A/N~:So… I didn't get many reviews last time, and I wasn't planning on continuing, but then again… both reviews wanted me too…and I'm not even sure exactly how to continue so… we'll see…

I'm thinking I might do a Kurt Blaine spinoff… so I definitely am… for sure, it'll help me get better. So this is technically chapter 3, but I'm going to put chapter 2 in a different place, so it can be tagged as Kurt and Blaine… cuz otherwise people will be looking for Will and Finn and finding Klaine…

Again, you should know, I haven't had sex, and this time is a little bit more intimate, so I have no idea what I'm supposed to be writing except for what I've read so far in other people's fanfictions…

This is in Finn's POV btw…

I drove as fast as I could… it went well, as I knew it would… it was really quite simple really…

I had walked through the door, to find Kurt and Blaine sitting on the couch in the living room—kissing, which made me feel very awkward. But they both jumped up and came to greet me happily, which made me feel really awesome, and welcome, and then Mom and Burt arrived and they sorta got a little mad at me for not telling them that I was coming back…

"I have something to tell you," I had said to them, then they all sat down on the couch again, and it made me feel like I was the boss, which again, made me feel really awesome, but I was a little nervous knowing that Blaine was going to be listening too… but I continued anyway, after trying to figure out why Kurt was here in the first place… I had left him in New York—but now he was here... "I've… been seeing someone." I thought that was vague enough… they'll know that I'm not lying, but I'm not needed to be more specific right?

"What?" Kurt gasped.

"You mean like… not Rachel?" Blaine continued.

"Who is she? Who is SHE?" Kurt had been a little bit too excited about this in my opinion…

I didn't know how to continue that without giving it away one hundred percent, so I realized that I had no other options. "Its… it's Mr Shue."

Mom did a spit take with the coffee she had been drinking it, spraying the brown hot liquid all over the floor, just missing my feet. Burt looked a little confused for a moment but then was the first to speak, "That's great Finn!"

Kurt stood up and stared at me for a moment—"I KNEW THIS WAS COMING!" he cheered, "I was there when Jesse kissed you remember? I saw your face when he left… ooohhh…. I was so RIGHT!"

"Kurt…" Blaine said tugging on his boyfriends sleeve, "Just sit down."

Kurt did as he was told, "I was right." He said one last time.

"Well…" I said, "that's pretty much it, so I'm just going to go now—"

"Why don't you stay for supper?" Mom asked, "We could talk about how it came to be!"

"Actually… Will is cooking me some supper at his place, I'm supposed to be there in an hour, and I still have to call Rachel."

"You're going to tell Rachel?" Kurt asked.

I thought about his question for a moment, then smiled, "Probably not… but I should still be going." And so I did. They all said their goodbyes and then I was back in my car and on the road once more, finally heading back to Will's place where he apparently would have dinner ready for me.

This whole being gay—no… not gay… bi… I was bi. This whole being bi thing was really throwing me for a loop… like three nights ago when we… blew each other off, I was so nervous and confused as to why I was doing it, but it just felt so damn right… and he was just so damn hot… I couldn't explain it, but I knew it was right.

Soon enough I arrived at his drive way, so I pulled in and set it in park, then checked to make sure everything was in place. My hair was casually messed up on purpose, my jacket was different from the last time I had been at Will's place, because my previous one was—although thankfully ok—almost wrecked, and it was my favourite one, and I didn't want it to actually get wrecked… everything was in order, so I got out of my car quickly and speeded down the stone walkway and up the wooden stairs, throwing the door open, not bothering to knock.

The first thing I saw was Will standing at the bottom of stairs in his underwear. I couldn't help but laugh, but really, all I could think about was how hot he looked—they were tight, green boxer-briefs, and I got a good view of his chest, it was so muscular and… freaking hot!

Will laughed for a moment, then said, "Sorry, I wasn't expecting you until half an hour… I'll go get dressed.

As he turned around to go back up the stairs I suddenly, without thinking said, "Don't bother," and even I had to admit it sounded pretty sexy.

He turned around, his lip curling slightly, and then he winked. "Sorry, but supper is cooking, and I can't have the house burning down, we'll have to wait until later…" and then he was retreating up the stairs again, so I moved into the kitchen and sat down… I was bored… but only because I knew what I wanted to do, and had to push the thoughts away… but I couldn't take it any longer. I stood up and turned the oven off and headed up the stairs silently. I stood in the open doorway of his bedroom.

I clearly hadn't been fighting my thoughts too long because he only had time to get his shirt on, so I slipped my shoes off in the hall and stepped into the carpeted room as he rummaged through his top drawer for some pants.

I was standing right behind him when he stood up and he gasped and spun around, but before he could say anything, I kissed him. Just a little peck.

"Finn, dinner—"

"Dinner decided to wait for us." I smiled and placed my hands on his waist, "Dinner knows how much I want you right now…"

Will laughed, but I cut it off, despite how much I loved it, but having him kiss me was more important right now.

I pressed against him for a good minute, rubbing our bodies together as we kissed passionately. I half lifted, half pushed him onto the dresser behind him slipped my hand into his blue v-neck t-shirt. I felt my nerves picking up again as I toyed around with his chest and nipples, but the nerves were knocked out of me when he slid off of the dresser and pushed me backwards until I fell back onto his bed. He then fell on top of me and began kissing me again. As he was doing so I slid my hand down toward his pelvic area and began groping his clothed member. At first he moaned in pleasure, but then as we got into the rhythm of things, he was able to kiss me while I played around with him.

Soon though, he pulled away and stroked my chest and I gasped—not because it felt good, but my God did it ever—but because I must have been so caught up in kissing him that I didn't notice him unbuttoning my shirt. He broke away from kissing me and then began kissing my neck and slowly worked his way down my chest, kissing me at least once a second. It felt so damn good… and then without speaking we convinced each other to come into a sitting position—well for me, he was standing between my spread legs off of the bed.

He slowly slid my jacket and shirt off of me and tossed them onto the floor by his dresser. He then moved down to my jeans and swirled his finger right above my pant line before unbuttoning then and slowly, tauntingly pulling the zipper. He looked at me for a moment before pulling down the pants, taking my socks off with it. He then stepped back as he took off his shirt, slowly—it might not have actually been slowly, but in my mind it was slow motion, there was epic music and he was sparkling—not like Edward Cullen from Twilght… but magically… and beautifully, as if the sun was shining off of his perfectly toned chest—

MAILMAN

I closed my eyes tight as I thought about that mailman as hard as I could… but why wasn't it working—it had always worked with Quinn, and Rachel… and even Santana! And then I knew… it was because I had always been attracted to men—and that would also explain the locker room incident…

As I opened my eyes slowly I saw that Will was advancing on me, and his hands were only inches away from my thighs. I moaned in pleasure as he began to play around, toying me before he slid my black and blue striped boxers off of me.

Yes… I was already hard—not fully, but… close enough that it didn't even matter. Will smiled as I sat up and fell to my knees—I was going first. I pulled his green underwear down, and readied myself, but he was opening the drawer beside him, and pulling something out… no…

"A condom?" I asked, though I knew what it was.

"Well, I just thought if you wanted to, we could—" But he stopped talking because I was nodding quickly.

He smiled and tore open the square package and then slowly rolled the condom over his slowly hardening piece.

I stood up, stroking his chest on my way up, and was caught off guard by him kissing me before he whispered, "Sorry…"

"For what?"

"You'll see…"

Oh and I saw.

I cried out in intense pain every time he thrust his finger into my ass. I was lying on my side on his bed, with him right beside me, and I would have been so happy about it, had it not been the absolutely agonizing pain that was sent running through my body.

And then he whispered quickly, "here is goes… just relax.

Relax? How was I supposed to relax when he was about to— "AAAARRRRRRRRHHHGG!" I screamed out. And then I felt as he slowly pulled back a little and then thrust himself back inside of me. I bit my lip this time, able to judge how much it would hurt now. And he just kept going—had he ever had this happen to him, because I don't think he'd be so keen on this idea if he had… but then… it started to feel… good. The pain was superseded by a feeling of relief, and then on to pleasure… and I moaned, not in pain… but in happiness, and that's when he started to pick up the pace, and thrust into me faster and faster, he was going so fast that I hardly had time to take in the idea of moaning, and instead just let it go, and found myself screaming out his name. "WILL! Ohhhh Will…."

Will reached his hand around and gripped my member and began sliding his hand up and down, in rhythm with his thrusting into my ass, and it felt so good—it still hurt, but it felt so good, and I couldn't help but to continue to moan his name as he continued to slide and thrust.

And then, without warning I could tell that he had come into the condom, he was moaning in pleasure and he stopped thrusting into me. Even though it wasn't me coming, I felt so good, and the thought of it sent me over the edge and my member began to spray white liquid all over Will's expensive looking sheets. After about thirty seconds, we were both done, and he slowly pulled out of me. I didn't look back, but I could tell he was ridding himself of the condom. And then, slowly I turned myself over, wincing at the pain in my rear.

"Sorry." He said again.

"Don't be." I told him, "I don't care how much that hurt me… it felt good—because I love you."

Will smiled, "I love you too Finn…" there was a long moment of silence where we were curled up together, naked just staring into each other's eyes.

"So how 'bout that dinner?" I asked, ruining our moment.

A/N~: So I wasn't as inspired this time, and it is currently three thirty in the morning, and I'm extremely tired… I'm sorry, I don't think it's as good… good night world.