V-DAY EXCHANGE FIC! What You Need, for omnisilver
Title: What You Need
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Finn Hudson and Kurt Hummel
Warnings: None
Word count:1699
Recipient: omnisilver
Disclaimer: Definitely do not own Glee.
Summary: Finn is all packed for Regionals, there's just one thing he's forgotten...
A/N: Perhaps not quite what was asked for, but I hope I got enough of it in. This is a bit cheesy, but hopefully not more so than the show.
Finn’s mom packed his bag, but the night before the big day he’s staring into it and concentrating harder than he normally does for anything. His mom has put his socks in all rolled up, his underwear folded, his shirts pressed more than he’d like. He knows there’s some money tucked in with one pair of socks, for emergencies, although he’ll probably just spend it at the hotel snack machines.
There’s something nagging at him. He feels now a bit like he feels when he’s in the grasp of the other team and he’s trying his hardest to make a touchdown anyway. Like he’s being dragged down no matter how hard he pulls.
He shouldn’t feel this way, not now of all times. Glee is going to Regionals - and they deserve it.
He deserves it. Still, Finn sits on his bed next to the suitcase and rests his head in his hands.
Things had turned bad so fast. So okay - things hadn’t been great, but they hadn’t been so awful, hanging heavy on his chest like they were now. Sure he’d been scared and confused, about being a dad (him, Finn, a dad!), but dammit, he’d loved Drizzle, and Drizzle wasn’t even his. It had all been lies, all of it, from everybody. Now Quinn was camped out in his basement and he had to look at her face every day, her pregnant belly, had to hear his mom coo over what she thought was her grandchild.
“Finn?” Kurt stood in Finn’s doorway, looking awkward. “Your mom let me in.”
Finn just looked morosely at him. He’d been as angry with Kurt as he had been with everybody else, but - well, Kurt seemed to be the only one who actively working for his forgiveness. Plus, it was hard to stay mad at a boy-doll who wore makeup and boots with heels.
They were silent for a while. Kurt plucked nervously at his no doubt super expensive and designer sweater until he zeroed in on Finn’s suitcase. “All ready for Regionals then?
“Yes.” Finn sighed and then reversed himself, “No.”
He hadn't even wanted to go to sectionals, so blindsided by all that was happening. But standing on that stage, no matter how he'd felt, had been exactly what had kept him in Glee in the first place. It was all about a sense of belonging, of being special. Even going to practice these days he still felt good, although looking at Puck or Quinn usually dropped his stomach. Regionals would be ten times worse than that. It would be hard, harder than being used by adults like pawns and having their songs stolen. Finn wasn't even sure they had what it took to win but he had thought he wanted to at least try. He wasn't so sure anymore.
"I don't think I want to go." Finn admitted.
Kurt sat on the edge of Finn's bed, the suitcase between them. He had been here a few times before - he looked at the dirty socks and dishes with a sort of resigned acceptance. "Not going to Regionals? Why on earth not?"
"What's the point?" Finn grumbled. "I can't even stand to be in the same room as Quinn or Puck or Rachel, and sometimes I even get mad looking at you!"
Kurt flinched a bit. "I said I was sorry."
"I know!" Finn exploded, throwing his hands out. Then with a superhuman effort he reigned himself. "It's not that -- I mean, you’ve been a lot of help. If it wasn't for you I'd probably just be here by myself all the time. It's just, I used to want us to win so bad, and sometimes I still do, but now...it gives me a headache."
Headache wasn't just the word for it, for what he was feeling. It seemed that it was more like heartache or soul ache but still Finn was just a teenage boy. All he knew was that he wasn't happy that he missed a baby who he'd never even met. The worst part of all, the thing that hurt more than anything was that the people he'd thought were the closest to him had lied through their teeth and broken his tender trust.
When Kurt frowned it took up his whole face. For countless mornings, Finn had been exposed to that exact same frown which Kurt wore time after time as he was cruelly and unceremoniously dumped into that smelly dumpster. Put simply, Kurt was probably the only friend he had right now.
"Glee can't win without you." Kurt said cautiously, testing the unknown waters of Finn’s strange mood.
"Glee probably won't win one way or another. You know we can't beat Vocal Adrenaline."
Then again, it was hard to think of Vocal Adrenaline as people. They were more like robots that could sing and dance and practice non-stop. Finn doubted any of them ever got into a situation even remotely like this one and if they did their choices would most likely be infinitely more cold blooded than his in the same circumstances.
“So what - I should just go because everybody else needs me?” He could hear the distinct whine in his voice and he cringed a little at the sound.
Kurt sighed and fiddled with the zipper on Finn’s bag. “That’s not what I meant, Finn. You’re part of the team.”
Finn didn’t mean to sound hateful, but the more he thought about it, everything-Glee, Regionals, the baby, his choices which he wasn’t sure any more were actual choices-they were all beginning to appear pointless. With a jolt of recognition, he realized the real problem in his life at this precise moment and for the foreseeable future was that nothing was right, nothing was good, nothing made him happy. Plain and simple, he felt hopeless.
“No, not entirely that,” he thought pensively, looking over at Kurt’s bent head.
Kurt made him feel better, made Finn believe that maybe someday, somehow things could and would work out. Kurt was the walking, talking, breathing embodiment of hope. If he could survive everything that the world, society, school, his peers threw at him and still be open, be vulnerable, still possess faith then what on earth did Finn have to complain about. Maybe that was it, the missing piece, maybe it was here in the basement with him, sitting on his bed and trying in his fumbling way to make him feel better about things when their roles should be reversed. Suddenly, Finn felt lighter, felt as though an unknown load had dropped from his shoulders, felt…dare he think it-happier.
“What?” Kurt asked, touching his carefully placed bangs.
Finn was staring, perhaps a bit dumbly. He could even see the pink flush rising up on Kurt’s face from the attention.
“Is there something on my face?” Kurt asked, now a bit panicked.
It reminded Finn of why the football players had picked on Kurt in the first place. They had picked on a lot of people, but Kurt had earned his own morning ritual just by being himself. Even repeated forced dumpster diving hadn’t made him change. He still wore Marc Jacobs and Prada and, of all things, a corset. Sometimes Finn just wished he had half the balls that Kurt did - maybe then he wouldn’t get lead into such screwed up situations in the first place.
“Do you think we could win?” Finn questioned.
Something flitted across Kurt’s face, a cross between a bit of his own diva ego and pure realism. “Well…” he sighed, mouth all screwed up in a scowl. “Even if we don’t, then at least we will have tried, you know?”
At least we will have tried, Finn thought. Trying to be a good boyfriend had never been enough for Quinn, trying to win a game had never been enough for the football team. But Kurt said trying like maybe he held it right up there next to winning.
“Really?” something good inside of him was stirring, tugging up the corners of his lips.
Kurt gave him an honest, wide smile. “Really. If Glee is there, all of Glee - “he sent Finn a pointed look. “And we try our best and have a good time, that’s a happy ending.”
Slowly, Finn nodded his head, it all made perfect sense, like something Coach Tanaka would growl out at his players, “Win or lose, one thing is for Goddamn sure, you can’t do either if you don’t play!”
“You’re right,” he said jumping off of the bed, his eyes sparkling with some new found something that he couldn’t have named if he tried.
“I am?” Kirk said, he was evidently startled at Finn’s unexpected 180 degrees turn of mood.
“You bet you are,” Finn said reaching out his hand and drawing the other boy up to stand next to him. “You, me, the team-we’re going to Regionals. We’re going to do our best and who knows…” he paused, his eyes crinkling as he grinned mischievously down at the smaller boy, “Maybe something will happen to Vocal Adrenaline, they’ll sprain their vocal cords or something. Either way we’re going and we’re gonna have fun!” It was a clear cut declaration of Finn’s sudden and unexpected-most particularly to himself-reinstatement of hope.
“What, you thinking of putting hot sauce on their eggs or something?” Kirk asked him, his face clearly showing how he was torn between outrage and glee at the idea.
“You never know,” Finn said nonchalantly as he slung his arm across Kirk’s thin shoulders.
It was an entirely unpremeditated action but something about it felt totally right, even the slightly astonished stare he got from the other boy, all raised eyebrows and open mouth as he absorbed the impact of the weight across his shoulders. It was the same arm that not so long ago had been raised against him in perpetual violence. After all, if that dynamic could be so altered out of all recognition, if their relationship could evolve so radically then he supposed, really imagined for the first time that anything was possible. As they stepped outside, the signs were clear, the sky sailed above them, blue, unsullied and cloudless.
Rating(s) requested (G-NC-17): Any.
Character(s) or pairing(s): Finn/Kurt, or anything with Kurt or Finn. A Puck/Kurt would be cool, too.
Prompts (minimum of 3, no maximum!):
1. Road Trip! Escaping from Lima, after Sectionals. They come back, closer than ever, with a secret in hand.
2. "This egg will be your baby" project. Kurt and Finn are partners.
3. Finn has packed most of what he needs for Regionals, except the most important thing.
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Finn Hudson and Kurt Hummel
Warnings: None
Word count:1699
Recipient: omnisilver
Disclaimer: Definitely do not own Glee.
Summary: Finn is all packed for Regionals, there's just one thing he's forgotten...
A/N: Perhaps not quite what was asked for, but I hope I got enough of it in. This is a bit cheesy, but hopefully not more so than the show.
Finn’s mom packed his bag, but the night before the big day he’s staring into it and concentrating harder than he normally does for anything. His mom has put his socks in all rolled up, his underwear folded, his shirts pressed more than he’d like. He knows there’s some money tucked in with one pair of socks, for emergencies, although he’ll probably just spend it at the hotel snack machines.
There’s something nagging at him. He feels now a bit like he feels when he’s in the grasp of the other team and he’s trying his hardest to make a touchdown anyway. Like he’s being dragged down no matter how hard he pulls.
He shouldn’t feel this way, not now of all times. Glee is going to Regionals - and they deserve it.
He deserves it. Still, Finn sits on his bed next to the suitcase and rests his head in his hands.
Things had turned bad so fast. So okay - things hadn’t been great, but they hadn’t been so awful, hanging heavy on his chest like they were now. Sure he’d been scared and confused, about being a dad (him, Finn, a dad!), but dammit, he’d loved Drizzle, and Drizzle wasn’t even his. It had all been lies, all of it, from everybody. Now Quinn was camped out in his basement and he had to look at her face every day, her pregnant belly, had to hear his mom coo over what she thought was her grandchild.
“Finn?” Kurt stood in Finn’s doorway, looking awkward. “Your mom let me in.”
Finn just looked morosely at him. He’d been as angry with Kurt as he had been with everybody else, but - well, Kurt seemed to be the only one who actively working for his forgiveness. Plus, it was hard to stay mad at a boy-doll who wore makeup and boots with heels.
They were silent for a while. Kurt plucked nervously at his no doubt super expensive and designer sweater until he zeroed in on Finn’s suitcase. “All ready for Regionals then?
“Yes.” Finn sighed and then reversed himself, “No.”
He hadn't even wanted to go to sectionals, so blindsided by all that was happening. But standing on that stage, no matter how he'd felt, had been exactly what had kept him in Glee in the first place. It was all about a sense of belonging, of being special. Even going to practice these days he still felt good, although looking at Puck or Quinn usually dropped his stomach. Regionals would be ten times worse than that. It would be hard, harder than being used by adults like pawns and having their songs stolen. Finn wasn't even sure they had what it took to win but he had thought he wanted to at least try. He wasn't so sure anymore.
"I don't think I want to go." Finn admitted.
Kurt sat on the edge of Finn's bed, the suitcase between them. He had been here a few times before - he looked at the dirty socks and dishes with a sort of resigned acceptance. "Not going to Regionals? Why on earth not?"
"What's the point?" Finn grumbled. "I can't even stand to be in the same room as Quinn or Puck or Rachel, and sometimes I even get mad looking at you!"
Kurt flinched a bit. "I said I was sorry."
"I know!" Finn exploded, throwing his hands out. Then with a superhuman effort he reigned himself. "It's not that -- I mean, you’ve been a lot of help. If it wasn't for you I'd probably just be here by myself all the time. It's just, I used to want us to win so bad, and sometimes I still do, but now...it gives me a headache."
Headache wasn't just the word for it, for what he was feeling. It seemed that it was more like heartache or soul ache but still Finn was just a teenage boy. All he knew was that he wasn't happy that he missed a baby who he'd never even met. The worst part of all, the thing that hurt more than anything was that the people he'd thought were the closest to him had lied through their teeth and broken his tender trust.
When Kurt frowned it took up his whole face. For countless mornings, Finn had been exposed to that exact same frown which Kurt wore time after time as he was cruelly and unceremoniously dumped into that smelly dumpster. Put simply, Kurt was probably the only friend he had right now.
"Glee can't win without you." Kurt said cautiously, testing the unknown waters of Finn’s strange mood.
"Glee probably won't win one way or another. You know we can't beat Vocal Adrenaline."
Then again, it was hard to think of Vocal Adrenaline as people. They were more like robots that could sing and dance and practice non-stop. Finn doubted any of them ever got into a situation even remotely like this one and if they did their choices would most likely be infinitely more cold blooded than his in the same circumstances.
“So what - I should just go because everybody else needs me?” He could hear the distinct whine in his voice and he cringed a little at the sound.
Kurt sighed and fiddled with the zipper on Finn’s bag. “That’s not what I meant, Finn. You’re part of the team.”
Finn didn’t mean to sound hateful, but the more he thought about it, everything-Glee, Regionals, the baby, his choices which he wasn’t sure any more were actual choices-they were all beginning to appear pointless. With a jolt of recognition, he realized the real problem in his life at this precise moment and for the foreseeable future was that nothing was right, nothing was good, nothing made him happy. Plain and simple, he felt hopeless.
“No, not entirely that,” he thought pensively, looking over at Kurt’s bent head.
Kurt made him feel better, made Finn believe that maybe someday, somehow things could and would work out. Kurt was the walking, talking, breathing embodiment of hope. If he could survive everything that the world, society, school, his peers threw at him and still be open, be vulnerable, still possess faith then what on earth did Finn have to complain about. Maybe that was it, the missing piece, maybe it was here in the basement with him, sitting on his bed and trying in his fumbling way to make him feel better about things when their roles should be reversed. Suddenly, Finn felt lighter, felt as though an unknown load had dropped from his shoulders, felt…dare he think it-happier.
“What?” Kurt asked, touching his carefully placed bangs.
Finn was staring, perhaps a bit dumbly. He could even see the pink flush rising up on Kurt’s face from the attention.
“Is there something on my face?” Kurt asked, now a bit panicked.
It reminded Finn of why the football players had picked on Kurt in the first place. They had picked on a lot of people, but Kurt had earned his own morning ritual just by being himself. Even repeated forced dumpster diving hadn’t made him change. He still wore Marc Jacobs and Prada and, of all things, a corset. Sometimes Finn just wished he had half the balls that Kurt did - maybe then he wouldn’t get lead into such screwed up situations in the first place.
“Do you think we could win?” Finn questioned.
Something flitted across Kurt’s face, a cross between a bit of his own diva ego and pure realism. “Well…” he sighed, mouth all screwed up in a scowl. “Even if we don’t, then at least we will have tried, you know?”
At least we will have tried, Finn thought. Trying to be a good boyfriend had never been enough for Quinn, trying to win a game had never been enough for the football team. But Kurt said trying like maybe he held it right up there next to winning.
“Really?” something good inside of him was stirring, tugging up the corners of his lips.
Kurt gave him an honest, wide smile. “Really. If Glee is there, all of Glee - “he sent Finn a pointed look. “And we try our best and have a good time, that’s a happy ending.”
Slowly, Finn nodded his head, it all made perfect sense, like something Coach Tanaka would growl out at his players, “Win or lose, one thing is for Goddamn sure, you can’t do either if you don’t play!”
“You’re right,” he said jumping off of the bed, his eyes sparkling with some new found something that he couldn’t have named if he tried.
“I am?” Kirk said, he was evidently startled at Finn’s unexpected 180 degrees turn of mood.
“You bet you are,” Finn said reaching out his hand and drawing the other boy up to stand next to him. “You, me, the team-we’re going to Regionals. We’re going to do our best and who knows…” he paused, his eyes crinkling as he grinned mischievously down at the smaller boy, “Maybe something will happen to Vocal Adrenaline, they’ll sprain their vocal cords or something. Either way we’re going and we’re gonna have fun!” It was a clear cut declaration of Finn’s sudden and unexpected-most particularly to himself-reinstatement of hope.
“What, you thinking of putting hot sauce on their eggs or something?” Kirk asked him, his face clearly showing how he was torn between outrage and glee at the idea.
“You never know,” Finn said nonchalantly as he slung his arm across Kirk’s thin shoulders.
It was an entirely unpremeditated action but something about it felt totally right, even the slightly astonished stare he got from the other boy, all raised eyebrows and open mouth as he absorbed the impact of the weight across his shoulders. It was the same arm that not so long ago had been raised against him in perpetual violence. After all, if that dynamic could be so altered out of all recognition, if their relationship could evolve so radically then he supposed, really imagined for the first time that anything was possible. As they stepped outside, the signs were clear, the sky sailed above them, blue, unsullied and cloudless.
Rating(s) requested (G-NC-17): Any.
Character(s) or pairing(s): Finn/Kurt, or anything with Kurt or Finn. A Puck/Kurt would be cool, too.
Prompts (minimum of 3, no maximum!):
1. Road Trip! Escaping from Lima, after Sectionals. They come back, closer than ever, with a secret in hand.
2. "This egg will be your baby" project. Kurt and Finn are partners.
3. Finn has packed most of what he needs for Regionals, except the most important thing.