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.”
“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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