So, doing this chapter made me realize some inconsistencies in the story…but who cares? I'll go back and change them later, but for now, ENJOY!

This is the first chapter, done from Kurt's POV.

Kurt sighed as he turned on his computer, noticing the rather obnoxious comment from Rachel on the New Direction's Chat Room.

Gold_Star:Fellow glee club members, it has come to my attention that outside of the choir room, we do very little planning or practicing. Therefore, I suggest we all use this lovely chat room set up for us by Artie to discuss our set list for Sectionals next year.

Before he could reply, though, Mercedes beat him to it, shooting her down with the excuse that no one wanted to think about Sectionals during their summer vacation. But Rachel was persistent, and insisted that it was pertinent to a victory over Vocal Adrenaline. Kurt just laughed, and typed in his reply.

MrCellophane:Honestly, Rachel, calm down. We are more talented, more determined, and, for the most part, better looking

Finn butted in with a confused message, asking what this "chat room" was and how to work it. Kurt grinned at his almost-stepbrother's dimness, telling him that he was, in fact, already using it and to just go back to his video games.

Tina quickly jumped in to what could have been a nasty fight between Mercedes and Rachel to suggest a party, and all hell broke loose from there.

Kurt turned back to his homework, only slightly interested in the evolution of tonight's party, when a loud clanging came from downstairs. Finn had, at Burt and Carole's request, moved his drums into the basement, and was now 'practicing.'

MrCellophane:Finn, would you PLEASE stop playing the drums so loudly? You're giving me a migraine.

But Finn obviously did not see the message or care. The banging seemed to get louder, and Kurt was ready to scream when he was distracted by Brittany's comment.

GaySharkLover:wait, how can Kurt hear Finn? does he have sooper hearing?

The slender boy laughed and replied to his ex-girlfriend, reminding her that no, he was not a superhero, even if he sometimes dressed like one.

Luckily for his patience, Santana quickly butted in to explain to her friend that Kurt and Finn lived together. Unfortunately, the blonde cheerleader misunderstood, and responded that she thought Finn and Rachel were dating.

That upset Kurt, and the drumming from downstairs got worse. Rachel made some bitchy comment about how she and Finn were "regrettably" not an item anymore, and Kurt stepped in to shoot her down.

MrCellophane:Regrettably? You cheated on him!

This started a fire among the glee club members, and Kurt sat back, watching them attack their star. The pounding of the drums under his feet resonated in his skull, and Kurt groaned loudly.

MrCellophane:I'm serious, Finn. If you don't stop playing those drums I'm coming down there and strangling you.

Luckily for Kurt's sanity, the discussion of the party resurfaced, and the thin boy only commented once to request Diet Coke as part of the beverage list. It wasn't until the drumming from the basement become truly unbearable did Kurt turn back to his computer.

MrCellophane:Dear god, Finn! I'm not kidding! Stop with the noise! Unlike you, I'd like to NOT FAIL math class! I'm studying up here!

As soon as Finn replied (Frankenteen:Make me.) Kurt was sprinting down the stairs, fuming.

"Finn Hudson! I swear to God-!" But the drumming had ceased, and above him he could hear the scurry of feet up the stairs and the slamming of his bedroom door. Kurt ran up the stairs after Finn, furious (but not surprised) to find the door locked.

Huffing girlishly, Kurt ran back down the stairs, sitting down on Finn's bed and turning to his laptop. He saw that Finn had done the same with his computer, and had commented in the chat room using Kurt's username.

MrCellophane:Hi, I'm Kurt and I'm a big baby.

Kurt couldn't help but smirk as he typed in a response.

Frankenteen:Hello, I'm Finn Hudson and I like to lock people in basements. You're being childish, Finn! Let me out!

But, in typical Finn fashion, the reply was short and unhelpful.

MrCellophane:No chance, buddy.

Kurt growled and jumped off the bed, ignoring the constant chatter on the computer as Finn and Rachel had their lovers' quarrel. Noticing the small window near the top of his wall, Kurt piled textbooks onto his desk, then climbed up shakily. His fingers undid the latch, and the window sprang open, revealing the nice green lawn of the Hummel house. Using all of the muscles he gained from Cheerios, Kurt pulled himself through the window, rolling across the grass gratefully.

Opening the front door quietly, Kurt snuck into the living room, watching as Finn angrily abused his keyboard. As he typed, he mumbled the words, shouting a bit towards the end.

"God! This. Is. Just. SO. Screwed UP!" He hit the enter key, exhaling violently. Kurt inched closer, unsure if attacking his stepbrother in this state was a wise move.

Rachel replied back with something girly and whiny (Kurt didn't really care) and as Finn started typing back, Kurt sprinted across the room, tackling Finn off of the couch.

"That's what you get for locking me in a basement!" Kurt shouted, laughing. Finn couldn't help but laugh along, picking up his brother and slinging him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Put me down!" Kurt shouted over his giggles, but Finn just carried him down to the basement, throwing him on the bed.

"That's what you get for escaping." Kurt pouted, looking oh-so-adorable, and Finn just couldn't help himself. "But I guess I can forgive you."

He leaned in, pressing his lips gently to Kurt's, causing a squeak to emit from the slender boy's mouth. Finn chuckled and pulled away, resting his forehead against the other boy's.

They both looked at the flurry of chatter on the chat room to see Artie and Tina cracking jokes about Finn "coming out of the closet." Pecking Kurt on the cheek, Finn replied to them.

Frankenteen:He just did.

Kurt blushed, capturing Finn's mouth with his again. This kiss was longer, more drawn out, and Finn just couldn't be mad at Rachel anymore.

Frankenteen:To answer Rachel's question, Kurt and I will be there tonight.

The slender boy smiled, curling in to Finn's side as Tina asked what they were bringing.

Frankenteen: Gay pride.

Kurt rolled his eyes and ran upstairs, his own response showing up a few seconds later.

MrCellophane:And a tray of vegetarian hors d'oeuvres.

Finn smirked. Of course. But what if this meant Kurt didn't want to be with him? Momentary panic flooded his mind.

Frankenteen:but mostly gay pride. Right?

Kurt seemed to sense Finn's panic, and sedated it quickly.

MrCellophane: Right, sweetie. See you all tonight. Finn and I need to…bake.

The taller boy perked up at the implications in that message. He typed in a hasty farewell and ran up the stairs into the living room, grinning at Kurt.

"Baking, huh?"

Kurt smiled mischievously, setting his laptop to the side. "You know, I have a set of frozen hors d'oeuvres in the fridge…they won't take that long to heat up."

Finn crossed the room and wrapped his arms around the slender boy, pressing his lips to Kurt's neck.

"I think I can think of a way to occupy our time until the party."

Kurt shivered, running his hand up Finn's chest. He leaned in, grazing Finn's lips with his own, then pulled back, an exasperated look on his face.

"We're bringing Gay Pride? Really, Finn?"

The taller boy smiled sheepishly. "I just wanted to tell everyone. So we, you know, didn't completely freak them out when we showed up holding hands."

Kurt kissed him, grinning stupidly. "You have to be the sweetest boy I've ever met."

Finn picked him up and carried him to the basement, locking the door, and, for once, Kurt didn't mind the actions at all.