A/N: Again, thank you guys so much for reading this! I probably should be updating other things, but these are so much fun to write. Here's the second chapter. And, just to clarify, this is going to be a chapter fic that goes together, not just a bunch of oneshots. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A few months had passed and New Directions had managed to make it to Nationals and were currently getting ready to load the bus they were taking to Florida, where Nationals took place.

Mind you, this all took place at 2 in the morning.

The reactions of the club members to this could be measured on a scale from Rachel, who was positively chipper and showed no signs of being even remotely tired or fazed by this, to Puck, who looked like the walking dead.

"I think that's the last of the bags," Mr. Schue said, sounding extremely relieved, "You can load on now."

"Great!" Rachel said, pulling a reluctant Finn, her last minute bus buddy onto the bus with her. Yes, even high schoolers were forced to have bus buddies.

Puck rolled his eyes as Quinn practically yanked him up the stairs.

"Too early for this shit…" he mumbled.

Predictably, Mike and Matt, and Brittany and Santana followed, then Kurt and Mercedes and Tina and Artie, who ended up being able to ride the bus after all.

The bus ride was long and filled with a cutthroat game of BS, a battle of the blaring iPods, and, surprisingly, Puck only lunged to attack Kurt once the whole ride.

Once they got to the hotel they were staying at, Mr. Schuester announced whom they would be rooming with. Since it was a small hotel, they only had room for two people per room. "Puck and Artie, Mike and Matt, Finn and Kurt, Santana and Brittany, Quinn and Rachel, and Mercedes and Tina," he announced.

All the groups went to find their rooms. Kurt was ecstatic to learn that he would be rooming with Finn, while Finn was quite nervous about the whole ordeal. Especially when he learned there was only one bed for both of them.

When they saw this, Kurt looked down. "You can take the bed, I'll just sleep in the chair over there."

Not wanting to feel like a jerk, he said, "No, it's- it's fine. We can both fit."

"Ok," Kurt said softly.

Shortly after, everyone met back in the lobby. They had gotten there the day before nationals, so this was their day to enjoy Florida and revel in the fact that they had gotten here and were actually going to perform at Nationals. They went to dinner at a local pizza place, which featured an arcade, leading to a battle between the football players at who could get the highest score. Later, they went back to the hotel and hung out, trying to get some sleep before the big day.

The big day came and the club went to the building where the competition would be held. They performed and watched other groups perform. They ended up getting third place, which, considering the competition included the best glee clubs in the country, wasn't bad.

After a while of celebration, they had to go back to the hotel and Mr. Schue eventually forced everyone back to their respective rooms, since they had to leave early the next morning. However, the excitement meant that not many people were actually sleeping. That's what the bus ride home was for.

Kurt and Finn were currently laughing about some inside joke that had come up during their conversation. Despite all expectations, Finn found that rooming with Kurt hadn't been that bad and that he was actually really fun to hang out with.

Later on, Kurt said he was tired and was going to go get ready for bed.

"So early?" Finn asked, lounging back on the bed.

"Yes, Finn, some of us aren't used to staying up until the early hours of the morning," Kurt answered.

"It's only eleven," Finn pointed out.

"And we're leaving at six."

"Whatever."

After Kurt had gotten ready, he walked into the room. "Could you turn the TV off? I'm a very light sleeper."

"You'll have to pry the remote from my cold, dead hands," Finn said, not wanting to sleep.

"That can be arranged," Kurt laughed, before lunging for the remote.

After a while of rolling around trying to gain control of the remote, Finn had finally pinned Kurt down underneath him on the bed. "I win."

"Y-yeah," Kurt said, trying to regain his breath. But having Finn on top of him was certainly not helping with that mission.

In a sudden moment of insanity, or courage, the line was indistinguishable; Finn leaned down and kissed Kurt.

When he pulled away, Kurt's eyes were wide. "What was that?"

"Um…" Finn started, "I'm pretty sure it was a kiss."

"I'm aware. What I meant was…why?" Kurt asked.

"I…Idon'treallyknow, …youknow…" Finn slurred, panicking.

"Oh," Kurt said, slowly.

"Is it okay if I do it again?" Finn asked hesitantly.

"S-sure," Kurt answered.

Finn leaned down and kissed him again, waiting for Kurt to respond. Once he did, it started out soft, until Kurt hesitantly opened his mouth, probably to breathe, but Finn took this as an invitation and began exploring Kurt's mouth. Kurt let out a breathy little moan, barely noticeable, but Finn wanted more. He leaned down to gently kiss Kurt's neck. That definitely got a reaction. After a few more minutes of pleasurable torture, Kurt pulled back.

"Are you okay?" Finn asked.

"I-I don't know." Kurt answered truthfully.

"I should let you sleep."

"Okay."

Finn rolled off of Kurt and leaned over to turn the light off.

"It's going to take me forever to cover up that hickey." Kurt said pointedly.

"That was the plan."

A/N: So there you go. What happens next? Well, wait and see! I should have the next chapter up soon. In the meantime, review!