Lonely Rivers Flow to the Sea - Glee - Finn/Kurt
Title: Lonely Rivers Flow to the Sea
Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Word Count: 1397
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to 1x18.
A/N: Written for the citrus_taste prompt, "Movie Scene Reenactment", but the boys were far too busy being cute to get fleshy. AU in that Finn/Kurt is already established. The scene is taken from "Ghost".
Summary: Upon seeing that Kurt has been upset for a couple of weeks, Finn attempts a romantic gesture to cheer him up. Unfortunately, pottery wheels are a lot harder to operate than they look.
Finn's mom is going to kill him when she sees the state of his bedroom.
As it turns out, clay is messy. Really messy. Making pots and stuff is also way harder than it looks. Finn stands near his closed bedroom door and stares at the soggy lump of clay on his pottery wheel, sprawled like a deformed alien. The carpet has been splattered with, like, clay-juice, and there are a few blobs scattered on the furniture. It looks like there's been a craft explosion in here.
He stares at the mess with his hands on his hips, brow furrowed. Glaring at the mess doesn't seem to be making it go away any faster.
It isn't helping him to become a master potter either.
This sucks.
*
See, the thing is, Kurt's been kinda sad lately.
Finn's not exactly sure what it's all about, but if he has to take a guess he'll pin it on their parents' relationship with each other. More precisely, he's thinking it's because of the totally gross parental make-out session he and Kurt had accidentally walked in on last week. Which, yeah, was gross.
Or it might be losing out on another solo at glee club, this time to Jesse. Or maybe it's that Kurt and Mercedes have been on shaky ground, friendship-wise, since Finn and Kurt hooked up. Whatever it is, it's not cool. Not at all. Finn isn't gonna stand for anything making Kurt miserable.
But, that's the whole problem: he doesn't know what is making Kurt miserable, so it's not like he can just go and kick a chair at them. Fixing this is harder than that.
So he googled it.
That works on homework, right? Google and Wikipedia, every high school student's best teacher.
Anyway: Google tells him that he ought to try something romantic to cheer Kurt up. A few more clicks later (and a brief distraction taking a quiz titled "What Kind of Boyfriend Are You?!?") he finds a list of romantic ideas.
Which leads to pottery.
Which leads to his room being a mess.
Which, yeah, is totally gonna lead to his mom killing him.
It'll be worth it, he tells himself. If he manages to cheer Kurt up, even a little, then it's gonna be worth being grounded for a year.
*
It's gotta be said that Kurt doesn't seem all that impressed when he first comes up to Finn's bedroom that evening.
In fact, when Finn turns around to see his face after closing his door behind them, Kurt's eyebrow is raised. "What happened in here?" Kurt asks. "It looks like Michelangelo threw up on your floor."
"I have a pottery wheel," Finn says. He points at it as if Kurt might not have noticed it yet. "Mr Ryerson gave it to me for ten dollars and a hug."
A really, really long hug. Finn thinks he's still traumatised.
"Uh-huh?" Kurt looks at the blob of clay that is sitting in the centre of the wheel, dried out by now and cracked like elephant skin. It's the saddest looking non-pot in the world. "Why?"
"You've been sad," Finn points out. Kurt gives a little nose-wrinkle that says that he isn't pleased at all with that observation, but whatever. It's true. Finn has watched the Sherlock Holmes movie enough times to do, like, a ton of deducting. "I wanted to cheer you up. I thought this would help."
"...A pottery wheel?" Kurt takes a step towards it, with his mouth twitching as if he is trying to remember how he is supposed to fake a smile. He's usually pretty experienced at that kind of thing. Too experienced. "That's nice. That's... That's really sweet, Finn."
"It's like the movie," he blurts, with a somewhat panicked wave towards the wheel. The hand gesture doesn't seem to make the blob look any better. "Y'know, the one with the song in the background and Demi Moore with really short hair and stuff."
"Ghost," Kurt provides. He looks back at the wheel as if he is considering it in a new light, and walks towards it until he can brush a feather-light finger across Finn's masterpiece. "You really let Mr Ryerson hug you?"
Finn gives a sheepish, choked laugh. "Yeah. It was weird. And tight. And handsy."
"I thought I was the only one that was supposed to be handsy with you?"
Kurt waggles his eyebrows at him.
It's kind of terrifying.
"Uh, yeah, exactly. That was what- Yeah. Um." He had a point. Finn is pretty sure that he was in complete control of this situation a couple of seconds ago. And, okay, maybe 'control' is stretching it a little bit, but he had known... stuff. Like where he was going and what they were doing and why this had seemed like such a good idea.
"Should we sit down?" Kurt doesn't wait for an answer before he folds onto the stool anyway, sitting in a way that (Finn knows) gets uncomfortable after a little while. It's not fair. In movies, no one ever has to deal with lumpy padding. Kurt doesn't seem to be worrying about it too much. Instead he's busy investigating the wheel itself, prodding at the clay and then investigating the machine. "I've never used one of these before."
"I don't know how it works, honestly. And I couldn't find the right kind of chair-thing." The stool is the only seating-related object in the house that is the right height, and he couldn't find another one, and there's no way the pair of them are going to be able to fit on top of it at once for sexy pottery-related fun. God, this cheering-up method sucks.
Kurt spins around on top of the stool so that he is facing him, neatly folding one leg over the other. He places his hands upon his knees and gives his perfect-princess smile. "You're wonderful."
"It didn't work..."
"You are wonderful," Kurt repeats, before he holds out his hands and gestures for Finn to come over there. Like a well-trained and over-grown puppy, Finn does exactly what he's told. When he's close enough, Kurt captures his hands and slides their fingers together, drawing him close.
Kurt raises his hand and brushes his lips against the back of Finn's knuckles. He's soft and grateful, and even though Finn doesn't think he deserves any gratitude after the fail-a-thon of his plan, he can't really complain. Quietly, he hears it as Kurt begins to hum; he's even able to feel Kurt humming through his lips against his hand.
Takes him a second to recognise the song, but when he does he can't stop grinning. Unchained Melody. He leans down (way down) and rests his forehead against Kurt's, both of them humming and singing whenever Finn can remember the words. He's kinda used to unscheduled musical numbers by now, and the shiny, sparkling look in Kurt's eyes says it's a good call.
Oh my love, my darling.
It may not be a pottery-slick seduction, but Finn doesn't think it matters. When it comes to Kurt, singing is twice as good.
*
Singing leads to kissing, and kissing leads to grinding, and by the end of the evening Finn thinks that this has been his best plan ever. He feels sort of like a genius. It's a first for him.
Stretched out on his bed, Kurt has a content smile on his face, the best expression Finn has seen from him in a long while.
"Next time, can we do Titanic?" Kurt asks.
Finn thinks about it for a second. That's probably gonna be really wet, isn't it? "Can we do it in your bedroom?" he asks. He's still cringing at the thought of his mom discovering the clay-splattered mess up here.
"Sure," Kurt says. "You really think my dad will notice?"
Honestly, Finn has no idea. He's managed to make it through his entire life without watching that movie so he's gonna have to do some research for this one. Maybe it's not gonna involve building a ship inside Kurt's room and flooding it (although, hell, that sounds like it'd be awesome on a Biblical scale) but he thinks he needs to do some research.
"Cool," he says, then pauses. Kurt gives a content sigh, and Finn decides he's got to ask: "After that, can we do Star Wars?"
Kurt grins and rolls over so that he can see Finn clearly. "You bring the light-sabers, and you're on."
Right there and then, Finn decides that his boyfriend is awesome.
(He'll ask about the Leia costume later.)
Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Word Count: 1397
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to 1x18.
A/N: Written for the citrus_taste prompt, "Movie Scene Reenactment", but the boys were far too busy being cute to get fleshy. AU in that Finn/Kurt is already established. The scene is taken from "Ghost".
Summary: Upon seeing that Kurt has been upset for a couple of weeks, Finn attempts a romantic gesture to cheer him up. Unfortunately, pottery wheels are a lot harder to operate than they look.
Finn's mom is going to kill him when she sees the state of his bedroom.
As it turns out, clay is messy. Really messy. Making pots and stuff is also way harder than it looks. Finn stands near his closed bedroom door and stares at the soggy lump of clay on his pottery wheel, sprawled like a deformed alien. The carpet has been splattered with, like, clay-juice, and there are a few blobs scattered on the furniture. It looks like there's been a craft explosion in here.
He stares at the mess with his hands on his hips, brow furrowed. Glaring at the mess doesn't seem to be making it go away any faster.
It isn't helping him to become a master potter either.
This sucks.
*
See, the thing is, Kurt's been kinda sad lately.
Finn's not exactly sure what it's all about, but if he has to take a guess he'll pin it on their parents' relationship with each other. More precisely, he's thinking it's because of the totally gross parental make-out session he and Kurt had accidentally walked in on last week. Which, yeah, was gross.
Or it might be losing out on another solo at glee club, this time to Jesse. Or maybe it's that Kurt and Mercedes have been on shaky ground, friendship-wise, since Finn and Kurt hooked up. Whatever it is, it's not cool. Not at all. Finn isn't gonna stand for anything making Kurt miserable.
But, that's the whole problem: he doesn't know what is making Kurt miserable, so it's not like he can just go and kick a chair at them. Fixing this is harder than that.
So he googled it.
That works on homework, right? Google and Wikipedia, every high school student's best teacher.
Anyway: Google tells him that he ought to try something romantic to cheer Kurt up. A few more clicks later (and a brief distraction taking a quiz titled "What Kind of Boyfriend Are You?!?") he finds a list of romantic ideas.
Which leads to pottery.
Which leads to his room being a mess.
Which, yeah, is totally gonna lead to his mom killing him.
It'll be worth it, he tells himself. If he manages to cheer Kurt up, even a little, then it's gonna be worth being grounded for a year.
*
It's gotta be said that Kurt doesn't seem all that impressed when he first comes up to Finn's bedroom that evening.
In fact, when Finn turns around to see his face after closing his door behind them, Kurt's eyebrow is raised. "What happened in here?" Kurt asks. "It looks like Michelangelo threw up on your floor."
"I have a pottery wheel," Finn says. He points at it as if Kurt might not have noticed it yet. "Mr Ryerson gave it to me for ten dollars and a hug."
A really, really long hug. Finn thinks he's still traumatised.
"Uh-huh?" Kurt looks at the blob of clay that is sitting in the centre of the wheel, dried out by now and cracked like elephant skin. It's the saddest looking non-pot in the world. "Why?"
"You've been sad," Finn points out. Kurt gives a little nose-wrinkle that says that he isn't pleased at all with that observation, but whatever. It's true. Finn has watched the Sherlock Holmes movie enough times to do, like, a ton of deducting. "I wanted to cheer you up. I thought this would help."
"...A pottery wheel?" Kurt takes a step towards it, with his mouth twitching as if he is trying to remember how he is supposed to fake a smile. He's usually pretty experienced at that kind of thing. Too experienced. "That's nice. That's... That's really sweet, Finn."
"It's like the movie," he blurts, with a somewhat panicked wave towards the wheel. The hand gesture doesn't seem to make the blob look any better. "Y'know, the one with the song in the background and Demi Moore with really short hair and stuff."
"Ghost," Kurt provides. He looks back at the wheel as if he is considering it in a new light, and walks towards it until he can brush a feather-light finger across Finn's masterpiece. "You really let Mr Ryerson hug you?"
Finn gives a sheepish, choked laugh. "Yeah. It was weird. And tight. And handsy."
"I thought I was the only one that was supposed to be handsy with you?"
Kurt waggles his eyebrows at him.
It's kind of terrifying.
"Uh, yeah, exactly. That was what- Yeah. Um." He had a point. Finn is pretty sure that he was in complete control of this situation a couple of seconds ago. And, okay, maybe 'control' is stretching it a little bit, but he had known... stuff. Like where he was going and what they were doing and why this had seemed like such a good idea.
"Should we sit down?" Kurt doesn't wait for an answer before he folds onto the stool anyway, sitting in a way that (Finn knows) gets uncomfortable after a little while. It's not fair. In movies, no one ever has to deal with lumpy padding. Kurt doesn't seem to be worrying about it too much. Instead he's busy investigating the wheel itself, prodding at the clay and then investigating the machine. "I've never used one of these before."
"I don't know how it works, honestly. And I couldn't find the right kind of chair-thing." The stool is the only seating-related object in the house that is the right height, and he couldn't find another one, and there's no way the pair of them are going to be able to fit on top of it at once for sexy pottery-related fun. God, this cheering-up method sucks.
Kurt spins around on top of the stool so that he is facing him, neatly folding one leg over the other. He places his hands upon his knees and gives his perfect-princess smile. "You're wonderful."
"It didn't work..."
"You are wonderful," Kurt repeats, before he holds out his hands and gestures for Finn to come over there. Like a well-trained and over-grown puppy, Finn does exactly what he's told. When he's close enough, Kurt captures his hands and slides their fingers together, drawing him close.
Kurt raises his hand and brushes his lips against the back of Finn's knuckles. He's soft and grateful, and even though Finn doesn't think he deserves any gratitude after the fail-a-thon of his plan, he can't really complain. Quietly, he hears it as Kurt begins to hum; he's even able to feel Kurt humming through his lips against his hand.
Takes him a second to recognise the song, but when he does he can't stop grinning. Unchained Melody. He leans down (way down) and rests his forehead against Kurt's, both of them humming and singing whenever Finn can remember the words. He's kinda used to unscheduled musical numbers by now, and the shiny, sparkling look in Kurt's eyes says it's a good call.
Oh my love, my darling.
It may not be a pottery-slick seduction, but Finn doesn't think it matters. When it comes to Kurt, singing is twice as good.
*
Singing leads to kissing, and kissing leads to grinding, and by the end of the evening Finn thinks that this has been his best plan ever. He feels sort of like a genius. It's a first for him.
Stretched out on his bed, Kurt has a content smile on his face, the best expression Finn has seen from him in a long while.
"Next time, can we do Titanic?" Kurt asks.
Finn thinks about it for a second. That's probably gonna be really wet, isn't it? "Can we do it in your bedroom?" he asks. He's still cringing at the thought of his mom discovering the clay-splattered mess up here.
"Sure," Kurt says. "You really think my dad will notice?"
Honestly, Finn has no idea. He's managed to make it through his entire life without watching that movie so he's gonna have to do some research for this one. Maybe it's not gonna involve building a ship inside Kurt's room and flooding it (although, hell, that sounds like it'd be awesome on a Biblical scale) but he thinks he needs to do some research.
"Cool," he says, then pauses. Kurt gives a content sigh, and Finn decides he's got to ask: "After that, can we do Star Wars?"
Kurt grins and rolls over so that he can see Finn clearly. "You bring the light-sabers, and you're on."
Right there and then, Finn decides that his boyfriend is awesome.
(He'll ask about the Leia costume later.)