"Hey, Mom? What's for dinner? I'm starving!" Finn complained and his stomach growled as if seconding his statement.

Carole rolled her eyes and pursed her lips, "Well then… Maybe you could try to be a bit more punctual, like Kurt." Finn let out an exasperated sigh. He didn't want a lecture… he wanted food.

"Mom." Finn whined. The sound of his stomach gurgling echoed around the kitchen.

"Fine. Fine… I'll fix you up a plate." A wide smile took over as he sauntered off into the den and flopped down onto the couch. Burt was perched in his favorite worn-out recliner watching the game.

"Who's playin'?" Finn waited for a response from his stepfather. When he didn't get one, he glanced over to see Burt was passed out. Drool dribbled down his chin and the remote was in his limp hand, balancing precariously on the arm of the chair. He was about to try to wake him up when a delicious smell wafted through the room and the timer beeped on the microwave. As tired as he was from football practice, he practically tackled his own mother in an attempt to scarf up the reheated lasagna. He could tell it was Kurt's recipe seeing as though the sauce didn't taste like Prego. "Where is Kurt anyway?" He sputtered around a mouthful of pasta.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Carole chided as she stuffed his shirt with a napkin. "He's downstairs with Blaine." Finn dropped his fork and shoved off from the table in the direction of Kurt's basement room. "What are you doing? You have that look…" Carole trailed off, instantly wrapping the portion Finn had abandoned.

"Gonna go hang out with Klaine." He muttered in response.

"Who's Klaine?" Finn turned to see his mother's eyebrows pull together in confusion.

Finn smirked. "Kurt and Blaine. Their names together are Klaine. Like how Kurt and I are Furt!"

Carole heaved a sigh. "Don't you think that maybe your names put together would sound better if it was… I don't know, Kinn?"

Finn stopped and thought for a moment. "Naw. I like Furt." He spoke as he headed for Kurt's room. "Burt is sleeping by the way." He called back over his shoulder.

Finn wasn't too sure about this Blaine kid. With his dapper ways, there had to be something to hide. Kurt was his brother now and he wasn't going to just let anyone date him! He began descending the stairs. He was about to start clomping his heels down as a warning when he overheard tense whispers, growing louder by the minute.

"I-I don't understand." Kurt's weepy voice was barley more than a whisper, Finn had to strain to hear it at all.

A heavy sigh drifted up the staircase. "Kurt." Blaine's voice broke on the name. "There's no 'you and me' anymore. I'm leaving McKinley." Finn heard Kurt's sharp intake of breath. "I'm going back to Dalton where I belong."

"Blaine."

"I'm sorry, Kurt." Finn heard a soft squeak as someone got off the bed, and a loud shuffle. "Kurt, no."

"Blaine, I love you. I love you with everything I have. You- you were my first…" Finn blushed at the mention of their first sexual experience. "Don't you love me?"

After a long tense silence, Blaine finally spoke. His voice wavering, "This is for the best."

"You… You don't love me?" The pain in Kurt's voice whammed into his chest like a freight train. He could hear a pitiful whimper and then footsteps. Finn's eyes widened as he padded back up the stairs and clamored into the kitchen, making himself busy. Blaine whipped the door open and shut it softly, leaning against it heavily. He could see Blaine's chest fluttering as he took in sporadic breaths.

Finn walked over slowly, cautiously. "Dude?" Blaine gazed up with tears filling his eyes. "If you're so upset about it, why'd you do it?" General confusion laced his concern.

Blaine's honey eyes shifted to his feet, a few tears escaping. "You wouldn't understand. Kurt's safer if I'm not around." Though he was talking to Finn, it sounded as if he was trying to convince himself he was making the right decision. Before he could get another word in, Blaine had bolted out the front door startling Burt from his slumber.

Finn moved back to the stairs and started to head down them. He was fully expecting a sobbing mess to great him and was slightly taken aback when he reached the ground.

Kurt was sitting in the middle of his bed, knees being tightly held in place against his chest. His face was slightly blotchy from tears, but none spilled down his face. He was staring blankly at some spot on the floor, not moving or making any sort of indication that he was aware of Finns presence.

"Kurt?" Finn took a small step forward, calculating every movement coming from his stepbrother. "Hey, man. Come on…" Hollow glasz eyes flickered towards his.

"Finn." Kurt mouthed. Finn nodded jerkily, anchoring himself on the headboard as he sat carefully on the edge of the mattress. "He's gone."

The words came out as a statement of fact, though Finn answered him anyway. "Yeah…" He shifted a few inches to put an arm around his brother, pulling him so that Kurt's head was rested on his shoulder. "You okay, dude?" Finn wasn't too good at all of this comforting stuff, so he tried to just mimic his mom. He rubbed his thumb along his shoulder and placed his hand on Kurt's knee, which was still pulled tightly against his chest.

"He's gone." Kurt repeated. He kept whispering it like a mantra to force himself into believing that this was his reality. Blaine was gone. Finn began to fidget uncomfortably. It wasn't that he didn't want to comfort Kurt; he just was scared by Kurt's reactions. The eerie, empty looks he received made him want to hide under the covers until daylight once again shown. "You can go." Even his tone carried the same hollowness.

"What? Are- Are you sure? I mean. I could…" He trailed off. He wasn't sure what he could offer him.

"I'm sure." Kurt gave him a weak smile that didn't touch his eyes. The vibrant blue dulling into shades of grey. Still unsure, Finn gave what he assumed was a comforting pat on the back and headed upstairs to his room.

Thoughts continued to buzz through his head and dread settled in as he tried to wipe his mind clean so he would be able to get a few hours sleep before school the next day. His worry only amplified when he heard the shuffling of shoes downstairs and the click of the front door.

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So. What do y'all think? I've never written a Glee fanfic before, so I'm trying my hand at it. I switch POV's regularly, though it will mostly be with Kurt. Let me know if I should continue this or not! Reviews are love!