Glee-Fic: Different, Chapter Four (Finn/Kurt)
Title: Different
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: PG-13 overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Chapter: 4/ 5 (?)
Word Count: 2343
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 Four
Finn woke up well before his alarm, wondering why, but his question was quickly answered when he realized there was a warm body far closer to him than it had been the night before. Kurt was curled into his chest, little wheezing noises escaping him with every breath, hair falling in his eyes as he slept.
Kurt, he thought absently, boldly tracing Kurt’s defined cheekbones and trailing fingers up to the tip of one slightly-pointed ear. He was so beautiful, almost ethereal, and he was in Finn’s bed.
Of course, his peaceful demeanour might change when he woke up and found out he was cuddling with another boy…and a gay boy, at that…but Finn wasn’t inclined to move either of them right now.
This felt…right.
He felt Kurt starting to stir and debated pulling away, but as soon as Kurt’s gorgeous eyes opened he felt himself caught, staring deep into them, green and bright in the morning sunshine. God, he was…
“Morning,” Kurt said softly, laying one hand on Finn’s chest and smiling at him and, Finn had to note with some pride, not freaking out at all. “Sleep okay?”
“Yeah,” Finn sighed, trying not to let Kurt see how comfortable he was with this. “We’ve still got some time before the alarm…I mean, you probably want to move, or I should move, but…”
“No,” Kurt shook his head and turned around, Finn’s arms instinctively wrapping around his waist as he bracketed the smaller boy from behind. “Mm.”
“You’re not…you’re okay with…”
“Finn, I don’t care that you’re gay,” Kurt promised, his hand laying over Finn’s softly and squeezing at his fingers. “Truly, it matters little to me. And after what Quinn did I doubt I’ll be dipping into the dating pool for a long while, but…this is nice. My father’s not one for physical affection. He’s loving and wonderful, but he’s an utter man and sometimes it’s nice to have…something else.”
And Finn wasn’t stupid, he knew Kurt was talking about a mother to hold him, and maybe Finn couldn’t be that for him, but…he could be something.
So he wrapped his arms around Kurt and held on tightly, feeling Kurt relax against him, and they lay there in silence for a while, Kurt’s slender fingers stroking his forearm as he idly moved them. “I’m not looking forward to Glee today,” Kurt said after a time, his voice low and rough, and Finn subconsciously shifted his groin away from Kurt’s backside, because that was getting into things he didn’t think either of them were prepared for.
“Quinn and Puck?”
“She’ll have told him. He’ll confront me. I don’t…” Kurt’s hand actually touched his and squeezed it, their fingers tangling together without Finn even meaning for them to. “What do I do, Finn?”
“Um…” Finn was finding it hard to think with Kurt’s fingers wrapped in his, but he forced his brain to look past that and come up with an answer. “I mean, you’ve gotta…figure out why he did it, right? Like…”
“There’s no excuse,” Kurt shook his head. “I don’t care if he was drunk. That’s not an excuse.”
“So you need to figure out if you can forgive him. I mean, you said that…you and Quinn really weren’t…maybe it’s better?” he tried, and he really was trying to make Kurt feel better and not trying to pull the ‘if you’re not with her you can be with me!’ card.
That wouldn’t be cool at all.
“Yeah. Maybe. It’ll take a while, though,” Kurt groaned as the alarm finally squealed and Finn reached to shut it off, laying back down as one hand migrated to Kurt’s stomach and pressed gently. “Mm.”
“I always set it early. We’ve got a few more minutes,” Finn had the sudden urge to kiss him. Somewhere. Anywhere. It really didn’t matter.
“Good,” Kurt turned around again and smiled, and God, Finn couldn’t hold it anymore and he found himself leaning in before he could help it, Kurt’s hand pressing against his chest bringing him back to reality. “Wait. Finn,” he still didn’t sound freaked out, but that was definitely a command to stop, so Finn did. “I’m not…just because I’m not going to date for a while, that doesn’t mean…”
“Sorry. God. I’m such an idiot,” Finn lowered his forehead against Kurt’s shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut. “I just…you and…I don’t…I like you, Kurt!”
“I’d suspected,” Kurt admitted, hands stroking gently through Finn’s hair. “And I’m not a sadist. I didn’t stay overnight in your bed just to make you…want something you can’t have. I really…I really appreciate what you’re doing for me, Finn. You’re my best friend…maybe my only friend…and I…I swear, if I were at all attracted to boys, I wouldn’t hesitate. It’s just…”
“You’re not…I get it,” Finn inhaled deeply, trying to imprint this moment on his memory forever, and Kurt pulled him closer. “I don’t think you’re trying to lead me on. I know you wouldn’t. I just…I really want to kiss you,” he whispered, almost horrified that the words were coming out of his mouth, but to his great surprise Kurt only chuckled into his hair.
“I suppose I can’t deny you that. You’ve let me stay the night, after all,” Kurt’s voice was fuzzy and Finn swore that he’d heard wrong as he pulled back and stared at him in shock.
“You…”
“Is this your first kiss?” Kurt asked gently, brushing Finn’s hair back and tilting his head to the side.
“Yeah. I…yeah,” Finn leaned in again but Kurt once again stopped him.
“Then let’s not here. Morning breath,” Kurt said with a wry quirk of his mouth. “Unless you really want to kiss me in bed…”
“Um…” Finn was going to ignore how hard he got from that simple statement, but Kurt seemed to guess it had affected him and he nodded.
“Wait here, then,” Kurt’s fingers trailed along his throat, little pinpricks of heat against his skin, and Finn shivered and closed his eyes as Kurt left, the bed feeling cold and empty without him.
He came back with a bottle of Listerine (really? Finn hadn’t even known that was in the washroom) and poured some into the lid before handing Finn the bottle and a paper cup (they had those in the bathroom too?) and Kurt held out the lid in a sort of salute as Finn laughed and raised the bottle, both of them drinking and spitting it back into the cups before Kurt took them both back to the washroom and came back, snuggling into Finn again.
“Okay,” Kurt let his hands rest on Finn’s shoulders, looking a little nervous, and he moved closer as Finn closed his eyes and felt Kurt’s lips press gently against his own.
He sighed, one hand moving to card through Kurt’s soft hair, and Kurt’s tongue darted out to lick at his lips and woah, Finn did not think this would go that far but he opened his mouth obligingly and moaned when Kurt deepened the kiss, little whines escaping his mouth and God, that was hot, but Kurt pulled back as soon as their tongues touched properly, eyes bright and cheeks flushed and hair mussed from Finn’s hand and…
Crap. Finn was completely head-over-heels for him. Maybe this kiss was a bad idea.
“Um…” he said eloquently and Kurt laughed airily and kissed him once more, barely a press of lips-to-lips before he moved back.
“Come on. We’ve got to get ready if we don’t want to be late…” his face fell as he stepped out of the bed and Finn scurried around to hug him, loving how easily Kurt molded against him.
“I’ll be there with you. We’ll face them together,” he promised, lips still tingling, and Kurt sniffed and squeezed him tighter.
This was officially the best day of Finn’s life.
000
“Don’t look at them,” he whispered into Kurt’s ear as they entered the choir room, and Kurt gave a sharp nod before taking his seat.
“Hey, Hummel,” Puck waved and Kurt tensed. “So, I was thinking after school…”
“I have nothing to say to you, Noah. And don’t pretend you don’t know why,” Kurt all but snarled and Finn kept a hand on his shoulder, feeling the other boy shaking under his touch.
“Hey, it was one time…”
“Which apparently was all it took,” Kurt snapped. “And I see you’re not denying it.”
“Dude, why would I? I’m not a liar…”
“Which is why you didn’t tell me in the first place, I’m sure.”
“Boys…” Quinn started and Kurt turned to her with a glare.
“Don’t, Quinn. You’re just as at fault here. You lied to me, thought I was ignorant enough to believe that I could get you pregnant through four layers of clothing. Sorry, but I thought you had a little more faith in my common sense than that,” he snarled and Finn patted his back as Kurt turned to smile at him.
“Oh, my God,” Quinn’s eyes widened.
“What?”
“You’re letting him touch you. He’s turned you!” she gasped, and Puck’s eyes narrowed. “I knew you’d been hanging out with him…it…lately, but…”
“Quinn, Finn’s a truer friend than you’ve ever been. At least he’s never lied to me about anything life-changing!” Kurt got to his feet, eyes blazing, and Finn didn’t have the heart to pull him back.
“Can’t you see he’s in love with you?” Puck exclaimed and Kurt turned to him coolly, nostrils flaring as he exhaled.
“Yes. I can see that. And he told me so. He didn’t lie. He could have, but he didn’t, and that more than anything shows me that I can trust him. But right now I can’t trust you. Or Quinn. And I can’t be around you,” he turned away, blinking, and Finn got up immediately and followed him out of the room, brushing by Mr. Schue as he came in and asked what was wrong, and Finn heard Rachel start to explain everything before they moved out of earshot.
000
“Leave me alone.”
“Kurt…”
“I said go,” Kurt yelled, blinking away tears and looking shocked for a moment that he’d just blown up like that, but Finn knew better than to take it personally.
Kurt was really hurting right now.
“Is your dad home?”
“No, he’s at the shop,” Kurt’s hands were clenched into fists and he visibly deflated, slumping against the lockers and closing his eyes. “Finn…”
“Let’s get you home,” Finn suggested gently, and Kurt nodded and took Finn’s hand when he offered it, although he staunchly refused to let Finn drive as they made their way across town.
Stumbling into the Hummel residence, Finn all but picked Kurt up and plopped him in his lap on the couch, Kurt idly toying with his hair as they sat there.
“Did you…” Finn swallowed, unsure if he wanted to ask this, but he had to know. “Did you mean what you said? About us being …friends?”
“Of course we are. You knew that,” Kurt tugged at his hair and Finn yelped. “Oh, that didn’t even hurt.”
“Fine,” he conceded with a shrug, staring up at Kurt with a smile. “You don’t have to forgive them.”
“I realize that. And I don’t know that I’ll be able to, at least for a while,” he admitted, and Finn rubbed his back.
“That’s okay. It’s your choice,” Finn pressed his nose against Kurt’s throat, not really thinking about it, and Kurt kept playing with his hair and gazing fondly at him. “Hey.”
“Yes?”
“Thanks. For the kiss.”
“Of course,” Kurt slid his arms around Finn’s neck hugged him gently. “I feel like you’re the only one I can trust anymore.”
“That’s not true. Everybody in the Club…on the football team…they love you, Kurt! They think you’re…”
“They love me because I win them games, Finn,” Kurt pointed out gently. “I could hardly call any of them ‘friends.’ Let’s face it, if I wasn’t the kicker, I’d be just another geek who’d get slushied and tossed into dumpsters. Trust me.”
“But you’re not…”
“And now you aren’t either,” Kurt gently pressed a slender finger to the tip of his nose. “Quarterback.”
Kurt was flirting, quite obviously, and Finn was a little confused: he’d just told him he wasn’t gay, but he did seem to enjoy the kiss, and he was lonely, and…
Finn decided to take a chance and tilted his head up, lips connecting with Kurt’s as Kurt gasped before gripping his hair and violently attacking his mouth, this time not holding back and Finn groaned and clutched at him. Kurt’s mouth was sweet and musky without the overpowering mint of the mouthwash, and it was about the best thing he’d ever tasted. He was intoxicating, hips thrusting gently and Finn was not ready for that but he didn’t think this would go anywhere quickly.
“Mm,” Kurt mumbled before pulling back with a gasp, his eyes wide and oh-so-blue, lips bright red as he panted. “Finn, I don’t…I’m not…what’s…”
“Yeah,” Finn sighed, deflating. Kurt wasn’t gay. He was lonely and hurt and he just needed somebody to be there, and right now Finn was that somebody. That was all.
Kurt curled up in his lap, fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt, and Finn pulled his head to rest on the taller boy’s shoulder and pressed his lips against Kurt’s hair. “I’m really sorry,” Kurt choked out, sounding close to tears again. “I don’t want to lead you on, and I don’t want to lose you…”
“Shh. You’re never going to lose me,” Finn vowed, lips brushing Kurt’s temple this time. “Never. I promise.”
“Thank you,” Kurt’s eyes slid closed and he sighed, looking perfectly happy in Finn’s arms.
Finn let his chin rest on Kurt’s head, gently-scented hair tickling his nose, and wondered where they would go from here.
Maybe nowhere, but he’d had his first (and second. And third) kiss from the boy he loved, so even if they never were anything more, he’d be happy with that.
He would.
Previous Chapter
Notes:
1. Yes, they’re finally getting somewhere!! I’m thinking one more chapter to wrap everything up, but we’ll see how that goes!!
2. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and let me know what you thought :D
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: PG-13 overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Chapter: 4/ 5 (?)
Word Count: 2343
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 Four
Finn woke up well before his alarm, wondering why, but his question was quickly answered when he realized there was a warm body far closer to him than it had been the night before. Kurt was curled into his chest, little wheezing noises escaping him with every breath, hair falling in his eyes as he slept.
Kurt, he thought absently, boldly tracing Kurt’s defined cheekbones and trailing fingers up to the tip of one slightly-pointed ear. He was so beautiful, almost ethereal, and he was in Finn’s bed.
Of course, his peaceful demeanour might change when he woke up and found out he was cuddling with another boy…and a gay boy, at that…but Finn wasn’t inclined to move either of them right now.
This felt…right.
He felt Kurt starting to stir and debated pulling away, but as soon as Kurt’s gorgeous eyes opened he felt himself caught, staring deep into them, green and bright in the morning sunshine. God, he was…
“Morning,” Kurt said softly, laying one hand on Finn’s chest and smiling at him and, Finn had to note with some pride, not freaking out at all. “Sleep okay?”
“Yeah,” Finn sighed, trying not to let Kurt see how comfortable he was with this. “We’ve still got some time before the alarm…I mean, you probably want to move, or I should move, but…”
“No,” Kurt shook his head and turned around, Finn’s arms instinctively wrapping around his waist as he bracketed the smaller boy from behind. “Mm.”
“You’re not…you’re okay with…”
“Finn, I don’t care that you’re gay,” Kurt promised, his hand laying over Finn’s softly and squeezing at his fingers. “Truly, it matters little to me. And after what Quinn did I doubt I’ll be dipping into the dating pool for a long while, but…this is nice. My father’s not one for physical affection. He’s loving and wonderful, but he’s an utter man and sometimes it’s nice to have…something else.”
And Finn wasn’t stupid, he knew Kurt was talking about a mother to hold him, and maybe Finn couldn’t be that for him, but…he could be something.
So he wrapped his arms around Kurt and held on tightly, feeling Kurt relax against him, and they lay there in silence for a while, Kurt’s slender fingers stroking his forearm as he idly moved them. “I’m not looking forward to Glee today,” Kurt said after a time, his voice low and rough, and Finn subconsciously shifted his groin away from Kurt’s backside, because that was getting into things he didn’t think either of them were prepared for.
“Quinn and Puck?”
“She’ll have told him. He’ll confront me. I don’t…” Kurt’s hand actually touched his and squeezed it, their fingers tangling together without Finn even meaning for them to. “What do I do, Finn?”
“Um…” Finn was finding it hard to think with Kurt’s fingers wrapped in his, but he forced his brain to look past that and come up with an answer. “I mean, you’ve gotta…figure out why he did it, right? Like…”
“There’s no excuse,” Kurt shook his head. “I don’t care if he was drunk. That’s not an excuse.”
“So you need to figure out if you can forgive him. I mean, you said that…you and Quinn really weren’t…maybe it’s better?” he tried, and he really was trying to make Kurt feel better and not trying to pull the ‘if you’re not with her you can be with me!’ card.
That wouldn’t be cool at all.
“Yeah. Maybe. It’ll take a while, though,” Kurt groaned as the alarm finally squealed and Finn reached to shut it off, laying back down as one hand migrated to Kurt’s stomach and pressed gently. “Mm.”
“I always set it early. We’ve got a few more minutes,” Finn had the sudden urge to kiss him. Somewhere. Anywhere. It really didn’t matter.
“Good,” Kurt turned around again and smiled, and God, Finn couldn’t hold it anymore and he found himself leaning in before he could help it, Kurt’s hand pressing against his chest bringing him back to reality. “Wait. Finn,” he still didn’t sound freaked out, but that was definitely a command to stop, so Finn did. “I’m not…just because I’m not going to date for a while, that doesn’t mean…”
“Sorry. God. I’m such an idiot,” Finn lowered his forehead against Kurt’s shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut. “I just…you and…I don’t…I like you, Kurt!”
“I’d suspected,” Kurt admitted, hands stroking gently through Finn’s hair. “And I’m not a sadist. I didn’t stay overnight in your bed just to make you…want something you can’t have. I really…I really appreciate what you’re doing for me, Finn. You’re my best friend…maybe my only friend…and I…I swear, if I were at all attracted to boys, I wouldn’t hesitate. It’s just…”
“You’re not…I get it,” Finn inhaled deeply, trying to imprint this moment on his memory forever, and Kurt pulled him closer. “I don’t think you’re trying to lead me on. I know you wouldn’t. I just…I really want to kiss you,” he whispered, almost horrified that the words were coming out of his mouth, but to his great surprise Kurt only chuckled into his hair.
“I suppose I can’t deny you that. You’ve let me stay the night, after all,” Kurt’s voice was fuzzy and Finn swore that he’d heard wrong as he pulled back and stared at him in shock.
“You…”
“Is this your first kiss?” Kurt asked gently, brushing Finn’s hair back and tilting his head to the side.
“Yeah. I…yeah,” Finn leaned in again but Kurt once again stopped him.
“Then let’s not here. Morning breath,” Kurt said with a wry quirk of his mouth. “Unless you really want to kiss me in bed…”
“Um…” Finn was going to ignore how hard he got from that simple statement, but Kurt seemed to guess it had affected him and he nodded.
“Wait here, then,” Kurt’s fingers trailed along his throat, little pinpricks of heat against his skin, and Finn shivered and closed his eyes as Kurt left, the bed feeling cold and empty without him.
He came back with a bottle of Listerine (really? Finn hadn’t even known that was in the washroom) and poured some into the lid before handing Finn the bottle and a paper cup (they had those in the bathroom too?) and Kurt held out the lid in a sort of salute as Finn laughed and raised the bottle, both of them drinking and spitting it back into the cups before Kurt took them both back to the washroom and came back, snuggling into Finn again.
“Okay,” Kurt let his hands rest on Finn’s shoulders, looking a little nervous, and he moved closer as Finn closed his eyes and felt Kurt’s lips press gently against his own.
He sighed, one hand moving to card through Kurt’s soft hair, and Kurt’s tongue darted out to lick at his lips and woah, Finn did not think this would go that far but he opened his mouth obligingly and moaned when Kurt deepened the kiss, little whines escaping his mouth and God, that was hot, but Kurt pulled back as soon as their tongues touched properly, eyes bright and cheeks flushed and hair mussed from Finn’s hand and…
Crap. Finn was completely head-over-heels for him. Maybe this kiss was a bad idea.
“Um…” he said eloquently and Kurt laughed airily and kissed him once more, barely a press of lips-to-lips before he moved back.
“Come on. We’ve got to get ready if we don’t want to be late…” his face fell as he stepped out of the bed and Finn scurried around to hug him, loving how easily Kurt molded against him.
“I’ll be there with you. We’ll face them together,” he promised, lips still tingling, and Kurt sniffed and squeezed him tighter.
This was officially the best day of Finn’s life.
000
“Don’t look at them,” he whispered into Kurt’s ear as they entered the choir room, and Kurt gave a sharp nod before taking his seat.
“Hey, Hummel,” Puck waved and Kurt tensed. “So, I was thinking after school…”
“I have nothing to say to you, Noah. And don’t pretend you don’t know why,” Kurt all but snarled and Finn kept a hand on his shoulder, feeling the other boy shaking under his touch.
“Hey, it was one time…”
“Which apparently was all it took,” Kurt snapped. “And I see you’re not denying it.”
“Dude, why would I? I’m not a liar…”
“Which is why you didn’t tell me in the first place, I’m sure.”
“Boys…” Quinn started and Kurt turned to her with a glare.
“Don’t, Quinn. You’re just as at fault here. You lied to me, thought I was ignorant enough to believe that I could get you pregnant through four layers of clothing. Sorry, but I thought you had a little more faith in my common sense than that,” he snarled and Finn patted his back as Kurt turned to smile at him.
“Oh, my God,” Quinn’s eyes widened.
“What?”
“You’re letting him touch you. He’s turned you!” she gasped, and Puck’s eyes narrowed. “I knew you’d been hanging out with him…it…lately, but…”
“Quinn, Finn’s a truer friend than you’ve ever been. At least he’s never lied to me about anything life-changing!” Kurt got to his feet, eyes blazing, and Finn didn’t have the heart to pull him back.
“Can’t you see he’s in love with you?” Puck exclaimed and Kurt turned to him coolly, nostrils flaring as he exhaled.
“Yes. I can see that. And he told me so. He didn’t lie. He could have, but he didn’t, and that more than anything shows me that I can trust him. But right now I can’t trust you. Or Quinn. And I can’t be around you,” he turned away, blinking, and Finn got up immediately and followed him out of the room, brushing by Mr. Schue as he came in and asked what was wrong, and Finn heard Rachel start to explain everything before they moved out of earshot.
000
“Leave me alone.”
“Kurt…”
“I said go,” Kurt yelled, blinking away tears and looking shocked for a moment that he’d just blown up like that, but Finn knew better than to take it personally.
Kurt was really hurting right now.
“Is your dad home?”
“No, he’s at the shop,” Kurt’s hands were clenched into fists and he visibly deflated, slumping against the lockers and closing his eyes. “Finn…”
“Let’s get you home,” Finn suggested gently, and Kurt nodded and took Finn’s hand when he offered it, although he staunchly refused to let Finn drive as they made their way across town.
Stumbling into the Hummel residence, Finn all but picked Kurt up and plopped him in his lap on the couch, Kurt idly toying with his hair as they sat there.
“Did you…” Finn swallowed, unsure if he wanted to ask this, but he had to know. “Did you mean what you said? About us being …friends?”
“Of course we are. You knew that,” Kurt tugged at his hair and Finn yelped. “Oh, that didn’t even hurt.”
“Fine,” he conceded with a shrug, staring up at Kurt with a smile. “You don’t have to forgive them.”
“I realize that. And I don’t know that I’ll be able to, at least for a while,” he admitted, and Finn rubbed his back.
“That’s okay. It’s your choice,” Finn pressed his nose against Kurt’s throat, not really thinking about it, and Kurt kept playing with his hair and gazing fondly at him. “Hey.”
“Yes?”
“Thanks. For the kiss.”
“Of course,” Kurt slid his arms around Finn’s neck hugged him gently. “I feel like you’re the only one I can trust anymore.”
“That’s not true. Everybody in the Club…on the football team…they love you, Kurt! They think you’re…”
“They love me because I win them games, Finn,” Kurt pointed out gently. “I could hardly call any of them ‘friends.’ Let’s face it, if I wasn’t the kicker, I’d be just another geek who’d get slushied and tossed into dumpsters. Trust me.”
“But you’re not…”
“And now you aren’t either,” Kurt gently pressed a slender finger to the tip of his nose. “Quarterback.”
Kurt was flirting, quite obviously, and Finn was a little confused: he’d just told him he wasn’t gay, but he did seem to enjoy the kiss, and he was lonely, and…
Finn decided to take a chance and tilted his head up, lips connecting with Kurt’s as Kurt gasped before gripping his hair and violently attacking his mouth, this time not holding back and Finn groaned and clutched at him. Kurt’s mouth was sweet and musky without the overpowering mint of the mouthwash, and it was about the best thing he’d ever tasted. He was intoxicating, hips thrusting gently and Finn was not ready for that but he didn’t think this would go anywhere quickly.
“Mm,” Kurt mumbled before pulling back with a gasp, his eyes wide and oh-so-blue, lips bright red as he panted. “Finn, I don’t…I’m not…what’s…”
“Yeah,” Finn sighed, deflating. Kurt wasn’t gay. He was lonely and hurt and he just needed somebody to be there, and right now Finn was that somebody. That was all.
Kurt curled up in his lap, fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt, and Finn pulled his head to rest on the taller boy’s shoulder and pressed his lips against Kurt’s hair. “I’m really sorry,” Kurt choked out, sounding close to tears again. “I don’t want to lead you on, and I don’t want to lose you…”
“Shh. You’re never going to lose me,” Finn vowed, lips brushing Kurt’s temple this time. “Never. I promise.”
“Thank you,” Kurt’s eyes slid closed and he sighed, looking perfectly happy in Finn’s arms.
Finn let his chin rest on Kurt’s head, gently-scented hair tickling his nose, and wondered where they would go from here.
Maybe nowhere, but he’d had his first (and second. And third) kiss from the boy he loved, so even if they never were anything more, he’d be happy with that.
He would.
Previous Chapter
Notes:
1. Yes, they’re finally getting somewhere!! I’m thinking one more chapter to wrap everything up, but we’ll see how that goes!!
2. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and let me know what you thought :D