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...Do you know how many calories are in those?

"No...but then, they taste so good that I don't care." He shrugged.

"You'll care tonight when you get stomach ache," Kurt points out, shaking his head at his step-brother.

"I have an early start tomorrow, I don't want to be up half the night listening to you throw up."

"This is just a little snack. I'll eat something decent for dinner."

"You'll spoil your dinner if you keep eating those."

"Nah, we don't eat for another two hours, right? I should be okay till then."

"Carole'll kill you if you ruin your appetite. She's been working on that casserole all day."

"I know. I know better than to make my mom mad. Plus, I didn't eat that much." He lied as he threw the empty boxes away.

Kurt just gives Finn a look, making it very clear that he's well aware he's lying.

Finn frowned. "What? Dude, I'll be okay, really. If it helps, I'll go out front and shoot hoops. It should burn off some of the sugar, right?"

"Whatever," he shrugs.

"As I said, just don't make yourself sick. It's gross."

Finn frowned. "I won't." He went and grabbed his ball and came back to the kitchen. "Wanna join me? I know it's not really your thing, but I thought I'd ask. You seemed bored."

"Oh, no, no, thank you." He looks mildly appalled by the idea.

"I have plenty to be getting on with that won't leave me unpleasantly sweaty."

"Ah, okay." Finn smirked. "I am sure there's a dirty joke in there somewhere." He gave Kurt a playful wink before heading out.