Fic: Inside the Closet (Kurt/Finn)
TITLE: Inside the Closet
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Finn and Kurt find themselves locked in the hallway cupboard after snooping for their Christmas presents.
FANDOM: Glee (Kurt/Finn)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
PROMPT: Here @ finnkurt
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for day 20 @ adventchallenge
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“This is my worst nightmare. The absolute worst.”
Finn rolled his eyes. “I’m sure that’s not true.”
“It is. I’m telling you, Finn. I’m about to have a panic attack.” Kurt took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s going to be so embarrassing when we die in here.”
“We’re not going to die.”
“But what if we do?” Kurt demanded, pacing back and forth in the tiny space. “Then our parents will have to tell the whole school that we died locked in the hallway closet. We’re not even in here for a cool reason.”
“Sneaking a peak at Christmas presents is cool.”
“When you were five-years-old, it may have been cool. At seventeen, it’s more than a little lame.”
“You’re the one who was so excited to see if your dad managed to find that bag you’ve been wanting,” Finn said, watching Kurt pace. “And will you sit down, you’re freaking me out. Just relax. Burt will be home soon and we’ll get out of here.”
Kurt groaned, leaning back against the door and sliding down the expanse until he was seated on the ground amongst all their shoes. “It smells in here.”
“Shh,” Finn murmured, his eyes closed. “Just relax.”
Kurt stretched out his legs, his shoes brushing Finn’s. “Fine, I’m relaxed.”
“Good.”
They were both quiet for a moment.
“I kind of feel like I’m thirteen at some lame party doing Seven-Minutes-in-Heaven,” Finn murmured.
Kurt ran his fingers along one of the coat sleeves above his head. “Why?”
“Why else would I be in a closet?”
“Maybe you’re trying to find your way out,” Kurt smiled, amused by his own wittiness.
“Do you just make a gay joke?”
Kurt’s smile widened. “Oh c’mon, you had to know that was coming.”
Finn chuckled. “Yeah, okay, I walked right into that one.”
“I never played Seven-Minutes-in-Heaven.” Kurt mused after a moment.
“Never?”
“Nope.”
“Well, I’d play it with you, but you know...”
“Yeah. We’d have to get you out of the closet to play that with me.” Kurt’s smile started out small and then continued to grow until he was laughing.
Finn rolled his eyes. “Lame, Hummel.”
“Oh come on.” Kurt laughed. “We’re locked in a cupboard, everything is allowed to be ten times funnier than it usually is.”
Finn tipped his head back, leaning heavily into the wall. A small smile played at the corners of his lips.
“See,” Kurt grinned. “Hilarious.”
“It was okay,” Finn admitted. “Now get up, I’m going to bust us out of here.”
“Excellent. It’s stuffy in here.”
END
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Finn and Kurt find themselves locked in the hallway cupboard after snooping for their Christmas presents.
FANDOM: Glee (Kurt/Finn)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
PROMPT: Here @ finnkurt
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for day 20 @ adventchallenge
***
“This is my worst nightmare. The absolute worst.”
Finn rolled his eyes. “I’m sure that’s not true.”
“It is. I’m telling you, Finn. I’m about to have a panic attack.” Kurt took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s going to be so embarrassing when we die in here.”
“We’re not going to die.”
“But what if we do?” Kurt demanded, pacing back and forth in the tiny space. “Then our parents will have to tell the whole school that we died locked in the hallway closet. We’re not even in here for a cool reason.”
“Sneaking a peak at Christmas presents is cool.”
“When you were five-years-old, it may have been cool. At seventeen, it’s more than a little lame.”
“You’re the one who was so excited to see if your dad managed to find that bag you’ve been wanting,” Finn said, watching Kurt pace. “And will you sit down, you’re freaking me out. Just relax. Burt will be home soon and we’ll get out of here.”
Kurt groaned, leaning back against the door and sliding down the expanse until he was seated on the ground amongst all their shoes. “It smells in here.”
“Shh,” Finn murmured, his eyes closed. “Just relax.”
Kurt stretched out his legs, his shoes brushing Finn’s. “Fine, I’m relaxed.”
“Good.”
They were both quiet for a moment.
“I kind of feel like I’m thirteen at some lame party doing Seven-Minutes-in-Heaven,” Finn murmured.
Kurt ran his fingers along one of the coat sleeves above his head. “Why?”
“Why else would I be in a closet?”
“Maybe you’re trying to find your way out,” Kurt smiled, amused by his own wittiness.
“Do you just make a gay joke?”
Kurt’s smile widened. “Oh c’mon, you had to know that was coming.”
Finn chuckled. “Yeah, okay, I walked right into that one.”
“I never played Seven-Minutes-in-Heaven.” Kurt mused after a moment.
“Never?”
“Nope.”
“Well, I’d play it with you, but you know...”
“Yeah. We’d have to get you out of the closet to play that with me.” Kurt’s smile started out small and then continued to grow until he was laughing.
Finn rolled his eyes. “Lame, Hummel.”
“Oh come on.” Kurt laughed. “We’re locked in a cupboard, everything is allowed to be ten times funnier than it usually is.”
Finn tipped his head back, leaning heavily into the wall. A small smile played at the corners of his lips.
“See,” Kurt grinned. “Hilarious.”
“It was okay,” Finn admitted. “Now get up, I’m going to bust us out of here.”
“Excellent. It’s stuffy in here.”
END