Glee-Fic: Zephyr's Breath, Chapter Eighteen (Finn/Kurt, Blaine/Sam)
Title:Zephyr’s Breath
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt, minor Blaine/Sam
Chapter: 18/?
Word Count: 2513
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 Eighteen
“You want to build a ship?”
“I do, sir. I have money,” Wes promised, looking a little intimidated under Burt’s glare and Kurt had to stifle a laugh.
His father could definitely have that effect on people.
“Look, son, just because my son’s a pirate doesn’t mean I cater to pirates. You’d better not be trying to pull one over on me,” he threatened and Wes shook his head.
“I’m not, sir. Our old ship…we were attacked by a group of cowards who left us to sink but luckily we wrecked ourselves on shore before that could happen. We had ample money in our hold that we brought along; I can pay you immediately if you so desire…”
“No, I believe you,” his father nodded. “Kurt, you know what you want in this ship?”
“I’ve gotten Artie to draw up some plans,” he nodded and pulled some parchment from out of his coat. “It’s unconventional but it’ll work, especially because it’s going to be built for the singular purpose of destroying the Midnight Raven.”
“Yeah, she’s causing a right lot of trouble, isn’t she?” he sighed and took the plans. “You know this will need to be made from the strongest wood we’ve got, right? To have that shallow a hull and still carry the amount of guns you’ve got listed…”
“It will work, father. I’ve done some calculations and we can make her a little longer than the Zephyr, but she has to be light and fast. The Raven’s biggest weaknesses are that it can’t go into shallow water without fear of hitting reefs and that she’s so heavy manoeuvrability in the water becomes an issue. We need to counter both of those while still building a ship that could get into a cannon fight with her and come out unscathed,” he explained and his father eventually nodded.
“You know that building a ship can take a long time, Kurt…”
“I have my crew and Wes has his, and they’re all perfectly capable of following instructions. We can build it far more quickly than you and I built the Zephyr, that’s for certain,” he laughed.
“If you’re sure. It’s your money,” his father eventually sighed. “Well, I’ll see what supplies we have back in the lumberyard and what would be the best wood to build your ship from and we can go from there.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hummel,” Wes nodded to him and he merely pursed his lips and headed out back.
“Don’t let him frighten you,” Kurt patted the other man’s shoulder as he steered him out of the shop. “He’s like that with everybody but he really is flattered whenever anybody asks for his workmanship.”
“Does he deal with pirates often?”
“Some,” Kurt admitted. “Of course, he doesn’t want to build anything that could one day attack my ship, but he also can’t let people know that he’s my father, so it’s a fine line.”
“Yes. Well, I’ll let you and he catch up,” Wes gave him a smile and a curt nod before heading back to the Zephyr and Kurt sighed and set his hands on his hips.
He may have loved the ocean, but sometimes, it just felt good to be home.
…Now he just had to convince his father to let he and Finn share a bed.
That ought to be entertaining.
000
“I know he’s your…lover…Kurt, but the fact is that it’s still my house,” his father said when he’d brought up the topic, Finn lumbering around in the background and staring at the massive stacks of lumber.
“I promise we won’t do anything besides sleep. I think we’re both tired of being on the ship for so long…Finn especially because he’s not used to it,” Kurt tried to keep his tone rational.
“Son, I trust you…you know I do…but the fact is that you’re both young men and I understand…”
“Stop. Please,” Kurt did not want to talk about what he and Finn did with his father.
Or with anyone, really.
Some things were meant to stay behind closed doors.
“We just want to sleep. That’s all,” he tried again and his father eventually sighed and nodded stiffly.
“I’ll grant you permission, then. But if I hear anything…”
“You won’t,” Kurt promised, patting him on the shoulder.
“So who gets the guest house, then?” his father asked, and Kurt wondered if he should admit to that.
Because, being a ship repair and building business, sometimes his father had clients who had emergency repairs needed and had no choice but to stay overnight, and since his father really didn’t want strangers in the house, he’d made sure to have a place for them to stay for the night in the back of their property.
And really, being Kurt’s first mate, Blaine was the only one who’d get to take the guest house.
“Blaine,” he finally said truthfully and his father narrowed his eyes.
“Blaine have a lover?”
“Yes.”
“Tell them to keep it down, too,” his father looked a little exasperated and Kurt had to smile.
“Don’t worry, father. They’re both highly respectable gentlemen,” he promised as Finn came back over.
“Well, I’ll leave you lads on your own, then, while I try and figure out these plans of yours,” he clapped Kurt on the back before going into the shop proper and Kurt turned to give Finn a radiant smile.
“Yes?”
“He’s letting us room together. We have to behave ourselves, but we’ve got his blessing.”
“Better than nothing,” Finn sighed, wrapping his arms around Kurt and holding him close. “But we’ll be here quite a while; he can’t expect us to behave ourselves for all that time…”
“We have to be quiet,” Kurt nodded. “But I think we can afford to have a little fun.”
“Excellent,” Finn quickly kissed the side of his neck before moving away and Kurt reached up to brush the spot, a smile on his face.
Excellent indeed.
000
That night, Kurt was comfortable in his own bed with Finn holding him, when the other man spoke up.
“I was thinking…when the Raven is finally taken care of, the first thing I want to do is bring my mother over from Ireland. I think she’d truly love it here and, really, there’s nothing keeping her there anymore,” he said quietly as Kurt nodded, sighing against the other man’s skin.
“That should be possible. You’d have to find a place for her here, of course, but…”
“I would,” Finn admitted. “And that may prove difficult seeing as how I’m…a wanted man,” he shivered a little and Kurt stroked his shoulders.
“Love, I’ve been a wanted man for years. You’ll get used to it,” he promised, kissing Finn quickly and moving to pet his cheek. “But I was thinking, if she wouldn’t object…my father gets lonely here, I know that, and he has this rather large house to himself. If she wished to stay here…”
“That would be wonderful, actually,” Finn looked relieved that he no longer had to seek out a place by himself. “It’s truly a lovely town and I think she would take to it well.”
“Good,” Kurt closed his eyes and added, “And besides, with both of their spouses dead, perhaps…”
“Kurt!”
“What? Is there something so objectionable about it?” Kurt asked innocently, cracking one eye open to take in the rather mortified expression on Finn’s face.
“With us…if our parents…if they…”
“It’s completely fine,” Kurt patted his shoulder. “What we have has nothing to do with what they may possibly one day create. Add to that the fact that we shall never be able to legally marry…not that I think we would be ready for that even if we could,” he said quickly as Finn’s eyes widened. “I’m no fool, Finn. I know that what we have is hardly anything that will last, so stop looking like you fear me.”
“That wasn’t…” Finn sighed. “That wasn’t what I was going to protest. You’re right, of course: what our parents may or may not do should hardly concern us.”
“I’m glad you agree,” Kurt said quietly, a tad disappointed that Finn didn’t address his other point but then, who was he trying to fool? He may have loved Finn…at least, he was fairly sure of his feelings, but there was no reason to believe that Finn’s feelings were nearly as powerful.
“Kurt,” Finn added softly and Kurt met his eyes, sighing happily as Finn gave him a rather sweet kiss. “What you said, it isn’t that it doesn’t mean anything to me. I care about you more than I’d like to admit, I believe, and…”
“Shh,” Kurt pressed his fingers over Finn’s lips, eyes fluttering closed when the other man sucked them into his mouth and ran his tongue around them. “Finn. Not tonight, love. My father’s going to no doubt check on us for the first few nights so let’s just…oh,” he breathed as Finn sucked harder before letting Kurt’s fingers slip from his mouth.
“Okay. We can sleep,” he nodded before burrowing down and pulling Kurt in, twining their legs together as Kurt went willingly.
“You know,” Kurt mentioned tiredly, hand running down Finn’s arm lightly, “as much as I love my life on the sea, sometimes it’s just…nice to come home and be taken care of for a while.”
“I’ll take care of you,” Finn murmured, pressing a kiss into his hair, and Kurt froze.
“Finn?”
But Finn was asleep, breaths even and steady, and Kurt tried to calm his racing heart and leaned farther into Finn’s broad chest.
He wondered if Finn knew what exactly he had just admitted to.
000
“Mm,” Sam tipped his head back, fingers tightened in Blaine’s curly as hair as Blaine licked at the head of his lover’s flushed cock, loving how easy it was between them. Sam was fairly stoic and professional while on board, the prefect crew mate, but his incredible good-humor and brilliant smile only really came out in the bedroom and it was a part of him Blaine felt more than blessed to see.
He was also fairly willing in the bedroom…well, more than willing, generally, and he was leaning back on the bed, eyes fluttering shut as he swallowed and sighed.
“This is nice,” he said, his voice low and throaty, and Blaine hummed in agreement and slipped his lips over the tip of Sam’s arousal, sucking gently as Sam moaned. “Having a room to ourselves,” he gasped as Blaine opened his throat and slid down farther, eyes angled upwards to take in the lean line of Sam’s strong body, the arch of his back, his fair hair whiskey-gold in the candlelight. “Oh.”
Blaine started to suck in earnest, all traces of teasing gone from his actions, and Sam groaned, hips bucking up as his mouth opened. “Close. I’m…Blaine.”
Blaine smiled to himself and took as much of Sam’s ample cock as he could, loving how free he was, and he could tell Sam was close to climax by the way he was cursing and writhing, and he was snapping his hips and oh, so close.
“Oh, Lord, I…”
“You lads doing okay?” came a rather loud voice outside the door and Blaine was so glad the door had a lock or this could be completely mortifying.
“We’re fine, Mr. Hummel,” he called, his voice a little strained, and eventually he heard Mr. Hummel’s footsteps going back down the hallway.
“Blaine…Blaine, please, I…”
“Sorry!” Blaine took Sam’s cock into his mouth again and sucked, Sam opening his mouth and coming without a sound, body shaking as he rode out his release.
“Well,” he managed once he was laying there, chest still heaving as he cooled down. “That was unexpected.”
“Perhaps not,” Blaine shrugged and clambered up on the bed beside his lover, removing his breeches as he did so. “I should have expected it, really. He’s rather strict about what goes on under his roof…even if we’re in the guest house.”
“Oh,” the other man pulled him closer. “Are you…”
“I’m fine,” Blaine promised. “As you can probably imagine, that rather effectively ruined the mood,” he laughed and Sam could only nod in agreement. “Are you tired?”
“Tired enough to sleep,” Sam agreed, his eyes half-closed.
“Sleep, then,” Blaine let his head rest on Sam’s shoulder and pulled the blankets over them, hand clasped with his lover’s as they both fell into slumber.
000
“I’m not letting you near that ship again,” Kurt told Finn the next day as they’d started to build the new ship. Finn shrugged and stuffed his hands in his breech pockets, looking a little embarrassed because really, all he’d had to do was hammer a nail into a piece of wood and somehow he’d ended up not only nearly putting the nail through his own hand, but he’d swung the wood around, hit Puck in the stomach, and all but knocked the wind out of him.
So.
Not a very productive day for Finnegan Hudson. “I’m sorry, Kurt. I’m notoriously uncoordinated, you know that…”
“This barely took coordination!” Kurt snapped and Finn stepped back, not used to Kurt being cross with him. It was rather ugly to see although he knew it would intimidate a lot of people. “Oh, Finn,” Kurt rubbed a hand over his eyes before looking up. “I’m so sorry, love. This is just…I get rather excitable when I’m shipbuilding and it’s nothing against you.”
“I know,” Finn gave him a thin smile, because honestly, he was still more than a little intimidated. “I’ll sit off to the side, then, shall I?”
“Perhaps I can employ you to just hand people various things. That should go over okay, shouldn’t it?” Kurt had a bit of a smile but Finn could tell he was still feeling bad for what he’d said, so he stepped forward and pulled the shorter man into a firm embrace.
“You don’t have to apologize. I know I’m rather hopeless,” he murmured into Kurt’s hair as Kurt sighed and wrapped his arms around Finn’s waist. “And now at least we’ll know for the future.”
“To never let you near a ship again?” Kurt said lightly and Finn kissed him before letting him go.
“Yes. Now off with you. Build you ship. I’ll occupy myself somehow,” he tried to look rather mournful and Kurt rolled his eyes skyward.
“There’s a lovely area about a mile from the town with a waterfall and a lake like where we brought you after your illness. You could spend time there if you chose,” Kurt told him quietly and Finn eventually nodded. “And then…maybe one night…we can go there together?”
“Sounds lovely,” Finn agreed, clasping Kurt’s hand for a moment before stepping back. “I shall go look around, then. I’ll be back before it’s time to eat.”
“Don’t get lost!” Kurt called after him although he knew that was probably a hopeless wish.
He just hoped Finn didn’t get himself too lost, and with a shake of his head and wry smile he went back to his work.
All Chapters
Notes:
1. Sorry for the delay! I was at a hotel where I was promised Internet and, well, there was none, so posting became impossible :(
2. Other than that, I hope you all enjoyed this!! We’re working up toward the climax of the fic :D
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt, minor Blaine/Sam
Chapter: 18/?
Word Count: 2513
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 Eighteen
“You want to build a ship?”
“I do, sir. I have money,” Wes promised, looking a little intimidated under Burt’s glare and Kurt had to stifle a laugh.
His father could definitely have that effect on people.
“Look, son, just because my son’s a pirate doesn’t mean I cater to pirates. You’d better not be trying to pull one over on me,” he threatened and Wes shook his head.
“I’m not, sir. Our old ship…we were attacked by a group of cowards who left us to sink but luckily we wrecked ourselves on shore before that could happen. We had ample money in our hold that we brought along; I can pay you immediately if you so desire…”
“No, I believe you,” his father nodded. “Kurt, you know what you want in this ship?”
“I’ve gotten Artie to draw up some plans,” he nodded and pulled some parchment from out of his coat. “It’s unconventional but it’ll work, especially because it’s going to be built for the singular purpose of destroying the Midnight Raven.”
“Yeah, she’s causing a right lot of trouble, isn’t she?” he sighed and took the plans. “You know this will need to be made from the strongest wood we’ve got, right? To have that shallow a hull and still carry the amount of guns you’ve got listed…”
“It will work, father. I’ve done some calculations and we can make her a little longer than the Zephyr, but she has to be light and fast. The Raven’s biggest weaknesses are that it can’t go into shallow water without fear of hitting reefs and that she’s so heavy manoeuvrability in the water becomes an issue. We need to counter both of those while still building a ship that could get into a cannon fight with her and come out unscathed,” he explained and his father eventually nodded.
“You know that building a ship can take a long time, Kurt…”
“I have my crew and Wes has his, and they’re all perfectly capable of following instructions. We can build it far more quickly than you and I built the Zephyr, that’s for certain,” he laughed.
“If you’re sure. It’s your money,” his father eventually sighed. “Well, I’ll see what supplies we have back in the lumberyard and what would be the best wood to build your ship from and we can go from there.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hummel,” Wes nodded to him and he merely pursed his lips and headed out back.
“Don’t let him frighten you,” Kurt patted the other man’s shoulder as he steered him out of the shop. “He’s like that with everybody but he really is flattered whenever anybody asks for his workmanship.”
“Does he deal with pirates often?”
“Some,” Kurt admitted. “Of course, he doesn’t want to build anything that could one day attack my ship, but he also can’t let people know that he’s my father, so it’s a fine line.”
“Yes. Well, I’ll let you and he catch up,” Wes gave him a smile and a curt nod before heading back to the Zephyr and Kurt sighed and set his hands on his hips.
He may have loved the ocean, but sometimes, it just felt good to be home.
…Now he just had to convince his father to let he and Finn share a bed.
That ought to be entertaining.
000
“I know he’s your…lover…Kurt, but the fact is that it’s still my house,” his father said when he’d brought up the topic, Finn lumbering around in the background and staring at the massive stacks of lumber.
“I promise we won’t do anything besides sleep. I think we’re both tired of being on the ship for so long…Finn especially because he’s not used to it,” Kurt tried to keep his tone rational.
“Son, I trust you…you know I do…but the fact is that you’re both young men and I understand…”
“Stop. Please,” Kurt did not want to talk about what he and Finn did with his father.
Or with anyone, really.
Some things were meant to stay behind closed doors.
“We just want to sleep. That’s all,” he tried again and his father eventually sighed and nodded stiffly.
“I’ll grant you permission, then. But if I hear anything…”
“You won’t,” Kurt promised, patting him on the shoulder.
“So who gets the guest house, then?” his father asked, and Kurt wondered if he should admit to that.
Because, being a ship repair and building business, sometimes his father had clients who had emergency repairs needed and had no choice but to stay overnight, and since his father really didn’t want strangers in the house, he’d made sure to have a place for them to stay for the night in the back of their property.
And really, being Kurt’s first mate, Blaine was the only one who’d get to take the guest house.
“Blaine,” he finally said truthfully and his father narrowed his eyes.
“Blaine have a lover?”
“Yes.”
“Tell them to keep it down, too,” his father looked a little exasperated and Kurt had to smile.
“Don’t worry, father. They’re both highly respectable gentlemen,” he promised as Finn came back over.
“Well, I’ll leave you lads on your own, then, while I try and figure out these plans of yours,” he clapped Kurt on the back before going into the shop proper and Kurt turned to give Finn a radiant smile.
“Yes?”
“He’s letting us room together. We have to behave ourselves, but we’ve got his blessing.”
“Better than nothing,” Finn sighed, wrapping his arms around Kurt and holding him close. “But we’ll be here quite a while; he can’t expect us to behave ourselves for all that time…”
“We have to be quiet,” Kurt nodded. “But I think we can afford to have a little fun.”
“Excellent,” Finn quickly kissed the side of his neck before moving away and Kurt reached up to brush the spot, a smile on his face.
Excellent indeed.
000
That night, Kurt was comfortable in his own bed with Finn holding him, when the other man spoke up.
“I was thinking…when the Raven is finally taken care of, the first thing I want to do is bring my mother over from Ireland. I think she’d truly love it here and, really, there’s nothing keeping her there anymore,” he said quietly as Kurt nodded, sighing against the other man’s skin.
“That should be possible. You’d have to find a place for her here, of course, but…”
“I would,” Finn admitted. “And that may prove difficult seeing as how I’m…a wanted man,” he shivered a little and Kurt stroked his shoulders.
“Love, I’ve been a wanted man for years. You’ll get used to it,” he promised, kissing Finn quickly and moving to pet his cheek. “But I was thinking, if she wouldn’t object…my father gets lonely here, I know that, and he has this rather large house to himself. If she wished to stay here…”
“That would be wonderful, actually,” Finn looked relieved that he no longer had to seek out a place by himself. “It’s truly a lovely town and I think she would take to it well.”
“Good,” Kurt closed his eyes and added, “And besides, with both of their spouses dead, perhaps…”
“Kurt!”
“What? Is there something so objectionable about it?” Kurt asked innocently, cracking one eye open to take in the rather mortified expression on Finn’s face.
“With us…if our parents…if they…”
“It’s completely fine,” Kurt patted his shoulder. “What we have has nothing to do with what they may possibly one day create. Add to that the fact that we shall never be able to legally marry…not that I think we would be ready for that even if we could,” he said quickly as Finn’s eyes widened. “I’m no fool, Finn. I know that what we have is hardly anything that will last, so stop looking like you fear me.”
“That wasn’t…” Finn sighed. “That wasn’t what I was going to protest. You’re right, of course: what our parents may or may not do should hardly concern us.”
“I’m glad you agree,” Kurt said quietly, a tad disappointed that Finn didn’t address his other point but then, who was he trying to fool? He may have loved Finn…at least, he was fairly sure of his feelings, but there was no reason to believe that Finn’s feelings were nearly as powerful.
“Kurt,” Finn added softly and Kurt met his eyes, sighing happily as Finn gave him a rather sweet kiss. “What you said, it isn’t that it doesn’t mean anything to me. I care about you more than I’d like to admit, I believe, and…”
“Shh,” Kurt pressed his fingers over Finn’s lips, eyes fluttering closed when the other man sucked them into his mouth and ran his tongue around them. “Finn. Not tonight, love. My father’s going to no doubt check on us for the first few nights so let’s just…oh,” he breathed as Finn sucked harder before letting Kurt’s fingers slip from his mouth.
“Okay. We can sleep,” he nodded before burrowing down and pulling Kurt in, twining their legs together as Kurt went willingly.
“You know,” Kurt mentioned tiredly, hand running down Finn’s arm lightly, “as much as I love my life on the sea, sometimes it’s just…nice to come home and be taken care of for a while.”
“I’ll take care of you,” Finn murmured, pressing a kiss into his hair, and Kurt froze.
“Finn?”
But Finn was asleep, breaths even and steady, and Kurt tried to calm his racing heart and leaned farther into Finn’s broad chest.
He wondered if Finn knew what exactly he had just admitted to.
000
“Mm,” Sam tipped his head back, fingers tightened in Blaine’s curly as hair as Blaine licked at the head of his lover’s flushed cock, loving how easy it was between them. Sam was fairly stoic and professional while on board, the prefect crew mate, but his incredible good-humor and brilliant smile only really came out in the bedroom and it was a part of him Blaine felt more than blessed to see.
He was also fairly willing in the bedroom…well, more than willing, generally, and he was leaning back on the bed, eyes fluttering shut as he swallowed and sighed.
“This is nice,” he said, his voice low and throaty, and Blaine hummed in agreement and slipped his lips over the tip of Sam’s arousal, sucking gently as Sam moaned. “Having a room to ourselves,” he gasped as Blaine opened his throat and slid down farther, eyes angled upwards to take in the lean line of Sam’s strong body, the arch of his back, his fair hair whiskey-gold in the candlelight. “Oh.”
Blaine started to suck in earnest, all traces of teasing gone from his actions, and Sam groaned, hips bucking up as his mouth opened. “Close. I’m…Blaine.”
Blaine smiled to himself and took as much of Sam’s ample cock as he could, loving how free he was, and he could tell Sam was close to climax by the way he was cursing and writhing, and he was snapping his hips and oh, so close.
“Oh, Lord, I…”
“You lads doing okay?” came a rather loud voice outside the door and Blaine was so glad the door had a lock or this could be completely mortifying.
“We’re fine, Mr. Hummel,” he called, his voice a little strained, and eventually he heard Mr. Hummel’s footsteps going back down the hallway.
“Blaine…Blaine, please, I…”
“Sorry!” Blaine took Sam’s cock into his mouth again and sucked, Sam opening his mouth and coming without a sound, body shaking as he rode out his release.
“Well,” he managed once he was laying there, chest still heaving as he cooled down. “That was unexpected.”
“Perhaps not,” Blaine shrugged and clambered up on the bed beside his lover, removing his breeches as he did so. “I should have expected it, really. He’s rather strict about what goes on under his roof…even if we’re in the guest house.”
“Oh,” the other man pulled him closer. “Are you…”
“I’m fine,” Blaine promised. “As you can probably imagine, that rather effectively ruined the mood,” he laughed and Sam could only nod in agreement. “Are you tired?”
“Tired enough to sleep,” Sam agreed, his eyes half-closed.
“Sleep, then,” Blaine let his head rest on Sam’s shoulder and pulled the blankets over them, hand clasped with his lover’s as they both fell into slumber.
000
“I’m not letting you near that ship again,” Kurt told Finn the next day as they’d started to build the new ship. Finn shrugged and stuffed his hands in his breech pockets, looking a little embarrassed because really, all he’d had to do was hammer a nail into a piece of wood and somehow he’d ended up not only nearly putting the nail through his own hand, but he’d swung the wood around, hit Puck in the stomach, and all but knocked the wind out of him.
So.
Not a very productive day for Finnegan Hudson. “I’m sorry, Kurt. I’m notoriously uncoordinated, you know that…”
“This barely took coordination!” Kurt snapped and Finn stepped back, not used to Kurt being cross with him. It was rather ugly to see although he knew it would intimidate a lot of people. “Oh, Finn,” Kurt rubbed a hand over his eyes before looking up. “I’m so sorry, love. This is just…I get rather excitable when I’m shipbuilding and it’s nothing against you.”
“I know,” Finn gave him a thin smile, because honestly, he was still more than a little intimidated. “I’ll sit off to the side, then, shall I?”
“Perhaps I can employ you to just hand people various things. That should go over okay, shouldn’t it?” Kurt had a bit of a smile but Finn could tell he was still feeling bad for what he’d said, so he stepped forward and pulled the shorter man into a firm embrace.
“You don’t have to apologize. I know I’m rather hopeless,” he murmured into Kurt’s hair as Kurt sighed and wrapped his arms around Finn’s waist. “And now at least we’ll know for the future.”
“To never let you near a ship again?” Kurt said lightly and Finn kissed him before letting him go.
“Yes. Now off with you. Build you ship. I’ll occupy myself somehow,” he tried to look rather mournful and Kurt rolled his eyes skyward.
“There’s a lovely area about a mile from the town with a waterfall and a lake like where we brought you after your illness. You could spend time there if you chose,” Kurt told him quietly and Finn eventually nodded. “And then…maybe one night…we can go there together?”
“Sounds lovely,” Finn agreed, clasping Kurt’s hand for a moment before stepping back. “I shall go look around, then. I’ll be back before it’s time to eat.”
“Don’t get lost!” Kurt called after him although he knew that was probably a hopeless wish.
He just hoped Finn didn’t get himself too lost, and with a shake of his head and wry smile he went back to his work.
All Chapters
Notes:
1. Sorry for the delay! I was at a hotel where I was promised Internet and, well, there was none, so posting became impossible :(
2. Other than that, I hope you all enjoyed this!! We’re working up toward the climax of the fic :D