Glee-Fic: Changes, Chapter Six (Finn/Kurt)
Title: Changes
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Chapter: 6/?
Word Count: 2454
Spoilers: Up to and including 2x03
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.
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 Six
"Kurt! Get up here!"
Kurt nearly fell out of bed, wondering why Finn was shrieking at him, and he grumbled before getting to his feet and stalking up the stairs. "What?"
"I made a Grilled Cheesus!"
"You made a what?" Kurt blinked, looking over the other boy's shoulder at the grill. "You…oh."
"It's a Grilled Cheesus! It's awesome!" Finn looked like a little boy, nearly bouncing, and Kurt shook his head in disbelief, because yes, it rather did look like Jesus.
"And what are you going to do with said Grilled Cheesus?" Kurt examined it skeptically as Finn grabbed some saran wrap from the cupboard. "Finn?"
"Dude, you think I'm gonna eat it? No way! I'm gonna save it and, like, pray to it and stuff. You can use it too, if you want," he added as he wrapped the sandwich carefully and put it in the refrigerator.
"I'll pass," Kurt gave him a thin-lipped smile. "I don't believe in God."
"I don't either, really, but this is a sign, man. A sign!" Finn waved his arms and nearly took out the cookie jar so Kurt led him out of the kitchen. "What're you up to after school?"
"Sing-a-long Sound of Music," Kurt smiled. "It's a yearly tradition. Mercedes and I always hit it up."
"Okay. Cool," Finn grinned. "Let's get going, then."
"You do realize that, since you are apparently preserving that sandwich until Kingdom Come, you have no lunch for today?" Kurt asked and Finn shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"Um."
"I'll spot you. Don't worry about it," Kurt patted him on the back and checked his wallet, figuring he could spare a few dollars for Finn.
Maybe if he couldn't buy as much the other boy wouldn't eat as much.
000
"Dude, what the Hell happened?"
Kurt blinked through his haze, looking up at Finn, and tried to collect his thoughts.
"My dad's in the hospital," he finally choked out, noting how scared Finn looked, and really, he had no right to be scared. It wasn't his father barely clinging to life in a hospital bed. It wasn't he who would be an orphan if Burt died.
"I kinda feel like I'm the last to know," Finn's was saying and that was it, Kurt narrowed his eyes and glared at him.
"Well, I'm sorry. It didn't occur to me to tell you because he's not your father!"
"Yeah, well, he's the closest I'm ever gonna get!" Finn yelled…actually yelled…and Kurt flinched back, holding the report Brittany had given him to his chest. Finn seemed to realize that he'd been a little abrupt and shrank back, his voice quitter. "I know it may not look like…what everybody else has, but…I thought we were sort of a family," he finished in a whisper and Kurt scoffed and shook his head, only moving his bag off of the seat when it became clear that Finn would probably sit on it otherwise.
He didn't let Finn touch him, raising his hand when the other boy tried to pat his shoulder, and he tried to keep his tears in check even while Mercedes sang.
Halfway through the song he lost it, tears dripping down his cheeks as he sniffed and hoped that nobody would notice, but this time when Finn's arm circled his back and pulled him to rest against the taller boy's shoulder, he didn't resist.
000
"They'll send me away," Kurt said later that night, fingertips tracing Finn's face as the other boy looked at him in the darkness. "They…social services…I'm not an adult, Finn, not for a year, and if there's nobody in Lima…"
"They won't send you away, Kurt," Finn promised, hands framing Kurt's waist and thumbs brushing his hips. "My mom and I…we'll figure something out."
"You're not my family, Finn. They'll send me to live with my Aunt Mildred," he shivered and Finn kissed his forehead. "Finn, you shouldn't do this. You and…"
"Rachel? Yeah. But you need me right now," Finn kept stroking his skin from where his shirt and pants had pulled away from each other, eventually sliding his hands up and Kurt obliged him as Finn took the shirt off altogether and tossed it aside. "And they won't take you. My mom'll figure something out; we're pretty much family."
"I…I don't think," Kurt started, swallowing. "If he dies, I…I can't…I'll break, Finn. I'll break and I won't be able to be fixed. He's…"
"I'll fix you," Finn vowed instantly and Kurt was a little touched at the sweetness and the vehemence of his words, although he knew that Finn wouldn't be able to. But Finn's hands were warm on his back, comforting in a way that Kurt really hadn't allowed himself to appreciate before, and he could, at least for a second, believe that everything would be okay.
"I don't know if you can," he finally admitted and Finn only held him tighter, pressing kisses into his hair and touching him everywhere he could, and Kurt fell asleep to the feeling of him, close and intimate, and tried to forget the day.
000
The next few days were hard on all of them, but they were way harder on Finn than he would have thought. He hadn't known Burt for that long but the man honestly was like a father-figure to him and knowing that he could die…knowing what it would do to Kurt if he died…was sobering and kind of made everything suck.
And when Puck had admitted that even he was praying for Burt Finn started to feel really guilty about praying for, y'know, boobs and to get his position back and such (but both of those worked, so it wasn't all bad). So he started to pray, when he was alone, and even though Kurt was against it Finn figured it really couldn't hurt.
It was after Kurt sang his song that things changed for him, that he really saw how much the other boy was struggling to keep it together, and he wanted to hug him and hold him and tell him it'd be alright but of course he couldn't, not in class, so when Kurt sat down behind him, shaky breaths loud in Finn's ear, all Finn could do was reach to pat his knee.
Kurt moved his hand to meet him, fingers tightening around Finn's for the briefest of seconds before letting go, and Finn knew he had to do more.
000
Admittedly, his brilliant idea may not have been so brilliant, but he needed a way take Kurt's mind off of everything that was occupying it; the bullies and his father and everything, so when they climbed into bed that night Finn only waited for the merest of moments before reaching around to cup the front of Kurt's pants, hearing the other boy sigh.
"Finn…you can't…"
"I can. I think you need this," Finn breathed against his neck, pulling him so he was turned around as he slid his hands into Kurt's pyjama pants. "Tell me you don't."
"I…" Kurt shivered. "It's not right…"
"Because your dad's in the hospital? Dude, think about it! You're killing yourself, Kurt. Would he want that?"
"No, but…"
"So just stop thinking and enjoy this, okay?" Finn said gently, kissing Kurt ever-so-softly, and Kurt sighed and finally nodded, the barest of nods but it was enough for Finn as he wrapped a hand around Kurt's cock and stroked slowly, Kurt grunting into his mouth at the feeling. "You good?"
"Mm," Kurt sighed, his eyes half-closed and lust-filled, and Finn took that as a good sign and kissed him again, deeper, part of him wondering why he'd been so obsessed with touching Rachel's boobs when he had Kurt…all of Kurt…for him if he wanted it.
And oh, there were times he wanted it.
He just tried to not think too hard about why.
"Finn," Kurt groaned, hips pumping as Finn swiped his thumb over the leaking slit, Kurt's smooth cock twitching in his hand at the action. "Finn, oh God, yes."
"Mm," Finn rather loved the way Kurt was coming apart, curling closer to his body and jerking his hips as his hands framed Finn's face and he kissed him sloppily, without any grace, but it was good.
It was more than good.
"Finn…oh," Kurt gasped, and Finn could feel that his cock was leaking, knew he was close and he kissed him harder for it. "I'm…I think…"
"Let go," Finn urged, needing Kurt to know that he could, and Kurt did, coming with a shallow gasp as Finn covered his mouth again to muffle his moans, hot fluid coursing over his hand and it was…weird, like it was the first time, but he didn't think he'd avoid Kurt for days this time around.
"Oh," Kurt sighed, hips slowing to nothing, and he slumped against Finn's body and panted. "Oh, that was…"
"Okay?"
"Yes. I think…you were right," Kurt smiled…actually smiled. "I needed that."
"I know you did," Finn kissed his nose and Kurt giggled before his hand snuck down Finn's front. "You don't have to…"
"Again, the fact that you are more okay with aspects of gay sex than I am is slightly unnerving. I'm doing this."
"I'll come if you touch me," Finn warned, because dude, it was hard not to come watching Kurt come, and if Kurt touched him now…
But Kurt just gave him a shy smile and slid a hand into his boxers, fingers ghosting over his cock as Finn moaned and closed his eyes. He felt the other boy's hand wrap carefully around his cock, squeezing a little, and Finn remembered that Kurt really had no experience with this, not even with himself.
"Just…lick your palm," he urged, because Kurt's hands weren't even sweaty (and how was that possible?) "Or," he swallowed, wondering if this was too far. "Um, get some of your own spunk on it. That'll help."
Kurt looked at him as if he were crazy before reaching to take his hand, Finn realizing belatedly that it was still covered in cum, and when he replaced his hand on Finn's cock it felt amazing, Kurt's fingers long and gentle as they stroked. "Is that okay?"
"Harder," Finn grunted. "I won't break. And…that thing with the thumb…"
"This?" Kurt asked, pressing his thumb against the head of Finn's cock and Finn groaned and shook. "Guess so. Are you…"
"Just…just go," Finn forced out and Kurt sighed, kissing him, and started to stroke him faster, firmer, Finn's fingers digging into Kurt's back as he tried to hold out but no way, there was no way he was going to.
And thinking of the mailman didn't help, didn't even phase him as he came with a grunt, Kurt somehow knowing to keep moving his hand until he was milked dry, Finn reaching to still his wrist as he let his hand slump wearily to the blankets.
"Ick."
"Mm," Kurt replied, snuggling close and laying his head on Finn's chest. "At the risk of sounding too bold, you're wearing too much."
"We both are," Finn forced himself upright and scooped Kurt into his arms, the other boy far too light and Finn knew the stress of everything had been getting to him. "C'mon. Shower and bed."
"Won't your mother wonder why the shower's running?"
"Nah. I always spill things on myself when I go for midnight snacks. She won't even notice," Finn, for once, was blessing his innate clumsiness as he carried Kurt into the washroom and helped him undress, letting him have the shower first and setting out a clean pair of pyjama pants and a towel for when he came out while grabbing a pair of boxers for himself.
By the time he was through showering, not that it took him long, Kurt was curled up under the blankets and Finn snuck in behind him, chest-to-back as Kurt sighed and looked over his shoulder with a sleepy smile. "Feeling better?"
"A little," the smaller boy admitted. "I…thank you."
"Your dad's gonna be fine, dude," Finn kissed the back of his neck and settled down, falling asleep quickly after everything.
000
Burt woke up a couple of days later, much to everyone's joy, and while he insisted that he'd be fine Finn's mom and Kurt were basically hovering over him. ("Dude, I've heard of a helicopter parent before, but you're being a helicopter son. Lay off for a while.")
Kurt didn't, though, until he walked into the living room one night with a tray of soup and came out like a monster was chasing him. "Dude, what…"
"They're sitting way too close. Whispering. I'm not getting involved in that," he took off down the stairs and Finn laughed and followed, although inside he was kinda grossed out because…yeah. Obviously.
"Man, your dad's too sick to do anything," Finn lay back on the bed and Kurt shook his head.
"I realize that. But it just reminds me of what they probably have done and I don't really wish to think about that, and unless you have far stranger kinks than I've come to find I doubt you wish to, either," Kurt levelled a look at him that implied he'd better not have strange kinks, and Finn shook his head.
"Old people sex grosses me out."
"I'm glad we agree on that," Kurt was looking marginally happier although still bone-tired, a headband pushing his bangs back and his overlarge pyjama shirt falling rather distractingly off of one shoulder.
"I told you he'd be alright," Finn couldn't resist saying and Kurt smiled and swatted the air in his direction. "Weak."
"I'm tired," Kurt lay back and Finn came over, snuggling beside him and throwing a companionable arm over his body. "But thank you. For being there for me this week," he continued when Finn made an 'hmm?' noise and turned to him. "You've been…thank you."
"Of course," Finn pressed his nose against Kurt's neck, breathing him for a few moments. "You're kinda important to me, dude. I couldn't, like, abandon you or whatever."
"And I appreciate it. Truly," Kurt turned so they were facing each other, smiling gently at Finn before sitting up. "But I don't need you to sleep with me anymore. I'm fine."
"Your call," Finn tried to act nonchalant (or whatever that word was) but he was kinda disappointed because yeah, sleeping with Kurt was good, but if Kurt was good by himself that was cool, too. "G'night, then."
"Finn."
"Yes?"
"You're on my bed," Kurt tapped his foot and Finn blushed and got off, ruffling Kurt's hair on the way to the washroom and ignoring the other boy's offended squawk.
Yeah.
Things were definitely back to normal.
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Notes:
1. So I tried not to be too hard on poor Kurt in this chapter, but a little bit of angst was inevitable!
2. I didn't have the episode handy so all dialogue from that one scene is what I remember and may not be word for word. But I think the general idea is close enough.