Glee-Fic: Summer Harmony, Suite (Finn/Kurt/Blaine)
Title:Summer Harmony
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt/Blaine
Chapter: 18/20-ish (a number!)
Word Count: 2310
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: Sequel to 'It All Started With A Question,' 'Lucky' and 'Feel This Good'. here.They're going to work through this. It may not always be easy, but they've got the whole summer to figure themselves out.
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. :)
Summer Harmony
Suite
“Finn,” Blaine replies coolly, shifting the phone with one hand while stroking Kurt’s shoulder with the other. “Why are you calling?”
“Kurt’s there,” Finn answers, his voice rough and hoarse like he’s been crying ever since Kurt left (and he might have been, Blaine reflects. It’s very possible). “He’s there and I…I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he was that close, I just…I lashed out and I didn’t mean to, and…”
“Finn, calm down,” Blaine urges, because the other boy sounds far too close to hyperventilating, and he doesn’t want that to happen. “Kurt’s fine. He’s here.”
“Yeah,” Kurt pipes up and Blaine hears Finn gasp before he says,
“Kurt, dude, I’m…”
“I know,” Kurt promises. “I’m not…I’m not mad at you, Finn. It hurt, yes, but I know you didn’t do it intentionally. I just…needed to get away. We’re okay.”
“No, we’re not,” Finn says instantly. “We’re not, and I just…I don’t know…Kurt,” he sounds broken and Kurt reaches to place his hand over Blaine’s on the phone, fingers tightening against the plastic case.
“I’m here, Finn,” Kurt promises, voice low and gentle and Blaine loves him so much, that even though he’s probably still frayed and terrified he can project so much reassurance. “It’s okay. Just please, don’t come after me or something ridiculous like that. I can’t see you right now,” Kurt sniffs and Finn sniffs and Blaine knows this is all going to dissolve in tears right away, so it would probably be best to end this conversation now.
“Look, Finn, we’ll call you in the morning, okay?” he says gently and hears a weak ‘yeah’ in return, before Finn says, just as quietly, “I love you, Kurt.”
“I know, Finn,” Kurt swallows and Blaine knows he can’t bring himself to return the sentiment, not right now, so he rubs the other boy’s shoulder as he clicks the ‘End’ button and the call disconnects.
“He’s being genuine, Kurt,” Blaine says, probably needlessly. He knows that Kurt can tell that much.
“I know,” Kurt assures him. “I just…need some time. With you,” his voice goes low and Blaine gasps as Kurt pushes him down and climbs on top of him.
“Are you sure…”
“Don’t deny me this,” Kurt leans in close, breath ghosting over his lips, and Blaine won’t.
He can’t.
“What do you want?” he whispers slowly, and Kurt’s grin turns feral.
“You’ve got a stash of toys. Surprise me.”
“Okay.”
000
“You’re sure about this?” Blaine holds up the toy and Kurt swallows, decidedly unsure, but he needs this. And he needs it with Blaine.
Finn…
No. He’s not thinking about Finn tonight.
“Yes. I’m sure,” Kurt leans back, taking a deep breath, and Blaine’s already two fingers deep so it’s a little hard to back out now. “Is that…”
“It’s…comparable. Somewhat. Obviously it’s more predictable than a person would be, but as for getting used to how it would feel…it does the trick,” he replies, curling his fingers a little as Kurt gasps and hangs onto him. “Quiet, remember?”
“I’m trying,” Kurt growls, because no, Blaine’s not supposed to have guests anyway in what’s essentially a dorm room provided by the park (at least he’s got his own washroom, though) and he’s certainly not supposed to be having sex with them.
“Good,” Blaine kisses him and slides a third finger in and Kurt moans quietly and squirms, because this is more than he’s ever had before and it’s weird. “Okay?”
“It doesn’t hurt,” Kurt wrinkles his nose and strokes a hand down Blaine’s back. “It’s just…”
“Weird. Yeah,” Blaine works his fingers for a few more moments before sliding them out and holding up the toy. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, Blaine,” Kurt rolls his eyes fondly and Blaine readies the vibrator before kissing him tenderly, hitching one of his legs up and sliding it in at the same time, and Kurt groans into his mouth even though he knows the toy’s significantly smaller than either Blaine or Finn would be.
It just feels…full. Like there’s something there that shouldn’t be, and he wiggles a little, trying to adjust. “Is this…”
“Can I turn it on?” Blaine whispers into his ear, breath hot and one hand trailing down Kurt’s chest to rest on his hip. “I’ll keep it low, but…”
“Yes, then,” Kurt licks his lips as Blaine turns the vibrator on, and he squeaks as the vibrations shoot through his body, mouth opening in a soundless cry as Blaine pulls him up, moving the vibrator slowly. “God, Blaine! That’s…”
“Good, right?” Blaine smirks and presses it in farther, the tip hitting Kurt’s prostate and sending a jolt through his entire body as his fingers clawed at Blaine’s back and his toes curled into the sheets. “Do I even need to touch you?”
“No…I don’t…” Kurt can feel his eyes rolling back as he shakes, feel his cock twitching but it’s almost like there’s too much sensation and he can’t…he’s…
“God, you should see yourself,” Blaine sounds awed, kissing him lightly. “You’re so beautiful, Kurt. You…”
Kurt presses back, his body freezing as he just comes, clutching Blaine so tightly it’s probably painful, and it almost hurts but it’s amazing, Blaine kissing his neck and cheeks and eyelids and keeping him there as he comes down, chest heaving, and he barely registers Blaine turning off the toy and sliding it out, the odd emptiness left behind, before he hears Blaine groan and blinks at him blearily, seeing him furiously working his hand over his cock and coming with a low moan as Kurt watches him, sighing a little when Blaine gets up with shaky legs and heads for the washroom.
He’s still drifting when he feels Blaine gently cleaning him off, and he willingly kisses the other boy when he climbs back into bed, Blaine’s mouth hot and slick. “I love you,” Blaine whispers as he pulls away, his eyes a little moist, and Kurt wakes up enough to cup his cheek.
“I love you too, Blaine Anderson. So much. Why’re you…”
“It’s Finn,” Blaine gasps. “I…I shared this with you, I know that…”
“Yes,” Kurt doesn’t feel like beating around the bush anymore, and he knows Blaine has known this since he proposed the idea. He loves Blaine, knows Blaine and he aren’t going to let go of each other anytime soon, but if he has to be honest with himself, Finn’s his first love.
He can’t give up the chance to let Finn be his first in that way, too.
If Blaine were a virgin it would be different, but as it stands…
But, of course, he has to forgive Finn first.
“If you want it to be us, it can be us,” he tries when Blaine really doesn’t look any happier, but the other boy just shakes his head and kisses Kurt gently.
“No. I always knew, just like I think you always knew. But…”
“You’ll be a part of it. I’m never leaving you out,” Kurt promises fiercely, and then they’re kissing again, naked bodies rubbing together and he forgets all about Finn for the moment.
It’s probably a good thing.
000
“I’m home! Dad?” Kurt glances around, but the house seems deserted. He knows he’s probably in for it when his dad does come home, because…well, he kind of took the Navigator and drove someplace five hours away without asking, but that’s Finn problem to figure out, not his.
And speaking of Finn…he checks the entire house, but the other boy doesn’t seem to be around, so he drops his bag in his room and decides that it’s time to make up for the routines he missed yesterday.
Having an emotional breakdown is no excuse to let physical appearance go to pot, after all.
000
“I screwed up,” Finn groans, burying his head in his hands, and Sam sighs and flops back on the bed beside him. “And it sucks, man! It’s like, when it comes to Kurt, I can’t do anything right!”
“It was an accident,” Sam points out, rather rationally, but…
“Dude, I could have really hurt him! And I’ve hurt him enough,” he puts his hands over his eyes and groans loudly again, sighing when Sam pats his shoulder and urges him to sit up.
“Well, if you’re that worried about everything, you’ve just gotta make it up to him,” Sam props himself up on one elbow and looks down at Finn, scrutinizing him carefully. “I mean, I never saw the red dress, but I heard about it, and obviously the wedding was pretty awesome. You’re amazing at finding great apologies, Finn,” he smiles and Finn rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, but I shouldn’t be doing anything I need to apologize for!” he snaps and Sam looks thoughtful before he nods. “What? You think I need to do something like that again?”
“Not that, obviously. I think…the wedding worked well enough, but the truth is that you and I both know Kurt’s a very private person and making grand gestures in public would only embarrass him. It’s gotta be intimate and discreet. Something at home,” he stands up and starts to pace through the small room, hands clasped behind his back. “Like…you know his favourite foods and stuff, right? Go the clichéd route. I think he’d appreciate it more than you’d think,” Sam grins widely at him and Finn has to admit that he’s got a point.
But that still leaves one little problem…
“Um, dude, I can’t cook,” he says in a tiny voice and Sam stops walking and goes to sit beside him, nodding thoughtfully.
“Yeah, I really can’t, either, but you could ask Blaine for help, right? I mean, he wants you to patch things up?” the blonde asks carefully and Finn realizes that he’s right, and maybe Blaine’s the best person to ask anyway.
“I think he does,” Finn nods. “You’re right, man! That’s a pretty awesome idea,” he nudges Sam gently with his elbow and the other boy laughs and shoves him back.
“Thanks. Lemme know how it works, okay? Or I’m sure Kurt’ll tell me,” he adds, but Finn assures him that he’ll let him know and stands up, holding out his hand before deciding to just screw it and pull Sam into a hug.
They’ve gotten much more okay with physical affection since Finn found out the truth about Sam’s living conditions, and the other boy seems to really appreciate it.
“Good luck,” the blonde tells him as they part. “I just…I think the three of you can make it, y’know?”
“Yeah,” Finn smiles, because at this point he’s starting to believe that, too.
He just has to fix things with Kurt first.
000
“So you’ll help me?” Finn’s sitting on his front steps, noticing that Kurt’s at home and not wanting to go in without making sure Blaine will back him up when the time comes.
“I’ll talk you through everything,” Blaine promises. “I’m not the greatest chef myself, but I think I can do it without burning the house down.”
“Awesome,” Finn takes a deep breath. “Well, I’d better get in there. Just to…y’know…see if he’s talking to me…”
“Finn, you’ll be fine. Trust me,” Blaine chuckles and Finn has to admit that he feels better after the reassurance. “He’s not that angry with you.”
“You’re sure?”
“Completely,” Blaine certainly sounds sure of himself, so Finn sighs and nods, gripping the phone.
“Kay. I’ll talk to you later. I…ah…” he pauses, sudden butterflies flittering in his stomach, before swallowing his nerves and choking out, “Love you.”
And he’s not sure why he says it, only that he knows, in one way or another, that it’s true.
Blaine gasps a little and then laughs briefly before replying, “Love you too, Finn. Now, get in there.”
000
Kurt looks up when the door opens, knowing it’s Finn, and he’s still not sure if he wants to confront him. He knows that he’s forgiven him…that’s not the issue, it’s just…he doesn’t know what to say.
But he needs to make a move quickly, because he can hear Finn tromping up the stairs, and finally he turns from his vanity and swallows, smiling as Finn comes into the room and freezes.
“Um. Hey.”
“Why hello, Finn Hudson,” Kurt tries to not sound too breathy and wary, and Finn doesn’t move so Kurt closes the jar of cream he’d been applying and stands up, moving across the room and seeing Finn visibly flinch away from him, “Sweetie, it’s okay. I forgive you. I know you didn’t mean to hit me, it’s just…”
“My gangly arms again,” Finn stares at the carpet and Kurt moves closer and tips his chin up, making the other boy meet his eyes.
“I love your arms,” Kurt hates how whispery his voice is, how choked up he sounds, but Finn looks a little amazed so he decides to keep going, as sappy as this is going to be. He steps closer and Finn hugs him instinctively. “They’re so long. Nobody else can hold me like this, you know?”
“Yeah,” Finn buries his nose in Kurt’s hair and breathes deeply, Kurt relaxing in his embrace. “Kurt, I’m so…”
“Don’t. I know,” Kurt promises. “Come to bed.”
“Mom and Burt…”
“Not for that,” Kurt chuckles. “Just to cuddle.”
“Oh. Cool,” Finn’s rather willing as Kurt leads him across the room, laying down and snuggling close to Finn as Finn strokes gentle fingers through his hair. “I’m gonna make this up to you, Kurt. I promise.”
“You don’t have to, but I know better than to stop you,” Kurt smiles happily and closes his eyes, loving being close to Finn again.
He knows Finn will never intentionally hurt him, and it’s a nice thought.
And the fact that Finn’s going to do something special for him?
He’s rather looking forward to that, too.
Notes:
1. A suite is a piece that’s made up of several shorter pieces.
2. As you can see at the top, I now have an ending planned out for this story and right now it’s going to be probably two more chapters and then will be completed.
3. Thank you all so much for the continued support on this fic!! I’m glad you’re all enjoying it!!!
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt/Blaine
Chapter: 18/20-ish (a number!)
Word Count: 2310
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: Sequel to 'It All Started With A Question,' 'Lucky' and 'Feel This Good'. here.They're going to work through this. It may not always be easy, but they've got the whole summer to figure themselves out.
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. :)
Summer Harmony
Suite
“Finn,” Blaine replies coolly, shifting the phone with one hand while stroking Kurt’s shoulder with the other. “Why are you calling?”
“Kurt’s there,” Finn answers, his voice rough and hoarse like he’s been crying ever since Kurt left (and he might have been, Blaine reflects. It’s very possible). “He’s there and I…I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he was that close, I just…I lashed out and I didn’t mean to, and…”
“Finn, calm down,” Blaine urges, because the other boy sounds far too close to hyperventilating, and he doesn’t want that to happen. “Kurt’s fine. He’s here.”
“Yeah,” Kurt pipes up and Blaine hears Finn gasp before he says,
“Kurt, dude, I’m…”
“I know,” Kurt promises. “I’m not…I’m not mad at you, Finn. It hurt, yes, but I know you didn’t do it intentionally. I just…needed to get away. We’re okay.”
“No, we’re not,” Finn says instantly. “We’re not, and I just…I don’t know…Kurt,” he sounds broken and Kurt reaches to place his hand over Blaine’s on the phone, fingers tightening against the plastic case.
“I’m here, Finn,” Kurt promises, voice low and gentle and Blaine loves him so much, that even though he’s probably still frayed and terrified he can project so much reassurance. “It’s okay. Just please, don’t come after me or something ridiculous like that. I can’t see you right now,” Kurt sniffs and Finn sniffs and Blaine knows this is all going to dissolve in tears right away, so it would probably be best to end this conversation now.
“Look, Finn, we’ll call you in the morning, okay?” he says gently and hears a weak ‘yeah’ in return, before Finn says, just as quietly, “I love you, Kurt.”
“I know, Finn,” Kurt swallows and Blaine knows he can’t bring himself to return the sentiment, not right now, so he rubs the other boy’s shoulder as he clicks the ‘End’ button and the call disconnects.
“He’s being genuine, Kurt,” Blaine says, probably needlessly. He knows that Kurt can tell that much.
“I know,” Kurt assures him. “I just…need some time. With you,” his voice goes low and Blaine gasps as Kurt pushes him down and climbs on top of him.
“Are you sure…”
“Don’t deny me this,” Kurt leans in close, breath ghosting over his lips, and Blaine won’t.
He can’t.
“What do you want?” he whispers slowly, and Kurt’s grin turns feral.
“You’ve got a stash of toys. Surprise me.”
“Okay.”
000
“You’re sure about this?” Blaine holds up the toy and Kurt swallows, decidedly unsure, but he needs this. And he needs it with Blaine.
Finn…
No. He’s not thinking about Finn tonight.
“Yes. I’m sure,” Kurt leans back, taking a deep breath, and Blaine’s already two fingers deep so it’s a little hard to back out now. “Is that…”
“It’s…comparable. Somewhat. Obviously it’s more predictable than a person would be, but as for getting used to how it would feel…it does the trick,” he replies, curling his fingers a little as Kurt gasps and hangs onto him. “Quiet, remember?”
“I’m trying,” Kurt growls, because no, Blaine’s not supposed to have guests anyway in what’s essentially a dorm room provided by the park (at least he’s got his own washroom, though) and he’s certainly not supposed to be having sex with them.
“Good,” Blaine kisses him and slides a third finger in and Kurt moans quietly and squirms, because this is more than he’s ever had before and it’s weird. “Okay?”
“It doesn’t hurt,” Kurt wrinkles his nose and strokes a hand down Blaine’s back. “It’s just…”
“Weird. Yeah,” Blaine works his fingers for a few more moments before sliding them out and holding up the toy. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, Blaine,” Kurt rolls his eyes fondly and Blaine readies the vibrator before kissing him tenderly, hitching one of his legs up and sliding it in at the same time, and Kurt groans into his mouth even though he knows the toy’s significantly smaller than either Blaine or Finn would be.
It just feels…full. Like there’s something there that shouldn’t be, and he wiggles a little, trying to adjust. “Is this…”
“Can I turn it on?” Blaine whispers into his ear, breath hot and one hand trailing down Kurt’s chest to rest on his hip. “I’ll keep it low, but…”
“Yes, then,” Kurt licks his lips as Blaine turns the vibrator on, and he squeaks as the vibrations shoot through his body, mouth opening in a soundless cry as Blaine pulls him up, moving the vibrator slowly. “God, Blaine! That’s…”
“Good, right?” Blaine smirks and presses it in farther, the tip hitting Kurt’s prostate and sending a jolt through his entire body as his fingers clawed at Blaine’s back and his toes curled into the sheets. “Do I even need to touch you?”
“No…I don’t…” Kurt can feel his eyes rolling back as he shakes, feel his cock twitching but it’s almost like there’s too much sensation and he can’t…he’s…
“God, you should see yourself,” Blaine sounds awed, kissing him lightly. “You’re so beautiful, Kurt. You…”
Kurt presses back, his body freezing as he just comes, clutching Blaine so tightly it’s probably painful, and it almost hurts but it’s amazing, Blaine kissing his neck and cheeks and eyelids and keeping him there as he comes down, chest heaving, and he barely registers Blaine turning off the toy and sliding it out, the odd emptiness left behind, before he hears Blaine groan and blinks at him blearily, seeing him furiously working his hand over his cock and coming with a low moan as Kurt watches him, sighing a little when Blaine gets up with shaky legs and heads for the washroom.
He’s still drifting when he feels Blaine gently cleaning him off, and he willingly kisses the other boy when he climbs back into bed, Blaine’s mouth hot and slick. “I love you,” Blaine whispers as he pulls away, his eyes a little moist, and Kurt wakes up enough to cup his cheek.
“I love you too, Blaine Anderson. So much. Why’re you…”
“It’s Finn,” Blaine gasps. “I…I shared this with you, I know that…”
“Yes,” Kurt doesn’t feel like beating around the bush anymore, and he knows Blaine has known this since he proposed the idea. He loves Blaine, knows Blaine and he aren’t going to let go of each other anytime soon, but if he has to be honest with himself, Finn’s his first love.
He can’t give up the chance to let Finn be his first in that way, too.
If Blaine were a virgin it would be different, but as it stands…
But, of course, he has to forgive Finn first.
“If you want it to be us, it can be us,” he tries when Blaine really doesn’t look any happier, but the other boy just shakes his head and kisses Kurt gently.
“No. I always knew, just like I think you always knew. But…”
“You’ll be a part of it. I’m never leaving you out,” Kurt promises fiercely, and then they’re kissing again, naked bodies rubbing together and he forgets all about Finn for the moment.
It’s probably a good thing.
000
“I’m home! Dad?” Kurt glances around, but the house seems deserted. He knows he’s probably in for it when his dad does come home, because…well, he kind of took the Navigator and drove someplace five hours away without asking, but that’s Finn problem to figure out, not his.
And speaking of Finn…he checks the entire house, but the other boy doesn’t seem to be around, so he drops his bag in his room and decides that it’s time to make up for the routines he missed yesterday.
Having an emotional breakdown is no excuse to let physical appearance go to pot, after all.
000
“I screwed up,” Finn groans, burying his head in his hands, and Sam sighs and flops back on the bed beside him. “And it sucks, man! It’s like, when it comes to Kurt, I can’t do anything right!”
“It was an accident,” Sam points out, rather rationally, but…
“Dude, I could have really hurt him! And I’ve hurt him enough,” he puts his hands over his eyes and groans loudly again, sighing when Sam pats his shoulder and urges him to sit up.
“Well, if you’re that worried about everything, you’ve just gotta make it up to him,” Sam props himself up on one elbow and looks down at Finn, scrutinizing him carefully. “I mean, I never saw the red dress, but I heard about it, and obviously the wedding was pretty awesome. You’re amazing at finding great apologies, Finn,” he smiles and Finn rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, but I shouldn’t be doing anything I need to apologize for!” he snaps and Sam looks thoughtful before he nods. “What? You think I need to do something like that again?”
“Not that, obviously. I think…the wedding worked well enough, but the truth is that you and I both know Kurt’s a very private person and making grand gestures in public would only embarrass him. It’s gotta be intimate and discreet. Something at home,” he stands up and starts to pace through the small room, hands clasped behind his back. “Like…you know his favourite foods and stuff, right? Go the clichéd route. I think he’d appreciate it more than you’d think,” Sam grins widely at him and Finn has to admit that he’s got a point.
But that still leaves one little problem…
“Um, dude, I can’t cook,” he says in a tiny voice and Sam stops walking and goes to sit beside him, nodding thoughtfully.
“Yeah, I really can’t, either, but you could ask Blaine for help, right? I mean, he wants you to patch things up?” the blonde asks carefully and Finn realizes that he’s right, and maybe Blaine’s the best person to ask anyway.
“I think he does,” Finn nods. “You’re right, man! That’s a pretty awesome idea,” he nudges Sam gently with his elbow and the other boy laughs and shoves him back.
“Thanks. Lemme know how it works, okay? Or I’m sure Kurt’ll tell me,” he adds, but Finn assures him that he’ll let him know and stands up, holding out his hand before deciding to just screw it and pull Sam into a hug.
They’ve gotten much more okay with physical affection since Finn found out the truth about Sam’s living conditions, and the other boy seems to really appreciate it.
“Good luck,” the blonde tells him as they part. “I just…I think the three of you can make it, y’know?”
“Yeah,” Finn smiles, because at this point he’s starting to believe that, too.
He just has to fix things with Kurt first.
000
“So you’ll help me?” Finn’s sitting on his front steps, noticing that Kurt’s at home and not wanting to go in without making sure Blaine will back him up when the time comes.
“I’ll talk you through everything,” Blaine promises. “I’m not the greatest chef myself, but I think I can do it without burning the house down.”
“Awesome,” Finn takes a deep breath. “Well, I’d better get in there. Just to…y’know…see if he’s talking to me…”
“Finn, you’ll be fine. Trust me,” Blaine chuckles and Finn has to admit that he feels better after the reassurance. “He’s not that angry with you.”
“You’re sure?”
“Completely,” Blaine certainly sounds sure of himself, so Finn sighs and nods, gripping the phone.
“Kay. I’ll talk to you later. I…ah…” he pauses, sudden butterflies flittering in his stomach, before swallowing his nerves and choking out, “Love you.”
And he’s not sure why he says it, only that he knows, in one way or another, that it’s true.
Blaine gasps a little and then laughs briefly before replying, “Love you too, Finn. Now, get in there.”
000
Kurt looks up when the door opens, knowing it’s Finn, and he’s still not sure if he wants to confront him. He knows that he’s forgiven him…that’s not the issue, it’s just…he doesn’t know what to say.
But he needs to make a move quickly, because he can hear Finn tromping up the stairs, and finally he turns from his vanity and swallows, smiling as Finn comes into the room and freezes.
“Um. Hey.”
“Why hello, Finn Hudson,” Kurt tries to not sound too breathy and wary, and Finn doesn’t move so Kurt closes the jar of cream he’d been applying and stands up, moving across the room and seeing Finn visibly flinch away from him, “Sweetie, it’s okay. I forgive you. I know you didn’t mean to hit me, it’s just…”
“My gangly arms again,” Finn stares at the carpet and Kurt moves closer and tips his chin up, making the other boy meet his eyes.
“I love your arms,” Kurt hates how whispery his voice is, how choked up he sounds, but Finn looks a little amazed so he decides to keep going, as sappy as this is going to be. He steps closer and Finn hugs him instinctively. “They’re so long. Nobody else can hold me like this, you know?”
“Yeah,” Finn buries his nose in Kurt’s hair and breathes deeply, Kurt relaxing in his embrace. “Kurt, I’m so…”
“Don’t. I know,” Kurt promises. “Come to bed.”
“Mom and Burt…”
“Not for that,” Kurt chuckles. “Just to cuddle.”
“Oh. Cool,” Finn’s rather willing as Kurt leads him across the room, laying down and snuggling close to Finn as Finn strokes gentle fingers through his hair. “I’m gonna make this up to you, Kurt. I promise.”
“You don’t have to, but I know better than to stop you,” Kurt smiles happily and closes his eyes, loving being close to Finn again.
He knows Finn will never intentionally hurt him, and it’s a nice thought.
And the fact that Finn’s going to do something special for him?
He’s rather looking forward to that, too.
Notes:
1. A suite is a piece that’s made up of several shorter pieces.
2. As you can see at the top, I now have an ending planned out for this story and right now it’s going to be probably two more chapters and then will be completed.
3. Thank you all so much for the continued support on this fic!! I’m glad you’re all enjoying it!!!