Kurt's in his usual spot in the SUV (when they go on "family gatherings" or "family dinners", that is), behind the driver's seat where his father is sitting at the wheel, and to the left of Finn. He's watching out the window as they make the progression towards the annual carnival, half-listening to what Burt is telling Carole, something about the smallest horse in existence, blah de blah.
There's an air of general excitement in the car, but Kurt hasn't decided whether or not he's looking forward to this. He'd been last year when it was just him and his dad and had spent the entire night trying to drag Burt away from all the food stands. ("None of this is organic! Do you realize what you're putting into your body?" - "...what about the deep-fried cheesecake? Cheese is dairy, made out of milk. Milk's good for you.") He can't help but roll his eyes a little at the memory, simultaneous with Carole's laughter from the front of the car
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Finn catches that brief smile and sends back his own, a little lopsided, and brushes the tips of his fingers against the inside of the smaller boy's wrist for just a second, just the tiny moment that their hands bumped together. Innocent as anything, barely enough to be noticed, much less looked at strangely. It's these tiny, stolen moments of affection that Finn likes the most, he thinks--though, of course, the rest of it's pretty great too
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There's an air of general excitement in the car, but Kurt hasn't decided whether or not he's looking forward to this. He'd been last year when it was just him and his dad and had spent the entire night trying to drag Burt away from all the food stands. ("None of this is organic! Do you realize what you're putting into your body?" - "...what about the deep-fried cheesecake? Cheese is dairy, made out of milk. Milk's good for you.") He can't help but roll his eyes a little at the memory, simultaneous with Carole's laughter from the front of the car ( ... )
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