"I don't want him to come!"

Finn's voice exploded through the Hummel's kitchen. After a long week of school, glee, and basketball tryouts, all he wanted to do is play video games and sleep. But it was Friday, which meant he and his mom had family dinner with Burt and Kurt. It wasn't until he arrived at his almost-stepfather's house that he learned there would be another guest tonight: Blaine.

Finn only knew three things about Blaine: he was in a rival glee club, the Dalton Academy Warblers, he was gay, and Kurt had a major thing for him. None of these were things Finn was cool with.

"What's the problem with him coming?" Carole asked, trying to figure out why her son was acting irrational.

"It's just weird, I don't know. I don't like it," he said.

"Why not?"

"Well, for one thing, this is a family dinner," Finn answered. "This is supposed to be just us, you know? Like, a family. Not date night or whatever."

Carole sighed. "Blaine's a guest, a friend of Kurt's. If you want to invite Rachel or one of your basketball friends over next week, that's perfectly fine."

Finn shook his head and began pacing the kitchen. "That's not the point."

"Then what is the point, Finn?" Kurt asked from his seat at the kitchen table, looking very irritated. He glanced towards the timer on the oven, where his roast had twenty minutes left to cook. Finn stopped pacing around the kitchen to look at him.

"Well, first of all, you could have told me he was coming!" he said, volume of his voice escalating again. "How many times did I see you today at school? At glee club? You could have given me the head's up."

"I did tell you about dinner." Kurt said sharply.

"But not about him! How hard would it have been to go, 'oh, hi Finn, just so you know, my boyfriend's part of family dinner tonight'?" Kurt mumbled something about Blaine not being his boyfriend, but Finn spoke above him, continuing. "Someone could have asked me how I feel about this. Instead I show up here to find the guy's on his way."

"What do you want us to do, Finn?" his mother asked, sounding confused.

"Just… I don't know. Tell him it's just a family thing tonight. He can come over another time." When I'm not here, he mentally added.

Carole was shocked by her son's rudeness. "Blaine lives in Ashland, Finn. That's nearly two hours away, and he'll be here in a half hour. We're not going to tell him to turn around and go home because you thought it was family-only."

"I don't want him to come. I don't like this guy."

"Like him?" Kurt asked. "You haven't even met him!"

"And I don't want to meet him! He's either going to pull a Jesse and destroy the glee club, or, or – "

Finn cut himself off before he could finish that thought. He stared at the linoleum floor and sighed angrily. "You know what? Fine. He can come. But I won't eat with you guys."

The room was silent for a moment. Finn Hudson was turning down a home-cooked meal because someone was coming to dinner. It screamed to Carole that there was something bigger going on than him just being upset for being kept out of the loop.

"Finn, honey, why don't you want to eat with us?" she said, asking the question slowly, looking into her son's eyes.

Finn could never keep a secret from his mother. If he was keeping a secret, be it as little as failing a test to thinking he had gotten Quinn pregnant, one look into his mother's eyes and he confessed.

"I don't feel comfortable eating with Kurt's boyfriend."

"He's NOT my boyfriend, Finn!" Kurt yelled.

"No, but you want him to be!" he shouted back. "I hear how you talk about him, and that stupid expression you get when he texts you. This whole dinner tonight is going to be all about you trying to get with this guy. And I don't want to be a part of it! I've already gone through you putting your creepy moves on me. I'm not going to sit through dinner and watch it happen again. Especially not with some stuck-up, private school, flamboyant jerk that probably only wants to beat us at Sectionals and maybe get in your pants in the process."


Finn jumped at the shout, turning to the sink where Burt stood. Even though the man looked livid at what he had just heard, it was clear he had not spoken. Finn closed his eyes and slowly turned around as he braced for the rest of his mother's anger.

"I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE I RAISED IN MY HOUSE IS THAT JUDGMENTAL AND IGNORANT! AND DISGUSTING, SAYING SOMETHING LIKE THAT! I HAVE NEVER, NEVER BEEN MORE DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, FINN! I – " her volume dropped as she started choking back tears. "I think you should go to your room. You're not welcome for dinner tonight."

"FINE!" he yelled back at his mother, grabbing his backpack and a bag of chips from the counter before storming out of the kitchen. He walked into Burt's office/storage room, which had been turned into a makeshift bedroom for him, and slammed the door behind him. He turned on the television and his PlayStation before sitting down, hoping to take out his anger on assassins and tune out the dinner that would be happening down the hall.