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Fic - Just What I Need, chapter 2 - I Think We're Alone Now
Title: Just What I Need, chapter 2 - I Think We're Alone Now
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Finn/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: At Rachel's party, Blaine starts hitting on Finn who's surprised to realize he really likes it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or True Blood (I don't even watch it).
Notes: Chapter title is from I Think We're Alone Now, by Tiffany.
Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sunshine_flying for her tall actor suggestion.
Fill for this prompt on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
beyond_dapper
The end is inspired by those lyrics from the 3OH!3 song Double Vision:
I'm thinking maybe I can't have relationships
'Cause lately they're not making any sense
and baby you're the one thing on my mind
Part 1 is here.
It’s been a few weeks since the party, and Finn hadn’t seen Blaine again. Kurt and him had had a fight about what happened with Rachel, and that was why Blaine didn’t come by their house anymore.
Finn missed him, though. He was pretty sure Blaine wouldn’t be interested in him while sober, but he couldn’t wait to see him again, just to be sure.
One day, he came home from football practice to find Kurt and Blaine in the living room, watching a DVD or something. Kurt was laughing at Blaine, who was blushing. He threw a pillow at Kurt, trying to defend himself.
“What? I think that Alex Skarsgård is hot, that’s all!”
Kurt was laughing so hard he could barely speak.
“Because he’s tall! I just find it hilarious that someone as short as you inevitably crushes on any guy who’s more than six feet tall!”
At this very moment, they both noticed Finn standing in the doorframe, trying to look like he wasn’t eavesdropping.
“Oh, err, hi Finn,” Blaine said, his blush darkening even more.
“Can I help you?” Kurt asked, visibly annoyed by Finn’s presence. “We’re trying to watch True Blood, here.”
Finn couldn’t answer; he was trying to make eye contact with Blaine, who was squirming in his seat, looking as if he was both trying to find something to say and a way to escape.
Finally, Blaine scooted on the couch towards Kurt, and looked at Finn with hope filled eyes.
“Maybe you want to join us?” He motioned at the spot he’d just left on the couch. Finn sat down – a little too close to Blaine – before Kurt could say anything, but he noticed he didn’t look pleased with this turn of events.
Finn wasn’t really good at understanding stories or plots, and it didn’t help that he walked in right in the middle of an episode. He didn’t get what was going on on the screen, but he was too distracted by Blaine to even care.
So, Blaine liked tall guys. Finn watched the screen to see the guy they were talking about before – that Alex with a weird name. He figured he looked pretty tall, probably close to his own height.
Maybe he was wrong about the fact that Blaine hit on him only because he was drunk. If he liked tall guys, Finn definitely had a chance, right?
A chance to do what, he didn’t know. He had no idea where he wanted this to go. Up until a few weeks ago, he’d thought himself completely straight, so he hadn’t really think about what he wanted to do now that he’d found his exception.
He decided he’d worry about that later. For now, he’d just try to see if Blaine was into him at all. That proved to be easier said than done, though; with Kurt sitting on the other side of Blaine, Finn didn’t dare being too obvious about his intentions.
He leaned towards Blaine, though, their shoulders almost brushing, but not quite, and waited to see if Blaine would notice.
He seemed to, and shifted in his seat so that their shoulders were actually resting against each other. The contact sent sparks flying through his body and his fingers twitched, brushing against Blaine’s thigh. Blaine gasped, but managed to pass it as a cough so Kurt wouldn’t notice.
Finn really liked being able to make Blaine gasp like that. It was like he had some sort of power over him, and the thought of it turned him on way too much. He tentatively ran a finger on the outside of Blaine’s thigh, to see if he could do it again. Blaine’s reaction was more controlled this time: he only bit his lips, eyes half closed, but Finn thought it was even hotter. He played like this for the rest of the episode, caressing Blaine’s side and watching his reactions.
When the episode ended, Kurt stood up.
“Blaine, I don’t want to be rude, but I have to leave, I told Mercedes I’d go shopping with her, remember?”
Blaine nodded and stood up too, but Finn could tell he didn’t want to leave. And frankly, he didn’t want him to leave either.
“Wanna watch a game?” he asked, proud to have come up with an idea that was believable and not too obvious.
Blaine face lighted up as though he wanted nothing more than spending the rest of the day there with Finn.
“That would be nice,” he said.
Turning to Kurt, he asked:
“You don’t mind if I stay here with Finn, do you?”
Kurt hesitated a bit before saying:
“No, not at all!” He smiled, but Finn knew him well enough to notice that the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He left after saying a quick goodbye. At first, Finn felt bad for him, but then Blaine sat back next to him on the couch, and Finn forgot all about Kurt.
He reached for the remote – which had been on Kurt’s side of the couch, so he had to stretch over Blaine to get it. Neither of them minded that very much, but they were still shy with each other, so Finn pulled back awkwardly, whispering “sorry”.
He flicked through the channels, trying to find some sports network. He found one showing a basketball game, and Blaine grabbed his wrist to keep him from changing the channel.
“Nice! Leave it, I love basketball!”
“Really? I thought you liked football better?”
“Yeah, uh, actually, I prefer basketball, because, uh – “
Blaine stopped talking, unable to finish his sentence. His face was getting redder and redder, and he looked everywhere but at Finn.
Finn understood at once, and he chuckled.
“Because the players are freaking tall, right?”
Blaine’s eyes widened.
“You – you heard?”
Finn nodded.
“About that guy on the vampire show? Yeah. Didn’t mean to eavesdrop, man.”
He gave a sorry smile, shrugging.
Blaine seemed to relax when he saw that Finn didn’t find him creepy or something.
For a while, they both stayed focused on the screen, silent except for some comments on the game. During a commercial break, Finn turned to Blaine, and innocently asked:
“So, you like tall guys?”
Blaine looked caught off-guard, but he still answered with a nod.
“Any particular reason?” Finn was curious. Really, he was. Oh, and maybe he wanted to find a way to make something happen between them.
Blaine shrugged.
“The way a tall guy can pull you against him and hold you, and he’s so tall you just feel lost in his embrace – I mean, not that I’ve ever tried, I don’t have much experience, but – “
He stopped talking when he saw Finn stand up next to him, holding out his arms. Blaine looked confused, but he stood up and let Finn pull him in a hug.
“Like this?” Finn whispered against the top of Blaine’s head.
He felt him let out a deep breath and nod. He shifted against Finn to get more comfortable, and dug his fingers in his back. Finn lifted a hand to bury it in Blaine’s hair. He couldn’t believe what was happening, it felt so good to hold him close.
They stayed liked this for a moment, neither of them wanting to break the embrace. Blaine tilted his head up, looking right into Finn’s eyes. Finn leaned in, as Blaine stood on tiptoes to close the distance between them.
Finn was kissing Blaine. Blaine was kissing Finn. They were kissing.
Finn could barely think, the only thing he knew was that it was awesome. He was finally doing what he’d been dreaming of for weeks, and it was way better than he’d wish for.
Blaine’s hands were now tugging at his shirt to get under it. Finn bit back a moan, and, breathing hard in Blaine’s ear, he whispered:
“Maybe we should go to my room?”
Blaine nodded fervently, eyes widening, and pulled him by the hand towards the stairs. They hurried to his room, those few seconds not making out feeling like hours. Once they got there, Finn closed the door behind him and pinned Blaine to it. He lifted him up and Blaine wrapped his legs around Finn’s waist.
They were both panting heavily. The kisses were sloppy and hungry, there was licking and biting and sucking, and it was the best Finn ever had. No restraining, no wondering if this or that was okay, he could just let go and let himself be lost in Blaine.
Blaine chuckled.
“I think I just found another reason to like tall guys. Being pressed up against a door like this is pretty hot.”
Finn chuckled too, but then he realized he had a huge hard-on, and that it was pressing against Blaine’s and his laugh transformed into a deep growl. Blaine shifted against him, a playful grin on his face, and the friction sent sparks through Finn’s cock to his whole body.
He grinded against Blaine, their cocks brushing together through the layers of clothes. Blaine closed his eyes and moaned, digging his nails into his skin. For a while, Finn couldn’t do anything but grind and watch Blaine moan and pant from all the pleasure.
It all became way too much for Finn, but he didn’t want it to stop yet, he loved seeing Blaine like that. He stopped grinding – Blaine looked disappointed – and threw him on the bed a bit too hard, but he didn’t seem to mind.
He started biting and licking at Blaine’s neck while desperately trying to undo his pants and take off his shirt at the same time. Blaine chuckled and sat up to take off his shirt while Finn did the same. He undid the button on Blaine’s pants, watching his eyes widened as he slipped a hand inside his boxers and wrapped his fingers around Blaine’s hard cock.
It was the first time Finn touched another guy’s dick, and it felt awesome. Because he could feel how hard Blaine was, just for him, and he could see just how much he liked it by the way he was biting his lip, eyes half-closed, reaching for Finn to kiss him again.
Finn caressed Blaine’s length slowly, exploring it and learning where to touch him to get him to gasp that way, or to moan this way. He began to pump harder, making Blaine draw a sharp breath and throw his head back. Finn couldn’t resist the skin and the inviting stubble of his neck and he went back to licking and nibbling on it. As Blaine’s moans and groans grew louder, Finn pumped harder, until Blaine was downright begging Finn to make him come. Two hard pumps and a sharp bite to his neck did the trick. Blaine arched his back, moaning Finn’s name, and spilled himself all over Finn’s hand and both their stomachs.
He fell back on the bed, pulling Finn close to him and breathing deeply into his neck. They stayed like this for a while, despite the sticky mess still spread between them. Blaine finally pushed Finn off him, to get him on his back.
“Dude, I’m sorry, was I crushing you?”
You were, but I love it.” Blaine winked. “I was just thinking that it was your turn to get some action…”
“You sure? You don’t have to – “
Blaine kissed him to shut him up.
“I want it so much, you have no idea.”
The look of total lust in Blaine’s eyes was enough to make him get hard again instantly. He was thankful when Blaine unfastened his pants: they were beginning to feel really tight against his hard-on.
Before he could know what was happening, Blaine had taken his cock into his mouth and was sucking on it as if his life depended on it. Finn was so not expecting this – he thought Blaine would simply return the handjob – so his hips jerked up and he almost choked Blaine.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, man!”
“It’s alright.” Blaine smiled softly before going back to sucking him.
Finn had never gotten a blowjob before, and it was amazing. Blaine kept eye contact through it all, and the look in his eyes was almost enough to make Finn come on the spot.
“Blaine,” he moaned. “I’m gonna – I’m gonna – soon – You have to stop – “
“Shh, I just wanna see you come, come for me, Finn…”
That did it. Blaine sucked harder, caressing his balls, and Finn dug his fingers in his scalp to warn him, his hips bucking again. Blaine stopped sucking; he bit into Finn’s thigh, and he took his cock in his hand, giving it a few pumps that sent Finn over the edge. He gripped Blaine’s shoulders and pulled him against him, muffling his groans into his neck as he rode through the most incredible orgasm he ever had.
Exhausted, they both fell asleep like this, not caring about the sticky and sweaty mess they were both covered in.
They were woken up about an hour later by the sound of Finn’s cell phone ringing. He reached for it in his pocket. It was Burt, who called to say he’d get home late that night. His mom was working the night shift, so they basically had the house to themselves for the evening.
Blaine stirred on top of him, and he tilted his head up to look at Finn.
“Hey.” He smiled.
“Hey. So…”
“So, what did that mean for you?” Blaine asked, looking both hopeful and afraid.
“Well, err, I liked it. Like, a lot. And it was my first time with a guy, but I hope it won’t be the last. With you, I mean.” Finn blushed. He still didn’t really know what he wanted, but he knew he wanted more of this, because he just couldn’t get enough of the way Blaine looked when they had sex.
“So what do you want us to be?”
“Well, lately, I was beginning to think that I couldn’t have relationships, because, you know, it failed horribly with both Quinn and Rachel, and it was so crazy and confusing. But with you, I mean, I can’t stop thinking about you, and it’s like so much simpler. And really, it should be confusing as hell, ‘cause you’re a dude, and all, but it isn’t. At all.”
“So, are you – are you gay?”
“Dunno. I don’t think so, I mean, I still dig chicks, and I’m not into any other dudes. So maybe you’re like, my exception, or something.”
Finn had never been really good with words, but it seemed like he got his point across, judging by Blaine’s sudden bright smile. Finn loved that he got to be the reason of it.
“So I’m thinking,” Finn continued, “we could be together, but, you know, lay low for a while, err, mainly for Kurt’s sake, you know.”
Blaine nodded, understanding. He pulled himself up to reach Finn’s cheek and spilled kisses on it.
“Did you say we had the house to ourselves?” Finn nodded. “I could use a shower,” Blaine added.
Finn could see in his eyes that cleaning wasn’t all he had in mind.
Chapter 3 is here.
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Finn/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: At Rachel's party, Blaine starts hitting on Finn who's surprised to realize he really likes it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or True Blood (I don't even watch it).
Notes: Chapter title is from I Think We're Alone Now, by Tiffany.
Thanks to
sunshine_flying for her tall actor suggestion. Fill for this prompt on
beyond_dapperThe end is inspired by those lyrics from the 3OH!3 song Double Vision:
I'm thinking maybe I can't have relationships
'Cause lately they're not making any sense
and baby you're the one thing on my mind
Part 1 is here.
It’s been a few weeks since the party, and Finn hadn’t seen Blaine again. Kurt and him had had a fight about what happened with Rachel, and that was why Blaine didn’t come by their house anymore.
Finn missed him, though. He was pretty sure Blaine wouldn’t be interested in him while sober, but he couldn’t wait to see him again, just to be sure.
One day, he came home from football practice to find Kurt and Blaine in the living room, watching a DVD or something. Kurt was laughing at Blaine, who was blushing. He threw a pillow at Kurt, trying to defend himself.
“What? I think that Alex Skarsgård is hot, that’s all!”
Kurt was laughing so hard he could barely speak.
“Because he’s tall! I just find it hilarious that someone as short as you inevitably crushes on any guy who’s more than six feet tall!”
At this very moment, they both noticed Finn standing in the doorframe, trying to look like he wasn’t eavesdropping.
“Oh, err, hi Finn,” Blaine said, his blush darkening even more.
“Can I help you?” Kurt asked, visibly annoyed by Finn’s presence. “We’re trying to watch True Blood, here.”
Finn couldn’t answer; he was trying to make eye contact with Blaine, who was squirming in his seat, looking as if he was both trying to find something to say and a way to escape.
Finally, Blaine scooted on the couch towards Kurt, and looked at Finn with hope filled eyes.
“Maybe you want to join us?” He motioned at the spot he’d just left on the couch. Finn sat down – a little too close to Blaine – before Kurt could say anything, but he noticed he didn’t look pleased with this turn of events.
Finn wasn’t really good at understanding stories or plots, and it didn’t help that he walked in right in the middle of an episode. He didn’t get what was going on on the screen, but he was too distracted by Blaine to even care.
So, Blaine liked tall guys. Finn watched the screen to see the guy they were talking about before – that Alex with a weird name. He figured he looked pretty tall, probably close to his own height.
Maybe he was wrong about the fact that Blaine hit on him only because he was drunk. If he liked tall guys, Finn definitely had a chance, right?
A chance to do what, he didn’t know. He had no idea where he wanted this to go. Up until a few weeks ago, he’d thought himself completely straight, so he hadn’t really think about what he wanted to do now that he’d found his exception.
He decided he’d worry about that later. For now, he’d just try to see if Blaine was into him at all. That proved to be easier said than done, though; with Kurt sitting on the other side of Blaine, Finn didn’t dare being too obvious about his intentions.
He leaned towards Blaine, though, their shoulders almost brushing, but not quite, and waited to see if Blaine would notice.
He seemed to, and shifted in his seat so that their shoulders were actually resting against each other. The contact sent sparks flying through his body and his fingers twitched, brushing against Blaine’s thigh. Blaine gasped, but managed to pass it as a cough so Kurt wouldn’t notice.
Finn really liked being able to make Blaine gasp like that. It was like he had some sort of power over him, and the thought of it turned him on way too much. He tentatively ran a finger on the outside of Blaine’s thigh, to see if he could do it again. Blaine’s reaction was more controlled this time: he only bit his lips, eyes half closed, but Finn thought it was even hotter. He played like this for the rest of the episode, caressing Blaine’s side and watching his reactions.
When the episode ended, Kurt stood up.
“Blaine, I don’t want to be rude, but I have to leave, I told Mercedes I’d go shopping with her, remember?”
Blaine nodded and stood up too, but Finn could tell he didn’t want to leave. And frankly, he didn’t want him to leave either.
“Wanna watch a game?” he asked, proud to have come up with an idea that was believable and not too obvious.
Blaine face lighted up as though he wanted nothing more than spending the rest of the day there with Finn.
“That would be nice,” he said.
Turning to Kurt, he asked:
“You don’t mind if I stay here with Finn, do you?”
Kurt hesitated a bit before saying:
“No, not at all!” He smiled, but Finn knew him well enough to notice that the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He left after saying a quick goodbye. At first, Finn felt bad for him, but then Blaine sat back next to him on the couch, and Finn forgot all about Kurt.
He reached for the remote – which had been on Kurt’s side of the couch, so he had to stretch over Blaine to get it. Neither of them minded that very much, but they were still shy with each other, so Finn pulled back awkwardly, whispering “sorry”.
He flicked through the channels, trying to find some sports network. He found one showing a basketball game, and Blaine grabbed his wrist to keep him from changing the channel.
“Nice! Leave it, I love basketball!”
“Really? I thought you liked football better?”
“Yeah, uh, actually, I prefer basketball, because, uh – “
Blaine stopped talking, unable to finish his sentence. His face was getting redder and redder, and he looked everywhere but at Finn.
Finn understood at once, and he chuckled.
“Because the players are freaking tall, right?”
Blaine’s eyes widened.
“You – you heard?”
Finn nodded.
“About that guy on the vampire show? Yeah. Didn’t mean to eavesdrop, man.”
He gave a sorry smile, shrugging.
Blaine seemed to relax when he saw that Finn didn’t find him creepy or something.
For a while, they both stayed focused on the screen, silent except for some comments on the game. During a commercial break, Finn turned to Blaine, and innocently asked:
“So, you like tall guys?”
Blaine looked caught off-guard, but he still answered with a nod.
“Any particular reason?” Finn was curious. Really, he was. Oh, and maybe he wanted to find a way to make something happen between them.
Blaine shrugged.
“The way a tall guy can pull you against him and hold you, and he’s so tall you just feel lost in his embrace – I mean, not that I’ve ever tried, I don’t have much experience, but – “
He stopped talking when he saw Finn stand up next to him, holding out his arms. Blaine looked confused, but he stood up and let Finn pull him in a hug.
“Like this?” Finn whispered against the top of Blaine’s head.
He felt him let out a deep breath and nod. He shifted against Finn to get more comfortable, and dug his fingers in his back. Finn lifted a hand to bury it in Blaine’s hair. He couldn’t believe what was happening, it felt so good to hold him close.
They stayed liked this for a moment, neither of them wanting to break the embrace. Blaine tilted his head up, looking right into Finn’s eyes. Finn leaned in, as Blaine stood on tiptoes to close the distance between them.
Finn was kissing Blaine. Blaine was kissing Finn. They were kissing.
Finn could barely think, the only thing he knew was that it was awesome. He was finally doing what he’d been dreaming of for weeks, and it was way better than he’d wish for.
Blaine’s hands were now tugging at his shirt to get under it. Finn bit back a moan, and, breathing hard in Blaine’s ear, he whispered:
“Maybe we should go to my room?”
Blaine nodded fervently, eyes widening, and pulled him by the hand towards the stairs. They hurried to his room, those few seconds not making out feeling like hours. Once they got there, Finn closed the door behind him and pinned Blaine to it. He lifted him up and Blaine wrapped his legs around Finn’s waist.
They were both panting heavily. The kisses were sloppy and hungry, there was licking and biting and sucking, and it was the best Finn ever had. No restraining, no wondering if this or that was okay, he could just let go and let himself be lost in Blaine.
Blaine chuckled.
“I think I just found another reason to like tall guys. Being pressed up against a door like this is pretty hot.”
Finn chuckled too, but then he realized he had a huge hard-on, and that it was pressing against Blaine’s and his laugh transformed into a deep growl. Blaine shifted against him, a playful grin on his face, and the friction sent sparks through Finn’s cock to his whole body.
He grinded against Blaine, their cocks brushing together through the layers of clothes. Blaine closed his eyes and moaned, digging his nails into his skin. For a while, Finn couldn’t do anything but grind and watch Blaine moan and pant from all the pleasure.
It all became way too much for Finn, but he didn’t want it to stop yet, he loved seeing Blaine like that. He stopped grinding – Blaine looked disappointed – and threw him on the bed a bit too hard, but he didn’t seem to mind.
He started biting and licking at Blaine’s neck while desperately trying to undo his pants and take off his shirt at the same time. Blaine chuckled and sat up to take off his shirt while Finn did the same. He undid the button on Blaine’s pants, watching his eyes widened as he slipped a hand inside his boxers and wrapped his fingers around Blaine’s hard cock.
It was the first time Finn touched another guy’s dick, and it felt awesome. Because he could feel how hard Blaine was, just for him, and he could see just how much he liked it by the way he was biting his lip, eyes half-closed, reaching for Finn to kiss him again.
Finn caressed Blaine’s length slowly, exploring it and learning where to touch him to get him to gasp that way, or to moan this way. He began to pump harder, making Blaine draw a sharp breath and throw his head back. Finn couldn’t resist the skin and the inviting stubble of his neck and he went back to licking and nibbling on it. As Blaine’s moans and groans grew louder, Finn pumped harder, until Blaine was downright begging Finn to make him come. Two hard pumps and a sharp bite to his neck did the trick. Blaine arched his back, moaning Finn’s name, and spilled himself all over Finn’s hand and both their stomachs.
He fell back on the bed, pulling Finn close to him and breathing deeply into his neck. They stayed like this for a while, despite the sticky mess still spread between them. Blaine finally pushed Finn off him, to get him on his back.
“Dude, I’m sorry, was I crushing you?”
You were, but I love it.” Blaine winked. “I was just thinking that it was your turn to get some action…”
“You sure? You don’t have to – “
Blaine kissed him to shut him up.
“I want it so much, you have no idea.”
The look of total lust in Blaine’s eyes was enough to make him get hard again instantly. He was thankful when Blaine unfastened his pants: they were beginning to feel really tight against his hard-on.
Before he could know what was happening, Blaine had taken his cock into his mouth and was sucking on it as if his life depended on it. Finn was so not expecting this – he thought Blaine would simply return the handjob – so his hips jerked up and he almost choked Blaine.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, man!”
“It’s alright.” Blaine smiled softly before going back to sucking him.
Finn had never gotten a blowjob before, and it was amazing. Blaine kept eye contact through it all, and the look in his eyes was almost enough to make Finn come on the spot.
“Blaine,” he moaned. “I’m gonna – I’m gonna – soon – You have to stop – “
“Shh, I just wanna see you come, come for me, Finn…”
That did it. Blaine sucked harder, caressing his balls, and Finn dug his fingers in his scalp to warn him, his hips bucking again. Blaine stopped sucking; he bit into Finn’s thigh, and he took his cock in his hand, giving it a few pumps that sent Finn over the edge. He gripped Blaine’s shoulders and pulled him against him, muffling his groans into his neck as he rode through the most incredible orgasm he ever had.
Exhausted, they both fell asleep like this, not caring about the sticky and sweaty mess they were both covered in.
They were woken up about an hour later by the sound of Finn’s cell phone ringing. He reached for it in his pocket. It was Burt, who called to say he’d get home late that night. His mom was working the night shift, so they basically had the house to themselves for the evening.
Blaine stirred on top of him, and he tilted his head up to look at Finn.
“Hey.” He smiled.
“Hey. So…”
“So, what did that mean for you?” Blaine asked, looking both hopeful and afraid.
“Well, err, I liked it. Like, a lot. And it was my first time with a guy, but I hope it won’t be the last. With you, I mean.” Finn blushed. He still didn’t really know what he wanted, but he knew he wanted more of this, because he just couldn’t get enough of the way Blaine looked when they had sex.
“So what do you want us to be?”
“Well, lately, I was beginning to think that I couldn’t have relationships, because, you know, it failed horribly with both Quinn and Rachel, and it was so crazy and confusing. But with you, I mean, I can’t stop thinking about you, and it’s like so much simpler. And really, it should be confusing as hell, ‘cause you’re a dude, and all, but it isn’t. At all.”
“So, are you – are you gay?”
“Dunno. I don’t think so, I mean, I still dig chicks, and I’m not into any other dudes. So maybe you’re like, my exception, or something.”
Finn had never been really good with words, but it seemed like he got his point across, judging by Blaine’s sudden bright smile. Finn loved that he got to be the reason of it.
“So I’m thinking,” Finn continued, “we could be together, but, you know, lay low for a while, err, mainly for Kurt’s sake, you know.”
Blaine nodded, understanding. He pulled himself up to reach Finn’s cheek and spilled kisses on it.
“Did you say we had the house to ourselves?” Finn nodded. “I could use a shower,” Blaine added.
Finn could see in his eyes that cleaning wasn’t all he had in mind.
Chapter 3 is here.
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Well, I didn't intend to continue further than that, but you are giving me some great ideas, so maybe I'll give it a shot!
I just gotta write my Artie/Kurt fic, before.
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