Ever since finding out that Kurt had lost his memory, Finn had vowed to himself to be a better brother, to help him through everything. Much like at home, though, he seemed to keep finding one excuse after another to avoid the issue. He hated it, but it seemed that doing something about it just never really happened. He just thought that there were others who were a little better equipped to handle something like that. He never knew what to say in those situations. Words, well, they just weren't really his thing. Rachel and Blaine, however...

Finn was already on his way out of his bedroom when he heard Kurt call out his name. The smell of baked goods in the apartment was hard to ignore. His brows furrowed and he shook his head, though, once he spotted his brother. Sure, the tidiness of the apartment had gone a little downhill in the past little while, but he was going to get it to. "Did you just come here to clean up?"