The Case of the Kidnapped Kurt (part the thirty-seventh)
This is the end, folks!
Blaine walked Kurt to his car like a gentleman, although he did kiss him goodbye in a less-than-gentlemanly fashion, but dear god Kurt singing to him had been amazing.
Finn coughed awkwardly from behind them. “Um. Kurt? We kinda need to go home now.”
“Just a minute,” Kurt said absently, leaning forward to kiss Blaine again.
“Kurt.” Finn’s voice was stronger now, cutting through the haze of desire. He sounded a little annoyed.
Kurt sighed in exasperation and pulled back from Blaine. “Finn, do I cockblock you with Rachel?” he asked acerbically.
Finn blinked. “Um, yeah,” he said. “All the time.”
Right. Kurt had forgotten that. He glared at Blaine when he realized the odd look on his boyfriends face was the look of a man desperately trying to avoid showing any amusement.
Blaine gave it up and laughed a little. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Kurt,” he said, leaning in and landing a short, sweet kiss on the corner of Kurt’s mouth. “Love you, baby,” he whispered.
“Love you too,” Kurt whispered back.
Then Blaine had pulled back and was he *saluting* Finn? Sometimes Kurt had no idea what went through his boyfriend’s head.
Kurt sighed as he watched Blaine leave. Finn’s voice interrupted his reverie. “So, you’re really, like, in love with him, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Kurt admitted. “I really am.”
Finn awkwardly patted Kurt on the shoulder. “Thats really cool, dude. I’m happy for you.” And he sounded happy for Kurt. But Kurt could still hear an unspoken but hanging behind Finn’s words.
“What?” Kurt asked, turning to face Finn.
Finn looked a little panicked at Kurt’s question. “Nothing!” he said quickly.
Kurt raised an eyebrow.
“Okay,” Finn admitted, “So I just was wondering - does this mean you’re going to get kidnapped a lot? Because I don’t think anyone’s going to be very happy about that.”
Kurt laughed. And laughed. And then, impulsively, he hugged Finn. He couldn’t help it. Finn was silly and bothersome and so earnest in everything he did and Kurt was so, so glad they were brothers. “No,” Kurt said, finally, trying to stop laughing. At least Finn didn’t look offended or hurt anymore, not since Kurt had hugged him. “I don’t think you have to worry about that.”
Finn grinned with relief. “Oh, good,” he said, “Because I really don’t want to have that conversation with your dad again even if he did know what was going on when none of us did.”
Kurt laughed again, a clear, high sound. “C’mon,” he said, pulling the driver-side door open. “Lets go home, Big Brother.”
THE END (for now…)
Blaine walked Kurt to his car like a gentleman, although he did kiss him goodbye in a less-than-gentlemanly fashion, but dear god Kurt singing to him had been amazing.
Finn coughed awkwardly from behind them. “Um. Kurt? We kinda need to go home now.”
“Just a minute,” Kurt said absently, leaning forward to kiss Blaine again.
“Kurt.” Finn’s voice was stronger now, cutting through the haze of desire. He sounded a little annoyed.
Kurt sighed in exasperation and pulled back from Blaine. “Finn, do I cockblock you with Rachel?” he asked acerbically.
Finn blinked. “Um, yeah,” he said. “All the time.”
Right. Kurt had forgotten that. He glared at Blaine when he realized the odd look on his boyfriends face was the look of a man desperately trying to avoid showing any amusement.
Blaine gave it up and laughed a little. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Kurt,” he said, leaning in and landing a short, sweet kiss on the corner of Kurt’s mouth. “Love you, baby,” he whispered.
“Love you too,” Kurt whispered back.
Then Blaine had pulled back and was he *saluting* Finn? Sometimes Kurt had no idea what went through his boyfriend’s head.
Kurt sighed as he watched Blaine leave. Finn’s voice interrupted his reverie. “So, you’re really, like, in love with him, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Kurt admitted. “I really am.”
Finn awkwardly patted Kurt on the shoulder. “Thats really cool, dude. I’m happy for you.” And he sounded happy for Kurt. But Kurt could still hear an unspoken but hanging behind Finn’s words.
“What?” Kurt asked, turning to face Finn.
Finn looked a little panicked at Kurt’s question. “Nothing!” he said quickly.
Kurt raised an eyebrow.
“Okay,” Finn admitted, “So I just was wondering - does this mean you’re going to get kidnapped a lot? Because I don’t think anyone’s going to be very happy about that.”
Kurt laughed. And laughed. And then, impulsively, he hugged Finn. He couldn’t help it. Finn was silly and bothersome and so earnest in everything he did and Kurt was so, so glad they were brothers. “No,” Kurt said, finally, trying to stop laughing. At least Finn didn’t look offended or hurt anymore, not since Kurt had hugged him. “I don’t think you have to worry about that.”
Finn grinned with relief. “Oh, good,” he said, “Because I really don’t want to have that conversation with your dad again even if he did know what was going on when none of us did.”
Kurt laughed again, a clear, high sound. “C’mon,” he said, pulling the driver-side door open. “Lets go home, Big Brother.”
THE END (for now…)