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After being a victim of a “Kurt-Hummel-Tackle-And-Run” two times now, Finn was starting to become a little paranoid, especially when he was carrying important stuff, like snacks. He tried to be more aware of his surroundings whenever he knew Kurt was around. He used to be afraid of Kurt watching him while he changed (he’s not anymore, thank-you very much) but now he was kind of just afraid in general. Kurt was like a ninja, or a superhero, or something.
He was just stepping out of the bathroom after a shower with his towel wrapped around his waist when he noticed it. The hallway was quiet, too quiet. His mom and Burt were at work, but he just knew Kurt was still home. But the lack of Beyonce or showtunes was unsettling. He looked down both ends of the hallway, but didn’t spot Kurt. He hoped that Kurt went to help his dad out at the shop or something as he quickly made his way to his room down the hall. He was a only few steps away from his goal when he once again felt himself land on the ground.
Kurt hadn’t gone to help his dad.