Glee-Fic: Caligo Nox Noctis, Chapter Seventeen (Finn/Kurt)
Title: Caligo Nox Noctis
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: 17/?
Word Count: 3054
Spoilers: Let’s say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: (Vampire!Kurt, so completely AU) The good news about all of this is that there’s a cure. The bad news, of course, is what the cure actually is.
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. :)
Caligo Nox Noctis
Chapter Seventeen
“Thank you for letting me stay for the weekend, Mr. Hummel. I know it’s an imposition,” Blaine’s hands are clasped and he looks properly apologetic but Kurt’s dad just waves it off.
“Nah, it’s no big deal. You’re a good kid,” he decides, soon turning his attention to Kurt. “So I guess this means Finn will be bunking with you again? No air mattress necessary?” his eyes narrow and Kurt swallows heavily.
“Dad, we don’t do anything,” he protests, even though it sounds flat to his own ears.
“It’s bad when I’d rather have you sleep in a bed with an openly gay kid than with your stepbrother, isn’t it?” his dad sighs before shrugging. “Well, alright. I told Finn I trusted him and I do, and I know you’ve got to do this even if I think it’s weird.”
“Thanks, dad,” Kurt smiles and his dad reaches to ruffle his hair. “Hey!”
“Oh, you can handle it,” he smiles at his son. “I’ve gotta run to the shop for a few hours but there’s pizza and stuff in the fridge if you boys get hungry. Where’s Finn?”
“Video games,” they both say at the same time.
“Of course. Tell him to eat when he gets home, okay?”
“Yeah. I’ll do that,” Kurt waits until his dad leaves before groaning exasperatedly. “He doesn’t let up. About anything. And especially not since Finn and I…well, you know.”
“He’s your father, Kurt,” Blaine walks down the hall to drop his overnight bag in Finn’s bedroom, Kurt trailing along behind him through the house. “It’s kind of in his job description.”
“What would yours say?” Kurt asks, a little cruelly, but Blaine just gives him a rather level look in return.
“My dad would hope that if I got bitten by a vampire the person to cure me would be a girl and, in curing me of my vampirism, she’d also cure me of my gayness,” he says, his tone undeniably bitter, and Kurt steps closer and wraps his arms around the other boy.
“Sorry. That was mean.”
“I know your dad can get on your nerves sometimes, Kurt, and I know I’d probably feel the same way, but…right now? If I had a dad that was willing to discuss gay sex with me I’d feel like the luckiest kid in the world,” Blaine admits.
“God, I didn’t…”
“No, it’s fine. I’m a little over-emotional at the moment,” Blaine moves away and sits down on the bed, running his fingers through his hair and messing it up slightly. “Just…”
“Derek,” Kurt supplies, sitting down beside him. “He hasn’t done anything since he threatened you, has he?”
“No, thankfully. I don’t know if he’s frantically searching for you or if he thinks that I have no further information to give him, but for some reason I have the feeling I’m not done with him yet.”
“I’m sorry. Again,” Kurt apologizes and drops his head into his hands. “I don’t…sometimes I just say these things, and it’s like…”
“The vampire?”
“Maybe,” Kurt admits with a shrug. “Maybe I’m just far more bitter than I realize.”
“You’re not bitter, Kurt,” Blaine nudges him playfully. “And if you were, you’d at least have a decent excuse.”
“Still doesn’t excuse my actions,” Kurt shakes his head and wraps an arm around Blaine when he leans closer to the taller boy. “And I should definitely be nicer to you after what you went through this week. I just…I don’t want you going back there, Blaine.”
“I have to. I ran away once, Kurt; I’m not doing it again,” he vows, reaching for Kurt’s hand and tightening his fingers around it. “I’m going to face this one head-on, and besides: you need somebody there who can track his movements.”
“It’s dangerous…”
“Of course it is. But you’re worth it, and that’s all that matters,” Blaine stays pressed against him for another moment before he hops to his feet, heading toward the door. “Now, how about that pizza? The two hour drive’s given me quite an appetite.”
“If we must,” Kurt heaves a long-suffering sigh at the thought of greasy pizza and hopes fervently that Carole might have picked him up a healthier alternative.
Although, with Finn as a son, she probably gave up on healthy alternatives a long time ago.
000
“So Burt’s okay with this?”
“He’d rather have me sleep with Blaine than you, if that helps,” Kurt smiles into the darkness, Finn’s arms warm around his waist.
“I dunno if I’d be cool with that,” Finn admits after a second.
“I promised him we wouldn’t do anything,” Kurt replies, sighing and pushing back farther into Finn’s warmth. He wonders if, when this is all over, he can convince Finn to keep sleeping with him.
He thinks he’s going to miss it if he doesn’t.
“Fine,” Finn groans quietly and slides his hands up Kurt’s chest, fingers splayed against his pale skin and it feels amazing. “This doesn’t count, right?”
“We’ll say it doesn’t,” Kurt agrees as he reaches to clasp Finn’s hand, holding it over his heart.
For a few minutes the only sound is the room is the even puffs of them breathing, at least until Kurt clears his throat.
“New moon next Wednesday.”
“Worst night of the month,” Finn decides immediately.
“Because you can’t sleep with me?”
“Mm.”
“We’re having one of those ‘serious conversations in bed’ things again, aren’t we?” Kurt turns around to face Finn and tucks his head under the taller teen’s chin.
“No better time, right?” Finn’s stroking his back, now, and Kurt really doesn’t want him to stop.
“You’re so tactile,” he murmurs into Finn’s shoulder, tongue darting out to lick at the skin, and Finn laughs softly.
“You think I have any idea what that means?”
“You love touching me. Or, you seem to, at any rate,” Kurt shifts so their chests are pressed against each other.
“Dude, do you blame me? Think about who my girlfriends were and tell me you think either of them would have let me touch their backs or their chests or anything other than their faces, really,” Finn sighs mournfully. “This is new, that’s all.”
“Oh,” Kurt’s a little disappointed, but he knows that above everything Finn’s just a horny teenaged boy and he can’t really expect too much.
“Hey, I never said I didn’t like it!” he protests. “Your skin is really smooth and you smell amazing, so it’s cool.”
“Cool,” Kurt repeats as Finn keeps stroking his skin, hands sliding down to frame Kurt’s hips and slipping under the waistband of his pyjama pants. “Finn?”
“Is this okay?”
“I don’t mind,” Kurt shakes his head. “I just…kind of want to keep my promise tonight. I have a feeling Dad’s going to spy on us at some point and if we’re fooling around he’ll probably never let us sleep together again.”
“Mm, true,” Finn keeps his hands where they are and just rubs his thumbs over Kurt’s hipbones, and for whatever reason the action feels very possessive. “Can we kiss, though?”
“I think he’d be okay with that,” Kurt admits, and then they’re kissing and he can tell that Finn’s still trying to let go of everything and just put it all into the kiss but he opens his eyes and notices that Finn’s still looking like he’s concentrating on it, eyes scrunched closed and looking a little in pain, and Kurt pulls back after a moment. “Okay, this isn’t working.”
“What?”
“You’re trying too hard. You’re still thinking about everything and whether this makes you gay and it’s painful to watch,” Kurt mutters, trying to extricate himself from Finn’s grasp and failing miserably.
“Um…hate to break it to you, dude, but people always tell me I look like I’m in pain when I kiss,” Finn shrugs and Kurt has to blink at him for a few moments because how does that even make sense?
“You’re the most popular guy in the school, every girl wants to be with you, and you look like that when you kiss them?”
“Yeah?” Finn looks unsure and Kurt laughs and moves closer again.
“Okay. I don’t feel nearly so bad, now. But really, we have to work on that,” Kurt tells him seriously.
“Can we start now?”
“Yeah,” Kurt kisses him again, hands coming up to cup Finn’s jaw as he gently rubs his fingers along the other boy’s face to get him to relax. It seems to work at least a little; Finn looks a little more open and comfortable, and Kurt figures it’s just a matter of time. “That’s better.”
“Really?”
“Well, a little,” Kurt concedes with a sigh. “Kissing isn’t painful, Finn, and if anybody has a right to be scared of it it’s me, but…” he shrugs.
“I get that,” Finn nods. “You’re just the first person to call me out on it, that’s all,” he shrugs.
“Because I thought it was a reaction to you kissing a boy. Blaine, at least, does not look like he’d rather be somewhere else when he kisses me,” Kurt means for it to be teasing but Finn’s eyes darken and he knows he’s said something wrong. “Finn?”
“You still want him,” Finn says quietly, looking away.
“I…”
“Blaine. Do you?”
“Yes, in a way,” Kurt figures it’s best not to lie about this. “I know you’ve said you want us to be together once this is all said and done, but part of me still thinks you’re only saying it now because you’re obligated to me, and the second you’re free you’ll run off to Rachel or Quinn again.”
“I told you…”
“I know you did, Finn. I know. But can you honestly blame me for not entirely be…”
Finn cuts him off with a desperate kiss that feels far more natural than anything they’ve shared thus far, and Kurt grips a hand in his hair and opens his mouth, kissing back with all he’s worth because if he’s being completely honest he doesn’t want Finn to ever leave him. “I love you,” Finn says between kisses. “So much. You mean more to me than I could have ever imagined.”
“I know,” Kurt thinks they’re both probably going to start sobbing soon and he’d rather avoid that so he slows down the kisses until they’re lazy and disjointed, pressing his lips to the corner of Finn’s mouth and lingering there for a second before pulling away.
“I just don’t know what else I can do,” Finn admits, sounding defeated, and Kurt hugs him tightly and pulls his forehead down to rest on Kurt’s shoulder. “Why can’t we beat this stupid thing?”
“We will. You’re so close, Finn; I know you are. We’ll beat this somehow,” Kurt promises, resting his cheek against Finn’s hair. “I guess I should have a little more faith in you, huh?”
“That’d be nice,” Finn agrees. “Oh, but was that a better kiss?”
“That was an amazing kiss,” Kurt says honestly. “Thank you.”
“It felt better,” the taller boy admits. “I didn’t feel like I was trying so hard.”
“You didn’t look like it, either,” Kurt teases gently, sliding his hands down Finn’s chest before wrapping them around the other boy again and gently rubbing his back. “Can we sleep, now? It’s been a long week and I think I’ll be waking up late tomorrow. You’ve probably got another video game marathon or something to go to, right?”
“Um, yeah,” Finn laughs sheepishly. “Every Saturday, dude, you know that.”
“Don’t wake me up. Take Blaine with you if you want,” Kurt instructs, burrowing farther into the pillow and letting Finn’s warmth surround him as he closes his eyes. He falls asleep quickly enough that he doesn’t hear Finn’s response to that, if there even was one.
000
“He told me I look in pain whenever I kiss people,” Finn scrunches up his face as he tries to figure out how to avoid being killed, because Blaine’s freakishly good at video games, but after a moment he gives up and just lets the other boy do him in. “I suck at this.”
“You don’t suck at it, Finn,” Artie takes the controller and faces the screen. “You’re just distracted, and we all know it’s hard for you to focus on more than one thing at once.”
“Har-har,” Finn laughs sarcastically before falling back against the couch.
“And it’s true. What Kurt said,” Puck’s on his phone texting somebody and Finn really hopes it isn’t about this conversation. “I mean, I’ve seen you kiss Berry and Quinn and stuff and you always look like it’s hurting you.”
“I’m so blessed to have such wonderful friends!” Finn waves his arms rather dramatically and nearly clips Sam in the head, causing the other boy to elbow him in the side.
“You know, if this was last year, Kurt would tell you that the reason you look like that is because you’ve been kissing girls,” Artie points out, and Finn has to chuckle at that. Yes, he’d heard the whole ‘why is she giving you trouble? It’s because she’s a girl,’ speech many times out of Kurt, and Finn may be kinda dumb sometimes but he thinks a brick wall would have clued into the fact that Kurt’s statement had an unspoken ‘and not me’ tacked onto the end of it.
“Well, he said I was getting better…”
“Dude, do not need to hear the details about your kissing practice,” Puck snorts. “Is he good, though?”
“Yes,” both Finn and Blaine answer before looking sideways at each other and then abruptly looking away.
“Okay. Touchy subject,” Sam decides, leaning forward and grabbing a handful of Doritos from the bowl. “What?” he asks when Finn raises an eyebrow at him. “I’ll just work them off later. Besides, it’s not like I’ve got anybody to impress at the moment; I’m not gonna take Quinn back after what she tried to pull and Santana’s obviously got the hots for Brittany anyway.”
“Now that’d be something to watch,” Puck decides before noticing Artie glaring at him. “Sorry, bro. It’s true.”
“True or not, Brittany’s my girlfriend,” Artie replies snappishly before turning his attention back to the game.
“Wow. Are things always this dramatic around here?” Blaine looks from one to the other and, from the blank stares he’s probably getting, Finn figures that he’s gotten his answer. “It’s so much simpler at Dalton: no girls, after all, so most of the relationship drama is avoided. And even though there’s a few boys around there that I’m betting will come out as soon as they set foot into a college, right now Kurt and I are…were,” he corrects himself, “about the only openly gay students there.”
“The drama’s half the fun, man,” Puck grins at the room at large.
“Anyway, Sam, I thought you wanted us to be as close as Santana and Brittany? Remember that?” Artie asks with a bit of a smile, and Sam turns beet red and looks away.
“He did what?” Mike asks from the other side of the couch. “Sam, is there something you’re not telling us?”
“I didn’t know then! But then I saw them, like, talking and crying in the hallway and I kinda got the point. You’re telling me you all knew?” he looks around the room at large and gets a bunch of shrugs in return.
“That they’ve been fooling around for years? Of course. We never thought it would turn into anything more, but apparently Santana’s just realizing her feelings,” Mike replies. “Ask anyone at the school.”
“Thanks for informing me guys. Really,” Sam’s voice is suitably sarcastic but he doesn’t sound all that mad, and Finn thinks that Sam’s not really right for Santana anyway.
“Well, now you know,” Artie goes back to the game and he and Blaine are pretty evenly matched as far as these things go, so Finn watches them disinterestedly for a while. Eventually they both give up their controllers and Sam asks if he can talk to Finn and Blaine in the kitchen, so they both glance at each other curiously before following him in.
000
“So, my question is, have you ever thought about transferring?” Sam asks. He’s explained to Blaine that he was there when Kurt had his episode in the bathroom and had overheard the conversation, and Blaine assumes that he knows Finn would know by virtue of Kurt telling Finn nearly everything.
“Thought about it?” Blaine shrugs and stuffs his hands in his pockets, thinking. “Maybe a bit, but it’s not feasible at this point. I just talked to Kurt about this and I told him that I’m not running away from Dalton, especially not now. I need to be there to keep an eye on this guy.”
“But if it gets too dangerous…”
“Look, Sam, you’re a good guy and I appreciate your concern, but right now I have to stay where I am,” Blaine gives him an apologetic smile. “I’m sure I would love it at McKinley, although from what I’ve been hearing it might be quite the shock, but until we can be sure Kurt’s not in danger anymore I’d feel better staying at Dalton.”
“Plus if Blaine sticks around this guy’s probably gonna think that everything’s okay and that Blaine and Kurt aren’t really that close,” Finn adds. “It’s probably only a matter of time until he figures out where Kurt is, or at least that he’s in Lima. We’ll need to be given a heads-up if he does.”
“And that’s what I’m there for,” Blaine nods his head. “So far all Derek’s got going for him is hypothetical. He’s never seen Kurt in my room or really seen us together outside of school events so our hope is that he’ll leave me alone if we make it seem like I don’t have anything to do with him.”
“Okay,” Sam nods after a moment. “Just…I wanted you to know that we all really like you, Blaine, and if you come to McKinley you’ll already have friends.”
“I appreciate that. Thank you,” Blaine smiles at him before Puck yells at them to bring more drinks and Finn goes digging through the fridge looking for some. He passes them over to the other boys and they all head back into the living room.
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1. I…really have nothing to say this time around (surprise, surprise), other than that it’s Tuesday and there’s no Glee so I’d thought I’d give you all an update (I know it doesn’t really make up for it, but it’s the thought that counts?) :)
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: 17/?
Word Count: 3054
Spoilers: Let’s say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: (Vampire!Kurt, so completely AU) The good news about all of this is that there’s a cure. The bad news, of course, is what the cure actually is.
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. :)
Caligo Nox Noctis
Chapter Seventeen
“Thank you for letting me stay for the weekend, Mr. Hummel. I know it’s an imposition,” Blaine’s hands are clasped and he looks properly apologetic but Kurt’s dad just waves it off.
“Nah, it’s no big deal. You’re a good kid,” he decides, soon turning his attention to Kurt. “So I guess this means Finn will be bunking with you again? No air mattress necessary?” his eyes narrow and Kurt swallows heavily.
“Dad, we don’t do anything,” he protests, even though it sounds flat to his own ears.
“It’s bad when I’d rather have you sleep in a bed with an openly gay kid than with your stepbrother, isn’t it?” his dad sighs before shrugging. “Well, alright. I told Finn I trusted him and I do, and I know you’ve got to do this even if I think it’s weird.”
“Thanks, dad,” Kurt smiles and his dad reaches to ruffle his hair. “Hey!”
“Oh, you can handle it,” he smiles at his son. “I’ve gotta run to the shop for a few hours but there’s pizza and stuff in the fridge if you boys get hungry. Where’s Finn?”
“Video games,” they both say at the same time.
“Of course. Tell him to eat when he gets home, okay?”
“Yeah. I’ll do that,” Kurt waits until his dad leaves before groaning exasperatedly. “He doesn’t let up. About anything. And especially not since Finn and I…well, you know.”
“He’s your father, Kurt,” Blaine walks down the hall to drop his overnight bag in Finn’s bedroom, Kurt trailing along behind him through the house. “It’s kind of in his job description.”
“What would yours say?” Kurt asks, a little cruelly, but Blaine just gives him a rather level look in return.
“My dad would hope that if I got bitten by a vampire the person to cure me would be a girl and, in curing me of my vampirism, she’d also cure me of my gayness,” he says, his tone undeniably bitter, and Kurt steps closer and wraps his arms around the other boy.
“Sorry. That was mean.”
“I know your dad can get on your nerves sometimes, Kurt, and I know I’d probably feel the same way, but…right now? If I had a dad that was willing to discuss gay sex with me I’d feel like the luckiest kid in the world,” Blaine admits.
“God, I didn’t…”
“No, it’s fine. I’m a little over-emotional at the moment,” Blaine moves away and sits down on the bed, running his fingers through his hair and messing it up slightly. “Just…”
“Derek,” Kurt supplies, sitting down beside him. “He hasn’t done anything since he threatened you, has he?”
“No, thankfully. I don’t know if he’s frantically searching for you or if he thinks that I have no further information to give him, but for some reason I have the feeling I’m not done with him yet.”
“I’m sorry. Again,” Kurt apologizes and drops his head into his hands. “I don’t…sometimes I just say these things, and it’s like…”
“The vampire?”
“Maybe,” Kurt admits with a shrug. “Maybe I’m just far more bitter than I realize.”
“You’re not bitter, Kurt,” Blaine nudges him playfully. “And if you were, you’d at least have a decent excuse.”
“Still doesn’t excuse my actions,” Kurt shakes his head and wraps an arm around Blaine when he leans closer to the taller boy. “And I should definitely be nicer to you after what you went through this week. I just…I don’t want you going back there, Blaine.”
“I have to. I ran away once, Kurt; I’m not doing it again,” he vows, reaching for Kurt’s hand and tightening his fingers around it. “I’m going to face this one head-on, and besides: you need somebody there who can track his movements.”
“It’s dangerous…”
“Of course it is. But you’re worth it, and that’s all that matters,” Blaine stays pressed against him for another moment before he hops to his feet, heading toward the door. “Now, how about that pizza? The two hour drive’s given me quite an appetite.”
“If we must,” Kurt heaves a long-suffering sigh at the thought of greasy pizza and hopes fervently that Carole might have picked him up a healthier alternative.
Although, with Finn as a son, she probably gave up on healthy alternatives a long time ago.
000
“So Burt’s okay with this?”
“He’d rather have me sleep with Blaine than you, if that helps,” Kurt smiles into the darkness, Finn’s arms warm around his waist.
“I dunno if I’d be cool with that,” Finn admits after a second.
“I promised him we wouldn’t do anything,” Kurt replies, sighing and pushing back farther into Finn’s warmth. He wonders if, when this is all over, he can convince Finn to keep sleeping with him.
He thinks he’s going to miss it if he doesn’t.
“Fine,” Finn groans quietly and slides his hands up Kurt’s chest, fingers splayed against his pale skin and it feels amazing. “This doesn’t count, right?”
“We’ll say it doesn’t,” Kurt agrees as he reaches to clasp Finn’s hand, holding it over his heart.
For a few minutes the only sound is the room is the even puffs of them breathing, at least until Kurt clears his throat.
“New moon next Wednesday.”
“Worst night of the month,” Finn decides immediately.
“Because you can’t sleep with me?”
“Mm.”
“We’re having one of those ‘serious conversations in bed’ things again, aren’t we?” Kurt turns around to face Finn and tucks his head under the taller teen’s chin.
“No better time, right?” Finn’s stroking his back, now, and Kurt really doesn’t want him to stop.
“You’re so tactile,” he murmurs into Finn’s shoulder, tongue darting out to lick at the skin, and Finn laughs softly.
“You think I have any idea what that means?”
“You love touching me. Or, you seem to, at any rate,” Kurt shifts so their chests are pressed against each other.
“Dude, do you blame me? Think about who my girlfriends were and tell me you think either of them would have let me touch their backs or their chests or anything other than their faces, really,” Finn sighs mournfully. “This is new, that’s all.”
“Oh,” Kurt’s a little disappointed, but he knows that above everything Finn’s just a horny teenaged boy and he can’t really expect too much.
“Hey, I never said I didn’t like it!” he protests. “Your skin is really smooth and you smell amazing, so it’s cool.”
“Cool,” Kurt repeats as Finn keeps stroking his skin, hands sliding down to frame Kurt’s hips and slipping under the waistband of his pyjama pants. “Finn?”
“Is this okay?”
“I don’t mind,” Kurt shakes his head. “I just…kind of want to keep my promise tonight. I have a feeling Dad’s going to spy on us at some point and if we’re fooling around he’ll probably never let us sleep together again.”
“Mm, true,” Finn keeps his hands where they are and just rubs his thumbs over Kurt’s hipbones, and for whatever reason the action feels very possessive. “Can we kiss, though?”
“I think he’d be okay with that,” Kurt admits, and then they’re kissing and he can tell that Finn’s still trying to let go of everything and just put it all into the kiss but he opens his eyes and notices that Finn’s still looking like he’s concentrating on it, eyes scrunched closed and looking a little in pain, and Kurt pulls back after a moment. “Okay, this isn’t working.”
“What?”
“You’re trying too hard. You’re still thinking about everything and whether this makes you gay and it’s painful to watch,” Kurt mutters, trying to extricate himself from Finn’s grasp and failing miserably.
“Um…hate to break it to you, dude, but people always tell me I look like I’m in pain when I kiss,” Finn shrugs and Kurt has to blink at him for a few moments because how does that even make sense?
“You’re the most popular guy in the school, every girl wants to be with you, and you look like that when you kiss them?”
“Yeah?” Finn looks unsure and Kurt laughs and moves closer again.
“Okay. I don’t feel nearly so bad, now. But really, we have to work on that,” Kurt tells him seriously.
“Can we start now?”
“Yeah,” Kurt kisses him again, hands coming up to cup Finn’s jaw as he gently rubs his fingers along the other boy’s face to get him to relax. It seems to work at least a little; Finn looks a little more open and comfortable, and Kurt figures it’s just a matter of time. “That’s better.”
“Really?”
“Well, a little,” Kurt concedes with a sigh. “Kissing isn’t painful, Finn, and if anybody has a right to be scared of it it’s me, but…” he shrugs.
“I get that,” Finn nods. “You’re just the first person to call me out on it, that’s all,” he shrugs.
“Because I thought it was a reaction to you kissing a boy. Blaine, at least, does not look like he’d rather be somewhere else when he kisses me,” Kurt means for it to be teasing but Finn’s eyes darken and he knows he’s said something wrong. “Finn?”
“You still want him,” Finn says quietly, looking away.
“I…”
“Blaine. Do you?”
“Yes, in a way,” Kurt figures it’s best not to lie about this. “I know you’ve said you want us to be together once this is all said and done, but part of me still thinks you’re only saying it now because you’re obligated to me, and the second you’re free you’ll run off to Rachel or Quinn again.”
“I told you…”
“I know you did, Finn. I know. But can you honestly blame me for not entirely be…”
Finn cuts him off with a desperate kiss that feels far more natural than anything they’ve shared thus far, and Kurt grips a hand in his hair and opens his mouth, kissing back with all he’s worth because if he’s being completely honest he doesn’t want Finn to ever leave him. “I love you,” Finn says between kisses. “So much. You mean more to me than I could have ever imagined.”
“I know,” Kurt thinks they’re both probably going to start sobbing soon and he’d rather avoid that so he slows down the kisses until they’re lazy and disjointed, pressing his lips to the corner of Finn’s mouth and lingering there for a second before pulling away.
“I just don’t know what else I can do,” Finn admits, sounding defeated, and Kurt hugs him tightly and pulls his forehead down to rest on Kurt’s shoulder. “Why can’t we beat this stupid thing?”
“We will. You’re so close, Finn; I know you are. We’ll beat this somehow,” Kurt promises, resting his cheek against Finn’s hair. “I guess I should have a little more faith in you, huh?”
“That’d be nice,” Finn agrees. “Oh, but was that a better kiss?”
“That was an amazing kiss,” Kurt says honestly. “Thank you.”
“It felt better,” the taller boy admits. “I didn’t feel like I was trying so hard.”
“You didn’t look like it, either,” Kurt teases gently, sliding his hands down Finn’s chest before wrapping them around the other boy again and gently rubbing his back. “Can we sleep, now? It’s been a long week and I think I’ll be waking up late tomorrow. You’ve probably got another video game marathon or something to go to, right?”
“Um, yeah,” Finn laughs sheepishly. “Every Saturday, dude, you know that.”
“Don’t wake me up. Take Blaine with you if you want,” Kurt instructs, burrowing farther into the pillow and letting Finn’s warmth surround him as he closes his eyes. He falls asleep quickly enough that he doesn’t hear Finn’s response to that, if there even was one.
000
“He told me I look in pain whenever I kiss people,” Finn scrunches up his face as he tries to figure out how to avoid being killed, because Blaine’s freakishly good at video games, but after a moment he gives up and just lets the other boy do him in. “I suck at this.”
“You don’t suck at it, Finn,” Artie takes the controller and faces the screen. “You’re just distracted, and we all know it’s hard for you to focus on more than one thing at once.”
“Har-har,” Finn laughs sarcastically before falling back against the couch.
“And it’s true. What Kurt said,” Puck’s on his phone texting somebody and Finn really hopes it isn’t about this conversation. “I mean, I’ve seen you kiss Berry and Quinn and stuff and you always look like it’s hurting you.”
“I’m so blessed to have such wonderful friends!” Finn waves his arms rather dramatically and nearly clips Sam in the head, causing the other boy to elbow him in the side.
“You know, if this was last year, Kurt would tell you that the reason you look like that is because you’ve been kissing girls,” Artie points out, and Finn has to chuckle at that. Yes, he’d heard the whole ‘why is she giving you trouble? It’s because she’s a girl,’ speech many times out of Kurt, and Finn may be kinda dumb sometimes but he thinks a brick wall would have clued into the fact that Kurt’s statement had an unspoken ‘and not me’ tacked onto the end of it.
“Well, he said I was getting better…”
“Dude, do not need to hear the details about your kissing practice,” Puck snorts. “Is he good, though?”
“Yes,” both Finn and Blaine answer before looking sideways at each other and then abruptly looking away.
“Okay. Touchy subject,” Sam decides, leaning forward and grabbing a handful of Doritos from the bowl. “What?” he asks when Finn raises an eyebrow at him. “I’ll just work them off later. Besides, it’s not like I’ve got anybody to impress at the moment; I’m not gonna take Quinn back after what she tried to pull and Santana’s obviously got the hots for Brittany anyway.”
“Now that’d be something to watch,” Puck decides before noticing Artie glaring at him. “Sorry, bro. It’s true.”
“True or not, Brittany’s my girlfriend,” Artie replies snappishly before turning his attention back to the game.
“Wow. Are things always this dramatic around here?” Blaine looks from one to the other and, from the blank stares he’s probably getting, Finn figures that he’s gotten his answer. “It’s so much simpler at Dalton: no girls, after all, so most of the relationship drama is avoided. And even though there’s a few boys around there that I’m betting will come out as soon as they set foot into a college, right now Kurt and I are…were,” he corrects himself, “about the only openly gay students there.”
“The drama’s half the fun, man,” Puck grins at the room at large.
“Anyway, Sam, I thought you wanted us to be as close as Santana and Brittany? Remember that?” Artie asks with a bit of a smile, and Sam turns beet red and looks away.
“He did what?” Mike asks from the other side of the couch. “Sam, is there something you’re not telling us?”
“I didn’t know then! But then I saw them, like, talking and crying in the hallway and I kinda got the point. You’re telling me you all knew?” he looks around the room at large and gets a bunch of shrugs in return.
“That they’ve been fooling around for years? Of course. We never thought it would turn into anything more, but apparently Santana’s just realizing her feelings,” Mike replies. “Ask anyone at the school.”
“Thanks for informing me guys. Really,” Sam’s voice is suitably sarcastic but he doesn’t sound all that mad, and Finn thinks that Sam’s not really right for Santana anyway.
“Well, now you know,” Artie goes back to the game and he and Blaine are pretty evenly matched as far as these things go, so Finn watches them disinterestedly for a while. Eventually they both give up their controllers and Sam asks if he can talk to Finn and Blaine in the kitchen, so they both glance at each other curiously before following him in.
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“So, my question is, have you ever thought about transferring?” Sam asks. He’s explained to Blaine that he was there when Kurt had his episode in the bathroom and had overheard the conversation, and Blaine assumes that he knows Finn would know by virtue of Kurt telling Finn nearly everything.
“Thought about it?” Blaine shrugs and stuffs his hands in his pockets, thinking. “Maybe a bit, but it’s not feasible at this point. I just talked to Kurt about this and I told him that I’m not running away from Dalton, especially not now. I need to be there to keep an eye on this guy.”
“But if it gets too dangerous…”
“Look, Sam, you’re a good guy and I appreciate your concern, but right now I have to stay where I am,” Blaine gives him an apologetic smile. “I’m sure I would love it at McKinley, although from what I’ve been hearing it might be quite the shock, but until we can be sure Kurt’s not in danger anymore I’d feel better staying at Dalton.”
“Plus if Blaine sticks around this guy’s probably gonna think that everything’s okay and that Blaine and Kurt aren’t really that close,” Finn adds. “It’s probably only a matter of time until he figures out where Kurt is, or at least that he’s in Lima. We’ll need to be given a heads-up if he does.”
“And that’s what I’m there for,” Blaine nods his head. “So far all Derek’s got going for him is hypothetical. He’s never seen Kurt in my room or really seen us together outside of school events so our hope is that he’ll leave me alone if we make it seem like I don’t have anything to do with him.”
“Okay,” Sam nods after a moment. “Just…I wanted you to know that we all really like you, Blaine, and if you come to McKinley you’ll already have friends.”
“I appreciate that. Thank you,” Blaine smiles at him before Puck yells at them to bring more drinks and Finn goes digging through the fridge looking for some. He passes them over to the other boys and they all head back into the living room.
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1. I…really have nothing to say this time around (surprise, surprise), other than that it’s Tuesday and there’s no Glee so I’d thought I’d give you all an update (I know it doesn’t really make up for it, but it’s the thought that counts?) :)