Glee-Fic: Changes, Chapter Eight (Finn/Kurt)
Title: Changes
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Chapter: 8/?
Word Count: 2447
Spoilers: Up to and including 2x06
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 Eight
“You’re going to Dalton?”
“Yes, Finn,” Kurt looked through the closet, trying to figure out what combination would be closest to a Dalton uniform so as to keep him undercover. He pulled out a few things, clicking his tongue, as Finn stripped off his shirt and wandered around the room for a while, glancing at himself in the mirror. “What?”
“I walked through the school almost naked, dude. Do you have any idea how many people told me they’d be scarred for life? It’s embarrassing,” he poked at his stomach and Kurt could only roll his eyes as he walked over.
“Finn, sweetie, you have abs,” he said, skimming his fingers along said abs. “No, you’re not all muscle, but you’re beautiful. Trust me. I’d rather have this than any of those other boys.”
“You like Sam’s abs,” Finn snorted and Kurt sighed heavily.
“Yes. He’s quite nice to look at. But that’s not everything,” Kurt pushed himself away before he could touch too much and went back to coordinating his outfit. “And I’ll be fine at Dalton. Don’t worry. I’m just scoping out the competition.”
“Sure,” Finn nodded and shrugged, grabbing a clean shirt and putting it on. “Are you going tomorrow?”
“Mm,” Kurt agreed vaguely. “I’ve nothing important going on in my classes, so it’s probably the best choice. I’ll be back before dinner.”
“Isn’t it like two hours away?”
“Something like that. Don’t worry, Finn, I’m more than capable of taking care of myself,” he pulled his shirt off as well to try on something for the next day and heard Finn suck in a breath of air. “What?”
“Your…your back,” Finn whispered. “Dude, what…”
“Karofsky. Locker. Do the math,” Kurt said sharply, wincing when he felt Finn’s hand land on his shoulder. “Finn…”
“It looks horrible, dude,” Finn whispered before removing his hand and stepping backward, sighing. “Go lay on the bed.”
“What?”
“Just…do it. Okay?”
“Okay,” Kurt wasn’t sure what Finn was up to but he trusted the other boy with…well, everything except for his heart, really, so he knew Finn wasn’t going to harm him.
He did as he was asked, tensing a little when Finn climbed onto the bed and straddled him, knees on the outside of Kurt’s. “My mom bought me this…it’s for sore muscles and things but I bet it’ll help. I mean, if you want…”
“Yes,” Kurt buried his face in the pillow and sighed as Finn’s hands started to rub his shoulders and down his side where the biggest bruise was. The gel was cool and tingly and felt strange, but it definitely soothed the ache and Kurt found himself relaxing without meaning to, a tiny moan dropping from his mouth as Finn leaned closer and kissed the back of his neck.
“This better?”
“Yeah,” Kurt admitted, trying to relax even more, and Finn kept kissing his neck and kneading his shoulders and being horribly gentle, something that Kurt appreciated but wasn’t sure Finn was capable of.
It was…domestic. Comforting. Like if he had a real boyfriend he could come home after a hard day and…
No.
He’s not thinking about that.
“C’mere,” Finn pulled him into his lap and Kurt immediately gripped his shoulders, leaning his head up as the taller boy bent to kiss him, Finn’s slick hands still rubbing his shoulders and back.
Kurt groaned into his mouth, knowing that he was in far, far too deep at this point and yet strangely not caring. It was wrong, but as the old clichéd saying went, it just felt so right and he grasped onto Finn and kissed back for all he was worth.
They broke apart after a few moments, both panting, and Finn stroked his back before pulling away.
“So. Um.”
“Yes,” Kurt nodded, glancing away. “Thank you. For…”
“Of course. I’m just gonna…”
“Right,” Kurt smiled as he left but as soon as Finn was up the stairs he flopped back on the bed, closing his eyes and feeling the heat of phantom fingers on his skin.
That could have gone so much farther than they had ever gone, and he would have welcomed it gladly.
…He needed a way to stop these feelings.
000
Fate granted him a solution the next day, in the form of a bright-eyed, dapperly handsome young man by the name of Blaine Anderson, who held his hand and talked to him and, by the end of the day, had utterly charmed him to the point that Kurt was considering asking him out.
He didn’t, of course. That would be horribly premature when he barely knew Blaine’s name, but he could open up to him a way he couldn’t with Finn, and that was a joy to know.
Plus Blaine was cute.
Extremely cute.
Shorter than Kurt, which Kurt didn’t typically find attractive, but maybe he could make an exception.
And maybe if it got him over Finn, it wouldn’t be a bad exception to make. He shivered as Blaine smiled at him and took his hand from across the table, fingers dry and warm against his upturned palm, and decided that Blaine Anderson may just be the key to figuring everything out.
000
Finn was confused.
Not that this was uncommon, but he was starting to feel more aroused around Kurt than he was around Rachel, and that wasn’t common.
He’d accepted the fact that he was attracted to Kurt…well, mostly, that is…but seeing his legs in that Rocky Horror costume had nearly had him mentally shouting for the mailman, and even Rachel in a super-short skirt couldn’t get that reaction anymore.
So yeah, maybe there was something there, but he was with Rachel and he loved her and she had boobs and Kurt didn’t have those, so…yeah. Rachel.
But then Kurt had come home, talking about this boy he’d met at Dalton who was gay, and he hadn’t stopped talking about him all night which had made a strange feeling bloom in Finn’s gut.
It wasn’t jealousy.
It was just…he was protective. Yeah. Because he didn’t know the guy, and he didn’t know that he wouldn’t hurt Kurt. That was all.
He glanced up as Kurt came into the basement, humming something and looking like all was right with the world, and Finn’s stomach clenched again.
…He hated Blaine Anderson.
000
Kurt was leaning over the toilet, feeling the bile rise in his throat as he dry-heaved, sobbing and trying to get himself under control.
It wasn’t working.
Karofsky had kissed him.
Karofsky had kissed him.
And he would have done more, he would have…
Kurt almost threw up again, not caring that he was kneeling on the dirty bathroom floor. So much for ‘courage,’ he thought wryly, wishing he had his phone (oh, crap, his phone) so that he could call Blaine, call…somebody, even though…
He heard the locker room door open and sobbed, wanting somebody to find him and hoping against hope that…
“Kurt? Dude, you in here?”
“Finn!” he called out weakly, reaching up to unlatch the door, and Finn came over before his eyes widened.
“Dude! What happened? Why…”
Kurt motioned vaguely and wiped his chin and somehow Finn understood, not even hesitating before dropping to the floor and grabbing Kurt as he scrambled into the taller boy’s lap, face pressed against his shoulder as his body shook. “He…” Kurt gulped, wondering whether to tell Finn but knowing that he had to tell somebody, and he sighed and said, “Karofsky. He…shoved me, knocked my phone out of my hands, we…I followed him in here and screamed at him, and he…promise me you won’t go after him,” he said suddenly, gripping Finn’s shirt and hoping the other boy saw how serious he was about this.
Finn confronting Karofsky would only make this entire situation that much worse, and Finn must have seen something in his eyes because he nodded and kissed Kurt’s forehead softly. “Okay. What did he…”
“He kissed me,” Kurt choked out, breaking down entirely as Finn hugged him and shushed him and pressed his cheek against Kurt’s hair. “He just…grabbed me and…”
“Is he…y’know…”
“I think so. Obviously so far in the closet he can’t see the light, but…” he tightened his arms around Finn. “Just…don’t make a big deal out of it, okay? I’ll…I’ll handle it…”
“You shouldn’t have to!” Finn said fiercely, one hand cupping the back of Kurt’s head and pulling him in. “Kurt…”
“Please. For now. Let me do this,” Kurt urged and Finn finally nodded.
“Okay. But if he does anything…if he…tell me. Please.”
“I will. I promise,” Kurt laced their fingers together and slumped against Finn, calming down slowly as Finn mumbled nonsense into his hair. “Can we…can we go home? I want to go home.”
“Yeah. Yeah, we’ll go home. We should look for your phone first…”
“Right. Phone,” Kurt swallowed and allowed Finn to help him up, clinging to him for a few moments before standing up and walking out of the locker room.
He really wanted to go home.
000
Of course, it had to be the night Mercedes called and he picked up the phone cautiously, not really wanting to talk but knowing she’d keep calling until he did so it was for the best.
“What’s up, my man?” she greeted him with, happy as always, and Kurt sighed and tried to make his voice sound at least semi-cheerful.
“Not much. You?”
“Oh, c’mon, you’ve been mooning over your Blainey-kins all day,” she teased and Kurt had to admit that, at least where she could see, he kind of was. They’d been texting all day and Blaine was…great. Truly.
“He’s been wonderful, Mercedes,” he tried to put the right amount of wistful, love-struck fondness into his voice and thought that he succeeded fairly well. “Truly. I’m so happy I met him.”
“I’m so happy for you,” she said with a laugh. “So, what’s new?”
“Still working on our performance outfit. I’ve convinced them to go with something stylish yet not extravagant, and of course it’s up to me to bedazzle all of the suit jackets appropriately,” he picked at said jacket, because yes, he was actually working.
He heard Finn rustling around in the washroom and he came out a second later, sitting behind Kurt on the bed and pulling him to rest against his chest, and Kurt smiled at him before accepting the embrace. “Your jackets are gonna be amazing,” Mercedes told him and Kurt ‘hmm-ed’ in approval as Finn rested his chin on his shoulder and leaned in close.
“Of course they are, honey. That’s why I’m making them,” he laughed.
“Kurt?” her voice suddenly grew more serious and he wondered what this was about, swallowing before asking, “Yes?”
“What about Finn?”
And no, this wasn’t good, but luckily Finn couldn’t hear with how Kurt was holding the phone so maybe he could divert the conversation. “What about him?”
“You and he…last summer?”
“Oh, no, honey, that was a one-time thing,” he said quickly, almost regretting telling her about his and Finn’s first make-out session in the first place. “Trust me.”
“Okay, my man. Just making sure,” she sounded suspicious but it seemed she was going to let it go, which Kurt was more than grateful for. “Blaine can’t be a replacement…”
“He isn’t,” Kurt replied with a sigh. “And right now he’s only a friend, so please, don’t start any rumours about us…”
“I’d never do that,” she laughed. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your jackets.”
“Thank you,” Kurt and her exchanged a few more pleasantries before he ended the call, setting the phone down and sighing as Finn squeezed him gently. “Mercedes.”
“Oh,” Kurt thought fast and blurted out the first thing that came to mind, which luckily made enough sense that Finn wouldn’t think to question it. “The time I tried to get Artie to stop dressing like somebody’s grandfather and start dressing like a teenager. He looked far stranger in normal clothing than he does on a regular basis so we agreed to never go there again.”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Finn nodded against his shoulder and Kurt let himself slump farther. “So, um, you want to sleep together tonight?”
“Of course,” Kurt said without hesitation, because he knew one thing for certain: he needed it.
000
Finn was remarkably tender that evening, sensual and gentle, one hand resting on Kurt’s bare stomach and dipping beneath the waistband of his pyjama pants every so often, deliberate and yet innocent at the same time and Kurt’s breath caught each time he did so.
“Hey, Finn?”
“Yeah, man?”
“Can I kiss you?” Kurt asked softly, turning and staring at the other boy in the darkness. “I mean, after Karofsky, I need…”
“Yeah,” Finn smiled at him and brushed his hair back from his face. “I was gonna ask, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with that. You’re…”
“I’m okay with it,” Kurt promised with a breathy laugh. “I need it.”
“Okay,” Finn leaned closer and breathed him in, Kurt’s heart stuttering at the intimate action, before their lips met and Finn sighed into his mouth, moving away after a moment. “Good?”
“Yes. Thank you,” Kurt moved even closer and let Finn wrap him up, pressing his lips to Finn’s throat. “I know we can’t keep doing this…”
“Yeah, we can,” Finn cut him off. “I mean…yeah, Rachel, but…you need me more. And I’m not gonna leave you alone.”
“I appreciate it,” Kurt’s fingers stroked Finn’s arm gently as Finn ran a smooth hand over his shoulders.
“How’s the bruising?”
“Better. The gel helped,” he promised, and Finn hugged him a little tighter at that.
“Does that hurt?”
“It’s nice,” Kurt tucked himself against Finn and closed his eyes, smelling the other boy and smiling.
“Hey.”
“Yes?”
“Do you really love Blaine?”
“Finn, I’ve only known him for a couple of days. No. But he’s cute and he’s been kind to me and he knows what I’m going through, so I appreciate his company,” Kurt said truthfully. “I know you’ll never be able to give me what he can, and that’s okay. This is…this is enough.”
“Oh. Cool,” Finn sounded distracted and Kurt could tell he felt bad, but Finn couldn’t change that easily. He knew better than to expect that.
“Goodnight, then,” Kurt closed his eyes and felt Finn rubbing his shoulders and down his back, and just before he fell asleep he heard,
“So, can we just do this every night, then?”
He didn’t answer, but he really didn’t need to.
Finn would know.
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Notes:
1. Yes, Blaine has entered the picture. And yes, he of course will be the main source of confusion for Finn, at least at this point. Poor Finn’s jealous although he has no idea that he is…
2. I hope everybody enjoyed, and let me know what you thought :)
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Chapter: 8/?
Word Count: 2447
Spoilers: Up to and including 2x06
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 Eight
“You’re going to Dalton?”
“Yes, Finn,” Kurt looked through the closet, trying to figure out what combination would be closest to a Dalton uniform so as to keep him undercover. He pulled out a few things, clicking his tongue, as Finn stripped off his shirt and wandered around the room for a while, glancing at himself in the mirror. “What?”
“I walked through the school almost naked, dude. Do you have any idea how many people told me they’d be scarred for life? It’s embarrassing,” he poked at his stomach and Kurt could only roll his eyes as he walked over.
“Finn, sweetie, you have abs,” he said, skimming his fingers along said abs. “No, you’re not all muscle, but you’re beautiful. Trust me. I’d rather have this than any of those other boys.”
“You like Sam’s abs,” Finn snorted and Kurt sighed heavily.
“Yes. He’s quite nice to look at. But that’s not everything,” Kurt pushed himself away before he could touch too much and went back to coordinating his outfit. “And I’ll be fine at Dalton. Don’t worry. I’m just scoping out the competition.”
“Sure,” Finn nodded and shrugged, grabbing a clean shirt and putting it on. “Are you going tomorrow?”
“Mm,” Kurt agreed vaguely. “I’ve nothing important going on in my classes, so it’s probably the best choice. I’ll be back before dinner.”
“Isn’t it like two hours away?”
“Something like that. Don’t worry, Finn, I’m more than capable of taking care of myself,” he pulled his shirt off as well to try on something for the next day and heard Finn suck in a breath of air. “What?”
“Your…your back,” Finn whispered. “Dude, what…”
“Karofsky. Locker. Do the math,” Kurt said sharply, wincing when he felt Finn’s hand land on his shoulder. “Finn…”
“It looks horrible, dude,” Finn whispered before removing his hand and stepping backward, sighing. “Go lay on the bed.”
“What?”
“Just…do it. Okay?”
“Okay,” Kurt wasn’t sure what Finn was up to but he trusted the other boy with…well, everything except for his heart, really, so he knew Finn wasn’t going to harm him.
He did as he was asked, tensing a little when Finn climbed onto the bed and straddled him, knees on the outside of Kurt’s. “My mom bought me this…it’s for sore muscles and things but I bet it’ll help. I mean, if you want…”
“Yes,” Kurt buried his face in the pillow and sighed as Finn’s hands started to rub his shoulders and down his side where the biggest bruise was. The gel was cool and tingly and felt strange, but it definitely soothed the ache and Kurt found himself relaxing without meaning to, a tiny moan dropping from his mouth as Finn leaned closer and kissed the back of his neck.
“This better?”
“Yeah,” Kurt admitted, trying to relax even more, and Finn kept kissing his neck and kneading his shoulders and being horribly gentle, something that Kurt appreciated but wasn’t sure Finn was capable of.
It was…domestic. Comforting. Like if he had a real boyfriend he could come home after a hard day and…
No.
He’s not thinking about that.
“C’mere,” Finn pulled him into his lap and Kurt immediately gripped his shoulders, leaning his head up as the taller boy bent to kiss him, Finn’s slick hands still rubbing his shoulders and back.
Kurt groaned into his mouth, knowing that he was in far, far too deep at this point and yet strangely not caring. It was wrong, but as the old clichéd saying went, it just felt so right and he grasped onto Finn and kissed back for all he was worth.
They broke apart after a few moments, both panting, and Finn stroked his back before pulling away.
“So. Um.”
“Yes,” Kurt nodded, glancing away. “Thank you. For…”
“Of course. I’m just gonna…”
“Right,” Kurt smiled as he left but as soon as Finn was up the stairs he flopped back on the bed, closing his eyes and feeling the heat of phantom fingers on his skin.
That could have gone so much farther than they had ever gone, and he would have welcomed it gladly.
…He needed a way to stop these feelings.
000
Fate granted him a solution the next day, in the form of a bright-eyed, dapperly handsome young man by the name of Blaine Anderson, who held his hand and talked to him and, by the end of the day, had utterly charmed him to the point that Kurt was considering asking him out.
He didn’t, of course. That would be horribly premature when he barely knew Blaine’s name, but he could open up to him a way he couldn’t with Finn, and that was a joy to know.
Plus Blaine was cute.
Extremely cute.
Shorter than Kurt, which Kurt didn’t typically find attractive, but maybe he could make an exception.
And maybe if it got him over Finn, it wouldn’t be a bad exception to make. He shivered as Blaine smiled at him and took his hand from across the table, fingers dry and warm against his upturned palm, and decided that Blaine Anderson may just be the key to figuring everything out.
000
Finn was confused.
Not that this was uncommon, but he was starting to feel more aroused around Kurt than he was around Rachel, and that wasn’t common.
He’d accepted the fact that he was attracted to Kurt…well, mostly, that is…but seeing his legs in that Rocky Horror costume had nearly had him mentally shouting for the mailman, and even Rachel in a super-short skirt couldn’t get that reaction anymore.
So yeah, maybe there was something there, but he was with Rachel and he loved her and she had boobs and Kurt didn’t have those, so…yeah. Rachel.
But then Kurt had come home, talking about this boy he’d met at Dalton who was gay, and he hadn’t stopped talking about him all night which had made a strange feeling bloom in Finn’s gut.
It wasn’t jealousy.
It was just…he was protective. Yeah. Because he didn’t know the guy, and he didn’t know that he wouldn’t hurt Kurt. That was all.
He glanced up as Kurt came into the basement, humming something and looking like all was right with the world, and Finn’s stomach clenched again.
…He hated Blaine Anderson.
000
Kurt was leaning over the toilet, feeling the bile rise in his throat as he dry-heaved, sobbing and trying to get himself under control.
It wasn’t working.
Karofsky had kissed him.
Karofsky had kissed him.
And he would have done more, he would have…
Kurt almost threw up again, not caring that he was kneeling on the dirty bathroom floor. So much for ‘courage,’ he thought wryly, wishing he had his phone (oh, crap, his phone) so that he could call Blaine, call…somebody, even though…
He heard the locker room door open and sobbed, wanting somebody to find him and hoping against hope that…
“Kurt? Dude, you in here?”
“Finn!” he called out weakly, reaching up to unlatch the door, and Finn came over before his eyes widened.
“Dude! What happened? Why…”
Kurt motioned vaguely and wiped his chin and somehow Finn understood, not even hesitating before dropping to the floor and grabbing Kurt as he scrambled into the taller boy’s lap, face pressed against his shoulder as his body shook. “He…” Kurt gulped, wondering whether to tell Finn but knowing that he had to tell somebody, and he sighed and said, “Karofsky. He…shoved me, knocked my phone out of my hands, we…I followed him in here and screamed at him, and he…promise me you won’t go after him,” he said suddenly, gripping Finn’s shirt and hoping the other boy saw how serious he was about this.
Finn confronting Karofsky would only make this entire situation that much worse, and Finn must have seen something in his eyes because he nodded and kissed Kurt’s forehead softly. “Okay. What did he…”
“He kissed me,” Kurt choked out, breaking down entirely as Finn hugged him and shushed him and pressed his cheek against Kurt’s hair. “He just…grabbed me and…”
“Is he…y’know…”
“I think so. Obviously so far in the closet he can’t see the light, but…” he tightened his arms around Finn. “Just…don’t make a big deal out of it, okay? I’ll…I’ll handle it…”
“You shouldn’t have to!” Finn said fiercely, one hand cupping the back of Kurt’s head and pulling him in. “Kurt…”
“Please. For now. Let me do this,” Kurt urged and Finn finally nodded.
“Okay. But if he does anything…if he…tell me. Please.”
“I will. I promise,” Kurt laced their fingers together and slumped against Finn, calming down slowly as Finn mumbled nonsense into his hair. “Can we…can we go home? I want to go home.”
“Yeah. Yeah, we’ll go home. We should look for your phone first…”
“Right. Phone,” Kurt swallowed and allowed Finn to help him up, clinging to him for a few moments before standing up and walking out of the locker room.
He really wanted to go home.
000
Of course, it had to be the night Mercedes called and he picked up the phone cautiously, not really wanting to talk but knowing she’d keep calling until he did so it was for the best.
“What’s up, my man?” she greeted him with, happy as always, and Kurt sighed and tried to make his voice sound at least semi-cheerful.
“Not much. You?”
“Oh, c’mon, you’ve been mooning over your Blainey-kins all day,” she teased and Kurt had to admit that, at least where she could see, he kind of was. They’d been texting all day and Blaine was…great. Truly.
“He’s been wonderful, Mercedes,” he tried to put the right amount of wistful, love-struck fondness into his voice and thought that he succeeded fairly well. “Truly. I’m so happy I met him.”
“I’m so happy for you,” she said with a laugh. “So, what’s new?”
“Still working on our performance outfit. I’ve convinced them to go with something stylish yet not extravagant, and of course it’s up to me to bedazzle all of the suit jackets appropriately,” he picked at said jacket, because yes, he was actually working.
He heard Finn rustling around in the washroom and he came out a second later, sitting behind Kurt on the bed and pulling him to rest against his chest, and Kurt smiled at him before accepting the embrace. “Your jackets are gonna be amazing,” Mercedes told him and Kurt ‘hmm-ed’ in approval as Finn rested his chin on his shoulder and leaned in close.
“Of course they are, honey. That’s why I’m making them,” he laughed.
“Kurt?” her voice suddenly grew more serious and he wondered what this was about, swallowing before asking, “Yes?”
“What about Finn?”
And no, this wasn’t good, but luckily Finn couldn’t hear with how Kurt was holding the phone so maybe he could divert the conversation. “What about him?”
“You and he…last summer?”
“Oh, no, honey, that was a one-time thing,” he said quickly, almost regretting telling her about his and Finn’s first make-out session in the first place. “Trust me.”
“Okay, my man. Just making sure,” she sounded suspicious but it seemed she was going to let it go, which Kurt was more than grateful for. “Blaine can’t be a replacement…”
“He isn’t,” Kurt replied with a sigh. “And right now he’s only a friend, so please, don’t start any rumours about us…”
“I’d never do that,” she laughed. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your jackets.”
“Thank you,” Kurt and her exchanged a few more pleasantries before he ended the call, setting the phone down and sighing as Finn squeezed him gently. “Mercedes.”
“Oh,” Kurt thought fast and blurted out the first thing that came to mind, which luckily made enough sense that Finn wouldn’t think to question it. “The time I tried to get Artie to stop dressing like somebody’s grandfather and start dressing like a teenager. He looked far stranger in normal clothing than he does on a regular basis so we agreed to never go there again.”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Finn nodded against his shoulder and Kurt let himself slump farther. “So, um, you want to sleep together tonight?”
“Of course,” Kurt said without hesitation, because he knew one thing for certain: he needed it.
000
Finn was remarkably tender that evening, sensual and gentle, one hand resting on Kurt’s bare stomach and dipping beneath the waistband of his pyjama pants every so often, deliberate and yet innocent at the same time and Kurt’s breath caught each time he did so.
“Hey, Finn?”
“Yeah, man?”
“Can I kiss you?” Kurt asked softly, turning and staring at the other boy in the darkness. “I mean, after Karofsky, I need…”
“Yeah,” Finn smiled at him and brushed his hair back from his face. “I was gonna ask, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with that. You’re…”
“I’m okay with it,” Kurt promised with a breathy laugh. “I need it.”
“Okay,” Finn leaned closer and breathed him in, Kurt’s heart stuttering at the intimate action, before their lips met and Finn sighed into his mouth, moving away after a moment. “Good?”
“Yes. Thank you,” Kurt moved even closer and let Finn wrap him up, pressing his lips to Finn’s throat. “I know we can’t keep doing this…”
“Yeah, we can,” Finn cut him off. “I mean…yeah, Rachel, but…you need me more. And I’m not gonna leave you alone.”
“I appreciate it,” Kurt’s fingers stroked Finn’s arm gently as Finn ran a smooth hand over his shoulders.
“How’s the bruising?”
“Better. The gel helped,” he promised, and Finn hugged him a little tighter at that.
“Does that hurt?”
“It’s nice,” Kurt tucked himself against Finn and closed his eyes, smelling the other boy and smiling.
“Hey.”
“Yes?”
“Do you really love Blaine?”
“Finn, I’ve only known him for a couple of days. No. But he’s cute and he’s been kind to me and he knows what I’m going through, so I appreciate his company,” Kurt said truthfully. “I know you’ll never be able to give me what he can, and that’s okay. This is…this is enough.”
“Oh. Cool,” Finn sounded distracted and Kurt could tell he felt bad, but Finn couldn’t change that easily. He knew better than to expect that.
“Goodnight, then,” Kurt closed his eyes and felt Finn rubbing his shoulders and down his back, and just before he fell asleep he heard,
“So, can we just do this every night, then?”
He didn’t answer, but he really didn’t need to.
Finn would know.
Previous Chapter
Next Chapter
Notes:
1. Yes, Blaine has entered the picture. And yes, he of course will be the main source of confusion for Finn, at least at this point. Poor Finn’s jealous although he has no idea that he is…
2. I hope everybody enjoyed, and let me know what you thought :)