Drabble: Come Sit Next to Me, Pour Yourself Some Tea
Title: Come Sit Next to Me, Pour Yourself Some Tea
Rating: PG+ (content is totes PG…language is decidedly less so)
Disclaimer: I disclaim.
Characters/Pairings: Furt brotherly love, past Klaine, past Finchel
Spoilers (if any): So Finn and Kurt are stepbrothers now.
Word Count: 603
Summary: Brotherly bonding over broken hearts.
A/N: PWP of Flufftasticism. Short, shameless, silly excuse for Furtlove. No, seriously. That’s all this is. You’ve been warned.
Title from “My Name Is Jonas” by Weezer.
~*~
It was the middle of the summer after graduation when Blaine took Kurt aside, rubbed his thumbs across his knuckles, and gently broke his heart. Rachel didn’t do the same thing to Finn until August was halfway through, and Kurt was pretty sure that was because she truly was waiting for some sign that she should stay.
Of course, the magical sign didn’t come. Kurt knew the very day that she chose New York, as sure as he had known the day that Blaine had chosen Princeton, because suddenly Finn was in Kurt’s room, wordlessly pacing for a long while before finally stopping in the middle of the floor.
“How did you do this?” he asked, and he sounded so broken that Kurt’s heart started to crack all over again.
(He had done it by sitting in his car and sobbing until Carole had found him there and invited herself in for a much-needed over-the-console hug. Then he had gone to bed and cried some more.)
“Come here,” Kurt answered, and when Finn dropped down next to him on his bed, Kurt leaned forward and gathered him tight into his arms.
It took one breath for Finn to start sobbing.
And while he rubbed his back and rocked him and murmured, “I know,” into his hair, Kurt thought about how utterly unfair all this was. He tried and failed to understand why the only way these two well-meaning, precious people could begin the next stage of their lives was by forcing him and Finn, with their already-battered hearts, to start from square one. It only took a few seconds on that road for the ache to rise in Kurt’s throat and the tears to stream down into Finn’s hair, and God, this was pitiful.
Once they had both calmed down, they sat back and wiped at their eyes and almost-laughed at how sad this was, and then Kurt forced himself to shake it off. He sat on his knees and planted a hand on Finn’s shoulder. “Phineaus James Hudson, you and I are going to get through this. You know why we’re going to get through this?” Finn’s mouth twitched up just a little at the corner, and Kurt answered himself, “Because we are the fucking Hudmels.”
Finn barked a hoarse laugh, surprising himself, and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I like that. We’re the fucking Hudmels.”
“And no one messes with the fucking Hudmels.”
“No way. Nobody.”
“Especially loud, scene-stealing short people. The fucking Hudmels do not tolerate short people.”
“Yeah. Yeah, we don’t even see ‘em. Because they’re short.” Another shaky grin. “And because we’re the fucking Hudmels.”
“Give it to me.”
“We’re the fucking Hudmels!”
“Damn right, we are.”
“We are the fucking Hudmels!”
“Boys!” came Carole’s voice from downstairs, and they froze. “I know I’m not hearing the words I think I’m hearing!”
“Sorry,” they called as one, then glanced at each other, then burst out laughing, a little hysterically, still sort of crying, just getting it out.
Finn managed to breathe again first, and he slung an arm around Kurt’s shoulders, and Kurt sank right into him, still laughing a little. Finn sniffed, then smiled, and said, “I kind of love you, dude.”
Kurt grinned, looping his arm around Finn’s waist to give him a squeeze. “I kind of love you too, Finn Hudson.”
After a beat, he flicked his eyes up to Finn’s face and added a quick, “No homo.”
Finn bucked forward laughing so hard that Kurt was amazed he didn’t pull something.
~*~
Rating: PG+ (content is totes PG…language is decidedly less so)
Disclaimer: I disclaim.
Characters/Pairings: Furt brotherly love, past Klaine, past Finchel
Spoilers (if any): So Finn and Kurt are stepbrothers now.
Word Count: 603
Summary: Brotherly bonding over broken hearts.
A/N: PWP of Flufftasticism. Short, shameless, silly excuse for Furtlove. No, seriously. That’s all this is. You’ve been warned.
Title from “My Name Is Jonas” by Weezer.
~*~
It was the middle of the summer after graduation when Blaine took Kurt aside, rubbed his thumbs across his knuckles, and gently broke his heart. Rachel didn’t do the same thing to Finn until August was halfway through, and Kurt was pretty sure that was because she truly was waiting for some sign that she should stay.
Of course, the magical sign didn’t come. Kurt knew the very day that she chose New York, as sure as he had known the day that Blaine had chosen Princeton, because suddenly Finn was in Kurt’s room, wordlessly pacing for a long while before finally stopping in the middle of the floor.
“How did you do this?” he asked, and he sounded so broken that Kurt’s heart started to crack all over again.
(He had done it by sitting in his car and sobbing until Carole had found him there and invited herself in for a much-needed over-the-console hug. Then he had gone to bed and cried some more.)
“Come here,” Kurt answered, and when Finn dropped down next to him on his bed, Kurt leaned forward and gathered him tight into his arms.
It took one breath for Finn to start sobbing.
And while he rubbed his back and rocked him and murmured, “I know,” into his hair, Kurt thought about how utterly unfair all this was. He tried and failed to understand why the only way these two well-meaning, precious people could begin the next stage of their lives was by forcing him and Finn, with their already-battered hearts, to start from square one. It only took a few seconds on that road for the ache to rise in Kurt’s throat and the tears to stream down into Finn’s hair, and God, this was pitiful.
Once they had both calmed down, they sat back and wiped at their eyes and almost-laughed at how sad this was, and then Kurt forced himself to shake it off. He sat on his knees and planted a hand on Finn’s shoulder. “Phineaus James Hudson, you and I are going to get through this. You know why we’re going to get through this?” Finn’s mouth twitched up just a little at the corner, and Kurt answered himself, “Because we are the fucking Hudmels.”
Finn barked a hoarse laugh, surprising himself, and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I like that. We’re the fucking Hudmels.”
“And no one messes with the fucking Hudmels.”
“No way. Nobody.”
“Especially loud, scene-stealing short people. The fucking Hudmels do not tolerate short people.”
“Yeah. Yeah, we don’t even see ‘em. Because they’re short.” Another shaky grin. “And because we’re the fucking Hudmels.”
“Give it to me.”
“We’re the fucking Hudmels!”
“Damn right, we are.”
“We are the fucking Hudmels!”
“Boys!” came Carole’s voice from downstairs, and they froze. “I know I’m not hearing the words I think I’m hearing!”
“Sorry,” they called as one, then glanced at each other, then burst out laughing, a little hysterically, still sort of crying, just getting it out.
Finn managed to breathe again first, and he slung an arm around Kurt’s shoulders, and Kurt sank right into him, still laughing a little. Finn sniffed, then smiled, and said, “I kind of love you, dude.”
Kurt grinned, looping his arm around Finn’s waist to give him a squeeze. “I kind of love you too, Finn Hudson.”
After a beat, he flicked his eyes up to Finn’s face and added a quick, “No homo.”
Finn bucked forward laughing so hard that Kurt was amazed he didn’t pull something.
~*~