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What Do You Suppose Would Happen

Chapter Seventeen

Finn's heart sank as he watched Burt go into full Papa Hummel Bear mode. He was glad he got to enjoy the last half hour with Kurt, because he was sure everything they did was against the rules Burt was talking about. They probably wouldn't be having sex again for a long time.

"Go ahead, we're listening," Kurt's mouth was set in a hard line, and his eyes held a challenge.

Finn glanced over at Burt. He had exact same look on his face. If Finn didn't have such a big stake in the outcome, he might have enjoyed watching father and son go at it.

"First of all," Burt said, "when you're in your room together I want to see that door open at all times."

Finn's head swiveled back to his boyfriend. He held his breath, waiting for Kurt's response.

The boy looked almost smug. "No, problem."

Burt's mouth opened but nothing came out. Finn wasn't the most observant person but even he knew something wasn't right.

"What just happened here? Did you agree with me?"

"Of course, Dad." Kurt smiled sweetly at him. "You don't have to worry about seeing the door closed when we're in the room together."

Burt looked like Finn felt sometimes. Like everyone else knew something he didn't, and he wasn't happy about it. "Let me just make it clear, Kurt. I don't want you boys having sex at all."

"It's a little late for that," Finn mumbled.

Kurt and his dad both sent him a look. Finn closed his mouth tightly.

"Dad, that is absolutely unreasonable," Kurt began, putting his hands on his hips for emphasis. Finn knew he was just getting started. He loved watching Kurt put his Diva-bitch face on… as long as it wasn't directed at him.

"Why? Surely you boys can keep it in your pants…"

"Dad!"

"Burt…"

Burt rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, obviously trying to stay calm.

"The thing is," Kurt tried again. "If we hadn't already had sex, it might be easier."

Kurt ignored the glare on his dad's face.

"I don't want to lie to you, dad, and I'm not just being difficult. Finn and I could try, but I just don't think we could do it…"

Kurt looked at Finn like he wanted him to say something. Really, was that a good idea?

"He's right, Mr. H. I'm kind of addicted to his touch, now."

Obviously, he said the wrong thing because Burt was glaring even harder.

Crap!

He really let Kurt down. He looked over at his boyfriend. Kurt didn't seem to share his dad's opinion because he was smiling adoringly at him.

"Oh, Finn…" Kurt put his arm around his waist, and Finn smiled back at him.

"Well, it's true, Kurt. I…"

"Please, just stop," Burt said. "I get it. I guess I can't stop you from having sex, and you both are almost seventeen." His face became firm. "But absolutely no sex in my house."

"Again, a little late for that." Finn stopped talking when father and son glared at him once again.

"But, Dad. You said if you didn't see the door closed …"

"Kurt!"

The stubborn look returned to his boyfriend's face. "Really? No sex in the house? That just leaves the Navigator or Finn's truck…"

"No. Absolutely not!" Burt's face was getting really red.

"A little late…"

"Finn!" How did they both manage to yell at the same time? They must practice that, Finn decided.

"So no house… no car. Then I guess it's the sleazy motel room on the other side of town or under the bleachers at school!"

Finn was pretty sure Kurt wasn't serious. No way would he have sex under the bleachers or in a motel room. Then again, he did like sex… that reminded him of the other night. Kurt really seemed to like being on top. Surprisingly Finn liked it, too.

"Kurt, I'm being serious… and Finn get that look off your face… like your thinking about debouching my son."

"I don't… I mean…" Finn didn't know what that meant but he could guess by the look on Burt's face.

"It's fine Finn," Kurt said rubbing his arm reassuringly. "Dad, come on. You were young once, right?"

"That's not the point, Kurt," he said. "I don't want you doing everything I did…"

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him. Thankfully Finn's mom stepped in at that moment.

"Kurt… Burt…" She put her hand on each of them. "Let's all stay calm. I'm fine with you boys being together at my house… as long as I'm not home."

Finn really loved his mom. She was always so understanding. He remembered when they thought Quinn was having his baby. She didn't yell at all. And she let Quinn live with them. He had the best mom in the whole world.

Obviously, Burt didn't agree with him. "Carole, what the hell? Do you really condone what your son is doing?"

She glared at him. Finn wondered if Burt knew he'd made a … what did they call it?... tactical error. She was now in full Momma Hudson mode.

"First of all Burt Hummel, you need to calm down before you say something you can't take back. Second of all it is both our sons, but most of all I will not have my son going to some sleazy motel. No telling what he might pick up. I doubt they even wash their sheets!"

Finn went from enjoying his mom standing up for them to sick in a split second. Really? They didn't wash the sheets? He thought of that time he was with Santana…

Kurt squeezed his arm reassuringly, and Finn smiled in return. He could tell Kurt knew what he was thinking… but he didn't seem mad just wanted to make him feel better. He had the best boyfriend in the whole wide world.

But Kurt also looked worried, and Finn knew why. Their parents were glaring at each other, ready to go into full battle mode. This is what they had been trying to avoid.

"Dad, Carole." The both turned to look at him. "Finn and I love you both. And although we don't want to think about it, we know that you guys do in fact… have sex."

"Kurt…"

"No, Finn. This is important. And before you say anything, Dad, just let me finish."

Burt looked like he was going to respond, but then he just nodded for Kurt to continue.

"Even though we know it's a probability, we certainly don't really want think about it. You guys are discreet, and we appreciate that. I guess what I'm trying to say is that we respect your right to privacy, and you respect that we don't want to be grossed out. What I propose is that you give us the same consideration. You will know that we probably are having sex, but you will never encounter any evidence of it. We will respect you…"

"How is it respectful if you're having sex in my house?"

"Do you know how easy it would be for me to say we won't have sex and then just do it anyway?" Kurt was getting mad now. "Is that what you want, Dad? You want me to lie to you? Because if that's what it's going to take, I'll do it. Finn is my boyfriend, and I'm going to be with him. So just let me know what you want me to do here. I'm willing to do whatever." Kurt took a shaky breath, and Finn knew he was about to cry. "I just hate lying to you," he said softly.

"Burt…" Carole put her hand on his arm. "I'm not thrilled with this either, but I'd rather know they were safe. If they aren't in the safety of their own homes then they could get hurt. You know how prejudice people are around here… If they were seen near a hotel …" She stopped, leaving her fears unsaid but they all knew what she was thinking.

No one said anything for a few minutes. Kurt still had his arm around him, and Finn could feel how tense he was.

"Fine, I can see you're all against me here," Burt finally said, but his voice was calm, and he had a hint of a smile on his face. "I'm just glad we can talk about this as a family."

Finn could see his mom melting at his comment. She gave him a hug and a kiss.

"Don't you have anything to say, Finn?" Kurt looked at him with a smile.

"Nope," Finn said. Then pulled his boyfriend closer and kissed him, ignoring the look on Burt's face. After all, he was going to have to get used to it.

#

The next morning Kurt could barely contain his excitement as well as the knot of anxiety sitting in his stomach. Today was the day they were going to come out to the school. Well, at least the Glee club. He knew Finn was nervous, too. After all, Kurt was already out. Still he had his own fears. Sometimes he felt like people regarded him as some sort of predator-like he was trying to turn all the straight guys, gay. And with Finn being so sweet… and well, gullible, he was worried what they would all think.

They had decided to wait and tell the Glee club first. Then the rest of the school would know by tomorrow. Finn needed that extra confidence boost from telling his friends first. They were sure to be accepting… at least that was what Kurt told himself. The image of Rachel's disbelieving face popped up in his imagination. She would never believe and never give up. Those thoughts were not helping his anxiety.

Finn reached over and squeezed his hand. Kurt smiled at him. He really wanted to kiss him, but they were already at the school, sitting in the parking lot. Of course this time tomorrow, they could kiss each other all they wanted.

"Ready?" Finn asked.

Kurt was surprised at how calm he looked.

"Yeah… you?"

Finn smiled. "Absolutely," he said. "I've been ready for this day for a long time."

The confidence Finn displayed calmed his frayed nerves. Finn loved him. He had no doubt about that, and in the end it was all that mattered.

"Then, let's do this," Kurt said. He squeezed Finn's hand one more time, before they climbed out of the vehicle.

#

By the time lunch rolled around, Kurt was feeling much better. Finn had been wonderful, not giving anything away but there when Kurt needed reassurance. It was strange… he really thought he would be the one reassuring Finn. He shook his head.

"What?" Mercedes looked at him curiously. Since she already knew, he wasn't afraid of telling her his thoughts, but they were surrounded by their other friends at the lunch table.

"I'll tell you later."

"You better."

He gave her a small smile as his attention turned to his secret boyfriend. Finn was sitting next to Puck explaining something. Puck looked unconvinced.

"Dude, I'm serious. That level is impossible to beat…"

Kurt tuned out his words and just watched the emotion play out on his face and in his hand gestures. Good GaGa, he loved that boy. He couldn't help it as his thoughts wandered to the things Finn could do with those wonderful hands…

A jab to his ribs got his attention. He glared at his best friend, but she just motioned with her head to the person on her right.

Rachel was staring at him with her patented crazy look.

"You're practically drooling," Mercedes whispered. "So you might want to tone it down some."

Kurt unconsciously wiped his mouth. Nope, no saliva there.

"Remember, I'm psychic," Rachel said in a stage whisper. Kurt rolled his eyes. Why did everything have to be so dramatic with her? He knew he was a drama queen, but Rachel took it to a whole new level.

Only a few more hours to go. He just had to hold on until Glee. Then he could wipe that look off of Rachel's face.

#

Unfortunately it wasn't that easy. When Rachel got an idea in her head, she was like Mr. Schue on a Journey kick… There was no stopping her.

Rachel trapped him at his locker.

"We need to talk." She had a determined look on her face, and Kurt couldn't help the exasperated sigh that escaped his lips.

"You need to get off that train, Rachel…"

Her mouth was open in mid rant build up, and she quickly closed it in confusion. "What?"

"That train that takes you to crazy town. Honey, it is time to get off."

She pressed her lips together impatiently and tilted her head to the side just enough to show him that she meant business. Her arms crossed over her chest tightly as if that could protect her from Kurt's sharp words.

"I saw you, Kurt… staring at Finn. This has got to stop. You're not only hurting yourself, but you're making him uncomfortable."

Kurt couldn't help the laugh that came out of his mouth. "Rachel, I know you mean well… okay, I'm not really sure of that, since everyone knows you want Finn for yourself…"

"I'm completely over Finn…"

"But you honestly don't know what you're talking about," he continued ignoring her comment.

"Listen, Kurt. Don't you think it's time you were a little more… realistic?"

"Realistic…"

"Finn will never love you. Not like you want him to. He's straight. You know this and yet you still pursue him."

"Rachel we are not having this conversation." Kurt was tired of defending himself, and he had an overwhelming urge to just tell her. But he couldn't do that. They had agreed to wait until Glee. And he was looking forward to it. That would shut her up.

"That's because you know I'm right." Her eyes were flashing in her usual I-know-better-than-anyone-else Rachel Berry-esque way.

He stopped in the middle of putting his books away. She had hit his Achilles heel. He couldn't stand how she always thought she was right. He knew he need to step away from the temptation, but he couldn't help himself. This time he was right.

"You're wrong," he said. "Finn does have feelings for me."

"Feelings of friendship, Kurt…"

"Once again, Rachel," he said. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm psychic, remember."

Kurt just stared at her. There was absolutely no reasoning with her. She would not believe him, no matter what he said. "Whatever. I can't listen to this anymore. Just wait until Glee, Rachel. Then you will see. Everyone will see."

"What are you going to do?" she asked in a panic. "Whatever it is, I beg of you, Kurt. Don't do it."

"You'll just have to wait and see," he said, slamming his locker and walking away.

#

Everyone seemed to be either excited or on edge as they sat in the choir room waiting for Mr. Schue. It was as if they all knew something big was going to happen. Of course, knowing Rachel, she might have told them.

Kurt glanced over at Finn. They weren't sitting together, for obvious reasons. The main one being that if he was close to Finn, he wouldn't be able to resist touching him. And while he wanted nothing more than to hold his boyfriend's hand, he was content to wait until after their announcement. After that, they could finally be like all the other couples in Glee club.

Finn smiled reassuringly at him, and Kurt felt calmer. Everything was going to be great once they revealed their secret relationship.

"Okay, everyone. Let's get started." Mr. Schue walked into the choir room with the same greeting and smiling face he always had.

"Today we are going to talk about how Michael Bolton influenced a whole generation…"

Kurt raised his hand. He needed to stop him before he was in full boring music swing. "Mr. Schue… if I may?"

Their teacher stopped looking confused.

"Yes, Kurt?" he said with a hint of exasperation. Kurt completely understood his frustration. Someone seemed to interrupt him at the beginning of every class.

"If you don't mind I have something…"

That's as far as he got before he was interrupted.

"Kurt, I can't let you do this."

He had made his way to the front of the room and suddenly Rachel was beside him, looking concerned.

"Rachel, please just butt out."

"I can't, Kurt. I care about you too much."

Everyone was watching them with interest. Their anticipation of the impending drama etched on their faces.

"Whatever, Rachel."

"Please, Kurt, don't sing to Finn," she said in another stage whisper. Didn't she realize everyone could actually hear her? "You're going to embarrass yourself and him."

Kurt put his hands on his hips and glared at his rival. "I wasn't planning on singing. I have an announcement to make."

"No…" she said softly, shaking her head.

"You don't understand, Rachel. I love Finn, and he loves me."

Okay that was not how he planned on announcing their relationship. He looked around the room. Except for Finn and Mercedes, they all had the same uncomfortable look on their faces. Even Mr. Schue was giving him a pitying look. Kurt realized then that they didn't believe him. They thought he was delusional.

Finn stood there, doing nothing, and Kurt glared at his boyfriend. Finn was supposed to be up there with him, but Rachel must have scared him off.

"Finn? A little help here."

Finn nervously walked over to them. "Um…"

And no surprise to anyone, least of all Kurt, Rachel took over. "Finn, tell him. Tell Kurt you aren't gay."

Finn's eyes flickered over to meet his. Kurt raised his eyebrow in response. Now was Finn's chance. He wanted to tell them and now he could.

"Well, Rachel's kind of right."

Kurt felt like someone had punched him. It was the same feeling he got when Karofsky unexpectedly slammed him into a locker. It came out of nowhere. This was quickly followed by feelings of betrayal. He felt his eyes tearing up and willed himself not to cry. Was Finn really doing this to him? Not only denying what they had but making him look like an idiot in front of everyone.

Kurt started to walk out of the room. It was too much for him to take. He just wanted to go somewhere and cry in peace. A part of him screamed at him to fight for his man, but his heart felt so heavy. If Finn wasn't going to fight for them, why should he?

Finn grabbed his arm as he walked by.

"Wait, Kurt. Just listen to me for a minute, okay?"

Kurt could hear the plea in his voice. Trust me… He stopped, not even bothering to turn and look at him. He waited patiently for Finn to continue.

"I'm not gay…"

The uncomfortable minute became unbearable. It was a good thing Finn still had a hold of his arm, or Kurt would have been out the door.

"I mean not totally." Finn continued. "I can't say I haven't been attracted to girls. I mean I liked Rachel and Quinn. But that doesn't even matter right now. The only person I want is you, Kurt."

Kurt turned to look at him. "Really?"

"Really." He addressed the rest of the room. "Kurt and I are together." He looked over at Rachel. "And you all are just going to have to deal with it."

Kurt smiled at Finn, but when he looked around the room his smile faded. They were mostly all still looking at him as if something was wrong. Kurt realized then that they still believed Kurt did this. That he somehow convinced Finn that he liked boys. They were supposed to be his friends. If they couldn't be convinced then there was no hope for the rest of the school.

"Finn… don't you think it's strange that you suddenly like boys? That you now like Kurt?"

"Rachel, I don't like Kurt. I love him. There's a difference." He turned to the rest of them. "I'm ashamed of all of you. You're supposed to be our friends. You should be happy for us. And Rachel, liking boys is not something new to me. I just couldn't admit it to myself." He looked at Kurt. "But after awhile, I couldn't deny how I felt about you Kurt. Being with you has made me so happy. I don't care what anyone else thinks. We love each other, and that's all that matters."

Now he really was going to cry. He smiled up at Finn. He was right. It didn't matter what Rachel or the rest of the club thought. He and Finn were happy together.

"Finn," he said as Finn took his hands in his and smiled down at him. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Kurt."

Everyone else seemed to be in shock as they watched the couple.

"Kiss him, already!" Someone yelled, and Kurt was pretty sure it was Mercedes. This was exactly why she was his bff.

They both laughed as Finn leaned closer.

"I just want you to know, Kurt," Finn said softly. "I've never felt this way about anyone else. You aren't an experiment, and this isn't something that will just wear off. I saw how afraid you were that I would change my mind. Don't ever worry about that. I love you. You're all I want… all I will ever want."

Kurt blushed at the emotion in Finn's words and the way he was looking at him. How could he have ever doubted Finn?

"Kurt? Will you be my real out-in-the-open, not-so-secret boyfriend?"

"Yes, Finn," he said happily. "Yes I will."

Finn grinned at him with that smile that always melted Kurt's heart. And without hesitation, Finn leaned down and kissed Kurt in front of Rachel and the rest of the Glee club, as cheers and whistles echoed throughout the room.

~fin~