It's a 90's Thing - Chapter 2
Kurt POV
I could feel a lump in my throat, I couldn’t believe this, but was this really what he wanted? Is this really what I wanted? I didn’t know, but I couldn’t think about it anymore because my brain was screaming again, and Finn was kissing me again.
I could feel his gentle breath on my nose, his fringe slightly tickling my forehead, his hands running slowly up my back, inadvertently untucking my shirt- wait… what?
‘No, Finn’ I had to stop this, I had to know.
He looked at me blankly as I pushed his away from me slightly.
‘Is this just a rebound? Because I’m not just some throw away girl’
Finn shook his head ‘No, Kurt, I could never use you. I meant exactly what I said just then, I care about you more than any of the football guys, or Quinn, or Rachel, or anyone.
He was talking slower than I’d ever heard him talk, even in Spanish class. But I believed him; his usual incoherent self was now making complete sense.
‘And your talent, your love for life and the way you don’t give a crap about what anyone says or thinks of you, the way you pulled off Beyoncé in Football gear, you’re an incredible person Kurt.’
This wasn’t happening. Impossible.
All of what Finn was saying shot straight to my heart, all of these feelings, the ones that I wished that I could have told him about ever since I met him, the fact that Finn might have the same feelings made me happy beyond measure.
We kissed again for a short amount of time, until Finn moved his head down to my shoulder where he rested it, breathing heavily. ‘Kurt, I need this, I need you. Now, please’
I ran my fingers through Finn’s soft, dark hair and savored this moment, my close friend, and the man I had had so many dreams and longings about, begging to be with me.
‘Finn’ I said looking down at him for the first time, ever. He looked up at me, worried.
‘Pinch me’. Finn just smiled and kissed me again. His lips were softer than I had expected, lucky not having to chap stick them five times a day like I have to.
I ran my hands from his hair down his back, around his waist, I could feel Finn’s abs through his rather thin shirt, I’d seen his body before after football games and stuff, but I’d never touched him like this. I started to undo the buttons on his polo shirt.
Obviously Finn hadn’t realised this yet because we were still kissing. As I undid the final button on Finn’s shirt he pulled away.
‘No, this….this isn’t right Kurt’ He said whilst looking me right in the eyes.
I felt a surge of worry rip through my body as I heard Finn say those words. But then the feeling faded when I realised that Finn had placed his hands at the bottom of my top and was lifting it up over my head.
I raised my arms so my top could be taken off. I kissed Finn once again, took his shirt off of his shoulders and placed it onto the floor with my own shirt next to the bed. Normally I would rush to pick anything up off of the floor, but I really didn’t care this time.
Any further worry I had was assuaged when Finn pulled back to look me dead in the eyes. It was a look I’d never seen on him before, a look I still can’t quite find words for, but it was one of those times when you know, inside, that things are about to change.
‘Can we just stay like this?’ he asked, voice shaky as he held me in a soft but secure embrace.
I exhaled a little in non-believance before allowing myself to be moved towards the top of the bed where I laid my head the naps of Finn’s neck. He brushed a strand of hair out of my face and tilted my chin up a little for a kiss.
‘For as long as you want’ I replied quietly, closing my eyes.
I could feel a lump in my throat, I couldn’t believe this, but was this really what he wanted? Is this really what I wanted? I didn’t know, but I couldn’t think about it anymore because my brain was screaming again, and Finn was kissing me again.
I could feel his gentle breath on my nose, his fringe slightly tickling my forehead, his hands running slowly up my back, inadvertently untucking my shirt- wait… what?
‘No, Finn’ I had to stop this, I had to know.
He looked at me blankly as I pushed his away from me slightly.
‘Is this just a rebound? Because I’m not just some throw away girl’
Finn shook his head ‘No, Kurt, I could never use you. I meant exactly what I said just then, I care about you more than any of the football guys, or Quinn, or Rachel, or anyone.
He was talking slower than I’d ever heard him talk, even in Spanish class. But I believed him; his usual incoherent self was now making complete sense.
‘And your talent, your love for life and the way you don’t give a crap about what anyone says or thinks of you, the way you pulled off Beyoncé in Football gear, you’re an incredible person Kurt.’
This wasn’t happening. Impossible.
All of what Finn was saying shot straight to my heart, all of these feelings, the ones that I wished that I could have told him about ever since I met him, the fact that Finn might have the same feelings made me happy beyond measure.
We kissed again for a short amount of time, until Finn moved his head down to my shoulder where he rested it, breathing heavily. ‘Kurt, I need this, I need you. Now, please’
I ran my fingers through Finn’s soft, dark hair and savored this moment, my close friend, and the man I had had so many dreams and longings about, begging to be with me.
‘Finn’ I said looking down at him for the first time, ever. He looked up at me, worried.
‘Pinch me’. Finn just smiled and kissed me again. His lips were softer than I had expected, lucky not having to chap stick them five times a day like I have to.
I ran my hands from his hair down his back, around his waist, I could feel Finn’s abs through his rather thin shirt, I’d seen his body before after football games and stuff, but I’d never touched him like this. I started to undo the buttons on his polo shirt.
Obviously Finn hadn’t realised this yet because we were still kissing. As I undid the final button on Finn’s shirt he pulled away.
‘No, this….this isn’t right Kurt’ He said whilst looking me right in the eyes.
I felt a surge of worry rip through my body as I heard Finn say those words. But then the feeling faded when I realised that Finn had placed his hands at the bottom of my top and was lifting it up over my head.
I raised my arms so my top could be taken off. I kissed Finn once again, took his shirt off of his shoulders and placed it onto the floor with my own shirt next to the bed. Normally I would rush to pick anything up off of the floor, but I really didn’t care this time.
Any further worry I had was assuaged when Finn pulled back to look me dead in the eyes. It was a look I’d never seen on him before, a look I still can’t quite find words for, but it was one of those times when you know, inside, that things are about to change.
‘Can we just stay like this?’ he asked, voice shaky as he held me in a soft but secure embrace.
I exhaled a little in non-believance before allowing myself to be moved towards the top of the bed where I laid my head the naps of Finn’s neck. He brushed a strand of hair out of my face and tilted my chin up a little for a kiss.
‘For as long as you want’ I replied quietly, closing my eyes.