Fic: Filius Lunae, Chapter Five (Finn/Kurt)
Title: Filius Lunae
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt, eventually
Chapter: 5/?
Word Count: 2074
Spoilers: Everything to the end of season one
Summary: There's a reason why Finn Hudson doesn't want to move in with the Hummels. And you'd be surprised at how little it actually has to do with Kurt. Werewolf!Finn fic
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. :)
Filius Lunae
XXV.
The study session is…nice. They don’t really touch, Kurt reaching past every once in a while to write something in his textbook, but it’s familiar and Finn feels himself relaxing just by being near him.
He still feels horrible about what he did to Kurt and wants to make up for it, but the need to kiss him really hasn’t gone away and, from what he can remember, it wasn’t horrible.
Even though Kurt didn’t respond at all. And Finn should really not be okay with this.
But for some reason he’s starting to be. He just feels so…calm around Kurt, like he belongs there, and while he’s kinda freaking out on the inside when he thinks about it too hard it just feels…really good when he’s with Kurt.
They study for a while longer, Kurt eventually leaving to brush his teeth and do his nightly routine, and Finn hesitates for the briefest of moments before changing into his pyjamas and crawling into Kurt’s bed, nose buried in his pillow.
It’s only been a few days, but he’s missed it.
Kurt comes out and makes a tiny gasp of surprise, Finn expecting him to kick him out, but Kurt simply pulls back the blankets and climbs in, accepting the hug that Finn gives him and folding comfortably against him.
“I need you,” Finn whispers, the words feeling pathetic even as they slip out of his mouth.
“I know,” Kurt replies, kissing his forehead, his cheek and then he frames Finn’s face with his soft hands and smiles at him. “I know, and I forgive you. I know you’re dealing with a lot.”
“Yeah,” Finn admits, and they’re so close: he could kiss Kurt again if he wants to, but he won’t, because Kurt needs to make the move this time, even if his body is bowstring-tight in anticipation as he strengthens his hold around Kurt’s hips.
“I…” Kurt shakes his head. “I can’t. I’m sorry. I’m still…”
“I totally screwed up,” Finn groans and closes his eyes. “I’m sorry. I…”
“We’ll work on it,” Kurt swears, taking his chin firmly and leaning into press his lips to Finn’s oh-so-gently, not even really able to be called a kiss but Finn sighs and allows him to draw away.
He never would have thought he would be the one chasing Kurt.
But he figures that it’s going to be this way, and he’d just better get used to it.
XXVI.
Finn’s glad school’s over for the summer. He’s looking forward to lazy days, ice cold lemonade, ice cream, laying on the grass and watching the stars come out…and building the shed.
Which they’ve started.
He stands up and wipes his brow, wondering if it’s normal for him to feel so little when he’s working on what essentially will become his prison, but he guesses that it’s only for one night a month and otherwise they’ll just store some random garden equipment in there.
“What about soundproofing?” Burt asks him and Finn shakes his head, crossing his arms and feeling a bead of sweat slide down his neck and over his collarbone.
“It’d be nice, but…yeah. I can get pretty loud,” he admits rather sheepishly and he hears a cough behind him, turning to see Kurt with a tray of drinks, and he takes one gratefully and empties the glass in a couple of large gulps, throat working as the…he thinks it’s iced tea, he’s too thirsty to care…slides down, and when he looks back at Kurt the other boy has a blush on his face that has nothing to do with the heat.
“Did you even taste that?” Kurt asks, trying to put on a front of sarcasm to cover how affected he is, and Finn smiles and reaches to ruffle his hair before drawing back.
“Who cares? It was good,” Finn winks and is rather glad Burt’s moved to the other side of the shed as he reaches to cup Kurt’s cheek and rubs his thumb along the smaller boy’s cheekbone. “Thanks.”
“Y-yeah,” Kurt stammers, reaching to grip Finn’s hand to his face for the briefest of moments before he’s scurrying off to hand off a drink to his father.
Kurt’s going to come around. He knows it.
XXVII.
“Kurt! Kurt Kurt Kurt!”
“What?” Kurt looks up irritably, because Finn’s being loud, and the other boy rushes down the stairs and shoves a page in his face, Kurt recognizing it a second later as final exam results. His eyes skim the page and he breaks out into a smile as Finn stands there bouncing.
“I couldn’t have done it without you, dude!” he exclaims and Kurt throws his arms around Finn without thinking, the other boy accepting the hug and squeezing him tightly in return. “95 on my Spanish final! 90-freaking-5!”
“I’m so proud of you!” Kurt laughs and holds Finn close, nose pushed into his shirt as Finn strokes his back. “But regardless, you don’t happen to have my results, do you?”
“Yeah,” Finn passes over another page. “Straight A’s, dude, but that’s normal, right?”
“It is, but I’ve been…a tad more stressed lately,” Kurt admits, creasing the page before opening it again and looking over his marks. “Still, I’m hardly displeased with this.”
“Awesome,” Finn flops back on his bed and Kurt joins him after a moment, their elbows touching. “So,” he clears his throat and Kurt looks at him expectantly. “Burt thinks the shed’ll be done in about a week or so, so just in time for the next full moon.”
“That’s good,” Kurt says absently, fingering the fabric of Finn’s shirt without really thinking about it. “I mean, of course I hate the thought of you having to spend the night there, but…”
“The Wolf’s dangerous, Kurt,” Finn’s voice is sober and Kurt sighs, because he knows it’s true. “I mean, I may think you’re part of my pack now, but who knows if I’ll feel the same way when I’m fully transformed? If I could stay with you…if you could make me safe…that’d be awesome, but…I don’t want to ever take that chance that I might attack you. I couldn’t…I couldn’t live with myself it I…”
“I know, Finn,” Kurt promises, rolling onto his side and into Finn’s arms. “I know. You won’t.”
“Okay,” Finn looks less than hopeful but Kurt pecks his lips before pulling away, standing and brandishing the two report cards. “Now, let’s show these to dad and Carole.”
“Awesome.”
XXVIII.
“There, kiddo. Your new home,” Burt opens the door to the shed with a smile and Finn peers inside, the plain room staring back at him and reminding him that, yes, this is where he’s going to be spending the night once a month.
It looks lonely.
“You sure I can’t get you a mattress? Anything?” Burt questions and Finn shakes his head, leaning against the doorframe.
“Nah, it doesn’t pay. I’d just rip it up. I can sleep on the ground, Burt,” he assures the older man with a smile, walking in and sitting down in the middle of the floor. There aren’t any windows, either, for fear of either Finn breaking them or some curious neighbor sneaking into the backyard to see what the noise was about.
They’d soundproofed it as best they could, yes, but there would inevitably be noise.
There’s no way around that.
Finn just hopes it won’t be too bad.
“It’s…very homey,” Kurt pokes his head in as well, walking the perimeter with a sad smile on his face, and Finn knows he still feels bad even though there’s absolutely nothing anybody can do.
It’s his burden, and he’s got to bear it.
“C’mere,” Finn pulls the smaller boy down into his lap, nose pressed against the back of his neck as he breathes deeply. He knows Burt’s still watching. He just doesn’t care.
“It’s only one night,” Kurt murmurs, stroking Finn’s hands with his slender fingers, and Finn squeezes him tighter and keeps inhaling, wanting to store the scent of him for the darkest times of the night when he doesn’t feel human anymore, doesn’t think he’ll even change back even though he knows it doesn’t work like that.
Maybe if even a part of Kurt’s with him, he can get through this okay.
XXIX.
“You need to stop doing that in front of Dad,” Kurt tells him later, sniffing, because while he’d loved being in Finn’s arms his father was regarding both of them very suspiciously and he doesn’t want it to cause any trouble.
His father can not know that they’ve kissed. He may trust Finn with Kurt’s safety, but it would take a long time for him to trust Finn with Kurt’s heart after his comments, even if most of them had been because of the Wolf.
“Sorry. I couldn’t help it, just…being in there and knowing…” Finn shivers, knees drawn up to his chest as Kurt goes over and runs a hand through his hair.
“I know, Finn,” he promises, leaning down to kiss the other boy’s forehead. “I do. And I know it’s…difficult for you to control these urges, but you have to around him. He can’t…”
“Sorry,” Finn pulls Kurt close again, too close, breathing the same air and Kurt sighs and has the sudden urge to lean closer.
Last time Finn was completely in control, but this time he’s got it, and he can Finn if he wants to. Finn will probably like it if he does.
He…
He’s leaning down before he can stop it, knowing this isn’t going to be the chaste pecks he’s been giving the other boy to work up to this, and Finn surges up and presses their lips together, soft and gentle as Finn’s hands frame his hips and his own arms drape lazily around the other boy’s neck.
“Wait,” Finn pulls away briefly, staring into Kurt’s eyes. “This is…you’re sure? I don’t…”
“I’m sure, Finn. Please,” Kurt leans in again, almost surprised at how sure he is, and Finn groans against his lips and opens his mouth, Kurt reciprocating the action and moaning when Finn’s tongue gently nudges against his, so tender and hesitant and Kurt appreciates it more than he can say.
Finn draws back after a few moments, pulling Kurt in so his chin is over the other boy’s shoulder, and just holds him there.
God, Kurt’s in love. He’s never really fallen out of it.
And as he tightens his arms around Finn and holds him a little tighter, he thinks that for the first time he’s glad his crush hasn’t waned.
XXX.
Finn seems quiet that night, almost reflective, as he lets his hand slide under Kurt’s shirt and thumbs along the curve of his hip, fingers whisper-light against his skin. It makes him shiver in the best possible way, Finn’s eyes gleaming faintly yellow in the darkness as he smiles and repeats the gesture.
“So,” Kurt sighs happily and Finn stops, looking expectant. “Full Moon’s in a couple of days…”
“Yeah,” Finn’s face falls immediately and he looks away, biting his lip as Kurt moves to stroke his hair gently. “I don’t…I know I have to, but I won’t want to.”
“Shh, it’s for the best,” Kurt soothes him. “If I could stay with you I would, but even though the Wolf seems to approve of me I don’t know if he would when you weren’t in control anymore.”
“He really likes you,” Finn shrugs, narrowing his eyes a little as he tugs Kurt closer. “Like, really likes you. I guess I’m glad it’s you and not, like, Puck or somebody.”
“Probably a good thing,” Kurt replies softly but inside he feels his heart break a little.
Finn doesn’t want him.
The Wolf does.
Finn doesn’t care who the Wolf wants so long as he can quell the urges inside of him.
He could be anybody.
And yes, that hurts a little.
“Hey, I’m glad it’s you,” he cups Kurt’s cheek and smiles, somehow reading his mind even though normally Finn’s not that perceptive. “I like you, Kurt. You’re awesome. And I think…this is okay,” he leans in and Kurt opens his mouth obligingly for a quick but rather deep kiss. “I’m not…gay but this is okay.”
“Good,” Kurt sighs in relief. “That’s…good.”
“Yeah,” Finn tightens his hold again and Kurt relaxes, closing his eyes and finding sleep remarkably easy to come by with Finn’s taste still on his tongue.
Chapter Six
Notes:
1. Not much to say other than that I’m glad people are enjoying the fic, and the wonderful a-darkness-comes-at-dawn on tumblr made me the banner/pic for it, even though Kurt’s never really met wolf!Finn.
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt, eventually
Chapter: 5/?
Word Count: 2074
Spoilers: Everything to the end of season one
Summary: There's a reason why Finn Hudson doesn't want to move in with the Hummels. And you'd be surprised at how little it actually has to do with Kurt. Werewolf!Finn fic
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. :)
Filius Lunae
XXV.
The study session is…nice. They don’t really touch, Kurt reaching past every once in a while to write something in his textbook, but it’s familiar and Finn feels himself relaxing just by being near him.
He still feels horrible about what he did to Kurt and wants to make up for it, but the need to kiss him really hasn’t gone away and, from what he can remember, it wasn’t horrible.
Even though Kurt didn’t respond at all. And Finn should really not be okay with this.
But for some reason he’s starting to be. He just feels so…calm around Kurt, like he belongs there, and while he’s kinda freaking out on the inside when he thinks about it too hard it just feels…really good when he’s with Kurt.
They study for a while longer, Kurt eventually leaving to brush his teeth and do his nightly routine, and Finn hesitates for the briefest of moments before changing into his pyjamas and crawling into Kurt’s bed, nose buried in his pillow.
It’s only been a few days, but he’s missed it.
Kurt comes out and makes a tiny gasp of surprise, Finn expecting him to kick him out, but Kurt simply pulls back the blankets and climbs in, accepting the hug that Finn gives him and folding comfortably against him.
“I need you,” Finn whispers, the words feeling pathetic even as they slip out of his mouth.
“I know,” Kurt replies, kissing his forehead, his cheek and then he frames Finn’s face with his soft hands and smiles at him. “I know, and I forgive you. I know you’re dealing with a lot.”
“Yeah,” Finn admits, and they’re so close: he could kiss Kurt again if he wants to, but he won’t, because Kurt needs to make the move this time, even if his body is bowstring-tight in anticipation as he strengthens his hold around Kurt’s hips.
“I…” Kurt shakes his head. “I can’t. I’m sorry. I’m still…”
“I totally screwed up,” Finn groans and closes his eyes. “I’m sorry. I…”
“We’ll work on it,” Kurt swears, taking his chin firmly and leaning into press his lips to Finn’s oh-so-gently, not even really able to be called a kiss but Finn sighs and allows him to draw away.
He never would have thought he would be the one chasing Kurt.
But he figures that it’s going to be this way, and he’d just better get used to it.
XXVI.
Finn’s glad school’s over for the summer. He’s looking forward to lazy days, ice cold lemonade, ice cream, laying on the grass and watching the stars come out…and building the shed.
Which they’ve started.
He stands up and wipes his brow, wondering if it’s normal for him to feel so little when he’s working on what essentially will become his prison, but he guesses that it’s only for one night a month and otherwise they’ll just store some random garden equipment in there.
“What about soundproofing?” Burt asks him and Finn shakes his head, crossing his arms and feeling a bead of sweat slide down his neck and over his collarbone.
“It’d be nice, but…yeah. I can get pretty loud,” he admits rather sheepishly and he hears a cough behind him, turning to see Kurt with a tray of drinks, and he takes one gratefully and empties the glass in a couple of large gulps, throat working as the…he thinks it’s iced tea, he’s too thirsty to care…slides down, and when he looks back at Kurt the other boy has a blush on his face that has nothing to do with the heat.
“Did you even taste that?” Kurt asks, trying to put on a front of sarcasm to cover how affected he is, and Finn smiles and reaches to ruffle his hair before drawing back.
“Who cares? It was good,” Finn winks and is rather glad Burt’s moved to the other side of the shed as he reaches to cup Kurt’s cheek and rubs his thumb along the smaller boy’s cheekbone. “Thanks.”
“Y-yeah,” Kurt stammers, reaching to grip Finn’s hand to his face for the briefest of moments before he’s scurrying off to hand off a drink to his father.
Kurt’s going to come around. He knows it.
XXVII.
“Kurt! Kurt Kurt Kurt!”
“What?” Kurt looks up irritably, because Finn’s being loud, and the other boy rushes down the stairs and shoves a page in his face, Kurt recognizing it a second later as final exam results. His eyes skim the page and he breaks out into a smile as Finn stands there bouncing.
“I couldn’t have done it without you, dude!” he exclaims and Kurt throws his arms around Finn without thinking, the other boy accepting the hug and squeezing him tightly in return. “95 on my Spanish final! 90-freaking-5!”
“I’m so proud of you!” Kurt laughs and holds Finn close, nose pushed into his shirt as Finn strokes his back. “But regardless, you don’t happen to have my results, do you?”
“Yeah,” Finn passes over another page. “Straight A’s, dude, but that’s normal, right?”
“It is, but I’ve been…a tad more stressed lately,” Kurt admits, creasing the page before opening it again and looking over his marks. “Still, I’m hardly displeased with this.”
“Awesome,” Finn flops back on his bed and Kurt joins him after a moment, their elbows touching. “So,” he clears his throat and Kurt looks at him expectantly. “Burt thinks the shed’ll be done in about a week or so, so just in time for the next full moon.”
“That’s good,” Kurt says absently, fingering the fabric of Finn’s shirt without really thinking about it. “I mean, of course I hate the thought of you having to spend the night there, but…”
“The Wolf’s dangerous, Kurt,” Finn’s voice is sober and Kurt sighs, because he knows it’s true. “I mean, I may think you’re part of my pack now, but who knows if I’ll feel the same way when I’m fully transformed? If I could stay with you…if you could make me safe…that’d be awesome, but…I don’t want to ever take that chance that I might attack you. I couldn’t…I couldn’t live with myself it I…”
“I know, Finn,” Kurt promises, rolling onto his side and into Finn’s arms. “I know. You won’t.”
“Okay,” Finn looks less than hopeful but Kurt pecks his lips before pulling away, standing and brandishing the two report cards. “Now, let’s show these to dad and Carole.”
“Awesome.”
XXVIII.
“There, kiddo. Your new home,” Burt opens the door to the shed with a smile and Finn peers inside, the plain room staring back at him and reminding him that, yes, this is where he’s going to be spending the night once a month.
It looks lonely.
“You sure I can’t get you a mattress? Anything?” Burt questions and Finn shakes his head, leaning against the doorframe.
“Nah, it doesn’t pay. I’d just rip it up. I can sleep on the ground, Burt,” he assures the older man with a smile, walking in and sitting down in the middle of the floor. There aren’t any windows, either, for fear of either Finn breaking them or some curious neighbor sneaking into the backyard to see what the noise was about.
They’d soundproofed it as best they could, yes, but there would inevitably be noise.
There’s no way around that.
Finn just hopes it won’t be too bad.
“It’s…very homey,” Kurt pokes his head in as well, walking the perimeter with a sad smile on his face, and Finn knows he still feels bad even though there’s absolutely nothing anybody can do.
It’s his burden, and he’s got to bear it.
“C’mere,” Finn pulls the smaller boy down into his lap, nose pressed against the back of his neck as he breathes deeply. He knows Burt’s still watching. He just doesn’t care.
“It’s only one night,” Kurt murmurs, stroking Finn’s hands with his slender fingers, and Finn squeezes him tighter and keeps inhaling, wanting to store the scent of him for the darkest times of the night when he doesn’t feel human anymore, doesn’t think he’ll even change back even though he knows it doesn’t work like that.
Maybe if even a part of Kurt’s with him, he can get through this okay.
XXIX.
“You need to stop doing that in front of Dad,” Kurt tells him later, sniffing, because while he’d loved being in Finn’s arms his father was regarding both of them very suspiciously and he doesn’t want it to cause any trouble.
His father can not know that they’ve kissed. He may trust Finn with Kurt’s safety, but it would take a long time for him to trust Finn with Kurt’s heart after his comments, even if most of them had been because of the Wolf.
“Sorry. I couldn’t help it, just…being in there and knowing…” Finn shivers, knees drawn up to his chest as Kurt goes over and runs a hand through his hair.
“I know, Finn,” he promises, leaning down to kiss the other boy’s forehead. “I do. And I know it’s…difficult for you to control these urges, but you have to around him. He can’t…”
“Sorry,” Finn pulls Kurt close again, too close, breathing the same air and Kurt sighs and has the sudden urge to lean closer.
Last time Finn was completely in control, but this time he’s got it, and he can Finn if he wants to. Finn will probably like it if he does.
He…
He’s leaning down before he can stop it, knowing this isn’t going to be the chaste pecks he’s been giving the other boy to work up to this, and Finn surges up and presses their lips together, soft and gentle as Finn’s hands frame his hips and his own arms drape lazily around the other boy’s neck.
“Wait,” Finn pulls away briefly, staring into Kurt’s eyes. “This is…you’re sure? I don’t…”
“I’m sure, Finn. Please,” Kurt leans in again, almost surprised at how sure he is, and Finn groans against his lips and opens his mouth, Kurt reciprocating the action and moaning when Finn’s tongue gently nudges against his, so tender and hesitant and Kurt appreciates it more than he can say.
Finn draws back after a few moments, pulling Kurt in so his chin is over the other boy’s shoulder, and just holds him there.
God, Kurt’s in love. He’s never really fallen out of it.
And as he tightens his arms around Finn and holds him a little tighter, he thinks that for the first time he’s glad his crush hasn’t waned.
XXX.
Finn seems quiet that night, almost reflective, as he lets his hand slide under Kurt’s shirt and thumbs along the curve of his hip, fingers whisper-light against his skin. It makes him shiver in the best possible way, Finn’s eyes gleaming faintly yellow in the darkness as he smiles and repeats the gesture.
“So,” Kurt sighs happily and Finn stops, looking expectant. “Full Moon’s in a couple of days…”
“Yeah,” Finn’s face falls immediately and he looks away, biting his lip as Kurt moves to stroke his hair gently. “I don’t…I know I have to, but I won’t want to.”
“Shh, it’s for the best,” Kurt soothes him. “If I could stay with you I would, but even though the Wolf seems to approve of me I don’t know if he would when you weren’t in control anymore.”
“He really likes you,” Finn shrugs, narrowing his eyes a little as he tugs Kurt closer. “Like, really likes you. I guess I’m glad it’s you and not, like, Puck or somebody.”
“Probably a good thing,” Kurt replies softly but inside he feels his heart break a little.
Finn doesn’t want him.
The Wolf does.
Finn doesn’t care who the Wolf wants so long as he can quell the urges inside of him.
He could be anybody.
And yes, that hurts a little.
“Hey, I’m glad it’s you,” he cups Kurt’s cheek and smiles, somehow reading his mind even though normally Finn’s not that perceptive. “I like you, Kurt. You’re awesome. And I think…this is okay,” he leans in and Kurt opens his mouth obligingly for a quick but rather deep kiss. “I’m not…gay but this is okay.”
“Good,” Kurt sighs in relief. “That’s…good.”
“Yeah,” Finn tightens his hold again and Kurt relaxes, closing his eyes and finding sleep remarkably easy to come by with Finn’s taste still on his tongue.
Chapter Six
Notes:
1. Not much to say other than that I’m glad people are enjoying the fic, and the wonderful a-darkness-comes-at-dawn on tumblr made me the banner/pic for it, even though Kurt’s never really met wolf!Finn.