Sleep Talking Man - 1/?
anonymous
March 1 2011, 21:21:45 UTC
I was cruising around on the fluff meme to boost my spirits after the angst meme, and came across this prompt. My fill is for brotherly Finn and Kurt, as I'm trying to get a handle on their respective voices (it's my first time, be gentle).
Finn had only been in the same room with Kurt for a few days (the second time they tried living together) before he noticed it. At various points of the previous nights, Finn would be startled awake, only to have no idea why. Finally though, Finn had had enough. Taking an video recorder to the basement, he set it up over his bed - hopefully tonight he would figure it out.
After some nice brother-y type bonding (surprisingly enough, Kurt was amazing at Halo) both Finn and Kurt settled into their respective beds. It was then that Kurt first noticed the camera.
“Finn?” the look on Kurt’s face was strange, kind of like when Finn had told Kurt about Quinn’s magical hot-tub. Finn paused for a moment - was it still magical if Drizzle wasn’t his? Drifting off, he was brought sharply back to reality as Kurt threw a pillow at his face. The look had shifted from vaguely interested to his best ‘bitch-please’ face - Santana and Brittany had been talking about it in Glee the other day.
“Yeah?”
“I realize I may shortly regret asking this, but why do you have a video camera above your bed?” Kurt raised an eyebrow, questioningly.
“Oh, well,” Finn stopped. He didn’t want to sound crazy! “Um, I think someone’s coming into the room and stealing my socks.” There. That was a perfectly logical explanation. Except now Kurt had gone a funny mottled shade of white and red, and his lips had thinned dramatically.
“Ok then. Just so you know, it’s not recording anything right now - if you want to catch this,” he stopped, closed his eyes, then continued, “sock thief, you need to press the record button and make sure the red light is on.”
Kurt watched silently as Finn clumsily rose to check the light, then sighed and said, “I’m going to bed now. Goodnight.” And threw the comforter over his head before Finn had even touched the light switch.
For his part, Finn settled down in his bed, smiling. He’d figure out what was waking him up tomorrow.
Sleep Talking Man - 2/?
anonymous
March 1 2011, 21:23:35 UTC
Again, Finn jolted out of sleep in the middle of the night. Groaning, he turned to face the bedside table, and moaned at the time flashing mockingly at him. “3:42 AM!” He whined to himself, but punched his pillow in frustration and tried to fall asleep.
It was maybe a minute later that he heard the strangest thing coming from Kurt’s side of the room. At first he thought Kurt was talking to him, but he was saying some pretty strange things. Carefully, Finn got out of bed, and took the video camera with him. The red light was still on, so he figured he was good.
Warily, he made his way over to Kurt’s side of the room. Kurt hadn’t said anything else, but Finn kept the camera trained on him just in case. Nearing the side of the bed, Finn whispered, “Kurt? You there?”
Kurt sort of rolled on to his back, eyes still closed, and told him quite seriously, "Ok: Jump position! Goddamn it, why do the jellyfish always get it wrong? 'Oh I've got my own in-built parachute.' So fucking what, get the basics right, dickhead. Otherwise, you're out of the free-form team. Bastards."
Finn stared at him in shock. “Kurt? Are you awake and screwing around with me? Cos I got to say man, I don’t appreciate it.” Staring at Kurt for another minute, Finn decided that he genuinely was asleep. Slowly he began to smile. Kurt talked in his sleep! This was golden.
Keeping the camera close by, Finn sat on the ground beside Kurt’s bed and leant against his bedside table. He couldn’t wait to hear what came out of his mouth next. It was a few minutes later that the next gem came.
Kurt moved a little, before exclaiming, "Goddammit! Where's my bazooka? I put it on the ground, expecting it to be there when I come back. Have you been tidying up again, 'cause, I really would like my bazooka back. I don't know where you put things. Jesus! Cannot just leave anything alone, can you?"
Finn started to snigger. He couldn’t wait to show this to Kurt when he got up. After waiting a while longer, Finn decided that Kurt wouldn’t talk again and so crept back into his own bed, switching the camera off.
Sleep Talking Man - 3/?
anonymous
March 1 2011, 21:25:04 UTC
He decided to start asking questions casually when he got up later that day. Kurt had already left for some shopping date with Mercedes, and Burt was still lounging in his pj’s reading the morning paper.
“So, um. Burt?”
He got a casual nod of listening. Finn tried again. “Why did Kurt get the entire basement to himself?”
Burt glanced up at him, questioningly. “The kid was always singing. The basement’s mostly soundproof. That way he could blast those Broadway soundtracks without me or the neighbour’s complaining.”
Finn frowned. That wasn’t really why he thought. “Um. Was that the only reason?”
Burt placed the paper back on the table, giving Finn his full attention. “Why are you asking me this? Are you too having any troubles sharing a room? Because it’s only going to be for a little while longer you know.” His disappointed gaze pierced Finn, who began shaking his head wildly.
“Nononono. Nothing like that.” As Burt continued to stare at him, Finn blurted out, “I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, so I put a video camera on record. Did you know he talks in his sleep?”
Burt started laughing. “He still does that?”
“Um. Yeah. I thought that’s why he was down there?” Finn’s voice rose at the end.
“Hell, son,” (it always gave Finn a warm feeling in his stomach to hear Burt say that) Burt was still sort of smiling, “It might have been a factor for Kurt, but I didn’t mind it.”
“Oh. Okay. I was just wondering.” Finn bit his lip, before continuing, “Does he not like it?”
Burt sighed. “He’s probably self-conscious about it yes,” catching sight of Finn’s slightly puzzled face, he elaborated “I don’t think he wants other people to know about it.”
Finn nodded his head vigorously. “I can do that. No one has to know.” He made his way downstairs. He knew that he had seen a tape recorder around somewhere.
Sleep Talking Man - 4/?
anonymous
March 1 2011, 21:26:40 UTC
Finn broke his word approximately fifty seconds after Mercedes came down the stairs with Kurt. He had been fooling around on the computer (after getting the recorder all set up) when the two, laden with shopping bags, dropped them on Kurt’s bed.
“So Kurt.”
Rolling his eyes, Kurt responded, “Yes Finn.”
“You had some pretty funny things to say last night.” It was interesting to see how fast Kurt whipped around to stare at him.
“I - what?”
“Oh yeah,” Finn turned around and hit play. It had taken a while to get it to the right spot, but it was so worth it to see the look on Kurt’s face as he heard himself deride a jellyfish. Finn started howling with laughter, Mercedes smiling and giggling to herself.
“Finn! What - I can’t believe you!” Kurt was not so amused. His lips were pressed tightly together, and as his grip on his bags shifted, Finn was worried about getting beaned in the head with one of them. His eyes darted over to Mercedes, a flush rising in his cheeks.
Mercedes, however inadvertently, saved Finn. “Oh honey, you think I didn’t know? There was that time when you fell asleep at one of our movie marathons and told me, quite seriously, that you liked me, but since I was French I couldn’t tell anyone that.”
That blush was steadily darkening. Kurt opened his mouth a couple of times, not managing to say anything. “It’s just - I don’t know. Embarrassing?” Finn felt the need to interject. “No man, it’s totally awesome. I wish I did that.”
Mercedes nodded in agreement, “It’s fine boo. Everybody has something like that - and it’s not like you can control it.”
The grip on the bags was slowly loosening, and the red tint to his face seemed to be receding. Kurt sighed, but brought a finger up threateningly, pointing at Finn. “Alright, but you can’t tell anybody else!”
“So it’s alright if I like, record this?” Finn widened his eyes hopefully. “It’s really funny man.”
Closing his eyes, Kurt sighed deeply. “Alright Finn. Fine. Just, don’t go spreading it around.”
Finn had only been in the same room with Kurt for a few days (the second time they tried living together) before he noticed it. At various points of the previous nights, Finn would be startled awake, only to have no idea why. Finally though, Finn had had enough. Taking an video recorder to the basement, he set it up over his bed - hopefully tonight he would figure it out.
After some nice brother-y type bonding (surprisingly enough, Kurt was amazing at Halo) both Finn and Kurt settled into their respective beds. It was then that Kurt first noticed the camera.
“Finn?” the look on Kurt’s face was strange, kind of like when Finn had told Kurt about Quinn’s magical hot-tub. Finn paused for a moment - was it still magical if Drizzle wasn’t his? Drifting off, he was brought sharply back to reality as Kurt threw a pillow at his face. The look had shifted from vaguely interested to his best ‘bitch-please’ face - Santana and Brittany had been talking about it in Glee the other day.
“Yeah?”
“I realize I may shortly regret asking this, but why do you have a video camera above your bed?” Kurt raised an eyebrow, questioningly.
“Oh, well,” Finn stopped. He didn’t want to sound crazy! “Um, I think someone’s coming into the room and stealing my socks.” There. That was a perfectly logical explanation. Except now Kurt had gone a funny mottled shade of white and red, and his lips had thinned dramatically.
“Ok then. Just so you know, it’s not recording anything right now - if you want to catch this,” he stopped, closed his eyes, then continued, “sock thief, you need to press the record button and make sure the red light is on.”
Kurt watched silently as Finn clumsily rose to check the light, then sighed and said, “I’m going to bed now. Goodnight.” And threw the comforter over his head before Finn had even touched the light switch.
For his part, Finn settled down in his bed, smiling. He’d figure out what was waking him up tomorrow.
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It was maybe a minute later that he heard the strangest thing coming from Kurt’s side of the room. At first he thought Kurt was talking to him, but he was saying some pretty strange things. Carefully, Finn got out of bed, and took the video camera with him. The red light was still on, so he figured he was good.
Warily, he made his way over to Kurt’s side of the room. Kurt hadn’t said anything else, but Finn kept the camera trained on him just in case. Nearing the side of the bed, Finn whispered, “Kurt? You there?”
Kurt sort of rolled on to his back, eyes still closed, and told him quite seriously, "Ok: Jump position! Goddamn it, why do the jellyfish always get it wrong? 'Oh I've got my own in-built parachute.' So fucking what, get the basics right, dickhead. Otherwise, you're out of the free-form team. Bastards."
Finn stared at him in shock. “Kurt? Are you awake and screwing around with me? Cos I got to say man, I don’t appreciate it.” Staring at Kurt for another minute, Finn decided that he genuinely was asleep. Slowly he began to smile. Kurt talked in his sleep! This was golden.
Keeping the camera close by, Finn sat on the ground beside Kurt’s bed and leant against his bedside table. He couldn’t wait to hear what came out of his mouth next. It was a few minutes later that the next gem came.
Kurt moved a little, before exclaiming, "Goddammit! Where's my bazooka? I put it on the ground, expecting it to be there when I come back. Have you been tidying up again, 'cause, I really would like my bazooka back. I don't know where you put things. Jesus! Cannot just leave anything alone, can you?"
Finn started to snigger. He couldn’t wait to show this to Kurt when he got up. After waiting a while longer, Finn decided that Kurt wouldn’t talk again and so crept back into his own bed, switching the camera off.
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“So, um. Burt?”
He got a casual nod of listening. Finn tried again. “Why did Kurt get the entire basement to himself?”
Burt glanced up at him, questioningly. “The kid was always singing. The basement’s mostly soundproof. That way he could blast those Broadway soundtracks without me or the neighbour’s complaining.”
Finn frowned. That wasn’t really why he thought. “Um. Was that the only reason?”
Burt placed the paper back on the table, giving Finn his full attention. “Why are you asking me this? Are you too having any troubles sharing a room? Because it’s only going to be for a little while longer you know.” His disappointed gaze pierced Finn, who began shaking his head wildly.
“Nononono. Nothing like that.” As Burt continued to stare at him, Finn blurted out, “I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, so I put a video camera on record. Did you know he talks in his sleep?”
Burt started laughing. “He still does that?”
“Um. Yeah. I thought that’s why he was down there?” Finn’s voice rose at the end.
“Hell, son,” (it always gave Finn a warm feeling in his stomach to hear Burt say that) Burt was still sort of smiling, “It might have been a factor for Kurt, but I didn’t mind it.”
“Oh. Okay. I was just wondering.” Finn bit his lip, before continuing, “Does he not like it?”
Burt sighed. “He’s probably self-conscious about it yes,” catching sight of Finn’s slightly puzzled face, he elaborated “I don’t think he wants other people to know about it.”
Finn nodded his head vigorously. “I can do that. No one has to know.” He made his way downstairs. He knew that he had seen a tape recorder around somewhere.
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“So Kurt.”
Rolling his eyes, Kurt responded, “Yes Finn.”
“You had some pretty funny things to say last night.” It was interesting to see how fast Kurt whipped around to stare at him.
“I - what?”
“Oh yeah,” Finn turned around and hit play. It had taken a while to get it to the right spot, but it was so worth it to see the look on Kurt’s face as he heard himself deride a jellyfish. Finn started howling with laughter, Mercedes smiling and giggling to herself.
“Finn! What - I can’t believe you!” Kurt was not so amused. His lips were pressed tightly together, and as his grip on his bags shifted, Finn was worried about getting beaned in the head with one of them. His eyes darted over to Mercedes, a flush rising in his cheeks.
Mercedes, however inadvertently, saved Finn. “Oh honey, you think I didn’t know? There was that time when you fell asleep at one of our movie marathons and told me, quite seriously, that you liked me, but since I was French I couldn’t tell anyone that.”
That blush was steadily darkening. Kurt opened his mouth a couple of times, not managing to say anything. “It’s just - I don’t know. Embarrassing?”
Finn felt the need to interject. “No man, it’s totally awesome. I wish I did that.”
Mercedes nodded in agreement, “It’s fine boo. Everybody has something like that - and it’s not like you can control it.”
The grip on the bags was slowly loosening, and the red tint to his face seemed to be receding. Kurt sighed, but brought a finger up threateningly, pointing at Finn. “Alright, but you can’t tell anybody else!”
“So it’s alright if I like, record this?” Finn widened his eyes hopefully. “It’s really funny man.”
Closing his eyes, Kurt sighed deeply. “Alright Finn. Fine. Just, don’t go spreading it around.”
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