Finn's Furry Little Problem
Title: Finn's Furry Little Problem
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Will/Finn
Author: starryskies (but this is the journal I update, so feel free to friend me here. I'd love to make some awesome Glee friends)
Summary: This is crack!fic. Here's how it happened. I was out to dinner with percontata and saw that someone had written a fic in which Kurt was a werewolf. We laughed. We then discussed what would happen if Finn was a werewolf. In the process, we basically stole whatever we wanted from different werewolf myths. For instance, he's not a vicious werewolf. He's more like a giant puppy once a month. Did I mention that this is crack!fic? Because it really, really is. It's also really fluffy. But to be honest, I had a lot of fun writing it, so here it is. Please don't kill me.
It was late at night - after dark, in fact, but Will had gotten caught up in all the schoolwork he neglected while getting Glee Club through Regionals. But that was fine. Soon it would be the summer, high school would be over, and Finn would move in with him - but until then, he had an empty apartment to go home to. Until then, he had a boyfriend in high school, and things had to be kept secret. But really, he was okay with that. He just had to wait a little longer.
He was thinking about the summer, about all the free time he'd have to spend with Finn, and wasn't really thinking about anything else. And that was a mistake. Because the forest next to McKinley High School was creepy. There had been stories about the things that lived in that forest, but Will had never taken those stories seriously. He paused as he walked, noticing that it was a full moon and taking the time to appreciate it. Once again, he wished he had Finn there with him - the moon was beautiful, but somehow made him feel lonely. And then he heard a low growl.
He turned around and blinked. He couldn't believe his eyes. There was a wolf standing about ten feet away from him, but it was no normal wolf. It was at least double the size of any wolf he'd ever seen, and its fur was as black as night. And it was growling at him.
Will backed up, slowly, hoping that he'd be able to make it to his car, but the wolf came closer. Will was almost at his car when the wolf jumped at him - and Will knew that he was a goner - when amazingly, another wolf, even bigger, jumped out of nowhere and knocked the first wolf over. The two wolves fought, growling, and the second one, the larger one with brown fur, was clearly in the lead. Will was mesmerized - he'd never expected to see anything like this outside of some sort of horror movie. Eventually the black-furred wolf limped away, still growling, while the brown-furred one turned to Will. Will backed away, but then noticed that the wolf didn't look angry, or like it was going to cause any harm - it looked curious. It seemed to be examining Will, almost as if it wanted to make sure that he was alright. And one of its front legs was bleeding.
"Are you okay?" Will asked it, despite how foolish those words were. "Thanks for saving me. I really think you saved my life."
The wolf, obviously, didn't respond. Because it was a wolf. With eyes that looked like Finn's.
"You're bleeding. You should take care of that."
And then sense caught up to him. Will realized that he was talking to a gigantic, potentially dangerous wolf, and quickly ran into his car and locked the doors. He watched it a moment longer - its fur was just the color of Finn's hair.
--
The next day at school, Finn looked exhausted, but still happy to see Will when he stopped by his office in the morning.
"Hey," Will said, embracing him. "You won't believe what happened to me last night."
"Oh?" Finn yawned, resting his head on Will's shoulder. "What?"
Will ran a hand through Finn's hair. He thought about how, once Finn moved in with him, he'd make sure the boy got more sleep. "A giant wolf attacked me. Well, tried to. Then another wolf came and fought it off."
Finn huffed out a laugh. "I think you've been watching too many bad movies." He kissed Will's cheek and then pulled away. "Augh. I hate the school part of school."
Will noticed something. "Hey, pull up your sleeve... are you bleeding?"
Finn shrugged. "I dunno, maybe."
Will pulled up the sleeve. "You are! You..." He laughed, somewhat hysterically. "Okay, for a second there, I had the craziest thought that you were the wolf from last night."
"Yeah, that is crazy," Finn replied, in a high, strange-sounding voice. "Seriously, I thought I didn't get enough sleep - I think you didn't get enough sleep."
Will looked at him closely. "Yeah..."
"You should like, take a nap or something. I think you had a bad dream. Yeah. I'll see you later..."
"Finn, wait."
Finn paused, one hand already on the door. "What?"
"Finn, I'm going to ask you a question, and whatever answer you give me, I'm going to believe, okay? Because I trust you. And then I won't ask again."
Finn continued to stare at the door. "Okay."
Will took another step closer. "Finn, I know this is crazy, but... are you a werewolf?"
Finn didn't lie - he didn't answer. He didn't need to. The answer was in the way his shoulders started shaking, the way that he tried, in vain, to hide his sobs. Will put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him, and then thinking better of it, turned him around and pulled him into his arms. "Finn," he whispered, kissing his temple. "Finn, shhh. It's okay."
"It's not," Finn muttered, clutching Will's shirt by the handful. "It's not. I... I got bit when I was twelve. And I'm not like, vicious or anything - some werewolves are, but only if they want to be, but I don't want to be. But... I'm still a freak! And I knew I'd have to tell you eventually but I thought maybe I wouldn't, maybe I could just go away for one day every month. I just... fuck, Will, I don't want to lose you! I didn't know what to do!"
Will rocked him back and forth, occasionally kissing his forehead or temple. "Shhh, Finn, it's okay. It is. I won't leave you, okay? You said you're not vicious - last night, you saved my life, didn't you? And I love you. Your... furry little problem isn't going to change that. It's just like anything else. It's okay."
"It is?" Finn asked, pulling away and looking into Will's eyes skeptically. "I mean... how? It's why my dad left. It upset him so much that he decided he was just done. My mom makes me leave the house for it, because it upsets her so much."
"You're still you, Finn. That hasn't changed, right? It would take a lot more than this for me to give you up."
--
Despite the rather tremendous revelation, things didn't change that much - well, except Will noticed things about Finn. Little things that had been there all along, but had never really mattered until now.
Like the fact that Finn really liked meat - particularly raw meat, particularly lots of it. The way he always sniffed things - like food before eating it, or clothes before wearing them - or Will's skin. Finn loved to nuzzle Will's skin, inhaling his scent. That Finn really loved the character of Remus Lupin from Harry Potter, but hated Twilight with a passion. And he was warm all the time. Seriously - his body was practically a furnace. They didn't need blankets on the bed at night, because Will could just snuggle up to Finn and be fine. Apparently, all those times when they'd used blankets before, Finn was doing it for Will's benefit, just to try to appear normal.
Eventually, though, the end of the month came, and Will noticed that Finn became more tense, and more emotional.
"So what do you do for the full moon?" Will asked, the night before. "How do you spend the time, I mean."
Finn lay on the floor next to him, trying to stretch - the coming of the full moon meant that his muscles were aching in anticipation of the change. "Running around? The thing is that if the werewolf's mind isn't constantly like, stimulated and stuff, then it gets all angry and violent. So you gotta keep moving."
"So you just run in circles?"
"Pretty much. Save the occasional damsel in distress."
Will glared at him, but there was no heat behind it. Finn just smiled back, still laying on the floor.
Will lay on the floor next to him, resting his head on Finn's chest. Finn wrapped an arm around him and smelled his hair. "Could I... spend some of that time with you, maybe?"
Finn tensed. "Um... why? Why would you want to?"
"Well, you're not vicious, right? And it must get boring. And... I dunno. Otherwise I'll just be wondering what you're doing. My parents, actually, have a pretty big backyard, so I was thinking we could go there..."
"Won't your parents be there, though?"
Will smirked at him, slyly. "I may have given them theater tickets in Columbus for their anniversary. And reserved them a hotel room."
"You did?! Will, that's crazy! You can't do that every month, you know."
"I know. But I could do it this month. And..." He bit his lip. "I mean, it wasn't safe for you, last time, was it? There was that other mean werewolf. You got hurt." He squeezed Finn's hand. "I want to make sure you're safe."
"Honestly, I don't think that's something you can control. More like the other way around."
"I know, but I can try." He snuggled closer. "You can't blame me for wanting to take care of you."
Finn pulled Will into a kiss. "Yeah, okay."
--
Will's parents' house was pretty small, and not very nice, but it had a big backyard. That was the important part. And Will had a bag of dog toys, even though he wasn't quite sure how he was going to use them. He'd considered dog biscuits too, but then remembered that this was still Finn, and he wasn't a dog anyway. He was a werewolf.
Finn glanced at the quickly darkening sky. "Alright. You wait inside, and then you can come out when I paw at the door, okay?"
Will frowned. "I can't watch the transformation?"
Finn bit his lip. "You wouldn't want to. It's... it's kinda painful. Really painful, actually, and there's nothing you can do to make it less. And..." He looked away, and sighed. "I mean, I scream. Because my body is like, doubling in size, and my bones are rearranging themselves, and I... I don't think I could like, hold it in. You don't need to see all of that."
"So I should just leave you alone while you're going through all of that?"
"It doesn't last very long anyway, and I swear, there's nothing you can do."
Will frowned. He walked into the yard and sat on the grass, staring up at the sky. Finn sat next to him and sighed. "C'mon, Will, go inside."
Will wrapped an arm around him. "If it gets to be too much, maybe, but otherwise... I can't." He kissed Finn, slowly. "I can't leave you like that."
They kissed for a few more minutes, until Finn pulled away quickly. "I... it's coming. I can feel it." He stood up and started pacing the yard. "You can... you can go inside. You should go inside." Will watched him, silently, watched as Finn became more agitated. He jumped up, wanting to go over, but Finn saw him and shook his head. "Nothing you can do. Okay. Okay... I--" Will gasped as Finn closed his eyes and screamed. He fell to his knees, and grabbed the back of his neck, clearly in horrible pain. He looked over at Will, and their eyes met one last time. "Love you," he gasped, painfully.
And then his body changed. His limbs lengthened, and the boxers, which were the only article of clothing he was still wearing, ripped off him. Fur spread across his body. It was quick - Will couldn't comprehend it, there was just too much going on for him to be able to make sense of it all - and then Finn was gone, and the wolf stood in his place, shaking, clearly trying to get control of itself.
Will walked over to it, carefully, wanting to comfort the animal. He reached out a hand and started stroking its fur, slowly. The wolf looked at him with Finn's eyes, and nuzzled him, and it was then that Will realized that he'd been crying. And... he was getting comforted by a werewolf. He wrapped his arms around the wolf's neck, trying to hug it, even if that was a very ridiculous pursuit, all things considered. But for a moment, it worked.
And then the wolf pulled away, and started running laps around the yard. Was it a wolf - or was it just a giant dog? Will wasn't sure. It was just that the wolf wasn't vicious at all. It actually looked pleased to be able to stretch its legs.
And then the wolf came over to him and barked. Will smiled and scratched behind its ears. But then the wolf barked again, and pawed his chest (practically making Will fall over) and Will realized - it wanted to play.
Will looked inside the bag from the pet store and pulled out a ball. The wolf wagged its tail and Will threw it as far as he could. The wolf chased it across the yard, grabbed it in its mouth, and then ran back, dropping the ball at Will's feet proudly.
That went on for about an hour, the wolf looking equally proud of itself each time it returned the ball. And yes, it got a bit boring, but Will knew that he had to keep the wolf constantly stimulated. Eventually, though, his arm just wouldn't work anymore. He needed a break. The wolf looked at him, clearly wanting him to throw the ball again, but Will scratched its head instead. "Sorry, pup. Arm's tired. Let's see... what else have I got in here?" He rummaged through his bag and pulled out another toy. It has holes on either side, and peanut butter in the middle. The idea was that the dog could amuse itself while trying to get the peanut butter out of the middle. Will held the toy out. "What do you think of this?"
The wolf sniffed it, and then grabbed it out of Will's hand and started playing with it. Will took the opportunity to grab a blanket out of the bag, spread it out on the grass, and curl up on it. It was late, after all, and he was tired. He hadn't really considered that he'd be staying up all night. And so he closed his eyes, figuring that maybe he could catch a few minutes of shut eye.
He woke up a while later, and it was warmer than he remembered. It was also softer. Wait, what? He opened his eyes and realized that the wolf was curled around him, protectively - not sleeping, just keeping a close watch. Will buried his face in the wolf's fur. He loved that even in wolf form, Finn still knew who he was, still would do anything to protect him.
He scratched the wolf's stomach and it growled appreciatively. Will glanced up at the sky. He could see the sky becoming lighter around the line of the horizon, and he knew that soon, Finn would change back into a very tired boy. He stood up and stretched, and the wolf watched him. It got up and began running around the yard again, in circles. Will frowned. He wondered if the change back would be just as painful, and then realized that yes, it probably would be. That became even more obvious when the wolf stopped running, and its limbs started trembling again. Will stood by it and stroked its fur, slowly. The wolf whimpered, and Will noticed that it was shrinking, the fur was retracting, and it let out an ungodly howl. "Finn, Finn," Will whispered, into its ear. "Shh, Finn, it's okay." And then a few minutes later his arms were filled with Finn, who was naked, and shaking in his arms, and leaning against him heavily.
It took a few minutes after that for Finn to come back to himself fully and Will was there the whole time, stroking his back and whispering comforting words into his ear. He stood limply, and then straightened, his arms tightening. "Will," he muttered, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat and then tried again, pulling away to look at Will's face. "Hey."
"Hey," Will whispered, stroking his cheek. "You okay?"
Finn nodded. "Just... sore... and tired."
"I bet." Will wrapped the blanket around Finn gently, and then led him to his car. "Let's go back to my place and you can sleep as long as you want, okay?"
"Mmmkay."
Finn was only semiconscious, if that, as Will led him to his car, buckled him in, and drove back to his apartment. Even as they walked up the steps, Finn didn't say much. But that was fine. Will had gotten some sleep, yes, but he was tired too, and he was relieved when the two of them were finally curled together in his bed.
--
It was afternoon when Finn finally woke up. Will thought about how hard it must have been when he had to wake up earlier for school after spending a night alone. The very thought made him tighten his arm around Finn protectively. "You're here," Finn murmured.
"I am," Will replied, kissing him.
"I'm in your bed," he said, looking around. "How'd I get here?"
"You don't remember? I brought you here. How do you usually get home?"
Finn shrugged. "I dunno. I guess I stumble home or something. I mean... after the moon comes out, I don't remember much."
"Really? But I mean... we played. You protected me. That just... you didn't know that was me?"
"No! I mean... I think the wolf knows. Because the wolf is still me, you know? I just don't remember it very well later, it's all blurry, but... even if I'm a wolf, you're still you. I don't think I could ever not care about you, no matter what form I am."
Will kissed him tenderly. "I always wanted a dog," Will said, thoughtfully. "But my Mom is allergic. And they're not allowed in this apartment building."
Finn laughed. "So instead, you get me, once a month. You're seriously cool with all of this? If you're not, trust me, I'd more than understand..."
"Finn," Will said, kissing him softly. "I am okay with you being a werewolf. You're you. I love you."
Finn pressed his nose into Will's neck and inhaled, which always seemed to relax him. He nodded, hugging Will tight. "You're the first person who's ever been totally okay with this," he said, his voice muffled a little. "So I need to get used to it. I thought I'd always have to hide it."
"But instead, you don't, and I get my pet dog. So it works out for everyone."
Finn laughed. "Pretty much."
So yeah. That was ridiculous, and I am so, so sorry. I actually have more ideas, so if this somehow got a positive response, I could write more. I'll be checking glee_anon for people making fun of me.
On the off chance you liked this, my much less cracky fic can be found HERE, and feel free to friend me on this journal, gleeful_beat. I want to make friends, dammit!
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Will/Finn
Author: starryskies (but this is the journal I update, so feel free to friend me here. I'd love to make some awesome Glee friends)
Summary: This is crack!fic. Here's how it happened. I was out to dinner with percontata and saw that someone had written a fic in which Kurt was a werewolf. We laughed. We then discussed what would happen if Finn was a werewolf. In the process, we basically stole whatever we wanted from different werewolf myths. For instance, he's not a vicious werewolf. He's more like a giant puppy once a month. Did I mention that this is crack!fic? Because it really, really is. It's also really fluffy. But to be honest, I had a lot of fun writing it, so here it is. Please don't kill me.
It was late at night - after dark, in fact, but Will had gotten caught up in all the schoolwork he neglected while getting Glee Club through Regionals. But that was fine. Soon it would be the summer, high school would be over, and Finn would move in with him - but until then, he had an empty apartment to go home to. Until then, he had a boyfriend in high school, and things had to be kept secret. But really, he was okay with that. He just had to wait a little longer.
He was thinking about the summer, about all the free time he'd have to spend with Finn, and wasn't really thinking about anything else. And that was a mistake. Because the forest next to McKinley High School was creepy. There had been stories about the things that lived in that forest, but Will had never taken those stories seriously. He paused as he walked, noticing that it was a full moon and taking the time to appreciate it. Once again, he wished he had Finn there with him - the moon was beautiful, but somehow made him feel lonely. And then he heard a low growl.
He turned around and blinked. He couldn't believe his eyes. There was a wolf standing about ten feet away from him, but it was no normal wolf. It was at least double the size of any wolf he'd ever seen, and its fur was as black as night. And it was growling at him.
Will backed up, slowly, hoping that he'd be able to make it to his car, but the wolf came closer. Will was almost at his car when the wolf jumped at him - and Will knew that he was a goner - when amazingly, another wolf, even bigger, jumped out of nowhere and knocked the first wolf over. The two wolves fought, growling, and the second one, the larger one with brown fur, was clearly in the lead. Will was mesmerized - he'd never expected to see anything like this outside of some sort of horror movie. Eventually the black-furred wolf limped away, still growling, while the brown-furred one turned to Will. Will backed away, but then noticed that the wolf didn't look angry, or like it was going to cause any harm - it looked curious. It seemed to be examining Will, almost as if it wanted to make sure that he was alright. And one of its front legs was bleeding.
"Are you okay?" Will asked it, despite how foolish those words were. "Thanks for saving me. I really think you saved my life."
The wolf, obviously, didn't respond. Because it was a wolf. With eyes that looked like Finn's.
"You're bleeding. You should take care of that."
And then sense caught up to him. Will realized that he was talking to a gigantic, potentially dangerous wolf, and quickly ran into his car and locked the doors. He watched it a moment longer - its fur was just the color of Finn's hair.
--
The next day at school, Finn looked exhausted, but still happy to see Will when he stopped by his office in the morning.
"Hey," Will said, embracing him. "You won't believe what happened to me last night."
"Oh?" Finn yawned, resting his head on Will's shoulder. "What?"
Will ran a hand through Finn's hair. He thought about how, once Finn moved in with him, he'd make sure the boy got more sleep. "A giant wolf attacked me. Well, tried to. Then another wolf came and fought it off."
Finn huffed out a laugh. "I think you've been watching too many bad movies." He kissed Will's cheek and then pulled away. "Augh. I hate the school part of school."
Will noticed something. "Hey, pull up your sleeve... are you bleeding?"
Finn shrugged. "I dunno, maybe."
Will pulled up the sleeve. "You are! You..." He laughed, somewhat hysterically. "Okay, for a second there, I had the craziest thought that you were the wolf from last night."
"Yeah, that is crazy," Finn replied, in a high, strange-sounding voice. "Seriously, I thought I didn't get enough sleep - I think you didn't get enough sleep."
Will looked at him closely. "Yeah..."
"You should like, take a nap or something. I think you had a bad dream. Yeah. I'll see you later..."
"Finn, wait."
Finn paused, one hand already on the door. "What?"
"Finn, I'm going to ask you a question, and whatever answer you give me, I'm going to believe, okay? Because I trust you. And then I won't ask again."
Finn continued to stare at the door. "Okay."
Will took another step closer. "Finn, I know this is crazy, but... are you a werewolf?"
Finn didn't lie - he didn't answer. He didn't need to. The answer was in the way his shoulders started shaking, the way that he tried, in vain, to hide his sobs. Will put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him, and then thinking better of it, turned him around and pulled him into his arms. "Finn," he whispered, kissing his temple. "Finn, shhh. It's okay."
"It's not," Finn muttered, clutching Will's shirt by the handful. "It's not. I... I got bit when I was twelve. And I'm not like, vicious or anything - some werewolves are, but only if they want to be, but I don't want to be. But... I'm still a freak! And I knew I'd have to tell you eventually but I thought maybe I wouldn't, maybe I could just go away for one day every month. I just... fuck, Will, I don't want to lose you! I didn't know what to do!"
Will rocked him back and forth, occasionally kissing his forehead or temple. "Shhh, Finn, it's okay. It is. I won't leave you, okay? You said you're not vicious - last night, you saved my life, didn't you? And I love you. Your... furry little problem isn't going to change that. It's just like anything else. It's okay."
"It is?" Finn asked, pulling away and looking into Will's eyes skeptically. "I mean... how? It's why my dad left. It upset him so much that he decided he was just done. My mom makes me leave the house for it, because it upsets her so much."
"You're still you, Finn. That hasn't changed, right? It would take a lot more than this for me to give you up."
--
Despite the rather tremendous revelation, things didn't change that much - well, except Will noticed things about Finn. Little things that had been there all along, but had never really mattered until now.
Like the fact that Finn really liked meat - particularly raw meat, particularly lots of it. The way he always sniffed things - like food before eating it, or clothes before wearing them - or Will's skin. Finn loved to nuzzle Will's skin, inhaling his scent. That Finn really loved the character of Remus Lupin from Harry Potter, but hated Twilight with a passion. And he was warm all the time. Seriously - his body was practically a furnace. They didn't need blankets on the bed at night, because Will could just snuggle up to Finn and be fine. Apparently, all those times when they'd used blankets before, Finn was doing it for Will's benefit, just to try to appear normal.
Eventually, though, the end of the month came, and Will noticed that Finn became more tense, and more emotional.
"So what do you do for the full moon?" Will asked, the night before. "How do you spend the time, I mean."
Finn lay on the floor next to him, trying to stretch - the coming of the full moon meant that his muscles were aching in anticipation of the change. "Running around? The thing is that if the werewolf's mind isn't constantly like, stimulated and stuff, then it gets all angry and violent. So you gotta keep moving."
"So you just run in circles?"
"Pretty much. Save the occasional damsel in distress."
Will glared at him, but there was no heat behind it. Finn just smiled back, still laying on the floor.
Will lay on the floor next to him, resting his head on Finn's chest. Finn wrapped an arm around him and smelled his hair. "Could I... spend some of that time with you, maybe?"
Finn tensed. "Um... why? Why would you want to?"
"Well, you're not vicious, right? And it must get boring. And... I dunno. Otherwise I'll just be wondering what you're doing. My parents, actually, have a pretty big backyard, so I was thinking we could go there..."
"Won't your parents be there, though?"
Will smirked at him, slyly. "I may have given them theater tickets in Columbus for their anniversary. And reserved them a hotel room."
"You did?! Will, that's crazy! You can't do that every month, you know."
"I know. But I could do it this month. And..." He bit his lip. "I mean, it wasn't safe for you, last time, was it? There was that other mean werewolf. You got hurt." He squeezed Finn's hand. "I want to make sure you're safe."
"Honestly, I don't think that's something you can control. More like the other way around."
"I know, but I can try." He snuggled closer. "You can't blame me for wanting to take care of you."
Finn pulled Will into a kiss. "Yeah, okay."
--
Will's parents' house was pretty small, and not very nice, but it had a big backyard. That was the important part. And Will had a bag of dog toys, even though he wasn't quite sure how he was going to use them. He'd considered dog biscuits too, but then remembered that this was still Finn, and he wasn't a dog anyway. He was a werewolf.
Finn glanced at the quickly darkening sky. "Alright. You wait inside, and then you can come out when I paw at the door, okay?"
Will frowned. "I can't watch the transformation?"
Finn bit his lip. "You wouldn't want to. It's... it's kinda painful. Really painful, actually, and there's nothing you can do to make it less. And..." He looked away, and sighed. "I mean, I scream. Because my body is like, doubling in size, and my bones are rearranging themselves, and I... I don't think I could like, hold it in. You don't need to see all of that."
"So I should just leave you alone while you're going through all of that?"
"It doesn't last very long anyway, and I swear, there's nothing you can do."
Will frowned. He walked into the yard and sat on the grass, staring up at the sky. Finn sat next to him and sighed. "C'mon, Will, go inside."
Will wrapped an arm around him. "If it gets to be too much, maybe, but otherwise... I can't." He kissed Finn, slowly. "I can't leave you like that."
They kissed for a few more minutes, until Finn pulled away quickly. "I... it's coming. I can feel it." He stood up and started pacing the yard. "You can... you can go inside. You should go inside." Will watched him, silently, watched as Finn became more agitated. He jumped up, wanting to go over, but Finn saw him and shook his head. "Nothing you can do. Okay. Okay... I--" Will gasped as Finn closed his eyes and screamed. He fell to his knees, and grabbed the back of his neck, clearly in horrible pain. He looked over at Will, and their eyes met one last time. "Love you," he gasped, painfully.
And then his body changed. His limbs lengthened, and the boxers, which were the only article of clothing he was still wearing, ripped off him. Fur spread across his body. It was quick - Will couldn't comprehend it, there was just too much going on for him to be able to make sense of it all - and then Finn was gone, and the wolf stood in his place, shaking, clearly trying to get control of itself.
Will walked over to it, carefully, wanting to comfort the animal. He reached out a hand and started stroking its fur, slowly. The wolf looked at him with Finn's eyes, and nuzzled him, and it was then that Will realized that he'd been crying. And... he was getting comforted by a werewolf. He wrapped his arms around the wolf's neck, trying to hug it, even if that was a very ridiculous pursuit, all things considered. But for a moment, it worked.
And then the wolf pulled away, and started running laps around the yard. Was it a wolf - or was it just a giant dog? Will wasn't sure. It was just that the wolf wasn't vicious at all. It actually looked pleased to be able to stretch its legs.
And then the wolf came over to him and barked. Will smiled and scratched behind its ears. But then the wolf barked again, and pawed his chest (practically making Will fall over) and Will realized - it wanted to play.
Will looked inside the bag from the pet store and pulled out a ball. The wolf wagged its tail and Will threw it as far as he could. The wolf chased it across the yard, grabbed it in its mouth, and then ran back, dropping the ball at Will's feet proudly.
That went on for about an hour, the wolf looking equally proud of itself each time it returned the ball. And yes, it got a bit boring, but Will knew that he had to keep the wolf constantly stimulated. Eventually, though, his arm just wouldn't work anymore. He needed a break. The wolf looked at him, clearly wanting him to throw the ball again, but Will scratched its head instead. "Sorry, pup. Arm's tired. Let's see... what else have I got in here?" He rummaged through his bag and pulled out another toy. It has holes on either side, and peanut butter in the middle. The idea was that the dog could amuse itself while trying to get the peanut butter out of the middle. Will held the toy out. "What do you think of this?"
The wolf sniffed it, and then grabbed it out of Will's hand and started playing with it. Will took the opportunity to grab a blanket out of the bag, spread it out on the grass, and curl up on it. It was late, after all, and he was tired. He hadn't really considered that he'd be staying up all night. And so he closed his eyes, figuring that maybe he could catch a few minutes of shut eye.
He woke up a while later, and it was warmer than he remembered. It was also softer. Wait, what? He opened his eyes and realized that the wolf was curled around him, protectively - not sleeping, just keeping a close watch. Will buried his face in the wolf's fur. He loved that even in wolf form, Finn still knew who he was, still would do anything to protect him.
He scratched the wolf's stomach and it growled appreciatively. Will glanced up at the sky. He could see the sky becoming lighter around the line of the horizon, and he knew that soon, Finn would change back into a very tired boy. He stood up and stretched, and the wolf watched him. It got up and began running around the yard again, in circles. Will frowned. He wondered if the change back would be just as painful, and then realized that yes, it probably would be. That became even more obvious when the wolf stopped running, and its limbs started trembling again. Will stood by it and stroked its fur, slowly. The wolf whimpered, and Will noticed that it was shrinking, the fur was retracting, and it let out an ungodly howl. "Finn, Finn," Will whispered, into its ear. "Shh, Finn, it's okay." And then a few minutes later his arms were filled with Finn, who was naked, and shaking in his arms, and leaning against him heavily.
It took a few minutes after that for Finn to come back to himself fully and Will was there the whole time, stroking his back and whispering comforting words into his ear. He stood limply, and then straightened, his arms tightening. "Will," he muttered, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat and then tried again, pulling away to look at Will's face. "Hey."
"Hey," Will whispered, stroking his cheek. "You okay?"
Finn nodded. "Just... sore... and tired."
"I bet." Will wrapped the blanket around Finn gently, and then led him to his car. "Let's go back to my place and you can sleep as long as you want, okay?"
"Mmmkay."
Finn was only semiconscious, if that, as Will led him to his car, buckled him in, and drove back to his apartment. Even as they walked up the steps, Finn didn't say much. But that was fine. Will had gotten some sleep, yes, but he was tired too, and he was relieved when the two of them were finally curled together in his bed.
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It was afternoon when Finn finally woke up. Will thought about how hard it must have been when he had to wake up earlier for school after spending a night alone. The very thought made him tighten his arm around Finn protectively. "You're here," Finn murmured.
"I am," Will replied, kissing him.
"I'm in your bed," he said, looking around. "How'd I get here?"
"You don't remember? I brought you here. How do you usually get home?"
Finn shrugged. "I dunno. I guess I stumble home or something. I mean... after the moon comes out, I don't remember much."
"Really? But I mean... we played. You protected me. That just... you didn't know that was me?"
"No! I mean... I think the wolf knows. Because the wolf is still me, you know? I just don't remember it very well later, it's all blurry, but... even if I'm a wolf, you're still you. I don't think I could ever not care about you, no matter what form I am."
Will kissed him tenderly. "I always wanted a dog," Will said, thoughtfully. "But my Mom is allergic. And they're not allowed in this apartment building."
Finn laughed. "So instead, you get me, once a month. You're seriously cool with all of this? If you're not, trust me, I'd more than understand..."
"Finn," Will said, kissing him softly. "I am okay with you being a werewolf. You're you. I love you."
Finn pressed his nose into Will's neck and inhaled, which always seemed to relax him. He nodded, hugging Will tight. "You're the first person who's ever been totally okay with this," he said, his voice muffled a little. "So I need to get used to it. I thought I'd always have to hide it."
"But instead, you don't, and I get my pet dog. So it works out for everyone."
Finn laughed. "Pretty much."
So yeah. That was ridiculous, and I am so, so sorry. I actually have more ideas, so if this somehow got a positive response, I could write more. I'll be checking glee_anon for people making fun of me.
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