's face turning red, then incredibly pale. "What's wrong? Are you choking?" Finn went over to pat Kurt on the back but Kurt turned to face him and grabbed his arms as if to steady himself.

"Our parents," Kurt said, taking a sharp breath in. "Oh God-oh shit Finn, our parents!" Kurt started lightly hitting Finn's arm.

"What about them?" Finn asked, trying to read what Kurt was trying to tell him.

"Finn," Kurt finally was able to calm down just enough to stare right into Finn's eyes, his gorgeous eyes. "Our parents are dating...they are thinking about marriage...Finn you can't date your brother." Finn finally understood and reality sunk in.

"Shit..." Finn slowly slumped into a chair nearby. All the moments, all the fights and the make-ups and the talks and the hugs...and that kiss...what was it all for now? "...how did we forget about this? I mean, wasn't this like the driving force of why we wanted to be so careful to begin with?"

"We got lost in all that stupid emotional crap," Kurt said, sadness written all over his face. "We let our minds believe we could make it work by shoving away any and all thought that we might be related soon."

"Well," Finn shrugged, still clinging on to the idea. "I mean, it's not like we're blood related or anything..."

"Don't play the semantics game with me," Kurt looked at Finn. "Please don't...this was supposed to be a happy moment and now..."

"Now what?" Finn asked gently, moving closer to Kurt.

"Now it's just harder." Kurt managed to say. "We should have never tried to think we could do this Finn, it's not going to end well and I don't want to lose everything because of this-"

"Kurt," Finn grabbed Kurt by the shoulders, gently moving his hands to Kurt's elbows. "Don't freak out, ok? Let's just take this one step at a time."

"Finn," Kurt looked almost desperate now. "what are we going to do about it? Wait until our parents get home and say 'Well, we know you guys wanted to spend the rest of your lives together, but we found out we like each other so we are gonna date anyway'? You know that won't work, and we can't just make our parents stop their plans of getting married if that's what they want to do."

"I know," Finn said, his mind still wrapping around the concept. "But who knows? I mean, it's not an absolute thing that they will want to be married still, right?"

"Finn-"

"I mean, Jesus, they could come back from this trip and realize that they hate each other-"

"Finn, I don't think that's going to happen-"

"I know, my mom thinks 'hate' is a strong word too...still, it might not work out...right?"

At this point, Finn was looking for something, anything that could convince him that all the time and all the courage it took him to finally be honest with himself and Kurt wasn't all for nothing.

"If only it worked that way," Kurt slid his hand into Finn's, interlacing their fingers and pulling Finn closer to him. "Don't get me wrong, I wish there was another way we could go about this...but I just don't think realistically it will just happen that our parents decide not to go through with their plans."

"So what are we supposed to do?" Finn asked. "I can't be with anyone else but you, and I won't be...I'm not like you, I'm new at this and-"

Kurt leaned up and kissed Finn on the cheek, just a gentle kiss that got the message across.

"I know," Kurt said, nodding. "I know this isn't an easy thing for either of us to think about. So, what do you suggest we do?" Finn shook his head.

"I think we continue and wait until our parents get home and see if they really plan on going through with this 'marriage' thing. If they do, then we can do whatever you want...but if they don't, we stay together." Kurt caressed Finn's hand and smiled up at the quarterback. If nothing else but desperate, Finn was also determined, and loyal. Finn leaned down and put his forehead on Kurt's, gently letting out a sigh. "Is it bad that I secretly hope that we can stay together?"

"Depends on how you look at it," Kurt said, rubbing Finn's arm. "You want us to be together, not for our parents to be unhappy, so I'd say what you're hoping for is a good thing...it just might have to come at the expense of something else."

Finn opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a knock at the door. Letting go of Kurt's hand, the two boys took a deep breath and went to go open the door. Kurt's heart stopped in his chest when he opened the door.

"D-d-Dad?" Kurt half asked half sputtered as Burt Hummel and Carole Hudson walked through the door, Finn standing there looking pale.

"Surprise!" Carole smiled, hugging each of the boys tightly. "We were able to catch a flight home early, we had to spend more than we hoped for-"

"-But we beat the storm home, and that's what's important." Burt finished her sentence for her, before picking up his things and heading up the stairs to set them down in his room.

"So, how have you boys been while we were gone?" Carole smiled. "Finn, honey, you look a little pale, are you sick?"

"No, Mom," Finn snapped back to his senses. "Just didn't expect to see you guys home so soon-couldn't you have called?"

"Oh we were going to dear, but we wanted to surprise you two," Carole gave her son a tight squeeze. "There's been a lot on our minds lately, so we had to think some things through and here we are!"

"Mom, what if we were doing something-important?" Finn asked, his face tense.

"Well dear," Carole said, noticing the tension in her son's face. "No one's stopping you from carrying about your business." Yeah, right, Finn thought. "Well, I'm going to bring my things upstairs to the guest room," Carole began to pick up her things. "You boys just, make yourselves comfortable, we'll all sit down for a good talk as soon as Burt and I are finished un-packing."

Kurt and Finn looked at each other before heading into the living room and sitting on the couch.

"Well, now or never," Kurt said softly to Finn.

"I know," Finn had a blank stare on his face. "What if they come downstairs and tell us they've set a date to get married? Do we even tell them about...us?"

"I don't know," Kurt replied, shaking his head. "I didn't know that we would have so little time to deal with this."

Both boys sat in silence for the next 10 minutes, before Carole and Burt walked into the room. Burt took a seat in his recliner, letting out a sigh and fidgeted in the chair, trying to find that one perfect spot that would ease his travelling pains. Carole sat comfortably on the edge of the loveseat in the room, her legs neatly crossed, her posture aligned, hands folded in her lap, facing the boys.

"So," Burt broke the short silence. "House looks nice, you guys kept up with cleaning it, always a good thing."

"Did you boys do anything fun while we were gone?" Carole almost immediately broke into the conversation. "I hope you weren't stuck inside cleaning the whole time we were gone."

"We got out of the house a few times," Finn said, blandly. "Nothing really out of the ordinary." Finn glanced at Kurt after he said that, Kurt was looking down at the floor.

"Did you guys hang out with your friends from Glee club or something?" Burt seemed to be directing the question at Kurt, as if he noticed that Kurt was looking down this entire time.

"Yeah," Kurt said, clearing his throat. "Yeah Dad, it was really fun. Finn made dinner tonight, it was really good."

"Good," Burt nodded, still looking over at his son, as if he suspected something. "Well Finn, Kurt, I'm glad you guys had some fun and didn't burn the house to the ground. I think I'm going to go get a beer."

"Burt," Carole said, staring down Burt Hummel before he could even get up from his chair. "We're going to have to tell them sooner or later, we might as well just get it all out now while we have their attention."

"Tell us what?" Kurt asked, looking up, his eyes wide as if he dreaded what they were about to tell them. Finn, however, could tell something was up with his Mom, something about how she sat in a different chair, and how her posture was somewhat firm instead of the relaxed normal feeling she had around Burt Hummel normally.

Burt let out a breath and sat back down in his chair, adjusting his sitting position again, and again before Carole glanced at him and he sat up and faced the boys. With both sets of eyes from their parents staring at them, it was an intense moment for Kurt and Finn, who were already tense enough with their own things to tell their parents.

"Burt and I," Carole started, taking a small moment to pause to see if she could word it nicer before realizing she couldn't. "We've decided...we talked about it and...the whole reason we took this vacation was to-"

"We've decided to see other people," Burt cut in, noticing Carole's inability to finish her thought. Finn and Kurt blinked, not sure how to take this news since it held both positive and negative emotions attached to it.

"What do you mean?" Kurt went with his first reaction, which surprised Finn, who was thinking that things were at least looking up for them. "I thought you guys were in the prime of your dating, talking about marriage and becoming a family? Dad, you yelled at Finn and put so much pressure on him to be more of a 'brother' to me, and now it's not working out for you two?"

"Now son," Burt chuckled leaned forward and patted Kurt's shoulders. "I know you would like to have taken the credit for setting Carole and I up, and it does go to you. Just because it ultimately failed does not mean you're a bad match maker. Sometimes, things just don't work out the way we plan them to and we just need to test the waters and see if they are safe enough for us to swim in."

"Oh please, that's a tired old cliché!" Kurt said, eyes wide. "There's no way you guys were all good and going off on a vacation, then you come home and suddenly, it's not working out and you're seeing other people. That's what doesn't work here."

"Well, we didn't want to tell you this before we left," Carole was finally able to put her words into complete phrases. "The reason we took this vacation was to see how we would interact living together. And-"

"-And we're just too different," Burt cut in again. "Carole is adventurous, she wants to see the sights, and take a million pictures and scrapbook about them for hours back at the house."

"And Burt wants to stay inside, leave all the doors unlocked which I don't have to explain how dangerous that is, drink a beer and talk about how a car engine can relate to every facet of life."

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to get outside of the house and take a random trip to see Niagra Falls," Burt began.

"And there's nothing wrong with being an intelligent business man who has passion for life and car engines," Carole continued, laughing slightly, looking over at Burt.

"We're just too different people with different goals and different wants and needs," Burt said, smiling back at Carole. "It doesn't mean we don't care about each other, it just means that we can't live together."

There seemed to be a silence that permeated with awkward feelings that stood in the air for a good five minutes before Finn broke the silence.

"I think what Kurt and I are trying to absorb here is that we've all been living together for a while, why did you guys tell us about this before?"

"We always had different things going on," Carole replied, reaching over and placing her hand on Finn's. "We had work, you two had school. We had to take this trip to see what life would be like when you two are out of the house, out living your lives, and we are both here, by ourselves and living out our golden years."

"Bottom line is that it just wouldn't work out," Burt said, trying to gently put his foot down without crushing the boys' spirits. "Finn, I still would appreciate it if you would look after Kurt, and still be his in his life if he ever needs a guy to talk to about...things...whatever it is you kids talk about these days."

"Where will we live?" Finn asked the question as soon as it popped into his head, looking at his mother. "We sold our old house to move in here, are we going to have to pack up all our stuff again and find a different place to live?"

"You and your mom will be staying here," Burt replied, looking over at Carole. "At least until you guys can find another place you can afford. Your Mom always liked the feel of the guest room, so I said she could have it until you guys could find another place, as long as you don't mind staying in the basement for a while longer, Finn," Finn shook his head, and again as if for emphasis. "And I told your Mom you're both welcome here any time, this place is always open, since Kurt and I can't seem to remember to lock the doors."

"Or the windows," Carole laughed, and Burt chuckled along with her, as if they were good friends having some good playful banter.

"Does that mean eventually I would have to leave?" Finn asked, and both adults got a small laugh out of his comment, before realizing he was serious and looking at the boys with confusion.

"What do you mean, honey?" Carole asked, her eyes seemed to be disecting Finn, taking him apart to find out what was really going on inside of him.

"I mean just that," Finn said, trying to sound serious. "Does this mean that if you find another place for us to move, I have to move out and leave...everything I've gotten used to here..."

"Well, we figured you would realize that it would mean that," Carole said, smiling but still wondering what her son was up to. "I mean Finn, dear, I know it's a lot to adjust to after just having to adjust to things here, but-"

"-but we figured you two would be able to be good friends and live apart," Burt said, as he stared at Kurt with the same confusion and same careful gaze. "I mean, like I said Finn," Burt turned slightly to look Finn directly in the eyes, causing Finn to blink as if now he felt both sets of eyes closing in on him. "You are welcome here any time, but it's not like I can charge you rent or anything to stay here." Burt chuckled at the last part, trying to joke around and lighten the mood.

"Yes you can," Finn said, completely missing the joking tone in Burt's voice.

"Finn, honey," Carole, went over and sat on the edge of the sofa, patting Finn on the back. "You can't just invite yourself to live in Burt's house."

"Why not?" Finn looked around from one parent to the other. "If I'm paying rent, helping Burt around the house or at the business, doing anything that Kurt can't do because he isn't interested or is too small to do, no offense Kurt."

"None taken," Kurt said arching an eyebrow at Finn.

"Finn, I really appreciate you wanting to stay and help me at the car shop," Burt said, looking at Finn. "But I can't take you away from your mother, she needs you to with her, to be that man in charge in her life-"

"-well let's not get carried away Burt," Carole broke in. "Finn, you have done so much and made sure I was happy after your father died, but sweety, if there's something you need to tell me, it's ok. All this talk of staying here with Burt and Kurt makes me think that maybe you're scared to leave all your friends," Finn raised his eyebrows, did she almost pick up on what he was hiding before heading in the opposite direction with it? "Finn, honey, you know I would let you finish out high school here." Carole rubbed Finn's arm, trying to comfort him.

"It's not that," Finn said abruptly. "I mean, I'm glad you don't wanna move too far away Mom...it's just, I don't want to leave this. I don't want to leave what I have here, I like it."

"So maybe we can visit once in a while," Carole tried to pacify her son, looking at Burt who nodded as if to say he was all for the idea.

"That won't be enough for me," Finn said, shaking his head. "I like my new house, I like my bed...I like Kurt." Finn couldn't believe he just blurted that out. Looking over at Kurt, who was a deep shade of red, his eyes gazing wildly at Finn's.

"Well, I'm glad," Carole said, still not picking up completely on what Finn meant. "I'm sure you will see Kurt at school and both he and Burt will be welcome at our new apartment, but Finn, honey, we will still be staying here until then-"

"No Mom," Finn looked his mother straight in the eye. "I don't think you get it. I like Kurt. I really like him Mom...I want to be with him, like, his boyfriend."

The moment it finally clicked, Carole's face went blank, as if she was sent into orbit and was slowly circling the earth, trying to pick up a satellite signal. Burt, on the other hand, was staring at Kurt, as if to believe his son had some supernatural power to turn straight boys gay.

"Well, Finn...honey," Carole finally had her feet planted on solid ground after a couple minutes of silence. "You know I love you and I support you no matter what, but I have to ask this...are you sure you are gay?"

"I'm not gay," Finn said, almost immediately, causing Burt to arch an eyebrow as if to say 'oh, really?', but Finn just brushed it off. "I'm not gay, but I like Kurt. I still like girls, at least, I think I do...I don't know," Finn threw his hands up in the air. "I don't know what I am, but I'm in no rush to label myself so for now I'm telling you I like Kurt, I really like him."

"Well of course I'm here to support you," Carole said, nodding her head and trying to be as supportive as she could with all of the information she had to take in. "I guess I'm just shocked this happened in the time we were gone. I'm not saying that's bad, just saying, it's a bit surprising is all."

"Surprising like you guys telling us that after living together and talk of marriage that all of a sudden it's not working out?" Finn asked, not wanting to be rude to his mother, but asking a serious question. Nevertheless, Finn knew that his tone of voice was less than polite, and he braced himself for his mom to come back and scold him.

"Fair enough," Burt said after being quiet through most of this part of the conversation. "I didn't know you...'swung that way' Finn, but if you're happy with my son, then..."

"Dad..." Kurt looked at his Dad, knowing that this was hard for him to take in, too.

"You're my son, Kurt," Burt said, looking over to Kurt. "I want you to be happy. You had a crush on Finn, he turned you away, called you some names. I just want you to be happy though, and if Finn makes you happy and Finn is sure he feels this way about you—-"

"More than anything," Finn said, looking directly at Burt. "I care so much for Kurt, I don't want to have to leave him behind and only see him during school and a couple days out of the week. I want to be near him as often as I can, even if it just means I'm there for him just if he needs me to be...at least then I'll be there, I can be happy with just being with him." Finn smiled, and Kurt almost felt the tears welling up in his eyes, but he just couldn't help from smiling back at Finn. Reaching out his hand slowly, Kurt took Finn's hand in his, interlacing their fingers and giving Finn's hand a tight squeeze.

"Well," Carole looked at her son and Kurt. "I guess maybe this means we're gonna be a family after all." Everyone in the room shared in a good laugh, and Carole smiled and stroked Finn's head, as if she was still caring for her little boy. "I'm so proud of you," she said, smiling at her son. "I'm so glad you could feel comfortable telling us this...it does mean we might have to think of what we will be doing when we move out, I'm still taking you with me," Carole held up her hand, seeing Finn's reaction. "I still need my son in my life, but I'm sure that if you and Kurt are still feeling this way when the time comes, we can work something out with Burt with you coming over a few times a week, or Kurt can come to see us. We will figure all that out when the time comes, though." Carole leaned forward and kissed her son's forhead before getting up. "Well," she said, stretching ever-so-slightly and smiling. "I'm tired from our trip and all this..information. I'm going to go to bed, I will see you all in the morning."

"I'll be doing the same thing," Burt said, getting up and walking over towards where Carole was standing. "I'm happy you boys are happy, just...look out for each other." Burt gave Kurt a hug and stopped at Finn. Looking down at the quarterback, Burt seemed to be trying to read Finn, making sure he wasn't up to anything that would hurt Kurt in any way. Burt seemed subdued when Carole put her hand on his shoulder, and he clapped Finn on the back a few times before heading up the stairs to his room, Carole following and heading to the guest room.

The two boys sat on the couch, neither one moving, their hands still intertwined in each other's, their eyes looking from where Burt sat, to where Carole was sitting, to each other.

"Did that actually just happen?" Finn asked, as if confused.

"It did," Kurt said, squeezing Finn's hand. "It was really fast, and I think we might have confused the hell out of your mom and my dad, but it definitely did just happen."

"So...we can still be together, right? There aren't any questions involving that fancy 's' word you used before?"

"No," Kurt giggled. "No, 'semantics' don't have anything to do with it now because our parents aren't dating anymore." Noticing he was smiling and giggling, Kurt stopped. Why would be feel happy about his Dad's situation?

"It's like you said," Finn looked at him, grinning from ear to ear. "It's not that we didn't want our parents to be happy with each other, we just wanted to be together. So, we're not happy they broke up, we're just happy that we can still like each other without it being all creepy 'brother-on-brother' stuff."

"Woah, we are not even approaching the anything 'on' anything else stage yet Hudson," Kurt laughed, moving closer to Finn. "I'm a classy lady, you can't just expect to be tapping this for free."

"Oh really?" Finn put an arm around Kurt and swung him over so that he was laying in Finn's lap. "I don't know any classy ladies who refer to sex as 'tapping that', Hummel." Kurt laughed and gazed up at Finn. Finn leaned down, his big beautiful eyes gazing into Kurt's, and tenderly kissed the soft lips of the boy in his lap. As he pulled away, an idea popped into Finn's head.

"I know you're a classy lady and all," Finn said, looking down at Kurt. "But maybe now that we're as close to 'official' as we can be at home, we can push the beds together...what do you say?" Kurt giggled.

"I say you seem to want to get ahead of yourself," Kurt looked up at Finn as he said this. "But I guess it doesn't mean we can't try it out for a night or two."

Burt seemed to appear out of nowhere as Kurt got up to head down to the bedroom.

"Forgot something," Burt gave a short reply to Kurt's glance. "Goodnight, son." Kurt hugged his father again and turned to smile at Finn, who gave him a lop-sided grin as he watched Kurt dissapear down to their room, getting up to follow him. Burt stuck a hand up, stopping Finn in his tracks. "Let's talk." Was all Burt offered, and Finn was getting tense. Did Burt really approve of the two boys dating or was he about to unload on Finn, telling him he didn't want him anywhere near his son. "Relax," Burt seemed to notice how tense Finn was getting. "I'm really happy for you guys Finn, but just because you both live in the same house, don't think there won't be rules around here."

"I completely understand," Finn said, trying to make the conversation go as quickly as possible so he could get downstairs to Kurt. Burt nodded, got up, and motioned for Finn to stay put as he went into the other room. Burt returned with two extra blankets, a pillow, and a smile on his face. Finn suddenly knew what Burt was going to tell him.

"I guess we know who is sleeping on the couch tonight." Burt said with a smile, handing Finn the blankets and pillow. "Think of it as I just gave you the tools to make your new bed."

A/N: Yay another chapter done! I really hope you guys liked it! Thanks a million to one of my best friends in the world (since elementary school!), and a very talented writer herself, Scorpion29—check out her account-She has read all my chapters and is currently serving as my Beta Reader, she is amazing! Please please PLEASE submit a review on the way out, Chapter 10 to follow after some reviews are posted! Thanks guys! :)