Fic: Brotherly Bonding (And junk)
Title: Brotherly Bonding (And junk)
Disclaimer: I don't own em, I if I did glee would probably have to be on a different channel.
Rating: PG-ish
Spoilers: For Episode 2X20 Prom Queen
Characters: Kurt and Finn, brief mentions of Blaine.
Warnings: Spoilers for Prom Queen
Word count: 1,479
Summary: Finn finds out what happened after he left Prom.
A/N: Written for this prompt over at glee_angst_meme. I hope it's what the OP was looking for! It's been a while since I've written anything, so I hope it's ok.
Finn had been sulking about how awesome prom should have been when Kurt got home. It was all stupid Jesse St. James fault, how could Rachel even consider going with him? He had been angry and upset about his grounding, and when Kurt arrived at his door after a shower and change, bearing a plate of cookies and several of his favorite snacks, Finn had let him in without a second thought. He was glad for the company, even if his sour mood improved very little with the abundance of goodies Kurt had toted in with him. He watched as Kurt put in his favorite movie, a movie he knew that Kurt didn’t actually like, and settled down beside him. It took very little to get Finn talking. Give him a cookie, and he’d spill his guts, every time.
“I know it was stupid to get into a fight, but I was just so mad!” He said and Kurt made a noise of agreement. “And my mom is so upset, and I really didn’t mean to upset Quinn…who won anyway? I don’t know if she would have been disqualified because I was.”
“It doesn’t work that way, but she didn’t win if that’s what you’re asking.” Kurt replied a little evasively.
“Oh, so who did? Puck won King didn’t he?”
“Karofsky won, queen was a write in.” It’s then Finn realized that Kurt was very deliberately not answering his question, and he really took a look at him. He’d seen that look before, that stricken look that he wears when he’s upset by trying not to show it. He never noticed it before really, but he hadn’t been paying attention before either.
“Kurt, who won Queen?”
“Does it really matter?” Kurt was attempting that off-handed tone he adopted sometimes when he didn’t want to talk about something, but Finn could tell something was wrong, and a sick feeling was starting to settle into his stomach, and he didn’t think it was from the six cookies he had just inhaled.
“Yeah, I think it does.”
Kurt looked like he was going to try and deflect the question again, before he let out a tired sigh and slumped over. He was exhausted, and he didn’t really want to tell Finn, but he would find out about it anyhow. It wasn’t like it was something they did off to the side like some of the other bullying. No this was out in front of everyone. He still felt the bitter sting of it, and while Blaine had been wonderful, he’d been a little upset that none of his friends had even said anything to him about it.
“Me.” Kurt said tightly. “They voted for me.”
Finn felt cold, like someone had just thrown a slushie in his face. Here he was pouting over something that was at least partially his own fault, and instead of keeping his cool and staying at prom, he got sent home, and wasn’t able to defend his brother who had been, if the look on Kurt’s face was anything to go on, absolutely humiliated. That cold suddenly melted into a white hot rage.
“I’ll kill them!” He promised. “I’ll find out who did it, I’ll track down every last one of them, and they’ll pay!” He rampaged around his room, angrily looking for something to throw or break or tear in half. He promised he was going to look out for Kurt, he promised and he had already failed him pretty miserably. He should have been there, he should have stopped it!
“Finn, hush!” Kurt hissed. “It’s fine, I probably just shouldn’t have worn that stupid kilt anyway, brought it upon myself right?”
“What?” Finn asked, honestly confused before he remembered what both Burt and Blaine had said. “No way man, you looked badass in that, like gay braveheart remember? They wouldn’t have been able to get that together in such a short period of time anyway. It wouldn’t have mattered what you wore, they were probably planning this for at least the past few days. Did someone tell you that? That you would have been left alone if you hadn‘t worn that?”
“No Finn.” Kurt was quick to assure him, but Finn could see he was still really upset. “No one did anything, I mean I got upset and left for a few minutes, and Blaine followed, but no one really did anything about it. Not even any of the teachers.”
“What about the glee club?” Finn asked, surely they would have jumped to his aid.
“If they said anything, it was while I was gone; they didn’t say anything to me anyway.” Kurt shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal, but Finn could tell. He was upset by what happened, that the people who kept promising to have his back didn’t. “They probably thought Blaine would handle it, and he did.”
“That doesn’t give them an excuse for not saying anything.” Finn fumed, his anger levels spiking again. They were supposed to be Kurt’s friends; they should have stepped up for him.
“Like I said, they might have said something after I left, but they just didn’t say anything to me. You’d have to ask them.” Finn looked back at Kurt, who suddenly looked so small and tired and in so much pain and the anger drained out of him, and he collapsed back against his bed, dragging Kurt over to him in a half armed hug.
“I’m sorry.” He said, and Kurt relaxed a little in the hold.
“You didn’t do anything.”
“Exactly. I got myself kicked out and I wasn’t there when I should have been.”
“It’s not your fault Finn. I fooled myself into thinking that things were different, that people didn’t care. I guess just cause people weren’t booing me, or slamming me into lockers, didn’t mean they’d gotten over it. It was my own misguided hope that made it hurt so badly.”
“It hurt because it was mean!” Finn argued. “It was just flat out mean Kurt. You didn’t do anything to deserve it, and you better believe I will find out who started it.”
“It’s in the past Finn; I just want to forget about it.”
“So forget about it, I’ll take care of it all uh, undercover style.”
“Finn,” But there was a bit of amusement in his voice now. “You really don’t have to take care of anything. I appreciate that you want too, I really do. But it’s over and done with and all I can do is keep my head up and let them know it doesn’t bother me.”
“But it does.”
“Yeah, but they don’t have to know that come Monday.” Kurt started to pull away and get up when Finn caught his arm again.
“Where are you going?”
“It’s late and I’m tired, I’m going to go to bed.” Kurt was looking at him like he had lost his mind and Finn tugged at him trying to get him back to where he was.
“Stay here with me.” Finn commanded more than asked, and Kurt’s eyebrow went up in amusement. “Seriously, I had a bad night, you had a bad night, it’s brotherly bonding and junk. Plus, if you don’t I’ll just invade your room in an hour and pounce on you anyhow.”
“I swear you’re like a child.” Kurt complained, but didn’t argue. It only took Finn one more tug to get Kurt to lie down next to him again.
“I’m not tired anyhow; I think I ate too many cookies.”
“Watch your crappy movie Finn.” Kurt said trying to twist onto his side. Finn might not be tired, but he was exhausted.
“Watch it with me.” At this point, Finn knew he was dangerously close to behaving like a child, but he was trying to get Kurt’s mind on something else, even if it was just mindless action movies. Kurt waved him away, so Finn took to prodding him and asking questions every few minutes before Kurt rolled back over and gave him a half hearted glare.
“Why am I here again?”
“Because you wouldn’t leave your brother alone right now,” Finn replied. “We both had a crappy night, granted yours sounded like twenty times crappier than mine, but still. Quinn’s gonna be super pissed at me, and I need my brother to consol me tonight.”
“What do you want me to do?” Kurt asked, trying and failing to stifle a yawn.
“Watch this movie with me.”
“Fine, ok Finn.” And if Kurt fell asleep twenty minutes in, well Finn didn’t really mind. He had managed to comfort Kurt somewhat at least, and he took his mind off the crappy night. Maybe he wasn’t so bad at this big brother thing after all.
He still planned to track down every last person who voted Kurt prom queen and make them pay.
Disclaimer: I don't own em, I if I did glee would probably have to be on a different channel.
Rating: PG-ish
Spoilers: For Episode 2X20 Prom Queen
Characters: Kurt and Finn, brief mentions of Blaine.
Warnings: Spoilers for Prom Queen
Word count: 1,479
Summary: Finn finds out what happened after he left Prom.
A/N: Written for this prompt over at glee_angst_meme. I hope it's what the OP was looking for! It's been a while since I've written anything, so I hope it's ok.
Finn had been sulking about how awesome prom should have been when Kurt got home. It was all stupid Jesse St. James fault, how could Rachel even consider going with him? He had been angry and upset about his grounding, and when Kurt arrived at his door after a shower and change, bearing a plate of cookies and several of his favorite snacks, Finn had let him in without a second thought. He was glad for the company, even if his sour mood improved very little with the abundance of goodies Kurt had toted in with him. He watched as Kurt put in his favorite movie, a movie he knew that Kurt didn’t actually like, and settled down beside him. It took very little to get Finn talking. Give him a cookie, and he’d spill his guts, every time.
“I know it was stupid to get into a fight, but I was just so mad!” He said and Kurt made a noise of agreement. “And my mom is so upset, and I really didn’t mean to upset Quinn…who won anyway? I don’t know if she would have been disqualified because I was.”
“It doesn’t work that way, but she didn’t win if that’s what you’re asking.” Kurt replied a little evasively.
“Oh, so who did? Puck won King didn’t he?”
“Karofsky won, queen was a write in.” It’s then Finn realized that Kurt was very deliberately not answering his question, and he really took a look at him. He’d seen that look before, that stricken look that he wears when he’s upset by trying not to show it. He never noticed it before really, but he hadn’t been paying attention before either.
“Kurt, who won Queen?”
“Does it really matter?” Kurt was attempting that off-handed tone he adopted sometimes when he didn’t want to talk about something, but Finn could tell something was wrong, and a sick feeling was starting to settle into his stomach, and he didn’t think it was from the six cookies he had just inhaled.
“Yeah, I think it does.”
Kurt looked like he was going to try and deflect the question again, before he let out a tired sigh and slumped over. He was exhausted, and he didn’t really want to tell Finn, but he would find out about it anyhow. It wasn’t like it was something they did off to the side like some of the other bullying. No this was out in front of everyone. He still felt the bitter sting of it, and while Blaine had been wonderful, he’d been a little upset that none of his friends had even said anything to him about it.
“Me.” Kurt said tightly. “They voted for me.”
Finn felt cold, like someone had just thrown a slushie in his face. Here he was pouting over something that was at least partially his own fault, and instead of keeping his cool and staying at prom, he got sent home, and wasn’t able to defend his brother who had been, if the look on Kurt’s face was anything to go on, absolutely humiliated. That cold suddenly melted into a white hot rage.
“I’ll kill them!” He promised. “I’ll find out who did it, I’ll track down every last one of them, and they’ll pay!” He rampaged around his room, angrily looking for something to throw or break or tear in half. He promised he was going to look out for Kurt, he promised and he had already failed him pretty miserably. He should have been there, he should have stopped it!
“Finn, hush!” Kurt hissed. “It’s fine, I probably just shouldn’t have worn that stupid kilt anyway, brought it upon myself right?”
“What?” Finn asked, honestly confused before he remembered what both Burt and Blaine had said. “No way man, you looked badass in that, like gay braveheart remember? They wouldn’t have been able to get that together in such a short period of time anyway. It wouldn’t have mattered what you wore, they were probably planning this for at least the past few days. Did someone tell you that? That you would have been left alone if you hadn‘t worn that?”
“No Finn.” Kurt was quick to assure him, but Finn could see he was still really upset. “No one did anything, I mean I got upset and left for a few minutes, and Blaine followed, but no one really did anything about it. Not even any of the teachers.”
“What about the glee club?” Finn asked, surely they would have jumped to his aid.
“If they said anything, it was while I was gone; they didn’t say anything to me anyway.” Kurt shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal, but Finn could tell. He was upset by what happened, that the people who kept promising to have his back didn’t. “They probably thought Blaine would handle it, and he did.”
“That doesn’t give them an excuse for not saying anything.” Finn fumed, his anger levels spiking again. They were supposed to be Kurt’s friends; they should have stepped up for him.
“Like I said, they might have said something after I left, but they just didn’t say anything to me. You’d have to ask them.” Finn looked back at Kurt, who suddenly looked so small and tired and in so much pain and the anger drained out of him, and he collapsed back against his bed, dragging Kurt over to him in a half armed hug.
“I’m sorry.” He said, and Kurt relaxed a little in the hold.
“You didn’t do anything.”
“Exactly. I got myself kicked out and I wasn’t there when I should have been.”
“It’s not your fault Finn. I fooled myself into thinking that things were different, that people didn’t care. I guess just cause people weren’t booing me, or slamming me into lockers, didn’t mean they’d gotten over it. It was my own misguided hope that made it hurt so badly.”
“It hurt because it was mean!” Finn argued. “It was just flat out mean Kurt. You didn’t do anything to deserve it, and you better believe I will find out who started it.”
“It’s in the past Finn; I just want to forget about it.”
“So forget about it, I’ll take care of it all uh, undercover style.”
“Finn,” But there was a bit of amusement in his voice now. “You really don’t have to take care of anything. I appreciate that you want too, I really do. But it’s over and done with and all I can do is keep my head up and let them know it doesn’t bother me.”
“But it does.”
“Yeah, but they don’t have to know that come Monday.” Kurt started to pull away and get up when Finn caught his arm again.
“Where are you going?”
“It’s late and I’m tired, I’m going to go to bed.” Kurt was looking at him like he had lost his mind and Finn tugged at him trying to get him back to where he was.
“Stay here with me.” Finn commanded more than asked, and Kurt’s eyebrow went up in amusement. “Seriously, I had a bad night, you had a bad night, it’s brotherly bonding and junk. Plus, if you don’t I’ll just invade your room in an hour and pounce on you anyhow.”
“I swear you’re like a child.” Kurt complained, but didn’t argue. It only took Finn one more tug to get Kurt to lie down next to him again.
“I’m not tired anyhow; I think I ate too many cookies.”
“Watch your crappy movie Finn.” Kurt said trying to twist onto his side. Finn might not be tired, but he was exhausted.
“Watch it with me.” At this point, Finn knew he was dangerously close to behaving like a child, but he was trying to get Kurt’s mind on something else, even if it was just mindless action movies. Kurt waved him away, so Finn took to prodding him and asking questions every few minutes before Kurt rolled back over and gave him a half hearted glare.
“Why am I here again?”
“Because you wouldn’t leave your brother alone right now,” Finn replied. “We both had a crappy night, granted yours sounded like twenty times crappier than mine, but still. Quinn’s gonna be super pissed at me, and I need my brother to consol me tonight.”
“What do you want me to do?” Kurt asked, trying and failing to stifle a yawn.
“Watch this movie with me.”
“Fine, ok Finn.” And if Kurt fell asleep twenty minutes in, well Finn didn’t really mind. He had managed to comfort Kurt somewhat at least, and he took his mind off the crappy night. Maybe he wasn’t so bad at this big brother thing after all.
He still planned to track down every last person who voted Kurt prom queen and make them pay.