Finn only left his room once to go to the bathroom, and when he was situated back on the floor with his chips at his side and a death match beginning, he realized he had left the door opened when he had returned. He debated closing the door, or maybe even slamming it again to prove to his mother he was still upset, but decided he was too lazy to do so.

As he continued to make his way from battlefield to battlefield, he overheard bits and pieces of the conversation in the kitchen. His mom sounded very impressed with this Blaine kid, and she laughed loudly at something Kurt had said. Part of him wanted to know what was going on, but he wasn't about to humiliate himself again by walking out there and finding out.

So he sat in front of the television and played. He ran out of chips, but still played. He realized his phone was in the kitchen, and Puck was going to text him about a party at some Cheerio's house tomorrow, but still played. He was getting worse and worse at this damn game as he kept playing, but he still played.

"If you want to get onto that ledge, crouch as soon as you land."

He turned around in surprise. A boy about his age was standing in the doorway.

"Who are you?"

"Sorry, where are my manners? I'm Blaine." The boy said, walking into the room and offering his hand to Finn, who looked at it without making any move to shake it.

"You're Blaine? The Blaine Kurt invited to dinner?"

"No, I'm not that Blaine. That's another one. There's about ten or twelve Blaines in that kitchen. It's Ohio's first Blaine Club meeting. It was so nice that the Hummels offered to host it.

"That was actually a little thing called a joke," Blaine added when he saw Finn's confused face. "I'm the Blaine that Kurt invited."

"Oh. I'm Finn," he said, finally grabbing Blaine's hand. "Wait, what did you say about the ledge?"

Blaine sighed and sat next to Finn. "The thing is, you're too tall to stand under the ledge. You'll hit your head and fall off. You need to crouch the whole time, especially when you land."

Finn tried his advice, and it worked perfectly. "Finally!" he exclaimed, moving to grab the sniper rifle hidden on the ledge. He paused the game and turned to look at Blaine. "How did you know how to do that?"

"I've played this before," he answered simply.

"You play Call of Duty?" Finn was dumbfounded.

"Gay guys can play video games, too," Blaine said, not taking any offence to the insinuation, laughing instead. "It's not my favorite thing to do, but it's fun. I go to an all boys' school; Call of Duty is like the Bible to some of those guys. When they have gaming marathons I sometimes go and play."

Finn reached behind him and grabbed the extra controller. "Do you want to play now?"

Blaine shrugged. "Sure, I guess. Kurt kind of kicked us out of the kitchen so he could finish preparing the dessert. So I figure I've got a few minutes."

After saving his game and switching to multiplayer mode, Finn and Blaine started playing.

"So, what's going on out there?" Finn asked, gesturing towards the kitchen with his head.

"Just dinner. Kurt's a great cook. Your mom's really sweet; I like her."

Finn nodded, keeping his eyes on the game.

"Kurt told me you thought I was 'here to pull a Jesse St. James' and sabotage New Directions," Blaine said. "Just so you know, that's not the case."

Again, Finn nodded.

"I mean it. We Warblers take great pride in defeating our opponents respectfully. And I couldn't live with myself if I did something like that to Kurt."

The screen flashed red as Blaine executed Finn's soldier. The football player sat there, shocked that the boy who was talking about glee club and Kurt was kicking his ass in Call of Duty. He must have sat there too long, for Blaine patted his back and told him to stop mourning the death of a fictional fighter.

"No, dude, it's not that. It's just…. You're like, the complete opposite of what I was expecting."

Blaine looked a little taken aback. "What were you expecting?"

Finn shrugged. "I don't know."

"A stuck-up, private school, flamboyant jerk that probably only wants to beat you at Sectionals and get into Kurt's pants?"

Hearing his own words thrown back at him made Finn flinch. "Kurt told you that too?"

"Yeah. He was more upset about it than I was. He told me that maybe I shouldn't have come, and just wait until you came around. He's pretty bummed you're not out there."


Blaine nodded, smiling. "And I told him what better way to prove to you that I'm not any of those things than by coming." He turned to Finn, tone suddenly serious. "Do you honestly think I'm any of what you said?"

Finn took a moment to let it all set in. He had always pictured Blaine as a cross between Jesse and Kurt, seeing as the former was a conceited rival singer and the latter was gay, and Blaine was supposed to be both. But Finn didn't get either vibe by looking at Blaine. He dressed similar to Kurt – bright blue button-down shirt, tight-fitting vest, dark skinny jeans and converses – and did his hair with the same side part. Other than that, they didn't look that alike. Nor did Blaine seem conceited or overly preppy, like the kids in Lima who went to the Catholic school across town. And he did seem pretty sincere about that stuff he said about glee and Kurt.

Blaine wasn't anything like Finn had thought.

"You're just a normal guy."

"I'd like to think so," Blaine said, laughing. "You're pretty normal yourself. You should have dessert with us."

"I don't know about that," Finn said. "I was kind of a jerk earlier to Kurt and my mom."

"Then why wait until later to try and fix it? Besides, if Kurt tries to feed me more than he already has I'm going to have to pull out my 'fat uniform' for school."

Finn laughed. "Now you remind me of Kurt."

The two shut of the television and made their way into the living room, where Burt and Carole were on the couch watching Jeopardy and waiting for Kurt to call them back for dessert. They both turned around and watched as Finn followed Blaine across the room into the kitchen.

"So, I was searching for the bathroom, and look who I found instead," Blaine said, pointing over his shoulder at Finn. The two almost-stepbrothers exchanged silent glances, Kurt's full of anger and suspicion while Finn was meek and apologetic. Blaine stood between the two of them wearing a confident smirk.

"Oh, come on, do I have to do everything myself?" Blaine asked when the two brothers refused to speak to each other. "Finn, tell Kurt what you said about me."

Kurt's eyes widened as he waited for Finn's words, not knowing what kind of conversation he and Blaine had had. Finn cleared his throat and took a deep breath, noticing out of the corner of his eye that his mother and Burt were standing at the doorway.

"I told Blaine that he's a pretty normal guy."

"Did you hear that, Kurt? I'm normal!" Blaine laughed, pulling Kurt in for a hug. "A guy like me, normal. Never in my life have I been so happy to be considered normal!"

Kurt shared the same expression of shock as his father and Carole did. "You think he's normal?"

"He's also better than me at video games."