Looky, my first fic exchance fic!
Title: The Devil Incarnate.
Rating: G.
Summary: Kurt asks Finn a favour. They end up in a closet.
Warnings/Spoilers: One for Wheels ( episode nine ), if you have yet to see that.
Author: adeina_rhyddha
Exchange Recipient: MusicLover12430 - I hope you like it.
A/N: I have absolutely no idea, so please do not ask. Based loosely on something that I actually did recently, but my version had much better results. ( Ie, I did not get stuck in a closet. ) With thanks to Muffin - aka woodsgal - for putting up with me and not just verbally abusing me when I was being annoying ( which, I admit, is much of the time ) and for beta-ing for me. ILY, Muffin.
“Hello?”
“Finn?”
Finn knew that voice. There was only one person with a voice like that. It was also, however, the last person Finn would have expected to ring him up on a Sunday afternoon during Spring break.
“Kurt?”
“Yes, it’s me. Finn, I need to ask you a favour.”
Finn frowned. What could Kurt Hummel possibly want from him?
“Uh…sure. Shoot.”
After all, Finn still owed him for all that help with the ballad. Even if, in the end, it didn’t work out with Quinn.
“I…could you come to my place?” Kurt asked. Finn blinked. He really had not expected that one.
“Uh…yeah, of course. But…why?”
“My uncle has gone out of town. My dad is away for the weekend, but he said we’d look after his dog. Well, I say dog - it’s a rat with a blow dry, one of those Pomeranian things. It…it licked my face. While I had a face mask on.”
The image of Kurt with his face covered in green stuff, and cucumbers on his eyes having it licked off by a small, fluffy dog was hilarious. Finn imagined his reaction would have been even funnier, and he dug his teeth into his lower lip to prevent himself bursting out laughing. For some reason, he did not think that Kurt would appreciate it.
“And it won’t stop yapping.”
Finn strained to hear it, but he couldn’t hear anything. He frowned, confused.
“I can’t hear anything.”
He actually heard Kurt roll his eyes.
“That would be because I locked it in the kitchen, then locked myself in my room downstairs. It was driving me crazy.”
That, at least, made sense.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Thank you.”
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Finn could hear high pitched barking when he arrived at Kurt’s house. He bit back a grin and knocked, starting when Kurt all but tore the door of it’s hinges in his enthusiasm to get it open.
“Thank the Lord you are here,” Kurt said, eyes wide, expression intensely relieved. “I hope you are good with dogs. Or, in this case, the Devil incarnate.”
“I’m sure it’s not that bad. And I am fairly good with dogs, as it happens. Just got to be firm with them.”
“I’ve yelled at it, I’ve thrown things at it, I’ve used my no nonsense voice. It is evil, Finn. I swear to you.”
Kurt sounded so sure of himself that Finn would have believed him if he hadn’t opened the kitchen door at that point and a cream ball of fluff hadn’t hurled itself, yapping, at them.
“Aw, Kurt! He’s cute!” Finn grinned, bending down to stroke the dog.
He was so excited he was all but taking off. His sweeping brush of a tail was wagging so fast Finn was surprised it didn’t come flying off, and he was bouncing up and down and licking at Finn’s hand.
“Rat with a blow dry!” Kurt cried, standing back in doorway, away from the dog. Finn just beamed at him.
“What’s his name?”
“Lucifer.”
“Lucifer! Lucifer! He’s not responding to it,” Finn looked at Kurt, who had raised an eyebrow.
“Lucifer was the name of Satan when he was in Heaven. Before he was a fallen angel? Oh, never mind. His name is Eric.”
“Eric! Eric, here boy!” Finn called, and grinned when Eric ran back over to him, tongue lolling, tail wagging.
“How come he likes you and not me?”
“I am sure he does like you.”
“No. He likes my face masks.”
“I am sure that this little guy likes everyone. Don’t you, Eric?”
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Finn was eating his stupid words.
He was now locked in the closet under the stairs with Kurt, Eric having gone ape shit crazy when they tried to take away the bread he’d managed to get off the table. Now Finn fully understood why Kurt had been scared of the little fur ball, and why he’d called him the Devil.
Also, Kurt’s hair smelt really, really good. It was very distracting.
“Do you see? Do you see, Finn, why I called you? Because he is evil. Evil, I tell you! And now we are in a closet. Under my stairs. My dad has gone away for the weekend. For the weekend, Finn! We could be stuck in here until Monday evening, if he even comes back on Monday - he may well decide to stay longer!”
Kurt was not happy. Finn was trying to listen, but with his nose buried in Kurt’s hair like it was, it was really hard to pay attention to anything except how soft it was, and how good it smelt. Fresh. Like fruit or something. And hair spray. But nice hair spray. Finn wasn’t sure what it was, but he liked it. Rather a lot.
“Finn, are you even listening to me?”
“What? Uh, yeah, sure. Of course I am.”
It was dark in the cupboard, and Finn couldn’t see, but he was sure that Kurt had raised an eyebrow in that way he had. It was like he could just tell when Finn was lying. Which probably wasn’t all that hard, really - Finn wasn’t sure how good of a liar he was.
“You haven’t listened to a word I’ve said since we’ve been in here.”
“Of course I have.”
“What was I just saying, then?”
“Uh…something about Eric?”
“A given since we are, in fact, hiding from him. I want specifics.”
“Huh?”
“Tell me something I said.”
“Uh…he’s evil?”
“You didn’t listen, did you?”
“Honestly? No.”
Kurt sighed.
“What, have you got Rachel on the brain or something?”
“No.”
“Then what are you thinking about?”
“Your hair. It smells really nice. And it’s all soft.”
Silence.
It was times like these that Finn really wished he had better control over what came out of his mouth.
“What did you just say?”
“Nothing.”
“You did. About my hair.”
“I…it smells. Really good. And, y’know. It’s really soft. It’s nice.”
“Nice.”
“Yeah. Kind of like girl’s hair. But, y’know, not. Because it’s shorter. But I like it.”
“Like girl’s hair but not.”
“Yeah.”
“You do realise you are making very little sense, don’t you?”
Finn frowned.
“But…it…is…nice. Like girl’s hair.”
“I gathered. And while I am glad you approve, I can’t help but wonder just why, exactly, you are telling me this.”
“Because…my nose is kind of buried in your hair. The ceiling isn’t high enough for me.”
“Oh. I see.”
“Really? Your eyesight must be good, then - I can’t see a thing.”
Kurt chuckled to himself, and Finn frowned again. To the best of his knowledge, he hadn’t said anything funny.
“Finn. We’re friends, right?”
“Uh…sure. Yeah, we are. Of course we are.”
Kurt sighed softly, and shifted so that Finn’s nose was no longer buried in his hair. Now he didn’t have the soft strands tickling his face, he was vitally aware of everywhere his body was in contact with Kurt’s. In the cramped confines of the closet, it was a lot of places.
If he strained - really strained - his eyes, he could just about make out the vague shape of Kurt, his head turned in profile towards him. He could see the gentle jut of his lips, full and pink and soft looking, and the slope of his nose, and, if he moved forward just a little, the flickering fan of Kurt’s eyelashes.
In the darkness, it was like Finn was seeing Kurt for the first time. And it was like he was seeing something he hadn’t even realised he wanted.
“Kurt?” he breathed. He felt Kurt shiver as his breath ghosted over his cheek.
“Yes?”
“Do you…and…me…I…”
Silence.
“Finn?”
“I think we should do this again.”
“Get stuck in a closet with a psychotic dog on the other side of the door?”
“No. Hang out.”
“In a closet?”
“No. Like…at each other’s place. Or maybe the movies. Or something.”
“Like…a date?”
“Uh…yeah. I suppose.”
“Did you just ask me out on a date?”
“I…I guess I just did, yeah.”
With that, a pair of arms made their way around his neck, and then a pair of lips were searching. They were soft and warm and a little wet, and they kissed his neck, his jaw, the corner of his mouth and, finally, his lips.
Kurt kissed like he hadn’t before, and Finn kissed back gently, wrapping his arms around Kurt tightly. When they broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily.
“I think we should do this again.”
“So do I, Finn. So do I.”