Glee-Fic: Changes, Chapter Four (Finn/Kurt)
Title: Changes
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R Overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Chapter: 4/?
Word Count: 2322
Spoilers: Up to the beginning of season two
Summary: Finn’s still trying to make up for what he said, but Kurt’s colder to him than ever. And he’d do pretty much anything to change that. Story starts here.
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. :)
Changes
Chapter Four
Finn didn’t wear the sweater on the first day of school.
Bad enough that he was living with Kurt and had to endure even more ‘How are you and your little butt-buddy getting on?’ jabs than usual (and for some reason he’d always gotten a lot of gay jokes thrown his way. He really didn’t know what that said about him).
So he dressed pretty much like normal, ignoring the rather disappointed look Kurt threw his way, and headed off to classes, Rachel on his arm like always.
She kissed him before first period (although he still maintained that ‘controllist’ was a word. She was totally wrong) and he was just about to head into the classroom when he saw Kurt hurrying down the hall, his eyes red-rimmed and his hair wet and wearing a different outfit than he’d worn to school that morning.
And they’d only been there fifteen minutes.
Crap.
“Hey,” Finn caught his wrist on the way by and tried not to flinch when Kurt pulled away violently. “Dude, did they get you already?”
“They wouldn’t have, but Jacob Ben Israel decided to interview me as I was heading into the washroom and I should have ignored him but I chose to make a smart remark and paid for it. And then he,” Kurt shivered, “wiped the slushie off of me and ate it. It was horribly disturbing.”
“Dude…”
“Don’t. I brought three outfits just in case,” Kurt gave him an almost kind smile and patted his arm, lingering for a moment before he pulled away. “But if we don’t hurry we’ll get detention on the first day of school and I have no desire to experience that.”
“Yeah. Right,” Finn rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and wished he could do more, but Kurt was already heading away and he realized that he really didn’t want detention so he scurried into his own classroom.
He knew he’d be sleeping with Kurt that night, though.
000
They didn’t do it every night, but sometimes Finn just knew that Kurt needed him and he’d crawl into bed behind his friend, arms around his middle as Kurt let out a gusty sigh and pressed back against his body.
That night was bad enough that Kurt actually turned around and hugged him, sniffling into the taller boy’s sleep shirt.
“Kurt…”
“It’s the first day. The first day. Am I that much of a…of a freak that I can’t make it through one measly day without being bullied?” he was angry, Finn could tell, and he wasn’t quite sure how to make it better.
“Hey. They’re nothing, right? We don’t start Glee ‘til tomorrow and then you’ll forget all about it,” he promised, his voice a whisper in the darkness.
“Right. Glee,” Kurt sounded marginally happier but Finn knew that it wasn’t that simple and he vowed to keep a closer eye on the other boy as much as he could.
It would be impossible to stop all of the bullying, but at least he could try.
“Finn?”
“Yeah, dude?”
“Just…you know you don’t have to do this, right?”
“Totally. I want to,” Finn pulled him closer and Kurt curled up against him, tiny and fragile in his arms, and Finn had a feeling that he’d be spending a lot more time in Kurt’s bed if today was any indication.
And, as long as Rachel didn’t find out, he was okay with that.
000
Miraculously, Kurt didn’t get slushied at all the second day of school.
He admittedly kept on the costume they’d worn for their largely-ignored noontime performance all day (mostly because Finn had basically stopped in his tracks and stared when he’d walked by in it and yes, it had felt good, even though he knew he was only hurting himself by basking in that attention).
But then Finn had gone on a rant about some blonde boy he’d seen who would be good for Glee Club and Finn was going to figure out who he was and ask him, and Kurt had come to his senses and worn a woman’s sweater the next day in retaliation.
He regretted it soon enough.
Fashion may have no gender but blue raspberry stains also don’t come out of camel-colored fabric all that easily.
000
And then Finn was kicked off the football team.
And yes, Kurt knew that to him football was pretty much at least as important as Glee Club, especially since Finn was the quarterback and he took great pride in that, and he knew Finn was depressed, but…
But he couldn’t bring himself to try any longer.
Finn still talked about this new Sam kid and how great he was although Kurt had a feeling it was all a front, and he knew that if their positions had been reversed Finn would be crawling into bed with him so by all rights he should return the favor.
He didn’t, though.
He also didn’t kick Finn out when he crawled into his bed in the middle of the night, holding on to Kurt tighter than ever and nuzzling his neck and generally being rather pitiful and miserable.
But Kurt didn’t kick him out.
He wasn’t that cruel.
000
You wouldn’t have been able to tell the next day, but he was already on his second outfit and he was rather surly to begin with, so when Finn was all on his confident kick, still about the blonde boy and how he had to audition because Finn was the one that had asked him (and apparently Finn had discovered he could sing by stalking him in the shower, but which a totally straight thing to do, in Kurt’s opinion. Dear God, even his mind-voice was dripping with sarcasm).
So they’d all hung around an extra hour for nothing, which on top of everything else made Kurt’s day really wonderful, and then Finn had the audacity to tell them to wait longer and Kurt, at this point, was just not having it.
“Face it, Finn: you’re no longer the quarterback. You’re not the Pied Piper anymore. No one’s gonna follow you around thinking everything you do is cool.”
And yes, he felt a little bad heading out of the classroom, but all thoughts of Finn and his need to be hero-worshipped were thrown out when he saw a few of the football thugs in front of him, Azimio and Strando and a couple of guys whose names he’d never bothered to learn.
“Hey, Hummel.”
“Don’t you Neanderthals have anything better to do? You’ve already thrown frozen sugary ice in my face today, you aren’t going to do it again, are you? Too dumb to think up anything else?” he knew it was going too far but he didn’t care, not with the way he was feeling.
If anything he’d welcome a fight, as badly as he was bound to come out of it.
Maybe he’d figure out a way to get rid of some of this aggression.
“Ooh, you’ve got a smart mouth on you. Hasn’t he, boys?” Azimio looked around as the rest of the group cackled and Kurt tried to just sidle past.
“Not so fast, lady. What the…is that some sort of bondage harness? You into the kinky sex? What, you getting it on with Hudson now? That’s freaky, dude…”
“Leave Finn out of it,” Kurt snarled. “He’s got nothing to do with this. I can wear what I want.”
“Not if it offends my eyes, you can’t,” Azimio pointed a meaty finger at him and Kurt nearly growled.
“So you like to be tied up, huh?” Strando looked around and Kurt realized they were trapping him in which…no. Not good. “We can arrange that. Let’s see how long it takes them to find you if we stuff you in the janitor’s closet. That’s new, right?”
“Leave me alone,” Kurt’s hand tightened on the strap of his bag, his breath coming in harsh pants. They’d never done anything like this. Threw him in dumpsters or into lockers, certainly. Called him names and thrown slushies in his face, yes.
But never anything that could be seriously detrimental to his health, really, and…
He cried out in surprise as two of them grabbed his arms, pinning them behind his back.
“I said…” his words were muffled as somebody else clapped a hand over his mouth and oh, God, he was scared.
His only hope was that somebody would have heard something; the choir room was close and…
He yelped as somebody tied his arms together with what felt like a belt, the rough leather digging into his wrists as he struggled against them.
“Not so tough now, are you, Hummel?” Azimio chuckled. “C’mon, let’s get him…”
“What are you doing? Let him go!”
And Kurt had never been happier to hear Finn’s voice, his struggles ceasing as the taller boy ran up with Mr. Schuester in tow, and the football thugs scattered as soon as they saw the teacher.
“Hey, get back here!” he took off down the hall after them as Kurt stood there, shaking, tears leaking from his eyes.
“Kurt?” Finn asked weakly, stepping forward and taking his arm. “You okay?”
“No,” Kurt choked out, the only word he managed to verbalize before he broke down.
Finn luckily had the sense to untie his wrists before he pulled him into a hug, not flinching when Kurt grabbed at him even though Kurt knew his nails were digging into Finn’s arms.
“Hey, buddy. Let’s get you home, okay?” Finn urged gently and Kurt could only nod, letting the other boy lead him from the school and over to his vehicle where he handed Finn the keys without a word.
He didn’t trust himself to drive, and much as he hated anybody else to drive his baby, Finn was a safer choice at the moment.
By the time they’d pulled into the driveway he’d mostly composed himself, not wanting his father to know anything was wrong.
That all changed by the time he went to bed, naturally, and Finn didn’t even bother getting into his own before climbing into Kurt’s, holding him and letting him sob his little heart out until the tears were all dried up and Finn’s t-shirt was soaked through on the one shoulder, Kurt feeling pitiful and weak and like he couldn’t figure out how to be stronger.
“I’m sorry,” he sniffed. “I just…”
“Kurt,” Finn sounded broken, kissing Kurt’s forehead tenderly. “Man, I’m gonna get it back, I promise. I’ll get that quarterback position back and I’ll let them know that if they mess with you I’m turning them in to Coach. I don’t care if I get flack for it because I’m gonna take care of you, okay?”
“I’d say that I don’t need anybody to take care of me but after today I’ve realized that maybe that isn’t true. If you hadn’t been there…” he shuddered. “They’ve never…gone that far before.”
“And they never will again, I promise,” Finn vowed, staring deeply into Kurt’s eyes, and this was bad.
This was so, so bad.
Kurt wasn’t going there again.
Except he was, apparently, and Finn was kissing him so sweetly that he couldn’t do anything but kiss back, chaste and tender and he wrapped his arms around the other boy and forgot about the pain and the embarrassment of the day and just felt, Finn drawing back without taking it farther and smiling at him. “Okay?”
“Better,” he admitted. “But don’t think you can do that every time I have a rough day.”
“I know,” Finn let his forehead rest against Kurt’s for a second before moving back and pulling Kurt to his chest, his chin resting on the smaller boy’s head. “Think you can sleep?”
“Yes,” Kurt replied, a yawn interrupting the middle of the word. “Wow. Apparently so.”
“Good,” Finn sighed and held him tighter and Kurt let himself relax fully, closing his eyes and finding sleep almost instantly.
000
Two days later, Finn wore the sweater.
“Very nice, Mr. Hudson,” Kurt brushed his shoulders off that morning, smiling widely as Finn turned around and grinned.
“And you…what is that, dude? It’s like a shiny red suit.”
“Mm, closer to wine-colored, I’d say. I don’t think even I could pull of a shiny red suit,” Kurt straightened the jacket and Finn nodded in approval. “You don’t have to wear the sweater, you know,” he said softly, not wanting Finn to feel obligated for some reason, but the other boy just shook his head.
“I want to. It’s…I really love it, Kurt. Really,” he promised, and he looked so earnest that Kurt had no reason to disbelieve him. “I mean, I never wear anything like it, but it’s cool. I think I’ve got enough plaid shirts and puffy vests, hey?”
“You have so many clothes and they’re all the same. It kills me,” Kurt placed a hand over his heart dramatically and Finn snorted.
“You’re in a better mood thought, hey? That’s good,” Finn looked afraid to bring up the topic and Kurt knew he had to put on a brave face. In truth it didn’t hurt as much a couple of days after the fact but he still had bruises around his wrists from where the belt had tightened and he knew it would be a while before he was completely whole again, but right now none of that seemed to matter.
“Yeah,” he finally answered, realizing he’d been thinking for a while. “Yes. It’s better.”
“Good. I’ll keep it that way,” Finn nodded before heading up the stairs and Kurt smiled after him before putting the finishing touches on his hair.
It wasn’t over.
Not by a long shot.
And Finn wouldn’t be there every time but Kurt was starting to believe he’d be there more often than not, and right now that was everything he could ask for.
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Notes:
1. This chapter’s a little shorter than what I usually like to do but I think there was enough drama so it felt like a good ending point!!
2. And I’m being very cruel to Kurt but I think it’s necessary because Mr. Schuester at one point mentions his surly attitude and his lashing out and, with the one exception where he yelled at Mr. Schue, we never saw a whole lot of that at school or that the bullying, with the exception of Karofksy, was really any worse than what he’d already had to endure so I just wanted to bring more of those moments in so the transfer seems more realistic and like Kurt really needs to for his safety when it happens. If that makes any sense at all.
3. Ack, long notes!! Regardless, thank you for all of the kind comments and reviews, and please keep them coming :D
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R Overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Chapter: 4/?
Word Count: 2322
Spoilers: Up to the beginning of season two
Summary: Finn’s still trying to make up for what he said, but Kurt’s colder to him than ever. And he’d do pretty much anything to change that. Story starts here.
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. :)
Changes
Chapter Four
Finn didn’t wear the sweater on the first day of school.
Bad enough that he was living with Kurt and had to endure even more ‘How are you and your little butt-buddy getting on?’ jabs than usual (and for some reason he’d always gotten a lot of gay jokes thrown his way. He really didn’t know what that said about him).
So he dressed pretty much like normal, ignoring the rather disappointed look Kurt threw his way, and headed off to classes, Rachel on his arm like always.
She kissed him before first period (although he still maintained that ‘controllist’ was a word. She was totally wrong) and he was just about to head into the classroom when he saw Kurt hurrying down the hall, his eyes red-rimmed and his hair wet and wearing a different outfit than he’d worn to school that morning.
And they’d only been there fifteen minutes.
Crap.
“Hey,” Finn caught his wrist on the way by and tried not to flinch when Kurt pulled away violently. “Dude, did they get you already?”
“They wouldn’t have, but Jacob Ben Israel decided to interview me as I was heading into the washroom and I should have ignored him but I chose to make a smart remark and paid for it. And then he,” Kurt shivered, “wiped the slushie off of me and ate it. It was horribly disturbing.”
“Dude…”
“Don’t. I brought three outfits just in case,” Kurt gave him an almost kind smile and patted his arm, lingering for a moment before he pulled away. “But if we don’t hurry we’ll get detention on the first day of school and I have no desire to experience that.”
“Yeah. Right,” Finn rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and wished he could do more, but Kurt was already heading away and he realized that he really didn’t want detention so he scurried into his own classroom.
He knew he’d be sleeping with Kurt that night, though.
000
They didn’t do it every night, but sometimes Finn just knew that Kurt needed him and he’d crawl into bed behind his friend, arms around his middle as Kurt let out a gusty sigh and pressed back against his body.
That night was bad enough that Kurt actually turned around and hugged him, sniffling into the taller boy’s sleep shirt.
“Kurt…”
“It’s the first day. The first day. Am I that much of a…of a freak that I can’t make it through one measly day without being bullied?” he was angry, Finn could tell, and he wasn’t quite sure how to make it better.
“Hey. They’re nothing, right? We don’t start Glee ‘til tomorrow and then you’ll forget all about it,” he promised, his voice a whisper in the darkness.
“Right. Glee,” Kurt sounded marginally happier but Finn knew that it wasn’t that simple and he vowed to keep a closer eye on the other boy as much as he could.
It would be impossible to stop all of the bullying, but at least he could try.
“Finn?”
“Yeah, dude?”
“Just…you know you don’t have to do this, right?”
“Totally. I want to,” Finn pulled him closer and Kurt curled up against him, tiny and fragile in his arms, and Finn had a feeling that he’d be spending a lot more time in Kurt’s bed if today was any indication.
And, as long as Rachel didn’t find out, he was okay with that.
000
Miraculously, Kurt didn’t get slushied at all the second day of school.
He admittedly kept on the costume they’d worn for their largely-ignored noontime performance all day (mostly because Finn had basically stopped in his tracks and stared when he’d walked by in it and yes, it had felt good, even though he knew he was only hurting himself by basking in that attention).
But then Finn had gone on a rant about some blonde boy he’d seen who would be good for Glee Club and Finn was going to figure out who he was and ask him, and Kurt had come to his senses and worn a woman’s sweater the next day in retaliation.
He regretted it soon enough.
Fashion may have no gender but blue raspberry stains also don’t come out of camel-colored fabric all that easily.
000
And then Finn was kicked off the football team.
And yes, Kurt knew that to him football was pretty much at least as important as Glee Club, especially since Finn was the quarterback and he took great pride in that, and he knew Finn was depressed, but…
But he couldn’t bring himself to try any longer.
Finn still talked about this new Sam kid and how great he was although Kurt had a feeling it was all a front, and he knew that if their positions had been reversed Finn would be crawling into bed with him so by all rights he should return the favor.
He didn’t, though.
He also didn’t kick Finn out when he crawled into his bed in the middle of the night, holding on to Kurt tighter than ever and nuzzling his neck and generally being rather pitiful and miserable.
But Kurt didn’t kick him out.
He wasn’t that cruel.
000
You wouldn’t have been able to tell the next day, but he was already on his second outfit and he was rather surly to begin with, so when Finn was all on his confident kick, still about the blonde boy and how he had to audition because Finn was the one that had asked him (and apparently Finn had discovered he could sing by stalking him in the shower, but which a totally straight thing to do, in Kurt’s opinion. Dear God, even his mind-voice was dripping with sarcasm).
So they’d all hung around an extra hour for nothing, which on top of everything else made Kurt’s day really wonderful, and then Finn had the audacity to tell them to wait longer and Kurt, at this point, was just not having it.
“Face it, Finn: you’re no longer the quarterback. You’re not the Pied Piper anymore. No one’s gonna follow you around thinking everything you do is cool.”
And yes, he felt a little bad heading out of the classroom, but all thoughts of Finn and his need to be hero-worshipped were thrown out when he saw a few of the football thugs in front of him, Azimio and Strando and a couple of guys whose names he’d never bothered to learn.
“Hey, Hummel.”
“Don’t you Neanderthals have anything better to do? You’ve already thrown frozen sugary ice in my face today, you aren’t going to do it again, are you? Too dumb to think up anything else?” he knew it was going too far but he didn’t care, not with the way he was feeling.
If anything he’d welcome a fight, as badly as he was bound to come out of it.
Maybe he’d figure out a way to get rid of some of this aggression.
“Ooh, you’ve got a smart mouth on you. Hasn’t he, boys?” Azimio looked around as the rest of the group cackled and Kurt tried to just sidle past.
“Not so fast, lady. What the…is that some sort of bondage harness? You into the kinky sex? What, you getting it on with Hudson now? That’s freaky, dude…”
“Leave Finn out of it,” Kurt snarled. “He’s got nothing to do with this. I can wear what I want.”
“Not if it offends my eyes, you can’t,” Azimio pointed a meaty finger at him and Kurt nearly growled.
“So you like to be tied up, huh?” Strando looked around and Kurt realized they were trapping him in which…no. Not good. “We can arrange that. Let’s see how long it takes them to find you if we stuff you in the janitor’s closet. That’s new, right?”
“Leave me alone,” Kurt’s hand tightened on the strap of his bag, his breath coming in harsh pants. They’d never done anything like this. Threw him in dumpsters or into lockers, certainly. Called him names and thrown slushies in his face, yes.
But never anything that could be seriously detrimental to his health, really, and…
He cried out in surprise as two of them grabbed his arms, pinning them behind his back.
“I said…” his words were muffled as somebody else clapped a hand over his mouth and oh, God, he was scared.
His only hope was that somebody would have heard something; the choir room was close and…
He yelped as somebody tied his arms together with what felt like a belt, the rough leather digging into his wrists as he struggled against them.
“Not so tough now, are you, Hummel?” Azimio chuckled. “C’mon, let’s get him…”
“What are you doing? Let him go!”
And Kurt had never been happier to hear Finn’s voice, his struggles ceasing as the taller boy ran up with Mr. Schuester in tow, and the football thugs scattered as soon as they saw the teacher.
“Hey, get back here!” he took off down the hall after them as Kurt stood there, shaking, tears leaking from his eyes.
“Kurt?” Finn asked weakly, stepping forward and taking his arm. “You okay?”
“No,” Kurt choked out, the only word he managed to verbalize before he broke down.
Finn luckily had the sense to untie his wrists before he pulled him into a hug, not flinching when Kurt grabbed at him even though Kurt knew his nails were digging into Finn’s arms.
“Hey, buddy. Let’s get you home, okay?” Finn urged gently and Kurt could only nod, letting the other boy lead him from the school and over to his vehicle where he handed Finn the keys without a word.
He didn’t trust himself to drive, and much as he hated anybody else to drive his baby, Finn was a safer choice at the moment.
By the time they’d pulled into the driveway he’d mostly composed himself, not wanting his father to know anything was wrong.
That all changed by the time he went to bed, naturally, and Finn didn’t even bother getting into his own before climbing into Kurt’s, holding him and letting him sob his little heart out until the tears were all dried up and Finn’s t-shirt was soaked through on the one shoulder, Kurt feeling pitiful and weak and like he couldn’t figure out how to be stronger.
“I’m sorry,” he sniffed. “I just…”
“Kurt,” Finn sounded broken, kissing Kurt’s forehead tenderly. “Man, I’m gonna get it back, I promise. I’ll get that quarterback position back and I’ll let them know that if they mess with you I’m turning them in to Coach. I don’t care if I get flack for it because I’m gonna take care of you, okay?”
“I’d say that I don’t need anybody to take care of me but after today I’ve realized that maybe that isn’t true. If you hadn’t been there…” he shuddered. “They’ve never…gone that far before.”
“And they never will again, I promise,” Finn vowed, staring deeply into Kurt’s eyes, and this was bad.
This was so, so bad.
Kurt wasn’t going there again.
Except he was, apparently, and Finn was kissing him so sweetly that he couldn’t do anything but kiss back, chaste and tender and he wrapped his arms around the other boy and forgot about the pain and the embarrassment of the day and just felt, Finn drawing back without taking it farther and smiling at him. “Okay?”
“Better,” he admitted. “But don’t think you can do that every time I have a rough day.”
“I know,” Finn let his forehead rest against Kurt’s for a second before moving back and pulling Kurt to his chest, his chin resting on the smaller boy’s head. “Think you can sleep?”
“Yes,” Kurt replied, a yawn interrupting the middle of the word. “Wow. Apparently so.”
“Good,” Finn sighed and held him tighter and Kurt let himself relax fully, closing his eyes and finding sleep almost instantly.
000
Two days later, Finn wore the sweater.
“Very nice, Mr. Hudson,” Kurt brushed his shoulders off that morning, smiling widely as Finn turned around and grinned.
“And you…what is that, dude? It’s like a shiny red suit.”
“Mm, closer to wine-colored, I’d say. I don’t think even I could pull of a shiny red suit,” Kurt straightened the jacket and Finn nodded in approval. “You don’t have to wear the sweater, you know,” he said softly, not wanting Finn to feel obligated for some reason, but the other boy just shook his head.
“I want to. It’s…I really love it, Kurt. Really,” he promised, and he looked so earnest that Kurt had no reason to disbelieve him. “I mean, I never wear anything like it, but it’s cool. I think I’ve got enough plaid shirts and puffy vests, hey?”
“You have so many clothes and they’re all the same. It kills me,” Kurt placed a hand over his heart dramatically and Finn snorted.
“You’re in a better mood thought, hey? That’s good,” Finn looked afraid to bring up the topic and Kurt knew he had to put on a brave face. In truth it didn’t hurt as much a couple of days after the fact but he still had bruises around his wrists from where the belt had tightened and he knew it would be a while before he was completely whole again, but right now none of that seemed to matter.
“Yeah,” he finally answered, realizing he’d been thinking for a while. “Yes. It’s better.”
“Good. I’ll keep it that way,” Finn nodded before heading up the stairs and Kurt smiled after him before putting the finishing touches on his hair.
It wasn’t over.
Not by a long shot.
And Finn wouldn’t be there every time but Kurt was starting to believe he’d be there more often than not, and right now that was everything he could ask for.
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Previous Chapter
Notes:
1. This chapter’s a little shorter than what I usually like to do but I think there was enough drama so it felt like a good ending point!!
2. And I’m being very cruel to Kurt but I think it’s necessary because Mr. Schuester at one point mentions his surly attitude and his lashing out and, with the one exception where he yelled at Mr. Schue, we never saw a whole lot of that at school or that the bullying, with the exception of Karofksy, was really any worse than what he’d already had to endure so I just wanted to bring more of those moments in so the transfer seems more realistic and like Kurt really needs to for his safety when it happens. If that makes any sense at all.
3. Ack, long notes!! Regardless, thank you for all of the kind comments and reviews, and please keep them coming :D