Glee-Fic: Different, Chapter Two (Finn/Kurt)
Title: Different
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: PG-13 overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Chapter: 2/?
Word Count: 2785
Spoilers: Um, if you know who the characters are, I think you're good :)
Summary: Prompt fill for a-darkness-comes-at-dawn on tumblr. Finn/Kurt situation swap (aka football-player!Kurt and gay-kid!Finn).
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. :)
Different
Chapter Two
He didn’t call Kurt.
He didn’t need to, really, not with seeing him every day in Glee Club, and after he’d tried out and had Mr. Schue, as Kurt had predicted, basically beg him to join, things were great.
Sure, he still got slushied all the time, and maybe he shouldn’t have smacked Kurt’s butt during that assembly performance, but it had been a spur of the moment thing and Kurt really hadn’t looked all that annoyed.
…Of course, Quinn and her cronies had to join Glee Club right after that, so he had to watch her hang off of Kurt every practice but he supposed he could live with that. It was better than the time Rachel had tried to convince him they needed to speak as co-captains and had tried to seduce him with a picnic lunch and plastic airplane cups.
Yeah. That was scarring.
So when Mercedes had invited him to Breadstix he had gone instantly because hey, why not? And when she’d invited him to the movies, that was kinda cool.
But when she told him that she thought they were dating? Yeah. Not so cool. And he’d tried to let her down gently by staring at Kurt, but of course karma or whatever they called it had it in for him and she’d thought he meant Rachel and…yeah. He was kinda afraid the car they were washing was going to feel her fury, but luckily she’d just picked up a rather large rock and stalked off.
Which left him here, staring a sheet that proclaimed proudly, “we need a new Quarterback! Come try out!” underneath which was scribbled, in messy handwriting, “You can’t be worse than what we’ve got!”
“Try out,” Kurt startled him again and he, once more, ended up smudging the paper instead of writing anything. “Sorry. Guess I should stop sneaking up on you.”
“Um, yeah,” Finn nodded. “That would be good.”
“Regardless, try out. As Noah so correctly put, you can’t be worse than McKay. He may be a senior but sometimes when he practices he throws the ball straight into the ground. Plus,” he smiled, “getting on the team would do wonders for your popularity.”
“No, it wouldn’t,” Finn snorted, shaking his head. “Kurt, the Quarterback has to lead the team! Nobody respects me enough to listen to me…”
“They’ll listen to me, and I’ll tell them to listen to you,” Kurt promised. “Today, after school. Come try out. Please?” he looked up at Finn, eyes wide and blue in the hall light, and Finn pretty much would have jumped off of a cliff if Kurt had asked him to in that moment.
God, he had it bad.
“Okay,” he finally said, clearing his throat when his voice came out raspy. “O-okay. I’ll try out.”
“Excellent. Meet me on the field after school,” Kurt patted his arm and walked away, head held high, and Finn stared after him with a sigh.
…This was a really bad idea.
000
“What’s the fag doing here?”
“Can he even throw a football?”
“I bet not. I bet his daddy was never home so he throws like a girl!”
All of the boys laughed and Finn tried not to hear them, especially the last comment (because yes, it was true, but not in the way that they thought. And he most certainly did not throw like a girl).
“Gentlemen, quiet down!” Coach Tanaka blew his whistle and all of the guys huddled around, Finn shifting uneasily near the back. “Now, Mr. Hummel here has told me that Mr. Hudson’s got the necessarily abilities to make us a good quarterback, so if any of you want to stay on the team, you will listen to Mr. Hudson during the practice today. If I see anybody deliberately not listening to him, you’re no longer a part of the McKinley Titans. And if, at the end of the day, I’m happy with his performance, Mr. Hudson will become our official starting quarterback. Is that clear?”
There was general grumbling and Kurt laid his hand on Finn’s shoulder, giving him a smile. “It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine,” he amended and Finn tried to smile.
He wasn’t going to be fine.
000
He was fine.
It went well and, to his credit, he didn’t trip over his feet once. He could tell the boys in general still didn’t accept him entirely, but they’d listened to him and Coach Tanaka had seemed more than pleased with his performance and he was to start in their next game.
However, the team as a whole was still sorely disjointed, and Kurt had lamented on more than one occasion that if they could just think of something they could all do together it would build team morale, so Finn got to thinking.
And admittedly, ‘dancing’ didn’t seem like the most obvious choice, and he was kinda terrible at it, but it was something they could all do together, and one night he picked up the phone and dug out the crinkled piece of paper with Kurt’s name on it, dialing and holding the phone to his ear with his heart pounding.
“Hello,” Kurt chirped and Finn swallowed before speaking,
“H-hello?”
“Ah, Finn Hudson, what can I do for you?”
“I was thinking…what you said about the team needing some way to come together?”
“Yes?”
“Um…don’t laugh at me, but…what about a dance?”
“A dance,” Kurt, to his credit, didn’t laugh, and he sounded almost like he was seriously considering the idea. “It might work. It’ll definitely improve our unison and I don’t think it would hurt. Tell you what, come over tomorrow after school and we can figure something out, okay?”
“I’m a horrible dancer,” Finn reminded him and he heard Kurt chuckle.
“We’ll pick something that’s easy enough for you and the rest of the team to get the hang of. Mike Chang can probably backflip across the entire field but I doubt the same can be said for anybody else,” he said briskly. “Regardless, I’ll give you my address at school. Okay?”
“Yes,” Finn said, much too eagerly, but Kurt seemed not to notice as he bid Finn farewell and the line went dead.
Finn was going to Kurt Hummel’s house.
Finn was going to Kurt Hummel’s house.
This year just kept getting better.
000
At least, he thought so until the door opened and Kurt ushered him inside, wearing a skintight outfit and only one glove, and pulled him down the stairs to a rather large bedroom. “What are you…”
“Unitard. They wick sweat,” Kurt said matter-of-factly, like Finn should know this, and Finn once again was trying very hard to remember that Kurt was straight because, as far as he knew, straight guys did not wander around dressed like that. “Regardless, I combed through my music archives and thought that we could all get in touch with our inner divas. Beyonce,” he clarified, setting up his iPod.
“You listen to Beyonce?”
“Have you looked at her? Oh. Right,” Kurt smirked at him and Finn had to look away, although he knew Kurt wasn’t being malicious about it. “Regardless, I’ve studied her moves extensively, and I think the team will be able to pick it up. Can I show you?” he looked excited and Finn really couldn’t do anything but nod, so Kurt started the iPod and started to dance, and Finn could only watch with his eyes wide.
Kurt was gyrating his hips and skimming his hands down his body and it was sexual and Finn was currently incredibly glad that he was wearing rather roomy jeans or else his sudden hard-on would have been awkward.
Well, it was awkward, but more awkward than it already was, if that made any sense. Thankfully Kurt quit after the first chorus, panting a little, and set his hands on his hips. “So? What do you think?”
“Um,” Finn nodded, trying to maintain his composure. Really, he was flattered that Kurt would share this with him at all, but he knew Kurt was the type of person who knew that, just like straight men weren’t attracted to every woman they met, gay men weren’t attracted to every man they met. Unfortunately, of course, he was attracted to Kurt.
But he couldn’t dwell on that now. “I think it’s good. Um, I didn’t pick up much of it, but…”
“Come here,” Kurt pulled him up and stood beside him. “I’ll teach you. And then tomorrow we can show it to the guys, okay?”
“Cool,” Finn gave him a weak smile and they got to practicing.
000
“Can you turn the music down, Kurt? It’s time for dinner!” a man came down the stairs and Finn froze, because yes, Mr. Hummel was intimidating. “Oh. You didn’t tell me you had friends coming over.”
“Dad!” Kurt laughed, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry, we lost track of the time. We were just working on something to get the team more cohesive.”
“Dancing?” Mr. Hummel looked skeptical and Kurt nodded.
“Trust me. Those boys need all the help they can get. Oh, this is Finn. Finn Hudson. The new quarterback,” Kurt added and Finn stuck out his hand for Mr. Hummel to shake.
“Nice to meet you, Finn. I’m Burt Hummel. And I’m grilling burgers for dinner so if you want to stick around we can eat and then you can show me what you got with the ‘ol pigskin. I used to play in college,” he explained and Finn nodded quickly. “Great. You need to call your parents?”
“My mom,” Finn squeaked, looking toward his bag. “I mean, yes. I’ll call my mom.”
“Good. Dinner’s in twenty, boys,” he told them before leaving, and Kurt went to sit on the bed while Finn dugout his phone and made the call, his mother thrilled that he’d found a friend he was willing to spend time with (and oh, if she only knew).
“See, he’s not so frightening,” Kurt peeled off his glove and flexed his fingers. “Bark is far worse than his bite, trust me.”
“He seems like a nice guy,” Finn gingerly sat beside Kurt. “Is your mother joining us?”
Kurt’s eyes darkened and Finn immediately knew he’d made a mistake.
“I mean, I thought…”
“My mother died when I was young. But not young enough to not remember,” his face turned sad as he stared at his hands, blinking. “Cancer. Untreatable. They thought it was in remission but it spread to her lungs and…” he took a shaky breath and Finn wrapped an arm around him on instinct, tugging him closer as Kurt came willingly. “It was like one day she was happy and playing with me and just…there and the next she was this frail, skeletal woman in the hospital. And the next she was gone,” his voice broke on the last word and Finn hugged him tighter as Kurt grabbed onto him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Finn tried not to take too much pleasure in how well Kurt fit in his arms and instead rubbed his back in what he hoped was a comforting manner. “My dad died when I was a baby, so I never knew him. Iraq,” he added softly, and Kurt sniffed and looked up at him.
“A true hero, then,” he said with a ghost of a smile before he looked incredibly guilty.
“What?”
“Those boys. Teasing you about not having a father…I didn’t know, I…”
“Exactly. You didn’t know. So it’s okay. Like I said, I never knew him,” Finn pulled Kurt back into his arms, not willing to let go of him just yet. “Sometimes I’m grateful for that. And sometimes I think that I would have liked to have met him. Maybe then I’d be…more of a man,” he finished quietly and blinked when Kurt pressed a fingertip over his lips.
“Don’t talk like that,” he shook his head. “You can’t control who you are, and I think who you are is just fine.”
“You’re the only one,” Finn said bitterly, and Kurt snuggled…actually snuggled against his chest.
“Not true. The whole Glee Club thinks you’re amazing. But come on, I need to get out of this before we go up for some food. It’s starting to get uncomfortable,” he pulled at the unitard before unzipping his incredibly tight jeans and stripping them off, his vest joining them as he was left in just the high-cut stretchy fabric, and Finn tried not to look but that wasn’t hiding anything and wow, Kurt wasn’t tiny. “I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I? You’ll have to get used to it being on the football team,” he started to peel the fabric down his arm and stopped, struggling awkwardly. “Um…”
“You…ah…need help?” Finn asked breathlessly, barely believing his luck when Kurt nodded and Finn helped him peel the fabric from his body, his hand unintentionally caressing Kurt’s back on the way down, and Kurt’s skin was soft and smooth and warm and Finn had to pull away before he did something he really regretted.
“Thanks. I think I can handle the rest,” Kurt laughed and Finn nodded and backed away, watching Kurt as he grabbed some regular clothes and headed to the washroom, the fabric pooled around his waist and leaving him almost nude.
He was glorious.
But he wasn’t going to stand and watch the bathroom door like some creeper, so he headed upstairs to see if Burt needed any help with dinner.
000
Kurt was distracted the next day as they led the grumbling football players through dance rehearsal, although to their credit and thanks to Coach Tanaka’s glower, they didn’t complain once.
Finn was heading home when he felt a small hand grab his wrist, turning to look into Kurt’s red-rimmed eyes, and the other boy gulped and said, very quietly, “I need to talk to you.”
“Okay. Here?”
“Can we go to your place? I want to be alone,” Kurt whispered and Finn could only nod, letting Kurt into his truck before they headed off to his place, and he got Kurt settled in his tiny room with a mug of tea before sitting beside him. “Thank you. For the tea. It’s just…” he gasped a little and Finn realized he was close to tears.
“Just what?”
“Quinn’s pregnant,” he said in a rush before completely breaking down and Finn carefully took the mug out of his hands and pulled him into his lap, holding him as tight as he dared while his mind was racing. Quinn was pregnant. That meant Kurt had had sex with her, which meant that Kurt was undeniably straight, which meant that he should really stop trying.
But something about this seemed off. Kurt wasn’t the type of guy to have unprotected sex, and Finn honestly couldn’t see Quinn, who’d always been prudish to the extreme, having sex at all so how on Earth…
“It’s not mine,” Kurt said before he could ask. “But…I’m her boyfriend. I feel obligated.”
“Even though she cheated on you?!” Finn nearly yelled, and Kurt winced. “Sorry. But man, that’s a low blow.”
“I realize that. And that’s not the worst of it. She’s tried to convince me it is mine, as if she thinks I’m ignorant enough to believe something like that, and she’s so afraid, Finn. I can’t abandon her,” Kurt curled up closer to him and Finn thought about all of that.
“Why would she think…”
“It was at one of Puck’s parties. We’d both had a wine cooler too many and ground on the couch until we…finished,” he blushed rather endearingly and Finn tried really hard not to think of what Kurt would look like in the throes of orgasm. “But we were both fully clothed and unless I have superhuman sperm…unlikely…that baby is not mine.”
“Which means we need to figure out whose it is,” Finn said immediately and Kurt looked at him in surprise.
“ ‘We?’”
“Yeah. You don’t deserve the headache a baby’s going to cause if it isn’t yours, and it’s not fair for her to expect you to put up with it. I’m here for you,” he said and Kurt looked at him, their faces so close again, but Kurt only cupped a hand around the back of his head and pulled him into a hug.
“Thank you. I…thank you, Finn Hudson.”
“Of course,” Finn passed Kurt his tea and kept holding him, pleased when the other boy didn’t move away.
He really didn’t know what he was getting into, but he’d come to realize he’d do almost anything for Kurt.
And right now, that didn’t seem like such a bad thing.
Links: Chapter One
Notes:
1. Yes, Kurt still does ‘Single Ladies.’ I couldn’t resist him doing that in front of Finn xP
2. Anyway, I hope everybody’s still enjoying this :) Let me know what you thought!!
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: PG-13 overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Chapter: 2/?
Word Count: 2785
Spoilers: Um, if you know who the characters are, I think you're good :)
Summary: Prompt fill for a-darkness-comes-at-dawn on tumblr. Finn/Kurt situation swap (aka football-player!Kurt and gay-kid!Finn).
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. :)
Different
Chapter Two
He didn’t call Kurt.
He didn’t need to, really, not with seeing him every day in Glee Club, and after he’d tried out and had Mr. Schue, as Kurt had predicted, basically beg him to join, things were great.
Sure, he still got slushied all the time, and maybe he shouldn’t have smacked Kurt’s butt during that assembly performance, but it had been a spur of the moment thing and Kurt really hadn’t looked all that annoyed.
…Of course, Quinn and her cronies had to join Glee Club right after that, so he had to watch her hang off of Kurt every practice but he supposed he could live with that. It was better than the time Rachel had tried to convince him they needed to speak as co-captains and had tried to seduce him with a picnic lunch and plastic airplane cups.
Yeah. That was scarring.
So when Mercedes had invited him to Breadstix he had gone instantly because hey, why not? And when she’d invited him to the movies, that was kinda cool.
But when she told him that she thought they were dating? Yeah. Not so cool. And he’d tried to let her down gently by staring at Kurt, but of course karma or whatever they called it had it in for him and she’d thought he meant Rachel and…yeah. He was kinda afraid the car they were washing was going to feel her fury, but luckily she’d just picked up a rather large rock and stalked off.
Which left him here, staring a sheet that proclaimed proudly, “we need a new Quarterback! Come try out!” underneath which was scribbled, in messy handwriting, “You can’t be worse than what we’ve got!”
“Try out,” Kurt startled him again and he, once more, ended up smudging the paper instead of writing anything. “Sorry. Guess I should stop sneaking up on you.”
“Um, yeah,” Finn nodded. “That would be good.”
“Regardless, try out. As Noah so correctly put, you can’t be worse than McKay. He may be a senior but sometimes when he practices he throws the ball straight into the ground. Plus,” he smiled, “getting on the team would do wonders for your popularity.”
“No, it wouldn’t,” Finn snorted, shaking his head. “Kurt, the Quarterback has to lead the team! Nobody respects me enough to listen to me…”
“They’ll listen to me, and I’ll tell them to listen to you,” Kurt promised. “Today, after school. Come try out. Please?” he looked up at Finn, eyes wide and blue in the hall light, and Finn pretty much would have jumped off of a cliff if Kurt had asked him to in that moment.
God, he had it bad.
“Okay,” he finally said, clearing his throat when his voice came out raspy. “O-okay. I’ll try out.”
“Excellent. Meet me on the field after school,” Kurt patted his arm and walked away, head held high, and Finn stared after him with a sigh.
…This was a really bad idea.
000
“What’s the fag doing here?”
“Can he even throw a football?”
“I bet not. I bet his daddy was never home so he throws like a girl!”
All of the boys laughed and Finn tried not to hear them, especially the last comment (because yes, it was true, but not in the way that they thought. And he most certainly did not throw like a girl).
“Gentlemen, quiet down!” Coach Tanaka blew his whistle and all of the guys huddled around, Finn shifting uneasily near the back. “Now, Mr. Hummel here has told me that Mr. Hudson’s got the necessarily abilities to make us a good quarterback, so if any of you want to stay on the team, you will listen to Mr. Hudson during the practice today. If I see anybody deliberately not listening to him, you’re no longer a part of the McKinley Titans. And if, at the end of the day, I’m happy with his performance, Mr. Hudson will become our official starting quarterback. Is that clear?”
There was general grumbling and Kurt laid his hand on Finn’s shoulder, giving him a smile. “It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine,” he amended and Finn tried to smile.
He wasn’t going to be fine.
000
He was fine.
It went well and, to his credit, he didn’t trip over his feet once. He could tell the boys in general still didn’t accept him entirely, but they’d listened to him and Coach Tanaka had seemed more than pleased with his performance and he was to start in their next game.
However, the team as a whole was still sorely disjointed, and Kurt had lamented on more than one occasion that if they could just think of something they could all do together it would build team morale, so Finn got to thinking.
And admittedly, ‘dancing’ didn’t seem like the most obvious choice, and he was kinda terrible at it, but it was something they could all do together, and one night he picked up the phone and dug out the crinkled piece of paper with Kurt’s name on it, dialing and holding the phone to his ear with his heart pounding.
“Hello,” Kurt chirped and Finn swallowed before speaking,
“H-hello?”
“Ah, Finn Hudson, what can I do for you?”
“I was thinking…what you said about the team needing some way to come together?”
“Yes?”
“Um…don’t laugh at me, but…what about a dance?”
“A dance,” Kurt, to his credit, didn’t laugh, and he sounded almost like he was seriously considering the idea. “It might work. It’ll definitely improve our unison and I don’t think it would hurt. Tell you what, come over tomorrow after school and we can figure something out, okay?”
“I’m a horrible dancer,” Finn reminded him and he heard Kurt chuckle.
“We’ll pick something that’s easy enough for you and the rest of the team to get the hang of. Mike Chang can probably backflip across the entire field but I doubt the same can be said for anybody else,” he said briskly. “Regardless, I’ll give you my address at school. Okay?”
“Yes,” Finn said, much too eagerly, but Kurt seemed not to notice as he bid Finn farewell and the line went dead.
Finn was going to Kurt Hummel’s house.
Finn was going to Kurt Hummel’s house.
This year just kept getting better.
000
At least, he thought so until the door opened and Kurt ushered him inside, wearing a skintight outfit and only one glove, and pulled him down the stairs to a rather large bedroom. “What are you…”
“Unitard. They wick sweat,” Kurt said matter-of-factly, like Finn should know this, and Finn once again was trying very hard to remember that Kurt was straight because, as far as he knew, straight guys did not wander around dressed like that. “Regardless, I combed through my music archives and thought that we could all get in touch with our inner divas. Beyonce,” he clarified, setting up his iPod.
“You listen to Beyonce?”
“Have you looked at her? Oh. Right,” Kurt smirked at him and Finn had to look away, although he knew Kurt wasn’t being malicious about it. “Regardless, I’ve studied her moves extensively, and I think the team will be able to pick it up. Can I show you?” he looked excited and Finn really couldn’t do anything but nod, so Kurt started the iPod and started to dance, and Finn could only watch with his eyes wide.
Kurt was gyrating his hips and skimming his hands down his body and it was sexual and Finn was currently incredibly glad that he was wearing rather roomy jeans or else his sudden hard-on would have been awkward.
Well, it was awkward, but more awkward than it already was, if that made any sense. Thankfully Kurt quit after the first chorus, panting a little, and set his hands on his hips. “So? What do you think?”
“Um,” Finn nodded, trying to maintain his composure. Really, he was flattered that Kurt would share this with him at all, but he knew Kurt was the type of person who knew that, just like straight men weren’t attracted to every woman they met, gay men weren’t attracted to every man they met. Unfortunately, of course, he was attracted to Kurt.
But he couldn’t dwell on that now. “I think it’s good. Um, I didn’t pick up much of it, but…”
“Come here,” Kurt pulled him up and stood beside him. “I’ll teach you. And then tomorrow we can show it to the guys, okay?”
“Cool,” Finn gave him a weak smile and they got to practicing.
000
“Can you turn the music down, Kurt? It’s time for dinner!” a man came down the stairs and Finn froze, because yes, Mr. Hummel was intimidating. “Oh. You didn’t tell me you had friends coming over.”
“Dad!” Kurt laughed, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry, we lost track of the time. We were just working on something to get the team more cohesive.”
“Dancing?” Mr. Hummel looked skeptical and Kurt nodded.
“Trust me. Those boys need all the help they can get. Oh, this is Finn. Finn Hudson. The new quarterback,” Kurt added and Finn stuck out his hand for Mr. Hummel to shake.
“Nice to meet you, Finn. I’m Burt Hummel. And I’m grilling burgers for dinner so if you want to stick around we can eat and then you can show me what you got with the ‘ol pigskin. I used to play in college,” he explained and Finn nodded quickly. “Great. You need to call your parents?”
“My mom,” Finn squeaked, looking toward his bag. “I mean, yes. I’ll call my mom.”
“Good. Dinner’s in twenty, boys,” he told them before leaving, and Kurt went to sit on the bed while Finn dugout his phone and made the call, his mother thrilled that he’d found a friend he was willing to spend time with (and oh, if she only knew).
“See, he’s not so frightening,” Kurt peeled off his glove and flexed his fingers. “Bark is far worse than his bite, trust me.”
“He seems like a nice guy,” Finn gingerly sat beside Kurt. “Is your mother joining us?”
Kurt’s eyes darkened and Finn immediately knew he’d made a mistake.
“I mean, I thought…”
“My mother died when I was young. But not young enough to not remember,” his face turned sad as he stared at his hands, blinking. “Cancer. Untreatable. They thought it was in remission but it spread to her lungs and…” he took a shaky breath and Finn wrapped an arm around him on instinct, tugging him closer as Kurt came willingly. “It was like one day she was happy and playing with me and just…there and the next she was this frail, skeletal woman in the hospital. And the next she was gone,” his voice broke on the last word and Finn hugged him tighter as Kurt grabbed onto him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Finn tried not to take too much pleasure in how well Kurt fit in his arms and instead rubbed his back in what he hoped was a comforting manner. “My dad died when I was a baby, so I never knew him. Iraq,” he added softly, and Kurt sniffed and looked up at him.
“A true hero, then,” he said with a ghost of a smile before he looked incredibly guilty.
“What?”
“Those boys. Teasing you about not having a father…I didn’t know, I…”
“Exactly. You didn’t know. So it’s okay. Like I said, I never knew him,” Finn pulled Kurt back into his arms, not willing to let go of him just yet. “Sometimes I’m grateful for that. And sometimes I think that I would have liked to have met him. Maybe then I’d be…more of a man,” he finished quietly and blinked when Kurt pressed a fingertip over his lips.
“Don’t talk like that,” he shook his head. “You can’t control who you are, and I think who you are is just fine.”
“You’re the only one,” Finn said bitterly, and Kurt snuggled…actually snuggled against his chest.
“Not true. The whole Glee Club thinks you’re amazing. But come on, I need to get out of this before we go up for some food. It’s starting to get uncomfortable,” he pulled at the unitard before unzipping his incredibly tight jeans and stripping them off, his vest joining them as he was left in just the high-cut stretchy fabric, and Finn tried not to look but that wasn’t hiding anything and wow, Kurt wasn’t tiny. “I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I? You’ll have to get used to it being on the football team,” he started to peel the fabric down his arm and stopped, struggling awkwardly. “Um…”
“You…ah…need help?” Finn asked breathlessly, barely believing his luck when Kurt nodded and Finn helped him peel the fabric from his body, his hand unintentionally caressing Kurt’s back on the way down, and Kurt’s skin was soft and smooth and warm and Finn had to pull away before he did something he really regretted.
“Thanks. I think I can handle the rest,” Kurt laughed and Finn nodded and backed away, watching Kurt as he grabbed some regular clothes and headed to the washroom, the fabric pooled around his waist and leaving him almost nude.
He was glorious.
But he wasn’t going to stand and watch the bathroom door like some creeper, so he headed upstairs to see if Burt needed any help with dinner.
000
Kurt was distracted the next day as they led the grumbling football players through dance rehearsal, although to their credit and thanks to Coach Tanaka’s glower, they didn’t complain once.
Finn was heading home when he felt a small hand grab his wrist, turning to look into Kurt’s red-rimmed eyes, and the other boy gulped and said, very quietly, “I need to talk to you.”
“Okay. Here?”
“Can we go to your place? I want to be alone,” Kurt whispered and Finn could only nod, letting Kurt into his truck before they headed off to his place, and he got Kurt settled in his tiny room with a mug of tea before sitting beside him. “Thank you. For the tea. It’s just…” he gasped a little and Finn realized he was close to tears.
“Just what?”
“Quinn’s pregnant,” he said in a rush before completely breaking down and Finn carefully took the mug out of his hands and pulled him into his lap, holding him as tight as he dared while his mind was racing. Quinn was pregnant. That meant Kurt had had sex with her, which meant that Kurt was undeniably straight, which meant that he should really stop trying.
But something about this seemed off. Kurt wasn’t the type of guy to have unprotected sex, and Finn honestly couldn’t see Quinn, who’d always been prudish to the extreme, having sex at all so how on Earth…
“It’s not mine,” Kurt said before he could ask. “But…I’m her boyfriend. I feel obligated.”
“Even though she cheated on you?!” Finn nearly yelled, and Kurt winced. “Sorry. But man, that’s a low blow.”
“I realize that. And that’s not the worst of it. She’s tried to convince me it is mine, as if she thinks I’m ignorant enough to believe something like that, and she’s so afraid, Finn. I can’t abandon her,” Kurt curled up closer to him and Finn thought about all of that.
“Why would she think…”
“It was at one of Puck’s parties. We’d both had a wine cooler too many and ground on the couch until we…finished,” he blushed rather endearingly and Finn tried really hard not to think of what Kurt would look like in the throes of orgasm. “But we were both fully clothed and unless I have superhuman sperm…unlikely…that baby is not mine.”
“Which means we need to figure out whose it is,” Finn said immediately and Kurt looked at him in surprise.
“ ‘We?’”
“Yeah. You don’t deserve the headache a baby’s going to cause if it isn’t yours, and it’s not fair for her to expect you to put up with it. I’m here for you,” he said and Kurt looked at him, their faces so close again, but Kurt only cupped a hand around the back of his head and pulled him into a hug.
“Thank you. I…thank you, Finn Hudson.”
“Of course,” Finn passed Kurt his tea and kept holding him, pleased when the other boy didn’t move away.
He really didn’t know what he was getting into, but he’d come to realize he’d do almost anything for Kurt.
And right now, that didn’t seem like such a bad thing.
Links: Chapter One
Notes:
1. Yes, Kurt still does ‘Single Ladies.’ I couldn’t resist him doing that in front of Finn xP
2. Anyway, I hope everybody’s still enjoying this :) Let me know what you thought!!