Title: Winter Chill
Author:
darkwords_ifind Rating: PG, few swears
Word Count: 967
Pairing: Will/Finn, mentions of Kurt/Blaine, Puck/Santana, and Artie/Brittany
Summary: Finn doubles as a space heater.
A/N: Pre-slash, slightly fluffy
Spell check beta'ed this for me.
And BTW, I don't own any of this, if I did Finn wouldn't leave my room.
Dedicated to the loverly
tawg and
hopenight for their joint win in the THE PLATINUM SYLVESTER (BEST ANGST) category for
A Ghost Story.
And since there were technically two winners, I have another fic up my sleeve for them, coming soon.
Dusk brought small snow flurries in the November air. Will's heater was on the fritz, he'd been meaning to get it fixed since the first cold snap of the season. But bills had come up, then he got sick, shit happens.
Thank God for Thanksgiving break, Will thought, rubbing his hands together, trying in vain to get them warm. Maybe now he'd have time to get it fixed. His kids had been so excited for the break that he'd given up trying to teach, eventually letting them watch Elf in Spanish. They got a kick out of watching Will Ferrell exclaiming "Buddy el elfo. ¿Cuál es tu color favorito?"
And Will had no homework to grade over the break. It was win-win.
Stopped at a red light, Will noticed one of his students walking along the street. His freshly minted Letterman shone in Will's headlights and the snow settled lightly in his black hair. Will honked and Finn turned, startled. Will waved him over to the car and rolled down the passenger window.
"Hey, you need a ride? It's pretty cold outside. I mean my car's not that much warmer, but at least you'll be out of the snow."
"Well, to tell you the truth, I kinda don't wanna go home just yet. It's date night for mom and Burt and Kurt's taking advantage of the empty house and invited that Blaine kid over. And it's not that I have anything against him, but it's just kinda awkward hearing them make out in the other room. So I was planning on walking over to Puck's to see what he was up to, but he texted me that him and Santana were on a double date with Britt and Artie, which I still find really weird that they're together..."
At this point the light had been green for several moments and the car behind Will began honking impatiently. "Why don't we go to my place? I have hot chocolate and some cake that my mom brought over yesterday."
"You had me at hot chocolate and cake." Finn gave Will a small grin.
Will popped the passenger door and Finn climbed in and tried to close his door.
"You kinda got to lift it and slam it," Will laughed, "this car is a piece of shit."
"Yeah I can tell," Finn said lifting his fingers to the vents, "no heat. Luckily I have superhuman warmth."
Finn reached for Will's hand.
"See? Geez your hands are freezing!" Finn said as he wrapped his hands around Will's smaller one.
"Maybe you should scoot closer, I can use all the heat I can get. My body runs cold, my mom says it's poor circulation. I attribute it to her drinking while she was pregnant." Will laughed hollowly, placing his hand back on the steering wheel.
"I don't mind, if you don't," Finn scooted to the middle seat and huddled close to Will's chilled body, "it'd just be kinda awkward to explain if anyone saw us like this, though."
"Wow, you are warm," Will turned and smiled at the young quarterback. He could feel Finn's thigh burning through his too-thin jeans. "My apartment is just a few blocks up."
"It's cool," Finn smiled, draping his arm behind Will.
Will cuddled against Finn's warmth, slightly regretting that his apartment was so close. It had been a while since he had human contact like this. He pushed down memories of driving Terri to school in the Blue Bomber senior year. Of course it was the opposite, Terri had huddled against him, her hand had rested on his thigh, feeling his muscles contract while he was driving. That memory rose like bile in his throat and he had to swallow it down and casually wipe the tear from his eye like it was no big deal. Terri's lie was still raw, like a scab you couldn't help picking at. Will could pretend for days that it didn't bother him anymore, but he knew that it had bruised him, and right now Finn was a soothing heat pack that dulled the pain. For that he was grateful.
"Mr. Schue, you okay?" Finn asked, noticing a tear.
"Yeah, just cold." Will sniffled.
“My eyes usually water when my nose gets cold,” Finn reached over and touched Will’s nose. “Yep, like ice.”
Will pulled into his parking spot at his complex and gave a pretend smile, burying his pain down to his core, a chill following it.
“Hey, come here,” Finn said pulling Will into a bear hug, rubbing his arms in an attempt to warm him. Will nuzzled into Finn’s neck, comforted by his touch.
“You could always have Burt look at your heater,” Finn said naively, “I’m sure he’d give you a hell of a discount. Especially since you performed at their wedding. And since you’ve been helping Kurt out with the whole Karofsky thing.”
“Yeah,” Will mumbled against Finn, “that sounds like a plan.”
“Is this you?” Finn asked, letting go of Will. “I’m ready for that hot chocolate, but could I make it? Mom always makes it a certain way and it’s really good. I know you’ll love it.”
“That sounds amazing,” Will said, switching the ignition off and opening his door, letting a fresh, icy blast of air into the car. Will stepped out of the car and Finn clamored after him, slamming the door and placing a protective arm around the older man, shielding him from the wind. Will put his arm around Finn’s back and they walked to his door in comfortable silence. The wind whipped through their hair, but neither felt the chill, just the warmth of the other.