Glee-Fic: Zephyr's Breath, Chapter Two (Finn/Kurt, Blaine/Sam)
Title: Zephyr’s Breath
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: PG-13 for now
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt, Blaine/Sam
Chapter: 2/?
Word Count: 3322
Spoilers: Let’s say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: Kurt Hummel is the captain of a feared pirate ship, the Zephyr's Breath, but everything changes when he finds a young man who is the sole survivor of a shipwreck.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I’m done with them. :)
Zephyr’s Breath
Chapter Two
Finnegan Hudson was in completely over his head.
Bad enough that the ship he’d bought passage on had to be attacked by the most vicious and notorious pirate crew in the Caribbean, but now he was stuck on another pirate ship.
Admittedly, things on board were a little…strange, or at least strange compared to what he’d heard about pirates in general. For one, the captain seemed less like a captain and more like an old friend the others just happened to listen to. And for another, there were women on board. A lot of women.
And while Finn had never really gotten to know women very well (his mother, of course, was insisting he be betrothed which was one of the reasons he decided to take a journey across the ocean. He knew that she was hoping he’d come home with a wife, although he himself was not nearly so concerned about that), the fact was that these were not only women, but stunningly gorgeous women, and he wouldn’t mind getting to know a few of them.
But so far the only woman who was paying any attention at all to him was Rachel, and while she was small and pretty and he liked her well enough, she was kind of frightening him with her intensity and he thought that perhaps he should avoid her for a little while.
“Finnegan Hudson?”
“Yes?” he looked up, his eyes meeting another pair of brown ones, and blinked a few times.
This girl…the blonde…Quinn?
“I mean, yes, Quinn?”
She smiled and he was inwardly proud that he’d remembered her name. Normally he was a tad slow when it came to things such as that. “Your father’s name. What was it?” she asked, hands clasped behind her back, and she really was beautiful. Classically pretty, blonde hair, toned body…he shook his head and came back to the conversation.
“Oh! My father…his name was Christopher.”
“Christopher Hudson,” she smiled. “I knew it.”
“You know of my father?” Finn asked, leaning forward.
“My parents and your father knew each other rather well,” she nodded. “You haven’t by chance heard of the Fabray family, have you?”
“Your family name is Fabray?” Now Finn was terribly confused. The Fabray family was renowned even in Ireland for both the influence and the money that they possessed, so why would a daughter of the famous family be on board a pirate ship. “So why are you…”
“Sailing with pirates?” she laughed and sat on the rail, legs dangling down as he stood beside her. “Simple: when I was sixteen I became pregnant with a pirate’s child. My older sister is the heir to the Fabray name regardless and so my parents cast me out once they’d discovered the pregnancy. Eventually the two of us found out way to the Zephyr and Kurt gladly accepted us as part of his crew.”
“And your child?” Finn asked, because that was easier than asking about the father. Obviously Quinn was promised to somebody else and he should move on, although she really was terribly pretty.
“Rachel’s mother is raising her. She herself had to give Rachel up as a young girl and she wanted the chance to be an actual mother. I visit them occasionally when we are near Port Royal and I know she is as happy as can be. And it’s a far cry safer than trying to raise her on a pirate ship,” Quinn noted with a sigh.
“True,” Finn sighed as well and looked over the rail at the calm sea. They had raided the merchant ship early that morning (well, Finn had had no part of it, although he felt markedly better when he saw the ship leaving afterward looking mostly intact. As Kurt had told him, they only took from those who had too much to begin with) and were now on the way to Port Royal, but Artie estimated it would be around three days before they were close enough to send Finn in.
“You must really stop staring at me,” Quinn broke the silence with a laugh and he looked at her again. “I take it you’ve guessed by now that the father of my child is on board this ship?”
“I have, but…”
“But you’ve been on a long journey and you feel a pressing need to experience a woman’s flesh. I understand, of course, but I doubt you’ll get very far on this ship.”
“Is everybody…”
“Well, I’m with Puck,” she smiled at the look on his face. “Yes, he might come off as being tough, but he’s a really caring person inside. Brittany and Artie…”
“Artie can’t even walk!” Finn protested.
“Maybe not, but he’s assured us all that that part of his anatomy functions as well as ever,” she leered and he coughed and looked away. “As I was saying, we picked up Mike and Tina together at one point and while they have the same family name they assure us they are not from the same family, so they’re a pair. If you want to try for Mercedes you’ll have to go through Kurt.”
“They’re…”
“No. But he thinks of her as highly as a sister and I have a feeling he’ll be less than complimentary toward anybody that would hurt her,” Quinn informed him.
“And Santana?”
“She’d eat you alive,” Quinn snorted. “And Santana’s not in anything for the long haul; if you want her for a night you can have her, I’m sure, but if you want a relationship I would strongly advise against it.”
“If I’m only to be on board for a few more days…” Finn was mildly more hopeful, now. Santana scared him but she was untamed and beautiful and he’d imagine bedding her would be unforgettable. “Wait. What about Rachel?”
“Rachel and Jesse used to be…together, but there’s bad blood between them now. And Rachel is…”
“Intense?”
“To put it mildly,” Quinn sighed, one finger tracing the grooves in the wood railing. “As I said, it’s up to you, but just know that if you throw off the dynamic of this ship I have a feeling our captain may go back on his promise not to hurt you.”
“Well, I think you for the information,” Finn said, bowing slightly.
“You’re an uncommon sweet man, Mr. Hudson,” Quinn allowed him to help her down.
“Still, the fact that there is nobody on this ship…”
“I didn’t say ‘nobody’,” Quinn corrected him with a flirty smile. “There’s always the Captain.”
“Kurt? But Kurt’s a man!” Finn’s confused again, because it almost sounded like Quinn was suggesting…
“I forgot. You’ve been on land your whole life,” she reached to pat his shoulder before moving away.
“Believe me, Finnegan, you’ll learn soon enough.
Finn didn’t know what she meant, and he also wasn’t so sure he wanted to find out.
000
As it turned out, the tales about pirates being rather addicted to music were completely true, and that night they all sat on the deck singing and chatting, celebrating their victorious raid on the merchant vessel.
Also, for the most part, the crew of the vessel was also remarkably good at singing, and while Finn didn’t know many of the songs, there were a few he joined in hesitantly on, his voice sounding thin and untrained against the rest of them.
Rachel smiled at him, though, so he couldn’t have been that horrid.
And then Brittany and Mike started to do some sort of dance, and they were both rather talented, so Finn watched them for a while before he registered the blonde…Sam…coming off of the watch and tapping Puck on the shoulder, which earned him a stream of complaints from the other man until Quinn pushed him aside and told him to go.
He did, still grumbling quietly, and Sam gave the girl a smile before seating himself behind Blaine, who glanced back briefly before moving back enough that he was seated between Sam’s legs, letting the blonde pull him back against his chest.
Finn blinked, because this was more than a little odd, but maybe it was some pirate…thing…
And then they were kissing.
Finn stared with wide eyes even though nobody seemed to notice, and he gulped and tried to shy as far away from the group as a whole as he could.
He had heard the tales, of course, that pirates were immoral and did things that God would strike them down for, but to see something so vulgar right in front of his eyes…
He started to feel a little ill so he got up and headed for the front of the ship, nodding to Puck as he leant over the rail and sighed.
So now he was not only on a ship with pirates, he was on a ship with sodomites.
Perhaps that was what Quinn was referring to earlier when she had implied…
But that meant…
And this time he really was sick, coughing over the rail, because Quinn had insinuated that he and Kurt could…could…
And he’d been sharing a bed with the captain for the last couple of nights!
That thought is enough to make him sick again and he hangs rather pitifully over the side until he feels a hand on his back so he straightens up. “Sorry, I think I had too much to…” his voice died out as he realized Kurt was the one who had touched him, and he moved backward rapidly, pushing the other man away. “Don’t touch me!”
“Finn? Are you…”
“You knew,” Finn accused him, pointing at him as if he were some sort of evil spirit. “You knew that…that your first mate and…and Sam…”
“Are lovers?” Kurt asked, his voice hardening a little. “Of course. Is this a problem?”
“God’s…God’s going to strike you down…”
“I’ve never believed in God,” Kurt laughed bitterly, crossing his arms and looking a tad wistful. “Some of the people on this ship do and I don’t fault them for it, but…”
“You’re sinners!”
“We’re pirates,” Kurt corrected. “We steal things that aren’t ours. If any of us are going to Hell it’ll be because of that and not who we choose to be intimate with.”
“Then you…you…”
“To answer the question you seem afraid to ask: yes. Blaine and I used to be lovers, too, so there should now be no doubt in your mind about the type of person I feel attraction to,” Kurt looked a little hurt, eyes narrowed, and he turned and strode away. “If you don’t want to share a bed with me anymore I’ll understand.”
“I don’t. It’s disgusting. And the fact that you seem to think it is normal…”
“It is normal. At least, among pirates. I know you may be new to the life of a sailor but I won’t tolerate that kind of attitude on my ship,” Kurt warned him.
“Luckily for me I won’t be on this ship for much longer,” Finn retorted, folding his arms around his body.
“Lucky for us, too, I’m beginning to believe. Sleep where you will; believe what you will; but don’t cause trouble for my crew,” Kurt left him with that and Finn remembered how competent he looked with those odd swords and suppressed a shudder.
He eventually walked back to the crew, ignoring Blaine and Sam and pretending not to see the hurt look Kurt directed his way when he reached Rachel and asked, very politely, if she’d still like to share a bed with him.
Her response was overwhelmingly enthusiastic.
000
However, when they were laying in Rachel’s small bed later, he was beginning to think this was not the best idea he could have had. Rachel seemed to assume that because he wanted to share a bed it gave her free reign to do as she would with him.
And he was okay with the kissing and a bit of the touching, but when she smirked at him with those dark eyes and slid a hand into his breeches, he had to put a stop to it.
“Rachel…”
“Shh, just let me…” she urged, and he wasn’t used to women being so forward but, then again, these were pirate women and normal societal rules seemed not to apply here.
“Rachel, no,” he said firmly and she pulled back, looking confused.
“But I thought…if you wanted…”
“I do, but…not yet,” Finn reached for her hands and gripped them, placing a chaste kiss against her lips. As much as he told himself to make the most of this opportunity and just go for it, a larger knew that if he did he would always regret it. And it may have been rare, but he wanted to court a woman before he bedded her, or at least know more about her than just her name.
“Okay,” she agreed after a second, shifting under the blankets. “You’re a rare sort of man, Finnegan.”
“I’ve been told,” Finn kissed her again, loving this part, at least. “But perhaps it would be better if I slept elsewhere.”
“Perhaps,” she looked disappointed but didn’t protest, so he slid out of the bed and padded onto the deck, breathing in the Caribbean air and heaving a sigh.
He heard footsteps behind him again and was hesitant to turn around after last time, but in the end he decided it was best to find out and so he did, placing his back to the rail. “Blaine.”
“Good evening, Finn,” Blaine said cordially, resting one hand on his hip as the breeze blew his tousled curls into an even further state of disarray.
“I was just…”
“No, you weren’t,” Blaine shook his head and took a step closer as Finn tried to shrink back. “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but God will not send you to Hell for touching me.”
“It’s not…”
“Right. I know. But you’re not in your world anymore, Finn: you’re in ours. And we have no obligation to fit into the neat little ideals that you and all of those like you have. I love Sam,” he said, rather firmly, and Finn flinched at the blunt admission. “And tell me, what would be worse in God’s eyes? Marrying a woman I don’t love and sneaking off every night to be with a man I do? Or being true to myself and cherishing the one I love with everything I have?”
“I…” Finn had to admit that Blaine almost made a rational point.
Almost.
“I just…it isn’t what I’m accustomed to. I’ve spent my whole life being told how unnatural and wrong it is…”
“Is love ever wrong?” Blaine asked with a bit of a smile. “I know Kurt’s spoken to you of this but I’m just going to repeat what he’s already said: you don’t have to agree with it, but you are going to have to accept it if you wish to travel with us. Kurt may be our captain but he’s rather sensitive at heart and I think he believed you to be a more accepting man than you’re turning out to be.”
“But I…”
“You’ve slept in the same bed with him for two night, Finnegan. Has he made any unwanted advances?” Blaine pressed.
“No. No, he seemed…reluctant to touch me at all, in fact,” Finn realized.
“Because he knows where you come from. He knows that you probably wouldn’t warm up to the idea of sharing a ship with sodomites right away, so he tried to make you as comfortable as possible. And how do you repay him?” Blaine’s voice grew hard and Finn gulped.
Perhaps the man was right. Perhaps he had been too hard on Kurt. The man had taken him aboard, given him food, and even let him sleep in the captain’s quarters, and all he’d done was act like an ungrateful child. “You’re right,” he admitted. “You…I still can’t quite accept what you and Sam do, but…”
“You tried to share a bed with Rachel and that didn’t go over well,” Blaine smirked like he knew and Finn nodded quickly. “Go, then. See if Kurt will grant you any forgiveness.”
“I shall,” Finn nodded stiffly and flinched when Blaine lay a hand on his arm, but nothing horrible happened to him and eventually he breathed out and opened his eyes, looking into Blaine’s obviously amused ones.
“It’s not going to turn you into a sodomite if you touch me, and it’s not going to affect your standing with God. I promise,” Blaine’s hand lingered on his arm until Finn relaxed and nodded.
He was still far from okay with two men being in love, but he knew now that he had been horribly unfair to somebody who had only tried to show him kindness.
And he knew that he wouldn’t feel at peace with himself until he made up for that.
000
He knocked on the cabin door, not really expecting an answer at this time of the night, but Kurt surprised him by opening it a second later, looking rather rumpled and tousled. “Finnegan.”
“Kurt,” Finn breathed out slowly, steeling himself for the impending conversation. “I wanted to say that…I am sorry for how I reacted earlier. You were in the right; this is your ship, and while you…pirates…may believe in different things than what I was taught, I have no right to come in here and try to force you to change for my sake. Can you ever forgive me for this?”
Kurt regarded him carefully, his eyes still sleep-heavy, before nodding. “Of course. I should have known better as well and told Blaine and Sam to keep their affections more private. I knew that you probably were not used to seeing people as we are but it must have slipped my mind today,” he admitted, looking a little embarrassed. “So I must apologize as well.”
“No, you shouldn’t need to. I’m the guest; you could have left me to die in the ocean but you’ve taken me in and been nothing but kind. The least I can do is accept your crew for who they are, whether I agree with it or not,” Finn was amazed to find that saying the words were easy to say because he knew that deep down he believed them.
He still didn’t agree with it; the thought of two men doing…that…made him sick to his stomach, but he had no right to come in as a guest and tell others how to live their lives.
“Well, thank you for understanding,” Kurt gave him a tiny smile. “Is part of this because Rachel was moving too fast?”
“I…”
“I knew it. Come in,” Kurt beckoned him in and Finn yawned and made his way to the bed, taking up his spot facing the wall and closing his eyes. When Kurt didn’t join him he turned around and noticed the other man was still standing by the door.
“Are you not coming to bed?”
“No,” Kurt shook his head. “You can sleep here by yourself tonight; I’ll go relieve Blaine and take the next watch.”
“But are you not…”
“The captain of this vessel; of course,” Kurt shrugged his shoulders. “However, as much as you are trying to adjust to this, I can tell you still have problems with who I am and so perhaps for tonight you should sleep alone.”
“Kurt…”
“It’s for the best,” Kurt opened the door and started to leave before he turned back and added, “and you know, maybe I was right about you, Finnegan Hudson. Maybe you truly are the kind of man I thought you were.”
Kurt left, closing the door behind him, and Finn burrowed farther under the blankets and closed his eyes, sleep coming to him almost immediately despite everything.
Still, he thought right before he slipped into slumber, he was glad he only had to be on this ship for a few days.
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Notes:
1. Don’t hate Finn too much, okay?? I really hated writing him with that mentality but the truth is that at that time for as common and accepted as homosexual relationships were on pirate ships, most people would have considered them completely sinful and Finn would more than likely have been brought up as one of those people.
2. That being said, the Finn/Kurt may take a little longer in this fic because of that. But Finn will warm to the idea. Eventually.
3. Also, Lauren isn’t part of the crew. I like Lauren well enough and I like Puck/Lauren alright but she just…didn’t seem to fit when I was writing this (besides which, I ship Quick. Really. And I’m so mad this season that they’ve thrown Puck’s ‘I love you’ out like it never happened and they barely look at each other). So I’m sorry if anybody’s a fan of Lauren!!
4. Um, I think that’s it. If there’s anything really strange and modern in here please point it out to me; I wrote this and the last chapter of Caligo at the same time and sometimes I worry about things overlapping without my knowledge xP (Also, it’s after midnight, which officially makes it the eleventh, so…Happy Birthday, Cory :D)
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: PG-13 for now
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt, Blaine/Sam
Chapter: 2/?
Word Count: 3322
Spoilers: Let’s say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: Kurt Hummel is the captain of a feared pirate ship, the Zephyr's Breath, but everything changes when he finds a young man who is the sole survivor of a shipwreck.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I’m done with them. :)
Zephyr’s Breath
Chapter Two
Finnegan Hudson was in completely over his head.
Bad enough that the ship he’d bought passage on had to be attacked by the most vicious and notorious pirate crew in the Caribbean, but now he was stuck on another pirate ship.
Admittedly, things on board were a little…strange, or at least strange compared to what he’d heard about pirates in general. For one, the captain seemed less like a captain and more like an old friend the others just happened to listen to. And for another, there were women on board. A lot of women.
And while Finn had never really gotten to know women very well (his mother, of course, was insisting he be betrothed which was one of the reasons he decided to take a journey across the ocean. He knew that she was hoping he’d come home with a wife, although he himself was not nearly so concerned about that), the fact was that these were not only women, but stunningly gorgeous women, and he wouldn’t mind getting to know a few of them.
But so far the only woman who was paying any attention at all to him was Rachel, and while she was small and pretty and he liked her well enough, she was kind of frightening him with her intensity and he thought that perhaps he should avoid her for a little while.
“Finnegan Hudson?”
“Yes?” he looked up, his eyes meeting another pair of brown ones, and blinked a few times.
This girl…the blonde…Quinn?
“I mean, yes, Quinn?”
She smiled and he was inwardly proud that he’d remembered her name. Normally he was a tad slow when it came to things such as that. “Your father’s name. What was it?” she asked, hands clasped behind her back, and she really was beautiful. Classically pretty, blonde hair, toned body…he shook his head and came back to the conversation.
“Oh! My father…his name was Christopher.”
“Christopher Hudson,” she smiled. “I knew it.”
“You know of my father?” Finn asked, leaning forward.
“My parents and your father knew each other rather well,” she nodded. “You haven’t by chance heard of the Fabray family, have you?”
“Your family name is Fabray?” Now Finn was terribly confused. The Fabray family was renowned even in Ireland for both the influence and the money that they possessed, so why would a daughter of the famous family be on board a pirate ship. “So why are you…”
“Sailing with pirates?” she laughed and sat on the rail, legs dangling down as he stood beside her. “Simple: when I was sixteen I became pregnant with a pirate’s child. My older sister is the heir to the Fabray name regardless and so my parents cast me out once they’d discovered the pregnancy. Eventually the two of us found out way to the Zephyr and Kurt gladly accepted us as part of his crew.”
“And your child?” Finn asked, because that was easier than asking about the father. Obviously Quinn was promised to somebody else and he should move on, although she really was terribly pretty.
“Rachel’s mother is raising her. She herself had to give Rachel up as a young girl and she wanted the chance to be an actual mother. I visit them occasionally when we are near Port Royal and I know she is as happy as can be. And it’s a far cry safer than trying to raise her on a pirate ship,” Quinn noted with a sigh.
“True,” Finn sighed as well and looked over the rail at the calm sea. They had raided the merchant ship early that morning (well, Finn had had no part of it, although he felt markedly better when he saw the ship leaving afterward looking mostly intact. As Kurt had told him, they only took from those who had too much to begin with) and were now on the way to Port Royal, but Artie estimated it would be around three days before they were close enough to send Finn in.
“You must really stop staring at me,” Quinn broke the silence with a laugh and he looked at her again. “I take it you’ve guessed by now that the father of my child is on board this ship?”
“I have, but…”
“But you’ve been on a long journey and you feel a pressing need to experience a woman’s flesh. I understand, of course, but I doubt you’ll get very far on this ship.”
“Is everybody…”
“Well, I’m with Puck,” she smiled at the look on his face. “Yes, he might come off as being tough, but he’s a really caring person inside. Brittany and Artie…”
“Artie can’t even walk!” Finn protested.
“Maybe not, but he’s assured us all that that part of his anatomy functions as well as ever,” she leered and he coughed and looked away. “As I was saying, we picked up Mike and Tina together at one point and while they have the same family name they assure us they are not from the same family, so they’re a pair. If you want to try for Mercedes you’ll have to go through Kurt.”
“They’re…”
“No. But he thinks of her as highly as a sister and I have a feeling he’ll be less than complimentary toward anybody that would hurt her,” Quinn informed him.
“And Santana?”
“She’d eat you alive,” Quinn snorted. “And Santana’s not in anything for the long haul; if you want her for a night you can have her, I’m sure, but if you want a relationship I would strongly advise against it.”
“If I’m only to be on board for a few more days…” Finn was mildly more hopeful, now. Santana scared him but she was untamed and beautiful and he’d imagine bedding her would be unforgettable. “Wait. What about Rachel?”
“Rachel and Jesse used to be…together, but there’s bad blood between them now. And Rachel is…”
“Intense?”
“To put it mildly,” Quinn sighed, one finger tracing the grooves in the wood railing. “As I said, it’s up to you, but just know that if you throw off the dynamic of this ship I have a feeling our captain may go back on his promise not to hurt you.”
“Well, I think you for the information,” Finn said, bowing slightly.
“You’re an uncommon sweet man, Mr. Hudson,” Quinn allowed him to help her down.
“Still, the fact that there is nobody on this ship…”
“I didn’t say ‘nobody’,” Quinn corrected him with a flirty smile. “There’s always the Captain.”
“Kurt? But Kurt’s a man!” Finn’s confused again, because it almost sounded like Quinn was suggesting…
“I forgot. You’ve been on land your whole life,” she reached to pat his shoulder before moving away.
“Believe me, Finnegan, you’ll learn soon enough.
Finn didn’t know what she meant, and he also wasn’t so sure he wanted to find out.
000
As it turned out, the tales about pirates being rather addicted to music were completely true, and that night they all sat on the deck singing and chatting, celebrating their victorious raid on the merchant vessel.
Also, for the most part, the crew of the vessel was also remarkably good at singing, and while Finn didn’t know many of the songs, there were a few he joined in hesitantly on, his voice sounding thin and untrained against the rest of them.
Rachel smiled at him, though, so he couldn’t have been that horrid.
And then Brittany and Mike started to do some sort of dance, and they were both rather talented, so Finn watched them for a while before he registered the blonde…Sam…coming off of the watch and tapping Puck on the shoulder, which earned him a stream of complaints from the other man until Quinn pushed him aside and told him to go.
He did, still grumbling quietly, and Sam gave the girl a smile before seating himself behind Blaine, who glanced back briefly before moving back enough that he was seated between Sam’s legs, letting the blonde pull him back against his chest.
Finn blinked, because this was more than a little odd, but maybe it was some pirate…thing…
And then they were kissing.
Finn stared with wide eyes even though nobody seemed to notice, and he gulped and tried to shy as far away from the group as a whole as he could.
He had heard the tales, of course, that pirates were immoral and did things that God would strike them down for, but to see something so vulgar right in front of his eyes…
He started to feel a little ill so he got up and headed for the front of the ship, nodding to Puck as he leant over the rail and sighed.
So now he was not only on a ship with pirates, he was on a ship with sodomites.
Perhaps that was what Quinn was referring to earlier when she had implied…
But that meant…
And this time he really was sick, coughing over the rail, because Quinn had insinuated that he and Kurt could…could…
And he’d been sharing a bed with the captain for the last couple of nights!
That thought is enough to make him sick again and he hangs rather pitifully over the side until he feels a hand on his back so he straightens up. “Sorry, I think I had too much to…” his voice died out as he realized Kurt was the one who had touched him, and he moved backward rapidly, pushing the other man away. “Don’t touch me!”
“Finn? Are you…”
“You knew,” Finn accused him, pointing at him as if he were some sort of evil spirit. “You knew that…that your first mate and…and Sam…”
“Are lovers?” Kurt asked, his voice hardening a little. “Of course. Is this a problem?”
“God’s…God’s going to strike you down…”
“I’ve never believed in God,” Kurt laughed bitterly, crossing his arms and looking a tad wistful. “Some of the people on this ship do and I don’t fault them for it, but…”
“You’re sinners!”
“We’re pirates,” Kurt corrected. “We steal things that aren’t ours. If any of us are going to Hell it’ll be because of that and not who we choose to be intimate with.”
“Then you…you…”
“To answer the question you seem afraid to ask: yes. Blaine and I used to be lovers, too, so there should now be no doubt in your mind about the type of person I feel attraction to,” Kurt looked a little hurt, eyes narrowed, and he turned and strode away. “If you don’t want to share a bed with me anymore I’ll understand.”
“I don’t. It’s disgusting. And the fact that you seem to think it is normal…”
“It is normal. At least, among pirates. I know you may be new to the life of a sailor but I won’t tolerate that kind of attitude on my ship,” Kurt warned him.
“Luckily for me I won’t be on this ship for much longer,” Finn retorted, folding his arms around his body.
“Lucky for us, too, I’m beginning to believe. Sleep where you will; believe what you will; but don’t cause trouble for my crew,” Kurt left him with that and Finn remembered how competent he looked with those odd swords and suppressed a shudder.
He eventually walked back to the crew, ignoring Blaine and Sam and pretending not to see the hurt look Kurt directed his way when he reached Rachel and asked, very politely, if she’d still like to share a bed with him.
Her response was overwhelmingly enthusiastic.
000
However, when they were laying in Rachel’s small bed later, he was beginning to think this was not the best idea he could have had. Rachel seemed to assume that because he wanted to share a bed it gave her free reign to do as she would with him.
And he was okay with the kissing and a bit of the touching, but when she smirked at him with those dark eyes and slid a hand into his breeches, he had to put a stop to it.
“Rachel…”
“Shh, just let me…” she urged, and he wasn’t used to women being so forward but, then again, these were pirate women and normal societal rules seemed not to apply here.
“Rachel, no,” he said firmly and she pulled back, looking confused.
“But I thought…if you wanted…”
“I do, but…not yet,” Finn reached for her hands and gripped them, placing a chaste kiss against her lips. As much as he told himself to make the most of this opportunity and just go for it, a larger knew that if he did he would always regret it. And it may have been rare, but he wanted to court a woman before he bedded her, or at least know more about her than just her name.
“Okay,” she agreed after a second, shifting under the blankets. “You’re a rare sort of man, Finnegan.”
“I’ve been told,” Finn kissed her again, loving this part, at least. “But perhaps it would be better if I slept elsewhere.”
“Perhaps,” she looked disappointed but didn’t protest, so he slid out of the bed and padded onto the deck, breathing in the Caribbean air and heaving a sigh.
He heard footsteps behind him again and was hesitant to turn around after last time, but in the end he decided it was best to find out and so he did, placing his back to the rail. “Blaine.”
“Good evening, Finn,” Blaine said cordially, resting one hand on his hip as the breeze blew his tousled curls into an even further state of disarray.
“I was just…”
“No, you weren’t,” Blaine shook his head and took a step closer as Finn tried to shrink back. “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but God will not send you to Hell for touching me.”
“It’s not…”
“Right. I know. But you’re not in your world anymore, Finn: you’re in ours. And we have no obligation to fit into the neat little ideals that you and all of those like you have. I love Sam,” he said, rather firmly, and Finn flinched at the blunt admission. “And tell me, what would be worse in God’s eyes? Marrying a woman I don’t love and sneaking off every night to be with a man I do? Or being true to myself and cherishing the one I love with everything I have?”
“I…” Finn had to admit that Blaine almost made a rational point.
Almost.
“I just…it isn’t what I’m accustomed to. I’ve spent my whole life being told how unnatural and wrong it is…”
“Is love ever wrong?” Blaine asked with a bit of a smile. “I know Kurt’s spoken to you of this but I’m just going to repeat what he’s already said: you don’t have to agree with it, but you are going to have to accept it if you wish to travel with us. Kurt may be our captain but he’s rather sensitive at heart and I think he believed you to be a more accepting man than you’re turning out to be.”
“But I…”
“You’ve slept in the same bed with him for two night, Finnegan. Has he made any unwanted advances?” Blaine pressed.
“No. No, he seemed…reluctant to touch me at all, in fact,” Finn realized.
“Because he knows where you come from. He knows that you probably wouldn’t warm up to the idea of sharing a ship with sodomites right away, so he tried to make you as comfortable as possible. And how do you repay him?” Blaine’s voice grew hard and Finn gulped.
Perhaps the man was right. Perhaps he had been too hard on Kurt. The man had taken him aboard, given him food, and even let him sleep in the captain’s quarters, and all he’d done was act like an ungrateful child. “You’re right,” he admitted. “You…I still can’t quite accept what you and Sam do, but…”
“You tried to share a bed with Rachel and that didn’t go over well,” Blaine smirked like he knew and Finn nodded quickly. “Go, then. See if Kurt will grant you any forgiveness.”
“I shall,” Finn nodded stiffly and flinched when Blaine lay a hand on his arm, but nothing horrible happened to him and eventually he breathed out and opened his eyes, looking into Blaine’s obviously amused ones.
“It’s not going to turn you into a sodomite if you touch me, and it’s not going to affect your standing with God. I promise,” Blaine’s hand lingered on his arm until Finn relaxed and nodded.
He was still far from okay with two men being in love, but he knew now that he had been horribly unfair to somebody who had only tried to show him kindness.
And he knew that he wouldn’t feel at peace with himself until he made up for that.
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He knocked on the cabin door, not really expecting an answer at this time of the night, but Kurt surprised him by opening it a second later, looking rather rumpled and tousled. “Finnegan.”
“Kurt,” Finn breathed out slowly, steeling himself for the impending conversation. “I wanted to say that…I am sorry for how I reacted earlier. You were in the right; this is your ship, and while you…pirates…may believe in different things than what I was taught, I have no right to come in here and try to force you to change for my sake. Can you ever forgive me for this?”
Kurt regarded him carefully, his eyes still sleep-heavy, before nodding. “Of course. I should have known better as well and told Blaine and Sam to keep their affections more private. I knew that you probably were not used to seeing people as we are but it must have slipped my mind today,” he admitted, looking a little embarrassed. “So I must apologize as well.”
“No, you shouldn’t need to. I’m the guest; you could have left me to die in the ocean but you’ve taken me in and been nothing but kind. The least I can do is accept your crew for who they are, whether I agree with it or not,” Finn was amazed to find that saying the words were easy to say because he knew that deep down he believed them.
He still didn’t agree with it; the thought of two men doing…that…made him sick to his stomach, but he had no right to come in as a guest and tell others how to live their lives.
“Well, thank you for understanding,” Kurt gave him a tiny smile. “Is part of this because Rachel was moving too fast?”
“I…”
“I knew it. Come in,” Kurt beckoned him in and Finn yawned and made his way to the bed, taking up his spot facing the wall and closing his eyes. When Kurt didn’t join him he turned around and noticed the other man was still standing by the door.
“Are you not coming to bed?”
“No,” Kurt shook his head. “You can sleep here by yourself tonight; I’ll go relieve Blaine and take the next watch.”
“But are you not…”
“The captain of this vessel; of course,” Kurt shrugged his shoulders. “However, as much as you are trying to adjust to this, I can tell you still have problems with who I am and so perhaps for tonight you should sleep alone.”
“Kurt…”
“It’s for the best,” Kurt opened the door and started to leave before he turned back and added, “and you know, maybe I was right about you, Finnegan Hudson. Maybe you truly are the kind of man I thought you were.”
Kurt left, closing the door behind him, and Finn burrowed farther under the blankets and closed his eyes, sleep coming to him almost immediately despite everything.
Still, he thought right before he slipped into slumber, he was glad he only had to be on this ship for a few days.
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Notes:
1. Don’t hate Finn too much, okay?? I really hated writing him with that mentality but the truth is that at that time for as common and accepted as homosexual relationships were on pirate ships, most people would have considered them completely sinful and Finn would more than likely have been brought up as one of those people.
2. That being said, the Finn/Kurt may take a little longer in this fic because of that. But Finn will warm to the idea. Eventually.
3. Also, Lauren isn’t part of the crew. I like Lauren well enough and I like Puck/Lauren alright but she just…didn’t seem to fit when I was writing this (besides which, I ship Quick. Really. And I’m so mad this season that they’ve thrown Puck’s ‘I love you’ out like it never happened and they barely look at each other). So I’m sorry if anybody’s a fan of Lauren!!
4. Um, I think that’s it. If there’s anything really strange and modern in here please point it out to me; I wrote this and the last chapter of Caligo at the same time and sometimes I worry about things overlapping without my knowledge xP (Also, it’s after midnight, which officially makes it the eleventh, so…Happy Birthday, Cory :D)