First attempt at writing Glee. I already know how the final "interruption" is going to play out, but if there is anyone in particular you would like to see walking in on Klaine, let me know and I'll work it out for you! Enjoy.

Finn can't find his football cleats, and he's just about to begin panicking when he remembers where he's left them. He's about to be late to practice, so he doesn't think twice about barging down the basement steps to the temporary room he's sharing with Kurt. He looks up when he reaches the bottom step, and freezes in his tracks. His jaw drops and his lips form a perfect O. A noise catches in his throat, and he almost forgets how to breathe.

Kurt. On the bed. With another guy. Are they wearing clothes? He doesn't even know if they're wearing clothes. Oh god, they'd better be wearing clothes-

His half-formed thoughts are interrupted. "Um, Finn?" Kurt says impatiently, shifting out from underneath the other boy. "What are you doing?" He's quirking an eyebrow, looking incredulous.

"Uh-" Finn can't remember how to speak. The other boy glances at Kurt, then straightens slightly and turns toward Finn.

"I'm Blaine," he offers, and Finn nods slightly but still can't remember how to make sounds, much less words.

Kurt huffs in annoyance and climbs off of the bed. He's still got his pants on, for which Finn is grateful, but he is shirtless and so is that other boy and ohgod ohgod ohgod-

"Did you need something, Finn?" Kurt asks pointedly. "Because we're kind of busy right now." He crosses his arms, purses his lips.

"Uh-" Finn says eloquently. "Football. Yeah." He averts his eyes and goes to the temporary closet he's sharing with Kurt. He grabs his cleats quickly, then awkwardly backs away from the closet. "Ok. So. Yeah." He raises his cleats in an awkward gesture. "Sorry. Ok. Bye." He glances at the other boy, then at Kurt, who looks mildly amused. "S- sorry," he says again. He turns and stiffly- but hurriedly- goes back up the stairs without another glance.