Kiss of life?
Title: Kiss of life?
Author: EighthOctave
Rating: PG (ish)
Character/Pairing: Will/Finn,
Summary: See below
AN: I think this is the best fic i've written in a while and i apologise for spamming winners my fic is crap compared to the likes of dark dreymer, alicebluegown16, Gleeful beat/starryskies and tawg (and all the others just the names that came to mind) so thanks for reading basically.
Loosely based upon this prompt
Medical crisis and Will or Finn is forced to give the other CPR.
Somewhere in the crazy panicked adrenaline rush, the bizarre and fleeting thought that this is not how he wanted their first kiss to go.
Bonus if it all happens in front of the rest of Glee.
You watch his eyes close and spring into action, because he can’t die.
You kneel over him 11 eyes burning into your back, his life is in your hands now.
You don’t realise how badly you’re shaking until you try to shake him, to get a response from him.
You don’t realise you’re holding your breath until you have to give it to him.
You don’t realise how much you love him until you don’t feel his heart beat under you’re palm.
His breath tastes like the slushy he had thrown on his face this morning and teenager, if that was a flavour.
You can smell his aftershave this close, a tangy, masculine scent that is whipping your senses into action.
You’re surprised he wears aftershave, he appears so young.
You feel rough stubble against your lips, he shaves?
Your palm smashes against his chest and soft curses echo through the room. Cries of Wake up you idiot pour from your lips followed by streams of tears.
You glance around and see the horror painted on the faces of the 11 others stood in this room.
You swallow a rack of sobs and push all your weight onto his heart feeling the crack of his rib under your strength. He won’t mind a broken rib if he wakes up.
Your lips find his again and you take steady breaths.
You tilt his head back feeling his Adams apple graze your wrist.
You want to give up so badly.
You want to curl up in the corner.
You don’t want to be the one with the responsibility.
You don’t want to be the hero anymore.
You feel his heart quiver and a small smile erupts onto your face.
You feel a gasp of air escape his lips and you lift your face millimetres away from his and watch.
You watch in awe as his eyes open and he sees you.
His eyes are cloudy as he takes you in.
He mumbles five words as you pull away.
Thank You, I love you.
You sit by as the paramedics take him away and tell you how you saved his life.
You can’t help but wonder if he actually loves you.
You accept hugs from shaking children and tell them he’ll be okay.
You can’t help but wonder if you actually love him.
You smile when you lie in bed and taste the ghostly shadow of his breath on your tongue.
You realise it was him all along.
You realise he’s 18.
He’s going to college soon.
You make a mental note to ask him out when he graduates.
You really do love him, not just fatherly love, something else.
One thought crosses your mind as you drift to sleep.
Was that our first kiss?
Author: EighthOctave
Rating: PG (ish)
Character/Pairing: Will/Finn,
Summary: See below
AN: I think this is the best fic i've written in a while and i apologise for spamming winners my fic is crap compared to the likes of dark dreymer, alicebluegown16, Gleeful beat/starryskies and tawg (and all the others just the names that came to mind) so thanks for reading basically.
Loosely based upon this prompt
Medical crisis and Will or Finn is forced to give the other CPR.
Somewhere in the crazy panicked adrenaline rush, the bizarre and fleeting thought that this is not how he wanted their first kiss to go.
Bonus if it all happens in front of the rest of Glee.
You watch his eyes close and spring into action, because he can’t die.
You kneel over him 11 eyes burning into your back, his life is in your hands now.
You don’t realise how badly you’re shaking until you try to shake him, to get a response from him.
You don’t realise you’re holding your breath until you have to give it to him.
You don’t realise how much you love him until you don’t feel his heart beat under you’re palm.
His breath tastes like the slushy he had thrown on his face this morning and teenager, if that was a flavour.
You can smell his aftershave this close, a tangy, masculine scent that is whipping your senses into action.
You’re surprised he wears aftershave, he appears so young.
You feel rough stubble against your lips, he shaves?
Your palm smashes against his chest and soft curses echo through the room. Cries of Wake up you idiot pour from your lips followed by streams of tears.
You glance around and see the horror painted on the faces of the 11 others stood in this room.
You swallow a rack of sobs and push all your weight onto his heart feeling the crack of his rib under your strength. He won’t mind a broken rib if he wakes up.
Your lips find his again and you take steady breaths.
You tilt his head back feeling his Adams apple graze your wrist.
You want to give up so badly.
You want to curl up in the corner.
You don’t want to be the one with the responsibility.
You don’t want to be the hero anymore.
You feel his heart quiver and a small smile erupts onto your face.
You feel a gasp of air escape his lips and you lift your face millimetres away from his and watch.
You watch in awe as his eyes open and he sees you.
His eyes are cloudy as he takes you in.
He mumbles five words as you pull away.
Thank You, I love you.
You sit by as the paramedics take him away and tell you how you saved his life.
You can’t help but wonder if he actually loves you.
You accept hugs from shaking children and tell them he’ll be okay.
You can’t help but wonder if you actually love him.
You smile when you lie in bed and taste the ghostly shadow of his breath on your tongue.
You realise it was him all along.
You realise he’s 18.
He’s going to college soon.
You make a mental note to ask him out when he graduates.
You really do love him, not just fatherly love, something else.
One thought crosses your mind as you drift to sleep.
Was that our first kiss?