Fic: Linked (6/6)
Title: Linked - 6/6
Genre: Supernatural / Angst / Gen
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Finn/Kurt, platonic.
Word Count: 1150 this chapter | 6170 overall
Summary: Finn collapses on the McKinley football field, the same day that Kurt is kidnapped, bringing to the surface a link between them.
It was a lot of chaos for the next couple of hours. Doctors came in and out, checked Kurt’s vitals, removed things, put more things back in. Finn felt like his head was spinning a little but at least Kurt was so drugged up that neither of them felt any pain. Kurt kept looking at Finn, as he went in and out of consciousness. The confusion in his face was a little bit terrifying, though Finn had enough terror for the rest of his life.
He just stuck around; calm for the first time in days, despite the terror Kurt’s expressions caused at random intervals. It was a strange miracle that Kurt had been saved, all he had been put through. It was all going to work out and they were going to be closer than ever. There wasn’t much more that he could ask for.
Kurt closed his eyes and Finn looked over at his mom. She and Burt were obviously a lot calmer, knowing that neither of their children were going to hurt anymore. Burt was calm, but only once the doctor convinced him that yes, Kurt was going to survive and there was nothing he had to worry about.
Finn stayed close to Kurt through it all, only moving for the poking and prodding.
Kurt was confused, naturally. As soon as he was able to talk, he opened his mouth and spoke to Finn, making direct eye contact, avoiding anyone else. “Y-you felt it,” he said softly, his voice dry and cracked. “I could feel you with me. Oh God, you felt it all.”
"I felt it all," Finn repeated, nodding. He brushed his fingers over the back of Kurt's hand, more for his own comfort than anything. He could not believe that everything he had felt had been real, happening to Kurt as he lay there feeling it. “Every horrible, horrible thing.” It was horrible; both the things that had been done to Kurt and the way he had felt them. It was absolutely inhuman, what had happened to his little brother.
Kurt swallowed and nodded. "I knew you did," he said in that same strained voice. "I could feel you, for just a minute. I thought I was gonna die.”
"I can't believe they did that to you," Finn said, crying shamelessly as he leaned down closer to his brother, his best friend. "I just don't get why anyone would do something so horrible, so inhuman."
Kurt shook his head. “I don’t th-think they had a motive. I think they just were in it for the torture.” He closed his eyes and to Finn’s horror, he was crying. Finn held his hand even tighter, shutting his eyes. Kurt reached out, hesitantly, and Finn pulled him into a hug. He knew that Kurt hated being touched, or being held; but he obviously needed this now.
“It’s okay,” he mumbled softly. “From right here, it’s going to be okay.”
-
It was okay from there on, just like Finn promised Kurt it would be.
The men who attacked Kurt were caught and quickly linked to a local cult. It turned out that though there was a lot of history behind what they did to Kurt, it seemed that they really were in it for the torture, the agony of their victim. They had caught Kurt outside his school and had taken him as the perfect victim for their games.
Kurt was doing alright. His injuries were healing pretty fast, something that Burt told Finn quietly was another benefit of Kurt not being entirely human. He had always healed fast, from childhood injuries all the way to this. He was upset, visibly shaken and traumatized by what had happened to him, but he kept a positive attitude about it all. “At least I didn’t die, right?” he told Finn, which had quickly led to Finn’s breaking down in tears and Kurt mumbling, “I didn’t mean it like that.”
It took three weeks for Kurt and Finn to finally get a moment to talk about Kurt’s mom. Kurt was still in the hospital, so they didn’t have much privacy; from the floods of visitors to Burt’s over protectiveness, there was no peace for the two brothers. Of course, Kurt had mentioned her before, but it meant so much more now to Finn to see her, to try and know her, even though she was gone.
“Here,” Kurt said, handing Finn a picture of his mother that his father had brought to the hospital for him. It was in a small wooden frame.
Elizabeth Hummel was a very beautiful woman, with features that reminded him so much of Kurt. She was thin, angelic looking and had the same slight point to her ears that Kurt did. In the photo, she was smiling brightly, holding a little baby to her chest. “That you?” he asked, with a small smile. It was a beautiful picture. Burt must have kept it in a private place, because Finn had never seen it before.
“No, my mom held random children all the time,” Kurt teased, closing his eyes. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
“She looks so much like you.”
Kurt nodded a little bit. “I can agree to that without being vain, right?”
“Sure,” Finn said, shrugging. “When did you find out that she was…you know, special?”
“Pretty young,” Kurt said honestly. “I mean, they both told me that it was a secret, because people don’t know about stuff like that, but I remember being like five and mom telling me all of these historical legends about how elves came to be and stuff.”
“That’s crazy,” Finn mumbled.
“Says the boy who felt his stepbrother’s pain vividly and who everyone now thinks is crazy.”
Damn it, he was right. It was going to take a very interesting story to explain his randomly collapsing on the football field at the same time that Kurt was kidnapped and left to die. He groaned a little bit. “I think Rachel’s already accepted that I’m experiencing some kind of psychotic delusion at least,” he said, feeling somewhat defeated.
“Why don’t you just tell everyone that’s what happens when brothers are connected,” Kurt said, satisfied with that idea.
Finn thought about it for a minute and he was satisfied with the idea too.
Kurt yawned a little and leaned back against the bed. The medications that he was on left him tired, a lot. “I was thinking about it and the first time I felt one of your stupid football injuries was around the time we started getting close. I think that you initiated this Finn, by learning and being an awesome brother.”
“You mean that?”
“Yeah definitely,” Kurt said seriously. “Thank you. You kind of saved my life.”
“It was just a natural link that did it,” Finn mumbled watching as Kurt fell asleep.
Genre: Supernatural / Angst / Gen
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Finn/Kurt, platonic.
Word Count: 1150 this chapter | 6170 overall
Summary: Finn collapses on the McKinley football field, the same day that Kurt is kidnapped, bringing to the surface a link between them.
It was a lot of chaos for the next couple of hours. Doctors came in and out, checked Kurt’s vitals, removed things, put more things back in. Finn felt like his head was spinning a little but at least Kurt was so drugged up that neither of them felt any pain. Kurt kept looking at Finn, as he went in and out of consciousness. The confusion in his face was a little bit terrifying, though Finn had enough terror for the rest of his life.
He just stuck around; calm for the first time in days, despite the terror Kurt’s expressions caused at random intervals. It was a strange miracle that Kurt had been saved, all he had been put through. It was all going to work out and they were going to be closer than ever. There wasn’t much more that he could ask for.
Kurt closed his eyes and Finn looked over at his mom. She and Burt were obviously a lot calmer, knowing that neither of their children were going to hurt anymore. Burt was calm, but only once the doctor convinced him that yes, Kurt was going to survive and there was nothing he had to worry about.
Finn stayed close to Kurt through it all, only moving for the poking and prodding.
Kurt was confused, naturally. As soon as he was able to talk, he opened his mouth and spoke to Finn, making direct eye contact, avoiding anyone else. “Y-you felt it,” he said softly, his voice dry and cracked. “I could feel you with me. Oh God, you felt it all.”
"I felt it all," Finn repeated, nodding. He brushed his fingers over the back of Kurt's hand, more for his own comfort than anything. He could not believe that everything he had felt had been real, happening to Kurt as he lay there feeling it. “Every horrible, horrible thing.” It was horrible; both the things that had been done to Kurt and the way he had felt them. It was absolutely inhuman, what had happened to his little brother.
Kurt swallowed and nodded. "I knew you did," he said in that same strained voice. "I could feel you, for just a minute. I thought I was gonna die.”
"I can't believe they did that to you," Finn said, crying shamelessly as he leaned down closer to his brother, his best friend. "I just don't get why anyone would do something so horrible, so inhuman."
Kurt shook his head. “I don’t th-think they had a motive. I think they just were in it for the torture.” He closed his eyes and to Finn’s horror, he was crying. Finn held his hand even tighter, shutting his eyes. Kurt reached out, hesitantly, and Finn pulled him into a hug. He knew that Kurt hated being touched, or being held; but he obviously needed this now.
“It’s okay,” he mumbled softly. “From right here, it’s going to be okay.”
-
It was okay from there on, just like Finn promised Kurt it would be.
The men who attacked Kurt were caught and quickly linked to a local cult. It turned out that though there was a lot of history behind what they did to Kurt, it seemed that they really were in it for the torture, the agony of their victim. They had caught Kurt outside his school and had taken him as the perfect victim for their games.
Kurt was doing alright. His injuries were healing pretty fast, something that Burt told Finn quietly was another benefit of Kurt not being entirely human. He had always healed fast, from childhood injuries all the way to this. He was upset, visibly shaken and traumatized by what had happened to him, but he kept a positive attitude about it all. “At least I didn’t die, right?” he told Finn, which had quickly led to Finn’s breaking down in tears and Kurt mumbling, “I didn’t mean it like that.”
It took three weeks for Kurt and Finn to finally get a moment to talk about Kurt’s mom. Kurt was still in the hospital, so they didn’t have much privacy; from the floods of visitors to Burt’s over protectiveness, there was no peace for the two brothers. Of course, Kurt had mentioned her before, but it meant so much more now to Finn to see her, to try and know her, even though she was gone.
“Here,” Kurt said, handing Finn a picture of his mother that his father had brought to the hospital for him. It was in a small wooden frame.
Elizabeth Hummel was a very beautiful woman, with features that reminded him so much of Kurt. She was thin, angelic looking and had the same slight point to her ears that Kurt did. In the photo, she was smiling brightly, holding a little baby to her chest. “That you?” he asked, with a small smile. It was a beautiful picture. Burt must have kept it in a private place, because Finn had never seen it before.
“No, my mom held random children all the time,” Kurt teased, closing his eyes. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
“She looks so much like you.”
Kurt nodded a little bit. “I can agree to that without being vain, right?”
“Sure,” Finn said, shrugging. “When did you find out that she was…you know, special?”
“Pretty young,” Kurt said honestly. “I mean, they both told me that it was a secret, because people don’t know about stuff like that, but I remember being like five and mom telling me all of these historical legends about how elves came to be and stuff.”
“That’s crazy,” Finn mumbled.
“Says the boy who felt his stepbrother’s pain vividly and who everyone now thinks is crazy.”
Damn it, he was right. It was going to take a very interesting story to explain his randomly collapsing on the football field at the same time that Kurt was kidnapped and left to die. He groaned a little bit. “I think Rachel’s already accepted that I’m experiencing some kind of psychotic delusion at least,” he said, feeling somewhat defeated.
“Why don’t you just tell everyone that’s what happens when brothers are connected,” Kurt said, satisfied with that idea.
Finn thought about it for a minute and he was satisfied with the idea too.
Kurt yawned a little and leaned back against the bed. The medications that he was on left him tired, a lot. “I was thinking about it and the first time I felt one of your stupid football injuries was around the time we started getting close. I think that you initiated this Finn, by learning and being an awesome brother.”
“You mean that?”
“Yeah definitely,” Kurt said seriously. “Thank you. You kind of saved my life.”
“It was just a natural link that did it,” Finn mumbled watching as Kurt fell asleep.