Fic: Black Holes & Revelations (Part 2)
Media: Fic
Title: Black Holes & Revelations
Author/Artist: likethedirection
Friendship/Pairings: Kurt+Finn brotherly love (because when it isn’t SCOM, what else do I do?)
Spoilers: Bits of everything through 3x06, Key moments of Star Trek (2009). As in, if you read this and have not seen the movie, you WILL get spoiled. Consider yourself warned!
Rating: PG
Summary: Finn. Kurt. Also, Star Trek.
A/N: Surprise early Christmas present for my darling theslashbunny, the Kurt to my Blaine, the Friedrich to my Albrecht (WATCH THIS MOVIE AND CRY.), and a truly awesome individual who betas like a boss and miraculously got me reading Star Trek fic. (Hers are here!) Merry Christmas, mein liebling! :)
Title from ‘Starlight’ by Muse. Also, one sitting/lounging position inspired by “Glee - Finn and Kurt” by Deerane.
Also, this is in 2 parts because LJ post limits are lame.
~*~
Kurt really loved Finn sometimes.
Of course, he considered him family now, so technically, he loved him all the time. But sometimes Finn just outdid himself by a mile, and those were the times that Kurt honestly just wanted to latch onto him and never let go. This was rapidly becoming one of those times.
Also, Finn’s taste in movies seemed to be much better than Kurt had originally thought.
“So if I’m the chipper Russian kid, does that make you Kirk?” Kurt murmured while the crew debated strategy on the screen.
Finn shrugged, making Kurt’s head bob. “I dunno. Seems kinda conceited to make myself the main guy, but…”
“Your dad?” Kurt tried gently, and Finn nodded. Kurt gave his hand a squeeze. “I can see it.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hm.”
A crooked smile crept into Finn’s voice. “...Cool.” A beat. “And I don’t know, man, now that I’m watching again, I think you could totally be Spock, too. Not just because of...you know,” he added hastily when Kurt drew breath. “But like...you’re both super under-control all the time. It takes a lot to freak you out. And you sort of stand the same way, like never slouching or anything. And he talks funny, too.”
“Oh my God, Finn.”
“You seriously do!” Finn shrilled when Kurt let go of his hand to swat at his leg. “And Spock does it, like, almost the same way you do. Except he’s more like a science book and you’re more like a...like, the dinosaur book.”
Kurt stared at him.
“You know, the one where it says all the different words for all the other words?”
“...A thesaurus?”
“Yeah, that!” Finn said, brightening like Christmas, and Kurt had to bury a laugh in his hand. Finn nudged Kurt’s head with his shoulder. “What?”
Kurt lifted his head to regard him through the chuckles he couldn’t quite stop. “The dinosaur book?”
“It sounds like a dinosaur!” Finn said, looking honestly defensive, and Kurt collapsed into laughter again. “It does! Like, Tyranno-saurus, Stego-saurus, The-saurus...”
“I understand,” Kurt gasped, shaking his head before dropping it to the back of the coach, looking heavenward. “I’m so concerned about the fact that I understand.”
“See? I totally make sense,” Finn said, still a little defensive but smiling huge and lopsided nonetheless. “Everyone thinks I don’t, but I seriously do.”
“On occasion,” Kurt conceded. Then he frowned, turning his head toward Finn and lifting an eyebrow at him. “And yet I’m the one who talks funny.”
“Yep.”
“Only me.”
“Yep. I talk awesome.”
“You talk awesome,” Kurt repeated, equal parts amused and stricken.
Finn grinned cheekily at him. “And now you’re talking awesome.”
“Finn Hudson, you are so...ugh.” Kurt gave up with an indignant shove to Finn’s arm, which barely budged him to the left but earned a playful shove back that nearly knocked him over the arm of the couch. He gasped with mock outrage. “How dare you!” He batted back at Finn, only to be reduced to a squawking, thrashing mess when Finn darted in to mercilessly tickle his sides.
“Give up?” Finn said with a smirk so cocky that Kurt could have slapped him, and Kurt would be damned if he’d be undone so easily.
With a strained, staggered “Never!” Kurt threw an arm around Finn’s neck, earning a supremely satisfying yelp when he dragged Finn down into a headlock. “I have--no idea--if I’m doing this right,” he gasped, holding firm while Finn tried a little ridiculously to pry himself free and keep tickling him at the same time, “so I take--gah--no responsibility for any permanent damage!--”
“Boys!” Kurt’s dad called from the other room, and they froze in position. “Play nice.”
“We are, Dad!” Kurt called back, breathless and aching around his mouth.
“Yep, totally are!” Finn echoed, and they both bit back laughs when all they got in reply was a skeptical grunt.
Loosening his grip around Finn’s neck, Kurt murmured, “How many times has he said that to us since the wedding?”
“Like eighty?”
“Sounds about right. I think it’s time for you to get up now.”
“Nah.” To Kurt’s dismay, Finn draped an arm over Kurt’s stomach and pillowed his head on top of it. “I think I’m good here.”
“Finn.”
“Nope.”
Kurt groaned. “Brat. You are a brat. Give me the damn popcorn.”
Finn seemed to consider saying no to that, too, but he had mercy, reaching blindly for the bowl on the coffee table and handing it up. Turning his attention back to the screen, Kurt found with not very much surprise that Kirk was being chased into a cave by something large and angry. “Should we rewind it? My bratty little brother distracted me.”
“Nah,” Finn said (not without pinching him). “That thing’s been chasing him for like the last five minutes if he’s already in the cave. The important stuff starts like right now.”
“How convenient.”
A beat. “...You’re totally the little brother.”
“Four months older.”
“Six inches shorter.”
“Frankenteen.”
“Short guy.”
“Not the shortest,” Kurt pointed out, because he was still rather proud of his growth spurt over the last year.
“No,” Finn agreed. “That’d be Blaine.”
Kurt shot a glare at the top of his head. “That’d be Rachel.”
Finn took a long time to answer. “...Yeah.” He shook his head. “Okay, seriously, this part’s really important.”
“I win,” Kurt sing-songed under his breath, but kept obediently quiet after that, even when Finn tossed him a rather rude gesture with his hand. Kurt just patted him on the head in reply.
Kurt got sucked back in for a while as Leonard Nimoy (really, this movie just kept getting better) told Kirk his story, assured him that in another time, he’d known his father and been the Enterprise’s captain. Finn held to his word and stayed right where he was, warm and heavy and comfortable, and it was, oddly, really nice. There was an ease to it that he had honestly never thought he would have with...well, anyone.
“Hey,” Finn said softly once the scene had ended, and Kurt replied, “Hmm?”
“Do you think that could happen?”
“Supernovas and black holes? Yes. I’m pretty sure Muse wrote an album about it.”
“No,” Finn said, his eyes still on the screen. “The other part. Where there’s, like...another reality. Where the people who aren’t with you here...they’re with you there.” He turned to rest his chin on his arm, looking at Kurt. “Like Kirk. He never got to meet his dad, but Old Guy Spock told him about this whole other version of his life, where he did. You think that could happen?”
Kurt looked back at him for a long moment, a little at a loss. “I don’t know.”
Finn lowered his eyes. “Guess you probably don’t believe in that kind of stuff. I forgot about the whole God thing.”
“Being an atheist doesn’t mean I don’t believe in anything,” Kurt corrected, still thinking on his first question. “It just means I don’t believe in God. There’s a difference.”
Finn looked back up again, his eyes just wide enough to make him look all of ten years old. “So you think maybe it could happen?”
“...I don’t know, Finn,” Kurt said honestly. He rested his head against the arm of the couch, his gaze drifting up to the ceiling. “I think...I mean, it’s a comforting thought. Who wouldn’t want to think that somewhere, in some way, someone you’ve lost has been there all along? That they’ve been watching you, and loving you, and...”
“And proud of you,” Finn said hoarsely, and Kurt nodded, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades.
“And proud of you.”
They were quiet a while as Dr. McCoy gave Spock a piece of his mind. Finn’s back rose and fell slowly under Kurt’s fingers.
“I think...” Kurt said slowly at last, “I think anything is possible, Finn.”
“Yeah?”
Kurt nodded. Then, airily, “There’s no logical proof against it.”
Finn snorted a laugh, and just like that, the heavy air around them began to lighten and slowly drift away. Kurt watched with interest as Kirk and the older Spock traveled through the snow in big coats with rather fabulous fur-lined hoods--and if Kurt was Spock, then he’d certainly better have a little fashionista in him--and Finn settled his cheek back on his arm.
“Thanks,” he said after a moment. Kurt scrunched his fingers against his back in reply.
Yeah. He really loved Finn sometimes.
-
It would be a lie to say Finn didn’t secretly picture himself in Kirk’s place for the rest of the movie. It would also maybe be a lie to say he didn’t secretly picture Kurt as Spock.
It would definitely be a lie to say it didn’t make the movie ten times more awesome.
Even when they were getting sucked into a black hole and Kurt was sort of freaking out.
“Are you kidding me?” Finn chuckled into his arm. Kurt didn’t seem to notice. “Are you kidding me right now? They can’t just kill the bad guy and throw some confetti and be done with it? There has to be another black hole?!”
“Dude, there’s always another black hole!” Finn laughed.
“No! There is no excuse for this black hole. I need it to go somewhere else, because--oh my God, it’s cracking. The ship is cracking. Didn’t McCoy say a crack in the hull would boil their blood? Finn, did you just get me emotionally invested in a movie that ends with everyone’s blood boiling?”
Finn would have replied, but that would sort have required breathing, and, well.
“Stop laughing!”
“I--” Finn gulped down a breath, and ow, his face hurt now. “I’m trying--”
Kurt squeaked, his fingers digging in to Finn’s shoulders. “Oh, that’s just great, they’re going to blow themselves up and then get sucked into the black hole while boiling their blood in its vessels, oh my God, who wrote this movie?!”
Finn clutched at Kurt’s sides to keep from rolling off the couch, pretty sure he might actually, literally die from laughing.
When the Enterprise finally shot out of the explosion and away from the black hole--without anybody dying from blood-boiling--Kurt’s breath flew out of him with a whoosh that Finn was pretty sure he felt in his hair, and he went totally limp.
Then he smacked Finn in the back.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again!”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“I could have suffered heart failure right then, and it would have been entirely your fault.”
“Would not!”
“Would. God, warn me before showing me that kind of madness.”
“It would have ruined it,” Finn said, shrugging, very slowly starting to catch his breath. “Shh, movie’s not over, dude.”
“Oh my God, no more excitement, please.”
“Shh!”
“Shh, yourself.”
But Kurt didn’t say anything else for the last few minutes of the movie (other than this really quiet sort of purring sound in the back of his throat when the camera zoomed in on Kirk that Finn decided to immediately forget about), and he didn’t move to stop the DVD right away when the credits finally started, instead just staying where he was and breathing slowly, both arms draped loosely around Finn’s shoulders.
Finn fought the urge to close his eyes and take a nap, because it was super comfy right there.
“So?” he said instead, folding his arms over Kurt’s ribcage and resting his chin on them. “Awesome, right?”
Kurt smiled. “I stand corrected. ‘Awesome’ is actually a very appropriate descriptor.”
Finn snorted as he sat up, finally letting Kurt move. “You’re totally talking like Spock again.”
“What can I say,” Kurt said with a sigh, scooting back to sit a little more upright against the arm of the couch. “Well, I guess I know what I can say.” He held up a hand and popped his fingers into the Vulcan thingy, and what the hell?
“Live long and prosper,” he said in a low, dramatic voice, and Finn gawked.
“Dude, how do you even do that?” He held up his right hand, tried to do the finger thingy, failed. “Sam spent like three hours trying to show me how! I can barely do it with the other one.”
Kurt blinked, did it again, tried it with his left hand. Perfectly.
He shrugged. “Clearly I spent one of my previous lives as a Vulcan.”
“You...probably shouldn’t tell Sam that. He might actually believe you. And then tackle you.”
“Disturbingly, nothing about that surprises me.” Kurt hefted himself up off the couch and stopped the DVD player, kneeling to take the disc out. “Well, you’ve certainly set a high bar. I’ll need to choose carefully for next time.”
“Is it gonna be another musical?”
“Undetermined.” Kurt snapped the disc into its case, turned it around, went moony-eyed over the cover again for a second before tossing it back to Finn. “I’ll make sure it’s something you like, though. You did good, little brother.”
“Big brother.”
“False.”
“The other way’s weird, though,” Finn said, and he totally wasn’t whining. Kurt rolled his eyes, and Finn grinned, something occurring to him. “You could just call me ‘Captain.’”
Kurt barked a laugh. “So many versions of no.”
“But I’m totally the captain! And I can call you...uh...Spock.”
“Are we doing this? Is this a thing now?”
“Yep.”
Kurt sighed, long-suffering. “Only for you, Finn Hudson. Only for you.”
-
Six days later, as they sat among the wreckage of unwrapped Christmas presents while their parents yawned into each other’s shoulders on the couch, Kurt carefully undid the wrapping to his last present from Finn while Finn tore into the last one from him. He’d warned Finn that this last one was just for fun, and Finn had said it was fine--his was, too.
Eventually, the parents decided to just put on another pot of coffee while their sons laughed themselves to tears for ten minutes straight over their identical Starfleet T-shirts of yellow and blue.
~*~
A/N: Spock bless us, every one.
Title: Black Holes & Revelations
Author/Artist: likethedirection
Friendship/Pairings: Kurt+Finn brotherly love (because when it isn’t SCOM, what else do I do?)
Spoilers: Bits of everything through 3x06, Key moments of Star Trek (2009). As in, if you read this and have not seen the movie, you WILL get spoiled. Consider yourself warned!
Rating: PG
Summary: Finn. Kurt. Also, Star Trek.
A/N: Surprise early Christmas present for my darling theslashbunny, the Kurt to my Blaine, the Friedrich to my Albrecht (WATCH THIS MOVIE AND CRY.), and a truly awesome individual who betas like a boss and miraculously got me reading Star Trek fic. (Hers are here!) Merry Christmas, mein liebling! :)
Title from ‘Starlight’ by Muse. Also, one sitting/lounging position inspired by “Glee - Finn and Kurt” by Deerane.
Also, this is in 2 parts because LJ post limits are lame.
~*~
Kurt really loved Finn sometimes.
Of course, he considered him family now, so technically, he loved him all the time. But sometimes Finn just outdid himself by a mile, and those were the times that Kurt honestly just wanted to latch onto him and never let go. This was rapidly becoming one of those times.
Also, Finn’s taste in movies seemed to be much better than Kurt had originally thought.
“So if I’m the chipper Russian kid, does that make you Kirk?” Kurt murmured while the crew debated strategy on the screen.
Finn shrugged, making Kurt’s head bob. “I dunno. Seems kinda conceited to make myself the main guy, but…”
“Your dad?” Kurt tried gently, and Finn nodded. Kurt gave his hand a squeeze. “I can see it.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hm.”
A crooked smile crept into Finn’s voice. “...Cool.” A beat. “And I don’t know, man, now that I’m watching again, I think you could totally be Spock, too. Not just because of...you know,” he added hastily when Kurt drew breath. “But like...you’re both super under-control all the time. It takes a lot to freak you out. And you sort of stand the same way, like never slouching or anything. And he talks funny, too.”
“Oh my God, Finn.”
“You seriously do!” Finn shrilled when Kurt let go of his hand to swat at his leg. “And Spock does it, like, almost the same way you do. Except he’s more like a science book and you’re more like a...like, the dinosaur book.”
Kurt stared at him.
“You know, the one where it says all the different words for all the other words?”
“...A thesaurus?”
“Yeah, that!” Finn said, brightening like Christmas, and Kurt had to bury a laugh in his hand. Finn nudged Kurt’s head with his shoulder. “What?”
Kurt lifted his head to regard him through the chuckles he couldn’t quite stop. “The dinosaur book?”
“It sounds like a dinosaur!” Finn said, looking honestly defensive, and Kurt collapsed into laughter again. “It does! Like, Tyranno-saurus, Stego-saurus, The-saurus...”
“I understand,” Kurt gasped, shaking his head before dropping it to the back of the coach, looking heavenward. “I’m so concerned about the fact that I understand.”
“See? I totally make sense,” Finn said, still a little defensive but smiling huge and lopsided nonetheless. “Everyone thinks I don’t, but I seriously do.”
“On occasion,” Kurt conceded. Then he frowned, turning his head toward Finn and lifting an eyebrow at him. “And yet I’m the one who talks funny.”
“Yep.”
“Only me.”
“Yep. I talk awesome.”
“You talk awesome,” Kurt repeated, equal parts amused and stricken.
Finn grinned cheekily at him. “And now you’re talking awesome.”
“Finn Hudson, you are so...ugh.” Kurt gave up with an indignant shove to Finn’s arm, which barely budged him to the left but earned a playful shove back that nearly knocked him over the arm of the couch. He gasped with mock outrage. “How dare you!” He batted back at Finn, only to be reduced to a squawking, thrashing mess when Finn darted in to mercilessly tickle his sides.
“Give up?” Finn said with a smirk so cocky that Kurt could have slapped him, and Kurt would be damned if he’d be undone so easily.
With a strained, staggered “Never!” Kurt threw an arm around Finn’s neck, earning a supremely satisfying yelp when he dragged Finn down into a headlock. “I have--no idea--if I’m doing this right,” he gasped, holding firm while Finn tried a little ridiculously to pry himself free and keep tickling him at the same time, “so I take--gah--no responsibility for any permanent damage!--”
“Boys!” Kurt’s dad called from the other room, and they froze in position. “Play nice.”
“We are, Dad!” Kurt called back, breathless and aching around his mouth.
“Yep, totally are!” Finn echoed, and they both bit back laughs when all they got in reply was a skeptical grunt.
Loosening his grip around Finn’s neck, Kurt murmured, “How many times has he said that to us since the wedding?”
“Like eighty?”
“Sounds about right. I think it’s time for you to get up now.”
“Nah.” To Kurt’s dismay, Finn draped an arm over Kurt’s stomach and pillowed his head on top of it. “I think I’m good here.”
“Finn.”
“Nope.”
Kurt groaned. “Brat. You are a brat. Give me the damn popcorn.”
Finn seemed to consider saying no to that, too, but he had mercy, reaching blindly for the bowl on the coffee table and handing it up. Turning his attention back to the screen, Kurt found with not very much surprise that Kirk was being chased into a cave by something large and angry. “Should we rewind it? My bratty little brother distracted me.”
“Nah,” Finn said (not without pinching him). “That thing’s been chasing him for like the last five minutes if he’s already in the cave. The important stuff starts like right now.”
“How convenient.”
A beat. “...You’re totally the little brother.”
“Four months older.”
“Six inches shorter.”
“Frankenteen.”
“Short guy.”
“Not the shortest,” Kurt pointed out, because he was still rather proud of his growth spurt over the last year.
“No,” Finn agreed. “That’d be Blaine.”
Kurt shot a glare at the top of his head. “That’d be Rachel.”
Finn took a long time to answer. “...Yeah.” He shook his head. “Okay, seriously, this part’s really important.”
“I win,” Kurt sing-songed under his breath, but kept obediently quiet after that, even when Finn tossed him a rather rude gesture with his hand. Kurt just patted him on the head in reply.
Kurt got sucked back in for a while as Leonard Nimoy (really, this movie just kept getting better) told Kirk his story, assured him that in another time, he’d known his father and been the Enterprise’s captain. Finn held to his word and stayed right where he was, warm and heavy and comfortable, and it was, oddly, really nice. There was an ease to it that he had honestly never thought he would have with...well, anyone.
“Hey,” Finn said softly once the scene had ended, and Kurt replied, “Hmm?”
“Do you think that could happen?”
“Supernovas and black holes? Yes. I’m pretty sure Muse wrote an album about it.”
“No,” Finn said, his eyes still on the screen. “The other part. Where there’s, like...another reality. Where the people who aren’t with you here...they’re with you there.” He turned to rest his chin on his arm, looking at Kurt. “Like Kirk. He never got to meet his dad, but Old Guy Spock told him about this whole other version of his life, where he did. You think that could happen?”
Kurt looked back at him for a long moment, a little at a loss. “I don’t know.”
Finn lowered his eyes. “Guess you probably don’t believe in that kind of stuff. I forgot about the whole God thing.”
“Being an atheist doesn’t mean I don’t believe in anything,” Kurt corrected, still thinking on his first question. “It just means I don’t believe in God. There’s a difference.”
Finn looked back up again, his eyes just wide enough to make him look all of ten years old. “So you think maybe it could happen?”
“...I don’t know, Finn,” Kurt said honestly. He rested his head against the arm of the couch, his gaze drifting up to the ceiling. “I think...I mean, it’s a comforting thought. Who wouldn’t want to think that somewhere, in some way, someone you’ve lost has been there all along? That they’ve been watching you, and loving you, and...”
“And proud of you,” Finn said hoarsely, and Kurt nodded, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades.
“And proud of you.”
They were quiet a while as Dr. McCoy gave Spock a piece of his mind. Finn’s back rose and fell slowly under Kurt’s fingers.
“I think...” Kurt said slowly at last, “I think anything is possible, Finn.”
“Yeah?”
Kurt nodded. Then, airily, “There’s no logical proof against it.”
Finn snorted a laugh, and just like that, the heavy air around them began to lighten and slowly drift away. Kurt watched with interest as Kirk and the older Spock traveled through the snow in big coats with rather fabulous fur-lined hoods--and if Kurt was Spock, then he’d certainly better have a little fashionista in him--and Finn settled his cheek back on his arm.
“Thanks,” he said after a moment. Kurt scrunched his fingers against his back in reply.
Yeah. He really loved Finn sometimes.
-
It would be a lie to say Finn didn’t secretly picture himself in Kirk’s place for the rest of the movie. It would also maybe be a lie to say he didn’t secretly picture Kurt as Spock.
It would definitely be a lie to say it didn’t make the movie ten times more awesome.
Even when they were getting sucked into a black hole and Kurt was sort of freaking out.
“Are you kidding me?” Finn chuckled into his arm. Kurt didn’t seem to notice. “Are you kidding me right now? They can’t just kill the bad guy and throw some confetti and be done with it? There has to be another black hole?!”
“Dude, there’s always another black hole!” Finn laughed.
“No! There is no excuse for this black hole. I need it to go somewhere else, because--oh my God, it’s cracking. The ship is cracking. Didn’t McCoy say a crack in the hull would boil their blood? Finn, did you just get me emotionally invested in a movie that ends with everyone’s blood boiling?”
Finn would have replied, but that would sort have required breathing, and, well.
“Stop laughing!”
“I--” Finn gulped down a breath, and ow, his face hurt now. “I’m trying--”
Kurt squeaked, his fingers digging in to Finn’s shoulders. “Oh, that’s just great, they’re going to blow themselves up and then get sucked into the black hole while boiling their blood in its vessels, oh my God, who wrote this movie?!”
Finn clutched at Kurt’s sides to keep from rolling off the couch, pretty sure he might actually, literally die from laughing.
When the Enterprise finally shot out of the explosion and away from the black hole--without anybody dying from blood-boiling--Kurt’s breath flew out of him with a whoosh that Finn was pretty sure he felt in his hair, and he went totally limp.
Then he smacked Finn in the back.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again!”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“I could have suffered heart failure right then, and it would have been entirely your fault.”
“Would not!”
“Would. God, warn me before showing me that kind of madness.”
“It would have ruined it,” Finn said, shrugging, very slowly starting to catch his breath. “Shh, movie’s not over, dude.”
“Oh my God, no more excitement, please.”
“Shh!”
“Shh, yourself.”
But Kurt didn’t say anything else for the last few minutes of the movie (other than this really quiet sort of purring sound in the back of his throat when the camera zoomed in on Kirk that Finn decided to immediately forget about), and he didn’t move to stop the DVD right away when the credits finally started, instead just staying where he was and breathing slowly, both arms draped loosely around Finn’s shoulders.
Finn fought the urge to close his eyes and take a nap, because it was super comfy right there.
“So?” he said instead, folding his arms over Kurt’s ribcage and resting his chin on them. “Awesome, right?”
Kurt smiled. “I stand corrected. ‘Awesome’ is actually a very appropriate descriptor.”
Finn snorted as he sat up, finally letting Kurt move. “You’re totally talking like Spock again.”
“What can I say,” Kurt said with a sigh, scooting back to sit a little more upright against the arm of the couch. “Well, I guess I know what I can say.” He held up a hand and popped his fingers into the Vulcan thingy, and what the hell?
“Live long and prosper,” he said in a low, dramatic voice, and Finn gawked.
“Dude, how do you even do that?” He held up his right hand, tried to do the finger thingy, failed. “Sam spent like three hours trying to show me how! I can barely do it with the other one.”
Kurt blinked, did it again, tried it with his left hand. Perfectly.
He shrugged. “Clearly I spent one of my previous lives as a Vulcan.”
“You...probably shouldn’t tell Sam that. He might actually believe you. And then tackle you.”
“Disturbingly, nothing about that surprises me.” Kurt hefted himself up off the couch and stopped the DVD player, kneeling to take the disc out. “Well, you’ve certainly set a high bar. I’ll need to choose carefully for next time.”
“Is it gonna be another musical?”
“Undetermined.” Kurt snapped the disc into its case, turned it around, went moony-eyed over the cover again for a second before tossing it back to Finn. “I’ll make sure it’s something you like, though. You did good, little brother.”
“Big brother.”
“False.”
“The other way’s weird, though,” Finn said, and he totally wasn’t whining. Kurt rolled his eyes, and Finn grinned, something occurring to him. “You could just call me ‘Captain.’”
Kurt barked a laugh. “So many versions of no.”
“But I’m totally the captain! And I can call you...uh...Spock.”
“Are we doing this? Is this a thing now?”
“Yep.”
Kurt sighed, long-suffering. “Only for you, Finn Hudson. Only for you.”
-
Six days later, as they sat among the wreckage of unwrapped Christmas presents while their parents yawned into each other’s shoulders on the couch, Kurt carefully undid the wrapping to his last present from Finn while Finn tore into the last one from him. He’d warned Finn that this last one was just for fun, and Finn had said it was fine--his was, too.
Eventually, the parents decided to just put on another pot of coffee while their sons laughed themselves to tears for ten minutes straight over their identical Starfleet T-shirts of yellow and blue.
~*~
A/N: Spock bless us, every one.