Batman and Barbie
By: RavenHeart101
Disclaimer: If I owned anything you have no idea how much would have happened and how much wouldn't have.
Summary: The thing about siblings is that they tend to be completely different and yet exactly the same. "Hey guys, this is my little brother, Kurt." An AU fic where Kurt's Finn's little brother.
Warning(s): Uh... fluff? Angst. Abuse. Homophobia. Fluff. Pre-slash at first and then full on slash once Klaine are older.
As far as Rachel could remember Finn had never mentioned a little brother or sister. He had never mentioned his father either, and Rachel had only ever met his mother once when she had come over their house for dinner and his father was "working". Therefore, it was safe to say that Rachel Berry didn't believe Finn Hudson for a second when canceled their date to the Pottery Barn because he had to "babysit". She glared at him through the mirror as she held her phone up to her ear, hoping that he could feel the heat of her glare at his house. She heard him sigh and mutter softly to someone who must be in the room with him. Rachel had a sneaking suspicion that it was Santana or Quinn. It didn't really matter which one, Rachel didn't like either of them at this point.
"I'm so sorry, Rach." She heard another large, heaved sigh and something that sounded suspiciously like Willy Wonka playing in the background. "I'd rather be spending the day with you than babysitting. But Kurt's sick and Burt really needed to go into work for a few hours and my mom's working a double and the Andersons can't take him because the think their kid is some kind of hypo and don't like Kurt in the slightest." Another sigh, this one resigned and frustrated and if Rachel was inclined to believe that Finn had a brother she would have wondered why Finn had the 'this is old' tone of voice. But she didn't believe him for a second and reigned in an obnoxious 'I'm better than you' snort. "I couldn't just leave him alone..." Finn trailed off into what he probably hoped was some sort of pitiful silence that honestly only left Rachel with even more frustration than before.
Why was he insisting on carrying on with this horrible lie anyway? She shifted her footing so that she stood facing her ever growing library of sheet music. Suddenly, an idea struck her and a small, self-satisfied smirk popped up onto her face. Rachel eagerly flopped onto her bright pink bed, relishing at the fact that she now had a fool proof plan to catch Finn in a lie.
Not one that she wanted him to have, but one that would add a nice dose of drama to their relationship. And everyone knows that drama is a GREAT spice to ANYONE'S relationship. Especially those that were bound to make it big one day. Such as her and Finn. "Rach? Are you still there or did you go all crazy scary girlfriend on me?" There was a teasing note to his voice but Finn mostly sounded scared. And rightly so, she decided with a triumphant nod of her head.
"Of course, sweetie! So you said he's sick?" She paused for a moment, letting the brilliance of her plan wash over her in waves. "Oh! Maybe I can come over and help you take care of him!"
"Woah! Rachel... Kurt's not really up to meeting new people. I mean... he doesn't hate them and all but he's really sick-"
"Nonsense Finn! I'll be right over!" Rachel pushed up from her bed, unwilling to let Finn win this one. She was going to catch him in this lie and the drama it was going to cause would be so explosive that all of Lima, Ohio would be thrown off it's feet.
"No really Rachel... it's fine-!"
She cut him off with the close of her house door, yelling to her fathers that she was going to speak with Finn at his house. "I'll be over in ten minutes and fifty eight seconds!" Which was the exact amount of time it would take Rachel to get from her house to Finn's. She had timed it before, simply because she never knew what questions may be asked of her when she had many adoring fans that loved her oh-so-very-much and wanted to know all about her awe-worthy relationship with Finn. She sighed dreamily, shifting her car into drive. "See you soon Finn!"
The phone snapped shut in his hands and Finn found himself staring at it in amazement. A cold and tiny hand fell into his, and a hot forehead bumped against his already warm arm. His brother's bright blue-green eyes blinked up at him with tears glittering in their depths. Finn smiled down at him, running his tanned hand through the eight year old Kurt Hummel's immaculate brown hair. It was a point to both how bad the boy felt and how close he had grown to Finn in the passed year when he simply sent the older boy a tiny glare before curling his body even closer than it already was.
"What's up buddy?" Finn again ran his hand through the boy's hair, this time it being a ruse to check his temperature much like his mother used to do to him when he was young (and just a few months before when he was very sick).
Kurt blinked up at him again, his hot forehead hitting Finn's arm as he shifted onto his brother's lap. "My tummy hurts." Finn frowned, playing with the collar of Kurt's light blue silken pajamas.
"Like pain hurt or sick hurt?"
"Sick hurt."
"You gunna be sick?"
"Dun think so... I have no food in there to come back up!" Kurt exclaimed, looking at Finn as though he were insane.
Finn chuckled lightly, patting Kurt's back as the little boy shifted again so that he was curled up in his other brother's lap fully. His hand gently pat Finn's pant leg, picking at the hole in the knee as his eyes glued onto the brightly colored television screen. "Try not thinking about it, buddy, okay? That helps me sometimes."
"Out of sight, out of mind." Kurt nodded with determination, a small smile tugging at his lips as the little boy on the television fell into the chocolate lake. Finn wasn't sure how that quote applied to what he had said but he would leave it alone for the time being. He didn't understand a lot about his brother, like why he thought it was necessary to wear nice clothes every day.
He sighed again, and leaned back on the couch, letting his phone fall out of his hand and onto the fabric next to him and resting the previously occupied hand on Kurt's small back. "What did you do in school yesterday?"
Kurt sniffed, tugging on the hand that he had currently captured in his own cold one. "Miss Martin showed us how to add with money. But that was really easy." Finn smiled softly, allowing the soft voice to fall all around him. "Daddy taught me how to do that ages ago." Or last year, but Finn didn't really have it in him to correct the eight year old.
"What did you and Mercedes do?" He glanced at the digital clock on the cable box; Rachel would be there soon.
"She was playing with Sam." Kurt's little shoulders shrugged uselessly.
"Did that bother you?" Usually his younger brother would have complained about his incident until everyone knew exactly what happened. Even complete strangers.
"No." Kurt's head shook against Finn's knee. "Blaine and me had a tea party during recess and then we colored in pictures of princesses. His favorite is Ariel." Finn's head dropped onto his open pail as his little brother chatted about his favorite subject in the whole world: Blaine Anderson. "He's really good at drawing them you know! Blaine said that he'd draw me some and I could draw the clothes and color them in on Monday, since I already felt icky." The little boy wrinkled his nose and Finn held in a laugh at the cuteness that was oozing off him.
Blaine Anderson had been Kurt's best friend ever since the year before when Kurt had dropped his ice cream at the park and Blaine had given him his. Finn almost felt as though the curly haired boy was another brother, he had seen him so much. Apparently, that was because the boy's parents didn't want children over their large mansion-like house to break anything. "That's really cool of him." Finn noted, jumping back into reality when the doorbell rang in time with a text message alert from his phone. Rachel was there.
With a sigh of resignation Finn gently picked Kurt up in his arms and waddled the two of them over to the door. "Who is it?" Kurt sniffed, rubbing a tiny fist in his eyes and allowing his head to fall against the elder brother's shoulder.
Finn glanced down at him, petting his back and silently cursing Rachel's stubbornness. He had been out on a date with her all day yesterday and, as much as much as he didn't want to spend the day with his sickly younger brother, he didn't hate it. "Rachel thought she'd come over to help me with you."
"Is she pretty?" His breath puffed gently against Finn's neck as the quarterback threw open the door to the Hummel-Hudson residence. And there was Rachel in all her glory, wearing a pink and blue plaid skirt and a pink puppy sweater proudly. Finn smiled at his girlfriend, even though he was irked by her. Kurt frowned against Finn's neck, turning to hide the second Rachel's eyes met his.
Rachel looked shocked and Finn had to take a moment to wonder if she had even believed him in the slightest. He shifted so that he was holding Kurt more comfortably for the two of them and leaned forward to peck Rachel's lips. "Hey Rach, come on in." He stepped aside, allowing her to shuffle into the house. Her eyes were still staring at Kurt widely, almost as if she'd never seen a child – a sick fashionable child – before. Finn almost felt as though he should hide Kurt from her untrained gazer. It seemed as though that imp class she had been taking didn't work as well as she had told him it did.
"H-hi." But she shook off her shock faster than Quinn had when she had stayed with them for a bit, taking a cautionary step closer. "How are you Finn? And who's this?"
Finn jostled Kurt in his arms, nudging the little boy so that he removed his face from his neck. "Uh... this is Kurt. My little brother."
Kurt surveyed her before stuffing his face back into Finn's neck and choosing to say nothing to a surprised Rachel Berry. She wasn't used to that kind of attitude from anyone, let alone a little boy. "How old is he?" She faked a smile successfully.
"Eight," Finn moved into the living room, dropping Kurt on the couch, eliciting a squeal and tiny smile from the boy. "Nine in a few months." He plopped down onto the couch himself, pulling Rachel down at the same time.
"I remember when I was eight. I won my tenth music competition a month after my birthday. I was showing way more promise than they ever expected." She smiled cheerily, grabbing Finn's hand in hers.
Kurt blinked over at her, shuffling so that he was halfway in Finn's lap. The little boy nuzzled into the fabric that was Finn's shirt. Rachel was jealous for all of a second before a wide smile grew on her face. "Do you have any trophies?" Kurt asked slowly.
"Of course I do! I have a ton of awards!" Rachel's eyes brightened.
"So does Finn." Kurt said almost snootily, sliding so that he was facing the television. "And Blaine."
Finn poked Kurt's side, frowning when the little boy only squirmed closer to his brother's hands. "What's wrong?" Kurt shook his head, stuffing it into Finn's leg. "What's going on, buddy?" He tried again.
"Do you like Princesses?" Kurt didn't look at Rachel but the question was obviously addressing her.
"Oh yes." Rachel said with a happy smile. "I love Princesses."
"Who's your favorite?" Finn checked Kurt's temperature again, this time not even bothering to hide it. It seemed to cooler than it had been.
"That's hard." Rachel thought and Finn didn't think for a second that she was merely playing with Kurt. "Probably Cinderella. Who's yours?"
Kurt shrugged. "I like Belle."
"Oh well she's very pretty."
Finn closed his eyes, letting his head fall so it rested on the back of the couch. The voices of his girlfriend and little brother lulled him to a half-sleep. "Mercedes likes Tiana."
Rachel found herself smiling down at the child, surprised by how much she was doing so. She decieded that she simply could not be annoyed with him... at least not when he was sick and acting so adorable. "Tiana's really cool. But Ariel's probably my second favorite."
The little boy finally looked over at her, his blue-green eyes sparkling. "Blaine loves Ariel." She had a feeling that this Blaine boy was very important. "Although whenever we watch it he says he wishes he could have a Prince Eric. I don't get it. I want a Prince Charming." Rachel giggled at the tone of jealousy in her boyfriend's brother's voice. She wondered, for a moment, if Finn knew exactly what his brother's attentions to this other little boy were. She wondered if Kurt knew what his attentions to this other little boy were. She smiled, of course not. Finn never could recognize a crush until it got to creepy heights.
A: N- So... What do you all think? Want more? Should I continue? All up to the reviewers. This story, or chapter I guess (unless this is all people want) goes out to my friend Meggie. Because she's awesome like that and reads everything I write. :)